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A Quick Tryst	By : ozarkmoon Category: 1 through F > Elementary Views: 1798 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A QUICK TRYST - TWO
Don’t own, making no money. Just playing.
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Susan had not sounded upset when he called to tell her he was running about thirty minutes late. “Thank god! I took a nap this afternoon and woke up just a while ago. By the time you get here, I should be ready. Just flash your badge at the front desk and come on up.”
Thomas stopped and bought a pair of lilac roses in a dark purple vase at the florist shop near the crime scene they just cleared. He hesitated at the counter of the bodega next door, debating with himself about being prepared versus being over-confident. Deciding for the former, he grabbed a box of condoms and threw down a ten, leaving the cashier with change.
The woman who answered the door of the suite looked nothing like the one who’d been in his office two days ago. Well, the face was familiar and those deep brown eyes were the same. But the rat’s nest of hair that had been crammed up into a stocking cap was transformed into loose, dark brown curls that hung past her shoulders. And the dress; he let out a low whistle as he studied her figure, all those lovely curves hugged by the green silk. The fabric was gathered from all directions to a spot right under her breasts, which were highlighted by the deep neckline. “Wow. You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She reached up and straightened his tie. “You look rather dapper yourself. Now, what are you hiding back there?”
He brought the vase from behind him and handed it to her. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this. Is it still okay to give a lady flowers?”
“Yes, perfectly fine.” She took the vase and sniffed the roses. “Oh these are very nice. Come on in.” Susan headed to the right towards the living room.
Shutting the door, he followed and took off his coat. God, she even looked great from behind. Those black heels certainly made her walk slower and showed off her ass. He took a deep breath to calm himself. There was still dinner to get through.
Susan put the flowers on the desk and turned toward him. “I have to admit, I am a bit nervous.”
Thomas stepped forward and took her hands in his. “You - the woman who was so forward last night?” he teased. “When we hung up, did you do what you said?”
Her cheeks flushed a bit, but she nodded. “Twice. And you?”
“Once last night and once this morning.” They shared a chuckle. “So don’t be nervous. I promise I won’t push, alright?”
She nodded. “Okay. We’ll do only what we both agree on. Right now, I’d like to kiss you - is that agreeable?”
He smiled. “Very.” Her hands held onto his shoulders and his arms went around her waist. The first touch of their lips was soft, tentative. The second a bit more certain as they each got a feel for the other. When they parted, he kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”
“And thank you. The flowers were a nice surprise. Now the pressure is off you to make a move for the first kiss. The rest I leave up to you.” He nodded.
“Ready to go? It’s a bit chilly out,” he warned. “Do you have a coat?”
She walked back down the hall and pulled a black cashmere wrap off the hanger. He watched as Susan pulled it around her shoulders and checked her pockets. “Ready.”
“No bag?” He was surprised - most women he knew took a large satchel even for a walk around the block.
“ID and credit card here,” she patted her right side. “A few bills and lip gloss here,” she patted the left. “Oh, I do want to bring these.” Susan leaned down and snagged a pair of black flats. “I’m guessing there’s no need for a weapon…”
Thomas laughed and pulled on his coat. “I’ve got that part covered.” He took the room keycard she handed him and put it in his jacket.
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The entire evening seemed almost effortless. They chatted about sports on the drive to the restaurant. She endeared herself to the owner by speaking flawless Italian and complimenting the food. Conversation meandered from favorite movies and music to books and politics. Thomas could not remember a time when he felt so at ease with a new person. Dessert had been shared and after-dinner coffee was done.
“I am stuffed. Thank you for bringing me here - the meal was wonderful.” Susan stretched out a bit in the booth and leaned against his side.
“You’re welcome. The company has made the evening fly by.” His arm went around her shoulder and he leaned over to kiss her cheek.
“I hope that doesn’t mean it’s over.”
“It doesn’t have to. Promise to kick my ass to the curb when you get tired of me.” She laughed.
“Don’t think that is going to happen any time soon. Can we take a walk in the neighborhood here? I need to stretch my legs a bit.” She sat up and bumped his thigh, indicating she wanted him to move.
He stood up and helped her out. “Sure. Want to change shoes?” She nodded. “Let me pay the bill and we can go.”
Her hand on his made him stop. “Let me at least leave the tip, Thomas. It was my idea.”
“No, ma’am.” She started to protest and he leaned over. “Next time you pay.”
“Deal.” Susan headed over to get their coats.
It was only an early fall chill and the walking kept them warm. It was a mixed neighborhood - store fronts at street level, apartments upstairs. Mostly quiet and a few older homes half way down the block. He was surprised at her knowledge of architecture and they stopped to study several buildings up and down the block. Each time, Thomas leaned over and kissed her. She was receptive to each move he made, which only prompted him to be bolder.
The culmination of things came when they got back to his car. He’d parked behind the restaurant and there was only one light in the small space. As they got to the car, instead of opening the door, he spun her around to face him and pressed her back against the vehicle. Her mouth was still open in surprise when he leaned down and kissed her. His hands gently held her face as he angled to deepen the kiss. One leg worked between hers and Thomas nearly groaned as she pressed against it.
When he felt her left leg lift and hook around his hip, it was time to slow things down. “Not here. We’re not doing this in an alley,” he whispered.
“I believe we are doing this in an alley. We’re just not having sex here,” Susan retorted. “Unless you want to get in the backseat.”
“How would I explain that to the Commissioner when the local beat cop reports me?” His hands rested on her hips.
“I guess that would depend on how well-acquainted you are with the man. You could either apologize or plead lust. I have an idea; pull your left arm out of your coat,” she prompted. After he did, Susan pulled his coat around her on both sides and put his left hand down between her legs. “There, no one can see a thing. Your move, Thomas.”
His mouth was on hers in an instant as his fingers pulled the dress up. Lace. Jesus, she was wearing lace panties. He gently rubbed, making her hips wiggle. His finger angled lower and he stopped. The damn things had an opening. Thomas leaned back and she looked up, smiling. “You are one sexy woman,” he whispered before kissing her again.
How long had it been since a woman had responded this way to him? Christ he couldn’t remember. She was sexy. She was willing. And Sweet Mother, she was wet. Oh, so wet. He alternated between teasing her clit and gently pushing a finger into her. Somehow his brain convinced his mouth to say things he never would have before tonight.
“That feel good?” She gave a hum of agreement. “You are so wet, just from kissing me. Would you let me kiss you here?” Thomas rubbed her clit hard.
“You better kiss me there. I seem to remember liking that quite a bit.” This made him chuckle. Her hand reached down to join his. “Put your finger inside me,” she instructed.
As soon as he did, she pulled him down for another kiss. She rubbed the lace against her clit and he felt her orgasm start. Damn, that was a turn on - her taking charge and getting off with him helping. Just as she came, his finger went in a little deeper and curled forward. If his mouth had not been molded to hers, Susan probably would have slapped the self-satisfied smirk off his face when she let out a scream of completion.
Finally her body leaned back against the car. “Damn, that was nice. Thank you.” She pulled down her dress and cleared her throat. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to -“
“Don’t. We agreed.” Thomas lifted her face and kissed her. “No apologies needed.” She returned his smile and nodded. “May I escort you home, Miss Fowler?”
Before she could answer, his phone rang. “Damn.” He pulled it out and looked at the number calling in. “Sorry. It’s one of my detectives.”
Her hand patted his cheek. “No apologies.”
“Gregson.” He listened for a minute. “Yeah, I’m just a few blocks away at Il Bambino.” The phone was held down to his side. “Do you want me to take you home first?” Susan shook her head. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Once they were settled in the car and pulling out into the street, Thomas started apologizing again. “Look. You didn’t plan this. You are on call - it happens. At least we weren’t naked and in the middle of something,” she teased. “If it turns out you are tied up for a long time, I’ll just grab a cab and you can use that key when you’re done.”
“Lady, you are so gonna get rewarded when we finally get to the Ritz.” He pulled her hand up to his mouth and kissed her knuckles.
“I’m so gonna hold you to that, Mister.” She winked when he glanced over at her.
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Thomas had gotten his NYPD jacket out of the trunk and helped her into it before leaving her with a few uniforms while he went into the house to check out the crime scene. While she was waiting, Holmes and Watson arrived. They’d heard the call on the scanner and just dropped by, hoping for a case.
Sherlock grilled one of the officers as the women chatted away nearby. It turned out to be just your average domestic murder. No unknown suspect or motive. After a quick conversation with the consultants, Gregson led Agent Fowler back to his car.
“Watson, did you notice anything about the pair of them?” Holmes asked as they watched the captain drive down the street.
“No. Like what?” Joan turned to study his face.
“They both smelled of garlic and Gregson’s favorite Italian restaurant is just blocks from here. Agent Fowler was wearing flats, but there were marks on her ankles from a different type of shoe. The part of her dress that was visible indicated it was silk and rather figure-hugging. I do believe the captain has begun a foray into the world of dating.”
“It doesn’t necessarily mean that. They did work on a case together and she’s not from here. Maybe he just offered to show her a few sites and they ended up grabbing a meal.”
“Possibly - save for the fact that Miss Fowler reeked of female essence. If I’m not mistaken, they were engaged at the very least in heavy petting when they were interrupted.” He headed back to the car.
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It was nearly ten when they got back to the hotel. The car came to a stop and Susan turned in her seat. “Thomas, I’ve had a wonderful evening. Thank you. Now, you are more than welcome to come upstairs, but I understand this is a work night and you are on call. I won’t be insulted if you want to head home.” She smiled and reached out to squeeze his hand.
“I’m not due in ‘til nine. And I did promise you a reward. Can I come up with you?” He didn’t want to push, but he did want to spend more time with the woman.
“Of course. Where can you park?” She started looking up and down the street.
Thomas leaned over and popped open the glove box. He pulled out a special NYPD placard and put it on the dash. “Wherever I damn well please.” This made her laugh. He swung a U-turn in the street and found a spot half a block down.
The elevator door was about to close behind them when a voice called out to hold it. He didn’t even look away from her as he reached over to hit the button. Someone entered and pushed the 20 on the panel. They had just started to kiss when a deep voice interrupted. “Gregson?”
He straightened and turned. “Commissioner, how are you this evening, sir?”
“Fine, thank you. Working a case here?” The man studied the woman with his officer.
“No sir. I’m off duty this evening.”
“I see.” The man continued to look the woman up and down. “Have we met?”
“No. I would remember meeting an NYPD Commissioner who was over 6’3” with a voice like James Earl Jones,” she quipped, making him laugh. “Susan Fowler. Pleased to meet you.” She held out her hand and they shook.
“Joshua Jones. The pleasure is all mine. Do you work in law enforcement?”
She pulled out her badge and flashed it. “In a manner of speaking. SOCOM.” Either he would recognize the unit or pretend to.
The commissioner chuckled. “Don’t piss her off, Captain. Her unit trained the SEALS that got OBL.”
The bell chimed and the doors opened to her floor. “Not planning to, sir. Good night.” The couple exited quickly and headed to her suite.
They both smiled while taking off their coats. “I’ve never heard that man laugh before.”
“Good. Next time you see him, when he asks how things went - and he will ask - just give him a smirk and walk away. No more work talk. Come on.”
Susan led him into the living room and poured them both a soda. They settled on the couch and sat in silence for a few minutes. After his third glance in her direction, she’d had enough. “I promise to give you a warning before throwing you across the room if you piss me off.”
He chuckled. “Thanks. I guess it’s my turn to plead nerves. It’s been ages since…” he took a deep breath. “Since I’ve been with someone new.”
“I understand. If you don’t want to or if you’re not ready, it’s okay. I won’t push you either.” She patted his thigh.
He was not going to back down. Dammit. He wanted to have sex with this lovely woman. She was not going to be disappointed. “I don’t know what you like, what you want me to do,” he confessed.
“You do just fine. And if you want, I can give you little hints - show you or tell you. Would that help?”
Later, Thomas would never be able to recall how he accomplished the maneuver. Somehow he was laid down on the couch with Susan on top of him. They kissed and his hands gravitated to her ass, while hers caressed his neck and head. When they broke apart, he finally spoke.
“How about you let me do a little exploring on my own? Then if I miss something, you can show me,” he suggested.
“If I can do the same.” He nodded. “Let’s move to the bedroom. More room and less likely we’ll end up on the floor.”
His suit coat was hung up and he snagged the box of condoms under her watchful eye. She laughed and pulled him over to the nightstand, taking a box of the same kind out of the drawer. Somehow it put him at ease. She went into the bathroom first to wash up. He went in after and leaving his pants on the bed.
Susan was folding his pants as he came back into the bedroom. “Hold up the mattress. I’m going to put these under here to get rid of the wrinkles. Good as new in the morning.” He watched, disappointed that she’d taken off the dress and put on the nightshirt. She turned and caught his expression. “I left the best part on. I thought you might enjoy taking these off.” The hem of the shirt lifted to show the lace panties.
“What if I want to study them first?” Thomas asked, pulling her into his arms.
“Then let’s put a couple of pillows down to prop my ass up and get to it.” The fingers of one hand tugged on his hair.
“Yes, ma’am.” He pulled down the covers and started arranging the pillows.
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Susan’s dress: http://fashionattractive.com/ladies-green-silk-jersey-issa-dress/
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