Today had been a really, really long day. Eleven autopsies, seven of them homicides, three of them children. I wasn't sure how long it would be before I heard if they'd caught all the guilty parties and closed the cases. Hopefully not too long. I know I'm not supposed to care, but it never sits well with me when a case goes cold. I often wonder if there was more I could've done, more that the victims' bodies had to say if only I spent more time with them, listening. But, I suppose that's the gamble I signed up for when I became a forensic pathologist.
I walked down to the kitchen and noted that I hadn't left myself enough time this morning to wash the dishes. I know all it took was two seconds to place them in the dishwasher, but it would be something to occupy my hands and hopefully my mind for a few minutes. The hot water slightly numbed my hands as I began soaping up my tea mug. The cool ceramic quickly took on the searing temperature of its surroundings. I should probably add some cold water to the flow, but the steam and pain were a little comforting.
There weren't as many dishes as I had hoped. I suppose I'll have to occupy my mind with something else. I turned the water off and rolled my shoulders, and let the feeling seep back into my protesting digits. I heard footsteps. I should move, but closing my eyes and counting my breaths had a much stronger appeal.
A hand encircled my waist, followed by another brushing my mess of auburn hair away from my neck. Warm lips and steamy breath enveloped my skin, trailing up and down, nibbling a bit on my ear, my collarbone as those massive hands and arms pulled me closer to the strong body attached.
"Hello," the lips breathed as they broke away briefly from their suckling place.
In response, I simply sagged into him, pulling his arms closer to me. His one hand splayed across my abdomen as the other travelled to my hips, pressing his own closer to mine. His kisses had grown more hungry, his tongue lapping at my shoulder, his teeth then grazing my jawline.
My left arm reached behind and grasped what little hair was there, helping to guide him and his hungry lips. That wasn't the only thing that had an appetite. Slow grinding against my ass and his jeans had awoken his cock, a semi-hardness pressing against me now. Of course, always the gentleman, he had begun to massage my thighs, working his way tantalizingly close to my clit, applying light pressure through my shorts.
Nuzzling my neck still, he stuck his hand under my tank and inched his way up. He hit my bra; much to his disappointment, I'm sure. I took the opportunity to turn towards my romancer.
I only had a moment to gaze into those chocolate eyes before that delicious mouth captured mine, and those strong arms encircled me again, pressing me securely to him once more.
Of course, at this point, I was on my tip-toes, since me becoming pinned against the sink didn't suit well for him to keep me against him and bend down a bit. I locked my arms firmly together, wrapped around his neck. That would buy me a few moments of support.
Always the generous one, it didn't take but a moment for him to maneuver us down a ways to ample counterspace. Quickly detaching his warm lips and just as swiftly hoisting me up on the counter, he parted my legs and fit himself right in-between, his hands now happily pulling my hips and ass firmly against him.
Clearly pleased with himself, his smile rippled across his face. I tilted his chin up slightly and re-bonded my lips to his. Now I had the advantage. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my bare heels pressing against his ass, pushing his hips closer to mine. One hand resting on his face, the other entangled in his short, thick hair, I drank him in like a parched pilgrim stranded in the desert happening upon an oasis.
I could've stayed like that for hours, tasting him as we both teased the other with hints of what we could give them. But I know he wanted more, as I ultimately did, too. I slowly broke our kiss. His chest rose and fell as he lightly panted. My legs began to throb as I let them hang off the edge of the counter, no longer pressed against him.
Maybe I misread the situation. Maybe we'd both just call it a night; we were too tired. Just as I went to push against him to let me down, I caught his eye. There were shining with desire, and his intoxicating smile had reached them.
"Take me to bed," I instructed, wrapping my arms around his neck again.
"Yes, ma'am," he said, his Texas drawl gravelly. He kissed me deeply and positioned his hands to hoist me in his arms and carry me upstairs. I ran my hands down his arms and felt them spasm—it had been a long day for him as well.
I pushed against him and moved aside, hopping off the counter. I strode towards the stairs. I reached the first step before turning back to look. Smug bastard was leaning against the counter, watching me.
"You coming?" I said, placing my hand firmly on my hip.
He laughed. "Yes, ma'am."
"The hell you waiting for?" I asked, trying to sound annoyed and keep a smile from creeping to my lips.
"I couldn't pass up the nice view," he said, winking, his laugh lines deeply creasing his cheeks.
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