Warning: little bit of smut at the end
Moving on, letting go
"You may need me there to carry all your weight
but you're no burden I assure
You tide me over with a warmth I'll never forget
But I can only give you love
Fall on me, tell me everything you want me to be
forever with you
forever in me
forever the same
Call on me
I'll be there for you and
you'll be there for me."
-Ever the Same, Rob Thomas
"He's been charged with assault on a police officer, brandishing a fire arm and uttering death."
Mac Taylor said those words as he and Don Flack stood two hours later on the opposite side of the one way glass, watching as Tim Speedle and Stella Bonasera spoke to Zack Tanner in the interrogation room.
Flack sighed heavily and shook his head at the sheer insanity of the entire thing. He had just seen Samantha onto the elevator less than fifteen minutes before all hell broke loose on the thirty fifth floor. Now here he was, suit jacket off and shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, trying to prevent himself from going in that interrogation room and killing the man with his bare hands.
"What about attempted kidnapping?" Flack asked.
"With no solid proof that was his intention it won't stick." Mac replied.
"Attempted murder for pulling the gun?"
"You know that that's reaching, Flack. He can just say he only wanted to scare her."
"Yeah... the hand marks around her throat say just that." Flack said sarcastically.
"Only way charges of attempted murder or attempted kidnapping will go down is if Stella and this new kid Speed can get anything out of him. And so far, he's not telling them what they don't all ready know."
"Want me to go in and talk to him?"
"Your idea of talking, with your fists, is not what we need right now. And its not what Samantha needs."
Flack nodded in agreement.
"How is she?" Mac asked.
"Carmen and Danny are with her upstairs. She doesn't want to go home. She says she's fine."
"What do you think?" Mac asked.
"What does it matter what I think?" Flack responded.
"Considering she's your girlfriend..."
Flack sighed.
"Or am I just assuming?"
"She is. My girlfriend. We just wanted to tell all of you before the gossip and the rumors started."
Mac nodded. "So what do you think? About how she's doing?"
"I think she's pretty shaken up. And I think she's a stubborn little brat for not going home. Stubborn as hell Mac. And smart mouth to go with it." Flack shook his head
"In other words, she's the female Don Flack." Mac said with a grin.
Flack just smiled.
"You should be upstairs with her."
"I was. She asked me to come down and see how things are going. So this Speed guy pretty much saved her life, huh?"
Mac nodded. "Stepped between her and Carmen and Zack, talked him down. Well, tried to anyway. He wasn't giving up that's for sure."
"And then you came along, went all Marine Mac on the guy?"
If anyone else other than Don Flack had have said something like that, Mac would have been seriously offended and given them a stern dressing down. But when Flack said it it was with good intentioned humor and a little bit of affection. And it even made Mac smile. There was something about Flack that could always make you smile.
"I did what I had to do." Mac said.
"You always do. You're always there when someone needs you, Mac."
Mac knew that that was as close to a thank you that would ever come from someone with as much foolish pride as Don Flack. "I always will be." he said.
Flack nodded. "So this new guy Speedle. What's his story?"
"Originally from New York. Worked as a CSI down in Miami in Horatio Cane's lab. He was seriously injured a few years back on the job and came back home to recuperate. Been working as a PI since. Then his resume showed up on my desk and now here he is."
"What's going on up there, Mac? You guys gettin' serious kick backs from brass or what? How'd you get them to let you hire three new people?"
"I told them if they wanted quicker turn arounds on cases and less employee over time, I'd need at least three more detectives. And I got three damn good ones. And we need people like them. The crime rate in this city is the worst I've ever seen."
"Must be some extra bad crack out on the streets." Flack only half joked. "But you know as well as I do there is no end to massive over time."
Mac chuckled. "I just tell them what they want to hear and then go and do what I want. Can you imagine if Sinclair ran the lab? He doesn't know his ass from his elbow. And Gerrard? We won't even get into what's wrong with him."
"I'm on Gerrard's shit list right now." Flack said. "But I seem to have a permanent place there lately."
"Wait until word gets back about this. He's gonna be down here like flies on shit." Mac sighed heavily at the thought.
"Its what happens when you blow up the crime lab, Mac."
"You ever hear anything more on the Wilder gang?" Mac asked
"Just a lot of talk about the family members left behind comin' here to set up shop again. Nothing firm. And that is not a day I want to re-live any time soon. So why is our boy here holdin' out? We have him on assault and weapons offenses. Might as well cop to the rest."
"I think he has some underlying sociopath issues." Mac said.
Flack laughed. "Ya think? That guy is nuts. He does what he did, and I'm not just talking about yesterday and today, but in the past, yet I'm the one who catches shit? Makes no sense, Mac."
"This job rarely does. He'll be sent back to Phoenix once he's arraigned."
"When's that suppose to happen?" Flack asked, not sure if he liked that idea or not. Something about Zack being out of NYPD jurisdiction didn't sit well with him.
"D.A. is looking at tomorrow morning. He'll be in custody until then."
"Not gonna keep him in New York? Have him face the charges here?"
"Phoenix PD is raising hell over this. NYPD doesn't want any problems so they'll send him back. If this goes to trial, chances are Sam will have to go there to testify. Maybe even you and Carmen and Speedle."
"Even if I didn't have to go, I wouldn't make her go through that alone." Flack said, in a soft, tender voice that Mac never knew the young man possessed.
He could tell just by looking at Flack that the detective was in way over his head. And that Flack didn't mind one bit.
Speed tapped his pen noisily on the pad of paper in front of him and stared across the table at Zack Turner handcuffed to the chair.
"Givin' us the silent treatment, huh?" Speed asked. "Doesn't matter. We've got you on the assault from yesterday, brandishing a fire arm and uttering threats. You're looking at at least ten years just on that."
"Why don't you just come clean, Zack?" Stella suggested. "About all the plans you had."
"Right now," Speed continued. "I've got CSIs and detectives searching your hotel room, and your rental and personal vehicle. Looking for any sign that you were planning on abducting and murdering your ex girlfriend. I also have people in Arizona goin' through your place there as we speak. We are going to find the proof we need. And then you are going to be going away for a hell of a lot longer."
Zack remained silent.
"Tell us." Stella pressed. "Make this all a little easier on yourself."
Speed tossed his pen onto the table top with a clatter. "Okay... wanna play games? We can sit here all day. You can cop to it all in ten minutes, two hours, ten hours, doesn't matter to me. But let me tell you what I know about you. Let's talk about you letting women you stop for traffic violations off with no more than a warning if they gave you sexual favors. Wanna talk about that?"
Anger flashed in Zack's eyes.
"Its the reason Samantha is here, right? Why she came back to New York? Dumped your pathetic ass when she found out, decided to start a new life for herself. That's some sick shit, Zack. And you wonder why she's pissed." Speed snorted in disgust. "And don't try playing the theft card with me. It was a joint account. She had every legal right in both the state of Arizona and New York to take that money. Personally, I would have kicked you ass and then cleaned you out. But that's just me."
"Your wedding gets called off the day before," Stella chimed in. "She eventually cleans you out financially and then you come here and you see that she's happy and moved on with her life. That must have really pissed you off."
"But not enough to prevent you from eigthy-sixing a trip to Cabo with one of your girlfriends." Speed said in disgust. "That was your honeymoon trip and instead of missin' out you take another woman. Some girl from the same crime lab Samantha worked at that you'd been doin' for months. A friend of the woman you supposedly loved more than life itself."
"Then you start harrassing her and threatening her and you show up in New York for some payback." Stella said.
"You're real class act, buddy." Speed leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. "Got yourself a beautiful woman at a home and you're getting head on the side of the interstate from strangers. Guys, too? Or just the girls?"
"That's sick." Stella declared. "There are no other words for it."
"You waste three years of a woman's life and then wonder why she moves on." Speed shook his head,
"Did you know all of this?" Mac asked a visibly furious Don Flack.
Flack shook his head, palms of his hands on the glass as he listened intently.
"Cat got your tongue?" Speed asked. "How about we get Detective Flack in here and he can kick th crap out of you some more?'
Zack leaned forward quickly, fighting angrily against his bonds. "Shoulda pulled the trigger! Taught that little bitch a lesson!"
"Tell us what you had planned." Stella said. "Were you going to take her back with you to Arizona? Force her to stay with you? Kill her? What?"
"She was going to pay for embarrassing me!"
"Pay?" Speed straightened in his seat. "How?"
"I had something nice in mind for her. Whosoever goin' through my house will find out soon enough. All you two need to know is that it was gonna be slow and painful. And that she deserved it."
"You are a sick, twisted excuse for a human being." Speed said. "You're gonna meet a lot of friends where you're going. Never should have underestimated us New Yorkers, huh?"
Stella slid a pad of paper and a pen towards Zack. "Details." she instructed. "We details."
"I'm not saying anymore without a lawyer."
Speed stood up quickly, chair scraping across the floor. "You're gonna need a real good one." he said.
"Tim Speedle, Detective Don Flack." Mac did the introductions inside the viewing room following the questioning. "We just call him Flack. Flack, this is Tim Speedle, my new CSI."
"People just call me Speed." he said and shook Flack's hand. "You the boyfriend?"
Flack nodded.
"Hell of a job you did on that guy's face. You seem like a good guy to have your back in a fight or when you're kicking down a door."
"Only as good as the guys' goin' in behind me, having my back." Flack said.
Speed smiled. They were going to get along just fine. "Your girl is a tough little shit. She can handle her own."
"Haven't figured out if that's a good thing or a really bad thing." Flack said.
"You ever figure them out completely. Which is why I'm single and stayin' that way."
"I used to think that same way." Flack told him.
"So what happened?" Speed asked.
"Well, this Brooklyn girl moved back here from Arizona and my life hasn't been the same since."
Carmen stood outside the break room, peering through the open doorway as Danny sat with Samantha, taking her statement in his calm, reassuring way. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up and her anger simmer when Lindsay stepped beside her.
"How is she?" Lindsay asked, looking into the room.
"Like you care?" Carmen snorted.
Lindsay looked at the other woman. "What is your problem with me?" she asked.
"What is my problem? Where do I start? Maybe it has to do with the fact that you treat people like shit and walk round here like your so goddamn high and mighty. Maybe it has to do with the fact that you can't keep your fucking mouth shut!"
"What are you talking about? I-"
"The only reason Sam confronted you is because you made up some bullshit story about her and Danny. You start it and then you complain when you can't take the consequences!? And now everyone in here knows about Sam and Flack."
"I never told anyone about those two."
"Oh bullshit! I saw you watching them! You just couldn't wait to run around and tell people all about it! Why can't you just keep your fucking mouth shut!"
"What's the big secret? Why are they hiding it?'
"They weren't hiding it! They just wanted some privacy for a while!"
"I don't even know what he wants to be with someone like that. So screwed up."
"Don't even go there Monroe!" Carmen took a step closer. "You even go there you little bitch and I will..."
"Take it easy, Red." Speed said as he stepped between them. "You'll give yourself a stroke."
Lindsay eyed him head to toe. Impressed. "Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm the guy you don't wanna talk about behind his back because he won't think twice about callin' ya on it." Speed replied.
Carmen snickered. "Meet Tim Speedle. New CSI. People call him Speed."
"Only people I like." he said. "So you can call me Tim." he said to Lindsay.
"Another new person?" Lindsay huffed.
"Don't worry, I won't steal your thunder, Wyoming." Speed said dryly.
Carmen snickered even louder.
"Montana." Lindsay fumed. "I'm from Montana."
"Whatever." Speed waved it off and turned to Carmen. "How's Mouse doing?"
"She's shook up, but unhurt."
"Good." Speed nodded. "She seems like a tough girl."
"Small but mighty." Carmen declared. "You know, if you weren't here and didn't try and talk him down like you did-"
"Did what was right." Speed told her. "Couldn't let a guy get away with that shit."
"How'd it go with dick head?" Carmen asked.
"He lawyered up. Been charged with three counts. Assault on an officer, brandishing a firearm, and uttering death threats. We're working on an attempted abduction charge. We got people scouring his hotel room and cars, and cops in Arizona going through his house. He said he had a plan for her. We're looking for details and proof on what those plans were."
"He's crazy." Carmen said and shook her head.
"That's an understatement if I've ever heard one." Speed said. "Met the boyfriend downstairs. You're right. He's a big boy."
"He's an amazing guy and a great friend." Carmen told him. "Not to mention an incredible cop. You guys will get along."
"No doubt." Speed agreed. He seems all right."
Danny came out of the room, closing his note book and looking more than a little pissed off.
"Is she okay?" Carmen asked.
Danny nodded. "Tough little Brooklyn chick. That woulda broke someone else. See you and my buddy are playing nice."
"I am capable of not being a total bitch, Messer." Carmen informed him.
"Coulda fooled me." Danny teased. "What's the word on my buddy Zack?"
Speed filled him in.
Danny sighed. "Why do I get the feeling we'll be making a trip to Arizona before this is all over?"
"Wonderful." Speed snorted. "I always hated the heat."
"Are you sure you don't want to go home?" Carmen asked Sam, sitting beside her friend on the faux leather sofa. "I can call Adam and have him come and get you?"
"I'm fine, Carmen." Sam insisted. "If you call Adam then he'll bring my dad and I just can't deal with that right now. He'll go off the deep end and blow things out of proportion."
"Blow things out of porportion? Honey, your ex showed up here with a gun. God knows what he was going to do to you. How much out of porportion can things be? What a hell of a two days."
"Thanks for being here, Carmen." Sam said quietly.
"Hey. Where else am I going to be? You're my girl."
"Getting in Zack's face like you did. Standing up for me."
"You do the same for me." Carmen said.
Sam smiled in agreement.
"We're friends. Friends have each others backs. It's what we do. Protect each other. No matter what. We do, and know, what's best for one another. And right now, what's best for you is to go home and take it easy."
"I'm fine." Sam assured her. "Really. I'm fine. I just need some time to get myself together. That's all."
"Well do you want anything? Some water? A tea? Some tequila?"
Sam gave a little laugh. "Tequila sounds good.'
"Pink sprinkle donut?"
Sam laughed even harder. "What is it with you and those donuts? I'm going to buy you a years supply of Krispy Kreme for Christmas."
"Yeah? Well I'll tuck a bottle of Jose Cuervo in your stocking."
A loud knock came to the door. Carmen glanced over and smiled at Flack.
"Now here's a pick me up." Carmen said to Sam. "A hot cop coming to read ya your rights and cuff ya and strip search ya. Lucky girl." she squeezed Sam's shoulder and went to the door.
"She okay?" Flack asked.
"She will be now that you're here. Word of warning? Monroe is lurking around. She's just waiting for something to run back to Gerrard or Sinclair with. So no sex in here.Got it."
"You're funny, Devine." Flack said as he entered the room. "Very, very funny."
She smiled and winked as she left.
Flack approached the couch and crouched down in front of it, a bottle of water in his hand. Sam had her head down, staring at her trembling hands.
"You okay?" he asked.
She shook her head.
He placed the water in her hand.
"Thank you." she whispered and took a sip before dropping her head again.
"Hey." Flack laid a hand on the side of her face. Pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, rubbing gently at the top of her ear with his thumb and forefinger.
She looked up and into his eyes.
"Everything's over now." he assured her. "He's downstairs and he can't hurt you anymore."
"This is what I warned you about." she said, tears in her eyes.
"What?"
"All the baggage. When I said it wasn't fair to you to have to deal with it. Do you see now what I mean? This is insane, Don. My life is insane and you don't need that. You need someone normal and stable who doesn't have a gun toting pyshco ex boyfriend."
"No part of my life is normal or stable." Flack said. "And I don't want anyone else. I want you."
"It's not fair to you to have to deal with this." she argued.
"Sam, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. I choose to be here. And you can't walk away any more than I can."
"I can't believe he did this! Show up here with a gun! I didn't think he was capable of this!"
"Bad things happen to good people." Flack reasoned.
She smiled. "You sounded so cop right then."
"The important thing is that you're okay and he can't hurt you anymore. And you've got a lot of friends here that are willing to put their asses on the line to help you out."
"I'm sorry." she said sadly.
"You really have to stop saying that all the time."
"Its something I do. I can't help it. I was always made to feel like I did something wrong, that I wasn't good enough. It's a hard habit to break."
"Well, we're gonna have to work on breaking it. Together. Okay?"
She nodded.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead.
She circled his neck with her arms and buried her face in the spot between his shoulder and his neck. He was so warm and smelled so good and made her feel safe.
"I really think you should go home." Flack suggested.
"I can not deal with my father right now. I just can't."
"Then we'll go to your place and you'll grab some stuff and I'll take you to my place. You can get some sleep and take it easy while i finish my shift. Then I'll come home and we'll order out and just hang around. Sound good?"
"Oreos." she said.
"What? What about oreos?"
"Oreos are my comfort food. Oreos and red licorice."
"Okay. So I'll stop somewhere and get you oreos and red licorice. Anything else? Any ice cream?"
She giggled. "Ice cream is good, too."
"I get to pick the flavor this time. And eat it off you."
She giggled even louder and kissed the sensitive spot below his ear.
"God... don't do that. You do that and I won't get back to work."
"That's a bad thing?"
"It is when you're on Gerrard's shit list."
"Party pooper." she teased and pulled away.
"I need to stop somewhere on the way." he said.
"Where?"
"Drug store."
"For?"
He arched both eye brows and grinned.
"A little hopeful are we?"
"I just might give in. Gotta be prepared. Ready to go?"
She nodded and stood up.
Flack pulled her into a tight hug. "It's gonna be okay, baby." he promised her, a hand on the back of her head and his lips to her ear.
"I know." she said.
Adam was nervous. The man standing next to him in the elevator was built like a sherman tank and fighting mad. When Mac had called Adam about the incident, he was picking his dad up at JFK and he couldn't hide the news from the former Air Force pilot. Clint had insisted he be taken right away to the lab. And there was no arguing with The Sarge.
Danny was on his way to Mac's office to go over his notes when he saw Adam step off the elevator with a massive wall of a man with shocking white hair and a Wyatt Earp moustache.
"You work here?" Sarge asked gruffly.
Danny pointed to himself.
"Ya. You. You work here?"
"Dad, this is Detective Danny Messer." Adam said. "He's a CSI like Sam. Danny, this is The Sarge.. I mean my dad."
"Nice to meet you, sir." Danny offered his hand.
"Gotta strong hand shake there, son. You ever in the service?"
"No, sir. Just the NYPD." Danny answered.
"Tell a lot about a man by his hand shake. Your's is strong and noble. You work with my daughter?"
"I do."
"Can you tell me what happened on your watch?" Sarge asked.
"Yesterday or today?" Danny replied.
"Both."
"Sam's boy... a friend of her's and I were coming back from a crime scene and saw her ex whacking her around, trying to drag her off. We stopped him. The other detective, he beat the crap out of him. Twice."
"You're one of the boys that Adam told me about? Went to the hotel to teach that sonofabitch a lesson."
"I was there." Danny said. "But the other dtective did the damage."
"Good for him. I'm glad someone finally nailed that bastard. What's this about him coming here today?"
"I wasn't here at the time." Danny replied. "Best person to talk to would be our boss. He made the arrest. You should talk to him."
"I certainly plan on doing that. Where's my daughter?"
"She's down in the break room talking to Flack."
"Who?"
"Detective Don Flack. He's her boy..."
Adam shook his head frantically.
"He's a friend." Danny said.
Adam breathed a sigh of relief.
"What kind of friend?" The Sarge asked.
"Just a friend." Danny assured him. "It was nice to meet ya, but I got to get back to work. Lots to do, not enough time to do it in. Take care."
"You as well." The Sarge said and shook Messer's hand once more.
"Good luck." Danny whispered to Adam as he walked by him.
"Where's the break room?" The Sarge asked his son.
Adam reluctantly led the way. When they got there, he nearly died a quick, silent death when there was Samantha and Flack hugging, her hands up the back of his jacket.
The Sarge took control.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing with my daughter?"
Sam was both furious and embarrassed. She stood with her hands on her hips. The Sarge did the same. Staring each other down.
"Explain young lady." he said.
"Dad, this is Detective Don Flack. Don, this is my father, Hitler. I mean Clint. Dad, Don is my..."
"Friend." Flack finished and offered his hand.
The Sarge shook it, eyeing the young man suspiciously. "You always hug your friends like that, Samantha?" he asked.
"Certain ones." she replied.
"Just what kind of friend are you?" The Sarge asked Flack. "The kind that sleeps on the couch if he stays over or the kind that shares the bed."
"Well he offered to sleep on the couch..." Sam began.
The Sarge glared at her.
"Well he did." she said. "And before you knock him out, dad, he's the one that put Zack in the hospital last night."
"And that's suppose to make up for the fact that he's sharing a bed with my daughter?"
"Dad, you are over reacting." Sam said.
"Over reacting, huh? I come here and your brother tells me about this little incident earlier and when I get here, you're making out with some guy."
"Dad," Sam remained calm. "We were not making out. We were hugging. That's it. Don was comforting me and..."
''I bet he was." The Sarge eyed Flack again. "How old are you?" he asked.
"Thirty." Flack replied.
"You look older."
"Dad! Do you want to see his ID?" Sam asked.
"What do you do?" The Sarge ignored her.
"I'm a second grade homicide detective."
"Make good money?"
"Dad!" Sam exclaimed.
"Come from a good family?" he continued.
"Dad! Honestly!"
"What are your intentions with my daughter?"
Sam wanted to hide under a rock.
"Sir," Flack chose his words carefully. "I care a lot about your daughter. My intentions are good. All I want is to take care of her and make her feel safe and protected. That's it."
"And you think you can do it?"
"Absolutely."
The Sarge snorted. "It'll be fun to see you try. You know, I commanded troops for over thirty years. Big tough burly guys in dire circumstance. And I came out on top. But this one..." he gestured to Sam. "This one nearly broke me. You're in for a hell of a ride, son. Good luck."
"Dad!" Sam wailed. "Please!"
"Giving him fair warning is all. Needs to know what he's getting himself into. So where''s the little bottom feeding bastard Zack? Hell I hope."
"He's in holding, Dad." Sam replied. "Until he's sent back to Arizona."
"I'd love to be he one to take him. Toss him out at thirty five thousand feet. So you're the kid that beat the piss out of him?"
Flack nodded.
"Gotta give ya thanks for that. I've been dying to do it for years. You okay, lady bug? You look beat up."
"I'm fine, daddy. I've had worse beatings. I had a doctor look at me and he said I'm okay."
"And what's this about you staying at a friend's house?"
"That would be me!" Carmen exclaimed cheerfully as she breezed into the room. "Detective Carmen Devine. You must be Clint."
"A pleasue." Clint said and kissed her hand. "You're the yung lady my lady bug is moving in with soon."
"That's me. I just thought that with everything that's been going on, Sam would like to have some girl time for a few days. I hope that you can understand."
"I can understand the ladies needing their time."
Thank you, Flack mouthed to Carmen behind Clint's back.
Carmen smiled.
"As long as she comes to visit her old man while he's here." Clint said.
"Of course." Sam assured him.
"Are you ready?" Carmen asked Sam.
"Yeah. All ready. Daddy, I'll call you. We can have lunch tomorrow. I'm sorry. I just need some space."
"Of course lady bug." he said and hugged and kissed her.
Carmen scribbled something in her log book and ripped out the page and handed it to Flack.
MEET US DOWNSTAIRS IN TEN MINS.
"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Devine." Clint said and kissed her hand again.
"You as well." she smiled.
"And you." Clint turned to Flack. "You better take good care of her!"
"Sir, that's all I want to do. I'll do a good job."
"We'll see about that. Where's this Marine Taylor?"
"I'll take you down there." Flack offered, arching an eyebrow at Sam and Carmen as they left.
"Don't be scared, Flack!" Carmen called.
Clint laughed. "Be afraid, kid. Be very afraid."
"I am so sorry." Sam couldn't stop apologizing.
"I thought your father was dead." Flack said as he drove.
"My real dad is. That's my step dad. He married my mom when I was sixteen and raised Adam and I as his own."
"You know, I can stare down the barrel of an AK-47 and talk down a terrorist and not blink an eye." Flack said. "But that? That was fucking scary!"
"He's harmless." Sam assured him.
"People thought Dahmer was harmless too!"
"He's just over protective." Sam reasoned.
"Ya think?"
"I am so sorry. But it was just as painful for me as it was for you."
"Sam! If he finds out you're not at Carmen's and with me, he'll kill me! I won't see thirty one!"
"Don, calm down."
"Calm down? The man looks like he can pull a tractor trailer and you want me to calm down?"
She sighed. "I am so sorry." she repeated. "I told you my family was mental. You handled it well, though."
"You so owe me later." Flack declared.
"What do you have in mind?"
"You like mint chocolate chip ice cream?" he asked.
She moaned loudly. Gripped at the sheets below her with one hand and his short hair with the other as his lips, tongue and fingers worked her into a frenzy. Her back arched off the bed, her hips meeting his mouth. His free hand grabbed a hold of the hand in his hair and held it tightly on the mattress.
"Don..." she moaned even louder as he picked up the force of the thrustng of his fingers and the movements of his tongue. "Fuck!" she cried out. "Oh God... oh God..."
An orgasm so intense ripped through her so hard that she had to grab a pillow and press it against her face to stifle the scream. Her entire body arching off the bed, her toes curling. Her finger nails dug painfully into his hand. It felt like a lifetime before her body finally relaxed back against the wrinkled sheets.
He removed his fingers, let go of her hand and kissed all the way to her neck. Removed the pillow from her face and tossed it aside to kiss her.
She opened her eyes. Found herself staring into his.
"I gotta go." he said. Still wearing his pants, tie and shirt.
She pouted dramatically.
He kissed her. Long and soft. She could taste both herself and mint ice cream on his lips.
"Now we're even." he said.
Enough said. Hoped y'all enjoyed that. BOOM. Done.