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A soft buzzing and annoying techno beat filters through Lucy’s semi consciousness. She shifts in her sleep. Tries to turn over. Something is impeding her movement. The buzzing ends.
“Hello?” Kate.
An arm tightening around her waist pulls her fully back into the real world.
“Sorry…I know…I know…” a small chuckle, “She’s right here. Hold on.”
Kate’s hand appears in front of her holding her phone, “Tennant. Calling for you. I didn’t think before answering. Sorry.”
Lucy grabs the phone. Clears her throat. Holds it up to her ear, “Tennant, what’s happening?”
“Hey Lucy, sorry to interrupt you and Kate. We have a triple homicide. Suspect fled. One of the victims is a Naval Officer. Not sure about rank yet, but decently high up. Kai and Jesse are on route. I’m about to leave. I’ll text you the address. Initial reports are that it’s an ugly scene, so we’ll need all hands on deck.”
All hands on deck? Did she just pun? Lucy snorts. Too out of it to suppress her reaction.
Jane catches the noise, “Huh. That was unintentional. It’s almost 3 am. Let’s forget I said that.”
“Sure. But only if you forget that Kate answered the phone.”
“Deal. See you soon.”
They hang up. Lucy rolls over. Lightly trails her fingertips over Kate’s face, “I have to go. Triple homicide.”
Kate pouts. Lucy kisses it away. Then gets out of bed. Hastily locating her clothes.
“Do you need me to drive you back to your car?”
Shit. That’s right. Her car is back at Tennant’s. She opens her Uber app. Drivers are still on the road, “No. I can get a ride back. Sleep. I want you well rested for tomor—err for tonight.”
She gets dressed. Her shirt is a wrinkled mess. The pants are slightly better off. She prays her emergency bag is still in her trunk. Not wishing to do the stride of pride into a horrific crime scene.
Kate sits up and throws her legs over the edge of the bed, “What’s happening tonight?”
Lucy walks over to stand in front of her. A repeat of their positioning from last night. Kate apparently has the same thought; her hands reaching out for Lucy’s stomach and sliding upward. Lucy slaps them back. “Uhh uhh. None of that. Tonight you’ll be coming over to my place and then you can do as much of that as you want. I really need to go now.”
She leans down to gently kiss Kate goodbye. Whispering an ‘I love you’ against Kate’s lips. Then exits to wait for her ride.
The scene is as ugly as promised. Shotgun blasts at close range. The victims are in what looks like a ‘Man Cave.’ The walls covered in posters of bikini clad women. Sports memorabilia displayed on shelves. A massive blood and brain splattered flat screen tv hangs on the wall. ESPN talking heads barely visible through the grime. A big white board with sports statistics and money amounts is cracked on the ground. The other two victims are men in their mid 30s. Civilians. Everything about the scene screams ‘argument over fantasy sports turns deadly’, but why the hell was there a shotgun?
The investigation lasts well into midmorning. They quickly identify the suspect based on a group chat with the victims. Another naval officer. They find his car abandoned on the side of the road near a large wooded area. Bloody clothes in the back seat. HPD are called to assist in a manhunt. They eventually find him cowering halfway up a tree. Empty shotgun in hand.
Lucy heads back to the bullpen to take care of some necessary paperwork. Then she goes home to crash. Firing off a quick, ‘come over after 6’ text to Kate and thanking god that Skylar was so damn boring that she won’t need to do any cleaning before Kate’s arrival.
Kate knocks on her door close to seven. Sweeping Lucy into her arms, “Sorry I’m late. I spent most of my day in the office and got cornered by Craig as I was trying to leave. He adopted a new kitten. I had to look through all his pictures before I could escape.”
“No worries. I’m happy that you’re getting along with your coworkers.” Lucy means it. She knows how hard working with a team full of assholes at DIA was for Kate.
They separate so Kate can step fully into Lucy’s apartment. She looks around, “You’ve changed some things.”
‘Things’ is an understatement. Lucy spent the immediate aftermath of her breakup with Kate binge watching HGTV all night instead of crying in her bed. Watching home improvement shows soon gave way to doing home improvement activities. So far Lucy has rearranged all the furniture in her apartment, installed new lighting in the kitchen, painted her walls, built a bookshelf for the corner of the living room, and restored a new dresser set for her bedroom. Her landlord is going to be pissed about a few of these changes when she moves out, but she can afford the inevitable bill. She’s been debating a full bathroom retile, but that no longer feels necessary now that Kate is back in her life and her apartment.
She shrugs, “I had some spare time and felt like embracing the Lowesbian stereotype.”
Kate looks intrigued, “Does this mean you have a toolbelt?”
Oh. Oh! Kate is INTO this! “No, but I can get one next Lowe’s run?”
She grabs Kate’s hand and pulls her close again, “What do you want to do?”
Kate kisses her. Softly. Pulls back to brush their noses together. “This.” Another kiss. Another nose brush. “Lots of this.”
Their lips meet again. Lucy’s tongue swipes along Kate’s bottom lip; asking for entry. Kate opens her mouth and the kiss deepens. She tugs Lucy back so she can sit on the edge of the couch. The angle improves now that Kate no longer has to hunch. They get lost in one another. Savoring the feeling of the kiss. Neither in any hurry to escalate it. A buzz in Lucy’s pocket ends the moment.
She checks her phone. A not at all important text from Jesse.
“It’s nothing,” she reassures a worried looking Kate. “Bedroom?”
Kate nods and lets Lucy pull her into the other room. They stop at the foot of the bed and resume their kiss. It’s more urgent now. Deeper. Kate’s hands slide down Lucy’s back and into her jean pockets. One grips her ass while the other grabs Lucy’s phone and throws it on the floor.
Lucy breaks to kiss to protest, “Hey! Careful with that!”
Kate chuckles. Puts her hand in the now empty back pocket and squeezes as she moves her thigh between Lucy’s legs and captures Lucy’s lips. Lucy again breaks the kiss. This time to moan loudly.
Kate kisses her neck, “Careful with what?”
“What?” Lucy can’t think. Can’t remember the last minute of her life. Probably couldn’t tell you her name or age or place of employment for that matter. Not with Kate’s thigh moving against her and Kate’s lips and tongue working against her neck.
Kate laughs again. Then disengages so she can take Lucy’s shirt off. Then her jeans. Her bra. Her underwear. She shoves Lucy on the bed. Climbs on top and kisses her again.
Lucy whimpers and pulls on Kate’s shirt, “Off. I need to feel you.”
Kate sits up enough to tug the shirt over her head and unhooks her bra. She leans backs down to kiss Lucy. Keeping her lower half raised to deprive Lucy of any contact. Lucy huffs in frustration; reaches for the button on Kate’s pants. Kate stops her, “Not yet. I don’t want to get distracted. Let me love you?”
Lucy can’t say no to that. But she does want the pants gone. “Just take the pants off. Please? I won’t try anything. Need to feel your skin against mine.”
Kate relents. Pushing herself off the bed to peel the work slacks off her long legs. Lucy enjoys the view; can feel herself getting wetter.
Kate returns to her earlier position. Ducks her head down to kiss Lucy’s neck. Allows Lucy to grab her ass and pull so that she can rut against one of Kate’s thighs. “Kate…” she gasps, “fuck…I need…”
Kate bites her neck. Whispers in her ear, “What do you need?”
Lucy’s hips jolt. She claws at Kate’s back. Whines, “For you to touch me.”
Kate kisses her way back to Lucy’s mouth. Murmurs, “Soon. I promise. I want to worship you...”
She plants a kiss on Lucy’s cheek. “…Show you how much I appreciate you…”
Kisses the other side of her neck, “…because I should have done this much sooner…”
She kisses the center of Lucy’s chest, “…taken my time with you…”
Then her bellybutton, “…been open about my feelings for you…”
Then the side of her right breast, “…instead of making a mess of things…”
Then the side of her left breast, “…This is me doing it right this time.”
Kate’s tongue finds one of Lucy’s nipples. Flicking gently over it before switching to the other side. She goes back and forth for a while. Teasing Lucy’s nipples with her tongue and teeth. Lucy can only hold on. Shutting her eyes. Rocking her hips up in search of friction. She tries not to beg. Knowing that if she does Kate will take pity on her and she doesn’t truly want that. Not yet. She trusts Kate and wants to see this through even if all her instincts are telling her to say ‘please’ and push Kate’s face lower. She focuses on her breathing. The way pleasure shoots through her body with every swipe of Kate’s tongue. The little hums of appreciation that Kate makes as she plays with Lucy’s tits.
The delicious torture suddenly stops. Kate sits up on her knees and looks at Lucy for a long moment. Likely deciding on what to do next. She reaches for Lucy’s right hand. Pulls it to her mouth. Kisses the back of it and the tips of each finger. Kisses her wrist. Her forearm. Drops it to the bed and repeats the actions with Lucy’s left hand and arm. Her eyes locked on Lucy the entire time. Lucy can feel herself dripping on the sheets. She’s going to come the second Kate touches her. Which at this pace might be tomorrow morning. She stifles another impulse to beg.
Kate bends down to press a kiss to Lucy’s right bicep. Then her left. She licks her way up the arm to Lucy’s shoulder. Dotting it with kisses. Reverses the actions down the other side. Lucy’s hands clench the sheets. Twisting. She’s so damn close. Kate reappears in front of her face. Leans down for a kiss. Lucy loses control. Grabbing the back of Kate’s head forcefully and sweeping her tongue into Kate’s mouth. Kate momentarily cedes control, but regains it by trailing her hand down Lucy’s torso and scratching her nails lightly over Lucy’s pubic bone.
She ends the kiss. Catches Lucy eyes, “Are you ready for me?”
Lucy nearly rolls her eyes at Kate’s inane question. She chooses to whimper and nod instead. Kate’s index finger slides through her folds and then flicks over her clit. Her hips jump off the bed. Kate flicks over her clit again and that’s all it takes. She comes. Moaning loudly. Nails digging into Kate’s back. Her arousal flooding out on the sheets.
It’s not enough. She’s painfully worked up. Kate knows this. Smirks. Runs her finger down to where come is pouring out of Lucy’s cunt and pushes it in. Lucy’s hips fly off the bed again. Kate pulls out and returns with two fingers. Then three. She fucks Lucy slowly. Tenderly. Kissing every inch of Lucy’s skin that she can reach and resisting all attempts by Lucy to pick up the pace. It’s excruciating and so damn wonderful. Lucy’s orgasm builds slowly. By the time she comes her heart is beating so fast she’s afraid it might explode out of her chest. All her limbs are tingling and thrashing around. She’s gasping for air. She thinks she might pass out or die. Kate thumbing over her clit hurls her over the edge. She shakes and spasms and shouts Kate’s name. Then loses consciousness.
A pleasant sensation rouses her. She opens her eyes. Kate’s head is between her legs licking tenderly over her folds. Her movements suggesting an intent to clean Lucy up rather than work Lucy up. Lucy reaches down to stroke the back of Kate’s head. The visual is working for her. She’s ready to go again. She grabs a hold of Kate’s hair and tugs while lifting her hips. Kate gets the hint. Tongue lapping gently over Lucy’s clit. Then sucking hard. Lucy gasps and tightens her grip on Kate’s hair. Kate looks up at her and smirks before dipping down to fuck Lucy with her tongue. She brings a finger up to flick over Lucy’s clit. She doesn’t last long after that. Her back arches off the sheets as she screams out Kate’s name for the second time and comes all over her face.
Kate withdraws. Kisses Lucy’s thighs. Wipes her mouth off on the sheets and climbs back up the bed; wrapping an arm lightly around a still recovering Lucy and placing soft kisses against her shoulder. “Was that alright?”
Lucy snorts. “Do you really have to ask? You made me pass out, what do you think?”
She turns over to face Kate. Can see a blush covering her cheeks. Kate twists so she can put her face in the pillow. She mumbles something. Lucy strokes her back. Waits for Kate to reappear. She does after a moment, “I’ve never done something like that. I’ve wanted to. With you. But it’s new, so…”
She’s embarrassed. By her own response. Of course. Lucy needs to reassure her, “I loved it. I love you. Thank you.” She presses a tender kiss on Kate’s lips; lets Kate deepen it. She can feel Kate’s body shaking. Knows she must be in desperate need of release. She draws back, “Can I touch you?”
Kate breathes out a ‘yes’ and shifts onto her back. Reaching down to pull off her underwear and fling them across the room. Lucy surges on top of her. Plunges her tongue back into Kate’s mouth and immediately finds Kate’s slit with her fingers. She’s soaked. Lucy slips right in with two fingers. She tries to keep it gentle—to continue the mood Kate set—, but that’s impossible given the way Kate is clawing at her and begging, “Lucy, fuck me…please!” Lucy settles for keeping it loving. Thrusting hard and fast with her fingers while kissing Kate sweetly. When Kate is too overcome by pleasure to return the kiss, she hovers by Kate’s ear. Whispering things like ‘I love you’, ‘you’re beautiful’, and ‘I missed you so much’.
Kate pulls her back for a desperate kiss; biting Lucy’s lower lip as her climax hits. Her eyes roll into the back of her head. Her walls clamp down on Lucy’s fingers. A near silent scream escapes her lips. Lucy fucks her through it. Stopping only when Kate taps the back of her arm. She tries to pull out, but there’s another tap. “Stay for a minute.” Lucy complies. They look at each other. No words are exchanged. Kate has tears leaking out of her eyes again. Lucy uses her free hand to brush them away.
Kate laughs. “I assure you that the waterworks will end one day. I don’t know why this keeps happening.”
She does though and so does Lucy: it’s because she’s overwhelmed and happy. But Lucy lets it slide. Knowing that emotions are difficult for Kate and that she just needs time to get comfortable with the idea of having them. Pressing Kate on the matter won’t do any good. “I don’t mind. I like that I make you feel things.”
Kate smiles. Taps Lucy’s arm for a third time. Lucy pulls out and rolls onto her side. Pushing gently on Kate’s shoulder until she maneuvers them into a spooning position. She rests her forehead against Kate’s upper back. Runs her fingers in small circles over Kate’s stomach until she drifts off.
On the ground, a cell phone buzzes.