WARNING: THIS IS RATED M PEOPLE
A HANDSOME MAN KNOCKED TWICE ON MY DOOR
"You should let me love you
let me be the one to
give you everything you want and need
Baby good love and protection
make me your selection
show you the way love's supposed to be
Baby, you should let me love you."
-Let me Love You, Mario
A/N: Corny song, I know. But I like it and this is my story so I used it
A/N 2: I'm new at writing smut so please be kind. Thanks to Aphina for all her suggestions!
She had near perfect finger impressions on the pale skin of her neck and around her arm. A slightly swollen left cheek and a small cut under the left eye from when Zack had backhanded her. Seeing her like that only made the rage begin to build inside of him once again. And he couldn't escape the thought that if Danny and him hadn't have came along when they did, the end results would have far more horrific.
There was no doubt in Flack's mind that Zack would have killed her. He would have taken her to some God forsaken place where no would even think of looking or even know where to begin trying, and exact his revenge. And Zack would have made it as slow and excruciatingly painful as he possibly could have. Flack knew the type. He'd seen them many times before. Sat across interrogation tables from them and fought the urge to to beat the shit out of them or just pull out his gun and put them out of their misery. Rid the world of one twisted bastard at a time. Guys that couldn't accept the fact that a woman didn't love them anymore and had moved on.
There were two things he could not and would not tolerate in his job. His two main weaknesses. Guys that abused women and guys that violated children. Mac said he had a 'damsel in distress' complex. Flack told him he was the way he was because he still had a heart. That some ounce of compassion for humanity clung to him despite the horrors of the job.
But this time had been different. Other cases he would brood about for a couple of hours and feel better again. This was harder to deal with and get past. All the what ifs nagging his mind. This had hit close to home.
This time was personal.
And when she'd kissed him like that standing by her door, it became even more so.
"Where's your brother?" he asked, taking in the silence in the apartment as she locked and chained the door.
"He's at Kendall's. She won't spend the night with me here. She says me being in the next room makes her uncomfortable and impossible for her to relax during sex. And those two? Like rabbits."
"Sam, that is not a mental image I want to have of your brother. Ever." Flack toed offhis shoes and sat them by the door. "Stella stayed with you for a bit?" he asked.
"She left around seven. Then Carmen came and brought me something to eat and hung out for a bit."
"That's good." he said and flexed his hand over and over again, trying not to wince. He wasn't successful.
"Let me see." she said and took his hand in hers. Her fingertips gentle and loving on his bruised and swollen knuckles. "Let me get you some ice and something to clean that up." she offered.
"It's fine." Flack assured her. "It'll be okay."
"It could get infected. Fight bite. You know that. So go and sit down in the living room and let me look after it." she stepped away to head for the kitchen but he caught her gently by the wrist to stop her.
"Sam, honestly. It's fine. I'm more worried about you."
"I'm okay." she assured him.
He reached out and softly touched her face, fingertips trialing along the cut.
She noticed the look of immense compassion and tenderness in his eyes and the way his fingers felt on her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest and her head swam a little. The way that he could make her feel with one simple touch and one look into those blue eyes was indescribable.
"Why is it guys always nail you in the perfect spot?" she asked. "Right on the bone? Does someone go around teaching you guys how to do that?"
"Not all men hit." he assured her.
She smiled.
He pulled her closer to him and kissed her. Long and soft, one hand on her slender hip, the other on the side of her face.
"You're okay?" she asked when the kiss ended and they stood, foreheads resting together, her hands on his chest.
He nodded. "I'm fine. I just wanted to see you. Let you know I took care of things."
"Do you think it'll make things worse?" she asked, slight fear in her eyes. "That it just might piss him off even more and make him come here or cause problems at work for you? The last thing I want is him..."
He silenced her with another kiss. Longer. More intense. To the point where they were breathless, their hearts hammering in their chests. "I think we should worry about all of that tomorrow." he said.
"You know what this day calls for?" she asked, rubbing his sides.
He grinned.
"Other than that, I mean. Ice cream."
"Ice cream?"
"Ice cream makes everything better." she declared. "Especially Haagen Daaz Triple Brownie Overload ice cream." she turned to the freezer.
The tank top she had on barely covered the small of her back, showing off a large, colorful tattoo of lotus flowers that spread from one hip to the other. He found it incredibly sexy and couldn't help but reach out and run his fingers along the entire outline. Felt the goosebumps that pricked up on her smooth, sensitive skin.
"Surprised?" she asked, moving away to grab two spoons. She had to force herself to move away. Because if he touched her like that again, she didn't trust herself to not jump him right there and then in the kitchen.
"A little. You didn't seem like the type."
She showed him the tattoo of a lady bug on the top of her right foot. And her navel ring.
It took all the will power he had not to drop to his knees in the middle of the kitchen and kiss and lick and suck at that simple silver ring. The woman was astonishingly sexy. No one had had that much of an affect on him without even doing anything.
"I was thinking." he said. "How about you eat that ice cream and I eat..."
"Don't even finish that sentence." she said with a grin. Because I will probably say go right ahead, she thought and headed into the living room.
"You like torturing me, don' t you." Flack commented as he followed her.
"Actually? Yeah. I do." she smiled over her shoulder. "It's fun."
They snuggled in close together on the couch, Sam's legs tucked up beside her and her head on his shoulder, his arm around her slender body, hand resting on her hip. She had the t.v. on. A repeat of CSI.
"How do you watch this?" Flack asked. "You do the job and watch the show? What is up with that?"
"Strictly entertainment purposes. I like to see how authentic things are when they're investigating. Its pretty damn close."
"You mean except for the fact you don't get a hit in CODIS in thirty seconds and it takes longer than forty five minutes to solve a case, if you even solve it all."
"You are such a pessimist. To be honest, the real reason I watch is to see Nick and Warrick."
Flack frowned. "Who?"
She sighed exasperatedly. "Do you not watch t.v.?"
"I have enough soap opera and drama and comedy in my life. I watch ESPN and the Rangers. That's it."
"Nick and Warrick are CSIs." she explained. "That guy there? The white guy with all the muscles? That's Nick. And his buddy there, the really cute bi-racial guy with the killer eyes? That's Warrick. He's my favorite. You don't see guys like that in our lab."
"You're suppose to be watching this show to figure out the crime." Flack informed her. "Not check out the guys."
"Hey, I have enough crime in my life, thank you. Just not enough hot guys."
"Thanks." he laughed. "Makes me feel real good to hear that."
She giggled and kissed the under side of his chin. "Well you have one up on them. The detective in this is old and nasty."
"As opposed to?"
"Young, hot and sarcastic." she said and grinned up at him. "Did I mention my handcuff fetish yet?" her eyes sparkled playfully and she licked ice cream off the end of the spoon with the tip of her tongue.
"Do you mind?" he asked, shifting awkwardly on the couch. She was making eating ice cream a lewd act and he was already on edge enough without her adding to it.
"What?" she asked innocently, dipping her finger into the ice cream and scraping some of the side before raising her finger to her lips and licking it off slowly. "What am I doing?"
"Sam... stop... okay?"
"I am just eating my ice cream, Don. Relax. Are you that horny you're reading in to me eating ice cream?"
"Its the way you're eating the ice cream." he corrected her.
"I'm not eating it any way. Now if I was to do this..." she sat up and dipped her fingers in the container once again and smeared it on the side of his neck, just below his ear. The cold on his hot skin making him jump. And then her lips and her tongue were making short work of the ice cream.
"Samantha..." he moaned and closed his eyes, enjoying the soft, suckling of her lips and the slickness of her tongue and the light scrap of her teeth on his skin. Bringing him easily to arousal. No woman had ever gotten to him that quickly and that effortlessly. Devon had been about being pleased, not doing the same for someone else. This woman he could tell was the complete opposite.
She bit down gently on his ear lobe, then trailed the tip of her tongue to the corner of his mouth, nibbling at his top lip and looking him straight in the eye. Her fingers beginning to unbutton his shirt.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice low and intense, blue eyes locked on golden brown.
"Do you want me to stop?" she countered and removed her hand from the front of his shirt.
"No." he said. "I don't."
She smiled and licked at his top lip and then the bottom, her fingers working on the buttons, then sliding over his stomach and down onto his belt buckle and lower. Caressing him gently through his pants. "You are very easy to please, detective." she said and squeezed his erection lightly and kissed him deeply.
He kissed her eagerly and hungrily. Grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto his lap before turning and dumping her flat on her back on the couch.
"You use that move on all your perps?" she asked.
"Only the cute ones." he replied and kissed her again.
"Don..." she grunted. "You're really, really heavy. Heavier than you look."
"Are you insinuating that I'm fat?" he teased her, kissing her lightly.
"Not fat. Just heavy. Personally, I like your love handles." she reached under his shirt and pinched his stomach through his wife beater.
"Have you ever considered I'm this heavy because you're abnormally small for a grown woman?" he asked, sparing her some of his weight by propping himself on his arm. He smoothed her bangs away from her forehead with his other hand and looked down into her trusting, warm eyes.
"You okay with this?" he asked quietly.
She nodded.
"'Cause if you're not, just tell me. We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. Okay?"
"Okay." she said in response and lifted her head to kiss him, her arms curling around his neck and pulling him closer.
He kissed her in return. Deep and passionate, his tongue delving into her warm, moist mouth and finding hers. Her legs circled his waist, bringing him closer and tighter to her. She moaned into his mouth when she felt his hardness against her. He kissed a gentle path from her mouth to her cheek and onto that sensitive spot below her ear. His hand sliding along her shoulder, fingers pulling the strap of her tank top to the side as he used his lips and his tongue to taste each soft slice of skin he uncovered.
"You're so beautiful." he told her, his lips on her collar bone. "You taste so good. Even without ice cream on you."
She giggled and then sighed and closed her eyes and arched into him as he licked and nibbled at the hallow of her neck and his hand slipped underneath her shirt to caress and fondle her breasts, his fingers toying with her erect nipples. Her fingers of one hand buried in his short hair, the other hand running up the back of his wife beater to feel the hard muscles in his back. She moaned at the feel of his tongue trailing along the edge of the the top at the swell of breasts. His hand slid from her breast and over her flat stomach and below the waist band of her shorts.
"No underwear, huh?" he chuckled against her neck. "You're a dirty litte girl, Samantha."
"You woke me up. These are my pyjamas. I don't wear underwear to bed."
"Easier access for me I guess." he said.
She was about to tell him to just shut up and do something already. His hand just resting on her lower stomach and his lips on her neck, but all that came out of her mouth was a small whimper when his hand slipped lower and his lips teased her nipple through her tank top. She yanked the shirt up, gasped and arched underneath him as his mouth closed around her sensitive peak. Sucking at her firmly.
"Donnie..." she breathed, opening her legs further, tightening her grip on his shoulders, finger nails digging into his flesh.
No one ever called him that outside of his parents and Gavin Moran. He hated that name. But coming out of her mouth, it sounded so exotic and beautiful. And so perfect.
His fingers slipped over her slick wetness as he explored every warm inch of her. Her eyes were closed tightly and her fingers scarping along his back and shoulders, her body responding eagerly to his ministrations. He sucked and licked at those gorgeous breasts, revelling in all the little noises she made beneath him, whispered words edging him on. He traced lazy circles over her clit and felt her shudder beneath him, pleasurable sensations coursing through her body.
"Are you okay?" he raised his head long enough to ask.
"Please..." she practically begged. "Don't stop... please don't stop... I need you to..." she moaned loudly and her back lifted off the couch as his lips found her nipple again just as he slid a finger towards her opening, his thumb stroking her clit. He pushed his finger inside of her, thrusting to the rhythm of his thumb.
He heard her breathing begin to quicken and she let out a long, low moan. He added another finger, moving faster and harder, feeling her urgency for completion as her body thrust against his fingers. He raised his head to look at her, watch the pleasure take over her.
"Samantha..." he said quietly. "Open your eyes.. open your eyes and look at me..."
She shook her head.
"Don't be scared or embarrassed. Open your eyes and look at me."
She slowly opened them and found herself gazing deep into those oceanic eyes.
"I want you to look at me when you come." he said. "I wanna watch it happen."
"I can't..." she managed and bit her lip to keep herself from screaming when his fingers went even deeper and his thumb began mover quicker. Determined.
"Yes.. you can." he assured her. "Come for me."
Those words sent her over the edge and her body bucked suddenly under him, his eyes riveted on her face as she came, long and powerful, over his hand, her inner walls clenching around his fingers, his name a soft cry escaping from her lips. The expression of sheer bliss on her face was enough to nearly send him over the edge and he leaned over to kiss her softly. When he felt her body finally come down from the high, he removed his fingers and pulled his hand away gently as she settled back into the couch, panting.
"You good?" he asked, gently wiping sweat from her brow with his finger tips.
"Mm-hm." was all that she could manage at that point. Her entire body throbbed. From head to toe. She had never in her life had an orgasm that all consuming and powerful. Especially from someone just using their fingers. It made her wonder how good the real deal would feel. "I can't feel my toes." she announced.
He couldn't help but laugh. And blush a little.
"Don't laugh!" she scolded him through a fit of giggles. "It's true. Not that I'm complaining or its a bad thing..."
"Definitely not a bad thing." he said and kissed her.
She put her hands on the back of his neck and returned the kiss. Slowly. Deeply.
In his mind, he briefly considered how deep he was getting with her. And how quickly it was happening. Only very briefly. Because the answer was simple. Real deep. And he was more than okay with that.
They kissed for a long time. Leisurely. Tasting each other. Their hands exploring each others bodies. Peeling clothes away, pressing kisses to every inch of flesh they uncovered. She loved the feel of his arms under her hands. They were strong and powerful and smooth. And beautiful. Every inch of him was. And she wanted to taste all of him. She met resistance when she attempted to pull the wife beater off of him. Saw the worried expression on his face and felt the tension in his body.
"I don't take it off." he said, hoping that he wasn't hurting her feelings, offending her in some way. "For anyone."
She frowned. "Does it have something to do with the bombing?" she asked.
"Who told you about that?" he inquired.
"Is it?" she pressed. "I know that you were hurt really bad and you almost didn't make it and..."
"Do we have to talk about this right this second? I kinda got other things on my mind right now. And we talk about that, I won't be in as good of a mood as I am right now."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." she sat up, forcing him back onto his heels.
"Where are you going?" he asked as she gathered up her top and slipped it back on. "I didn't mean it to hurt your feelings."
''You didn't." she lied. "But you made it clear that you obviously don't trust me."
"That's not true, Samantha." he sat on the edge of the couch and caught her by the arm as she went to step past him. "I do trust you. With my life. I just... I don't talk about it and I don't take my shirt off in front of people. Its not personal. Its not. Look," he pulled her closer to the couch and sat his hands on her hips. "It was a dark, painful time in my life and this is a new happy time in my life and I don't want the two of them fucking things up. I'm falling in love with you and I can't... I can't let the bombing ruin that feeling."
She nodded. "When you're ready to tell me, Don, I'll be here. But I want you to show me what ever it is that bothers you so bad."
"Samantha..."
"Please."
He sighed heavily. She had trusted him enough to let him into her personal space, let him do things to her that she probably hadn't experienced in a long time. The least he could do was show her some kind of trust in return. He lifted the wide beater up and over his head and tossed it on the couch.
She took in the sight of the thick, jagged surgical scar that marred the left side of his well muscled abdomen. Yet it wasn't a look of fright or disgust that appeared in her eyes. It was one of compassion and worry. And love. She reached out and traced her finger tips over it. "Does it hurt?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Sometimes." he admitted. "And it took me a long time to get back on my feet again afterwards and sometimes, I don't feel as if I'm fully on my feet yet. Like my life is still on hold. And that's why I don't want to talk about it right now. I will. Just not right now."
"You thought that this would bother me? Your scar?"
He nodded.
"Why would you think that? I'm not that kind of person, Don. Its just a scar. It doesn't measure what kind of man you are or change the way I feel about you. And I have a lot of scars. You just can't see them."
"Those are usually the worst ones." he said. "They never seem to fully heal."
"They're starting to." she said and ran her fingers over the scar again and smiled up at him. "You're helping them along."
He smiled and ran his hand from her wrist and up her arm and to the back of her neck, pulling her into him for a mind numbing, hormone raging kiss.
She slid her hands from his stomach and up his chest. Feeling the fine, dark hair over his firm muscles, opening her mouth wider to his. Letting him peel the tank top up and over her head and tease every smooth, pale inch of her flesh with his strong, capable hands and his warm mouth. Her entire body was on fire, her mind and heart racing. She'd never wanted or needed someone that badly before. It was overwhelming and exhilarating. And frightening.
He dropped to his knees and took her slender hips in his hands. Presses feathery kisses around her navel. Licking and suckling and nibbling at her soft flesh. Tugging at the ring with his teeth. And when he flattened his tongue over the area, throughoughly mositening it and then blowing on it, she cried out and grabbed at his shoulders.
"Oh God... stop..." she begged, the sensation of his tongue on her tinkling skin too much to bear. "Just stop... I can't take it..."
He grabbed her by the ass with both hands and yanked her towards him and pulled her down, maneuvering them until he had her on her back on the area rug by the couch and he slipped off her shorts and moved over her to find her lips in a hungry, greedy kiss.
She reached between them for his belt buckle, unclasping it anxiously, hurriedly popping open the button and yanking down the zipper. He moved away from her only long enough to remove his pants and boxers.
"Condom?" she asked, breathing heavy with desire.
Flack nodded and reached for his discarded pants, pulling a condom package from the back pocket.
"You had this planned?" she asked, eyes twinkling.
"I was hopeful." he replied and tore open the package and rolled the condom down his shaft. "You're nervous, aren't you." he said, noticing she was trembling slightly.
She nodded, bit her lip.
"We don't have to do this." he assured her. "I don't expect anything."
"I want to do this." she said confidently, despite the fact she felt anything but.
"I'm not going to hurt you." he promised and settled himself between her legs. He kissed her, the tip of his cock barely brushing against her opening when he felt her tense up completely. Pulling back to look at her, he saw the nervous and anxious expression all over her face and in her eyes. Uneasiness. And worst of all, fear.
This is not a good idea, he told himself and decided to pull the plug on it right then and there. She wasn't ready for this. He'd been a thoughtless, ignorant prick for even pretending she would be. The events of the day had not only bruised her, but made her needy and left searching for some reassurance that she'd made it out okay. Searching for the satisfaction of feeling loved and being loved. The run in with Zack had brought back hordes of painful, unwelcome memories. And as badly as he wanted her, and as much as it killed him to sacrifice his own needs, he cared about her too much to push her into anything. So he backed off.
"I'm sorry." she whispered.
"Its okay." he assured her.
"I thought I could...I want to...believe me I want to. And I want you. But I just can't."
"Sam, you don't have to explain anything to me. Okay? I understand."
Tears formed in her eyes. She felt ashamed. Embarrassed. Unworthy. "I'm sorry, Don." she said, her head hung low.
"Hey." he placed his hand along her face and made her look at him. "There's no reason for you to be sorry. I understand. Completely. And really, this is not the way I wanted our first time to be. You deserve better than your brother's living room floor. Way better. I'm talking something nice and romantic better."
"I'm sorry. This isn't fair to you and I..."
He silenced her with a tender kiss. "I wasn't expecting anything from you. It was a really screwed up day and its brought a lot of things back for you."
She nodded.
"And that's why this can't happen. Not on this night. I don't want me and you turning into a bad memory because of him. Am I making any sense?"
"You are. Perfect sense. You're not angry?'
"Nothing to be angry about." he said and pressed a kiss to her forehead before pulling away from her and removing the condom and climbing back into his boxers and pants.
"Please don't leave." she nearly begged, pulling on her pyjamas.
"What makes you think I was leaving? I just didn't want to be walking around your brother's place naked." he held up the condom. "Garbage?" he asked.
"Kitchen under the sink." she replied and gathered herself together.
She was sitting on the couch when he came back, doing up his pants and buckling his belt. He sat down beside her.
"You okay?" he asked, concerned.
She nodded and leaned into him and he kissed the side of her head. "At least let me to something for you." she said.
"Samantha, you don't have to..."
She was already on her knees in front of him, settling herself between his legs.
"You don't have to do this." he told her.
She smiled and reached for his belt. "I want to." she said.
Her lips were on his navel as she undid the belt buckle, then slowly undid the zipper. Sitting back on her heels as she peeled the pants off of him and tossed them aside. She spread a trail of fiery red hot kisses down his body until she came to the top of his boxers. Her tongue traced the underwear line before her lips teased his hard cock through the material of his boxers, her hands caressing his thighs.
He moaned as she began slowly peeling off his boxers to reveal his erection.
"Very, very nice, Detective Flack." she commented and licked at the inside of his thigh. "Now I want you to close your eyes." she said, nibbling at the skin of his inner thigh.
Flack looked at her warily.
"No pain. I promise. Just close your eyes. Trust me. You'll like it."
He sighed heavily and closed his eyes.
"Just trust me, Don." she said and dipped her fingers into the nearly melted ice cream and proceeded to smear it along his cock.
"What the fuck!" he nearly bellowed at the cold she was applying on his aching erection. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. "Did you just...?"
"Lots of ways to eat ice cream." she said and took his cock in her hand and licked from the base to the tip, and then back down again. Every side and every possible inch, cleaning the ice cream off of him completely. She teased the tip of his cock with her tongue before wrapping her lips around him and taking him deeply into her mouth.
His hands were in her hair and his head tipped back in pleasure, cursing loudly.
She used her hand to stroke his cock firmly, matching the rhythm with her mouth. She felt the grip he had on her hr tighten even more as he thrust into her mouth. She could tell he was getting close. It was amazing he'd lasted as long as he did after the previous interruption they'd had. She added suction to her movements and tightened her hand and quickened the pace.
"Fuck, Sam..." he groaned loudly. "I'm gonna cum." More a warning than anything, in case she didn't want him doing so in her mouth.
She felt his body begin to shudder and he ejaculated into her mouth. Biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood in order to keep himself from screaming. She swallowed every drop, sucked him until he was completely dry and spent. Then pulled away and sat back on her heels with a bright smile on her face.
"Jesus... fucking... Christ..." was all he could manage, chest heaving, arm over his eyes.
"I even clean my own mess." she said and he couldn't help but chuckle.
Opening his eyes, he looked down at her, touching her face softly, his eyes searching hers.
"You're welcome." she grinned and pressed a kiss to his stomach and ran a hand up his thigh.
"Fuck, don't do that." he said, brushing her hand away. '''Cause I don't think my heart can take that right now."
"Getting too old for this sort of thing?" she asked.
"Funny."
"You're how old, Don?" she teased, getting on her knees and moving closer to him. "All your aching bones and your grey hair?"
"You're a real smart ass, you know that?"
"I know." she used his thighs to push herself up onto her feet and leaned over to kiss him.
He ran his hands over her ass and up to the small of her back. "You're incredible." he told her, pulling her into his lap.
She smiled and nestled her face into the side of his neck, her hand on the back of his head, fingers massaging his scalp. "Will you stay here tonight?" she asked.
"Do you want me to?"
"I want you to. I want you to hold me and make me feel safe and protected. Loved. Do you want to stay?"
"Baby, there is no other place in this world I'd rather be." he told her.
She raised her head and they kissed long and leisurely. Uncomfortable with the thought of taking him to the bed her brother sent his nights in, they curled up together on the couch. The best it would allow a six foot two guy to. Lying on his side with his back to the rear of the couch, her tiny body wrapped securely in his arms, her face in his chest. Her eyes were closed as she cuddled in tight.
"Sweet dreams of sweet things." he whispered to her in the dark.
She had fallen asleep quickly and effortlessly.
Almost as quickly and effortlessly as she'd stolen his heart.
When she woke up the following morning to the persistent buzzing of the alarm on her cell phone on the coffee table, she was disappointed to find herself alone. Sometime in the early morning hours, he'd managed to untangle himself from her arms and silently climb off the couch, dress and leave. She briefly remembered him saying something about having to go to his place before shift and kissing her on the lips and on her eyes. Had she responded? She couldn't remember.
She leaned over the edge of the couch and reached for her cell phone. Switching off the alarm, she tossed the phone aside and settled back in under the blanket. It smelled like him. And the smell was comforting and warm. She lay there for several long minutes, eyes closed, breathing in that wonderful, manly scent that brought back all the memories of the amazing, erotic night before. It brought a broad smile to her lips. No man had ever made her feel like that. Ever. No man had ever made her come like that. With Zack it had seemed like a chore or an effort. With Flack it happened easily. And powerfully.
Gotta get up for work, she thought with a sigh and rolled over onto her back. Carmen would be there in an hour so they could grab a tea and a bagel and hop the subway together. I still have to shower and clean the living room a bit and get dressed. Check my e-mail. She stared up at the ceiling, seriously contemplated calling in sick for a few minutes before deciding that wasn't the best idea in a new job. Mac would not like that one bit. One thing he liked was reliability.
She sat up and yawned and rubbed at her weary eyes. Her back ached from spending the night on the rickety old couch. But it was a night and a back pain she'd relive all over again. She swung her legs over the side of the couch and stood. Her throat felt tight and dry. An aftermath of Zack nearly choking her to death. Hawkes said it was deep bruising and would hurt like a bastard for a while.
First thing she did was go over to her lap top on the dining room table. She'd left it on and open all night. Luckily the battery wasn't dead as she tapped the mouse pad to get the screen to come to life.
One e-mail. Call me Miss Popular, she thought and clicked on it.
Thursday July 13 2008 7:02 a.m.
to: det.s.ross
from: det.d.flack
Just to let you know, you snore. LOUD. And you talk in your sleep. REALLY LOUD.
P.S.: I really do love you
She smiled and clicked on reply.
Thursday July 13 2008 8:03 a.m.
to: det.d.flack
from: det s. ross
Just to let you know, you had your knee stuck in my ass half the night and your big feet were getting in the way.
P.S.: Me too
She hit send and waited a few minutes. Sure enough, the computer beeped. In coming e-mail.
to: det.s.ross
from:det.d.flack
That wasn't my knee and you know what they say about guys with big feet.
P.S. You just made my entire day.
P.P.S. Now get your ass to work.
She grinned and turned off her computer and shut the lid.
Life was going to be okay.
She wasn't scared anymore.
Long list tonight! I love it!
Aphina:thanks for the help with the smut! Told ya I'd kick a little in there. LOL! I am getting better at it. Gavin will make another appearance when Flack needs him the most. At the funeral.
Madison Bellows:Much thankies for your review! The Wilder Gang will play a crucial role in her death and in Flack's future.
Lily moonlight and Bluehaven 4220: Zack will make a trip to the crime lab, Flack will have Gerrard issues, Sam will have a run in with Sinclair and be handed a lawsuit!
EddiesGirl:lots more to come! More fluff! Gotta have more fluff! LOL!
notreadytoletgo: sorry for the Monroe bashing. I actually liked her until the writers massacared the character
Forest Angel: The part with the kids was tough to write. I actually had Carmen and Danny talking to them and changed it to Flack while I was editing
Mauveine: welcome to my baby! Thanks for the lovely words.