A Woman In Uniform
Title: A Woman In Uniform
Author: Afiawri
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Kate/Neal
Warnings: Public... indecency? Sort of.
Word Count: 674
For: hoosierbitch
Summary: One sexy young police officer catches Neal Caffrey. Of course, he practically turned himself in.
Once they had uniforms it was bound to happen eventually.
Neal sprinted down the street for all he was worth, turned corners everywhere he could. Urged his tired legs forward, forward.
He'd lost Kate. No idea where, but he'd lost her. He stopped, pivoted to look for her. Couldn't find her.
A police car rounded the corner and Neal took to his heels again. His feet were sore. His knees were sore, his right more than his left. His feet pounded on the pavement. They'd keep going though. It was his lungs that burned.
Neal leaned against a building to catch his breath. The world swirled around him. Dizzy with lack of oxygen. He wasn't going to last much longer. And the streets were getting more crowded with the dinner rush.
The police car pulled up and Neal stumbled forward. His shoe caught in the pavement. He nearly tripped for five long strides before his feet were under him.
But it didn't matter because the woman behind him jogged casually behind him and still she gained.
People laughed a little at the man stumbling ahead of a police officer. At how pathetic his getaway attempts were. At how very obvious the outcome of this chase would be, with the prey so wearied.
And then a hand landed on his shoulder. Neal bolted; he found one last reserve of energy to lunge forward.
And she tackled him to the ground. The people who'd been watching for a while applauded as Kate sat up on his back and pulled his hands behind her back.
"You're under arrest, scum bag!" she announced for everyone to hear. And if there was glee, well, the audience was eating that up.
Neal nodded weakly and rested his head against the pavement. "Got me." He was exhausted enough that it was a relief to be tackled and captured.
By one very sexy police officer who made it no secret to Neal or anyone around that Neal was hers.
Kate stood and flung Neal up to his feet. "Nothing to see here, folks!" she said loud enough to ensure everyone looked as she paraded Neal past. She modeled for everyone the scrape on his shoulder and the gravel clinging to his clothes and, if they were looking, the beginning of an erection. "Just arresting a man for public indencency, he's really harmless, nothing to worry about."
People stared, as she'd intended. Every step Neal managed to take since she'd parked the police cruiser meant another two steps past people as his cock continued to swell. Kate kept a grip on the handcuffs, but stayed far enough back for everyone to see the metal on his wrists. She was good. Too good at this. At making Neal feel naked and letting everyone know that she had the right to do this to him.
Some people drifted along behind them. Neal focused on dragging in breaths, but that made him feel more naked with how the edge of his untucked shirt rose and fell over the bulge in his slacks. He could vaguely feel the cloth through the two layers and he knew motion drew eyes.
Before Neal knew it, Kate was ducking him into the back of the car and this portion was over.
She drove Neal to the "interrogation room" with one bright lamp, more hand cuffs, a video camera, and some interrogation tools not legally sanctioned for police use.
Also posted at: http://afiawri.dreamwidth.org/21961.html
Author: Afiawri
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Kate/Neal
Warnings: Public... indecency? Sort of.
Word Count: 674
For: hoosierbitch
Summary: One sexy young police officer catches Neal Caffrey. Of course, he practically turned himself in.
Once they had uniforms it was bound to happen eventually.
Neal sprinted down the street for all he was worth, turned corners everywhere he could. Urged his tired legs forward, forward.
He'd lost Kate. No idea where, but he'd lost her. He stopped, pivoted to look for her. Couldn't find her.
A police car rounded the corner and Neal took to his heels again. His feet were sore. His knees were sore, his right more than his left. His feet pounded on the pavement. They'd keep going though. It was his lungs that burned.
Neal leaned against a building to catch his breath. The world swirled around him. Dizzy with lack of oxygen. He wasn't going to last much longer. And the streets were getting more crowded with the dinner rush.
The police car pulled up and Neal stumbled forward. His shoe caught in the pavement. He nearly tripped for five long strides before his feet were under him.
But it didn't matter because the woman behind him jogged casually behind him and still she gained.
People laughed a little at the man stumbling ahead of a police officer. At how pathetic his getaway attempts were. At how very obvious the outcome of this chase would be, with the prey so wearied.
And then a hand landed on his shoulder. Neal bolted; he found one last reserve of energy to lunge forward.
And she tackled him to the ground. The people who'd been watching for a while applauded as Kate sat up on his back and pulled his hands behind her back.
"You're under arrest, scum bag!" she announced for everyone to hear. And if there was glee, well, the audience was eating that up.
Neal nodded weakly and rested his head against the pavement. "Got me." He was exhausted enough that it was a relief to be tackled and captured.
By one very sexy police officer who made it no secret to Neal or anyone around that Neal was hers.
Kate stood and flung Neal up to his feet. "Nothing to see here, folks!" she said loud enough to ensure everyone looked as she paraded Neal past. She modeled for everyone the scrape on his shoulder and the gravel clinging to his clothes and, if they were looking, the beginning of an erection. "Just arresting a man for public indencency, he's really harmless, nothing to worry about."
People stared, as she'd intended. Every step Neal managed to take since she'd parked the police cruiser meant another two steps past people as his cock continued to swell. Kate kept a grip on the handcuffs, but stayed far enough back for everyone to see the metal on his wrists. She was good. Too good at this. At making Neal feel naked and letting everyone know that she had the right to do this to him.
Some people drifted along behind them. Neal focused on dragging in breaths, but that made him feel more naked with how the edge of his untucked shirt rose and fell over the bulge in his slacks. He could vaguely feel the cloth through the two layers and he knew motion drew eyes.
Before Neal knew it, Kate was ducking him into the back of the car and this portion was over.
She drove Neal to the "interrogation room" with one bright lamp, more hand cuffs, a video camera, and some interrogation tools not legally sanctioned for police use.
Also posted at: http://afiawri.dreamwidth.org/21961.html