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Straight and Narrow
Part III - The Rodeo
by Spirit
Email: naughtyspirit@cableinet.co.uk
Pairing: Lindsey/Kate
Rating: NC17
Summary: Before all the madness of Angel, Kate and Lindsey meet.
Disclaimer: Not mine, although I really wouldn't mind borrowing Lindsey from
Joss if he did this. Of course, I'd give him back afterwards. Promise.
Notes: Lar - without your insight and stingingly wonderful suggestions,
Lindsey would never take his pants off. Course, then you'd sulk, so it's a
gratifying exchange
~~~
He raps on the door loudly, early and uncomfortably eager to see her again.
Lindsey's spent the best part of his morning being ready, forcing himself to
sit still and not pick up the phone. He's memorized her number, dialing it
accidentally at the office before realizing his mistake and slamming his
hand down on the receiver. After an hour of staring at the clock, Lindsey
gives in, gets in the pick up, moving out and coming to find her. If he
looks desperate, he'll manage to brush it off - tell her it's an action
worthy of several cheap come-ons.
Kate opens the door, hair still damp and way overdressed for the occasion.
She looks Lindsey up and down before groaning, steps back inside to let him
in.
"I thought we said eleven?"
He presses the Orchids into her hands and kisses her cheek lightly. Hey,
check out the gentleman - look, he brings flowers, he turns up early...he
totally embarrasses his date by not telling her where they're going.
"Guess I should have really stressed the 'casual'."
Kate scrunches the red skirt in her hands and nods at him. "Care to tell me
where we're going so I don't have to be the sore thumb?"
"Rodeo." He grins at her as she raises her eyebrows and moves behind the
kitchen bar. "Good food, good company - I figured we could lose the city for
a while."
Kate dumps the flowers inside a vase and eyes them appreciatively. "The
company I'm still not sure about, but the food...there a single thing there
that isn't deep fried?"
"The beer."
"Works for me."
She grins at him and for a moment, Lindsey can see this stretching out into
the unknown - years of banter and good sex. Family maybe. Just this odd
comfort where it really shouldn't be. He clamps down on it and focuses on
the present, watching as she walks out into her bedroom. He wants to go, lie
back on the bed and watch as she changes clothes, warm soft tan sliding out
of silk and into crispy denim. Wants to stop her with her T-shirt above her
head, lick along her breasts so that her nipples rise for him, points under
his tongue that he can slide around and taste. Lindsey needs to hear her
soft moan, needs to know that it's for him, all for him because he's still a
greedy, grabbing little boy. It's what makes him so good at his job.
He looks up as Kate comes back in the room, lean hips encased now in denim
to match his own, lemon T-shirt, no bra visible as she reaches for her
jacket. Lindsey leans out, wrapping his fingers round her arm, illicit
thrill as her chill bare skin comes in contact with his own.
"What?"
He shakes his head and touches her T-shirt. "Can't wear yellow, it's bad
luck."
"Yeah? Well we're not competing and I've already changed once. Let's just
go."
She doesn't try to move though and Lindsey leans forward, face inches from
hers. He slips his hands to her waist, reaching inside her jeans for the
hem, pulling it up, revealing a creamy strip of flesh. Kate presses her
mouth to his and he almost groans as memory kicks back in. Flickering tongue
in his mouth and he does moan then, fingers still hooked into her top,
unmoving as his tongue does a little exploring of its own. He likes the feel
of her arms round his neck, the swell of her belly against his own. And when
she steps back, he drops the fabric and reaches for her, disappointment
tingeing his pleasure as she turns away.
He hides it and holds out his arm. "Shall we?"
Kate slips her arm through his and rests her head briefly on his shoulder.
"Promise me no hot dogs."
"But it's good luck."
She smiles at him then, pure unadulterated pleasure in an innocent
encounter. "Depends what your goal is, doesn't it?"
~~~
It's loud there, noise coming from every direction and Kate wonders whether
he's fouled up and taken her to a concert instead. Not that she has a
problem with rock, but she's standing in the middle of a crowd, Lindsey out
of sight getting something to eat and she feels disorientated. In spite of
the heat, she shivers, hating feeling vulnerable.
The drive over had been good, despite the traffic. He'd shrugged off her
amicable teasing about the old ford, opening her door and bending down to
kiss her when she squeezed in. He clicked through the stations on the radio,
telling her she needed to get in the mood as lazy country eased over the
airwaves. After a while he'd begun to sing along and she'd listened to his
unconscious familiarity, subtle tones that Kate could listen to for days.
She turned as someone tapped her on the shoulder. Lindsey stood there,
bottles hanging between his fingers and paper wrapped food in the other,
cowboy hat tilted offside.
"You were hiding that in the car, weren't you?"
"I figured you're ready to witness the full experience."
"Of Rodeo?"
He grins at her easily, passing over a bottle, "Me on a date."
"You're planning on wearing it everywhere from now on?"
"I'll take it off at bedtime."
Kate draws back the beer, grateful for the cool liquid in her throat,
calming her when she feels like she's burning up. "Maybe you should keep the
hat, lose everything else."
He steps in close, licking along her lower lip and she knows he can taste
the beer and her heated flesh. Lindsey leans round, whispers against her
ear, breath tickling her lobe.
"I'd rather see you wear it that way."
And she can't help the goofy grin now, likes feeling girly and appreciated
in the midst of the unknown. He slips behind her, wrapping his arms round
her waist as they watch the show. Big powerful creatures ridden and tamed by
men, the likes of which she's never really known. Her power, the males she's
grown up with have different rules and Kate wonders what it must be like to
lose the urgency and take life at this laid back speed. But she can feel
Lindsey against her back, firm body caressing her own and she knows that
nothing is perfect - there's always something you have to escape from.
The alcohol slides away quickly, replaced and consumed as Kate realizes she
can't take his hands squeezing like that unless she takes a trip to the
little girls' room. She spots the themed restrooms and excuses herself,
easing over and wondering why the line for women always has to be longer.
Couldn't they build more stalls?
As she gets out, Kate looks around for Lindsey, cursing herself for thinking
she'd be able to spot him in the crowd. Annoyed, she wanders over to the
nearest building, the echoing tannoy dimming off as she steps inside. The
low grunts puzzle her for a moment and she steps forward across the hard
floor, ignoring the scattered hay as she seeks out the source. As she gets
closer, the noise clarifies itself and Kate tries to back-step as the grunts
grow louder, heavy moans echoing in the barn. Reaching the door, she slips
through it as quietly as she can, embarrassed and envious in one short
burst. Kate leans against the barn wall, hands covering her hot cheeks as
she tries and fails to stop the lovers' image settling behind her eyes.
"Seen something that's off the program, sweetheart?"
Kate blinks and lowers her hand, visualizing his dirty grin before she
actually sees it. She lets her gaze trail down his body, sees the outline of
his hard cock in his hugging jeans. And her hand wanders out to stroke it
before she remembers where she is. When she looks back up at him, his eyes
close briefly, tongue stretched out to his upper lip and Kate decides that
waiting for sex is seriously over rated.
As he reaches out to the door she lays her hand across his own. "This one's
taken."
"Taken? Whatever do you mean, Detective?"
"I'm off duty," she frowns at him, "and they really don't want to be
disturbed right now."
They're knocked back as the pair push open the door, brushing past Kate and
Lindsey, not seeing anything but the crowd. As she stands there stunned at
this show of nonchalance, Lindsey takes her hand and pulls her inside. And
it's like every stereotype she's ever had of a barn - vague animal smell but
obviously not used on a regular basis. This place has a much less mundane
function.
He helps her up off the top of the ladder as she takes in the hayloft. Kate
can't help feeling that he's set all this up from the moment she said yes to
the date. It's a fantasy she hasn't considered and the hay feels scratchy
against her jeans. While Lindsey looks completely at home here, she doesn't
feel his sense of belonging and it's only when he bends over, firm ass
printed against the denim that Kate bites down on her unease. And when he
turns round, stripping off his shirt, wife-beater clinging underneath, she's
pretty sure that a herd of buffalo could pass below them and she wouldn't
leave.
He comes to her now; bare arms gleaming as he passes under the cracked
beams. Kate slips her jacket off and onto the hay, ready for his embrace as
Lindsey closes in. It doesn't feel like surrender when he kisses her - she
can sense his own need - and as his hips rock against her, she slips her
hands down to his ass, pulling him closer, leaving him in no doubt.
"So is this good luck or bad luck."
He leans back slightly, arms still tightly wrapped round her. "It's a ritual
you have to go through before they show you the real entertainment."
Kate nips lightly at his lips. "This is all just the preshow?"
"Nah, you're just getting a good sample."
He pulls her lightly backwards, settling back against his jacket, hat
knocked cockeyed as they kiss. She feels his hand slip away and down to her
T-shirt, untucking it, his fingers skittering over her belly.
"And what's this ritual entail?"
Lindsey breaks free, easing her back until she's sitting across his thighs.
He straightens his hat and crosses his arms, expression serious except his
mouth - lip curled back, just begging to be kissed.
"Well, ma'am, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to take your clothes
off."
"All of them?"
He nods and Kate shivers, the length of his cock below her, so near, so
sensitive against her spread legs. With an effort, she manages to get up,
stands in front of him and watches appreciation spread across his face.
Unhooks her jeans and slides them down, boots off, flesh tingling despite
the heat.
"This isn't going to involve a saddle is it?"
"Not what I had in mind, no."
Kate watches his eyes sparkle as she kicks her legs free, pulls her T-shirt
over her head and drops it on the pile. And though she feels more naked than
she's felt with anyone, his eyes never leave hers and Kate wonders if he's
buying more than just the packaging.
When she slips her panties down, he takes his hat off, settling it next to
him on the hay as he holds his hand out. Slightly self-conscious, she steps
forward and slides her fingers through his, standing astride his chest as
the perspiration builds. She can see him looking up at her, eyes wandering
to her eyes, following the peaked line of her breast and then down between
her thighs, hesitating there as she hopes drooling doesn't turn him off.
"Turn around," he says quietly, accent coming on thick as he slides his
hands up her legs. "I want to see you."
Kate rolls her eyes, ready to say something, to disagree with him and just
point out that he isn't in charge here. But his hands creep between her
legs, touching her inner flesh and promising her much more than teasing. As
she turns, he pulls back suddenly and Kate cries out as she sinks down,
knees buried in the hay beside his head and his tongue buried inside her.
His fingers draw intricate patterns across her thighs and she moans deeply,
looking down to see his chin peeping out between her legs. Lindsey presses
and pushes, enclosing the sensitive tissue with his lips, making her want to
cry out. And as she reaches for his belt buckle, she grins to herself at the
idea of stopping her cries with something more substantial than a hot dog.
She frees his erection from his pants and licks the tip, feeling him
hesitate inside her. As she swirls her tongue round, touching the underside
with her lower lip, he moves urgently, long slow strokes across her wetness.
Kate moans and slides her mouth down, lips wetting the tender hard flesh,
feeling the odd pulse beneath her mouth, and making a circle as she sucks.
And as her pace quickens, his tongue moves faster, flat, wide, and not
enough - she wants to come, needs to come now, wants to ride him through
this and whimper against his mouth.
As though he senses her thoughts, Lindsey eases her up, flickering his
tongue down her thighs until she turns round. She pauses above his cock, all
inhibitions missing for the moment. He pulls her head down to meet his,
kissing her hard as he thrusts up, her thighs pinning him down and denying
him access. And when she kneels up, Kate waits for him to ask, waits for him
to beg her to fuck him. Lindsey reaches beside him and eases the hat onto
her head.
"C'mon darlin', ride me."
She opens her mouth to say something about his commentary and closes it
quickly as she feels his cock pushing into her. With a decisive move, Kate
slides down quickly, grinding her hips against his as he thrusts inside her.
They begin to find a rhythm, pushing and rocking as they make love, Lindsey'
s hands finding her breasts, supporting them as she gives herself to the
sensation. Drops her head back, hair trailing down her back, hat covering
her eyes now as his fingers never stop moving. Feels his thighs pressed up
from the floor, rubbing against her intimately, her nerves tingling at his
touch.
He reaches up, stroking along her neck and dipping his finger into her
mouth, the other hand covering her breast. And she feels her orgasm coming,
stretching along her limbs, making them shiver and tighten as her brain
stops working and she thunders to a close. Lindsey's voice breaks through,
but she can't make out the words and she feels the hat fall from her head as
the lull comes. Kate collapses forward, fingers seeking out Lindsey's body
as she whispers satisfaction in his ear.
"That was so good, so fucking good, Lindsey."
"I know, sweetheart," he brushes her hair away from her ear and kisses it.
"I love making love to you."
She sighs against his skin, her nakedness sinking in as she notices his
fingers trailing up and down her spine, his hips still. The dampness between
her thighs starts to sink down and she realizes he finished too - dangerous
for both of them and in her pleasure, she can't make herself concerned
enough to comment. Kate likes feeling him against her, inside her even when
they're both spent - feels intimate in a manner beyond flesh.
"So do I see the real entertainment now?"
He chuckles and rolls; bringing her underneath him as he covers her face
with kisses. "I guess something can be arranged. Maybe I can put you on a
guest pass. Course, you'd have to go through this every time until I'm
satisfied you qualify..."
He stops mid-sentence as she beats lightly against his chest, grinning and
kissing in the afternoon light. And when it's time for them to dress and
leave, she feels oddly unwilling, catches his eye and sees the longing there
too. They drive back to the city slowly, her head resting on his shoulder as
he wraps his arm round her back. There's a pleasant contentment here,
something she doesn't want to question and doesn't dare ask how long it can
last.
They draw closer to her door and it's with some reluctance that he lets go
of her hand to open it. Kate turns back, open door behind her and Lindsey's
lean body a tempting foot away.
"Do you want to come in? I don't have champagne, but..."
He smiles at her and takes her hand again, fingers entwining and making her
shiver. And she can't resist it, she wants more, wants to taste him again
and leans forward, touching his lips lightly before he moans and draws her
in. They seem to stand there an eternity as tongues explore, lips tingling
under the assault of a passion and newness.
She steps back, running her tongue over her lips as his taste lingers.
"So...do you want to?"
"I'd love to, but I can't."
She shakes off the disappointment and shrugs. "Well maybe some other time."
"Definitely."
He leans in to kiss her again, lips whispering over her own. "Come over
Thursday, I'll cook."
She can't help the chuckle that slips out. "You? Cook?"
"You think I live on take-out?"
Kate shakes her head and runs her hand along his.
"I thought it was all expensive dinners with affluent crooks."
"That's only from Monday to Wednesday. Thursday I cook."
"Oh. Well...I'll be there. It's probably going to be late though - I have
this thing I have to do with my Dad."
"Dinner at nine then?"
She nods and tries to will her body to step inside the apartment. It seems
to echo in its room for one.
"I'll see you then, I guess"
Lindsey runs his tongue briefly over his upper lip before tipping his hat,
"Ma'am."
She watches until he turns the corner, hears the tap of his boots as he
leaves the building. And as she walks round her apartment, she can't stop
imagining him there, willing and amiable, dirty grin and seductive accent as
he takes an interest in her. She wonders if this, the knowing that sense and
reason argue against them being together, is the reason she's missed out on
relationships before. When she slips into the tub, washing the remnants of
their lovemaking from her body, she wonders if this is more than just
dangerous and where her sense goes when he's with her.
And why it is that when he's with her, the world fades away.
She doesn't want it to come back.
~~~
End part three
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