People be like oh you’re in your 20s you have a whole life to live but I already feel as if I’ve missed every opportunity and made all the wrong decisions and it’s just fucked now
Do you know of any get together fics post 2.18? Jake showing up to Shaws in his dad’s Captain hat… 4 drink Amy…
Alas, I do not! But please consider my humble offering below 👉🥺👈
(under the cut because nsfw, ladies and gents)
a mile high
Jake's looking really hot tonight.
It's something that Amy has been trying her very best not to think about, standing outside Shaw's with the rest of the squad while they wait for their various rides home. Especially because lately, just looking at Jake has been enough to stir up all of those Feelings she's been trying so hard to conceal.
But she can't help it, it's true.
Jake is looking really hot tonight.
It's the hat, she thinks to herself, eavesdropping just a little as she listens to her partner tell Boyle how he'd stolen it from 'Captain Jerkface the Crappy Pilot'. It sits really well on him, adding an air of authority to his already handsome features that just makes the whole thing ... undeniably sexy, and she's only had four drinks so she's really not that drunk but god damnit, Jake is looking really hot tonight.
She should probably get home, before she does something stupid.
Taking steady steps backwards, Amy relocates herself to the far corner of the bar’s brick exterior as a black sedan pulls up at the curb in front of Boyle, and Jake glances over at her as his best friend offers to split the ride. It’s a quick look - one they’ve all but perfected after years as partners - but enough for Jake to turn back to Charles, shaking his head. “You go ahead bud, I'll get the next one.”
She smiles - a secret between her and the shadows, she thinks - ignoring the way the brick tugs at her hair as Jake bypasses a singing Gina, following her lead into the tiny alley beside the bar and leaning beside her against the mortar. Her hands tuck up behind her lower back, cushioning the tailored seams of her favourite pantsuit away from the cold rock, and glances over at her partner. The past few days have been busy for a lot of reasons, but it truly felt like forever since they’d just been able to talk, and Amy was surprised by just how much she’d missed it.
“Sorry about your dad being a jerk,” she offers, and Jake shrugs - ignoring the sight of Rosa and an off-key Gina piling quickly into the last cab. “His loss, Jake. Really.”
Shoving both hands into the pockets of his trusty leather jacket, Jake shakes his head. “Yeah .. you win some, you lose some I guess.”
The alley falls quiet, and Amy’s not sure if the world is a little spinny right now or just her mind, so she raises her voice to increase the sincerity of her next statement. Enunciate, Santiago. “It’s not hereditary, though. You know. Being a jerkface. Coz ... you’re not.”
He looks at her with an expression teetering between shock and gratitude, and Amy shrugs. “I mean, I’m not saying you’re not still a butthead sometimes but … you know.”
Jake smiles, that bashful upturn of his lips paired with a nod that really does make Amy want to stretch onto her tippy toes and kiss the life out of him, and she purses her lips as he replies with a soft thanks, Ames.
“Anyway, I can basically fly a plane now, so I’m counting tonight as a win,” Jake continues, breaking through the unplanned sentimentality with a joke (the classic Peralta Style); and Amy cannot control the roll of her eyes in response.
“Hate to break it to you Peralta, but that’s not how a captain’s hat works. It’s not some …” Amy pauses, her slightly fuzzy mind struggling to find the right analogy. “Some … sorcerers cape or … something.”
“Ah, it totally is, and you’ve just lost yourself a free upgrade.”
Amy laughs, that ‘bubbling from the belly’ laugh that she never seems to make with anyone except Jake, and as they lock eyes again memories of stolen glances across reception dancefloors flash through her mind.
She’s not entirely sure how what happens next .. happens .. but one minute they’re looking at each other, the sidewalk silent from a departed squad, and the next they’re kissing.
Kissing, kissing - like they’re each other’s last drink in the desert, kissing.
Their feet knock against each other as they shuffle further into the laneway, hands tugging at fabric and sliding underneath as the need to be closer together suddenly outranks all else. It should have felt illegal or strange or something but all it felt was amazing - like finally sliding that missing puzzle piece into place and realising the bigger picture is way better than you’d imagined.
His lips feel hot against Amy’s skin as he whispers her name, pressing one kiss after another to the side of her neck and starting a downward procession that shifts lower as more buttons on her blouse fall away. The bridge of his nose presses against her clavicle, teeth sinking in for a gentle love bite when Amy moans out his name, giving into the urge for more as she slides her hand beneath the waistband of Jake’s jeans and cupping the growing erection she finds there with a satisfied smile.
He pulls away as she begins to nurse his length, bright eyes locking onto hers as a mixture of is this really happening and finally builds unspoken between them, only breaking the gaze to slam his eyes shut when Amy squeezes the impressive bulge growing through his boxers. Quick to reciprocate, Jake’s thumb nudges open the top of Amy’s slacks, using the hands that Amy has fantasised maybe more than once about to explore the skin he finds beneath, toying with the edge of her panties before focusing on the moisture pooling through the fabric.
“Touch me, Jake” she begs, her tone breathless as his fingers press against the material, so close yet so far from where she is dying to feel him. “Please.”
His tongue slides against hers as he pulls her in for another kiss, waiting until their bodies are almost completely connected before sliding his index finger underneath the fabric, circling slowly around her clit and returning with greater force. Amy moans into his mouth as the rest of his hand follows, thumb taking over a steady pattern as Jake’s middle finger slides in to her centre, his movements so gentle and perfect and exactly what she has been craving for so long.
The city moves on around them as Jake’s teeth skim against her earlobe, whispering how sexy he finds her as his fingers really go to work on her, groaning as Amy’s legs tighten around him; and it’s clandestine and illegal and the total opposite of any kind of #nerdfail that Gina would expect from her and just thought of it makes Amy even hotter, dropping her grip on Jake’s cock to tug on his collar and demand another kiss. She grabs the edge of his captain’s hat as it begins to fall from his head, holding onto the brim with her fingertips as Jake tongue laps up a bead of sweat at the nape of her neck.
“Wanna taste you,” he whispers, dropping to his knees and kissing the edge of her belly, and Amy cries out when his right hand pulls away. The cool night air hits the lower half of her body as Jake tugs her pants and underwear away, cupping her butt with his left hand and coaxing her left leg onto his shoulder, leaving kisses against her inner thigh until Amy’s fingers slide into his hair, gripping and tugging him in the direction of where she so desperately needs him.
She calls out Jake’s name as the tip of his tongue circles the edge of her clit, pulling away to lap up some of her arousal and moaning against her skin as the feeling of Amy’s fingernails scraping against his scalp makes his erection press harder against it’s denim prison. His lips wrap around her nub, sucking as his tongue circles, and when Jake’s fingers return to slide back into her core Amy’s head presses against the brick, a loud moan escaping her body before she can remember where she is.
The fingers of his free hand dig into her butt as Amy raises her right hand, sinking her teeth into the black tip of the captain’s hat and edging her pelvis closer to Jake’s talented mouth, feeling the tension begin to build. His fingers slide in and out of her with ease, mouth falling away only to moan a version of her name and returning with fervour until the sensation of his touch becomes too much and Amy entire body begins to shake.
She presses the cap against her face, screaming the release of her orgasm into the cavity as her partner’s talented tongue pushes her over the edge, thighs squeezing and releasing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her breath comes out in harried bursts, hat falling to the ground as the rush of oxytocin releases the curl in her fingers, and suddenly the only thing Amy can focus on is how good she feels - and how she cannot wait to do that again.
Jake’s lips press against her upper pelvis, moving over her hipbone and waistline as he whispers her name over and over, and with a smile Amy slides her hand along the back of his neck, pulling him up for another kiss. “I’d say that’s better than an upgrade,” she purrs against his mouth when the kiss finally breaks, and Jake grins before tugging her in for another.
The feeling of his erection pressing against her keeps the embers of Amy’s arousal alive, returning her hand to the fly of his jeans and releasing Jake’s cock before another moment can be wasted. She toys with the pre-cum she finds there, circling it around the tip of his penis until a sharp ringing clashes against the sound of Jake’s moan, and she looks around in total confusion when it only seems to get louder.
“Can you hear ..?” she mumbles, wrapping her fingers around Jake’s cock as the ringing continues, glancing over at her partner as she feels his hands pull away from her waist. He opens his mouth, but all that comes out is more of that damn ringing, and as Amy blinks in confusion the darkness around her slowly begins to fade into light.
She blinks again as the rest of her surroundings come into focus, the familiarity of her bedroom allowing the realisation to sink in. Her alarm clock continues it’s irritating ring, brash hands hammering against metal until finally she slams the button down in a demand for silence, and as the rest of her dream slips away from Amy’s fingertips she drops her head to the pillow with a frustrated sigh.
Another day, another sex dream about Jake.
Shifting her lower body against the mattress, Amy feels her lingering arousal and turns to her left, reaching into her bedside drawer for one of her more favoured toys and letting the buzz fill the silence of her bedroom as she begins to scratch the itch.
She sighs into her bedsheets as the tension begins to build again, closing her eyes as lingering memories of the variety of dreams she’s been having help her drift closer to the edge.
Instinct tells her that it’s never going to hold a candle to the real thing, but for the next few minutes, she gets to keep her head high up in the clouds, and for now that’s going to have to do.
this is so embarrassing. i want to love & be loved & drink really nice tea & eat really nice pasta & not feel like the loneliness is a part of me anymore. i want a herb garden
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