DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CSI:NY OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN SAM ROSS.
TINY, LITTLE WARNING FOR SMUT NEAR THE END.
A/N: A MASSIVE CYBER COOKIE TO WHOEVER CAN PICK OUT THE REFERENCE TO SEASON FOUR'S, YOU ONLY DIE ONCE. IT'S A TOUGH ONE, FOLKS. HERE'S A HINT: IT MAY NOT BE INCLUDED IN THE ACTUAL CHAPTER ITSELF.
Moments of extreme
"Young, dumb, don't see a problem
Bloodshot, stare like a hoodlum
Simple as this; I'm in love with the risk
I know what I've done,
But tell me what did I miss?
So please don't save something
Waste not, save nothing
Lose the halo, don't need to resist
A lick of the lips and a grip on your hips
Sick, sick, sick
Don't resist
Sick, sick, sick
Don't resist
First thing we succumb to
Shout, erase, and undo
Days are unreleased, if there's no release
Please just let me do whatever fits you
Make something, make someone
Beg on a knee, baby baby please
Pout your bottom lip
While cracking the whip
You know what we want,
It's candy to cum to
Sick, sick, sick
Don't resist
Sick, sick, sick
Don't resist."
-Sick, Sick, Sick, Queens of the Stone Age
"This is my Pretty Woman moment," Sam announced, as she gave a long, content sigh and settled back against Flack's chest.
The marble tub was spacious -big enough to fit two people, including one over six feet and still leave room to spare- and lined at the bottom with waterproof foam padding that was comfortable enough to sit on for hours. The bath water was blissfully warm and the pressure of the whirlpool jets were wonderfully soothing. The lights were dimmed in favour of a dozen lit candles scattered strategically around the bathing area, including the four gardenia scented pillar ones that flicked on the ledge next to them. The shelf was eye level when sitting in the tub, and along with the candles, they'd sat out an open bottle of champagne, two crystal flutes and a plate of fresh strawberries accompanied by a small china bowl of warm chocolate sauce. The LCD tv mounted on the in the tiles at the foot of the tub was tuned into ESPN. Flack had caved when it came to the bath and romantic ambiance. And felt it was only fair that she let him watch the sports highlights in return.
"Your what?" Flack asked, as he reached for his champagne and took a sip. He was buzzed. He'd consumed a staggering amount of wine at dinner, half a dozen tequila shots that Jess had insisted he do with her when both Sam and Mark declined, and now he was working on his fourth glass of champagne. He was completely relaxed now that the disagreements that had taken place earlier had been put behind them. At the moment, all he cared about was spending quiet time with the woman in his life. And it didn't hurt that that woman was totally naked, stretched out between his legs, her back against his chest and her head resting against his shoulder.
"Pretty Woman," Sam said, as she leaned forward to snag herself a strawberry. Taking a bite, she used her free hand to pluck the glass from his hand and helped herself to a mouthful of his champagne. "You know, the movie with Julia Roberts and Richard Gere?"
"Yeah…I know it…one of my sister's favourites…drove the whole family nuts watching it over and over again when it came out on VHS."
"Well he ordered strawberries and champagne from room service the night he picked her up," Sam explained. "Then later in the movie, he took a bubble bath with her. And he was like you. An aversion to baths."
"Baths are too…girlie…that's why."
She rolled her eyes.
"Guys prefer showers, okay? We prefer to get in and get out. You prefer to stay in a tub full of floral scented water for hours on end. And if you've got the candles and your Ipod and a book? Chances are I'm not seeing you or using the bathroom for a long time. Good thing we've got one a half baths. Avoids me having to either piss in a bucket or walk a block to Starbucks to use their john."
"I am not that bad…but yeah…this is definitely my Pretty Woman moment. Romantic bath with a hot man. Except for the fact that I'm not a millionaire and you're not a hooker."
Flack laughed at that. "I think you meant that I'm not a millionaire and you're not a hooker," he corrected.
She frowned and directed an elbow at his stomach.
"I'm just saying," he chuckled, and nuzzled her ear and pecked her cheek. "You have had way too much to drink. Especially with the pills you're taking. So…" he gently extracted his champagne flute from her hand. "…maybe it's time to cut you off."
"I haven't had that much," Sam protested. "A few glasses of wine and a glass and a half of champagne is not a huge amount."
"Never said it was. I just think that it's best to keep your alcohol to a minimum seeing as you're on meds. That's all I'm saying. I'm just worried about you. Don't get your undies in a twist. Well…" he laughed against the side of her neck as his hand slowly glided up the inside of her thigh, his fingertips just brushing against the dark patch of hair between her legs. "…I guess they have to be imaginary panties."
She giggled and reaching under the water, entwined her fingers with his and moved their hands to rest on his thigh. "I know you're worried about me baby," she said. "And you're right. I shouldn't drink anymore."
Flack gave a startled, dramatic gasp.
"What?" she asked, tilting her head back to look at him.
"I would have sworn I just heard you admit that I was right about something. Did I hear that right or…"
"You heard it right," she said. "Smart ass."
"Well do you mind saying it again? Loud enough for the entire world to hear? 'Cause I want this moment to go down in the record books. You admitting I'm right? That will probably never, ever happen again."
"Not in this century," she muttered. "Did you really have to go and ruin my Pretty Woman moment? You couldn't just keep your ego under control for about an hour? Just long enough for me to enjoy this?"
"I'm just teasing you Sammie. You know that. Besides," he pushed a piece of hair off of her shoulder and placed soft kisses along the side of her neck. "We both know I'm right a lot. You just have a hard time admitting it."
She snorted and popped the remains of her strawberry into her mouth. "I'll only start admitting it when you start admitting to all the times when I'm right."
He downed the remains of his champagne and sat the empty glass on the ledge. "Never gonna happen," he declared.
"Well then both of us will remain in a lovely state of denial for the rest of our lives together," she concluded. "Oh look…isn't that just the most awful thing in the world…" she lifted a leg from the water and pointed her toes in the direction of the television. "The Rangers had their asses kicked six to one. Against San Jose. The worst team in the league. In Madison Square Gardens! And look at that!" she gave an excited yelp. "The Devils won three nothing against the Islanders!"
Flack grimaced and shook his head in disgust. "Sammie…" he said with an exasperated sigh. "There's some things we're going to have to deal with before we get married."
"And what things are those?" she asked.
"You and this whole love for the New Jersey Devils. It just…it just can't be possible. Not if you're with a die hard Rangers fan. I mean, you're from Brooklyn. You shouldn't even like a team from New Jersey I can tolerate it right now, but once we get married…I'm sorry but you're going to have to give up the black and red for the red, white and blue, babe."
"I am not converting for anyone," she informed him, and sitting up, leaned forward to grab another strawberry. "I will never, ever be a Rangers fan. Not even for you. So if our whole compatibility as husband and wife is going to be based on what hockey teams we love, then maybe living common law is the best thing for us."
"No…us being husband and wife and you switching teams is what's best for us. You know, to keep the peace. Don't you want to keep the peace? Or are we going to live our whole married life having these crazy ass fights so that we can have even crazier make up sex?" he teased.
"You are so obnoxious," Sam declared, then squealed, her body bucking against his as he pinched one of her nipples. "Hey! That could be classified as abuse!"
"Yeah? And how far do you think you're going to get with that complain when I know how much you enjoy the rough stuff?" he teased, sucking and nipping gently at the tender skin on the side of her neck. "I'm going to leave all these little marks all over you to go with those bruises you have between your thighs from me f.."
She popped the rest of the strawberry into his mouth. "I don't need a play by play of this afternoon's events. It's embedded in my memory. And in some parts of my body."
He laughed and pressed a kiss to her ear. Adjusting his position in the tub, he leaned back and wrapped both arms around her and drew her back against him. "So this is your Pretty Woman moment, huh?" he asked, closing his eyes as he rested the back of his head against the tiles.
Sam nodded.
"Well then I guess it's set to become mine, too. 'Cause didn't she give him a blow job?"
"Not in the bathtub."
"I know that. But sometime afterwards. He was sitting in a chair and she knelt down in front of him and started undoing his pants. Then her head went below the camera and…"
"You're imagining things," Sam declared.
"No. I definitely remember that part of the movie. 'Cause the first time Mel and I watched it at home, my mom was in the room being nosy and right when Julia got down and dirty, Mel asked me what the character was doing."
Sam giggled. "What was the wicked witch of Flushing, Queens' reaction to that?"
"Well first she threatened to tan my ass if I dared to answer that question. Then she told Mel that it was something that self respecting, proper ladies never, ever do. Regardless of how much their husbands beg them to."
"Well I never did want to be proper or have self respect anyway," Sam said with a shrug. "And I'm sorry, but I refuse to believe that your mother never indulged your father."
"Whether she has or hasn't is something I prefer not to think about," Flack grimaced. "Especially when I want to keep my dinner inside of my stomach. But like I was saying. In the scene, her head clearly goes out of the view of the camera and then Richard Gere gets that look on his face that us guys get when someone is going down on us."
Sam roared with laughter. "Men have a look for that moment? Are you kidding me? There's a look that you guys have patented for such an occasion? Is it a 'I'm the luckiest sonofabitch in the world and I wish she'd do this more often' look or is it a 'she's okay at it, but I wish she'd practice more?' kind of look?"
Flack considered his options. "Well in your case it's definitely the former. Although…"
"Although?" she tilted her head back to look at him, a frown on her face. "How can there be an although?"
"I was just going to say that while you've become an expert at it thanks to me being such a patient teacher and willing guinea pig…"
She rolled her eyes.
"…and it wouldn't hurt if you did it a little more often."
"Okay…first off…I do it enough. You should be on your knees bowing before me for the amount of times in one week alone that I do it. 'Cause trust me, Don, you're goddamn lucky and if you were to tell your buddies how much I do oblige you, they'd faint from the shock. Because they are not getting that even as a quarter as much as you are. And second? What is it with this thinking that the world would be a much better place if there were more blow jobs?"
"Because it would be. Think about it. Think about how completely relaxed I am afterwards. I'm practically comatose. It doesn't matter how crappy my day was or how pissed off I was when I walked in the door. When you're finished, I am putty in your hands. Right?"
She nodded.
"Well if all the wives and the girlfriends and lover of world leaders gave their men head more often, they would turn into massive pacifists. They'd be all calm and relaxed. No cares in the world. So what does that tell you? Want world peace, babe? Start a worldwide movement encouraging the twice daily practice of giving blowjobs."
"Twice a day?" she arched her eyebrows. "You honestly can't be serious."
"I am. It's a small price to pay for calm in the middle east don't you think?"
"I think that your logic is all sorts of twisted," she said. "But your mind, for the most part, is so fantastically dirty. And trust me, I am very grateful that I get to benefit from it."
He grinned and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "So how about my Pretty Woman moment?" he asked hopefully.
"Sorry…I'm not into role playing."
"Come on, Sammie. The way you were doing it earlier? First time I've ever seen you that into it. So I figured, seeing as you like doing it so much…"
"Wait a second. I don't do it 'cause I like it," she informed him. "I do it 'cause you like it when I do it. And I've already contributed to world peace once today."
"How come you get a Pretty Woman moment and I don't?" he asked, as he reached up for a strawberry. "That doesn't seem quite fair," he complained, then took a bite out of the small fruit.
"Because Pretty Woman is a chick flick and I'm a chick," Sam reasoned. "Did I not let you watch Ranger's highlights in the tub? Here we are, completely naked together and you're being allowed to watch ESPN when we could be indulging in some kinkiness. So if you ask me, that makes up for no oral for you."
"Kinkiness, huh?" Flack held the remaining half of the strawberry up to her mouth, tantalizingly skimming it along her lips. "Kinkiness always trumps the hockey highlights. You know that."
"Are you honestly admitting that I come before your beloved Rangers?" she asked.
"Baby, you come before everything," he replied, and kissed and nuzzled the side of her neck. "Well…" he pressed his lips to her shoulder before resting his chin on it. "That is unless the Rangers are actually playing."
"You started out so well," she laughed, attempting to capture the strawberry with her mouth, only to be frustrated when he pulled his hand back and held it out of reach. "You had me all buttered up with your sweet talking and then you go and say something like that."
"Oh well…" he said with a chuckle, as he teased her lips once again with the berry as his free hand slowly roamed her thigh. "No big deal, right? Considering we both know it's the dirty talk you like best."
She simply smiled, and wrapping her fingers around his wrist, held his hand still as she drew the strawberry between her lips and into her mouth. She chewed slowly, savouring the sweet flavour before swallowing, and then taking his fingers one by one into her mouth, licked and suck each one clean.
"Okay…is this the start of the kinkiness?" Flack asked hopefully, desire evident in his voice.
"Actually…I need to talk to you about something first. Here…" pushing herself into a sitting position, Sam carefully got onto her knees. Grabbing the bottle of champagne, she filled his glass. "You're going to need this," she said, as she set the bottle down on the ledge ad held out the flute.
"Christ…" he muttered, accepting the drink from her before taking her by the upper arm with his free hand and helping her back down into a sitting position between his legs. Facing him this time. "Can't be good if you're plying me with alcohol," he said. "What are you going to do? Dump me while we're naked in a whirlpool tub in Las Vegas?"
She frowned and snatched the champagne back. "Obviously you don't need this," she told him. "You're already stoned drunk if you're making a stupid ass comment like that."
"Okay…so we ruled out the 'we need to talk', which is code language for 'I don't want to see you anymore'," he concluded, taking the flute back and sipping the expensive champagne. "So you're either pregnant or this is work related."
"A big fucking no on the first. You think I'd be drinking if I was having a baby? Don't be a tool. And it's a somewhat on the work thing."
"Somewhat?"
"It's about Adam calling you so much and how I know what it's about," Sam said.
"Okay…"
"I know that Zack has been stopping by the lab looking for me. Wanting to talk to me. And I know that both you and Adam thought that you were protecting me by not telling me about it. And believe me Donnie, I love you both for that. I know you're both just worried about me. So I'm not pissed that you never said anything to me. But…"
"Always a but," he sighed, and swigged his champagne.
"But you're both taking Zacks's intentions out of context. He's not coming around because…"
"Out of context?" Flack's eyes were cold as they burrowed into her. "Out of fucking context?"
"You're assuming the worst and…"
"I'm assuming the worst?" he fought to control his temper. "I'm assuming the worst when your psychopathic ex-boyfriend, who used to beat you into oblivion and who came to New York City with the sole intention of getting you back, shows up at my desk threatening me and spewing all kinds of bullshit? He showed up at your apartment and hurt you, Sam. He thinks he can scare you and intimate you. And you have the nerve to tell me I'm thinking the worst?"
"Donnie, please just calm down and listen to me…"
"I hired a CI of mine to teach that fucker a lesson! A lesson I could have easily taught him myself but didn't 'cause you didn't want me involved like that! A lesson he obviously didn't learn!"
"Please don't yell at me," she pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. "Please…I just…please don't yell. Don't be mad at me."
"I am not…" he sighed heavily and struggled to compose himself. "I am not mad at you," he assured her, his voice quiet and less harsh. "I'm sorry. I just see red when you mention that guy."
"I know. And you have every right to. But I need you to listen to me, Don. Can you do that?"
He nodded.
"Zack isn't going to the lab because he wants me to take him back. He's going there because he wants to talk to me. Because he wants to make amends. Because he's met someone and he feels that it's a permanent thing. And he wants to put our past behind him so he can move on with a clear conscience."
"Are you kidding me?" Flack laughed at that. "A clear conscience? He can actually have a clear conscience after the hell he put you through? He wants to make amends? Well how fucking big of him. He's just a a regular martyr, isn't he. You can not honestly tell me you're going to fall for that shit!"
"I think he has a point," Sam admitted.
Flack snorted and shook his head in disbelief. "How gracious of him to move on with his life. Too bad that whoever the girl is, she's going to end up in the same situation you did. Once an abuser, always an abuser. You know that."
"I don't need the cop side of you right now, Don!" she exclaimed. "I'm not talking to you as a colleauge. I am talking to you as my boyfriend. As the man I want to spend the rest of my life with! That is what I need, okay?"
"Fine…" he relented, and gulped down his champagne. "How do you know all of this anyway? How'd you know that…"
"Zack left a message on my cell phone two days ago," she said.
His eyes widened. "And you didn't tell me this because…"
""Because it was a friendly, non threatening message. If it hadn't have been, I would have told you right away. He just wants us to sit down and talk and put things behind us. So he can get on with his life."
"And what? He needs your permission to do that? He wants your blessing? Give me a break, Sam. Call him back and tell him to go fuck himself. Then ask who the poor bitch is that he's with so you can send her a sympathy card."
"It's Kendall," Sam blurted out.
Flack stared at her.
"I don't know exactly how they met or when," she continued. "I just know that they're together. And that according to Zack, he's crazy about her and she's completely unlike anyone he's ever known and she's transformed him completely. She makes him want to be a better man."
"He's full of fucking shit," Flack said angrily. "He's purposefully hooked up with someone you know so he can get close to you. So he can weasel his way back into your life. He's not into Kendall. He's into making your life a living hell."
"You don't know that," Sam gently argued.
"I do know that!" he snapped. "I know tons of guys just like him! I've sat across an interrogation table froim guys like him dozens of times. He's a pathological liar. He's insane, he's manipulative, he's dangerous. And he will suck you right in all over again. He will twist you and turn you until you don't know if you're coming or going. And then you'll…"
"And then I'll what?" she asked. "Then I'll go back to him? I'll fall under his spell and he'll turn me against you? Are you for real, Don? Are you listening to yourself? After everything we've talked about tonight. After we talked about us and marriage and forever. Do you honestly think that will happen? That Zack has that kind of power over me?"
"He did," Flack told her. "At one time he did."
"At one time! Exactly! And I got away from him and I moved on with my life! I moved on with you, Don. And you've taught me that it's okay to be scared and weak and to sometimes have to rely on somebody. That it's okay to lean on you when I need to. Or ask for your help if I need it. And most of all you've taught me how to trust somebody wholly and completely. And you've made me feel safe and secure and I haven't felt like that in a long time. I don't think I've ever felt like that. I've always been this frightened, insecure little girl hiding behind this bad ass, bitchy exterior. And you saw through it and you accepted me. As is."
"I love you, Sammie. Regardless of whatever issues and baggage you bring to the table. And I know that I've said time and time again that I'd have your back no matter what, but I can't have your back in this. I think…no I know…that Zack is playing you so that he can worm his way back into your good graces. So that you'll let your guard down and start feeling comfortable around him again. And then he'll just wait until you're vulnerable and he'll…"
"He'll what? What will he do, Don? What can he possibly to do me? I'm surrounded by cops! Even on my day off I'm surrounded by badges. If I'm not with you I'm with Danny and Lindsay. If I'm not with them I'm with Jess. If I'm not with her I'm with Stella or Hawkes. And Adam, he's…."
"Adam is not a cop," Flack corrected her. "He's a lab rat. What can he possibly do?"
"Adam is my brother. And as my brother you'll not talk about him like that and you'll respect him," she informed him angrily. "I trust him with my life. When everyone else abandoned us., Adam and I always had each other. He's been with me through thick and thin and I would do anything for him. Anything. And you won't talk about him like that. Understand me?"
Flack blinked, taken back by her harsh tone and the vehemence in her eyes. And for once, he found himself speechless.
"Adam deserves better than that. He's an amazingly talented, fantastically intelligent, kind hearted and loving person. I will defend him to anyone. Even you. The same way I've defended you to him over and over again in the past five months. Do you honestly think he likes us being together? That he's okay with the fact his sister is dating someone he works with?"
Flack shook his head.
"He hates it. He hates the entire idea. But you know what? He sucks it up and plays nice with you and tries to be buddy, buddy with you. Out of respect and love for me. And it's out of respect and love for me that you should treat my brother the exact same way.
"Sammie, I was upset, okay? I was upset that you'd kept this whole Zack contacting you thing secret from me. You can't keep something like that back and not expect me to stay calm about it. Especially after the lengths we went to to stop Zack before he could do anything to you. Do you think that I did all of that, took you to Terrence Davis just for shits and giggles? We hired someone to put a beat down on your ex. A convicted felon working for me. That's some serious shit, Sammie. So excuse me for getting a little ticked 'cause you're making light of it."
"It doesn't give you the right to bad mouth my brother just 'cause you're ticked," she responded, and turning sideways and laying her palms on the ledge of the tub, pushed herself up onto her knees and reached for the towel that lay in a heap on the floor.
"I wasn't…" Flack sighed heavily, then bit his lip contemplatively. Getting angry with her and saying nasty things would only stoke the proverbial fire.
The harder and longer and louder he fought with her, the meaner and more irrational she'd become. The argument would spiral quickly out of control and last forever. And after all of the yelling and hurtful, spiteful words that couldn't be recaptured once they left their mouths were said, someone would storm out in an attempt to cool down. That just wasn't the logical, mature way to handle things. And at that moment, being logical and mature was entirely up to him.
"Look babe," he reached out and capturing her by the forearm, gently forced her to sit back down. "I'm sorry I said that about Adam. It just slipped out, okay? It was a stupid ass thing to say and unfortunately, when I'm pissed, I say a lot of stupid ass shit. But your brother…I know how much he means to you. And how much you mean to him. And I do like him and I do respect him. Mostly 'cause of how he is with you. Because he adores you and would walk to the ends of the earth for you. And 'cause I know he has your best interests at heart. He just wants you to be happy."
"And I am happy and he accepts that. He doesn't have to like it but he accepts it."
"I know…but me and your brother…we're polar opposites, Sammie. And we're trying. We're both trying. Because we both love you and we both know that is being buddies is what you want. He's your brother and a huge part of your life. And because of that there isn't anything I wouldn't do for that guy."
She managed a smile.
"But when it comes to Zack? You can argue with me until you're blue in the face. Nothing is going to change my mind about that sonofabitch and nothing is going to make me happy with the idea of you sitting down with him and having a heart to heart. He's crazy and he's dangerous and I don't trust him. You always tell how much you trust my instincts on the job. Well trust them with this, babe. Zack is playing you. He's full of shit. He's feeding you and most likely Kendall, a total bunch of crap. He's probably got her thinking that he's wildly and crazily in love with her. That he's her knight in shining armour. And you know what's going to happen? He's going to use her to get to you. And she won't even know it until it's too late."
"You don't know that," Sam insisted. "This time it could be the real deal. He could be…"
"Could be what? Telling the truth? Zack doesn't know what telling the truth is. And you're smarter than this, Sammie. You're a fiercely intelligent woman. So don't let someone like him make you look completely stupid. You got out. You escaped. Don't let him suck you right back in. You owe him nothing. And by agreeing to sitting down and talking to him, you're making it look like he did nothing wrong. Like you're the one that has something to feel guilty about. Think about all those women you've seen in your career that couldn't get out of relationships like that. Or who got out only to be dragged back in again. I don't want you to end up like that, Samantha."
"Neither do I," she admitted in a small voice.
"Then trust me about this, babe. He's handing you a line of shit. He's going to try to manipulate you all over again. Don't give him that kind of power. If you want to talk to him that badly, don't do it alone. I'll go with you. And if you don't feel comfortable with me there, take Danny. Take your brother. Take Jess. But don't go and see him alone. Okay?"
She nodded. Then shivered. "The water's freezing," she complained, anxious to change the subject. "Think we could take our nakedness to another room? Have our own moment instead of something from some stupid movie?"
"That depends," he said, and reaching out, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him.
"On what?" she asked, her breasts flattened against his chest and her legs fitting between his as she curled her arms around his neck.
"On whether you still want to have a moment considering I'm being such a tool," he replied.
"Well tool is a little harsh," Sam said, as she played with the chain around his neck. "Now I was thinking more along the lines of bossy," she pressed her lips to his forehead. "Demanding," she pecked his left cheek. "Arrogant," she kissed his right cheek. "Pig headed…" she placed her lips against his chin. "Those were more the words that I was thinking of."
He grinned, and as one hand slid from her hip to the small of her back and down onto her ass, the other travelled up to the back of her head, quickly and easily disposing her of the elastic holding her hair up in its high ponytail. Her tresses tumbled freely down her back and over her shoulders and felt luxurious against his skin. Burying his fingers in her hair, he pulled her into him roughly, his lips capturing hers in an aggressive, demanding kiss.
There was no hesitation on her part. She kissed him eagerly in return, allowing his tongue access to her mouth, her body shuddering against his as his hand gently glided over her ass, then giving a moan as his fingers slipped between her smooth, firm cheeks and one fingertip grazed against the sensitve, tight opening.
"Don't…" she protested at the thought of intrusion. Breaking the kiss, she pulled away from him, a fearful look in her eyes. "I don't…you promised me you'd never do that….put something….there."
"I wasn't going to baby. I was just…"
"Just please don't," she pleaded.
He gave her a reassuring smile, then moved his hand back to her hip. "I'm sorry…better?"
She nodded, and sliding her body further up his, entangled her fingers in his short hair and yanked his head towards her for another kiss. She was aggressive and needy. The hold on his hair was nearly painful as her tongue pushed impatiently into his mouth. She was sure of what she wanted and knew exactly how to get it. And to Flack, that confidence and take control attitude was a massive turn on. Without breaking the kiss, she shifted her position in the tub, maneuvering herself until she was straddling his thighs. Their tongues mated frantically as his hand roamed her body. Slowly and teasingly travelling along the entire length of he spine and up to the base of her neck and back down again. Gliding softly over her hip and across his side and over her stomach. He felt her shiver as his fingers drifted over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
She arched against him in anticipation as a finger slipped in between her folds and grazed against her clit. Then whimpered in disappointment as his hand retreated and instead slipped up her torso to lightly cup her left breast. She moaned, pulling out of the kiss as his thumb brushed across her nipple. It was painfully erect and begging for attention as he rolled it lightly between his thumb and forefinger. Her fingers were applying pressure to his head, directing him downward. As he blazed a trail of kisses over her shoulder and along her collarbone and then down over the top of her breast, his eyes remained riveted on her face, enjoying watching her reaction to his ministrations. Her eyes were tightly closed as she bit her lip in anticipation. Goosebumps pricked her pale, smooth flesh. While the water was barely luke warm and a definite chill hung over the bathroom, their body heat was indescribable.
Holding her breast in his hand, he circled the nipple with the tip of his tongue. Once. Twice. Three times. Spurred on by her ragged breathing and the feel of her body quivering against him. She was on a hair trigger and it wouldn't take much to bring her to completion. And he briefly wondered, as his tongue and lips and teeth continued to lavish attention on her entire breast but stopping shy of taking the nipple into his mouth and option to retreat the moment he got too close, if it was the alcohol she'd consumed that was responsible for her body's response or it was a genuine reaction to him.
He hoped it was the latter.
As he continued to work on her breast, he combed his fingers through her hair while his free hand slipped up her thigh and disappeared between her legs. She gave a long, drawn out sigh and her head fell back as he rubbed her aching clitoris in a firm, rapid circle before pushing two fingers inside of her. She was warm and tight, and still sensitive from their earlier love making and their moment in the elevator. She whimpered from the slight pain that coursed through her, and grabbed his hand and held it in place when he attempted to remove his fingers in favour of finding another way to get her off.
"I'm fine," she assured him, pressing kisses along his jaw. "I'm fine…don't stop…please don't stop…"
"I don't want to hurt you and if you're…"
"I'm okay…" she insisted, then bore down on his fingers at the same time she scraped her teeth along his jugular vein. "I said I was okay…I don't want you to stop…you don't want to stop…do you?"
He shook his head, and applied pressure to her clit once again as he commenced moving his fingers in and out of her. Slow and gentle at first, then harder and faster. Deeper. She groaned loudly and bit down on his ear lobe before her forehead dropped to his shoulder and her nails dug into his scalp. The water splashed around them, the sounds of their ragged breathing filled the bathroom. She removed on hand from his hair and dragged her nails down his chest before it disappeared beneath the water and found his cock. Her hand closed tightly around it, working him with painfully slow strokes as he fingered her at the same pace.
"Feel good, baby?" he whispered against her ear. "Tell me how good it feels."
"So good…." she managed, her voice quaking. "So good…"
"You like it when I do this to you?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Tell me exactly what you like Sammie. Tell me what you need me to do to get you off. I wanna hear you tell me what you want me to do. Tell me what you need."
"I need…" she moaned loudly as one of his fingers brushed against her g-spot. "I need you to…."
"Need me to what?" he asked patiently, gritting his teeth in an effort to hold back his own need and his own desire. Her hand working him so easily and quickly towards completion. There was no way in hell that he was going to let that happen. That he was going to let himself get off before he had a chance to do it for her first. Squeezing his eyes shut, he struggled to calm himself. To mentally talk himself down.
"Tell me what you need," he repeated, fighting vainly to control his breathing. "This is about you right now. Tell me what you need me to do."
"I…I can't…I can't tell you…you already know…"
"I want to hear you say it," Flack told her. "I want to hear the words come out of your mouth. Do you need it like this?" he slowed the pace of his fingers.
She whimpered and shook her head.
"Or do you need it like this?" he asked, and removing them completely, adding a third finger to the mix before pushing roughly into her.
She cried out against his shoulder.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" he teased, using his free hand to push her hair off of her shoulder, his lips feasting on the side of her neck. "Maybe I like hearing you tell me what you like. Maybe it turns me on to hear you talk like that. Maybe it turns you on to hear yourself talk like that. No reason to be so shy, babe. There's nothing you can so or do that would surprise me."
"Oh God…" she breathed, her eyes closed, her forehead pressed against his shoulder. "Oh God…"
"Just let it happen…" he encouraged, stroking her hair softly as continued to gasp and shudder against him. "Don't hold it back…just let it happen…"
"I need…I want you….inside of me…not like this…just not like this…"
"It's going to have to be like this. We don't have any protection and even if we did, we couldn't…"
She shook her head vigorously. "I don't care…inside of me…please…not like this…"
"Sammie…we gotta get out of here then. Because we…"
"It doesn't matter anymore," she said. "I'm yours and your mine and if it happens it happens. If I get…does it matter now? After everything we've talked about, does it really matter anymore? If it does happen? Will it be such a horrible thing?"
"But we agreed that…"
"We would keep it, right? Either way?"
"Of course we would. But you…"
She kissed him to silence him. "Just this one time…" she assured him, as she kissed and licked and nibbled at his ear. "Just this once and then we'll go back to what we were doing before. Just this one time."
The rational side of Flack's brain told him that this was not a good idea. She wasn't in her right frame of mind and if she had have been, she would have been the one insisting they haul ass on out of there so they could use protection. The rational side always told him that she'd regret this in the morning. She'd realize what they'd done and be horrified with herself. And that he'd be horrified for every agreeing to it in the first place.
Then there was a small, irrational side that told him that while they weren't in the best place in their lives at the moment, a baby was not a horrific thing. It was a human life that they would have created together. Two people that loved each other wholly and completely despite the sometimes unhealthy, dysfunctional nature of their relationship. Two people that would walk through hell for each other. And who would love their child with every ounce of being inside of them.
He groaned loudly as her hand continued working it's magic. Truth be told, that wasn't the way he wanted to go out, either. He would have much rather preferred the sensation of being inside of her, of feeling her come around him then having to rely on mutual masturbation to get each other off.
Fuck it, he thought. Fuck the rational side.
"Move your hand…" he instructed. "If this is what you really want…"
She nodded.
"Move your hand," he repeated.
She obliged, then winced at the feel of his fingers biting into her hips as he switched her position.
"All you got to do is put your legs around my waist, okay? That's all I need you to do, babe. Alright?"
She nodded again, and shivered as she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her opening. Circling his waist with her legs, she gave a long, loud moan as he pushed inside of her with one strong, quick thrust. His eyes closed, his fingers dug into her soft flesh at the sensation that coursed through his body. She was hot and tight and welcoming, and her hips moved in time with his. They wasted no time. No slow, tender movements. All urgent, needy and brisk thrusts that brought them closer and closer to the edge with each passing second. There were no whispered words of love or encouragment. They both kept their eyes closed. Her head was tilted back, exposing her slender neck and he suckled at the hallow of her throat.
"I'm not going to last long," he warned her, as he trailed kisses along her collarbone.
She didn't respond. At least not verbally. She instead grabbed a hold of one of his hand and moved it between them. He rubbed her clit vigorously, matching the movements of his hips as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside of her. She laid her hand over his, encouraging faster and harder stimulation. He bent his head to suck at one of her nipples, and when he drew it into his mouth and suckled at it firmly, she lost complete control. Crying out his name as her orgasm thundered through her. The power of it reducing her to a whimpering, panting heap as she collapsed onto him. Her hips buck as she rode out the last waves of ecstasy, the contractions of her inner muscles conspiring against him and causing him to tumble over the edge himself. He moaned loudly, saying her name against her shoulder as he came deep inside of her.
For several long minutes neither of them moved. Their bodies continued to shudder against each other. Their hearts pounded into their chests. Sweat, despite the chill in the room, beaded on the foreheads and trickled down their backs.
Eventually Sam pulled away first, her legs releasing the grip on his waist. She raised her head from his shoulder and she smiled dreamily at him.
"You okay?" Flack asked.
She nodded, and taking his face in her hands, kissed him lovingly. "Are you?" she inquired.
"Would I have this goofy ass grin on my face if I wasn't?" he chuckled.
She laughed as well, and gave him a longer kiss.
"We definitely need to get out of this tub now," he commented. "I wouldn't exactly say this is the most hygienic water now…"
"Ewww…" she giggled, and slowly climbed off of him. "Swimmers in the bathwater," she grimaced, as she pushed herself across the tub. "Pleasant."
He grinned, and turning sideways, leaned over the tub and grabbing a towel, tossed it in her direction. "Let's get you to bed," he said.
"Hmmm…this could very well be my Top Gun moment," she mused.
He arched an eyebrow. "Do you have movie moments for everything?"
"It was my favourite part of the movie," she told him, as he stood up and climbed out of the tub. Licking her lip as she eyed him approvingly as he reached for a towel and wrapped it around his waist.
"And what part was that?" Flack asked, as he reached for her hand and helped her to her feet. Taking the towel from her, he draped it around her shoulders and began to gently dry her off.
"The part where Kelly McGillis says, 'Maverick, you big stud. Take me to bed or lose me forever'. Did you see that movie? You must have seen Top Gun."
"One of my favourites. Made me want to be a fighter pilot when I grew up. You remember what his response was to that?"
She nodded, then found herself pulled into his arms and engulfed in a passionate kiss. "Yeah…" she sighed happily, after the kiss had ended. "That was pretty much his reaction."
"They didn't include a kinky part," Flack said "But you just know they got down and dirty back at her place. It was inevitable."
"Let me guess, on top of being a fighter pilot, you also had wet dreams imaging what he did do to her afterwards," Sam teased.
He just grinned in response. "Wanna have your Top Gun moment, Sammie?"
She nodded energetically.
"Go on and say it. I know you're dying to. And honestly, I'm dying to hear it."
Giving a devilish smile, she reached out to run a finger tip along his stomach. "Detective Flack, you big stud…" she drawled, as she played with the towel. "Take me to bed or lose me forever."
He smirked, then elicited a hysterical giggle from her as he scooped her up effortlessly and carried her from the bathroom.
"You don't have to tell me twice," he said.
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