That's inappropriate, boot.
Part 2
Part 1 here
Angela Lopez x femme reader
A/N: i'm kinda obsessed😌 this was really fun to write
CW:sexual tension, alcohol, drunkeness, kissing, lucy cockblocking but we forgive cause she's cute, slowburn, large but legal age gap, technically forbidden relationship
Word count: 1,5K
Summary: It’s Lucy’s birthday, and you’re going out for a girls’ night. You have too many drinks and end up kissing detective, Lopez.
“Does this look good? Or is it too slutty?” Lucy twisted, checking herself in the mirror.
“Girl, it’s your birthday. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t look slutty,” you teased, and she gave you an annoyed look, walking over to the kitchen to pull out two beers from the fridge.
“I’m joking! You look stunning. Too bad Tim couldn’t make it; he would have lost his mind.” You accepted the beer from her, taking a sip.
“No, I know, but he promised to make it up to me,” she smirked.
“Oh, gross. I didn’t need to know that.” You walked off to your room to put on your dress. A simple little black dress that you pretty much used for every occasion, but it was just too perfect not to. It quite literally seemed to be made for your body.
The only issue being the zip in the back. A knock came at the door.
“Can you get it? I’m in the middle of doing my hair!” You fiddled to reach the zip but found it impossible.
“So am I!” you yelled back, giving up and letting your arms fall down at your side with a hopeless sigh.
“It’s my birthday.” It knocked again. “Fine.” You walked out, hand to your chest to prevent your tits from spilling out. You opened the door to Angela standing there, gift in hand. She was wearing a white button-up, her curly hair loose and falling down over her shoulders. You noted just how few buttons were actually buttoned, showing off her cleavage.
“Thought I wasn’t going to be let in..” she stopped, her eyes falling to your chest.
“Sorry, come in.” You gestured, looking away, feeling a flush of heat to your face, at the fact of her seeing you half undressed like this. The way her eyes had gone straight to your chest and not to mention how insanely sexy she looked tonight, left you struggling to breathe.
“Hi! Thank you for coming!” Lucy saved you, entering the room, her hair done now, styled half up, half down in loose waves.
“Are you guys not even done yet?” Angela looked between the two of you.
“Almost.” You smiled, still holding your chest awkwardly.
“Oh, but that’s half the fun of a girls’ night, getting ready together, drinking, and talking shit.”
“Fair enough.”Angela laughed, opening a beer of her own.
“Hey, Lucy, can you zip me up?” you asked finally.
“Sorry.” She waved her hands. “Just painted my nails.” She gave you an apologetic smile, noticing the desperation on your face.
“I can do it,” Angela said.
“Thank you.” You smiled, struggling to hold eye contact. She moved behind you, her hands coming down to your lower back. You felt her fingers brush your skin as she moved your hair, placing it over your shoulder to avoid snagging it in the zip.
“Thank you.” You sent her a smile, trying your best to hide the effect she had on you. You and Angela hadn’t spoken since your last shift together, where you’d accidentally talked about how hot she was. In the moment, you swore she’d flirted back with you, but with each day that passed, you had convinced yourself you were probably delusional. Not only were you a rookie and she was a detective, she was also almost 20 years your senior.
The door knocked again. Before you even had a chance to open it, Selena was already entering.
“Hey, happy birthday!” She embraced Lucy, handing her a little bag with a bow on it.
“I wasn’t sure what to get, but I hope you like it.”
“I’m sure it’s grea—wait, omg, how’d you know I like lemon balm tea? And it’s from the store I always get it from. Most people don’t know that place. I actually just ran out recently as well.”
“Well, now you’re set for like a year.” She smiled as Lucy thanked her once again with a hug.
“Seriously, a perfect gift. This stuff is the only way for me to turn off my brain at the end of a shift. How’d you know?” She admired the new ceramic tea container that Selena had gotten to store the large volume of tea.
“Intuition.” She smiled at you. She’d called you a few days ago asking for gift ideas, seeing as Lucy’s roommate, you had the most insight into her routine.
The two continued chatting, and you found yourself glancing at Angela, who was leaning on the kitchen island, drinking her beer. Her shirt was being pulled down by the way she was leaning leaving little to the imagination. You tried to keep your eyes from her breasts, but she still caught you looking, sending you a smile.
Soon enough, you’d all finished and were heading out.
“Nyla’s meeting us there, and she asked if Nolan can tag along,” Angela said, looking down at her phone.
“Yeah, I mean, Nolan’s basically an honorary girl anyway,” Selena shrugged.
Once there, you all ordered in a round of drinks, toasting to Lucy. Two more beers before Nolan was telling stories about Lucy’s first day on the force. Shortly after, Selena had pulled you and Lucy up on the dance floor, and it hit you that you were starting to feel pretty tipsy. After a few songs you grew tired, and with the fussy feeling in your head, you decided to sit down, grabbing a glass of water to sip on.
“Nice dance moves, boot.” A voice came from behind you. Angela sat down next to you, glass of whiskey in hand.
“Please forget you saw that,” you pleaded.
“Not a chance.” She sipped the liquor, her eyes still on you.”It’s a pity I did’t get it on video.”
“Are you tapping out for the night, or are you up for some pool?”
“I’m really bad at pool, I’m afraid.” She got up from the table, taking your hand.
“No problem, I can teach you.” You left your glass behind as she pulled you toward the pool table.
“How much do you know?” You considered lying in that moment just to get to hear her explain it to you.
“I get the general idea; I’m just terrible at aiming.” Albeit true, you’d hoped for her to help guide you, and she did not disappoint.
She got behind you, placing the pool cue between your fingers and guiding it forward. She’d go back and forth, shooting her own turn, then helping you with yours.
“Looks like I’m winning?” You smiled as she once again took her position behind you, this time closer than before. Her front came flush against your ass, her hand coming to your hip, encouraging you to move slightly to the left.
“I wonder why.” She smirked, her face close enough that you could feel her breath against your cheek.
“I’m a natural.” You tried to sound confident, but your labored breathing gave away your nerves, because all you could think about in that moment was her bending you over that pool table.
“Hey, I think it’s time for the birthday girl to head to bed.” Selena interrupted. She stood with Lucy leaning against her, clearly drunk. Angela was suddenly so far away, and the loss of touch stung.
You sent Selena home as she got a ride from Nolan, the designated driver of the night. You and Angela helped Lucy up to your apartment and into bed. She mumbled something about how you were the best friends and how she had a great birthday before starting to snore.
“You know you can take my bed; I honestly don’t mind the couch.”
Angela smiled, closing Lucy’s door.
“Not a chance. I’m okay on the couch.” Lucy had prepared the couch with bedding, ever the planner.
“Need help with that dress again?” You nodded, turning around. She pulled the zipper down, her fingers lingering against your skin just a little longer than necessary.
“Thanks.” You moved to grab an oversized T-shirt, the kind thats big enough to be a dress, and slid it over your head before stepping out of the dress. You lent her shorts and an old shirt.
“So, since I won…” She rolled her eyes. “What’s my prize?” You smiled wide, tipsy and full of energy from the night. She stared at you, her face close to yours. Her own tipsy smile disappeared as she leaned closer.
“How about this?” She kissed you, her soft lips enveloping yours. And for a moment, her scent, her touch, was all around you, enveloping you in a pink, cloudy haze you would have been content to stay in forever.
The door creaked behind you.
“Oh.” Lucy stood in her doorway, frozen.
Angela pulled away, standing up quickly.
“I.. I should go.” She scrambled to gather her things.
“No, it’s late, please.” You said, and you saw that she wanted to protest but knew it was for the best.
“Alright.” She didn’t look at you again. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” You looked up at Lucy, who was slowly backing into her bedroom once more, before making your way to your own room, closing the door behind you.
“Fuck, what have I done.”
