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Straight and Narrow
Part V - The Party
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: As always, to ethrosdemon for her honesty and Lar for technical and wicked
evil support. To Rabbit for her recollections of the eighties and for Donna,
who doesn't want to read this and has been tortured into it. You all rock.
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Lindsey rolls over, arm outstretched as he wakes up. He registers the warm
body next to him without surprise, but it's still a good feeling and one he
hasn't had in a while. Moving closer under the blankets, he wraps his arms
round Kate and draws her toward him, back flush against his chest, thighs
curved against his own. He likes the beat he can feel echoed and the way she
wriggles back, gaining more contact with his bare flesh. There's more than
just comfort in waking up in company - it reassures him that he exists
outside court and the office and that Lindsey McDonald doesn't just inspire
fear and loathing in LA.
He opens his eyes, blonde hair against his face. She murmurs as he shifts
and he wonders what time she has to leave - how much room he has to
maneuver. Somewhere in the night they've lost contact and he misses being
inside her. It's not just the sex, although he really likes the sex, but
there's an intimacy he hasn't felt in forever and he doesn't want to lose
it. Lindsey feels her stir, moving back against his hips as he pushes
forward. He hopes she's awake enough to feel him, hard against the curve of
her ass. Before he has to get up, leave this fragment of reality and go back
into the mire, he wants something to take with him.
"Kate," he whispers, hand sliding down her side as he tries to rouse her.
"You awake, sweetheart?"
He can hear her mumble, though the words are hard to pick out, so he slips
his hand below her arm, cupping her breast as his fingers tease the
stiffening flesh. Nuzzling her ear, Lindsey rocks his hips against her,
pleased as she presses back. When she moans softly he edges back away from
her, waiting until she rolls over to fill the space before he touches her
again.
"Don't leave me."
He hears the sleepy pleasure in her voice and slides over, her thighs
parting as he rests between. Kisses his way down from her forehead until he
meets her lips, pliant and soft as she wakes. She's so warm, he thinks as
her hands stroke his back, he can't be lonely when she's here. When she
finally opens her eyes, he recognizes the happiness they both find
unfamiliar, recognizes the need and the knowledge that this is still
dangerous.
"I have to be at work soon."
"So do I." Lindsey slides his hand down and brushes between her parted
thighs. "I want something to think about between clients."
He runs his fingers over the quivering skin until she gasps.
"Something soft..."
Feels the wetness beneath his fingertips and curls them round, plucks gently
at the raised flesh.
"...Wet..."
Slides his middle finger up, feels her tense at the intrusion, clenching
around him and he really doesn't want to wait. Lindsey nudges her face with
his nose, and she turns to him, rumpled and guileless - here no one has any
alternate plans.
"...Open."
Kate kisses him, energy still a hazy memory, desire very evident. He slips
both hands to her thighs and pushes forward, bumping against flesh and
hipbone until he finds the moist opening. She arches up to him, sighing
deeply as he enters in one slow thrust. And it's all rocking now - covered
and close, face against face, fine layers of perspiration building between
them as they slide home.
It occurs to Lindsey that he hasn't had lazy morning sex before. It wasn't
there when he was a teenager and no one's stayed round long enough to
experiment into his adulthood. He opens his eyes and leans back, watching as
she moves, trying to reassure himself that this is his - he can live here.
And when she comes, muscles throbbing round him, he gives in and lets all
his tension flow out, flooding her body and soul. He lies still for a
moment, her hands stroking his neck until she pushes him off. Lindsey
watches as she moves to the bathroom, body still tingling, only needing a
few minutes before they can continue. But work threatens and when he follows
her in, Lindsey stares deliberately at himself in the mirror, ignoring the
steamy build up in his shower. And when she dresses, he tries not to linger
on her skin - sees her noticing and offers a sheepish grin.
"I can give you a lift."
Kate shakes her head and pulls her shoes on. "I like to stay out of trouble
early in the morning."
"I'm trouble?"
"In a wholly illegal way."
Lindsey turns to her, still naked, still aroused. She can't hide the grin
and he can pick out the shine of the well-fucked on her face. He wonders who
else will see it. Sliding his hand round her waist, he licks along the line
of her lower lip.
"You going to arrest me, Detective?"
"Depends how bad my day gets."
"So you're planning to see me again today?"
He sees the uncertainty on her face, knows she's wondering if this is
pushing it - if they're seeing too much of each other too soon. He
understands there's a risk here, understands she doesn't want to lay herself
open for rejection, but he doesn't know how to tell her that's not an issue
with him. He doesn't have that kind of language.
But he wants to learn.
"I'd like to see you tonight."
She smiles and kisses him. "I think I can arrange that. We're going out?"
Lindsey slides his hands down to her ass and pulls her against him. "It's an
option."
She chuckles and walks away, picking up her purse. "I'll leave the details
to you then."
"Oh fuck, wait. No, I can't."
She looks up at him in amusement and he can't tell whether she's hurt or
not.
"Well that was the quickest date I've had cancelled."
He shakes his head. "I have this thing with work. Holland's hosting a dinner
party."
"And you have to go?"
Lindsey shrugs and reaches for her hand. "He's my boss. He doesn't
understand 'no'."
"There are laws about that you know."
He grins back at her as a new possibility comes to him.
"Come with me."
Kate laughs and pulls away. "You've got to be joking."
"I'm not. Come on, be my guest...my escort."
"Men don't have escorts."
"What do they have?"
"They do the escorting."
Lindsey edges nearer and runs his finger down the open neck of her shirt.
"Let me escort you, then?"
"Into the lions' den? No thanks."
His finger reaches the lace covering her breast and he feels her breathe in,
knows he's on the winning side here. "Take your gun, protect me."
"You don't need protection."
He slides it down, strokes the already hard nipple and feels her arch up
into his palm. "You might."
"So why would I go?"
He hears the submission in her breathy reply, slips his arm round her waist
as he bends to her ear. "I'll spend the rest of the night making you come,
any way you want, any where you want."
Lindsey kisses her, feels rather than hears her sigh and tries to resist
fucking her right here. Better to let it build 'till tonight. Better not to
get fired for being late.
"Anywhere?"
"I'll fuck you in the middle of the dinner table if it turns you on."
She smiles and backs away to the door. "Coffee tables are more my thing."
"So you'll come?"
She opens the door and stares back at him.
"I thought that's what you promised me."
Lindsey steps forward, figures he can write off a late morning every now and
then. But she's out of his reach, and he has tonight to wait for.
And he has some planning to do.
~~~
Lee waits until the secretary goes for her coffee break before entering
Lindsey's office. He's being quite prudent, as far as Lee's concerned. He's
waited a full three days before trying to find something in Lindsey's files
to tell him what's going on in the affairs of his southern counterpart.
After Holland's reprieve, Lindsey's been acting as though nothing can touch
him, shrugging off any little jibe and seeming wholly unconcerned with inter
office politics.
There's nothing here though. Nothing that reveals anything more than Lindsey
's current clientele, and while on another day that would be interesting,
Lee needs something more concrete to go on - dirt he can make stick. He
frowns and checks the drawers - locked - before reluctantly admitting to
himself that he's going to have to try harder and not in here.
As the door opens, he smiles as brightly and as insincerely as he can. It's
almost a disappointment when he's faced with someone other than Lindsey.
"You McDonald?"
Lee takes in the stranger's face, picks up on the cop vibe before he catches
sight of the holster, recognizes that he wouldn't have made it this far into
the building if his credentials didn't check out.
"No, I'm Lee Mer..."
"Where's McDonald?"
Lee drops his hand and wonders if academy training teaches this level of
intolerance or if it's something ingrained. He tries to focus - information
and utilization.
"Can I ask why you're here, Officer...?"
The grunt glares at him before indicating the door. "Lockley. I have some
business to discuss with Mr. McDonald. Now can you tell me where I can find
him?"
"I'm afraid he's not in yet. Is there anything I can help you with?"
He sees the man start to shake his head before apparently thinking better of
it.
"Do you know him well?"
Lee grins and this time the sincerity is evident. This is personal, not
official - there's room to play here. Perhaps he can gather a little outside
information here, put it away until he needs it.
"Forgive me for prying, but is this connected to Lindsey's involvement with
one of your officers?"
Lee sees the shot hit home and works over the link here. Lover? Father?
Uncle?
"Because if it's personal information you want, I'm sure we can discuss this
in my office, which is considerably more comfortable than this one."
"You don't like him, then."
Her hears the statement and walks toward him, arm held out to guide Officer
Lockley out of this door and into his own environment.
"Let's say I wouldn't be distraught if it was discovered he was acting
inappropriately."
"That slang?"
Lee shuts the door behind him and edges down the hall.
"No Officer, it's a promise to tell you what you need to know."
~~~
Kate brushes her hair back behind her ears, the dress she's been fretting
over all evening is now definitely a bad choice. If she sits, she'll mark
it, and if she stands, she's flashing a hell of a lot of leg to a crowd of
people she really doesn't want to be around. Lindsey's appreciation aside,
she's pretty damn sure she should have worn something a whole lot more
subtle and tried to blend into the wallpaper.
She hasn't seen a female neck that isn't festooned in expensive jewelry and
though she's aware part of it is envy, Kate wonders if any of it has been
bought honestly. Her fingers itch with the need to touch her gun, feel its
security next to her body. She feels quite naked here without it and Lindsey
's boss has been keeping a barrier between them - shipping him off to make
conversation with everyone but her. It's been some consolation to see
Lindsey looking back at her, unable to do anything this evening without
reassuring himself that she's still around. It's some comfort, but not
enough to cover for being forcibly abandoned.
"All alone, Detective?"
She turns and looks up to the seemingly constant smile of Holland Manners.
When Lindsey introduced them earlier, she felt an instant dislike had taken
place. On some levels that works for her - she's used to being with people
who would happily see her dead. But Lindsey so desperately wants to please
him and it leaves her in unfamiliar territory. She's not good at flattery
and figures she's too old to start now.
"It's just Kate, here, Mr. Manners."
He tilts his head to one side, and she can't shake the feeling that he's
examining her for some flaw. It doesn't help her mood, so Kate pushes her
luck.
"If I was on duty, I'm pretty sure I'd be writing out arrest warrants."
That grin doesn't waver and Kate looks around for Lindsey, but he's out of
sight and she's stuck with the stick insect. Holland offers her a drink from
a passing waitress and she accepts, aware that this is some kind of test and
unable to pass judgment.
"It's nice," she manages, "not my usual, but I guess it'll do."
"It's very good. Fine wine is something of an obsession of mine, Kate. And
fortunately I'm in a position to indulge as one day Lindsey will too."
She knocks the drink back and puts in the table. "If wine's what works for
him."
"Indeed." His smile drops a little as Holland savors his wine. "I can't
quite put my finger on Lindsey's particular passion. Perhaps you'd care to
enlighten me."
She rolls her eyes and turns to look for him again. "You got me, Mr.
Manners. I don't know him all that well."
"Then perhaps at a later date."
There's silence for a few minutes, and while it's uncomfortable, Kate doesn'
t want to fill it. She keeps hoping Holland will get tired of talking to a
wall and go away.
"I was expecting Lindsey to come alone this evening. It's such a pity for
you that he's so busy. You must find us dull company."
"Dull isn't the word I'd use, Mr. Manners."
He raises his eyebrows, amused.
"Really? What word would you use, Miss Lockley?"
"I'm more comfortable seeing you work the other side of the fence."
She watches that point sink home but Holland looks a whole lot less annoyed
than she'd like him to be.
"Come now, Miss Lockley, no business of that nature tonight. I'm certain a
young woman with your...assets...is well aware how important it is for
someone in Lindsey's position to remain clear of troubling connections."
She frowns at him then and her hand slides to her waist and the protection
that isn't there.
"Meaning me?"
"Oh heaven's no. You're a fine upstanding officer of the law. I've never
presumed to make comment on any of Lindsey's romantic entanglements."
He smiles as Lindsey comes back into view.
"In some ways it's reassuring that for once he's involved with someone as
suitable as yourself."
Kate flushes and stares down, trying to bite down on the implications and on
the stupidity of how much she's letting Holland get to her. But it's hard,
and even when she smells Lindsey's cologne, feels his hand slip to her
waist, she can still feel the heat on her cheeks, the tension in her body.
"Ah Lindsey, I was just talking to your delightful guest."
"I'm sorry I wasn't here for that."
He directs the statment toward Holland, but Kate knows it's meant for her.
He feels so solid here - she just wishes she could relax and wade through
the evening. But she can't shake the blush and excuses herself, hitting the
bathroom to splash cool water on her face.
~~~
The black tiles with the gold veins just seem like a continuation of Holland
's ostentatious taste. She stares at herself in the huge wall mirror,
checking that she doesn't look as bad as she feels. And somehow it's worse,
because here she is in the middle of all this opulence, looking like the
poor relation and feeling vulnerable. She doesn't like that at all - she's
used to more control than this and more than once she curses the afterglow
for making her think this was a good idea.
"I take it Holland's being his usual charming self."
Kate spins round, heart beating faster as she sees Lindsey leaning against
the doorframe.
"Don't do that - you made me jump."
He shrugs and walks inside, locking the door behind him.
"Why are you locking that?"
"You looked bored."
Kate bites her lip before nodding. "Well I thought I was coming here with
you. I know you have to circulate, but I don't like standing on the ice burg
all evening."
He walks slowly toward her and Kate wishes her body wasn't so susceptible to
his laid back charm.
"I know. That's why I'm here."
"To join me on the ice burg?"
He shakes his head and she can almost taste him, he's that close.
"To get you warmed up."
"And what exactly does that entail? Big coat? Hot water bottle?"
Lindsey leans forward, both hands on the vanity unit, surrounding her. She
can't help but lean back, bends under him and feels the tingle flush through
her body. His lips hover above hers, breath coating her lips, cooling her
cheeks, sending all that heat elsewhere.
"We can't have sex in here."
"Why not?"
Kate struggles to think straight. They're in Holland's bathroom - in the
middle of the party from Hell and all she can focus on right now is how hard
Lindsey is in his expensive suit and how she's never made love in front of a
mirror.
"Let me make you come, Kate. I want to see you come in here, feel you..."
She swallows hard, his mouth brushing against hers as he talks. "How?"
Lindsey grins and slides his hands to her hips, lifting her and settling her
on the vanity. "Got to get the taste of that wine out of my mouth somehow."
She opens her mouth to chastise him but the words seem to get lost as he
moves quickly, slipping her panties off and kneeling between her thighs. She
breathes in sharply as his tongue, cool and wet, slides along her inner
thigh, triggering off nerve endings. She moves to close her legs, trapping
his head between but Lindsey's hands are there, firm on her thighs, holding
her wide open as he laps at her. She drops her head back when he runs his
tongue over and over the tiny veins that run where her legs meet her torso.
Kate's hands spread back against the tiles as Lindsey explores, feels him
touching little pressure points he knows she likes, taking his time as he
licks and sucks. When he captures the tender skin that peaks into his mouth,
she groans loudly, leaning forward, unable to move away from those lips,
suddenly very aware of the mirror opposite. Takes in the picture they make -
heels still on, legs held apart as Lindsey's head moves against her skin.
She's never been quite able to see herself as sexy, figures her nature's too
ironic to go down that path, but here and now she can't avoid the view. She
wonders if he feels her increased arousal as she watches him going down on
her.
When he sinks his tongue inside her, flicking in and out as he kisses and
teases her skin, Kate cries out, sees her reflection follow and swears that
whenever she redecorates her bathroom she's having one of these installed.
She moans his name as he works faster, hands sliding to his hair, feeling as
though the only thing that's holding her on here is his mouth. He stops a
moment, looks up and she knows he's aware what she's looking at. She can
feel Lindsey grin against the wet flesh, pushing and then sucking so hard
that she comes thunderously quickly, her head ringing as liquid lightning
spreads throughout her body.
It's so powerful that for a moment, Kate doesn't hear the knock at the door,
or the concerned voice outside. Lindsey's still pressed against her, kissing
where she's hot and licking where she's wet. He doesn't show any sign of
moving and Kate tries to gather her senses to reply.
"Hello? Kate - are you all right in there?"
"I'm fine. I have...er..." Kate looks down at Lindsey, drinks in his
seductive grin and can't help herself, "I was just a little overcome."
"It's probably the wine. Do you want to lie down, dear?"
She feels him stand, feels the pressure of his cock against her skin, the
texture of his pants rough and not entirely unwelcome. But they can't do
this here - can't hold off Holland's wife while they both rock towards a
shared climax. They can't come out of here together, either.
"I'll be fine. Do you have any aspirin?"
"Yes - I'll go find it for you."
Kate stills until she hears Mrs. Manners walk away. She meets Lindsey's
fuck-me-now stare with a determined expression and pushes him back. He
reaches for her again, but Kate's resolute - he has to get out of here
before she comes back.
"Where's my panties?"
Lindsey shakes his head and kisses her hard, hips rocking up against her,
willing her to let him in. And she wants to do that - she just can't do it
here.
"Did you like that?"
"God yes. But you have to..."
Lindsey nuzzles at her lips, hands everywhere, unwilling to be put off.
"You liked watching?"
And it would be so easy now to give in, just roll down onto the cushioned
floor and fuck him as quickly and as hard as she can. But Kate finds the
will to walk away, snatches her panties off him and walks him back to the
door.
"Go, just...Lindsey, go."
He grins as she shuts the door behind him, senses him through the door until
he walks away and Kate promises herself that she'll make it up to him as
soon as she can. That and she'll stick close to him until his erection
softens at the party below. When Mrs. Manners returns, she opens the door
and passes her both water and aspirin. Kate's aware she's in the presence of
a good hostess and smiles as best she can.
"You do look a little flushed. Are you sure you don't want to lie down?"
"I'll be fine. Thank you for this."
"Oh you're welcome. Everyone's sitting down for dinner now, so you're just
in time."
Kate smiles honestly this time and gestures behind her. "You have a lovely
bathroom."
Her hostess shakes her head and moves gracefully down the stairs. "Really? I
'm not so fond of it. But then it's the guest bathroom and Holland likes
it."
She glances in and Kate sees her reassure herself that it isn't to her
taste.
"It's just a little too decadent for me."
She follows her down to the dinner table as Lindsey takes her hand, edging
to his seat carefully. She can still see the distinctive mound in his pants,
but to his presumable relief, it's not as visible. Still, she likes the way
he holds her hand beneath the table, guesses they're both thinking about a
little mealtime groping. But she's held out until now, and figures Lindsey
can at least wait until they get home and she doesn't have to see Holland's
smirk.
Dinner itself is more than palatable, and Lindsey seems to have figured a
way of eating without using his left hand. She doesn't feel as dexterous and
struggles to finish her dinner. Kate can feel Holland watching them, waiting
for her to make a fool of herself. It leaves her quiet, trying to work out
what to do next and whether to just overplay besotted girlfriend.
She nibbles at everything until dessert comes - brandy snaps filled with
cream and fresh fruit. Kiwi and passion fruit entwined with a light
sprinkling of something Kate thinks is ginger, but isn't sure. She moans in
delight as it hits her tongue, meeting Lindsey's bemused glance with a
shrug. It's just that good. And as the other guests leave, Kate finds
herself in the kitchen, talking to Holland's wife, sneaking both the recipe
and a good-sized sample out. She slides in the car next to Lindsey, curling
the dessert in her hands as he drives them home.
"You really like that, huh?"
Kate nods and leans back in the seat, sliding her shoes off in the company
car. "God yeah. I don't have the time or the talent, but this is what I
imagine I'd make. If I could. Which I can't, so...eating."
They pull away from the house and Kate breathes out, finally rid of
Holland, out of his sight and his home.
"That relieved to get away?"
"I'm pretty sure the feeling's mutual."
Lindsey doesn't look at her, but she sense that he wants to. She gets the
impression he wants to apologize, or explain, or just say something but he's
quiet and Kate's not used to that.
"I can't see me getting a regular invite, anyway."
"I thought that would suit you just fine."
She shrugs and watches the road ahead, lights flickering as Lindsey drives.
"Why did you take me there, anyway? You knew it wasn't going to be love at
first sight."
"I wanted to be with you."
"We could have met up afterwards, or another day, even."
Kate isn't entirely sure why she's prodding - maybe it's the ingained
detective, but she doesn't like feeling vulnerable. And tonight's been a
prime example of why. Even that down time in the bathroom didn't lose the
tension - just built it up until she's both horny and angry and in a place
she can't do anything about it.
"So why?"
Lindsey glances over at her and she picks up the genuine hurt and annoyance.
"I don't usually take anyone."
"Your usual dates don't come up to Holland's standards?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Your dates," says Kate, aware she's pissing him off, "Holland was enjoying
himself telling me how crappy they all are."
"And you thought he was including you?"
"Wasn't he? Or is that why you took me over there tonight - show them you
could be a good boy."
She sees Lindsey's hands tighten on the wheel, knows she's pushing it too
far. And yet she can't seem to stop herself. All relationships end up crappy
sooner or later; she figures she's better off starting knowing how that
works.
"I don't stop thinking about you."
"What?"
He frowns and Kate gets it. She's just not sure what to do with piece of
information yet. Maybe she should file it under 'reasons to not freak that
you're dating the enemy'.
"Never?"
"Well I try and avoid it when I'm in the men's room, but pretty much,
never."
They drive on and Kate considers it all - takes in the lean frame next to
her, the heady need of being near him. She's not stupid and she's not about
to deny that she likes him, that she really likes him. But she isn't about
to start equating mutual like for something more. Kate's never seen rainbows
and romance as part of her life and she doesn't think she can start
accepting something on those lines now.
And all the time she knows that this could all change in the moment - that
one of them stops feeling the thrill and makes those 'sorry it's not working
out' lines that always hit you hard, even when it's what you're expecting.
But when she closes her eyes she can see his face, his body next to hers,
private time in which the only thing that matters is what passes between
them. And she can live in that space forever. She can see herself waking to
that low voice every morning, accent stronger when he's just woken, lawyer
missing, man most definitely here.
Kate just doesn't have the words to tell him.
"So, you going to eat all that?"
Kate looks down at the napkin and dips her finger into the cream. "I could
share."
"You're enough of a distraction without feeding me, too."
She sucks it off her fingers and savors the bitter-sweet tang. "And I had
you down as a multi-tasker."
He snorts and focuses on the road. And Kate isn't ready to lose his
attention just yet, so she takes his hand and scoops up a good quantity,
sucking it off with appreciative noises that make her feel flaky. She's
never going to be a good actress, but she groans as she licks at it,
swirling her tongue round his fingers, remembering how he felt against her.
And by the time she sucks it into her mouth, she swears she can hear him
moan. She hears a horn beep nearby and grins as she feels his hand shake as
he pulls away.
"You sure you don't want some?"
"You want us to crash?"
"I'm trusting you with the driving, I'm just feeding."
He looks down and she knows he's staring at her bare legs, guesses what he'd
like to do and shivers.
"You'll kill us both, darlin' if you keep me looking there."
She shrugs and slides her finger to his already parted lips. "Oh I'm sure
you could talk your way out of it with Death."
"Improper use of a scythe, or something."
"I'm sure you could come up with something that would stick."
She runs her finger over his mouth, his tongue licking until he shakes his
head, smearing a good deal over his cheek. He laughs and leans away.
"Kate..."
"God, I'm sorry, let me clean that for you."
Kate reaches into her purse and pulls out her panties, wipes his face clean
before laying them on the dashboard. It's almost a full minute before he
looks and then there's the crunch of gravel and squeal of tires as he swings
over, cars swerving past them as he knocks it into park. She hits her hand
against the roof and closes her eyes, stunned and unable to quell this
amoral horny streak she's on. And when she looks again, she can feel the
seat belt flying back as he reaches for her, slides her onto his lap almost
before she knows what he's doing.
"Lindsey...we're on the freeway."
He says nothing, but she can feel his hands moving over her back, zipper
wrenched down and straps torn at as he finds her skin with his mouth.
"I could arrest you for this."
And his hands slide down beneath her, tickling at her exposed flesh until
she moans, the seat tilted back now as he slides open his pants. Lindsey
finds her breast, sucks her nipple through the torn dress and she breathes
in, hands flat against the roof as he pushes up and inside her. When she
cries out he stretches his hand up, pulling at her shoulder as he grinds
into her body, other hand curved round her ass. Kate barely has time to gasp
as he fucks her, head banging into the roof as Lindsey pants, hipbones
banging against her inner thighs. And when he comes, shuddering inside her,
Kate couldn't give a fuck if they were center stage for every driver that
passes by.
He breathes heavily against her neck, still moving slowly. "Let's get home,
before I do something that'll really get us arrested."
"What did you have in mind?"
Lindsey pulls her mouth to his, kissing and nibbling along as he squeezes
her ass.
"Fucking you six ways from Sunday."
Her breath catches at the drawl and she wriggles back against him, ready to
continue right here.
"Only six ways?"
~~~
The door slams back as Lindsey carries Kate inside, her legs wrapped round
his waist. He's pretty sure he should have had a speeding ticket on the way
home, but since she was reluctant to stop touching him at all, and he can't
seem to get past christening every area of his apartment, he thinks they're
forgiven.
At any rate, he doesn't care.
"I got to be inside you Kate, want you to let me in."
She doesn't say a thing, just returns his kisses with a mutual passion. The
dress he knows she's been worrying about all evening rips to the waist as he
tears at it and Lindsey has to spend time on her breasts, has to suck on
each nipple in turn and wait for her to moan and beg just that little bit
more. He doesn't feel sophisticated now - none of that overhanging style
working now as he pushes her against the wall and thrusts against her.
She pulls at his jacket, stiff black material thrown to the floor. And he
likes the way her hands feel as she pulls at his shirt, bare skin against
bare skin as they slide to the carpet, between her thighs when she pushes
against him. It takes a hell of a lot of control to sit back, to let go of
her as he takes in the creamy tone of her skin.
Kate lifts her thighs, rests them on Lindsey's and he grins at the view.
Pulls the dress away and runs his hands up her legs, brushing over her hips
as he meets her belly, sliding up, one breast in each hand as he squeezes
gently. He could slide home now so easily, watch as his cock disappears
inside her, pulling out and pushing back slowly, feeling her contract round
him as she welcomes him in.
"What are you waiting for?"
He hears the breathless pleading and grins, fingers so warm where he touches
her. "I like looking at you."
She closes her eyes and winces and Lindsey figures she just doesn't get
that - doesn't see that she's beautiful, doesn't get that she's sexy and
sure as hell doesn't get that he wants to see and touch all at the same
time.
"I like the way your nipples get all hard under my fingers." He grins and
plucks softly until it lies hard against his palm. "Just look at that, all
stiff now."
Kate breathes out, looking up at him until Lindsey realizes it's either been
a long time or never since anyone paid her this much attention. "Now I know
you taste good here," he says, brushing his hand between her thighs, "and I'
m pretty sure you taste good here too. Mind if I check?"
He waits until she murmurs a yes and bends to the task, tongue running over
and round, feeling it in his mouth, grazing lightly against his teeth. He
feels her hands in his hair, catching in the strands as he sucks harder. Her
hips buck against him and he can smell how wet she is now, knows that
sliding in is going to be like sheathing himself in wet silk. He lets her
wrap her legs round as she uses his thigh for friction and Lindsey wonders
how long until she begs. He promises himself that he won't fuck her until
she moans. He doesn't want to give in and this be over too soon.
"You like that?"
"Yeah. Don't stop."
"How about this?"
He slides to her hips, nips at the flesh and hears her moan. "Want me to
stay here?"
"No."
Lindsey looks up at her, hears the breathy sigh and runs his fingertips over
the fine skin.
"Higher?"
"Lower."
"You have something in mind, Detective?"
Kate shivers and gets to her elbows as Lindsey trails his fingers down
between her spread thighs. "Think you could come with my tongue inside you?"
"Lindsey..."
He bends his head and licks along the moist skin. "Could you, Kate?"
She breathes out and meets his gaze. "You know I would."
"Yeah, I do." Lindsey sits up and pulls the last of his clothes free. "But I
want to watch you."
The puzzled expression she wears stays even when he carries her over to the
closet. And when he pulls open the door, Kate stares at the mirror before
looking back at him, uncertain and breathless. Sliding back against her,
Lindsey kisses her, lips touching and teasing as he draws her down. He sits
back on his heels and shifts until she's on his lap, hard cock now pressing
against her ass. And as she realizes what he wants, Kate looks into the
mirror, smile lingering as she sits up.
"You really want to watch."
He nods and nibbles her shoulder. "I want to see everything."
She swallows and presses back against his erection, visible in the mirror
now and he slides his hand in front of her, finding the soft flesh and
holding her open as he pushes up. "I love being inside you, you're so warm,
you know that."
He stops as the head stays trapped inside her, watching as she squirms and
tries to press down. But he likes seeing them connect and holds her there a
minute, other hand sliding under her breast, watching as she leans back
against him. He pushes up as he feels her catch her breath. "Gonna make you
come, Kate. Gonna make you come as I fuck you."
And she moves on him slowly, rising and falling as he catches the sensitive
skin and rubs it between thumb and forefinger. And he can see all of her
now, squeezing and riding him as he brings her close. Feels her hands reach
his fingers, urging him faster and he grins at her in the mirror, sees the
wetness slide down the base of his cock.
"I could make love to you all night, Kate. Could stay inside you, kiss
you..." he nibbles her neck as he feels her shiver, "...feel you tense
before you come, feel you squeeze my cock when you do."
She groans loudly and squeezes his hand, body reacting to his as orgasm
rocks her system. And he waits until she comes down before he starts to move
again. And this time there's no check in his pace, or in hers and they grind
against each other, eyes locked and hands covering flesh. When she rolls her
hips, he groans loudly and knows he can't hold out, knows she's pulling him
there and can't hide the grin as he comes. Face flushing, body tensing as it
flows from him to her. And all the time she's watching him, fingers entwined
with his as Lindsey realizes he doesn't walk away from this.
And when he takes her to bed, arms wrapped round each other and soft kisses
before they sleep, Lindsey wants to tell her he doesn't want this to end.
But the only word he can think of isn't what he wants to say, and he keeps
holding her even when he sleeps, arms tight round her despite the heat.
He can't let go.
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End of part five
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