A/N: Celticgina's damn fine submission is 'vocal'. Don't kill me, woman. It took an angsty turn. I had no control!

Vocal

"We were stupid to go there in the first place," Grace angrily stripped out of her dress shirt as she and Wayne got ready for bed. "You know Jessie from HR saw us, right? Dammit, Wayne. Do you know what this means?"

Rigsby tossed his t-shirt aside, standing just in his boxers and gesturing angrily. "Grace, what do you want me to say? That I'm sorry for taking you out for dinner where a colleague may or may not have seen us and may or may not have drawn any conclusions? How many coworkers like you and me eat meals together? You think she'll seriously kick up a fuss about us eating out? We're cops! We're partners! We eat occasionally, so Jessie can screw if she wants to read any further into it."

Grace turned angrily as she unhooked her bra, her back to him as the hooks slipped free and she pulled the garment from her body while looking around for her baggy shirt to sleep in. She was so annoyed that she didn't notice how still he went at her partial nudity or how he began to slide towards her.

"Don't be ridiculous, Wayne. You honestly think she's that stupid? That she, like the rest of the building, doesn't know exactly what's going on with us? And now she has some proof? Cops eat takeout in during stakeouts, babe. They don't dress up all pretty and sit on the same bench in a dark Italian place. God, why did we ever—," she gasped as two strong hands gripped her hips from behind and dragged her until she was flush against him. She instantly felt his hard-on pressing tightly against her back and she moaned softly.

"Enough," he growled hotly against her ear. His hands slipped down the curve of her waist before traveling back up and cupping her breasts, weighing them and using them to press her back into his chest.

"Is this all you want?" he freed one hand to push his boxers down his legs. His erection pressed hotly against her back and she mewled softly at its thick presence. He snorted with anger and pushed her forward until her hands braced her against the wall.

"I take you out because I love you, Grace. I want to sit in public and talk to you. Laugh with you. Show you off to absolutely everyone. You're my girlfriend," he whispered as his hands slid down to rid her of her panties. "You're not just some girl I fuck."

Her anger only heightened her arousal and she fisted her hands against the wall, punching it lightly. "Why is this happening to us?" she moaned softly. God, his hands were sliding up and down her thighs, telling her that even though she was indeed his girlfriend, right now she was also a girl he fucked. "Why did you ever start this? Didn't you know it would never work?"

He grunted in annoyance and spun her around, slamming his hands close to either side of her head and leaning down with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Gimme your leg, Grace. Now."

She whimpered and bit her lips, but complied. Her leg climbed slowly until it hooked over his hip and he caught it deftly in his rough palm.

"And where are you in all this, sweetheart?" he asked lividly, pushing her back against the wall and using the leverage to lift her up onto his hips. Her other leg instinctively locked to his other side, her ankles crossing at his back. She didn't answer him, merely strained into him.

"I see," he spat. He thrust up into her and she cried out with pleasure as her body locked possessively onto his. "So it's just me, huh?"

He began to plunge deeply, grasping her thighs tightly and ramming her back into the wall. He forced out all of the sweet, provocative sounds from her lips that normally made him crow with pride and happiness. But now they only served to spur his fury.

Why in Christ's name was it always his fault when things got dicey? He pistoned into her tight little body, her slippery channel clenching him and driving the words from his mouth.

"I loved you. I ached for you. You drove me so fuckin' crazy and you never even looked my way. But who agreed to this, Grace? Who finally took me into her bed and fucked my brains out? Huh? Answer me!" He drove up hard as his voice rose darkly.

She gasped at his force and anger and love and keened loudly. "I didn't make you love me, dammit. Not like you made me love you."

She felt herself cresting as his talented body filled and rocked her exactly how she liked. If it didn't feel so damn good, she'd curse him for making her lose her mind once again in his arms. She pulled him forward and kissed his cheek softly. "You could have stayed quiet," she accused lovingly.

He grunted in her ear and kissed her cheek as well as she fell screaming over the brink. "You could have said 'no'."