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Brandon had been forced to slow his entrance to the bathroom; lest a bit of water had him sliding across the tile in cartoon like fashion. It was all he could at the moment, and there was no way to stop the pulsing blood that had filled him between the legs as he pulled the shower curtain sideways slowly and quietly. A surge of desire, and pleasure swam through his body, physically rocking him back and forth until he regained himself. Jaime looked stunning, the rivulets of water tracing down her lithe form. For the most part creating a river that formed between her shoulder blades and spread until falling off the soft ridge of her tone butt. Slipping into the shower he had closed on her, his desire taking the form of seduction and smoothness. The meeting between their lips was electric, a mixture of sweet sugar from the cereal, hot desire, and spicy emotion. The moan that followed seconds after caused an immediate pulse in his manhood, rubbing the sensitive head against her hind quarters and drawing his own growl of pleasure into the mixture. For awhile Brandon was simply content to continue the kiss. The heated water mixed with cool air drawing goosebumps and relaxing muscles that were contentedly sore from the previous night.
It lasted just as long as it took to draw another moan from his girlfriend. Girlfriend?! Yes... Yesss!
Jaime would notice the change then as Brandon's index and middle finger slipped within her warm confines with more than a bit of force.
His thumb squeezed against her flesh, grinding the nub of pleasure that rested atop her womanhood with power. The kiss broke, and Brandon's lips slipped immediately lower along Jaime's chin to her neck. He nibbled softly, her clean skin filling his nose and taste buds with a powerful vanilla aroma. He kissed then, and sucked the sensitive flesh into his teeth and bit softly, then with relish ran his long tongue over the captured flesh. The remaining hand remembered without a conscious thought from the night before how sensitive Jaime's stomach, and ribs were. It ignored her tempting, erect nipples, and traveled lower. Tracing scars above the insistently more rapid breaths that shoved them in and out. First with just the calloused pads of his fingers. Then as the breathing grew faster, and the tremors more violent, with his well trimmed nails. The light scratches seemed to make Jaime frantic, and it was almost as if he could feel the pleasure and tension through their connect. Meanwhile other hands fingers continued, the two inside of her now squeezing out while his thumb made small circles and pushed in. He could feel her gripping him with velvet flesh that was suddenly wetter and hotter than the rest of steaming skin. The next moan he heard, it pierced him through his ear which twitched in response then traveled to his brain, which redirected it all over his body. His fingers tightened, his cock throbbed, and his toes curled.
Something changed, and everything stopped. The next moan, he was sure, was in displeasure for what had gone away.
"Wait..." He breathed, needing her, needing to feel her, "More..." Was all he could managed in explanation.
Pushing her forward softly until her erect nipples touched the cold tiles Brandon stopped there, and bent slightly at the knees. His erect manhood sprang between her legs quickly, and with a mind of it's own prodded, found, and slid hotly into her tight confines. With a sigh of pleasure, Brandon leaned over until he could once again see Jaime's beautiful face. He kissed her just as he surged forward slowly.
-
Before Melanie could completely get going Chavez whipped out her pen and pad, with a slight inclination to make sure it was okay. She had heard the story before, but as a cop there was always the chance that something new might pop. That, or something old might connect a dot that had not been known at the time. Melanie had given her a nod back, something she was grateful for. Unfortunately neither of those two things happened as she relived Melanie's introduction to the horror story. That truly was what it was, it could not be a tragedy even though it was that too, but because it was so visceral, real, and horrible it had to be a horror. It was not just a story of course, it was what actually happened that that only served to make it more horrible in Chavez's eyes. She experienced the emotions against, just as she watched them play out on Melanie's face. The shock was first, and it almost left room for nothing else. In fact it had not for the first few minutes. Not until life, time, reality, fate, or whatever you wanted to call it slowly eroded the shock and created a vacuum that was filled differently for every person involved in the case. That came down to the make up of all those involved, and everyone was completely unique which made their reactions equally unique. Not in the sense of one extreme to the other, but it in the subtle differences like snow flakes. It would never be completely obvious to anyone why one persons sadness or anger was different, but to that individual it was perfectly clear.
For Chavez it was her family, heritage, and duty that influenced her feelings on the matter. While she did not have rather typical several little kids running around her own house, she did have three brothers and two sisters. Not to mention a plethora of aunts, uncles, cousins, nephews, and nieces. Jaime had grown into one of them to some degree, and while it had been easier to deal with the case when it happened it had also been impossible to imagine something like that happening to any of her family. That had been the sadness. Then there was her heritage, even if you weren't in the family, if you were a friend of any of them, then you were in the family. So by extension since Melanie and Jaime were basically sisters, Chavez viewed them both almost the same. It was even hard, and the failure to protect any of them was both saddening and depressing. Finally there was duty. That was the anger. The fact that there was a man, or even if it had been a woman, that could stoop to such a low level and hurt a human being in those ways was disgusting. Chavez lived to catch predators like that, put them behind bars, and watch the repercussions of their actions come to pass. Of course with all three the strongest for the cop was that anger, after all these years it was easier to distance the sadness and depression of failure, but the anger simply would not go away. She was going to catch that puta de mierda, and she was going to fuck his shit up.
As Melanie winded down, Chavez had the strongest urge to both hug Melanie and punch anyone or thing that would make her feel better. But she couldn't, all she could do was smile softly, sadly, and with hope that they would catch the fucker.
The reasoning Melanie provided for letting Jaime take some time off was quickly met with an approving look. Melanie was just as independent as Michelle, and they both knew Jaime could be, but she needed some work. Sometimes it was just to give people space and time to work themselves out. The only surprising thing was that Melanie thought it was possible Jaime was hallucinating. Of everything she said, that was the one thing Chavez jotted down along with a concise reproduction of Melanie's reasoning for why she was giving Jaime time off. It was good to have these records, so that the reasoning did not get twisted or murky in the future. Chavez would have to check with Brandon about whether he thought it was possible that Tony had not been there, fuck, Brandon the thought of him made her wonder whether the new relationship was actually good for Jaime, she'd have to run that by Mel.
“I open a nightclub with a basement MMA cage, while managing to keep it entirely legal, get Jai to run the bar, and only see you once in a blue moon! What’s up with that chickee? What, am I not good enough for you?” She was smiling now, clearly teasing, and the slightly deviant glint in her eyes was reflective of that, especially when she prodded the sergeant’s arm gently. “Or have you just gotten too old to have a little careless fun?”
The laugh that Chavez gave off was both friendly, and amused at Melanie's prodding.
"You know I'll never be too old for fun, careless or not," She quipped with an equally playful light in her own eyes. She put away the pad and pen. Then with a glance of that her own playful malevolence added, "But you might be getting too good for me." Another laugh followed, they both knew that could never be true. "I'll stop deflecting though, and tell you what is really up." That got a little reaction, gossip was always good with Mel, and Chavez rarely indulged, which made her gossip some of the best.
"I was having a tough time around my rook," She raised her eyebrows with a smirk, "Not business. Just, well, you've seen him around her enough, si? You know I'm no good at hiding that shit with a few shots of tequila and so much pretty eye candy around. The three of you could have made for some embarrassing work days." The faintest glow of a blush had crossed her face by this point, but her deep olive skin hid it well. "And he has been spending a lot of time around here, around you, and Jaime." The last word came with a promise of more, but Chavez was definitely enjoying prolonging the looks of glee on Mel's face. "Me and the rook were supposed to babysit Jaime last night."
"Supposed to? I thought the Chief-"
"I didn't, but he did..." Michelle gave Mel just enough time to realize what she was implying then she rushed ahead with the rest. "I called this morning and Jaime could not seem to make up her mind whether she had slept with him or not. I think the answer was, no, yes, maybe. So i figure that means she can't decide whether they fucked, slept together, or made love. I imagine it was a mixture of all three, after catching the rook fresh out of the shower once or twice, and listening to one or two of exes wonder why they'd ever left him. He has the day off, and so does she, how much you wanna bet they don't even get out bed?" Finally she could not control herself any longer, and burst out laughing. It took a few moments to calm back down, and wipe a tear from her eyes. "Needless to say, with them taken, I will definitely be back around more often to keep two eyes on the last piece of candy." A few more chuckles passed her lips, before she spoke again.
"You don't think, them together, Brandon being there for Jaime, will effect your master plan of her overcoming her own paranoia, do you?"
It lasted just as long as it took to draw another moan from his girlfriend. Girlfriend?! Yes... Yesss!
Jaime would notice the change then as Brandon's index and middle finger slipped within her warm confines with more than a bit of force.
His thumb squeezed against her flesh, grinding the nub of pleasure that rested atop her womanhood with power. The kiss broke, and Brandon's lips slipped immediately lower along Jaime's chin to her neck. He nibbled softly, her clean skin filling his nose and taste buds with a powerful vanilla aroma. He kissed then, and sucked the sensitive flesh into his teeth and bit softly, then with relish ran his long tongue over the captured flesh. The remaining hand remembered without a conscious thought from the night before how sensitive Jaime's stomach, and ribs were. It ignored her tempting, erect nipples, and traveled lower. Tracing scars above the insistently more rapid breaths that shoved them in and out. First with just the calloused pads of his fingers. Then as the breathing grew faster, and the tremors more violent, with his well trimmed nails. The light scratches seemed to make Jaime frantic, and it was almost as if he could feel the pleasure and tension through their connect. Meanwhile other hands fingers continued, the two inside of her now squeezing out while his thumb made small circles and pushed in. He could feel her gripping him with velvet flesh that was suddenly wetter and hotter than the rest of steaming skin. The next moan he heard, it pierced him through his ear which twitched in response then traveled to his brain, which redirected it all over his body. His fingers tightened, his cock throbbed, and his toes curled.
Something changed, and everything stopped. The next moan, he was sure, was in displeasure for what had gone away.
"Wait..." He breathed, needing her, needing to feel her, "More..." Was all he could managed in explanation.
Pushing her forward softly until her erect nipples touched the cold tiles Brandon stopped there, and bent slightly at the knees. His erect manhood sprang between her legs quickly, and with a mind of it's own prodded, found, and slid hotly into her tight confines. With a sigh of pleasure, Brandon leaned over until he could once again see Jaime's beautiful face. He kissed her just as he surged forward slowly.
-
Before Melanie could completely get going Chavez whipped out her pen and pad, with a slight inclination to make sure it was okay. She had heard the story before, but as a cop there was always the chance that something new might pop. That, or something old might connect a dot that had not been known at the time. Melanie had given her a nod back, something she was grateful for. Unfortunately neither of those two things happened as she relived Melanie's introduction to the horror story. That truly was what it was, it could not be a tragedy even though it was that too, but because it was so visceral, real, and horrible it had to be a horror. It was not just a story of course, it was what actually happened that that only served to make it more horrible in Chavez's eyes. She experienced the emotions against, just as she watched them play out on Melanie's face. The shock was first, and it almost left room for nothing else. In fact it had not for the first few minutes. Not until life, time, reality, fate, or whatever you wanted to call it slowly eroded the shock and created a vacuum that was filled differently for every person involved in the case. That came down to the make up of all those involved, and everyone was completely unique which made their reactions equally unique. Not in the sense of one extreme to the other, but it in the subtle differences like snow flakes. It would never be completely obvious to anyone why one persons sadness or anger was different, but to that individual it was perfectly clear.
For Chavez it was her family, heritage, and duty that influenced her feelings on the matter. While she did not have rather typical several little kids running around her own house, she did have three brothers and two sisters. Not to mention a plethora of aunts, uncles, cousins, nephews, and nieces. Jaime had grown into one of them to some degree, and while it had been easier to deal with the case when it happened it had also been impossible to imagine something like that happening to any of her family. That had been the sadness. Then there was her heritage, even if you weren't in the family, if you were a friend of any of them, then you were in the family. So by extension since Melanie and Jaime were basically sisters, Chavez viewed them both almost the same. It was even hard, and the failure to protect any of them was both saddening and depressing. Finally there was duty. That was the anger. The fact that there was a man, or even if it had been a woman, that could stoop to such a low level and hurt a human being in those ways was disgusting. Chavez lived to catch predators like that, put them behind bars, and watch the repercussions of their actions come to pass. Of course with all three the strongest for the cop was that anger, after all these years it was easier to distance the sadness and depression of failure, but the anger simply would not go away. She was going to catch that puta de mierda, and she was going to fuck his shit up.
As Melanie winded down, Chavez had the strongest urge to both hug Melanie and punch anyone or thing that would make her feel better. But she couldn't, all she could do was smile softly, sadly, and with hope that they would catch the fucker.
The reasoning Melanie provided for letting Jaime take some time off was quickly met with an approving look. Melanie was just as independent as Michelle, and they both knew Jaime could be, but she needed some work. Sometimes it was just to give people space and time to work themselves out. The only surprising thing was that Melanie thought it was possible Jaime was hallucinating. Of everything she said, that was the one thing Chavez jotted down along with a concise reproduction of Melanie's reasoning for why she was giving Jaime time off. It was good to have these records, so that the reasoning did not get twisted or murky in the future. Chavez would have to check with Brandon about whether he thought it was possible that Tony had not been there, fuck, Brandon the thought of him made her wonder whether the new relationship was actually good for Jaime, she'd have to run that by Mel.
“I open a nightclub with a basement MMA cage, while managing to keep it entirely legal, get Jai to run the bar, and only see you once in a blue moon! What’s up with that chickee? What, am I not good enough for you?” She was smiling now, clearly teasing, and the slightly deviant glint in her eyes was reflective of that, especially when she prodded the sergeant’s arm gently. “Or have you just gotten too old to have a little careless fun?”
The laugh that Chavez gave off was both friendly, and amused at Melanie's prodding.
"You know I'll never be too old for fun, careless or not," She quipped with an equally playful light in her own eyes. She put away the pad and pen. Then with a glance of that her own playful malevolence added, "But you might be getting too good for me." Another laugh followed, they both knew that could never be true. "I'll stop deflecting though, and tell you what is really up." That got a little reaction, gossip was always good with Mel, and Chavez rarely indulged, which made her gossip some of the best.
"I was having a tough time around my rook," She raised her eyebrows with a smirk, "Not business. Just, well, you've seen him around her enough, si? You know I'm no good at hiding that shit with a few shots of tequila and so much pretty eye candy around. The three of you could have made for some embarrassing work days." The faintest glow of a blush had crossed her face by this point, but her deep olive skin hid it well. "And he has been spending a lot of time around here, around you, and Jaime." The last word came with a promise of more, but Chavez was definitely enjoying prolonging the looks of glee on Mel's face. "Me and the rook were supposed to babysit Jaime last night."
"Supposed to? I thought the Chief-"
"I didn't, but he did..." Michelle gave Mel just enough time to realize what she was implying then she rushed ahead with the rest. "I called this morning and Jaime could not seem to make up her mind whether she had slept with him or not. I think the answer was, no, yes, maybe. So i figure that means she can't decide whether they fucked, slept together, or made love. I imagine it was a mixture of all three, after catching the rook fresh out of the shower once or twice, and listening to one or two of exes wonder why they'd ever left him. He has the day off, and so does she, how much you wanna bet they don't even get out bed?" Finally she could not control herself any longer, and burst out laughing. It took a few moments to calm back down, and wipe a tear from her eyes. "Needless to say, with them taken, I will definitely be back around more often to keep two eyes on the last piece of candy." A few more chuckles passed her lips, before she spoke again.
"You don't think, them together, Brandon being there for Jaime, will effect your master plan of her overcoming her own paranoia, do you?"
