I walked into the squad room and found her sitting there. She was wearing that skirt and those shoes. What was she thinking? Where did that thought go, the one I was attempting to conceive? Where is my time? Her thought was easy to comprehend, we had talked about her shoes before. We has decided to take it slow. We had wanted to make life easier. But here she was. The color of her skirt was teal, the coolness it inspired produced a false sense of security. And her blouse white with a lacy demure camisole beneath, keeping pervasive eyes from more then they needed to be aware of. The white shoes were tall and sleek with a sling on the back grasping tight to her.
"Hi, Bobby," she said.
"What are you doing here?" I could almost sense all the squad room watching her approach me.
"I came to see you." She stood so close to me, I could smell the lavender in her hair. She smiled taking my hand. "I missed you. I have been laving messages."
"I have missed you too, sorry I have been working on their case." I waved the case file in front of her, part of me hoping that I would wave away the feeling I had started to the at the pit of my stomach and hoping that it would keep her looking at the growth occurring in my pants. "Do you want to talk?" I heard myself say. I had the D.A. on the way. We had a woman in the lock up ready to take a plea and all I could do is imagine what it would be like to run my hands along her legs covered in white hose. She wore a garter to hold them up, I learned that the first night we met.
"I would like to talk Bobby," she smiled at the officer who walking by. I could tell he wondered who she was. This was the first time a woman had come over to see me here. The rest of the women had not ever wandered in here to find me. But she was the kind who would make this a habit..
"Good," that was all a managed to say.
She sat in the chair next to my desk crossing her legs and leaning her body towards mine. My eyes couldn't help but look at her arms, her blouse as it hung closely to her breasts.
"I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner," her lips curled as the middle finger of her right hand reached into her mouth.
"Dinner, huh," I looked around wondering if anyone else knew that dinner for us meant a bottle of red wine followed by hot, sweaty loud sex.
"Aren't you hungry?"
"I am," I could feel my pants lose at least two sizes. It had been three weeks since I had had her and the thought of having here and her scent were intoxicating. I leaned into her. My brain lacked sleep. My body lacked will.
"Taylor," the lieutenant called.
"Yeah," I said sitting up aware again of my surroundings.
"Excuse me," he addressed her.
"Excuse me, I should leave you to fight the bad guys." She said getting up from her chair.
"No, please, this will only take a while," I almost took her arm off when I reached for her. The lieutenant's face showed surprise, but it did not matter.
"Sorry for interrupting," he said to her. "You don't have to go. That is what I came to tell you, Bobby. It is going to take a little longer than expected to get the search warrant. If you want to grab some dinner, I can hold down the fort."
My eyes had not removed themselves from her glance. I could hear him talk but the communication between her and I predominated my thoughts.
"Yeah," I finally turned to the lieutenant,. "I am going to take a break here for a little bit."
"Okay."
"Is there somewhere private?" She asked.
I took her arm. Finding privacy in a squad room was impossible, but the need to be near her was intense. I took her into the elevator and punched the first button I could get a hold of. I leaned into her and began kissing her. I felt her hands ran across my back. I could feel her gripping at my back and then she ran them down to my ass. I looked down to her blouse and I could see her chest going up and down. I lifted her skirt up feeling one of her legs wrap around me. Then she squeezed my cock. I almost exploded in her hand. When the elevator door opened, I led her to one of the interrogation rooms. The rooms are drab, a gray on gray décor with only a small table and two chairs in the center, as well as a huge double mirror. It was 3:00 a.m. and this floor was not used often at this time of night.
"Is this and okay place for you?" I asked locking the door.
"Perfect," she responded sitting on the edge of the table.
"Just like you." We were in each others arms and our lips were bound. She tasted sweet. The muscles tightened beneath her clothing. I lifted her skirt up to take her panties off. There was nothing to take off. "No underpants?"
"I didn't think I would be wearing them for long."
