What She Needs (Closed)

He let out a sigh he didn't know he'd been holding in, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"First of all, I didn't plan any of THIS" he said, pointing at the secluded table and the wine. "That was all Amir's doing."

"But yes, I'm finding it increasingly hard to think of you as just a damn fine colleague. You've been growing on me Corrine, and I'm not sure if I can keep my professional distance from you any longer. Am I entirely wrong in thinking it's mutual?"

There. It was out. It was what it was and now they'd have to deal with it.
 
Corrine sucked in a slight breath and met his gaze finally. Her green eyes were latched to his and she wouldn't be able to tear them away if she tried.

"It's mutual" she said softly, admitting it to him.

"I've been denying it all day. You're my superior, my boss... I can't be attracted to you, it isn't right. I catch enough flack at work for being a woman.. can you imagine what I'll catch if I'm dating the boss too?" She smiled slightly then. "Of course my boss has been teaching me some really cool ways to let out the frustration... so I'm sure I could handle it now... but still. Any respect I may have earned I would probably lose".

She looked down briefly and then back up at him. "But it doesn't stop me from being attracted to you... I can't help but feel like it would all be worth it..."

She stopped talking then and sat back in her chair.

"Is it even allowed?" she asked quietly.
 
His heart did little cartwheels as his eleven year old self ran in circles inside his head shouting "It's mutual, it's mutal! WHEEEEE!!"

He appeared calm on the outside, but his eyes never left hers.

"Allowed? Yes. Frowned upon? Yes. The likelyhood of one of us being reassigned to another precinct is great."

That hurt to even think about. He'd worked his way from the bottom up, and she had an exemplary record. She was destined for greatness if she kept it up.

"The way I see it we have two options: 'Go public' as it were and face the music, or keeping it secret. Both are risky. It's more likely they'd reassign you, seeing as I'm a Captain and you a fairly fresh face. Unfair, I know, but there it is."

Now for the risky option.

"If, on the other hand, we keep it a secret, we have to go around not acknowledging each other as more than colleagues whenever other cops from the precinct are around. If we get caught we'll be reprimanded and one of us will be reassigned. Then again, this is possibly the toughest precinct in the city and we'd have a hard time finding replacements."

Something she'd said just registered. I can't help but feel like it would all be worth it

She was willing to risk everything for him. His final resistances melted away. Still feeling a bit awkward, he grabbed her hand, and because he was too shy to say it in english, he mustered up a phrase his norwegian mother had taught him: "Corrine, jeg elsker deg!"
 
Getting reassigned was a real possibility... more of a probability... almost a certainty. She had just gotten reassigned under Luke and she was really enjoying her job there, minus her wonder of a partner, Frank. It was a challenging job, and it really made her work hard, both physically and mentally, which she enjoyed. There was something new every day, always keeping her on her toes.

But then her eyes connected with his and everything seemed like a small inconvenience in comparison.

"They wouldn't reassign you, I'm sure" she spoke to him. "You're too good of a captain, and you're doing a lot of good for that community. They wouldn't dare take that away, and if they did they must be a bunch of morons... It would be me who got reassigned. And if that's what it came down to, I would gladly do it... but I do enjoy working beneath you, and on that beat in particular. I like the challenge and I like knowing I'm making a REAL difference in people's lives, other than giving them speeding tickets."

Her hand was tiny in comparison as she wrapped her fingers together with his.

"Lets... try to keep it to ourselves for now. If we find we can't then we will take it out in the open before someone else finds out. I dont really wanna lose you as a boss... I'd never be placed under anyone as good as you".

She smiled over at him, the candlelight flickering in her eyes, making them shine brightly. They were close thanks to the well placed chairs. Close enough to kiss if they wanted. And yet she was too nervous to make that move...
 
Subterfuge, then.
Very well. She'd decided for them. He nodded agreement.

The food arrived and they ate in silence, a tension building between them that you could cut with a knife. He dearly wanted to kiss her, but was it too soon?

He tested the waters by impulsively grabbing her hand and kissing it before turning mock serious.

"Corrine, I have a confession to make! There's another woman in my life!"

As he spoke, he produced his cell phone. As he finished the sentence, watching her eyes grow big and full of doubt, he showed her his background picture, his most recent picture of his 3-year old daughter, Zoe. She was a good mix of her parents, a browneyed little blonde with an impish grin, holding a flower up at the photographer.

And then the whole story of his ex-wife and his daughter came out. Could she tolerate having to share his attentions from time to time?
 
Corrine was shocked, to say the least. He had a daughter. And he had been married before. She had to blink a few times to clear her mind. The little girl he showed her was incredibly cute. Adorable.

Finally she glanced up at him and smiled. "She's the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life" she admitted. "I bet she has Daddy twisted around her little finger... I hope I get to meet her someday. But I understand if you want to make sure that... uh... "we" are going to last before you introduce her to me. I'm sure you don't want to parade a woman through her life unless you believe we will be together for a long time".

She couldn't help but pray that they would be together for a very very very long time.

"You didn't think this would be a deal breaker, did you?" Corrine asked. "You know I love children... and how could anyone not love a little angel like that?"

She squeezed his hand reassuringly and smiled.
 
And that's when he leaned in and kissed her.

Her lips were soft, she smelled fresh and clean, her hand was warm and firm.
As he pulled back a little his lips tingled like they were electric and his pulse was racing.

"Not too soon, I hope?" he said with a thick voice.

He'd been a bit unsure about how she'd react to Zoe, but he should have known from the knack she had with children that she loved them.
 
The kiss was incredibly gentle and sweet. It made her ache for more. She wanted to get to know everything about this man. So far, everything she had learned, she absolutely loved.

"Not too soon" she assured him quietly.

They both sat back with smiles on their faces and kept eating their meals. Corrine's mind wandered back to the kid that day on their beat.

"I can't believe those kids are exposed to that kind of stuff" she said randomly. At his curious glance she realized he didn't know what she meant. "The kid today while we were out in the neighborhood... that's so... terrible."

Her eyes looked haunted.

"Isn't there anything we can do so more kids aren't exposed to that kind of senseless violence and bullshit? God, if I could have caught those gangbangers... you would have been arresting me, Luke. I would have murdered them in cold blood".
 
"No you wouldn't. Let me tell you why. Those 'bangers we saw fleeing the scene were once that scared little kid we managed to save. That is the only life they know. That, or working low-pay jobs because they have little to no education, or even prostitution. These kids've been served a raw deal from the get-go. The truly unlucky ones get hooked on drugs. It seldom ends well."

He frowned. "I can't help but think about Zoe when I see those kids. What if she'd been more unfortunate? Where would she be in 10-12 years time?"

"But could we not talk shop now? I get upset, and you know how I get when I'm upset. Why don't you tell me a little bit more about yourself?"
 
Taking a deep breath, Corrine nodded and forced a smile. "Right, lets forget about work." she replied softly. "Well, you know my mom died when she was on duty... that was when I was 16. My dad has never been in the picture since before I was born. It was a one night stand gone wrong. My mom was my best friend, and I still miss her to this day. I moved in with an uncle who didn't give a shit about me, so I've pretty much been on my own for nine years now. I actually moved out of his house the day after I graduated school and got a job at a grocery store. I managed to make it into the academy, and well... the rest has been history. I still live alone, with the exception of my german shepherd, Rookie."

She smiled at the thought of her goofy "police dog". He was no police dog and would never be... he was way too impulsive and didn't listen nearly well enough.

"Hes an asshole of a dog, but I love him..." she shrugged. "That's really it.. I don't have much of a life story to tell. No extreme romances gone wrong, just some casual boyfriends before... No hidden skeletons. I'm just... me".

She realized she had just spouted more to him than she ever told anybody and it surprised her. He had a way of making her open up to him.
 
"German shepherd, eh? I love dogs, they saved our lives more than once on patrol in Afghanistan. But you wouldn't want to get on their wrong side. No sir!"

He felt the wine go to his head.
Shit! He had a long drive ahead of him and he'd been too intoxicated by her company to notice the gentle buzz provided by the wine until it was too late.

"Um, are you good to drive, Corrine?"
 
Corrine nodded in answer to his question. " I only had one glass of wine... I'm not a huge fan of the stuff " she told him in response of his question. "Drink a little too much?" she asked with a teasing smile. "You're not gonna wake up in the morning and tell me that this was all a mistake and you were drunk and didn't mean what you said and you don't want see me are you? Cause I think I'd kinda sorta be a lot upset if you did that".

She stuck her lower lip out in a pout, but her eyes glistened with cheer as she teased him.

In reality, she WOULD be upset if he were to do that... but she knew he wouldn't. He was a sincere man and would say what he meant even if he was drunk or buzzing.

"I wouldn't want to have to give you a DUI" she joked with him. "I can give you a ride home or..." she hesitated unsure if it was way too soon to suggest this. "Or if you wanted you crash at my place. I have the couch... or the bed... or... whatever. It doesn't matter" she said softly.
 
He loved that teasing pout. He leaned in and kissed it, seeing the mischief in her eyes. He hadn't wanted to press himself on her, but he was mad about her and his inhibitions were lowered.

"I'd love to see how you live, Corrine."

He leaned in for a new kiss to leave her no doubt about what he had in mind when they arrived at her apartment. This time he lingered a bit longer on her lips.
 
The kisses were extraordinary and made her want so much more. She was eager to get home with him.

Corrine was thankful that he was seeing how she lived now and not five years ago. She had lived in some rundown places in some not good neighborhoods in the beginning. She hadn't been able to afford better. But now she lived in a modest condominium, surrounded on one side by an elderly couple, and the other by a family with three kids aged 3, 4 and 7. It was a nice neighborhood on the outskirts of the city.

Luke insisted on paying for the meal again and she smiled graciously. Together they walked hand in hand out of the restaurant and towards the boxing center again. It was quiet that evening, and they enjoyed the relative silence.

As they neared the center she pointed out a black Jeep Wrangler with black rims and a hard top. "Thats mine" she said as they headed in that direction. It was a sporty vehicle that matched her sporty personality.

"I don't live far away" she said as she started the jeep and country music played softly from the stereo.
 
He stretched out in the passenger seat, enjoying not having to drive for once.

He kept his hands to himself as she drove, not wanting to cause an accident.
He had to duck once, as one of the prowlers from the precinct drove past them.

She lived in a nice neighbourhood, he saw. He was happy for her. She needed some change of scenery in her job. As they got out of the car and locked it, he couldn't keep his hands to himself, gently putting his arms around her from the back and pulling her towards him, nuzzling her neck.

He released her, not wanting to stay out here the rest of the night. As they walked to her apartment, a thought struck him. "Is Rookie gonna be a problem?"
 
It dawned on Corrine how hard this was gonna be to keep their relationship under wraps when they passed a night prowler along her route home. Luke was the Captain, a well known man... But they would make it work, she was sure of it.

He asked about Rookie as they neared her door. She laughed out loud.

"Oh yes, he's a real killer, you should be afraid" she said about the canine barking jovially inside of the condo door.

Without another word she unlocked the door and a 95 pound rocket shot from inside, onto the front yard, barking and bounding around like some sort of deer or antelope. The dog cocked his legs on several bushes and only then realized that there was a stranger among his presence.

He came barreling back over and skidded to a stop before Luke's feet, sniffing them, tail wagging happily.

"Yeah, hes a real guard dog" Corrine said as she turned and walked back inside, whistling for the dog, who trotted happily in behind her.

Her place was furnished in tasteful, comfortable things, in neutral colors with bright pops of turquoise and coral here and there... very beachy feeling.

"The beach is my favorite place in the world" Corrine said simply as they walked in.
 
Hamilton had to laugh at the frisky Rookie. He patted him on the head after letting the dog sniff him out.

He liked her apartment. It was light and friendly and she very obviously managed to keep it clean despite the presence of a dog.

"We should get to the beach one day, then." he said as he approached her and hugged her.

Holding her in his arms like this eased away tensions he didn't know he had. He looked down into her eyes, smiling.

"Earlier this evening you said something about not having a problem working 'under' me. Does that still stand?" he asked with a playful grin.
 
She smiled beautifully up at him when he made the innuendo, and she wrapped her arms around his waist.


"Actually, sir" she said smartly, "I said I ENJOYED working under you. Maybe we could put it to the test though... just to make sure."

With that she stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips greedily to his. The kiss had a heat to it that others before it hadn't had. Rookie, sensing he was going to be ignored, went and flopped on the couch.

Corrine moved her arms around Luke's neck and deepened the kiss, her impressive chest pressing against his through the soft cotton of their shirts. She already knew the answer to whether she enjoyed it... she knew she loved "working" beneath him.

Breaking the kiss slightly, she ran her fingers down his chest to the waistband of his jeans and then back up, this time under his shirt. He was in excellent shape and she felt her nipples go hard and her panties get damp and the feel of him beneath her fingertips.
 
The intensity of that kiss caught him off guard, not that he'd complain about it. As she ran her fingers up and down his body he shivered in delight. It had been so long since he'd made love.

With abandon he kissed her again, pulling her shirt free of her pants and exploring her upper body as well. It never ceased to amaze him how women could be rock hard with muscles and still so soft to touch. He freed himself from her lips long enough to get rid of her shirt, as well as his. She had a truly magnificent body and he couldn't wait to explore it fully.

He said with an urgent voice, not mincing words.

"You. Me. Bedroom. Now!"
 
"Yes captain" Corrine said with a twinkle in her eyes. It got her hot when he ordered her about like that and made her smile.

She led him to her bedroom. It wasn't overly feminine... decorated again in neutral tans and browns with some splashes of yellow and grey thrown in. It was neat, clean, and smelled like fresh laundry as they walked in.

Shirtless, she turned and backed up until her knees hit the bed. Her face had a "come hither" look on it as she smiled at him. Him without a shirt was a sight to behold- all rippling muscle and sexy gorgeousness. She couldn't believe that he wanted her like she wanted him.

As he got close she reached up and unclasped her bra, revealing her heavy, but perky breasts to his view. Her nipples were rose colored and straining up, begging to be touched and teased. Every part of her body was humming with excitement and need. She was desperate to feel his body upon hers.
 
He looked at her breasts and smiled. "Gonna get'em!" he said as he grabbed her and leaned down to lick, kiss and suck her tender white flesh before starting in on her nipples. As he went to work on her nipples he started stroking her back with his hands. They eventually started to sneak inside her jeans as he continued to play with her breasts.
 
Oh, the way it felt when he touched her. It was amazing. Her knees nearly collapsed as pure pleasure coursed throughout her body. She moaned softly as she felt his mouth upon her breasts, his hands journeying down into her pants.

Her own hands were journeying down as well, and brushed against the strong erection she felt pulsing behind the denim. She smiled up at him and quipped teasingly...

"Captain, is that a gun in your pocket?"
 
Such a cheesy joke deserved an equally cheesy answer.

"Yup, and I'm looking to holster it."

He slowly started lowering her pants, hands still firmly on her buttocks. His mouth alternated between her breasts, her mouth and her neck. He wanted to devour her whole. He couldn't get enough of her. As they were still standing he started kissing his way down from her breasts, past her navel and down to her trimmed pubic hair. The smell of her was strong and intoxicating as he started seeking out her clitoris and outer lips. He suddenly gave her asscheek a tentative little slap as he looked up at her, grinning.

Then he went to work on her crotch with his mouth again.
 
That slap on the ass made her gasp and her eyes widen, but she smiled down at him as his mouth got closer to where she needed to feel him. Her hands buried themselves in his hair and she moaned softly, resting against her bed, as his mouth found her core.

His tongue was like a talented snake, working its way to the bundle of nerves that he instinctively knew would drive her wild. His hands were on her ass, her hands in his hair, holding him close as he worked on her and tried to drive her to a peak.

All the while she knew he had a raging hard-on and she was anxious to get it into her hands- and mouth. Anxious to do anything that he asked of her.
 
Hamilton held her firmly, wanting her to come first. He attacked her clitoris with a passion and fury as one of his fingers entered her moist warm cave. Soon he was licking and fingerfucking her while his other hand held her in a steely grip.
As she showed signs of nearing an orgasm, he intensified his efforts...
 
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