Nick flicked the TV off. The presser had been replayed over and over on all the main channels since it was first held and he had to admit, Robertson not only looked good on TV, he'd come across with the right amount of anger at Watson and Angelo's corruption, yet it was his sincerity in promising to bring the two to justice and to weed out any further corrupt officers, that Nick thought really hit home. He was also glad that it was Robertson who was now having to deal with the reporters who were baying for blood and information.

He sighed heavily. It was only a matter of time though, before they came after him, since this was his failure. Sure, he wasn't the one who assigned Watson, but this was his department, Angelo was his brother-in-law and this whole fuck happened on his watch. Part of him wasn't sure if he'd survive the subsequent investigation with his own reputation or career in tact. The Brass hated it when the Force was embarrassed, and this whole mess was an embarrassment of the worst kind.

Yet Nick couldn't worry about himself at the moment, not when Charlie and their witness were still out there. While he doubted Robertson's presser would be entirely convincing to Charlie, he hoped it would at least have her questioning the status of her situation and whether or not she could trust Robertson. In the meantime, he had two days in which to work on bringing Charlie in, he just hoped it was enough time.

Joey had just made it into their cabin when Charlie tackled her from behind. They crashed forward onto the bed, laughing and tickling, completely lost in the moment as their lips locked and hands began working at clothing. It was only when her naked breasts pressed against Joey's, did Charlie's senses come back to her. She flew back as if burnt and stared down at the other woman in shock.

Charlie was panting heavily with desire as she continued to stare at Joey. God, she wanted sex right now, but not with this woman. Yet she made no attempt to move from where she was straddled across Joey's legs.

Joey lay on her back, gazing up at Charlie. There was desire in her eyes, her chest was heaving before her, and when Charlie made no further move away from her, Joey daringly reached up and caressed Charlie's breasts. Charlie groaned. Emboldened, Joey sat up and flicked her tongue over the nipple. More encouraging sounds emerged from Charlie. Joey turned her attention to the other nipple. With one hand, she cupped and squeezed Charlie's breast while her mouth worked the other into a hard, quivering peak. She switched breasts, repeating the process over. As Joey sucked and squeezed, Charlie was pressing her chest harder into Joey's hand and mouth.

"Oh god," Charlie groaned. Her nipples were so hard they were almost painful at the touch, yet she couldn't get enough of it. This shouldn't be happening, but by now, Charlie was too far gone to stop it and her sexually frustrated body wanted, no, it demanded this, and so her body responded in kind, her hands caught in Joey's hair, pulling her closer, while her hips rocked along Joey's legs.

"Yes," Joey hissed. There was no barrier between them, just naked skin upon naked skin, so she could feel Charlie's wetness glide across her skin as the other woman rocked against her. Joey knew this was the biggest mistake she could be making, but no way was she putting an end to this. She wanted Charlie right now like she'd never wanted another woman. She needed more though. Her free hand found it's way between Charlie's legs. The silky wetness was hot against her fingers and oh so welcoming.

"Fuck," panted Charlie as she felt those fingers playing with her. Not quite entering her, yet teasingly close. She sighed in disappointment when those fingers disappeared from her completely.

Joey grinned at her response. It was the sign she was waiting for. The sign that Charlie wanted this as well, so who was she to deny her. Her fingers found their way back, gliding through the silky wetness, back, forth, still evading the final destination.

"Oh god, just fuck me," Charlie begged. Still Joey teased her. The tip of her finger poked inside and wiggled. Charlie's hips surged forward in reply, trying to force her deeper, but Joey pulled back. Again, the tip of Joey's finger peeked inside, then out when Charlie sought more. "Fuck," Charlie cried out in frustration. Again, the tip of Joey's finger peeked inside, only this time before she could remove it, Charlie's hand grasped Joey's wrist, holding it in place as her hips surged forward, finally sending Joey deeper. "Yes," she crowed in victory. When she was certain Joey wouldn't take her hand away again, Charlie placed her hands on the other woman's shoulders, then raised her hips, before sinking down, then up, then down, impaling herself over and over. She hissed when she felt another finger slide inside her on her downward thrust. The next thrust, there was another. Up, down, up, down, they found a glorious rhythm. Charlie threw her head back, riding against Joey's hand as hard as she could.

Joey watched her lover intently. The woman was even hotter as she panted and rocked against her. She raised her thumb, finding Charlie's clit when she sunk onto her fingers. Charlie paused at the new sensation, but only momentarily as her body renewed it delicious rise and fall. She was close, she could tell, so could Joey. As Joey plunged her depths and flicked her clit, she felt Charlie tighten against her, her body losing it's rhythm. She ducked forward, sucking one of those hardened nipples into her mouth. Remembering what Charlie had said of her preferences, Joey nibbled. It was too much for Charlie. Stars danced behind her eyes as she exploded, her body shaking and grinding against Joey.

"Beautiful," Joey whispered reverently as she watched Charlie cry out above her.

Graves crept from his bed. Sexually, she felt sufficiently fucked. He'd been a great lover, considerate of her desires and needs as much as his own, yet after many climaxes, she felt empty inside. This hadn't been her usual encounter with a random guy, where she was just looking to relieve some tension, this had been all about distracting herself from certain thoughts. And it had, until it was all over and those thoughts came flooding back.

"Fuck," she muttered as she hurriedly dressed. The more she tried to suppress her feelings for Dex, the stronger they became. Maybe she just needed to embrace them, admit she had a crush on the guy and just leave it at that. After all, it's not like she had to act on them or anything.

Graves glanced at the bed when the man moaned in his sleep. She shook her head, knowing she hadn't achieved anything here. Sighing, she closed the door behind her and headed back to her own hotel room, thankful that she and Dex had separate rooms, so she wouldn't have to face him tonight.

Charlie came down from her climax and collapsed on top of Joey. Their eyes met. No words were needed. She pressed her lips hard to Joey's, their tongues swirling as passion controlled their bodies. Breaking the kiss, Charlie next kissed Joey's chin, then downwards she went, her lips never far from Joey's naked skin. She kissed up a mound and found the peak hard and begging to be sucked. She flicked out with her tongue and smirked at the shiver from the body beneath her. Flicking again drew the same response. Charlie took the nipple into her mouth and Joey arched upward. Charlie liked that reply, so she did it again.

"God," Joey groaned. Again, then again, Charlie had Joey dancing beneath her as she moved from one nipple to the other. "I won't last," Joey warned.

"Then I'll just have to bring you again and again," Charlie joyfully teased and it very nearly sent Joey straight over the edge. Smirking, Charlie replaced her mouth with her hands. Squeezing both breasts, she began kissing her way downward once more. She could practically feel the heat from Joey's sex, even before she reached her destination. Flicking out her tongue, she sampled that nectar.

"Fuck," Joey panted, her hips rising at Charlie's touch. With her hands still squeezing those lovely mounds of flesh, Charlie went for the prize. Already wound up from watching Charlie's orgasm, Joey climaxed the moment Charlie's tongue entered her. "Yes!" cried Joey. Charlie held herself still as Joey's body rode against hers. The moment Joey's body started to relax, she darted her tongue in, then out, she flicked Joey's clit, then darted inside her. Joey's body was almost leaving the bed as she responded to Charlie's hands and tongue. Charlie wanted more though. She wanted her mouth around that quivering peak that was threatening to explode once more, and she wanted it in her mouth when it did. She moved her hands from where they'd been driving Joey crazy, and manoeuvred one of Joey's legs over her shoulder, then with her fingers, she swirled teasingly through that silky wetness.

"Oh fuck yes," Joey groaned and panted. Her eyes widened when Charlie thrust her finger right inside her without any more preamble. When Charlie's mouth captured Joey's clit between her lips and she sucked, Joey knew she was close. "Fuck, yes, so close," she panted as Charlie continued to thrust and suck. Another finger entered her and Joey exploded. "Yes!" she cried.

Charlie held her position, savouring the hard, quivering mass that exploded between her lips. That was the power she'd held over Joey, a power she still held. Without letting Joey come down from her climax, Charlie thrust and sucked harder, her fingers covered in wetness, allowing her to go deeper, faster, harder, deeper, faster, harder. Joey exploded again and Charlie continued to thrust and suck.

"Oh god, I'm coming," Joey cried, her body climax yet again and still Charlie never relented. Another finger entered her. Joey gasped. She felt full. Her hands reached blindly downward, gripping Charlie's head, her body rising and falling, seeking that precipice again. It came quickly. "Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes," she cried, her body soaring even higher. This time, Charlie allowed her to descend.

Climbing her way up Joey's body, Charlie gazed down at her. Neither woman was thinking of the consequences of what had just happened as they kissed. That they were still in danger, was forgotten. That there were trust issues between them, was forgotten. That this was all meant to be just role playing, was forgotten. All that mattered were their lips on each other and the burning desire that had yet to be sated.

Joey flipped Charlie onto her back and moved her knee between her legs. Charlie felt even wetter and warmer against her thigh. Charlie raised her own leg and Joey groaned as it pushed against her sex. They held each others gaze as they started to move, their bodies gliding easily against each other. This time when they climaxed, it was together.

"Fuck, yes," cried Charlie.

"Oh god," cried Joey. Onwards their bodies moved, the night yet young.

Leah stared in shock at the image on the screen. It had to be a mistake, right? The woman who had given her so much pleasure couldn't possibly be one of the bad guys. It seemed as though she was and it left Leah feeling torn as to what to do. She'd said nothing of the attempted rape to anyone, not to her husband and not to the cops when they had come by to question anyone who had been in the Diner the night that man had been murdered, to see if anyone had seen anything. She'd flat out lied to them, even as she'd realised that her saviour must have been the one to murder that man. As far as she was concerned, that fucker had deserved it and so she'd seen no need to dob on her lover.

Now though, they were saying that woman was bad news. A corrupt cop. She really should go straight to the cops, tell them what she knew, yet Leah's feet didn't move, her hand didn't reach for the phone. She felt no desire to act. All she felt was longing. A longing only one person had ever elicited in her. Not even the fake cock made up for it, since it was her lover's expertise with it that had made her body beg for it. Fuck, she'd made a mess of this, and as she stared at the image again, she knew the right thing to do was to pick up that phone and tell the cops everything from that night. Her hand finally reached for the phone and she dialled.

"This is Const. Handley, how may I help you?"