*** Set Season 2 Episode 16. Everyone (Jake) is so preoccupied with Captain Holt that Santiago and her pan-awakening can go unnoticed. ***
"I'll drive." Diaz instructed.
"Okay," Amy was used to being issued commands by Rosa, they'd worked together long enough that her abrupt tone didn't bother her anymore. Initially she had been put off by it, but now she quite enjoyed her controlling manner; it comforted her. They sat down in their patrol car and closed the doors. An unsuccessful bust had put them both in a bit of a bad mood.
"Pass me that water?"
"Sure."
Diaz took a sip and passed the bottle back, eyeing Amy as she did so. She'd had a suspicion about Amy for a while. Deciding to experiment on her hypothesis, she tightly grabbed Amy's thigh and started gently rubbing, massaging the muscle up and down. Amy almost spat out her water.
"Rosa! What are you doing?!"
"An experiment." She kept rubbing, feeling the shock subside and watching Amy blush and her eyes widen, deeply exhaling.
"Rosa, I–"
"You can't lie to me… You're not straight, are you?" A smile forming on her lips, she continued her advance, aware that Amy hadn't tried to stop her.
"I… I don't know. It's mostly men, but I get aroused around random people too."
"They're not random. You get aroused by powerful people."
Amy didn't know what to do with herself, she had never considered anything like that before. Rosa was nearly kissing her, and she was starting to want her to. But Rosa broke off, returning to her seat and removing her hand:
"Think about it."
They both sat in silence until they arrived at the precinct. Amy had been considering her feelings on the drive home, occasionally getting distracted by her partner. Rosa was so confident, so sure of herself, and Amy was beginning to really become attracted to her. Leaving the car, they continued in silence until they got into the elevator, where Rosa broke the silence.
"So?"
Amy didn't respond; she looked so unsure, knowing the answer but not wanting to say it. It didn't matter; Rosa knew what she wanted. She took Amy by the hands, forcing them up over her head and forcing her back into the side of the elevator, pressing her mouth against hers in a long, deep, passionate kiss. To her own surprise, Amy immediately kissed back, slightly pushing back against Rosa to encourage her. Rosa held Amy in place with one hand, while the other snaked down her body, massaging her tits, then slowly further down to hold her pussy through her clothes. Amy whimpered in between kisses, Rosa's body pressed against hers, revelling in the sensation of being completely out of control. The elevator dinged, announcing its arrival, and Rosa abruptly broke away, leaving Amy against the wall - out of breath and flustered. She quickly gathered herself as the doors opened and they looked out into the bustling bullpen.
"To be continued." And she left Amy alone.
*** Some time later. ***
Amy stepped into the supply cupboard, looking for more staples. Slowly browsing the shelves, her thoughts completely elsewhere, the door suddenly locked behind her and she felt a hand wrap around her mouth, and another grabbed her wrist and forced her palm against the wall. A boot kicked her legs apart, and she stood there, prone against the wall, completely helpless.
"Do you want to do this?"
"Mm- hmm-"
"Then don't fight!" Came Rosa's command, her breath hot on Amy's ear. "And don't move!" Her hand released Amy's and she reached into her leather jacket, producing a gag – which she quickly tied around Amy's head: whimpering was all she could do now. Rosa took Amy by the shoulders and flipped her around. Moving up her arms and holding both wrists above her head with one hand, she reached to her belt and produced a set of handcuffs, which she used to attach Amy to an overhead pipe, locking her in this degrading pose for as long as Rosa wanted her there. She took Amy's chin forcefully in her hand and began kissing her while she unbuttoned her shirt and removed her bra, fondling and licking her tits and belly, producing a whimper from her consenting victim. Rosa knelt down in front of Amy, her hands moved to the front of Amy's trousers, where they unfastened her belt and pulled her trousers down over her hips until they fell to her ankles.
"Is my hot little pansexual getting wet?"
Amy nodded and mewled in response as her partner blew a raspberry on her stomach just above her panties and her finger lightly drew a line along her pussy. Amy shivered; a message Rosa took as a good sign. Slowly, gently pulling her underwear away - a long thin, line of cum hanging down – Rosa grabbed one cheek in each hand and began caressing Amy's core with her tongue: sending shockwaves of pleasure through Amy's submissive body. Removing one hand from her butt, and extending her middle finger, Rosa carefully pressed against Amy's entrance, yielding another little bleat and a sharp inhalation. Wary not to go too far to fast, she began pushing further and further, keeping the pressure on Amy's front wall, finding the spot that would seal the deal. Never letting up with her tongue, she initiated a slow, repetitive "come-hither" motion with her finger, bringing out long, continuous moans. The faster Rosa went, the more her little pet seemed to enjoy it, constricting her finger, and getting louder and louder.
Amy was close to the edge; Rosa could feel it. She kept going, looking up to see a girl in pure elation: eyes closed, panting, legs trembling. Her moans reached a crescendo and she tensed, bearing down on Rosa's finger, and discharging a fountain of ejaculate that filled Rosa's open mouth and sprayed down her clothes. Amy's orgasm subsided and her legs turned to jelly, her full weight on her bonded wrists. Rosa quickly stood up and undid the cuffs, catching her consort as she regained her balance. Amy felt her gag come off, and she grabbed Rosa around the neck and made out with her – hard – pressing her body against the cool leather, her shirt and blazer still open, trousers and panties around her ankles, cum trickling down the inside of her legs.
"Come over to mine tonight."
"Yes, please…"