A lot of fandoms have a lot of disappointments in regards to fanfics. Like the fact that there are no fics in Sword Art Online about the characters journey to normalcy after two years in a virtual reality based on violence, survival and game mechanics that surely created a whole new culture that should be explored and isn't.
However, my biggest disappointment right now is the lack of Pov Outsiders from B99. I'm not talking about general Pov, but specifically about the Halloween Heist. What do the other officers think about them when they're just trying to get through their day? What do the new recruits think when, post canon, a bunch of random people, some of them in a high position of power, keep popping up to completely destroy their workplace once a year?
Anyway, this is my hopeful attempt at inspiring someone to write this thank you
(aka, Jake and Amy’s first night *together*, post-Mac) - rated NSFW. 💗
the shape of you
With her fingers gripped around the base of a washcloth Amy Santiago wipes her bathroom mirror clear of all remaining condensation, casting a discerning eye over the reflection that stares back at her as she drops the towel into the nearby hamper.
It feels like it was only yesterday - but realistically, had been close to six years ago - since she had stood in this very position and prepared for her first date with Jake. It was a lapse of time that felt as though it had passed in a blink, and tonight there was a part of Amy that longed for the simpler times; when her biggest concern had been how to style her hair, second only to which of the two recently purchased dresses she should wear.
(Her final decision to wear her hair down, based purely in the hope that Jake’s fingers may end up running through her curls, had clearly been an excellent one - and one that she definitely thanked herself for making later that evening.)
She still remembers the nerves she’d felt that night (that kind of thrumming that seems to run through your veins when you just know you’re on the verge of something amazing), remembers the feeling of the kiss he gave her outside the restaurant. The way the scent of him had filled her senses as he moved closer, pushing her gently against the exterior with careful hands on either side of her hips. The scratch of the brick against her lower back until his hands moved between her and the stone, simultaneously protecting her from harm and drawing her into his arms. The soft sigh she’d let out as their tongues brushed up against each other … the way her body felt like it was melting into his embrace.
It was the kind of kiss that made Amy forget all the rules (made her forget anything other than how hard her heart was beating against his ribcage) - the kind of kiss that confirmed for her, even if she wasn’t completely ready to admit it - that this thing between them was more than just ‘like’. The rest, as one would say, is history - and while Amy knows that her and Jake’s love story may never compare to the works of Austen or Brontë, theirs will always remain her favourite.
And now, two toothbrushes live in their holder by the sink, her perfume sits comfortably beside the same brand of cologne from that evening, and a series of colourful turtle decals are stuck to the side of their bathtub (supervised from above by the requisite rubber ducky). Clearly, a lot had changed - but the one thing that seems to have made a return appearance from their first night together, is the kaleidoscope of butterflies that have taken up residence in her stomach.
Tonight was Date Night for her and Jake - their first since she’d given birth to Mac close to seven weeks ago - and in true Santiago style, Amy had spent what free time she’d had over the past few days researching the topic of postpartum sex. Standing in front of the mirror now, with her favourite black lacy underwear hiding underneath her robe and far too much awareness of the dark circles under her eyes, Amy was - for the first time in her life - regretting all the studying she had done.
It had been hard not to get lost amongst it all - articles on episiotomies (a side effect of childbirth that, thankfully, she had managed to avoid), scores of medical advice on when is the right time and endless testimonials from other new mothers, most talking about their total loss of sex drive or lack of primal response to their partner’s advances. And even though logically, Amy knows that there is little to no chance of that happening to her and Jake (their sex life pre-baby, by all accounts, had always been healthy - especially so during her pregnancy), it had been enough to plant a seed of doubt in her mind - one that seems to have flourished into something far greater as the hours wore on.
It had, after all, only been a few weeks ago that her underwear had been made of mesh, and housed icepacks to aid the healing of her nether regions. Even less since her bra had needed to fight for space amongst the lactation pads that held court, replaced on the regular as she and Mac tried to figure out some kind of routine when it came to feeding. For a while there, the sexiest thing that either her or Jake could say to the other was ‘you keep sleeping, I’ll take this round’; and now there was a dress hanging in their wardrobe that was a size larger than normal, and a set of stripes on her stomach that remained a constant reminder that things were not as they used to be.
Amy’s hands fiddle with the contents of her makeup bag, toying with the curved edge of her favourite shade of lipstick as her mind continues to race. It was insane, to think this way: and if Jake’s attentiveness to her since giving birth to Mac was anything to go by - his clear attraction to her at all stages of their relationship, actually - her doubts were going to be unfounded.
It had, in fact, only been three days ago that both she and Jake had miraculously woken up before their son … and sleepy morning cuddles had turned into a heavy makeout session, evolving into something a little more before Mac’s indignant ‘I’ve just woken up’ cry filled their apartment and pulled everything to a stop. (Their plans for this evening had been made that very afternoon, with both of them agreeing that perhaps a little bit of ‘Mommy and Daddy time’ was needed.)
Deep down, Amy knew that the bond that she and Jake shared was stronger than anything either had ever known - but the doubts still lingered all the same, and there was only one person she wanted to talk about them with.
As if on cue, “Amy Santiago! Date time! Time to date!” cuts through their previously quiet apartment, and Amy grins into the mirror as she hears her husband’s keys land in the bowl next to hers, finally returning from dropping Mac off at Grandma Karen’s for his overnight visit. Already, she can feel the tension begin to leave her shoulders, calling out a greeting in return as she listens to his footsteps move around their kitchen.
Their home seems strangely quiet without Mac’s presence - largely, because Jake wasn’t singing or talking out his actions as he went, like he did so often when carrying Mac around - and she’s just about to call Jake into the bathroom when his singing voice begins to float down the hallway.
“I think we’re alone now …” the somehow still familiar melody of the 80s song builds in volume as Jake makes his way towards her, and Amy lets out a giggle. It’s a song that a 10 year old version of Amy, resplendent in some version of taffeta, would have absolutely danced to at a cousin’s quinceanera. And while her younger self might be disappointed that her husband didn’t turn out to be a version of Magnum P.I., the Amy that looks back at her in the mirror today, laughing loudly at the man walking towards her, knows that there couldn’t ever be a man better for her than Jake Peralta.
(Moustaches are overrated, anyway. They’re a treasure trove of crumbs, and leave you with a permanent pash rash. Great in theory, but a little morning stubble is much more enjoyable.)
His smile is beyond bright as he passes through the bathroom door, a glass of wine held high in each hand as he hums the last few bars of Tiffany’s greatest (and perhaps, only) hit. “Hey babe - wow, good lord you are gorgeous.”
Feeling the tip of her ears heat up at Jake’s statement, Amy smiles at her husband through the mirror, busying herself with a tube of mascara and quickly changing the subject. “How did Mac go?”
Moving further into the room, Jake leans in to drop a kiss to Amy’s shoulder before placing her glass of wine on the counter. “Uh, it seemed to go okay?” Leaning his weight against the wall beside him, he takes a sip before continuing. “Is it weird how much I missed him, like, the instant I closed Mom’s front door?”
Pulling away from her reflection, Amy turns to face her husband with an understanding grin. “Not at all. I felt like a part of me was missing the second the two of you left an hour ago.” Shrugging, she gives him a sheepish look. “Almost texted you to bring him home immediately, coz I wasn’t sure I could actually go without seeing him for a night.”
“Okay, yeah. That makes total sense, because I literally almost turned the car around twice.”
“Ugh, we really are just lovestruck parents, aren’t we?”
“Oh, absolutely. But, I have to say … I’m also really glad we’re getting to do this.”
Amy’s responding smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes, and the knots in her stomach tighten as she notices Jake pick up on the difference.
His gaze is careful, holding onto the silence for a beat. “Ames?”
Her fingers fiddle with the lid of the mascara, lifting and dropping the wand exactly the way she’d been taught not to do, and suddenly all the words she wants to say have jumbled up at the tip of her tongue. Leaning forward, Jake stretches out his hand to reach for her wrist, and she drops her cosmetics back into the bag without hesitation - the need for her husband’s reassurance too strong to ignore. The warmth of his palm, tied in with the coolness of his wedding band, is a welcome distraction from the uncertainty running through her mind.
“Is there something you want to talk about?”
Amy nods, knitting her eyebrows as she lifts her shoulders in a self-conscious shrug. “I … might have spent a little time the last couple of days, researching into what sex can be like after having a baby.”
Dropping his bottom lip slightly, Jake nods in understanding. “It wouldn’t be you if you hadn’t. But, babe … you know that we don’t have to do anything like that tonight if you don’t feel ready, right? We can just go to dinner, and fall asleep on the couch if you want to.”
Squeezing his hand, Amy is quick to nod in response. “I do know, and I also know that I’ve been looking forward to tonight. Like .. a LOT.” Throwing a wink, Jake squeezes her hand in kind. “I just …” Pulling her fingers out of Jake’s grip, Amy pulls the already closed lapels of her robe tighter. “There are still so many things happening to my body that I don’t have a lot of control over, and I can’t help but worry a little that it’s only a matter of time before …”
“Before?”
Amy’s chin falls to her chest, folding her arms in front before resting her weight against the bathroom sink. Despite all of the reasons why she knew these fears to be irrational, they weren’t showing any signs of going away - and if there’s anyone that can help clear her mind, it’s Jake. Slowly, she raises her head to watch his reaction. “We’ve always had such a great relationship when it comes to being open and affectionate, and the sex - well, you know how good the sex is, but … I don’t know, what if .... what if things happen, and that changes?”
Jake’s reply is so quick - so factual that it makes her heart quicken at the simplicity of it all. “Then we work at it.” Pushing himself off from the wall, Jake comes to stand in front of Amy, tipping one finger underneath her chin and lifting her face towards his. Bright brown eyes stare into hers, so full of sincerity she wants to cry. “We grow, and we change with it. There’s nothing that we can’t overcome, Ames. Nothing.”
It’s everything that she already knew to be true, but felt far more authentic when coming from her husband. She’d felt a little ridiculous to be saying any of it, but it would seem that even the securest of relationships needed a little reassurance now and them. Trying her best to ignore the tears that are threatening to fall from behind her eye, Amy raises her brows. “You really think so?”
“I know so. Babe.” His hands move smoothly, wrapping themselves around her waist and locking at her lower back. “You’re my best friend, the greatest person I’ve ever known - and the most sexiest, might I add - plus, the mother of my child. It’s just not possible for any single universe to exist, where I won’t love you forever.” Leaning in, Jake rests his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath. “We’ve had to overcome so many obstacles, and nothing has beaten us. You’re the love of my life, Amy Santiago, and there is literally not a chance that anything will ever change that.”
It’s all it takes for the threatened tears to begin to fall, and Amy tries her best to blink them away as she stretches onto her toes, lifting herself up to meet Jake’s lips for a kiss. “I love you, Jake. And I’m sorry for all the crazy talk, I just - ”
“Ames.” Jake interrupts, a solemn look falling onto his face. “I’m always going to want to hear how you’re feeling. I know you’d do the same for me, and I don’t want you to think there’s anything that you can’t tell me, okay?”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Amy affirms with a kiss, sighing softly into Jake’s mouth as it deepens. It’s felt like so long since they’ve been able to do this - to just stand and kiss for no other reason than to be close to one another. His eyes are glazed by the time she pulls away, and it’s enough to spark a tiny fire in her heart, and so she leans in for another.
Jake’s voice is muffled slightly when he speaks, waiting for a break in kisses to speak. “We’re going to be late for the restaurant if we’re not careful.”
In what is perhaps the easiest decision she’s had to make in a long time, Amy tightens her grip around Jake’s neck, pulling him in for another hot kiss before whispering against his supple lips - “Fuck the restaurant. And please, fuck me.”
She feels Jake’s hands grip her butt in an instant, digging in as he lifts her with ease. Her legs wrap around his waist, a move that has been done a thousand times before but tonight feels so new, his responding moan sending a wave of shivers up and down her spine as he shuffles them towards the doorway.
There’s a crib half adorned with muslin wraps and a colourful play mat on the floor near their bed for Jake to dodge, but he moves their joined bodies with a practiced ease, never pausing to adjust his grip until Amy can feel the softness of their pillows beneath her head.
The smile he gives her as he hovers above is so soft, the adoration clear as she moves to shove his hoodie from his shoulders. It falls to the floor as his nimble fingers work on the knot of her robe, letting the silk slip through with ease, and Amy can feel her heart begin to race as the material falls away. She knows that it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before - between marriage and motherhood, there literally isn’t a part of her body that Jake doesn’t know like the back of his hand - but she’s still conscious that the bra is a little tighter than it used to be, and the softness of her post-birth tummy remains.
And then Jake sighs, his eyes raking over her body as he whispers, “You’re so goddamn sexy, Santiago,” and suddenly, Amy doesn’t feel like a new mother with formula in her hair and suitcases under her eyes. Suddenly, she feels like a woman - a beautiful, desirable woman who somehow managed to capture the heart of the sweetest man to ever walk the earth. His hands wrap around her waist, lifting her middle towards his as his legs slot in between hers, and the feeling of her husband’s passionate kisses is something that Amy never wants to go without again.
It doesn’t take long before the rest of their clothing has landed on the floor - a sense of urgency to their movements is something they’ve gotten used to, now that the likelihood of being interrupted has become so high - and it isn’t until Jake begins a trail of kisses down Amy’s jawline that she takes a calming breath. She feels giddy, like it’s been far longer than seven weeks since they’ve been able to be together like this (eight, if you counted the last time they had sex before Mac’s early arrival), and the feeling of her husband’s hard dick nudging against her thigh was making her crave more, and she wanted it NOW.
The scent of Jake washes over her as his head dips lower - same as it did all those years ago, only now the scent felt less like cologne and more like home - and her fingers dive into the curls of his hair as his tongue circles the outside of her nipple with the careful consideration of a man who has watched her wince in pain some early mornings. His teeth scrape along the underside of her breast, the feeling of his breath hot against her skin as he moves to her left to repeat. With her free hand, Amy traces the length of his back, holding him close as her fingers run over the dips and scars that she knows oh so well, feeling her hips thrust up instinctively towards her husband as his reverent kisses move further down her body. She can feel the warmth of her arousal pooling in her folds, and it genuinely feels as though she might combust if something doesn’t happen soon.
Jake lifts his head on the way down, the desire in his eyes obvious as he settles himself at the end of their bed, caressing the outside of her thighs as they settle on his shoulders. His voice is gruff, the rough sound of a turned on Jake making a welcome return to her ears, and Amy grins. “Okay, babe?”
Her heart is racing with both anticipation and nerves, but Amy nods anyway. She knows that things might be a little different (pushing a tiny human out of your body kinda has that affect), but she also knows the way she’s feeling right now, part of her might just fall apart completely if she doesn’t get to feel Jake’s mouth work it’s magic on her.
Thankfully, he doesn’t make her wait any longer.
He starts by rubbing the tip of his nose against her clit, a slow and deliberate up-and-down motion that ends far too quickly, looking up at her with a devious grin as he turns his head to place a tender kiss on the inside of her thigh. Amy huffs in dissatisfaction, narrowing her eyes in silent reproach, only to throw her head back into the pillow as Jake immediately relocates to where she needs him the most. His gentle tongue sweeps over her clit with each kiss, lapping up her arousal as the tip of his finger circles her entrance.
“Ames,” Jake whispers, and if it wasn’t for the feeling of his voice vibrating against her over-sensitive body, Amy would swear she’d imagined it. “Ames, look up for me.”
His fingers, now moving in a circular motion around her folds; are making it very hard for Amy to concentrate on anything right now, and it takes another breath or two before she can lift her head. Jake smiles as their eyes lock, holding her gaze as he speaks.
“I love every single part of you, Ames. This right here?” He pauses, dropping a kiss on just the outside edge of where she’s craving him before looking up again. “It shows me how much you want me. How much you want to be with me, and it's so hot, it drives me crazy.” His tongue flicks out, drawing a long, thick line against her folds, and her pelvis arches up towards his touch as his fingers slowly enter. “You’ve literally spilt yourself open to give birth to our child, and you’d do it all again in a heartbeat.” Carefully, they begin to pump in and out of her, settling into a gentle rhythm that sets all of Amy’s nerve endings on fire. “You’re a goddess, Amy Santiago. And I love you more than I can say.”
“I - unhhh! - I love you too, Jake.” Her reply is breathless, broken in two as Jake’s tongue returns to her clit, settling into a pattern that increases in intensity - the way he does whenever he knows Amy is about two seconds away from losing all control. Her left hand travels down until her fingers are running through his hairline, holding him in place with her gentle grip.
“I’m never not going to want you, babe.” His breath is hot against her skin, the tiny stubble of his five o’clock shadow ticking her inner thigh as he deviates to place a series of kisses before leading straight back to her centre. There’s a slight crook to his fingers now, as they continue to move in and out at a steady pace, and it’s enough for both of them to moan their assent. “So good, Ames.”
“Oh god babe, right there - yes!” Jake’s mouth returns to her clit, suckling on her nub as his tongue continues its assault, and its all Amy needs to feel before her mouth falls open in ecstasy, a silent scream of satisfaction falling short in her mouth as her right arm flails up to grip their metal headboard, desperate for something to ground her before her entire body begins to convulse. It had been so. long. since she’d been able to feel like that … so long since there hadn’t been anything between them, and she’d (almost) forgotten just how damn hard it made her heart race.
(From his position at the base of the bed, Jake wraps his hand around his erection and gives himself a few solid strokes at the sight of his wife in post-orgasmic bliss, already certain that the image is going to stay in his memory for a long time to come.)
Amy’s left hand digs into Jake’s hair as she comes down from the high, her fingers carding through the messy half-curls in that way that seems to relax both herself and her husband every time. “You’re always going to want me?”
His gaze grows soft, and after leaving another kiss against her thigh Jake raises up, the comforter around Amy shifting slightly as he moves towards her. The familiar feeling of his bare skin against hers calms Amy’s to no end as Jake hovers above, all the love in the world shining in his eyes as he leans down and presses his lips to hers. “Always.”
Shifting slightly underneath her husband, Amy moves to grip his hard cock in her hand, following the length of his shaft with her palm as Jake moans above her. She watches as his teeth dig into his lower lip, biting down harder as she increases her pace, and she tightens her hold before releasing him completely as his hips lift slightly away.
“Don’t wanna come until I’m inside you,” he whispers, pulling her in for the deepest of kisses before settling in-between her thighs and lining himself up. Amy feels herself tense up, the tiniest sliver of apprehension remaining as her legs widen slightly, and Jake rests his weight on his forearms above her before entering just the tip, pulling out and waiting for her cue to return.
Lifting her pelvis in invitation, Amy holds onto Jake’s gaze as he enters another inch inside her; holding for a moment this time before pulling out completely, returning again with another longer stroke. It’s something that he’s never done before, but was actually the perfect way for Amy to feel reacquainted, and as he repeats the process inch by inch, she gradually feels the last tendrils of tension begin to fade.
Finally, their bodies are hard up against each other, and Amy can’t help but let out a heavy breath as the intimacy of it all envelops her.
“Hey.” His thumb traces her cheek, following the contour of her cheekbone, and it’s definitely not the hormones that are going to make her cry. With eyes so soft Amy could almost dive into them, Jake gives her a tender smile. “I’ve missed you.”
Amy’s hands trace the subtle lines along his arms and shoulders before resting on either side of Jake’s neck, dipping her fingertips into the base of his hairline as she returns his smile. “I’ve missed you too, babe. I love you.”
Jake responds with a kiss, the press of his lips against hers so loving and familiar that Amy cranes her neck to chase for more when it ends. He gives her a knowing smile, nudging the tip of his nose against hers before diving in for another, moving his hips in careful thrusts as his tongue sweeps gently against hers.
Logistically, Amy knows that the feeling of togetherness and completion is what making love is all about - but still, as Jake moves above her and she finds her body responding to his steady rhythm, she finds herself overwhelmed by the emotions washing over her. There were times as a new mother when her body had not felt like her own - like she was merely a walking vehicle for any and all of her son’s needs - but laying here with Jake, feeling all of the other parts of her body awaken at his touch, made her feel so alive.
In her husband’s arms, Amy feels incredible like an irresistible woman, like the goddess he’s always insisted she is. And, most importantly - she feels loved.
Jake’s pace increases, his crazily sexy eyes locking onto hers as he lets out a breathless moan, and Amy feels her lower body instinctively lifting towards his to meet his thrusts. “Oh god, babe … you feel incredible.” Amy’s shoulder blades dig into the mattress as she presses her chest against her husband’s in response, elongating her neck and letting out a satisfied sigh as Jake dips down to lick the sweat off her skin.
It’s his breathless version of her name a moment later that makes Amy break out into a grin, tightening her grip around his lower waist and digging her fingernails into his butt. Jake takes the cue, speeding up again as Amy’s legs tighten around him, sinking her teeth into his shoulder before shifting her weight and rolling him onto his back.
The movement makes his cock slide almost completely out of her, a situation Amy is quick to rectify, throwing him a sly grin as she sidles down. Jake’s teeth sink into his lower lip as their bodies join back together again, a reaction to the sensations that Amy finds herself mirroring, stretching out her spine as she flips her hair back and settles her weight on her husband’s thighs.
It was a moment just like this that she had been afraid of - being in front of her husband in all her naked glory, highlighting all the newly marked curves of her body with no chance for cover. But one look at his face - at the sheer amount of adoration and attraction she finds there, made it clear that when it comes to being loved by somebody like Jake Peralta, there was never going to be anything to fear.
And so she moves, clenching the muscles in her upper thighs as she rises and falls, dipping her pelvis back and forth so that she can really feel every part of him. Jake’s hands fall to her legs, fingertips digging into her soft flesh as he moans beneath her, sliding up to her stomach as she leans forward to rest one hand on his chest. He grins up at her, tracing gentle circles against her skin with his thumbs as he pumps his hips up to meet her every time, and maybe this is the hormones but Amy swears she’s about to either laugh or cry. It’s only taken a moment, but one smile from her husband, and all of her apprehensions are gone completely.
Amy feels the stretch of her ribcage with every staggered breath she takes, gripping Jake’s lower legs from behind as she sets their movements into a steady rhythm. “Babe … Jake. Ohh, I’ve missed this.”
She lets out a moan as she feels Jake’s hand slide up her slick skin, moving towards one breast and cupping her there, carefully circling her nipple with his thumb while his other hand moves to replicate on the other side. It feels incredible, her husband’s touch - especially when coupled with the feeling of his erection inside her - and there’s a breathless affirmation of the same bubbling out of her throat when his hands move to her lower ribs, holding her steady as he lifts his back off of the mattress and pulls Amy in for a kiss.
It’s sloppy, the messy kind of kiss lovers give each other when their bodies are moving at too steady a pace for it to be anything but, but Jake takes the chance to bend his knees behind, silently encouraging Amy to lean back slightly as her own legs stretch out behind him. She can feel the pulse of blood rushing back to her upper thighs as her feet join together behind Jake’s back, holding him in place as she leans against his knees and lifts her pelvis up and down at this new angle. It’s perfect - it’s tantalising, especially once her husband’s skilled fingers reach down to play with her clit - and it’s definitely going to make her come.
“I love you so much, Ames. I’m so lucky to have you, you don’t even know,” Jake’s voice is strained, a surefire sign that he himself isn’t far away from completion, and Amy cannot resist the chance to lean forward - looping one arm around his neck and puling him in for another kiss. She loves this man, with everything that she has, and it’s the thought of what they have together that finally pulls her over the edge, crying into his mouth as her second orgasm of the night washes over her. It’s clearly all that Jake has been waiting for, the sound of his own moans mixing with Amy’s as he makes one final push towards release.
It takes a while for either of them to disentangle themselves from their upright position, their mixed gasps for breaths the only sound in the room until Jake pulls himself out of his sex-induced haze, covering the section of Amy’s neck he has access to with kisses as she lets out a satisfied sigh. Her legs tingled (as did some other places), and part of her cannot wait to write her own (highly positive) account of postpartum sex on the forums she’d visited earlier in the week. But there was something she wanted more than that; and as Jake falls back onto the mattress below she follows suit, tucking herself into the juncture of his neck and shoulder - and just like that, things were exactly as they should be again.
There’s still a latent note of exhaustion in Jake’s voice when he speaks, but his tightened grip around Amy’s naked body begs her not to move as he turns slightly to glance at the clock on her nightstand. “You know, if we moved quickly, we could probably still make our reservations … just blame it all on a flat tire or something.”
Sighing into Jake’s chest, Amy shifts impossible closer before shrugging her shoulders half-heartedly. “We could … or, we could order takeout. Eat, talk, have more sex … whatever.”
Twisting his neck slightly, Jake ducks his head down to meet Amy’s lips with a chaste kiss. “It’s official. My wife is a genius.”
In an hour, there will be an extra blanket laid out on top of the bed, and Jake and Amy will alternate cartons of takeout as they talk about everything that’s happened over the last two months. It’ll be another hour before their meals have been cleared away completely; another again before Jake lifts his head off of his resting place on Amy’s abdomen, leaning in for a kiss that definitely leads to Round Two. They’ll end up sleeping the rest of the night away, curled up into each other’s arms as they relish the silence - yet already dreaming of picking their son up in the morning and looking for all the ways he might have grown during his one night away.
But for now, Amy will rest in her husband’s arms, basking in the feeling of his fingertips as they trace lazy patterns on her bare skin. Change, after all, is inevitable. But the world that she and Jake have built - for both themselves and their family - is strong enough to take on anything.
Hi! Okay so i made this lists specifically for me to write about Peraltiago (please leave me suggestion, please I need this) but everyone/ anyone feel like using this list have at it :)
1. “Wait, you want kids?”
2. “Awww look how cute this baby is!”
3. “I’m late”
4. “You used protection right?”
5. “I don’t think I’ll ever want a baby”
6. “Um, why is there a pregnancy test in the trash can?”
7. “I’m pregnant”
8. “Get that pee stick away from me!”
9. “What do two lines mean?”
10. “How much do you want to bet the babies a girl”
11. “Its a...”
12. “Wow is that the heartbeat?”
13. “Wait is that an arm or a head or a body?” (for an ultrasound)
14. “Look at the baby bump!”
15. “Woah babe, is your stomach moving?”
16. “We are not naming our child that!”
17. “Can I touch the bump?”
18. “I’m as big as a whale!”
19. “Woah babe, you’re huge!”
20. “You know what I’m craving...”
21. “This is going to be a crazy baby shower”
22. “Not if it's my kid, it's not”
23. “My feet hurt”
24. “I can't fit into any of my pants”
25. “I just can't stop sobbing”
26. “Thank god it was just a false call”
27. “I think my water just broke”
28. “I’m never having another kid”
29. “Come on, just push, I believe in you!”
30. “What do you mean you forgot the hospital bag!?”
31. “Woah, I just had a baby...”
32. “Im a mom!” / “I’m a dad!”
33. “It’s your turn to feed the baby”
34. “There name is *insert name*
35. “Holy shit i have a baby”
36. “No-one will ever hurt you kid”
37. “I love you so much right now”
38. “He/She is perfect”
39. “So will you be the Godparents?”
40. “Im so scared im going to fuck this up”
41. “I love baby clothes”
42. “We need to go shopping again?”
43. “Did you hear that?”
44. “Say mama / dada”
45. “Haha i made her/him laugh!”
46 “I cannot believe that was her/his first word”
47. “No don’t say that! Thats a no-no word!”
48. “You’re so stinking adorable”
49. “Your mom/dad is not going to be happy...”
50. “Did she just walk”
51. “It’s dangerous with her/him crawling around every where”
52. “ how are you so fast?”
53. “Just let me call the babysitter one last time..”
54. “Do we look alike?”
55. “Maybe we should go home”
56. “Hey, youre okay”
57. “Mommy/daddy tell me a story”
58. “Its bath time!”
59.”where’s *name’s* Favourite toy?”
60. “Youre going to look so cute when im done with your hair, baby”
61. “If i kiss it will it feel better?”
62. “Stop crying now!”
63. “Hey babe, *name* is having a tantrum? What do i do?”
64. “Wow this is such a good drawing! What is it?”
65. “You got to eat it”
66. “Yeah I’ll play with you”
67. “I am now princess daddy”
68. “You’re just a little mommies/daddies girl/boy, huh!”
69. “Im sorry i cant help”
70. “Watch it again?”
71. “Im a bad mom/dad”
72. “Im so scare of being a dad/mom”.
73. “They (the kid) fell asleep in the bed”
74. “I’ll take care of you, the flu is no big deal”
prompt: jake being the sweet and caring husband he is when amy gets her period, sometime during trying/before ding dong
The first thing Jake notices is the empty tampon packaging in the trash can in their bathroom, the blue cardboard sticking out amongst the tissues as he discards the last of his contact solution.
It’s presence doesn’t surprise him - it’s the same brand that Amy’s been using for years. Cross referenced with the other brands with her typical Type-A regularity for value, availability and reliability; she will often conclude her findings with a satisfied grin, pleased with the knowledge that she is in fact still using the best available option on the market. It’s packaging is a sight that’s as normal as all the rest, and having grown up with his mother and occasionally getting to the stage of regular stay-overs with various girlfriends over the years, Jake is no stranger to finding such things in the trash.
He’s been expecting it for days actually, which probably sounds odd but he’s known Amy for so long that he knows how to read the signs. Breast tenderness was one - and she’d pulled away slightly from the hug he’d given her a couple of days ago, eyebrows knitting in silent discomfort as she’d readjusted her position in his arms before tucking her face into his neck, and it made him realise that a few weeks had (somehow) already passed.
(It had been a hug of commiseration, the latest negative test in what felt like an endless tally of negatives still clutched in her left hand as she wound her arms around his waist, and he knew that she’d been hoping that all the signs her body had been sending her way would be related to a brand new life growing inside her, instead of an indicator for the opposite.)
Another sign (and admittedly, the more obvious one) was the tiny red dot that Amy marks on their calendar each month - in the same location as the ones she marks on her planner - and in true Santiago style, it was right on time. So the empty carton comes as no surprise - but if he was to be completely honest, there was still a tiny part of him that had held onto a sliver of hope that maybe, after they’d given up the rigid scheduling and just started trying to try, that maybe this time the test would be wrong, and they’d have finally gotten it right.
But they hadn’t, and now her body has the receipts.
He knows that Amy thinks it’s her that is failing them, and even though he makes the joke, he wishes that she’d acknowledge the likelihood of it being his. After all, you only need to compare the difference between their genes to know which one of their bodies is way more likely to turn up for their duty on time and ready to go, and which is likely to be a few minutes (too) late. Whether she can’t see it or simply doesn’t want to, Jake isn’t sure. But he’d give anything to be able to make it easier.
Amy’s already in the process of swallowing two Advil at their kitchen sink when he walks in, and as she stretches forward to wash out her glass Jake wraps his left arm around her middle, pressing his chest against her back as he squeezes. Letting out a soft hey, she leans into his touch, and even though Jake can feel the smile on her face when he presses a kiss to her cheek, he can hear the resignation in her voice. He lowers his head to leave another kiss along the side of her neck, wrapping both arms around her middle and resting his forehead against her shoulder when her hands move to cover his. She sighs, and slowly he nods.
“You smell good,” she whispers to break the silence, and eventually Jake shifts his hands from her middle to their kitchen counter, giving her room to turn in place. He catches her gaze when they’re finally face to face, finding all of the sadness that she’s trying so valiantly to mask, mirroring her response when she shrugs in a total loss for words. Her hand moves to rest against his cheek, a touch that is so familiar but still feels so perfect every time she does it, and when he leans in for proper kiss all he can think is how he’d give her the world, if he only knew how.
“I’m just about to call my mom,” Amy mumbles, resting her hands on Jake’s waist and letting them linger as he begins to step back. “I’ve been putting it off for days.” It was something that used to be a lot more regular - until the conversation began to turn towards ovulation schedules and conception suggestions - and as the months went by it just became too difficult for Amy to hear how easy it was for others to do the one thing she was struggling so hard to get right.
Jake nods, deciding in the interim to do a run to the nearest corner store and grab a few necessities. (This phone call, he knew, was going to need space - and he rather give it to Amy before she needed to ask.)
He can hear the hey, mom from their bedroom as he peels the list from it’s magnetic pad on the fridge, and blowing Amy a kiss even though he knows she’ll never see it from the kitchen he heads out, closing the door just loudly enough for her to know that he’s definitely gone.
The Sampson’s Grocers is a relatively new addition to their neighbourhood, a family owned business that sits five and half blocks away from their apartment but always has the best produce. The aisles are familiar to Jake, the layout remaining unchanged each time he comes here with Amy, and he grabs a basket from the door and begins filling it up as he moves through the store.
Because it was written by his wife, the list in his hand has been itemised according to aisle, and it takes him no time at all to gather all of the items, deciding to do a second lap just in case there’s something they’ve both forgotten to put down (and perhaps also to buy Amy and Camila just a little more time).
Because he loves his wife, he stops past the sanitary products in aisle seven, grabbing a twin pack of each level of absorbency and making a mental note to collect the chocolate she likes on the way back to the register.
Because he believes in their future, he gathers another three packets of Amy’s favoured pregnancy test - the ones with the 99.9% certified accuracy - and places them in the basket next to the tampons.
(And because they’re on sale, he grabs an extra packet of sour gummy worms that may or may not end up making it all the way home.)
Normally, for the first few days of her period Amy would be seeking all of her favourites - warm blankets, hot chocolate, takeout and a marathon run of old Jeopardy episodes, all in no particular order. Long since mastering the art of filing up water bottles with one hand while ordering takeout online with the other, Jake hesitates outside their favourite Thai restaurant before deciding to forgo.
(These past few months have been different, and he has the strongest instinct that today is going to be the same.)
She’s on the couch with a blanket covering her feet by the time he walks in the door, eco-friendly bags hanging in his left hand as he closes the door with his right, and gives him a soft smile as he heads towards the kitchen to put everything away. Her positioning leads Jake to think that the pain relief has kicked in but he still moves quickly, eager to return to Amy (it is their day off together, after all), and as he’s finishing up he calls out if she needs anything.
“No. Just you.” Comes her reply, and maybe there’s still a couple of items left on the counter, but clearly out of the two options (out of ANY two options, really), Amy is going to be his priority, and he makes a beeline straight to the living room, capturing her smile and storing it away in his heart with all of the others when he gets there. Grabbing his left hand, Amy pulls it towards her and leaves a kiss against his palm, and when Jake shuffles along the couch to move closer she snuggles into his side, resting her head against his shoulder like that is it’s second home (which, to be fair, it kind of is).
Amy’s hand slides around his waist, toying with the belt loops of his jeans, and after a pause she glances up. “My mom suggested a hormonal assistance program I could start taking that .. actually sounds kinda promising. I’m going to call my doctor tomorrow and see what she thinks.”
He nods, running his right hand along her forearm. “That sounds like a great idea, babe.” She nods into his hoodie, and when the silence stretches out he continues. “Do you want me to get you a hot water bottle or anything?”
Her grip around his waist tightens, as though Jake’s sentence alone was enough of a threat for her, and shakes her head before tucking her nose into his neck. “No. Just you.”
He nods again, resting his head against hers as she takes in a deep breath. This has been the change in recent months, now that the beginning of her period doesn’t just mean persistent aches from all the cramping and no chance of sex for five to seven days. Now, it told her that even though they’d tried their hardest - and then for a little while, didn’t officially ‘try’ at all - that despite her best efforts, nothing had worked, and they (she) had failed again. Now, the pain wasn’t just from the contracting muscles in her uterine walls (he’s read a lot about conception and biology in the last six months); now, the pain is compounded by the confirmation that once again, there would be no mini Peralta-Santiago arriving in nine months time.
She asks him if he thinks everything is going to work out; her voice so soft you almost wouldn’t hear it (but he hears her, even when she thinks he doesn’t), and he nods, shifting to press a kiss to her forehead to seal the promise. There’s no way for him to know for sure - and he’s well aware that as time presses on things will only get harder - but he believes in them with every fibre of his being, and if there was anybody that could come out of this battle a winner, it is Amy Santiago.
So he tells her yes, tells her that he loves her and that everything will be okay, and because she loves him her body relaxes against his, knees curling up until they’re resting just along the outside of his thigh.
“You know, I could actually kinda go for some chocolate,” she mumbles, twisting her neck until her cheek is resting against his chest, and Jake smiles in victory because he knew this was coming.
“Ask and you shall receive, my darling wife.” His left hand disappears from her thigh, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie and grinning brightly as he reveals a family sized block of her favourite - thankfully unmelted due to the slightly cooler weather outside - and her eyes light up in glee. She gives him a chocolate flavoured kiss a few minutes later, telling her she loves him with her actions just as much as her words, and honestly, all of world’s problems could probably be solved by a little chocolate.
It will only be a few more weeks before there will be no need for the recently purchased packets of tampons, and they will get stashed away to the back of the cupboard for their eventual need in nine or ten months time, but for now the day passes with the two of them stretched out on the couch.
There is so much proof of their love within these four walls, and the greatest proof of all is yet to come, but for now all they need is a couple of Advil, a block of chocolate, and the arms of the one you love.
37: “What did you break this time?” and 64: “You know, it’s a really long story.”
@b99peraltiago Adele, I’m very sorry to be so late with this ... but I’ve combined the two into an AU that I hope you enjoy!
crash into you
Series 3 of her favourite podcast, Lingthusiasm, is playing at just the right decibel through Amy Santiago’s earphones as she diverts her Thursday afternoon walk to a soft patch of grass in order stretch out her aching muscles. According to the majority of her research, a steady pace of 3 to 4.5 mph was the optimum standard pace to maintain fitness. In order to excel, she had increased to a regulated 5.5mph over the past few days, and her body was not being subtle in its protest.
She’s not to know it yet, but in the coming days she will be grow to be beyond grateful for the existence of said earphones - as they act as a complete distraction to her surroundings - and as a result Amy does not sense any impending danger until a shrieking “EEEEEEE! WatchoutIcan’tstopIcan’tstopOHGODICAN’TSTOP!” manages to cut through the otherwise dulcet tones of the host Gretchen’s voice.
A mere second later, she finds herself falling to the ground as a confusing mixture of weight, cologne and wheels crashes into her, an unfamiliar pair of arms wrapping themselves around her middle as they attempt to absorb the brunt of their descent.
The blades of grass are cold against her bare arms as she struggles against the sudden oppressive weight, the scent of dirt mixing with this mysterious cologne as she throws her head side to side. “What the …?”
The weight is lifted as suddenly as it arrived, a steady hand planting itself into the ground next to her neck as the rest of Amy’s senses finally begin to regain control. With her sunglasses knocked off during the fray (and therefore temporarily out of reach), she squints against the bright rays of the sun, struggling to make sense of what on earth just happened.
Obviously, somebody had crashed into her. But she still wasn’t sure of the who or the how - or the why, really.
But what Amy could be sure of, as her mind slowly began to focus on what was directly in front of her, was that she was currently looking into the most expressive pair of eyes she’d ever seen in her life. Coupled with a prominent nose, strong jawline and tousled brown hair - it’s messy curls almost begging to be toyed with - the sight was distracting, to say the least.
There’s a dull sound in the back of her mind, a soft baritone that she doesn’t recognise, and as her brows knit with focus Amy realises that the beautiful stranger above her is talking. Tearing her attention away from the warm gaze in front of her, Amy shakes her head in obvious confusion. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Are you okay?”
It’s a simple question - one that should come with its own simple response. She thinks she’s okay - her breath is a little shaky from the shock, and her ankle is throbbing a little from the thwack of what she suspects might be roller skate wheels against her skin, but nothing feels broken. Her voice seems to be coming and going as it pleases, though, and Amy doesn’t quite trust herself to speak more than a few words, and so she gives a feeble nod.
With a relieved sigh the man shifts, moving to sit slightly upright on the grass next to her. “I’m so sorry about that. I called out as loudly as I could, but I don’t think you could hear me until it was too late.” Shaking his head, he gestures down towards his feet, and Amy lifts her head just a little, taking in what she had correctly suspected - a pair of roller skates, strapped to his feet with bright pink and yellow laces.
Clearing her throat, Amy slowly props herself up onto one elbow, angling herself towards her assailant. Her heart still felt like it was beating a little erratically, but no longer seemed to be lodged in her throat, and so she tries speaking something more than just a few words. “I heard …something, but you’re right. It was definitely too late. Maybe a little of ‘I can’t stop’?”
The man nods, changing the motion to a shake immediately after as he reaches down and begins yanking the laces undone. “There are literally no brakes on them. Man, I am truly terrible at this. I haven’t done it in years, and I guess some skills just don’t stay with you over time.”
“Unca Jaaake!” A tiny voice appears, seemingly from nowhere, and Amy props herself up onto both elbows to gain a better view. Skating effortlessly towards them was a young girl, no more than six years old, with soft red hair and a bright smile. Bending her toe towards the sidewalk as she nears Amy and the stranger (Unca Jake seems like a pretty good guess), she comes to a smooth stop in front of them. “You went off so fast! I couldn’t keep up. Isn’t this FUN?!”
“TOTALLY fun, Iggy! So much so that I swept this woman off her feet with all my awesomeness.” Wincing, he looks back over at Amy. “I really am sorry, Miss …?”
Smiling, Amy shifts herself into a half-sitting position before offering a hand to shake. “Santiago. Amy Santiago.”
His hand feels warm against hers, covering her palm with his gentle grip as he responds politely. “Jake Peralta. Or ‘Unca Jake’, as this one likes to call me.” Returning his attention towards the skates, he yanks each one off of his feet with a triumphant shout. “She and I thought it would be a great idea to go skating in the park. Obviously, a better decision for one more than the other.”
Looking up, Amy watches with a grin as the girl in front of them launches into a series of twirls, holding both arms out in the kind of carefree manner that only a happy child can do. “Yeah. I hate to break this to you, but I think she might be a slightly better skater than you.”
“Oh my god, what did you break this time?!” A new, definitely more mature voice cuts into their conversation, and from beside her Jake sighs.
“She didn’t break anything, Gina. This was all me.”
A tall redhead screeches to a stop in front of the two of them, one hand reaching out to adjust the strap on her elbow guard as she throws Jake a withering stare. Her eyes flit over towards Amy, her calculated glare making Amy feel oddly self-conscious, and with a roll of her eyes she returns her attention back to the man beside her. “I’m not talking about Iggy, you doofus. I know it wasn’t her - my girl can glide like an angel. Clearly, if anybody was going to break anything today, it was you.”
“Wish somebody had thought to tell me that,” Jake mutters, balling his hand into a fist and pushing it into the grass as he lifts himself up. Once standing he turns towards Amy, offering her his hand, and she accepts with a smile. His hand really did feel nice and welcoming.
“So you’re just going around knocking down strangers now, huh?”
“You know it was an accident, Gina. I’m just thankful that nobody ended up hurt. This is Amy, by the way.” He gestures towards Amy, and she waves at the redhead in response. “The lovely woman who was innocently walking through the park before I appeared out of nowhere and bowled her over.”
Reaching out her hand, Amy takes a step towards the other woman before stopping in her tracks with a sharp intake of breath. “Ouch!”
Jake is front of her in an instant, reaching out a comforting hand and resting it on her upper arm for support. “Whoa, did I hurt you after all?”
Using her free hand to shield her eyes from the sun, Amy looks at the man in front of her, once again picking up on the obvious concern in his eyes. She gives her ankle a little test wriggle, grimacing slightly as it throbs again in protest. It’s definitely angry; but she can still move her foot without impediment, and so she shakes her head, offering Jake a comforting smile. “No, I think my ankle’s just a little irritated, post-skate attack. Nothing a little ice and elevation can’t fix.”
His hand remains on her upper arm - a fact that Amy is becoming increasingly aware of - and Jake’s eyes watch her carefully as she gives him a friendly shrug. “Are you sure?”
“Moooooom … I’m bored!”
“Me too, Iggs. Me too.”
Holding back a laugh, Amy nods. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
Reluctantly Jake pulls away, throwing a quick glare in his friend’s direction before returning his attention to Amy, patting the pockets of his jeans. “Okay, uh … look. I’m a doctor.” Fishing a card out of his back pocket, he smooths the worn edges before handing it to Amy. “If you start to feel worse at any point in the next 24 hours, I want you to call me, okay? Any time, day or night.”
Plucking the card from his outstretched hand, Amy reads the inscription with surprise. Jake Peralta: Oncologist. Who knew her routine walk would ever be interrupted by a roller skating oncologist? She grins, holding back a giggle as she looks back up at the man in front of her. “Okay. I’m pretty sure I’m fine, but … thank you.”
“Day or night. You could have a concussion, or bruised ribs … I’d hate to have you hurting. So, you know. Call me if you are.”
Amy nods, bidding her goodbyes as she slowly begins to step back, snatching up her sunglasses and trying her very best not to limp in any obvious way as she goes. “Will do. Thanks for the card, and … hope you get better at roller skating.”
Jake’s blindingly bright grin is the last thing Amy sees before she turns around, missing his raised hand’s departing wave as she begins to make her way home. It was ridiculous, but part of her couldn’t help but notice the tiny butterflies that began fluttering through her stomach the moment that man had smiled at her. Not to mention the way his hand had felt so perfectly warm against her own.
Or his kind eyes that seemed to absorb everything she said, when really she hadn’t had much to say at all.
Shaking her head, Amy digs her house key out from its hidden pocket in her leggings, unlocking her front door and heading straight to the kitchen for an ice pack and a glass of wine (in that order). It made absolutely zero sense, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just developed a massive crush on an absolute stranger.
And she had no idea what she was going to do about it.
*
As it turns out, a few glasses of wine with your ankle propped up on the couch gives a normally shy woman a certain amount of courage; and so later that very night Amy sent a polite thank you text to the number on Jake’s business card. (She is, after all, a massive advocate for thank you notes - or any kind of well-mannered correspondence, for that matter.)
Responding within minutes, Jake is obvious in his relief: thankful that he hadn’t left her completely damaged after his horrible attempt to keep up with a six year old.
I honestly would have felt like the worst person ever, his text read, and Amy smiled at his candour. Her thumb is still hovering over the keyboard, trying to figure out a casual way to keep the conversation going (even though it has only just begun, she really doesn’t want it to end just yet) when her phone vibrates again in her hand - this time with a photo of Jake on the ground, obviously having fallen again on his way home. She’s replying with the laughing emoji before she can stop herself, and when he responds with a facepalm and a longwinded description of just how he managed to stack it on the concrete path near his house, Amy gets that warm feeling all over again - like they’ve known each other for way longer than just half a day.
Before she knows it, over half an hour has passed, and her phone has had a steady run of Dr Peralta messages the entire time. Her eyes are still sparkling from all the laughter when the texts seem to pause for a minute or two, and with her heart leaping out of her chest Amy reads his latest message - a shy fragment of sentences, asking her to dinner the following evening.
It’s all she can do not to respond with a oh gosh yes! - choosing instead to type out a less manic version of I’d love to, adding in the blushing emoji and ignoring the throb in her ankle as she begins a happy celebratory dance in her living room.
It’s hard to explain, this feeling she gets whenever they speak, but Amy has the strongest instinct that this could be the start of something amazing.
*
Jake sits across from her the following evening, the nerves obvious on his face as he fidgets with the napkin on the table, and Amy would like to say she’s faring a little better, but she definitely isn’t.
Smoothing her hands against the red dress she’s had hanging in her cupboard for months now - waiting for just the right occasion for it’s debut - Amy wills her legs to stop bouncing with restless energy as she waits for the waiter to finish taking their order. There’s a glass of white wine to both of their lefts, and while part of her is dying to empty the glass right away, there’s another part that wishes they had just ordered a bunch of shots instead. According to her oldest friend Kylie, her reactions seem to vary dependent on the amount she consumes, but there’s something to be said for the influx of Liquid Courage.
He’d told her she was beautiful when they’d met outside the restaurant earlier, his eyes so wide and sincere that all of the first date jitters that had been simmering in Amy’s stomach on the walk over had immediately turned into an inferno. Had held the door open for her, giving her a gentle smile as she passed him by, and when she caught a whiff of the same cologne she’d noticed the day before, her heart had skipped a tiny beat.
It was ridiculous, this pull she felt towards somebody that had literally been a stranger two days ago, but Amy wasn’t even slightly interested in stopping it.
Handing over his menu to the waiter as he departs, Jake flickers his gaze in Amy’s direction, raising his eyebrows slightly when he notices Amy is already looking his way. His hesitation is obvious as his nerves get the better of him, opening his mouth before closing it just as quickly, and Amy - the woman who has attended more Toastmaster courses than most - decides to pull him out of the deep end.
“So … you’re an oncologist?”
He nods, a tiny smile of relief growing on his face. “Yeah. I’m based at Brooklyn Methodist most of the week, and every other Friday I do a little pro-bono work for community health.”
She nods, already invested in hearing more. There was a handsome man sitting across from her in a pale grey shirt, a dark grey blazer and a smile that rivalled the lamp on every table for brightness. He could start reading from the paper, and she’d be invested. “That’s an interesting field to go into. What led you down that path?”
Amy watches as the slightest tinge of pink begins to creep over his cheeks, and damn it if it isn’t incredibly endearing. He hesitates for a moment, eventually raising his hand in a half-dismissive wave. “You know, it’s a really long story.”
She waits, cocking her head slightly to the side, and after a minute Jake breaks out into a grin.
“Okay, fine. It was just me and my Mom growing up, and she was working two or three jobs to pay bills and whatever, so a lot of the time I would stay at my Nan’s until I was old enough to stay on my own. We got really close, because my Nan was awesome, and when I was in my sophomore year of high school she got really sick.” His face falls slightly, and he reaches for the glass of wine to his right. Letting the wine trickle down his throat, Jake studies the glass a little more than necessary, and when he finally turns his attention back to Amy the look on his face makes everything else in the restaurant turn dim. “We couldn’t afford a lot, but we went to so many doctors, trying to find answers, ya know? And nobody seemed to be able to help.”
Amy’s hand seems to move of its own accord, reaching across the table to rest against Jake’s wrist before she even realises what’s happening. His eyes flickers down to her touch before returning to her eyes, and the softness of his gaze only makes her squeeze gently in silent encouragement.
“And … you know, this was a time before Google made everyone doctors, or even a reference point like WebMD, so it wasn’t too long before I found myself down at the local library - literally any chance I could get - just reading and studying and …. I dunno, trying to figure out what I could do to save her. I was just completely in the zone. Honestly, the library lady thought that I had been possessed by some other kid.” Rolling his eyes, he gives a little shrug. “They weren’t entirely wrong, if I’m being honest. I simply couldn’t bear the thought of sitting back and just … waiting for this thing to destroy somebody I loved.”
Nodding slowly, Amy leans forward and uses the leverage to start a soothing stroke up and down her date’s forearm. This is far more contact than she would normally offer on a first date - heck, maybe even more than a second date - but she cannot ignore this instinctual need she has to comfort the man across from her.
Out of the corner of her eye she notices their waiter walking towards them, bottle of wine in hand ready for the pour, and she gives him a subtle shake of her head. There was a story to tell here - she could see it in Jake’s eyes - and even though she’s fairly certain she knows where it’s going, she has no interest in rushing him through it.
Bringing his right hand up to the table, Jake fiddles with his dessert spoon, tracing the smooth outside edge with his thumb as a distraction. “Anyway. Despite all my hopes of becoming some kind of overnight Doogie Howser, things just kept getting worse for Nan, and … yeah. Too little, too late.” Scooping the arm of the utensil up with his fingers, he flips it over a few times, keeping his eyes locked on the flashes of metal against the beige tablecloth.
Taking a deep breath Amy stills her hand on Jake’s arm, waiting until he’s looking back at her before continuing. “I’m really sorry to hear that, Jake.”
He smiles, an action that barely meets his eyes, his face so soft it makes her heart ache. “Thanks, Amy.” His hand stills, foregoing the spoon to scratch an itch along his jawline. “Anyway, by the time all that happened I was like … two months away from graduating school, and medicine had pretty much become the only thing I knew. Add that to a surprisingly good SAT score, and next thing I knew I was on my way to medical school. Broke as hell, studying during the day and working through the night, but … what little inheritance we’d gotten from Nan, my mom insisted it go towards my education, and I was not going to waste that opportunity.”
Chewing slightly on her lower lip, Amy studies the man in front of her. “I think it’s amazing that you’re able to help so many people now, Jake.” He shrugs, and she continues. “No, really. It takes a special kind of soul to be able to take the pain and make it into something stronger.”
“I mean, it’s not all perfect. I’m still paying off the tuition fees, to this day. My da- someone was going to help me with it, but that’s a whole other story.” He sighs, pursing his lips slightly before continuing. “In saying that, I’ve think I’ve been able to help a decent amount of people. And Gina - the woman I was skating with yesterday? - she’s been my friend since childhood; and now she’s my administrative assistant. She has a surprisingly great way of sensing what my patients want to hear while they’re waiting for their appointment, and just provides the perfect distraction every time. So yeah, I think it’s turned out kinda okay.” The table falls silent for a moment, and just as Amy is about to break the hush, Jake blinks rapidly, shaking his head. “God, I’m sorry. I just blurted out like … half of my life story to you. I don’t even know where that came from, I’m so sorry.”
Tightening her grip on Jake’s arm, Amy shakes her head quickly. “No, please don’t apologise. I really loved hearing about it.” Slowly, she began to pull her hand away. “And for what it’s worth, I bet your Nan would have been really proud of you.”
Watching as the blush returns to his cheeks, Amy takes a deep breath in as Jake’s smile begins to return. He nods, his voice suddenly a lot softer. “Yeah, she definitely would be.”
Glancing around the room, his hand runs down the middle of his dress shirt, fingertips skimming over the pale coloured buttons as he gives Amy a sly grin. “I should probably confess something, though. I was really, really glad when you texted me to say you were feeling okay - and not just in the ‘thank god I didn’t break a stranger’s ankle’ kind of way.”
“Oh?”
Jake’s still-fidgety right hand runs through the back of his hair, his expression turning sheepish. “Yeah. I mean, obviously I would have had you come in right away, strapped up your foot or whatever, but … it also would have meant that you’d have become my patient.” He pauses to swallow, rubbing the underside of his ear. “And if you were my patient, I technically wouldn’t have been allowed to ask you out, and that’s just … I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m really happy that we were able to do this.”
The tip of Amy’s ears begin to heat up and she ducks her head slightly, quickly tucking her hair back before looking back up at Jake with a smile. “Me too, Jake.”
Grinning, Jake’s teeth dig slightly into his bottom lip, and he nods. “Anyway. Enough about me. I’m dying to know more about you. What do you, when you’re not getting barrelled down by lunatic doctors in open fields?”
Chuckling at her date’s description of yesterday afternoon, Amy sits up slightly as she answers proudly - “I’m in the NYPD. A detective, actually.”
“No way! That’s so badass. I bet you kick butt.” Jake’s eyes light up, and he leans in closer, arms brushing against the edge of the table as they are relegated to his lap. “Die Hard was not-so-secretly my favourite movie growing up, and for the longest time I was certain I was going to be a cop just like John McClane.”
Amy nods in understanding. At least two of her brothers counted Die Hard as one of their all-time favourites, and she has spent many an evening stuck on the couch, watching the action thriller. “Ah, I see. Well … I’m sorry to tell you this, but I haven’t once jumped off the roof of a burning building. Or climbed through ventilation ducts to save a bunch of hostages from certain death.”
“Yet. You haven’t jumped off the roof of a burning building, yet.”
She laughs. “You’re right. My mistake. I’ll be sure to call you when I do.”
He beams. “I hope you do.”
To the approaching waiter they must have looked particularly odd - the two of them sitting in total silence as they smiled at each other from across the table - but Amy genuinely cannot remember ever feeling as comfortable on her first date as she does right now.
Their easy conversation rolls on throughout their meals, ranging from stories about Amy’s most memorable collars to the patients that Jake has never been able to forget, and Amy is halfway through a story about which brother gave her the scar on her right elbow when the waiter reappears, quietly letting them know that several hours have passed and the restaurant was now ready to close.
She’s still blushing slightly as Jake pays the bill, smiling apologetically at the staff as her date holds out her coat. In the blink of an eye, they had managed to spend the entire night talking, and yet somehow she still wanted to know more.
Jake’s touch feels light against the small of her back as he leads them towards the exit, and as they step out into the night Amy leans her head back to take in the peppered light of the stars above. She’s never been one to believe in fate, but maybe when it came to this, she needed to make an exception.
His hand reaches for hers after the third or fourth block, and as they walk together Amy begins to realise that of all the years she’s spent as a detective solving puzzles, she’d never actually found her own missing piece - and maybe, just maybe, the sweet and charming man beside her was going to be the perfect fit.
They walk for longer than either of them intended, the stories from earlier in the evening picking up as though they were never interrupted, and when they finally end up outside Amy’s apartment she cannot hide the sadness that begins to wash over her.
He kisses her goodnight, and it’s the kind of kiss that begins so soft and delicate, before turning into so much more … even though she knows it’s impossible, Amy swears she can hear the fireworks sparking above them. His arms keep her close to his chest as they both lean in for another, the pounding beat of both of their hearts fighting through the fabric of their coats, and when he finally bids her goodbye, Amy knows that already she is falling, falling, falling.
By the end of the following week, there have been two more dates (and perhaps one sleepover), and in a few years time Gina will tell an entirely different version of how they met to their family and friends at their wedding reception.
It will be a couple more years before their family begins to expand; but as they grow, Amy is always happy to remind their children that her knight in shining armour turned out to be a doctor with ill-fitting skates - and that sometimes, you just have to let your future crash into you.
(And when the time comes to actually teach their kids how to roller skate, maybe Amy chooses to do it on a day when her husband is already tied up with work.)
aka, my response to @rosalitadiazz‘s prompt for #58 - “Here, take my blanket/jacket”. It’s just a sweet little moment that popped into my head, but I hope you enjoy! 💕
you remind me (just how good it can get)
Waving into the camera, Amy blows another set of kisses towards the video image of her son as Karen lifts his tiny (and adorably chubby, honestly she just wants to bite it!) arm out in a miniature wave. From behind her she hears Jake call out that he loves them both, and she echoes the sentiment while Jake wraps one arm around her waist, pulling her closer until her back rests against his chest. Together, they bid their son goodnight, and with one last wave Karen disconnects the call, the image of their little boy quickly replaced by the photo of the three of them leaving the hospital that takes pride of place on Amy’s screen.
Thanks to some diligent saving (and being under the command of a forward-thinking captain like Holt), Amy had been able to take the last few months off on maternity leave. In just three days she would be heading back to work, and while the FOMOW part of her was dying to button up her uniform again, there was a larger part of Amy that was just not ready to say goodbye to her little Leo for anything more than an hour or two.
Tonight had been a trial run, with Jake’s mom Karen volunteering to stay and babysit while he and Amy head out for a long overdue date night. It had felt kind of wonderful, to do her hair and makeup and blush when she notices her husband’s appreciative glances as he passes her in their bedroom. Seemed like forever since she’d felt his hand brush against the small of her back as she walked into a restaurant, or had brushed her feet playfully against his underneath the table.
The last phone call was only their third for the entire night - an admirable feat, considering both of them had nearly asked the other to turn around and head back home mere minutes after closing their apartment door (and maybe once more after their taxi pulled away from the curb). It had helped greatly that Karen had sent them hourly updates - a series of photos that only seemed to increase in cuteness the later into the evening they got - and after paying the bill Jake had gripped Amy’s hand in his, leading her out of the restaurant and suggesting one last call home before it got too late.
And now their son was about to go to sleep, and she wasn’t there to smother his face with kisses, and Amy felt like her heart was stretched across the boroughs of Brooklyn right now.
Running his hands up and down her shoulders, Jake brushes a kiss along Amy’s hairline, and with a sigh she tucks her phone back into her purse. “C’mon, there’s a gelato place up here that I’ve heard has a really good choc fudge.”
“Hold on, I just need ..” she pauses, turning towards Jake and waiting he’s facing her before wrapping her arms around his waist, holding herself tightly to him as she rests her head against his chest. The back of her hands skim against the soft, familiar material of his jacket lining, and Amy closes her eyes as his arms envelop her body and the total Jakeness of his embrace calms her pining heart.
He holds her as they stand together underneath the front awning that covered the restaurant’s expanse of windows, keeping his grip tight as Amy breathes in his cologne and sighs. The bustle of the city around them fades away, the click of a group of women’s heels relegating only to gentle ticks as they pass them by, and she buries her head further in.
She feels the vibrations in Jake’s chest as he speaks, his tone only slightly betraying his concern. “You okay, babe?”
Her cheek rustles against his shirt as she nods, the dark olive green button-down that has always been a favourite, and replies “I am now.” Tipping her chin upwards, Amy smiles up at her husband when his eyes lock onto hers. She hadn’t realised just how much she’d missed nights like this; whether it was gripping her husband’s arm as they walked down the street, or bathing in his smile from across the table as he talks. “We need to do this more often.”
“We really do.”
“Let’s make a new rule. One date night a month, minimum. We’ll swap shifts and plan out babysitters … merge our schedules and make it happen. Okay?”
Jake’s smile is warm, and his hands dip lower on her waist before sliding up towards her back, and it’s such a comforting feeling that Amy can feel herself begin to melt all over again. “Are you asking me to go steady with you, Santiago?”
Amy grins, moving her head into an enthusiastic nod. “But only for like … 70 years or so.”
“Noice. Let’s make it an even hundred.”
“Deal.” Her head falls back down to Jake’s chest, taking another deep breath in. The simplicity of this moment - of being wrapped up in the arms of the man she loves while the world goes on around them - was exactly what she had been craving. After months of next to no sleep and more nursery rhymes than she ever thought she’d know, it was nice to feel like a human being again.
“What do you say we grab some dessert, take a walk around the city for a little while, and then head on home to our son?” Jake mumbles, punctuating his sentence with another kiss into her hair.
Our son. Even with it now being a reality, the sound of those two words together still makes Amy beam. She nods, tightening her grip before pulling back ever so slightly, resting her hands against Jake’s chest. “So … our son. A lot of change around here, huh?”
His laugh bounces off of Amy’s chest and settles straight into her heart, the same joyful feeling she got the first time he laughed at something she said hitting the same now just as it did then, and her own laughter bubbles out of her as he slows down, sliding his thumb along the edge of her cheek. His eyes turn soft, drawing her in without any great effort, and it occurs to Amy that if their son ends up with his father’s eyes, she doesn’t stand a single chance.
“I love you,” Jake whispers, lowering his head to meet her halfway, pressing his lips against hers so sweetly that not for the first time Amy wonders how she ever survived without Jake’s kisses. His hand - always so strong and steady - slides up the middle of her back, and Amy responds by wrapping her arms around his neck, hooking him in as their lips press harder together. If only she could have told those two colleagues, in an evidence locker so long ago, just what kind of joy would be waiting for them both. She’s not sure she would have believed it then, just as it seems almost surreal now.
Their lips part, and as Jake rests his forehead against hers Amy replies, “I love you too, Jake.”
His hand slides along her arm as they pull away, gliding downwards until their palms meet and he tangles their fingers together so seamlessly it’s clear that’s where each of they belong, and Amy smiles at the thought as he leads them down the street.
Despite the long sleeves of her dress, the cool evening air hits her skin unannounced, and Amy shivers slightly. Jake’s hand grips hers tighter in response before pulling away entirely, and just as she looks over in protest Amy notices that he’s already in the process of shedding a layer of clothing.
“Here, take my jacket.” He smiles, already covering her back with the leather before Amy can say another world. The warmth of her husband’s touch washes over her, the scent of him lingering slightly as she grips the edges, running her thumbnail along the jagged teeth of the open zipper.
There’s a slight blush that begins to warm her cheeks, and Amy looks up at Jake with a grateful smile. He’s always looking out for her, picking up on what she needs sometimes before it’s even occurred to herself, and she knows that Jake considers himself lucky to be with her, but truly; she is the lucky one.
Jake breaks the silence with a tiny shrug, rubbing one hand along the back of his neck as he speaks. “Would it be totally insane if I told you just how much I miss Leo right now?”
“Oh heck no. I miss him so much it hurts.”
“He’s been so good with Mom. He really is the best baby.”
“The best,” Amy agrees, craning her neck upwards to meet Jake halfway as he leans in for another kiss. His jacket is draped over her shoulders, so she cannot reach out to grip Jake’s arm the way she’s done a thousand times before, but her hands sneak out from under the front and take a loose grip of his shirt, leaning in to whisper - “Why don’t we get our gelato to go and head on home … and maybe later, we can have our dessert.”
Jake’s eyebrows raise slightly as he reads between the lines, nodding quickly. “Sounds good, excellent plan, let’s do that, cool cool cool.”
His left hand slides around her waist as they walk just that little bit faster towards the gelato shop, discussing the all-important topic of which flavours are superior to the others, and Amy cannot wait for a thousand more moments just like this. For ice cream cones covered in sprinkles (for both Jake and their son); for walks in the park and play time on the swings … and with any luck, another chance to watch as a life begins to grow inside her.
Life was amazing, when you surrounded yourself with the right people, and with Jake by her side Amy was beginning to discover just how good it can get.
Could you write a fic about the cold open of 7×04 and what actually wouldve happened if terry wasnt in his office 😂 (By the way i love your content!)
I definitely can! (Did I spend the majority of today writing this, and very little else? Yes I did. Was it a valuable use of my time? Absolutely.)
Rated NSFW - and also available on AO3 if you’d prefer. 👮🏽♀️
oh captain, my captain
With a satisfied hum Amy adjusts the last pile of paperwork on the desk, nudging it slightly to the left so that it sits perfectly perpendicular with both the right and bottom edges of the wood grained surface. Double checking that all breakable items have been stored away for safekeeping, she stands in the centre of the captain’s office once done, folding her arms across the front of her chest as she allows herself a cursory nod of approval.
There’s an anxious energy running through to the tip of her right foot, and the steady tick of clock on the wall reminds her of the metronome that used to accompany every music lesson she took in high school. Briefly, she wonders if her and Jake’s son will play an instrument as well.
Her nerves are racing, and she’s barrelling towards a severe case of paranoia; but logically she knows that her plan is sound, so Amy runs through several key points in her head, one last time:
1: Scully and Hitchcock’s recent hare-brained plan to build and cook a Mega Pizza at their desk (their mourning period from the pizza vending machine finally coming to an end) had resulted in a small fire and the complete short-wiring of all electrical equipment on the fourth floor, rendering the bullpen and all surrounding offices completely useless,
2: Budget cuts meant that the repair crew would not be in for two more days, and due to the lack of security and surveillance, the floor had been cut off from access entirely - except for Sergeant Santiago, whom they’d trusted would hold the keys to each stairwell in safekeeping, and
3: The growing baby in her uterus has set her hormones onto an all-time high, and if there was any chance for this fantasy to come to life, it was right. now.
Adjusting the tucked in edges of her version of work attire, Amy fiddles with the toy captain’s badge that she had clipped to the front. It wasn’t nearly as shiny as the real thing, and was far too light to feel legitimate, but there was still a sliver of joy that ran down her spine whenever she looked at it attached to her chest. One day, hopefully not too far from now, the real thing would be there permanently.
Flicking her wrist upwards, she looks at watch without ever registering the time. It was relatively late in the evening and she had texted Jake fifteen minutes ago, explaining that she was finishing up some duties in the precinct and needed some help moving some heavy boxes around in Terry’s office. Like the sweet and dutiful husband she knew him to be, he had responded within seconds, an emoji filled text message telling her that he was on his way.
He had been so supportive the past five months - supportive for their entire relationship, if she really thought about it - stocking up on the one brand of tea that didn’t make her feel sick, offering regular back and foot rubs, drawing baths with just the right amount of hot water and bubbles, and complimenting her body with such sincerity that even on her worst days, Amy had still felt a little bit desirable. He honestly had been exactly the kind of charming husband that she knew he would be, and she couldn’t wait to see him turn into an equally wonderful father to their son.
She glances at the clock on the wall and sighs, shifting the captain’s hat she’s been holding to her left hand before placing it carefully on her head. He just needs to work on his punctuality.
Finally, she can hear the telltale squeak of his favourite sneakers, growing louder as he moves further into the bullpen, and only moments later he calls out - “Ames?”
“In here!” Amy yells in response, adjusting the stark white blouse one last time and putting on her best Power Pose as she waits. His steps are faster now that he knows where to go, and as he opens the door and sees his wife standing before him in a makeshift captain’s uniform, Jake’s eyes turn as wide as saucers.
“Babe?”
“Detective Peralta. It’s about time you got here. Close the door.”
With his eyebrows flickering upwards, Jake blinks a few times before responding, the blinds rattling slightly at the force of his movement. “Yes, ma’am, I apologise for the delay. I got caught up in - ”
“Spare me the details, detective. We can discuss your issues with time management later. There are more important matters at hand.”
His posture straightens and he nods, and a familiar twinkle begins to show in those beautiful brown eyes.
Focus, Amy.
“It’s come to my attention recently that, despite previous scenarios that have held similar elements, there still appears to be a pressing need for the reality to occur.” She can see Jake suppressing a grin, and holds her ground as he starts walking towards her. “And while said earlier exercises have held a very high success rate, it would seem as though sometimes there is just no substitute for the real thing.”
Jake stops just in front of her, close enough that Amy can smell that intoxicating mix of cologne and their fabric softener and Jake. His grin hasn’t faded - if anything, it’s grown - and he grips his hands behind his back like a dutiful officer of the law. While his eyes trace up and down her body, taking in the uniform, his grin turns into a full-blown beam, and after he beat he leans forward to whisper - “You want me to fuck you in the Captain’s Office?”
She nods, quick and stern, and corrects his inflection. “I’m going to fuck you in the Captain’s Office.”
His breath is warm against her cheek as he lets out a grunted hell yeah, pressing his lips against hers a mere second later. Warm hands are wrapped around her waist, and hers curl around his neck as the need to be as close as possible to him overthrows the need to play pretend, and when his tongue massages hers Amy cannot help but let out a contented sigh.
His face has taken on That Look when they finally pull apart, that I’m so turned on look that Amy loves to see (but really, she loves all of his faces, and damn anyone who says that makes her a lovestruck fool), and her heart begins to race at the anticipation of what’s to come.
They’d only been dating a few weeks the first time they tried this; a pared down version of role play with Jake using his very best authoritative captain’s voice and turning Amy on so quickly that the resulting sex had led to multiple orgasms for both. For their one year anniversary (a date that had been delayed slightly by a temporary Floridian residence), he had set up the reading room in her apartment to be an almost exact replica of Holt’s office, and proceeded to fuck her on every single available surface. It was a treasured memory, and one that rated very high on her list of Favourite Sexy Timez, and even to this day she cannot read a book in there without getting turned on just a little bit by the thought of it.
Over the years they’d branched out into various role plays, with a special section of their closet dedicated specifically to the costumes they’ve acquired along the way, and while Jake has definitely seen Amy in this captain’s uniform before she’s fairly certain that this change of scenery into something far more real is going to turn him even more than usual.
Lord knows it has definitely worked out that way for her.
His hands have stayed on her waist, and with a grin he yanks her closer, pressing his hips into hers. Yep. It’s definitely working for him too.
He pulls her in for another kiss, and as much as she wants to let him, there are a few important details that the need to iron out first, and so Amy presses her hands against the grey shirt that lay underneath his open flannel.
“There needs to be a few quick rules before we go through with this, Peralta.”
“Whatever it is, I’m going to say yes.”
“Obviously.” She raises her hand, pointing her index finger upwards. “Rule one, what happens in here never leaves these four walls.”
Jake nods. “No doubt. Rule two, I get to replay this in my mind whenever I feel like it.” His hands slide lower, gripping her butt gently. “And babe, I’m gonna feel like it a lot.”
Smiling, Amy shakes her head. “Rule number three.” She leans in, grabbing the open panels of his shirt and pulling him closer. “You’ve gotta make me scream, babe.”
He grins, that sexy smirk that once only belonged in the bedroom but over the years has progressed to closets, kitchens, living rooms and even once an elevator with the emergency break on. “Yes, Captain.”
Oh, mama. Her breath catches in her chest, and Amy can feel her eyes widen as she looks up at her husband, the facade temporarily stripped away as she speaks. “Say it again.”
Jake leans in this time, moving his hands to rest two fingers against his forehead, pushing them away quickly in a faux salute, and ohhhh mama. “At your command, Captain Santiago.”
Her lips are pressed against his before another thought can be made, the amount of desire running through her veins providing more than enough fuel for Amy to get the fire started. Jake’s hands move just as quickly, wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer before tugging at the blouse that she had tucked so perfectly into place. Moaning into Jake’s mouth, Amy shuffles them backwards, casting both of his shirts to the floor and feeling the edge of the desk scrape along her thighs as they make their way to the tall leather chair that has held such power in so many moments.
Jake pushes her against the desk before they can get there, digging his fingers into her ass with such ferocity that Amy feels the blood rush in for repair at his release, and when his hands move up to undo her buttons she lets out another encouraging moan into his mouth. It had been a passing joke when Jake had misinterpreted her request, months ago on the morning of the Jimmy Jabs, but Amy would be lying if she said there hadn’t been a frisson of excitement run down her spine at the suggestion of it, and now that it was finally happening, she couldn’t wait to get to the good stuff.
A rush of cool air hits her overheated skin as Jake flicks open the last button on her blouse, shoving the panels to the side and letting out an appreciative sigh at what he finds underneath. She knew him to be a fan of the curves that her pregnancy has blessed her with - particularly when it came to her boobs - and Amy had done her due diligence in researching a front clasping bra specifically for this occasion. It was nude in colour - work appropriate of course, even if this particular uniform is technically a costume - and had just enough padding and lace to make her chest look incredibly inviting.
“Ames,” Jake whispers, eyes bright with attraction as he leans down to begin a trail of kisses against her bare skin, scraping his teeth along her collarbone. Carding her fingers through his hair, Amy uses her right hand to reach in-between Jake’s chest and hers, undoing the clasp in a practiced move and Jake sighs in approval at the sudden change of pace. His hands move lower; undoing her navy blue slacks as his tongue laps gently at each of her nipples, already aware of the sensitivity that she’s begun to experience there, but tonight all of her nerves are on high alert in other places, and so Amy digs her fingernails into Jake’s hair in silent encouragement to continue.
He lets out another moan, the sensation of his voice vibrating against her skin as he leaves a gentle bite underneath one breast, lifting her hips up slightly to push her slacks towards the floor. Amy kicks off her shoes quickly and Jake follows her lead, listening for the heavy thunk as both hers and his hit the ground. She lets her hands linger along the bulge of her husband’s biceps as they wander lower, undoing the button and fly of Jake’s jeans as his lips move back up towards hers for a heated kiss.
His hands roam along the curve of her belly, touch turning incredibly soft as he traces the gentle swell where their son is currently growing. He’s been so incredibly enamoured with watching Amy’s body grow, making it a daily ritual to kiss both her and her bump good morning and good night and making Amy’s heart flutter just a little bit each time. Some nights he rests his head against her abdomen as they lay together on the couch, and on lazy mornings when getting out of bed seems like way too much of an effort he will shuffle down the mattress, leaning in to tell their baby boy the story of how he and Amy met, peppering the moments with truly terrible dad jokes that she just knows he’s been storing up for future reference.
“You really are my dream girl,” Jake mumbles against her cheek as he kisses a path towards her earlobe, nipping gently at the hypersensitive spot that only he knows about just below. Amy’s responding giggle turns into a gasp as he does so, and she grips the waist of his jeans and pushes them down as far as her position will allow, waiting for Jake to pull back slightly so that he can take care of the rest of the material.
The chair moves back into her eye line as Jake shakes the last leg of his jeans off, and Amy rises from her perched position on the edge of the desk to meet her husband, planting her palms square against his chest as she shoves him backwards. His butt lands square on the seat as he lets out a surprised yelp, and she grins. “Now I’ve got you exactly where I wanted you, detective.”
He lets out a soft laugh, his arousal obvious in the unusual gruffness of his voice (and the sizeable bulge in his boxers), opening his arms out in silent invitation - and it’s one that Amy is very willing to respond to. She moves towards Jake, resting one hand along the top of the chair as she plants one knee on the cushion beneath them, and then pauses.
“Wait … the arms on this don’t move. Can you - ”
“Uh … what if I - ”
“Oof. Okay let me just put my knee - ow, babe!”
“Sorry! I think maybe if ..”
“This belly doesn’t make things … How about - Oh god no, my back!”
Out of nowhere, Jake bursts into laughter, the absolute ridiculousness of the situation causing his chest to bounce with joviality. His hands are resting against Amy’s back, low enough to support her movements as she laughs along with him, tucking her head into his neck as the tears streak down her face. In mere seconds, all of the tension dissipates, and that is a skill that only someone like her husband could possess.
Amy rests her hands against Jake’s dancing shoulders, sliding her palms up to cup his jawline, taking in his infectious smile and oh how she loves this man. Both of their pants are on the floor of their superior’s office, her shirts is wide open and Jake’s hair is all over the place from her fingers running through it, but she feels as comfortable right here as she would if they were at home on their couch.
She loves Jake Peralta for a lot of reasons, and that was never going to change.
Bending slightly lower Amy tips the captains cap back and drops her forehead to rest against Jake’s, leaving a soft kiss against the bridge of his nose as their laughter begins to trickle to a stop, and it’s only a second later that he moves his head to capture her lips with his own. It’s a simple kiss, the sweetness of it all proving to be too much for Amy as they part, and she strokes Jake’s right cheek with her hand stating the most simples of truths: “I love you.”
His cheeks flush slightly as he looks up at her in utter adoration, right hand sliding along her outer thigh as he replies. “I love you too, Ames.” Shifting his body ever so slightly, Jake digs his fingers into her skin and continues. “Here, rest your weight on this leg .. I have an idea how we can make this work.”
“I’m still not going to be able t-ohhhhh.” The protest dies in the back of Amy’s mouth as Jake’s fingers push her underwear to the side, the angle of her half standing position giving him easy access to where she really wants him. He circles her clit slowly, watching her lungs expand and contract as he slowly gains speed, and as Amy moves her hands to his shoulders, Jake dips his middle finger inside. Her breath hitches, and he pulls out before returning, once with two fingers and then again with three.
“So wet, babe. You’ve been thinking about this a lot, huh?” Jake’s lips are pushing against Amy’s before she can answer, and the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of her takes all response away from her, letting her tongue push against his in response instead.
She comes to when he finally pulls away, taking in a shuddering breath before throwing him a withering stare for a millisecond, stating “You were ten minutes late, Peralta.” Pulling him back in for another kiss Amy sinks her teeth into his lower lip in admonishment, and Jake’s responding groan vibrates again her chest. She smiles when they part, running her hand through his hair and tugging gently at the roots. “I had to think about something to pass the time.”
“Mmm,” Jake moans, tucking his head into Amy’s neck as his fingers move faster, “Let me make that up to you, babe.” He makes no hesitation in twisting his wrist, circling his thumb around in the small, rapid circles that he does so expertly. It’s a well-practised move, one performed only two days ago when he crowded her up against the kitchen sink and pushed her over the edge while they waited for their coffee to finish brewing.
His fingers stop pumping, pushing in deep and holding still while slightly crooked. Jake grins up at her as his thumb doubles down in intensity, and Amy tightens her thighs against his wrist as she comes with a stuttered gasp, a mumbled version of her husband’s name falling from her lips as her shaking legs release him from her grip. She giggles softly (at least, as much as her racing lungs will allow her) and grabs Jake’s hand as he pulls away, pulling it towards her lips and sucking gently on his fingers, sighing in satisfaction at the taste of her arousal. “Consider yourself forgiven.”
His hand falls from her grasp, and Jake stretches himself up to kiss Amy, gripping his arms around her lower back tightly as he lifts off of the chair, stumbling back towards the desk and resting her butt against the surface once he feels the hard wood press against his thighs.
“I need to be inside you,” he mumbles between hot kisses as his fingers grip the top of her panties, and Amy lifts her hips again to help the fabric disappear faster. He makes quick work of his own boxers once her underwear is on the floor - and honestly Amy has fantasised about giving Jake a blowjob in this office enough times that she genuinely had planned to do so - but all the hormones that her body was producing right now had turned her into a horny mess and she, too, needed him inside her now.
Spreading her legs as Jake moves in between them, Amy raises her hand up and pulls away the captains hat that she’d managed to keep on until now, resting it on the surface before planting her hands behind her body for support. She smiles up at Jake as he groans with lust, pumping his wrist up and down his cock while his tongue darts out to moisten the edge of his mouth. “You truly are the sexiest woman alive, you know that right?”
She nods, and Jake leans in for a kiss, tongue slipping into her mouth as he pushes his cock inside, fingers digging into her hips before resting beside hers on the desk. This time it’s Amy’s turn to moan as Jake begins to pump slowly, getting both of them used to this unfamiliar position, and honestly every thrust already feels incredible.
He watches her with the careful eyes of a well-trained detective, but also that of an attentive husband (both of them had discovered that once pregnant, Amy’s body gave different reactions to things that used to work so well), and she gives Jake an encouraging nod of her head as he begins to pick up speed. She couldn’t tell if it was the angle that the desk presented, or the fact that there were doing it in the captain’s office, but everything felt fucking amazing and she could already feel her body beginning to respond.
“Oh god Jake, yes …” Bending back on both hands Amy tents her knees, resting her heels precariously along the edge of the desk and letting her body bounce to the rhythm of Jake’s thrusts as all of nerve endings begin to come alive. The various collegiate novels and industry awards that are lined up on the shelves behind Jake catch her eye, and the sheer illicitness of what they are doing feels better than she could have possibly anticipated. They should have done this years ago. Her husband’s right hand moves to cup one of breasts, pushing the heel of his palm along the bottom just the way she likes, and the pressure feels so good that she lets out a gentle moan. His fingers move further, circling her sensitive nipple with his thumb and only weeks ago an action like that would have had her screaming in pain, but thank god her body has adjusted to these changes because NOW it feels like he’s lighting a match with every stroke, pushing her closer and closer to combustion. “Yes! Harder, babe!”
Jake’s breath is hot against her neck as he leaves a series of slopping kisses, dropping one to her mouth before pulling away, breathless. “You feel so good Ames, so hot … I can’t believe we’re fucking in the captain’s office. Fuck I love you.”
Amy moves her head back up slightly, eager to watch her husband as he moves closer to the point of no return, and the sight of his beautiful face as he thrusts harder and harder makes Amy call out his name, circling one leg around his lower body in silent encouragement for more. Glancing behind her quickly, Amy grips the edge of the captain’s hat from the desk, using her thumb to rotate it within her grasp and places it onto Jake’s head with a cheeky grin. It seems to spur him on, her body rocking against the desk with every single thrust as he increases the intensity, that determined look that she loves so much falling onto his face as he pushes harder and faster.
Amy lets her hand slide back down his chest, pinching his right nipple as she goes before heading straight for her clit, holding on to Jake’s steady gaze as she begins to move her fingers in the rapid circles that never fail to get her off. She doesn’t want this to end, but her first orgasm had felt so. good! and she was absolutely ready for another. The handles on the desk drawers beneath them begin to rattle as Jake really begins to hammer into her, clearly racing towards climax as he mouths Ames over and over.
The sensation of it all becomes too much a couple of minutes later and Amy cranes her neck back, calling out her husband’s name as another orgasm takes over her body, the delicious rush of it all making her giggle nonsensically. From above her, Jake moans as Amy’s insides pulse around him, and when she drops her chin to watch him he grips her butt in both hands, pulling her as close as the bump will allow and changing the angle completely.
His pubic bone rubs against her clit with every forceful pump from this new position, and even though Amy’s just had an orgasm and she would normally be oversensitive by this point, she’s also incredibly turned on - and as Jake’s thrusts continue she grips her other leg around his waist, holding on to him with nothing but her lower body as another wave washes over her. This time proves to be too much for Jake as he follows her over the edge, digging his fingers into her skin and calling out her name as he releases everything he has.
It takes a while for either of them to come down from the high, with only the sound of panting breaths and gentle kisses filling the room. Slowly they part, holding out items of clothing to the other as they begin to put themselves back together, adding in a lingering touch every time one of them is near enough.
They clear away the evidence of their tryst with the practiced efficiency of a team that know each other inside and out (because really, that’s the only way you could describe their partnership by now), and Jake pulls Amy in for one last lingering kiss as he fastens the top button of his jeans.
“Alright babe, I’m just gonna grab a few things from my desk while I can get to it, and then let’s go home, yeah?”
Amy nods, running her hand along her ponytail and quickly deciding it probably needs to be redone. “Yep, I’ll be right out. Oh, and Jake?”
He turns at the doorway, one hand still gripping the outside frame, and Amy takes deliberately strong steps towards him. Grabbing him by the collar, she yanks him in hard and fast for a swift kiss, pulling away before he can even try to deepen it. There’s a flustered look on his face as they part, which when matched with his I just had sex hair makes him all the more adorable, and Amy gives him a quick wink before pushing him out completely.
