Fictober 2024
Day 19 "this is getting ridiculous"
Andy has trouble concentrating on a hot hot day
a gigantic thanks to TheShadowsEdge for helping me a lot on this one and even correcting my many mistakes ;)
Siren's pull
It had been a hot couple of days. Well, no, cross that. It had been a hellish couple of days ! Hades, or whatever was his name wouldn't keep his lair that hot! Even Sharon was too hot to cuddle, and fuck. Yeah, he knew he shouldn't refer to their intimate moments like that but his brain cells were partially fried his libido was acting up. This heat wave was causing all kinds of problems. At least, bad guys were staying home and enjoying their air conditioning, letting them do the same.
Since it was quiet, they had finished filling out all their backlog paperwork. Now Sharon had archives brought some cold cases. I was pretty relaxed. What a change from their normal routine! Andy decided to enjoy it while it lasted. Soon enough all of LA's dirtbags will resume killing each other and it'll be business as ever.
So, with that in mind, he sat comfortably in his chair and half listened to his girlfriend talk about old cases. He was paying more attention to her attire than to her words. She had taken off her jacket, like the rest of them. Even with the aircon pumping to its max, it was still incredibly hot in the office due to the large glass window reflecting the sun. She wore, for once, only a simple spaghetti shirt. The soft pink of it was enhancing her tanned complexion. She did not wear much makeup these past days, he assumed it was due to the heat too. Today she did not even wear any foundation, her freckles clearly visible even from a professional distance.
She had twisted her hair and gathered it in a big clip. He felt a bit uneasy, or maybe jealous, that everyone was able to see her all natural, like he was able to see her at home. It felt intimate to see her neck like that, her skin bare. It was her usual after work / after shower attire, not the office one. Of course he wanted her to be as comfortable as possible but still, it felt weird.
Observing her like that, he noticed the sheer pearls of sweat bordering her temples. He looked down and his eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets. She cuddled a can of coke, nestling it against her sternum. A heavy amount of condensation could be seen on the can. Sharon must have felt it too because she rolled the tin container against her neck and as down as her décolleté allowed her. She then moved it to her lips, took a large gulp and put it down on the table next to her chair.
He watched in awe as a drop ran down her elegant neck and slowly, oh so slowly, made its way between her breast. He didn't even notice that he stuck his tongue out, fantasizing only about licking that drop and the salty skin all around it. It gave him an idea. They stayed away from each other these past few days because they were both too hot to even consider getting as close as physically necessary to make love. What if he was to run down icicles down her body, keeping her cold enough while exploring her at his heart's content. Mmhhh.
He did not notice that his eyes were fixed on her breasts, as absorbed as he was imagining them in his mouth and hands. He did not notice that he was making a lapping movement with his lips as mesmerized as he was by his idea. «Yeee Gods, this is getting ridiculous!» shout his partner, kicking him in the foot.