A/N: Felt like writing some more seeing I ended up giving myself shippy feelings, for no reason whatsoever. Hope you enjoy =)
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Part 2
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"So," Madeline wondered out aloud as she took in the decor, the tone playful, "have you considered how illicit everything becomes once you do something in a hotel room? However fancy the establishment? Obviously this is not some dingy motel, and yet, even the Ritz Carlton seems to be able to cover a multitude of sins."
Sharon Raydor was well into the hotel suite, her coat open and flowing behind her as she neared the windows with the view to the Marina. The woman turned on her heels at the comment, one hand poised gracefully on her hip and a delicate eyebrow that seemed to waver between amused and affronted as she looked back at Madeline.
Madeline closed the hotel suite door behind her, locking it carefully as she regarded the other woman out of the public eye.
Sharon had opted for red today.
The color was striking in its vivacity. In the glow of dusk, the turquoise sky darkening outside and the Marina glowing orange, the color was altogether alluring. Sinful in the way the color lit up the other woman's expression, in the way the red lips complemented the appearance. Madeline had spent an inordinate amount of time perusing tiny fantasies of undressing Sharon throughout dinner, her eyes on the hem of the dress and the pale show of legs, the contrast between clothed and naked tantalizing.
She had been left wondering whether Sharon had matched her underwear to the red soles of her heels. When Madeline pretended to peal the dress away she imagined a red bra to match, sheer and thin in her mind, the color in a slightly different tone of red than the dress.
Sharon sounded circumspect when she replied, "I hardly think we are about to engage in anything illicit." The woman's eyebrow lifted another inch and this time it was surely painted in wry amusement, "unless you define having sex with me as illicit. In which case I think I will have to object, Counselor."
Madeline shook her head and took another step inside the suite, "I am imagining a lot of illicit things we can do."
Sharon's smile was sly, "Are we going to commit a felony from this very hotel suite? Plan a heist? Because I'm not sure this establishment has the required amenities for such activities. We should have gone to a hardware store then, Madeline."
Madeline shrugged out of her coat and she folded it over the arm of a chair. She watched Sharon do the same, her coat nicely folded with a delicate gesture.
"You are married if you recall, and it's not to me," Madeline told the other woman in a nonchalant voice and then without looking up to catch the reaction, she placed her black purse on the round glass top table between the two sets of high-backed chairs, the fabric a muted blue color. When she looked up, Sharon was wearing a stony expression, unwavering and devoid of emotion.
Madeline unbuttoned her two buttons blazer, aware she was threading on thin ice. You never knew what the other woman would take as an insult and what she would laugh off. Usually they never mentioned the elusive husband. The blazer joined the coat on the chair and Madeline smiled softly at the other woman.
"Adultery is an illicit affair, for some," Madeline commented casually with another smile directed at Sharon to take some of the sting off the comment.
Still, Sharon looked as emotive as a stone.
The other woman looked around the room, eyes shrouded by the low light. When she spoke, her voice was dismissive, "If we came here to discuss my marital status, Madeline, I think your choice of facility is rather misplaced. Why go through the pretense of dinner if you simply wanted to point out that -,"
Madeline quickly interrupted; "You were adamant that your place was out of the question, Sharon." She approached the other woman, one hand out.
Sharon did not shy away from the touch, so at the least she wasn't offended beyond fixing.
"My home is as much my foster son's as it is mine," was the vague answer.
"You could have invited me over for dinner, simply."
"You are inefficient when it comes to casual conversation," Sharon gave back, a very small smile at the corner of her mouth, "and we both know dinner is the last thing you wanted to be invited to. I make it a rule not to have my," she faltered for a short second, obviously stumped by what to call Madeline and their relationship.
Madeline laughed, and brushed a finger against the other woman's neck, leaning in and slowly kissing lips that protruded and harrumphed before they likewise parted and gave in to the kiss.
"I have never cared about your dead-beat husband or your marital status," Madeline whispered near Sharon's ear, her hands soothing the other woman as they slipped around the waist of the deep red dress. The fabric was sturdy and soft. The scent familiar and the warmth a tingling promise. "Why would I start now? I have you all to myself, what more can I ask for?"
Sharon hummed in reply, disgruntled in some fashion but she still kissed Madeline back, lips full and sticky with immaculate lipstick.
Madeline gently steered them towards the large bed, the dark oak headboard just visible behind a mountain of pillows, the throw in stately golden and blue colors. She backed Sharon into the mattress, enjoying the other woman's noise of surprise when the back of her knees hit the mattress.
"I want you here," Madeline admitted, her voice husky, "I wanted you someplace I could have you for myself, without any obnoxious interruptions. Just you and me, no outside world. I thought this would be a nice place, hmm. Especially considering all that awful business with practically being on house arrest with your foster son. I thought you deserved a little break after all that hassle."
Sharon responded with a heavy kiss, insistent and satisfied.
Madeline kissed her back, equally enthusiastic to finally be able to touch and kiss the other woman.
Sharon slipped her arms around to Madeline's back and started to unzip the grey dress, drawing the zipper down the line of her back, her lips demanding against Madeline's.
"It's a perfect place," Sharon replied, her voice breathy from kissing.
"I wanted to dine you first because I enjoy the way you enjoy good food," Madeline took a hold of the other woman's wrists and placed them back along her body, her own hands trailing over Sharon's shoulder.
"Turn around."
Sharon obeyed, slowly and with a quirked eyebrow that was once again amused.
Madeline pushed the other woman's hair aside and slipped it over one shoulder. The small clasp on the top of the red dress was easily slipped out of its grasp, revealing the zipper. Madeline pulled it down as she leaned in close to the shell of Sharon's ear,
"Is that a shiver, darling?"
Sharon hummed.
"Anticipation?"
Madeline felt the way the other woman moved an inch backwards, her behind more firmly pushed into Madeline.
"I haven't socialized much in the last two years," the words were low and honeyed but Madeline caught the little gist of resignation in them as well, "Call it impatience, hmm."
"Oh," Madeline replied, not keeping the surprise from her voice, her lips widening in an amused smile, "Not even with yourself?"
This got her a laugh.
Sharon shook her head and pulled Madeline's arms around her from behind, fingers tangled, "I didn't say I was completely celibate, now did I?"
Madeline kissed the other woman's neck, a soft kiss before she pulled the zipper down to the low point of Sharon's spine. She reached up and pulled the dress from Sharon shoulders, down her torso, eyes zoned in on the nude bra strap in the back.
Not red, apparently.
Madeline leaned in and kissed the point between the other woman's shoulder blades before she dragged the snug dress down over the woman's hips and down over her ass. The band of underwear was nude as well, peach and transparent.
The dress pooled around Sharon's heels.
Madeline pressed herself against Sharon's back, her own dress still in place but gaping wide in the back. She kissed the fine line from neck to shoulder, turning her head and placing her lips to the side of the woman's throat, her hands sneaking around and fastening to full breasts.
Sharon took a deep breath.
"I have missed you," Madeline admitted.
Sharon hummed in agreement and pushed her behind into Madeline again.
Madeline took a step back and quickly got rid of her own dress while she watched Sharon step out of the red dress around her ankles, the look the woman threw over her shoulder as she folded the dress nothing but smug. The louboutins' Sharon left by the foot of the bed, the red dress on a chair and Madeline watched the other woman make herself comfortable on the bed, not bothering with the cover but simply lying atop the bedding.
No, the cop simply put her head in her hand, elbow out, one leg draped across the other as she watched Madeline, tongue briefly out to wet her red lips.
Her toenails were painted the same red as the dress. The same red as her lipstick.
Sharon Raydor had a fetish for coordinating her appearance down to the last detail.
The peach nude fit nicely with the shade of red.
Madeline smiled and approached the bed, her own heels discarded by the heap of her grey dress.
She crawled atop the covers, her eyes on the length of the other woman's body till she was face to face with Sharon. The other woman had turned over to lie on her back, her lower lip under her teeth as she nudged Madeline with a leg. Sharon stared up at her with slightly parted lips and a warm breath that gave away the flavor of chocolate dessert.
"I want to devour you the way you licked the chocolate from your spoon, slow and deliberate," Madeline said before she lowered her head and caught a warm kiss. "The way you kissed the rim of your wine glass, leisurely and with promise," she continued as their kiss paused, catching Sharon's wrists and bringing them up above the woman so she could hold Sharon down while she straddled her.
"Like the way you touched my knee under the tablecloth, teasing and fully aware of your effect."
Sharon smiled, "Can we just do it fast first? I am not sure I can deal with slow and deliberate right now."
"Whatever you want," Madeline said with another kiss, this time lost in the other woman's lips.
The kiss continued as they tangled their limbs, as they got rid of underwear and bra's, lips molded together, wet and warm. Sharon was eager, Madeline could tell, the woman's hands demanding and her lips even more so. There was the taste of chocolate still, on the tip of the woman's tongue and she enjoyed the breathy sound that Sharon kissed with, to the edge of Madeline's mouth, down her jaw to the her neck, nipping along the skin before she came back to Madeline's mouth.
Sharon whimpered when Madeline traced the trimmed curls and then slid her fingers along the other woman's folds, slick with moisture. Madeline teased around Sharon's entrance, aware that the kiss became a bit more hurried for a reason.
The kiss ended on a moan and Madeline kissed her way down Sharon's chest and instead latched onto a nipple. It had the desired effect, Sharon arching underneath her.
The woman was soon moaning and writhing beneath her. Madeline could see the exposed throat and the parted lips when she slid two fingers in Sharon and trailed the nipple between her teeth.
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"Captain Raydor."
"Counselor," Sharon greeted the other woman, unconsciously blushing, "what a pleasure."
The lawyer seemed to swallow the words with pride, "Pleasure indeed."
Sharon pressed her lips together, trying to act as if she was not thinking about the word pleasure in combination with the woman standing opposite her. The café was just around the corner from the district attorney's offices, the place a well-known haunt that catered to the many attorneys of Los Angeles. Sharon wondered why she had chosen this place out of a dozen other cafés.
Madeline Morgan rolled her eyes, her sharp mouth depicting some form of morbid satisfaction at having stumbled into Sharon here of all places.
"Fancy meeting you here," Madeline said, voice still an octave too smug.
"Et tu," Sharon flirted back in a fashion that had her grinding her teeth after the fact.
The woman's smile only widened and she pointed at two comfy looking lounging chairs in the back of the café, "Why don't you sit down – I'll get us some coffee."
Sharon crossed her arms.
Madeline continued to smile, friendly and apparently unabashed, "Cappuccino? Or are you a caffe latte girl?"
"Make it a double espresso cappuccino," Sharon replied, trying not to show how out of her comfort zone she felt.
The lawyer smiled and then made another shooing motion towards the back and the lounge area.
Sharon shrugged as she turned and made her way down to the chairs.
She placed her briefcase by the floor, sat down and then pretended she was not eyeing Madeline Morgan by the queue to the coffee bar counter. The red head was in a sharp black dress, cut above her knees and by design narrowed in by her waist. The dress had a neckline that exposed her collar bones and the top of her chest. The heels were black as well, not as tall as Sharon's and not the same designer either. The woman would have looked like she was going to a funeral but something about her curly red hair seemed to contrast the dark clothes well.
Sharon blushed when the woman looked down at the back area, her eyes on Sharon with a peculiar look.
Sharon tried a friendly smile but she wasn't sure it was convincing; the lawyer only seemed amused. After that failure, Sharon tried to occupy herself with going over her recent case as she waited, her wrist watch entirely too fascinating as she rolled up the sleeve of her blazer an umpteenth times.
After five minutes Madeline sat down next to Sharon, the woman setting down two identical cups of cappuccino on the table between them.
Sharon took the biscotto on the coffee plate and dipped it into the foam, quickly biting off the top of the soaked biscuit. She chewed and smiled politely at the red head in between bites.
Madeline was once again staring, overtly nonetheless, her own cappuccino seemingly forgotten.
Sharon took her own coffee cup and quickly took a sip, trying to come up with a conversation starter that did not involve the self-indulgent weekend of sex she had engaged in with the lawyer. Somehow she thought it was better to start with a safer topic.
"You look beautiful," Madeline stated still eyeing Sharon.
Sharon smiled graciously, "Thank you."
"So, hypothetical question – seeing you look dressed to the nines and I assume we are both off the clock, does this impromptu meeting in a café qualify as a date? Or do you prefer dinners in a real restaurant?"
Sharon swallowed another slurp of her coffee.
"I'm married," Sharon told the red head in a rushed breath.
The information erased all kinds of smiles on the lawyer's face. Instead the red head focused on her cappuccino and hid her hurt expression behind the cup.
The reaction made Sharon's stomach roil and she desperately tried to douse the nervousness she felt, "I mean, I am separated. I am not living with him, or anything," she gave a small laugh that sounded forced, "Haven't slept with him in god's knows how long."
Her face felt aflame from embarrassment. Why in the world was she telling this to a complete stranger?
"It's complicated," Sharon ended her ramble.
"Him?" Madeline repeated, the coffee cup once again forgotten on the table. "Him as in a guy?"
Sharon nodded.
Madeline seemed to take in the information, and then she smiled all of a sudden.
The lawyer laughed, genuinely, "Yes, I think complicated qualifies."
Sharon smiled into her coffee cup, relieved somehow, and then she looked up and admitted, "Complicated aside, I do enjoy coffee and I like dinner."
"Well, as long as you're seperated," Madeline said, "and not involved with the guy."
Sharon nodded, hiding her blush better this time at the notion of sitting across from this woman in this setting.
Madeline leaned forward, her hand landing on Sharon's knee, "I would very much like to see you again."
Sharon smiled, "The feeling is mutual."
They said their goodbyes outside the café.
Sharon found herself liking the other woman's eyes and the way it felt like they hung onto her.
The kiss, however flirtatious their impromptu coffee date had gotten, surprised her.
It was warm and bitter, the tang of coffee effervescent.
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Madeline had missed this sorely, almost to the point where it pained.
Lying naked next to the other woman, entangled in the aftermath of sex, skin still damp and warm, touch on the edge of tumbling into heightened arousal. To be able to run her hand down the other woman's back, to caress the slopes of breasts, skipping nipples and instead softly applying pressure.
Aftermath kisses that were slow and lazy, tangible and warm just like the rest of their bodies.
That instant before skin cooled and they slipped under the covers. That instant after and it was a furnace beneath covers. That instant before Sharon fell asleep.
Madeline had missed being able to make the other woman come.
The smile on Sharon's face afterwards.
The way the woman expressed her feelings through a kiss after her climax.
The soft conversations between sex, lying in a darkened bedroom, cuddling and speaking about the little things in life.
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