You were part of the street team, often working with Dutch and Claudette on cases as their muscle. You currently we’re betting that you and Dutch could catch this guy before the Strike team, if you did, they’d have to get naked in the barn.
You longed to see your longtime rival Lemansky naked. Sometimes you fantasized of him whisking you away to the strike room and having his way with you. Your thoughts are cut short by Dutch’s eureka shout from his desk. You and Dutch piled into a cop car, barreling for the address. You see Lemansky and Vendrell approaching the front door. With a growl, you head to the back. You clear the first two rooms when the suspect takes off through a window, you and Lemansky start towards him.
“I can’t wait to see what you look like without the uniform,” he growls in your ear as he sprints passed you. Giving a huff, you push yourself harder sprinting passed him and tackle the man to the ground, cuffing him. With a jerk of his head, he headbutts you, jumping to his feet and starting off again. Lemansky stopped to make sure you’re okay before he heads towards the runner. As if out of nowhere, Julien jumps and tackles the man, Danny not far behind. When her eyes meet yours, you frown. You really wanted to see Lemansky naked.
“Damn.” You grumble, standing and wiping off the blood from your forehead.
“I think it’s fair that those two both go through here naked, for Christ’s sake Julien stopped the guy.” Danny barks, eyeing you and Dutch.
“I mean, Julien, its up to you. Both?” Aceveda asks, eyeing you and Dutch.
“Yeah, do it.”
“Officer, you and Lemansky are the lucky winners. You’re going through the barn naked.”
“What? I cuffed the guy!” You shout, waving a hand at the cage.
“Julien caught him. Therefore, Julien decided. I’ll let officer Lemansky know.” You slipped into the bathroom, stripping down naked. Danny peeks into the bathroom with a grin.
“We’re ready!” She cheers, waving you out of the bathroom.
“I did cuff the guy!” You try, but it’s useless.
“C’mon! Don’t be a sissy!” You grinned as you heard Lemansky shout from the squad room. “C’mon! I’ll come in there and drag you out!” He calls, and you cackle, taking a deep breath and opening the door. People were cackling and carrying on as Lem stood there, bare-ass naked and proud.
“Jesus Christ!” You grimace in embarrassment before you take off running towards the other room where Danny put your clothes. Lots of whoops and hollers let out, wolf whistling as you ran through. Lem’s eyes caught onto a scar that ran the length from your left shoulder blade and stopped abruptly at your right hip. You watched and giggled hysterically as Lem strutted across in front of everyone. Grabbing the center column, he does a stripper spin around the pole, shaking his ass in Dutch’s face before he headed into the room where you are. In just your sports bra and pants, you slide your blue dress shirt over your shoulders when Lem’s warm hand stops you.
“What happened to your back?” He hushes, pulling down the shirt to reveal the scar.
“I was attacked by a runner a few years ago. He had a switchblade in his pocket I didn’t know about. He cut half an inch deep from top to bottom. It’s no big deal, though. It healed okay.” You assure, shrugging his hand from your shoulder as you put on your shirt and give him a wink, heading out of the room. You stop at the door, look over your shoulder and a little smirk. “By the way, you look great without a uniform.” Before you head out to your car, once more met with cheers and hollers.
As you curl onto the couch with a wine cooler and take a drink, a knock sounds at your door. Your dog barks loudly, but you quickly hush her up before you look through the peep hole to find Lem standing there a smug look on his face. Opening the door, you greet him with a smile.
“What’s up? You still sore about losing?” You joke, widening the door to let him in.
“Nah, I didn’t lose anything. I saw you naked.” He winks, licking his lips.
“I guess we both won.” You try to hide the flush on your cheeks by taking another drink. Lem steps closer, hand cupping your cheek.
“I didn’t quite get a good look at you though, you wanna try it again?” He hushes, his lips a whisper from yours. You close the gap, crashing your lips to his. He tasted of sweetness and peach schnaps, you tasted of strawberry and mangos, and he couldn’t get enough.
“Oh no, we do this right.” You disappear, stripping out of your pajamas. You strut into the living room, finding him standing there naked. Your hands find his bare chest soft and warm, his mouth leaving hot kisses across your collarbone.
“It took everything in me not to drop you on the table in the squad room. You’re gorgeous. Jesus, you’re so hot.” He hushes, peppering your tingling skin with kisses. You jump into his arms and he holds you against the wall with one arm, the other arm directing his throbbing cock into you. Groaning, you roll your hips into his and your lips seek out his. He tasted like you thought he would. You were sweeter than he’d ever fantasized.
“Is this really happening?” You huff out, pressing your forehead against his shoulder.
“Only if you want it to.” He assures, nosing your chin up to meet his eyes.
“I do. Table. Kitchen table.” He carries you to the table, laying you down and making sweet, hot love to you.
As you stepped into work, Dutch’s eyes fall to the dark red marks on your throat.
“You have a good night?” And as if on cue, Lem’s arms sneak around you and he buries his nose into your neck.
“Oh she did. A great night.” He growls into your ear, sliding his arms from ‘round you as he saunters to the strike room. Looking over his shoulder at you, already a mess of nerves at seven a.m., he gives you a sweet wink as his eyes look you up and down. Biting his lip, he pushes open the door and disappears.
“I guess that answers that question.” You state, shrugging and heading to your desk.
“Jesus christ.” Dutch coughs, not sure what he’d just witnessed.
“See ya after work, babygirl.” Lem taps your desk with two fingers as they head out.
“Yeah, I guess so.” You agree.
“Wow.” You laughed at Dutch before going back to daydreaming about what you’d do when you got home.
