AU: Japril meets Chicago PD.
"If we're sending anyone undercover, then it'll need to be a couple in order to be convincing," Their boss, Richard explains, pausing for a moment as he scans the room of detectives, "Avery...Kepner...you can go."
Alex, who'd eagerly volunteered to be one of the lucky guys chosen to visit the sex club, bursts out laughing, "Seriously, you're gonna send Virgin Mary to a sex club? Hey, at least maybe she'll finally get to see a penis in real life, if she's lucky!"
April frowns, feeling a little upset by the jab, until her snarky side comes out to play, "You're right, maybe I will. Hopefully they'll be bigger than you." She holds up her pinky finger and wiggles it a little, causing some of their co-workers to laugh at Alex instead as his face drops. Got him, she thinks to herself, feeling proud. If he was going to give, then he had to be able to take it back.
"Whatever," He grumbles, crossing his arms like a petulant child as he slumps back down in his desk chair.
Jackson, meanwhile, makes his way over to April, trying to figure out how she feels about the situation. He knows that sex in general can be a bit of a touchy subject for her (especially after her outburst at Joe's after people in their unit had found out that she was still a virgin), but he hopes that she's at least okay with this. The last thing he wants if for her to feel uncomfortable, and he figures if she does, then maybe he can convince Webber to call someone else in as a replacement. "We can do this," He assures her, "Its not a big deal."
April offers him a closed mouth smile, grateful that it's at least him that she's doing this with and not Alex. He understands her, and she feels calm around him - even if the thought of potentially seeing other people having sex makes the former Sunday school girl in her want to spin out, "We can do this," She agrees, mentally preparing herself for what's to come.
It's dark by the time they're expected to leave, and she finds herself taking longer than usual to get ready. Her fiery auburn hair is curled to perfection, her make up is immaculate, and she slips into a silky midnight blue midi dress that makes her feel like an old Hollywood film star. It's definitely not her usual attire, but she has a part to play here, and she feels the need to play it convincingly.
Jackson finds his breath hitching in his throat when he sees her, taken aback by how beautiful and confident she looks. Sure, he's seen her dressed up before in the years they've been working together at the south precinct, but not like this. He finds himself seeing her in a whole new light, and not just as his somewhat neurotic and insecure work partner, and that thought terrifies him a little. She's his best friend - he's not supposed to be looking at her like that, and he has to remind himself to just focus on the task at hand. They're essentially just roleplaying here. Thats all - it's a job, not a date (although he finds a part of him wishing that is was).
Its Alex's wolf whistles that bring him back to reality, and he can't help but roll his eyes at his comments, "Damn Kepner. You actually look kind of hot! Who knew?"
"Erm, thanks, I think," She replies, figuring thats as complimentary as Karev is ever going to get. Her attention turns to Jackson, who looks amazingly handsome in his perfectly tailored black suit, and smiles, "You ready to do this?"
He offers his arm out for her to link hers into, as they make their way to the car set with driving them there.
It's Jackson who suddenly finds himself feeling nervous when they enter the club, and he's not entirely sure why. He's always so confident, so self-assured, but something about the thought of being in a sex club with his very virginal, and suddenly very hot best friend is confusing him. He knows he has to just suck it up and get on with the job, so he tries his best to do just that, as April appears to take the lead - something he certainly hadn't expected a few hours ago.
"Take your pick. Face like yours, I'm sure you'll find someone to play with."
"Well what about you? Do you want to play?" Jesus Christ, Jackson thinks, imagining a number of different scenarios in his head that he's fairly certain the members of her church would condemn him to hell for.
He clears his throat, trying his best to stay in character as he adds, "Play time...for my girl." Why does he find he enjoys calling her his girl a little too much?
They both smile at one another, and then at the bartender in question, who reluctantly obliges and follows them to the other room. They eventually get the information that they need out of him, although it takes a lot longer to find a lead than they'd hoped, which frustrates Jackson to no end. He'd wanted to be out of there as quickly as possible in the hopes of ridding his head of some very inappropriate thoughts, but instead, they ended up being stuck there for five whole hours. Not quite the day he'd had planned when he'd shown up to work, that was for sure.
"I...went to a sex club."
"You...went to a sex club," Jackson repeats, exhaling deeply. As much as the day has messed with his head, he couldn't exactly turn her down when she'd invited him to her apartment afterwards to hang out. As friends, he tells himself, or as work partners who just needed to debrief and unwind after an uncomfortable day. Nothing more.
April finds herself giggling at the situation, as she tries to make herself comfortable on her couch, her body facing his. (As comfortable as her rather constricting dress will allow, at least) "You know...it was kind of...I don't know...exhilarating? I felt like a completely different person in there, which I guess was kind of the point, but still."
"You were freakin' great in there," He admits, leaning back into the couch and turning his head to look at her. It was true - he'd been in awe of how well she'd handled it, considering how anxious she'd been beforehand. He'd seen a whole new side to her, that had both turned him on and left him the one with his head spinning.
She smiles, biting her lip gently, and he sees something in her expression that he's not sure that he's ever seen before, and isn't entirely sure how to cope with. He wonders if he should just leave it alone, until she shifts closer and kisses him suddenly, causing his eyes to practically bulge out of his head. "Mhm, April-"
"Should I not have done that?" She questions, face still close to his as she kisses him again.
He blinks a few times, wondering if he should pinch himself in case this is all just a dream. The rational part of his brain wonders if this is a bad idea - if she's just being impulsive after the day they've had, and if she's going to regret this in the morning. "I just-the way you're kissing me right now...you're a virgin, you're a virgin-"
"Yes because my whole life since I was a kid, I had this idea of how my life was supposed to be, these rules that I was supposed to follow but I'm not a kid anymore, I'm not the same person I was when I started this job...I went to a sex club," She pauses and giggles again, nose brushing against his, "and it felt really, really good. And something that feels really, really good can't be bad, right? Jackson, hey, it's okay. Really, it's okay."
She kisses him again, more eager than the last time, and he returns it with just as much passion - rationale be damned, as they clumsily get up and make their way to her bedroom in a lust-filled daze.
Maybe this would end up being a bad idea, but right now, he doesn't care. All he cares about is the possibility of her and him, together. Of being trusted with being her first, with admiring her and making her feel in a way that nobody else ever has, and hopefully never will. They'll figure out the complexities in the morning.