Chapter 14 – Are You Gonna Be My Girl?
Hi, it's the ebil smut queen here (cheers guys, you know who you are) with her usual disclaimer about not owning anything to do with Alliance/CBS/CSI NY or any of the songs whatsoever. Except of course anyone with the last name of Rhodes.
Had to stop where I did the last time, as I was hyperventilating at my boldness. Never mind what was going on in my imagination folks! And yes, I could hear the howls of frustrated rage here at my little ol' desk. I'm SO not sorry!!!
So I'm just gonna "feel" my way and write my way through this, if you don't mind!
Thanks, BEG 75, for the chocolate + Flack + handcuffs. No, I didn't scroll down and read that bit first. (I think we need help lmao)
The visuals have been running through my head all damn day.
BTW The perfume is Miracle Forever, by Lancome. So's y'all know. And the lingerie is by What Katy Did.
MAJOR, MAJOR BAD BEHAVIOUR ALERT HERE! IF FLACK AND REBECCA GETTING IT ON OFFENDS YOU DON'T READ ANY FURTHER!!!!
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Flack felt Rebecca smile. She rubbed her hands up and down his forearms. He gently stroked the side of her face.
"I like this outfit," he said, "But I think I like what's underneath it more."
Rebecca giggled.
"I say something funny?" he said, pretending he was angry. He pulled her into a sitting position and started to kiss her neck, slowly pushing the dress down her arms, followed by the straps of her slip, until both garments were pooled around her waist. Then he pushed her back so she was lying on the couch again. That was when Rebecca realized her arms were trapped by the fabric.
Which, as she read the look on Flack's face, was exactly what he'd intended. For his part, he looked down and saw how sheer and see-through her bra was. Black, sheer and gauzy. He liked it. He kissed his way down Rebecca's neck, down the front of her décolleté and then gently touched her breast, a questioning look in his eye and he looked at Rebecca. She smiled in reply and then felt Don start to gently stroke her flesh.
God, Rebecca thought, this feels so good. She arched into his touch again and was rewarded by a masculine chuckle, followed by Don's head dipping and his taking one of her nipples into his mouth. At the feel of his lips and tongue on her, Rebecca moaned, which only resulted in Don's teeth coming into play. He gently grazed the flesh, getting another moan from the woman lying beneath him. He moved his mouth to the other nipples, paying it as much attention.
Rebecca couldn't believe what was happening. No-one had ever made her feel like this, feel the passion that was rising in her. Oh, she'd enjoyed sex before, even though she'd found it a little disappointing and, like any reasonable hot-blooded single woman in NYC, she had a couple of toys for the nights when she was lonely or frustrated. But this? This was incredible. She parted her legs further, an unconscious move to let Don know what she wanted.
He lifted his head and looked her in the eye.
"I think we'd better move this to somewhere more comfortable," he said. She nodded in reply. He stood, swiftly picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. Rebecca giggled.
"Do I amuse you Dr Rhodes," Don asked.
"I just never had you pegged as a romantic," replied Rebecca, laughing, "I thought you were more likely to just push me up against the wall and have your wicked way with me."
Don's eyes gleamed.
"Not tonight, darlin'," he said, planting a little kiss on her lips, "But I promise that I'll do that if it's one of your dirty, little fantasies."
Rebecca just bit her lip and looked at him. Don kicked open the door to her bedroom and carried her to the bed. He laid her gently down, head on the pillows. Then he quickly shrugged off his shirt, his shoes and socks, before coming to kneel beside her. He pulled her into a sitting position, quickly divesting her of her dress, kissing her as he slid the red silk slip down her body, smiling as she lifted her hips to help him slide it off. She reached for his belt, but he simply kissed her and placed her arms above her head, before stroking her legs softly, heading down to take off her shoes, before whispering that he'd like her to leave them on sometime. Then he rolled down her stockings, one at a time, kissing each end of the revealed flesh as he went. Finally, he came back up beside her and he bent his lips to her. She was still in her lingerie, but she felt him undo the clasp of her bra, then her breasts spilled free into his hands.
And the fire began.
Rebecca was dimly aware she had grasped his head, kneading her fingers through his dark hair, as he'd laved her skin with his mouth again. He'd kissed her all the way down to her navel, chuckling as he'd caught sight of her tattoos. He'd paid particular attention to Lady Liberty, discovering a sensitive spot on her hip that had caused her to start panting. Then he's moved back up beside her, putting one arm around her shoulders, looking deeply into her eyes as she felt his other hand play with the waistband of her French knickers. She saw his eyes and didn't need to hear him say the words, asking permission to dip his hand underneath the silky fabric. She simply nodded and he kissed again, more deeply than he had before, passionate kisses that aroused her even more than his hands and mouth were doing.
Then she felt him reach his target and he started to stroke her most intimate parts, gently parting her legs to allow his hand more access.
She'd never experienced anything like this.
His fingers stroked, dipped within her and all the time he was whispering in her ear, telling her how she felt, how soft, how wet, how much her reaction was turning him on and Rebecca felt her orgasm start to build.
It took her by surprise. And she finally understood what all those romance writers had been talking about when they'd talked about little deaths, shooting stars and the most incredible rush of pleasure their characters had ever felt.
"Oh God!" she cried. Don just chuckled.
"Not God, baby, Don," he'd said wickedly into her ear. Then he'd kissed her again, starting to move down her body. When he got to her navel, he looked up at her with a wicked grin on his lips and she realized what he had in mind. Something she'd only ready about before.
"Uh Don…?" she asked breathily.
"Yeah baby?"
"I, uh, I, well, I haven't, well that is to say…" her words were coming out in a run. Don raised his head and looked at her.
"Has no-one bothered to taste you?" he asked, in a low voice that caused her toes to curl and something to wind up tight in her stomach.
Rebecca shook her head. Don just smiled in satisfaction.
"Good," he said and turned his attention back to removing her panties completely and spreading her legs wide open. Rebecca couldn't help herself. She watched his head dip and felt him begin his task.
And then realized exactly what she'd been missing. But then again, when you were in the hands of an obvious master, who knew exactly what light little licks, long slow tastes and gently little nips did to a highly aroused woman, you were bound to figure that out pretty quickly. Rebecca's hips bucked as Don added his fingers to the mix, gently inserting two into her folds. His tongue didn't let up for a second on its ministrations. Then Rebecca discovered that something else she'd thought was seriously a myth as Don found and played gently with her G spot.
Rebecca's hips lifted clear off her bed and she screamed out. Don stilled his hand and lifted his head to look at her, a wicked grin on his face.
"Need that tie, beautiful?" he asked, referring to her antics a few nights ago where she'd threatened to gag him with one of his fugly ties to stop his protests.
Rebecca just moaned in response and Don got back to his favorite kind of work. Within seconds, Rebecca felt her second and more powerful orgasm starting. Don just kept on touching her, building it higher and higher until Rebecca blacked out for a minute with the incredible pleasure of it.
For his part, Don had never had anyone have quite the reaction Rebecca was having to his touch. He'd felt her get wetter and wetter as she'd unconsciously moved her hips gently, to allow him better access and her even more sensation.
There was something pretty satisfyingly masculine about being a girl's first, he thought.
He moved back up the bed to Rebecca's side and took her in his arms. She was breathing hard, coming down still from the sensations he'd wrought from her body. She turned her face so he could see her wide-eyed look.
"You OK?" he asked, amused.
Rebecca just stared at him.
"Earth move for you or something?" he teased.
Rebecca weakly thumped him on the arm. Don grabbed her close and they lay there for a few minutes, just breathing. Rebecca laid her head on Don's chest, just listening to the sound of his heart and his breathing. He gently moved his hand in circles on her back.
And that's when she knew just how much in love with her detective she was.
Rebecca caught her breath and moved herself away from Don a little. He was instantly a little worried.
"You OK?" he asked.
"Yeah, I just need to use the bathroom for a sec," she replied.
Rebecca slid off the bed and grabbed Flack's shirt, slipping it over her head. She put her hands under the heavy weight of hair trapped under the collar and lifted it so it fell like a waterfall down her back. Flack watched appreciatively from the bed, where he was lying with his hands behind his bed. He watched his girlfriend wander into the bathroom, pushing the door almost closed, so it was only slightly open.
In the bathroom, Rebecca leaned slightly forward, hands on the sink, looking into the mirror. She looked at her swollen lips, her messed hair and the flush on her skin. She looked like a well-satisfied woman, she thought. Loved. She smiled a little. Turning on the tap, she splashed a little cold water on her face. The door opened. Rebecca turned her head to see Flack standing there, still in his trousers and wife-beater, regarding her with a mixture of lust and amusement.
Looking into his eyes, Rebecca suddenly couldn't move. Maybe it was the look of burgeoning intent in his eyes or maybe it was simply the fact that this man had extremely recently given her the two most powerful orgasms of her life, but she just couldn't move. As though it was all happening in slow motion, Flack padded on bare feet across the floor and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her in front of him, so her back was flush against his front and they were standing in front of the full-length mirror that Rebecca had checked her appearance in earlier in the evening. Rebecca stared at her reflection in the mirror.
Still mussed, still flushed and now her color was building. Her eyes locked onto Don's. Slowly he rubbed his arms down hers and took hold of her wrists, pulling them up and securing them behind his neck.
"Hold on, baby," he whispered in her ear, his eyes never leaving hers.
Then Rebecca watched – and felt – as Don undid each button of his shirt she was wearing so very slowly. She watched as his hands moved back to cover her breasts, his thumbs gently teasing her nipples erect again. Rebecca bit her lip, trying not to moan and let her head collapse onto Don's shoulder.
"No, baby, watch," he said in a low tone and Rebecca opened her eyes again.
She felt and watched, feeling the sensation starting to build in her again, as one of his hands started to move down, gently stroking her stomach, before sweeping down to stroke the front of her thighs.
She couldn't stop herself from moaning and gently moving her hips into his hand. Don chuckled. He knew exactly what she wanted, but he teased her for just a little longer, before, finally, his hand moved into the curls at the heart of her.
Rebecca gasped as she felt his hand just where she wanted it. She looked into his reflection in the mirror and watched him stroking her. His other hand dropped from her breast to her hip and pulled her back against him at a slight angle, forcing her legs to part a little more and allowing him more access.
"Do you need me to tell you how you feel?" Don whispered roughly in her ear, "Because I'll tell you how wet you are if you need me to."
Rebecca just moaned and arched herself into his touch, forcing his fingers further down to her folds. Don just smirked and slid two fingers into her, noticing how her back arched with pleasure. Rebecca turned her face to his and he kissed her, swallowing the cry of pleasure on her lips. Then he returned his fingers to where they had been before and started moving them faster, a little more roughly, watching Rebecca in the mirror as she responded. They watched the flush building on her skin again and the slight flutter of her abdomen as her orgasm started to build.
"Watch yourself, baby," he said roughly, kissing her neck and moving his hand faster, in time to the jerks of Rebecca's hips.
And then it happened again; Rebecca spilled over the edge, her knees buckling as Don caught her, catching her up into his arms.
She was only dimly aware that he was carrying her back into her bedroom. Lost in the afterglow of what he'd just done, she lay, replete, watching as he divested himself of his pants and wife beater, before climbing onto the bed with her, dressed only in his boxers. Like before, he lay beside her, his warm hand gently kneading her stomach, his smile gentle. He leaned forward to kiss her again.
"You OK?" he asked, a smile on his lips. Rebecca pulled his head back down to hers and gave him a long, lingering kiss in reply.
"Yeah, you're OK," he said, catching his breath as Rebecca's hands started moving down his front, stroking his scars, brushing the elastic waistband, before dipping into his boxers. His eyes darkened as Rebecca found her target and started stroking every inch of his hardness.
"You gonna let me say thank you?" she asked. Don just lifted his hips in reply, allowing her to slide the cotton boxers down his legs. He had no idea where they landed.
He watched Rebecca as she moved down his body, touching as she went. Something she was very, very good at, he thought. He let her touch him gently, a smile on her face as she saw what he had waiting for her. He felt himself twitch a little as she put her hand on him. Then he watched as she balled her long hair into her hand and dipped her head, wrapping a length of her silky hair around his very hard member and gently drawing her hand up and down, so her hair stroked the whole length of him.
Don bit his lip and threw his head back on the pillow.
"Like that?" she asked, having moved up the bed and firmly taken him in hand.
"Bec, babe," he managed to bite out, "Just. Do. It. Already," gently thrusting into her hand with each word.
And he watched as his girlfriend, girlfriend, yeah, smile seductively and licked her way back down his body to give him more of the same treatment she'd done before.
Except this time, when she felt him groan and start to lose control, she didn't move back up and finish him off with her hands. On the contrary, when he took her head in his hands and tried to pull her back up his body, she gently placed his hands by his side and went back to her task, sucking, licking, stroking. He felt her gently handle lower between his legs and when she stroked the sensitive area behind his balls, he thought he was going to explode.
And then, he just did. Into her mouth. He was the one now laying there panting.
He gathered Rebecca up into his arms and spooned with her, holding onto her firmly, her cute little ass tucked into his front. Then he grabbed the comforted and pulled it over them.
As Don drifted off to sleep, the only thought he was having was that the only thing better than going to sleep with this gorgeous, sexy, utterly loveable creature, was waking up with her in his arms.
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It took Don a few minutes for figure out where he was, although the presence of the woman in his arms soon cleared up that issue. Rebecca was obviously still asleep.
He gently stroked her back.
She moaned and he stilled his hand. Then he realized she was still asleep. He heard a breathy moan come from her lips.
She was having a damn good dream, he thought.
Then he heard her moan his name and push that cute little ass into his belly, an action that had woke up certain parts of his anatomy that weren't unhappy about the situation.
He stroked one hand down her hip. He knew he'd have to wake her up soon, but damn, this was almost as hot as her waking reaction to him touching her. Then he felt her grab the hand he had around her waist and guide it south.
"Please," she murmured, still asleep.
It took a great deal of self control for Don to stop moving his hand. He swiftly rolled them so that she was under him. He started kissing her, waking her up.
She smiled at him drowsily. She stretched under him, a movement that put his anatomy in closer contact with hers. He swallowed.
"I was having a very good dream, Detective," she said.
"I gathered that," he said roughly, trying not to notice that Rebecca was making small movements with her hips which were causing him to brush against her entrance.
"Do you want to know what we were doing?" she asked, throatily, frowning a little as his hands gripped her hips, stopping them from moving.
"I think I can guess," Don bit out sharply.
"Can you?" she asked, loosely running one leg up the back of his. Don lowered his forehead to hers.
"Babe, please," he begged, "I don't have a lot of control in the morning. I want out first time to be special."
And then Don was damned if she didn't just floor him.
"Donnie," she breathed, "If I'm with you, it doesn't matter where, it's gonna be special."
She gulped and took one of his hands and laid it over her heart.
"You've got my heart, Donnie," she said, her voice shaking, "I love you."
He looked her deep in the eyes, searching and finding that what she was saying was the truth. And he knew he felt the same way about this incredible woman.
"Same here," he said, "Got nothing but love for you!"
Rebecca giggled and pulled him close and then neither of them thought about anything else except moving together. As he slid inside her, Don thought he'd never quite experienced anything so awesomely mind-blowing in his life. And as he felt Rebecca respond to his movements, starting gently, then getting harder and deeper, he realized she hadn't either.
And then neither of them was doing much thinking.
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Rebecca was assigned a late shift and Flack had plans with his YMCA kids, but they had enjoyed a very lazy morning getting to know each other a whole lot better.
Then he'd driven her into work, giving her a lingering kiss goodbye that had threatened to turn more passionate until she had reminded him that she wasn't game, just yet, to do the dirty in the parking garage. He'd laughed at that comment, but he'd swatted her ass gently as she'd headed towards the elevators. She'd shot him a very dirty look, quickly glancing around to check whether anyone had seen them.
They'd already had a little discussion at home about keeping a lid on just how involved they now were. Rebecca wasn't anxious for their relationship to become public knowledge. Frankly, neither was Don. His and Angell's experience at the hands of IAB had taught him that; a situation he hadn't handled particularly well when Jess had confronted him about how they knew. That had been the start of the end for them, he remembered.
He got back into his car and pulled out of the lot, heading in the direction of the Y.
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Rebecca had managed to make it into work and then back out onto a scene without anyone commenting on her glow. Well, she corrected herself, Stella had given her a knowing look that had raised her color a bit higher, before she'd handed the girl a scarf in the locker room, suggesting she might want to cover up the evidence on her neck. Which was when, looking in the mirror, Rebecca had seen the large hickey Don had obviously given her in the throws of passion earlier that morning. Stella had just patted her on the back and told her to take a few minutes to sort it out.
She was going to kill him, she thought, cursing. Although seeing the mark had brought back some very pleasant memories.
She and Hawkes had headed out to the scene, an alleyway in Hell's Kitchen.
The body, that of a young girl, had been dumped, obviously in a hurry. Hawkes had noticed something back on the main street and he asked Rebecca if she was OK to make a start in the alley. Unis had cleared it after all.
She'd got down to work. It was quiet, she thought, concentrating on collecting the evidence.
Her hair's wet, she thought, noticing the traces of brown dye on the fingers of her latex gloves, that's odd.
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Back at the lab, Danny was sitting at his desk in the communal office, piecing together a case. He was due to give evidence the next day. He glanced over to Rebecca's desk.
He was bored. The case wasn't complicated and he had no idea why Mac had insisted he review the evidence again. Actually he did. Mac had been pretty pissed over the blue flu issue, where their case had been thrown out.
He noticed a picture on the desk.
Funny, he thought, I didn't notice the princess start making herself at home.
He stood up and walked over to the desk, picking up the picture. It was of a younger Rebecca, laying down in a park, probably in DC, he thought.
She looked happy, staring up at the camera, he thought, ribbon around her neck, white party dress on, hair spread on the grass around her, framing her head.
Danny frowned. There was something strangely familiar about the pose. Where had he seen that before?
He was starting to get that bad feeling in his gut. The same one he'd had when he walked into the Warehouse that day.
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Rebecca rubbed one hand across her forehead. It was an unseasonably warm Fall day, she thought. She looked round. She'd had this feeling for a little while. That maybe she wasn't alone.
You're being paranoid, she told herself firmly, Unis cleared the scene before you started.
She turned her attention to some trace under the body.
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Adam and Kendall looked up in shock as Danny barreled into AV, skidding to a halt.
"Turf War file," said Danny, agitated, "Where the hell is it Ross!"
"Uh, here," said Adam, confused, handing Danny the file. He and Kendall looked at each other.
What's eating his ass? the two of them silently communicated to each other, exchanging glances.
Danny literally pulled the file apart, looking for the crime scene photos, his hands shaking as he spread them across an empty work bench.
Then he compared them to the framed photo he had in his hand.
Danny went white.
"Shit!" he shouted, bundling everything together and rushing out of the room.
Adam and Kendall looked at each other again. Adam felt a sense of unease rising in his stomach.
Danny felt sick. He hated it when his hunches proved right.
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Rebecca was so focused on what she was doing she failed not notice she was being watched. She kept trying to shrug off her unease.
He'd watched her for a while, occasionally looking around, as thought she could sense him. Smart girl, he thought, but there was no way in hell she could see him.
That uniformed cop had been so stupid he'd managed to walk right past his hiding place.
He'd been waiting a long time for this.
Everything had just been trial runs up till now.
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Mac looked up as Danny barged into his office without knocking. He was on the phone and frowned at the younger man's unannounced interruption.
"Chief, I'll have to call you back," said Mac, "Something just came up."
He replaced the handset.
"Danny, this had better be good," he said.
Danny cleared a space on Mac's desk and began to lay out the pictures from the serial case.
"I think I may have got a lead on this, Mac," said Danny, "And I've got a real bad feeling about this."
Mac looked sharply at Danny. Danny's instincts were usually spot on. He watched as Danny laid the framed picture of Rebecca next to the crime scene pics.
"I mean I shoulda spotted this before," he said, running his hand through his spiky hair, pushing his glasses further back up on his nose.
"Walk me through it Danny," said Mac, placing the pictures in some sort of order.
"Does it not seem weird that this perp just suddenly showed up in New York? Right after Rebecca moves here?"
Mac looked at the pictures more closely, feeling dread build within him.
"And look at that picture Mac, of Rebecca," continued Danny, "Does it not seem just a little too like the crime scene poses?"
The two men stared at each other for a brief moment.
"Mac," said Danny, "Where the fuck is Rebecca?"
Mac picked up his phone.
"Dispatch," he barked, "I need a location on CSI Rhodes and back-up to her location immediately!"
Both men hoped they weren't too late.
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He moved so quickly that Rebecca didn't notice the movement until it was too late.
She saw the shadow, right before he grabbed her from behind, his hands around her throat in a choke hold.
And everything went black.
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Dah Dah Daaaaaaaahhhhhh! Told you it was dark. And very, very long.
Hope that gets all your juices going!!!! Enjoy the epi tonight people!
And please let me know what you think, do you like the direction this is taking? Enquiring minds wanna know! x