Detective Kimberly Mason walks into the Long Beach police station with a purpose; she attempts to ask for directions from several people that pass her but is met with being brushed off or outright ignored. Frustration begins to build but the brunette keeps her cool and continues, all but grabbing the next person she sees to get her much needed answer. "Excuse me? Where can I find the Chief's office?" (for Alex >.> <.<)
Alex heard the brunette asking questions and did his best to ignore the young woman as he completed a report. It had been a long-ass night after a double homicide and he just wanted to get the shit in writing, and be on his way home. Grabbing his now-cooled cup of coffee, he stood up to head back to the lounge knowing he would need another to make it through. Losing track of the young woman he walked around his desk and proceeded to head down the hall when she all but ran into him. "Shit,' he sighed not even attempting to censor it. Forced a sardonic smile before he asked,"Well, that depends on who asking?" The last thing he wanted was his boss pissed for not intercepting something that could've been handled easily. Alex made a point to blink before he asked, "What's this about?"
GENERAL NOTES → Kimberly offers to help Keaton work out.
SIDE NOTES → Smut.
Keaton pulled off the button up shirt he'd been wearing and tossed it on his bed. His body was good? Just good? Rolling his eyes, he turned to look in the mirror and shrugged. "Yeah right," he said quietly. Walking out of his room, thankful that his entire family seemed to be missing in action, Keaton made his way down to the kitchen. If Kimberly was coming over anytime soon, he'd have to unlock the gate for her whenever she actually got there. The thoughts rolled through his mind on all of the ways she'd make his body better and they seemed to have a good outcome. As he waited, he took a seat on one of the bar stools and watched ESPN.
Kimberly: walked out of the elevator that went up to her family's pent house, heading out to call a cab. She didn't drive, it was too much of a hassle to deal with traffic in New York. She gave the man the address and sat back as they headed that way. It wasn't a terribly long ride, she'd been there recently to hang out with Meredith so she knew the way. When the driver stopped she got out and paid him, pulling her phone from her pocket and texting Keaton to let him know she was there.
Keaton picked up his phone with a grin and pressed the button for the gate, knowing it'd swing open. Getting up, he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and moved toward the door. Kimberly was hot and definitely had the same attitude as him, if not worse. Before she could even get to the door, he opened it up and smirked. "About time you show up."
Kimberly: stepped back to avoid the gate as it swung open on it's own. She walked through and headed for the door, she smirked as he opened it, walking up to him. "I'm worth the wait." She quirked an eyebrow and slipped past him. She hadn't bothered to change into anything intended for working out, going for her favorite tight jeans and a low cut t-shirt.
Keaton shook his head as the attitude she had was never covered for a second. He pushed the door shut and looked at clothes, his eyes narrowing slightly. "If you planned on working out in that, I don't think we'll be getting much done," he said, teeth grazing over his bottom lip.
Kimberly: grinned, turning back to look at him. "I'll make it work." She shrugged. She didn't generally work out. She loved her body, she wasn't super skinny, she had curves, and she wouldn't give those up for anything. She saw zero appeal in the bony look a lot of other girls had going on. "Lead the way." she gestured. She'd been to the Baizen's a couple of times, but the most of them had been for parties or with Mere, so she didn't know where everything in the house was.
Keaton brushed past Kimberly and shook his head. "If Mere knew you were to here uh- 'work out' with me, she'd probably lose her mind," he said, jogging up the steps. "Do you want the real work out room or some of the stuff I have set up in my room?"
Kimberly: shrugged and followed him. "Why would she care?" she asked. She assumed all families worked the way hers did, she didn't care what her siblings did with whom as long as they stayed out of her room. She followed him up the stairs, "You have a home gym and you still keep equipment in your room? That is dedication." She shook her head. Granted it wasn't for nothing, his body was fantastic.
Keaton shrugged. "It's Mere. She practically hates the fact that I breathe. Add that I stole away one of her friends for a night and she'll be outraged," he said with a grin. Walking towards his room, he nodded. "Sometimes I don't want to work out with my family. I see them enough already." Opening his door, he left it open and walked in. Moving to sit on the bed, he nodded toward the corner filled with weights. "Not much, but it's growing."
Kimberly: walked into the room, she could understand that, she got annoyed with her brothers. but she still wouldn't care what they did. She shrugged it off and looked over at the weights. "How much can you lift?" She asked curiously, walking over to the weight bench. she ran her fingers over one of the smooth black weights, looking over at him. She placed her hands on her hips, waiting
Keaton moved over to the bench and sat on the edge of it. "I've been doing 200, 20 reps," he said with a shrug. To him, it was nothing, but he wanted to be able to lift more. "Which means I'd have no problem bench pressing you," he said with a smirk.
Kimberly: looked down at him, quirking an eyebrow when he said he could bench press her. "You'd have a hell of a time getting me to stay still for it." she shook her head. The mental image was pretty funny though. "So are you one of those muscle heads, obsessed with weight lifting?" She asked curiously
Keaton rolled his eyes with a smile and shook his head. "I work out every now and then, it's not an obsessive thing at all." Pointing down to his perfectly chiseled abdomen, Keaton smirked. "Although I'd never let these go away."
Kimberly: swung her leg around, straddling the bench, she ran her hands over the bar, knowing she couldn't lift half that weight, she had no illusion that she was physically strong, or ever had to do any heavy lifting, she was a spoiled brat and any heavy lifting was done by hired workers. "Do it." She said, getting up. "Twenty reps with two hundred pounds, I want to see it."
Keaton watched as the girl took a seat on the bench. Yeah, he'd more than bench press her if he ever got the chance. "What do I get if I do it?" he asked, laying back and moving under under the bar. With ease, he lifted the bar and began his reps, his eyes locked on hers.
Kimberly: placed her hands on her chest. "Do it and find out." she answered, as he leaned back and lifted the bar up, her eyes traveled over his body, his feet on the ground, his hip bones above the waistband of his shorts. His flat, smooth abs, finally up to his face, watching, counting in her mind as he lifted and lowered the bar
Keaton found it hard to focus with Kimberly's shirt being cut so low. As he got closer and closer to 20, his reps grew a little quicker. His arms were starting to burn, but he wanted to find out what happened when he actually completed every single rep. "20," he counted off, lifting the bar an extra time and placing it back on the rack with a wink. Laying there, he looked up at her. "Well?"
Kimberly: stepped forward, swinging her leg over the bench and his torso so she was straddling his waist. "Impressive." She commented, her fingers moving over his abs, looking down at him. "And what other impressive feats can you manage?" She asked her fingers brushing the waistband of his shorts and then moving back up his six pack
Keaton smirked when Kimberly planted herself onto him. It was what he'd been waiting for since she walked in the door. "You'd be amazed by all of things I could do," he said, leaning up to wrap one of his arms around her waist. His lips pressed against her gently before his teeth grazed against her skin. "I'm not sure how much you want to work though."
Kimberly: smirked into the kiss. "This is the one area I'm willing to put effort into." She nodded and kissed him again. She let her hand tangle into his hair before pulling back. "I'm surprisingly limber." She smirked.
Keaton "Yeah?" he asked. Without another question, Keaton lifted her up and walked over to the bed. "I guess we'll see how limber you /really/ are," he whispered. As soon as the blondes back hit the bed, Keaton moved to lay between her legs, his lips inches from hers.
Kimberly: was actually a little surprised at how easily he picked her up and carried her to the bed. she wrapped her legs around his waist when he moved between them, leaning up just enough for her to get her shirt off, dropping it on the floor. Kimberly was incredibly confident when it came to being shirtless.
Keaton licked his lip at the sight of the girl shirtless below him. "Can't you walk around shirtless more often?" he asked, his lips moving down to kiss over her covered breasts. She was undeniably attractive and for the night, he had no problem showing her just how much he appreciated her.
Kimberly: ran a hand through her hair to get it out of her face. "I could, turns out New York doesn't have a law against women walking around topless." she had been informed of that the day before. She bit her lip lightly as he pressed his lips to her chest. She reached under her back to unhook her bra. It was always fun to see someone as they saw her truly topless for the first time
Keaton lifted himself up slightly and helped remove her bra, throwing it to the ground. "Good. I'll be expecting to see you shirtless more often then," he said with a wink. With that, his lips went back to her chest, this time, his lips brushing against her skin. He'd always wondered what she was hiding under her tight shirts, and now he knew.
Kimberly: smirked, watching him. She let out a soft sound as his lips moved over her bare skin. Kim let her head rest on his pillow, running her tongue over her bottom lip. She swallowed hard, her eyes cast down to watch him.
Keaton bit down on her nipple gently as his hand moved to cup over her exposed breast. If this was her way of working out every time, he felt like he could use it a lot more often.
Kimberly: ran her hand through his hair, this was way better than bench presses or whatever else he did while actually working out. She gripped his hair lightly as his hand cupped her breast.
Keaton gave her breast a tight squeeze before his lips moved her neck, his hips moving into hers roughly. He knew she could handle; she could handle anything.
Kimberly: unwrapped her legs from his waist, she could handle the roughness, she enjoyed it. Kim turned her head to kiss him, her hand moving to cup the back of his neck.
Keaton teased her lips with his tongue as his hips continued to move into the girls beneath him. Since when did working out get so.. fun? Before he knew it, he felt himself stiffening against his gym shorts, his body reacting to her movements.
Kimberly: could feel it too, she smirked and moved her hand between them, letting her knuckles lightly brush over his erection. "Someone's getting excited." she commented, kissing along his jaw line.
Keaton bit down on his lip and nodded. "Maybe a little. I bet if I reached into those tight jeans of yours, I'd find some excitement myself," he said with a wink.
Kimberly: shrugged. "There is only one way to fine out." She slipped her hand into his shorts, she nipped at his neck and stroked him.
Keaton didn't have to be told twice. Reaching between them, he pulled at her pants until the button finally game undone. Pulling them down slowly, Keaton groaned. Her hand felt good against him, and he was about to feel good against her. Slipping his hand into her panties, his fingertip brushed against her clit; wet exactly as he'd thought.
Kimberly: made a mental note to wear something easier to get into next time. Her muscles tensed slightly, excited, when his fingertips brushed her clit. She reached down, pulling his hand out of her pants and smirked, moving out from under him, she stood, wriggling out of her jeans, kicking them away before getting back on the bed, kissing him as her hand moved to slip his dick out of his shorts.
Keaton moved to lay down on his back as he watched her undress. "Better hurry out of those jeans." His eyes trailed her body as his head fell back against the pillow. "Shit," he groaned. He hand felt good against him, but he needed to feel her again. He needed her warmth against his hand. Reaching back until her panties, Keaton's fingers trailed over her opening, his finger slipping into her slightly.
Kimberly: kissed his neck, moaning against his skin as his fingers moved back into her panties. She wrapped her hand around his member, her hand slowly pumping up and down, she just wanted to get him hard, not get him off.
Keaton felt himself throbbing against her hand as he began to push his finger into her with more speed. She was felt good wrapped his finger, but he was sure she already knew that. Leaning up, Keaton pressed his lips to her shoulder and bit down gently.
Kimberly: was having a hard time concentrating with his finger moving, but she kept her hand going, closing her eyes. "Fuck, Keaton." She moaned when she felt his teeth against her shoulder.
Keaton always liked hearing his name being called out, especially by someone like Kimberly. "Come on Kim," he breathed, his thumb circling her clit as began to finger her harder.
Kimberly: couldn't stop her hips from moving towards his hand, not that she was trying to. She was already close, Keaton knew what he was doing, she knew that much for sure
Keaton didn't know whether or not he'd get all the way with Kim, but there was always next time. He closed his eyes and groaned, his stomach tightening as her hand moved against him. "Kim-berly."
Kimberly: felt it building in her stomach, little shoots of pleasure going through her, all the way down to her legs. Her hips bucked as she orgasmed, her hand stopping as her legs trembled slightly. "I can finish you off." she offered, kissing him. "or we can get a real work out." Though admittedly this was doing good things for her arms.
Keaton smirked as the girl beside of him came. He'd often thought about her, but never knew he'd actually get to experience it first hand. With a deep breath, he nodded and groaned. "Finish me," he said lowly. "If you can." With that, he smirked, pulling his finger out of her.
Kimberly: scoffed at the challenge. She moved down, kissing a trail down his chest and stomach. She knew one sure fire way to get a guy off, she'd never had a guy not pop his load after a blow job from her. She slipped off the bed, onto her knees. "You're going to have to get closer if this it going to work."
Keaton rolled his eyes and moved off of the bed. If she was going to do exactly what he thought she was going to so, then he'd do anything. Grabbing her hand into his hands, Keaton smirked. "Finish me."
Kimberly: took the head of it into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it, taking a little more into her mouth, it was slow going, but she was going to make sure by the end of it, he wouldn't be able to stand. She kept going until she couldn't take in anymore, using her hand to stimulate the rest of his length. she bobbed her head up and down tilting her head slightly back and forth as she went to give him more pleasure
Keaton had never felt anything so amazing in his life. The way Kim was using her hand along with her lips was absolutely driving him insane. He pulled on her hair as began to buck his hips into her, his length touching the back of her throat with each thrust.
Kimberly: slowly breathed through her nose as she kept going, she was going to make sure he would never forget this. She pulled back, running her tongue along the length of his dick before taking it all back into her mouth, her eyes on him, watching to take note of what he liked.
Keaton knew he'd have to have her again. The way she was moving on him was almost like she was making sure he'd come back for more. When he felt himself being pushed over the edge, he pulled on her hair tightly and moved his length against her, his legs beginning to shake from pleasure.
Kimberly: tucked her lips under her teeth and applied just a the slightest bit of pressure, she knew he would be coming back for more, it did wonders for her ego. She moaned, sending the vibrations up his member, out to make him come, hard.
Keaton couldn't have lasted a second longer. With a sharp, but low call of Kim's name, Keaton came just like she'd said he would.
Kimberly: gagged slightly as he came, pulling back and swallowing, wrinkling her nose. She stood up and moved to sit on the bed. "I really am a fantastic work out partner." She crossed her legs, smirking.
Keaton fell back onto the bed and nodded. "You're alright," he said with a grin. Keaton sat up and gave her a quick kiss before reaching for his boxers. "I'd say we should work out more often."
Kimberly: rolled her eyes. "I'm better than alright." She grabbed her bra from the floor and reached behind her back to hook it. "I'm sure you would say that." She nodded and smirked and she pulled the bra straps up her arms. "I'll just have to see what I have free time."
Keaton slid into his boxers and leaned back on the bed. "If you ever have too much free time, you know where my workout room is," he said with a smirk. "Really though, good work today."
Kimberly: quirked an eyebrow. "I do great work, every time." She informed him. She grabbed her jeans, wiggling back into them. "You're just lucky you got to experience it." she smiled confidently and picked up her shirt, pulling it over her head.
Keaton rolled his eyes. Always more cocky than he was. He moved up on his bed and put his arms behind his head contently. "I think you wanted it just as badly as I did."
Kimberly: shrugged. "yeah, so?" She asked. "I was horny." She wasn't ashamed of her sexuality. She liked sex, when she was in the mood she would find someone to sleep with, simple as that. "And if I want it again, I may just give you a call."
Keaton was thankful Kim wasn't the clingy type and nodded. "Maybe I won't be busy." Sending a final wink her way, Keaton closed his eyes and smiled. He's had his workout for the night.
Kimberly: smirked. "You won't be." She said confidently, slipping into her shoes and heading out the door, pulling out her phone to call for the cab service
