The Couch
Everyone had gone home; everyone but them. The case had been a hard one and it had been days. And that had made him hard.
She'd done it on purpose, sauntering into his office in a seductive manner that she knew he couldn't resist. However, her calculations had been a little off. She'd thought they'd at least make it to her apartment. Instead, he'd pulled her down on his office couch where she was now trapped.
He loved the feel of her under him. But that wasn't surprising. He loved the feel of her over him too. Also, anywhere else near him she wanted to be. It was quickly becoming clear to him that he simply loved her.
She didn't mind being trapped by him really. While she wasn't exactly a virgin, she didn't have a vast experience with this sort of thing; not like he did. But nothing in her experience had ever been close to what this was, whatever that might be. She hadn't figured that part out yet. Oh, she knew what she felt about it but she wasn't so sure what he was thinking. Well, at the moment that wasn't exactly true. It was very clear what he was thinking…
He needed to make her his, not just physically but in every way. But for the moment the physical need was paramount. God, she was so perfect; perfect for him in every way. He'd tried not to let himself have these feelings but he'd lost that battle almost immediately. And now he was losing another, smaller battle. Because once again, he was losing himself in her.
She'd felt it, that instant when their souls touched, became one. She wondered if he felt it too. But at the moment they were connected on a different level, a very biological level. And her instincts told her that he must have been a very good student in Biology, especially the area of Human Anatomy.
She was addictive; he was slowly understanding that quality about her. No amount of therapy or rehab would ever get her out of his system. Slowly he was accepting the idea that he simply couldn't live without her; it would be like trying to live without air. And the odd thing was, he liked it; no, he loved it. And that realization tipped him over the edge just as she was making her own leap.
She had never known it could be that forceful; that a man could do that to her, reduce her to jelly. No, not jelly; syrup. Yeah, that was it; because at that moment, she felt about as solid as syrup. And she was slowly oozing all over his couch.
Shakily he lifted himself off her, looking down on her glowing form. Yes, he could have sworn she was glowing. But that was okay with him. He felt like he was glowing too.
Something was slick under her, their combined fluids she was sure. She saw his look of smug satisfaction as she squirmed to get off the spot. And she giggled at his comment. "Guess I'm going to have to keep some upholstery cleaner in the office."
"And don't ever let CSU get their hands on this couch," she added.
He grinned impishly as he descended on her again. "Well, just in case, let's really give 'em something to think about," he said as he nuzzled into her neck.
Yeah, like she was going to complain about that.