Eliza flitted across her apartment cleaning what she could as fast as she could. Putting the contents of the sink haphazardly into the dishwasher, wiping down the island and counter as quick as possible. As she she shoved the last of her dirty clothes under the bed she heard a knock on her door.
She inhaled deeply, heart racing in a nervous anxiety. She checked herself in the mirror and adjusted her hair. She was flushed, and excited, and scared all at once. She really liked him, but she didn't trust him. She didn't trust anyone. Trust is where things get painful. She walked to the door, and reached for the doorknob. Stopping to look at a photo that hung on her wall with the rest of her family, maybe this should go? She hesitated reaching for it. No, if it freaks him out he can just leave. Plain and simple.
"Eliza?" The knock was lighter this time, hesitant.
She pulled the door open, gesturing him to come in. He smiled slyly, and entered taking in the surroundings. He expected something a bit more plain and cop-like, bland of something. But her apartment looked more like it was clipped from a magazine.
She looked uneazy, she felt uneazy. First they nearly got it on at the precinct, now he was standing in her living room taking everything in.
"Want something to drink? Water, wine, juice, whiskey..." She trailed off. It had been ages since she'd had a man back at her apartment. And it had never been a coworker. She decided that was it, she had finally gone off her rocker.
"Whiskey is fine." He was consumed with the thought of making love to her on every conceivable surface. The kitchen counters, the couch, the floor, the dinning table. The table under the pictures, her back pressed against them, knocking them off the wall. He could already hear her moaning when he noticed someone familiar in one of the older photos.
"So why do you have a picture of Fuller?" He didn't have to ask he already made the connection. It was a wedding day photo. He was younger and actually looked happy. And the women he was with looked a lot like Eliza.
She appeared at his side, two glasses with whiskey and ice, handing one to him. Taking a sip of her own before answering.
"He's my step father, that's him and my mother when they got married, I was about 14. He's the reason I became a cop. But I would appreciate if you would keep that between us. Neither I or Fuller want anyone to know that we're related, even if it's just marriage. You're not going to freak are you?"
Brian simply nodded his head, lifting the glass to his lips and savoring the harsh taste and delicious burn before looking at Liz. She was looking at him with uncertainty, he placed his glass down and gently tugged hers out of her hand, placing it next to his.
"I don't care if you're related to Fuller. All I want is you. Naked. Right now." He pulled her by the waist to him, pushing his body into hers as he leaned her against the table and kissed her. Not hard like at the precinct but tender and slow. Savoring the taste of her. And searching her mouth with his tounge, all whiskey and heat. He tugged her shirt over her head, not wanting to go slow after what had happened earlier. He wanted her now. And she just helped, lifting her arms to allow him to tug the shirt off. He kissed her again as she undid her own pants, pulling them and her panties down in one swift motion, pushing him back to step out of them and kick them aside.
He lifted her onto the table, feeling his member harden as her hands slid over the fabric pulling at his belt and undoing his pants. He pulled his jacket off, dropping in the pile with her clothes, and pulled his shirt over his head in one swift motion. Her hands slid over his chest, and abs before pulling at his pants and underwear, her nails lightly grazing over the skin of his hips. He was fully erect now and anxious to feel her warmth envelop him as he entered her. He roughly grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to the edge, tangling his hands in her red hair and kissing her more urgently. She placed on hand on his hard member and tugged him closer to her slick opening.
His kisses set fire to her body, and she ached to feel more of him. To feel his flesh grow damp against hers. To feel him inside her. He untangled one hand and removed her hand from his member. He kissed her deeply before pulling her face away from his, the lust in his eyes burning into hers, as he slowly slid his member over her opening, up to her hardened nub, and back down. Making her squirm with delight at the sensation.
"Please Brian, stop teasing." Her eyes begged, and he gave in. He pushed swiftly into her, watching her close her eyes and her mouth drop open as a small cry escaped her lips. He pulled her back to him and kissed her, grabbing her hips from both sides and controlling how much movement she was allowed as her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist, begging for him to go deeper.
He pushed into her faster and harder and deeper. Edged on by the soft cried of pleasure that slipped from her mouth and into his, or against his neck as she pulled him closer, her nails digging into the flesh on his back. She slid on hand around her waist, pulling her as close as possible as his pace quickened and their bodies gathered a light layer of moisture.
"Oh Christ, Brian!" She cried out as he felt her tighten around his member, her body bucking against his. Her nails dug deeper into his flesh as his climax hit him strong and hard, holding her body tight against his. His forehead resting in the curve of her neck. Both panting from their exertions.
He pulled away from her, kissing her wherever his lips could touch as she leaned back against the framed photos. He hair was sticking to her forehead in spots, and he felt a slight sting in his shoulder blades from where her nails had dug in. He sat on the arm of the couch, scooping up his shirt and wiping at his face with it. Placing it in this lap as he studied her beauty. A slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she looked at him and brushed her damp bangs from her face. She whipped her hand across her face and slid off the edge of the table, picking up her shirt and pulling it back over her head.
She sighed looking at Brian," Wow... I mean...that was...Jesus, I can't believe I just did that. I can't believe we just did." Her smile was undeniable as she looked him over. Her eyes roaming over his partly covered form. If only he hadn't picked up that shirt.