Cue the Sun | Rated R | Sam Tyler / Annie Cartwright
Happy Birthday, purple_shoes! You picked the number 1022, which matched Madonna's "Justify My Love" on my iTunes. That was my oddly appropriate prompt... and for that, you get smut (which you were gonna get anyway, but... whatever :)
Cue the Sun | Rated R for explicit sex
Annie Cartwright and Sam Tyler
Annie followed Sam dispassionately, trudging across the broken hardtop lot covered in broken glass and rusted-out barrels. This was the sixth time in half as many days they'd been to the abandoned warehouse in Deansgate, and while she enjoyed being thorough, being a good copper meant sometimes having to admit you were out of leads and begin looking somewhere else.
Not so for Sam, apparently.
"I just know Harrow will have left something behind - he's not that clever," Sam said over his shoulder. "Even if the Guv thinks 'e's clean." And Clyde Harrow had been proven clean over and and over, but Sam wouldn't give in.
Even in the greyed out light of dusk, Annie could see this wasn't going to yield anything new, so she held mum as she passed her torch disconsolately back and forth, keeping a faithful eye on the ground in front of her, but really only doing a perfunctory job. It was growing late, and she was missing supper with her sister's family as it was. And to top it off, a fine mist of rain had begun to fall.
After a while, the sound of Sam's boots crunching over glass stopped, and she looked up to see him watching her. "Did you find something?" she asked, hopefully.
He shook his head and took a step toward her. "You believe me, right?"
"'S not me you have to convince, Sam," she said gently. In truth, she thought they were wasting their time, but she could see it meant a lot to him to have someone on his side, so she offered a watery smile. "Why don't we come back in the morning, then? When the sun's up?"
Sam looked up at the sky, and as if on cue, it opened up, fat rain drops pelting them and lightning flashing across the heavy lead-colored sky.
Annie turned back toward where they'd left her car, but Sam grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the warehouse. It was closer, but she was still soaked through by the time they reached a tiny awning covering one entrance. A loud crack of thunder rent the air and the wind picked up, blowing the rain sideways and in on them as Sam tried the door. It was no good - it'd been shut tight ten years before, and nothing was going to...
"Sam! No!" Annie cried as Sam threw his shoulder full-force against the door. As she expected, it didn't give, so of course Sam - who's clearly incapable of giving in - did it again. This time, however, the old door fell in and Sam went sprawling on top of it as a cloud of decade-old dust rose up around him.
Annie hurried in, crouching beside him and helping him up. "Are you all right, Sam? How's your shoulder?"
"Fine." Sam smiled blearily at her, but when he touched his shoulder, his smile turned into a grimace.
"Let me see," she said gently, but firmly, peeling his jacket gingerly away and tugging it down his arms. When she touched the sore spot, he hissed in pain, and she went a bit softer. "'S not dislocated," she assured him with a grim smile, "But you'll have one hell of a bruise in the mornin'." As she readjusted his damp collar, Sam reached up with his good hand and cupped her cheek.
"Annie," he said in that maddening way of his. As it always did any time she spent in Sam Tyler's presence, that touch brought up a familiar, not-unpleasant duality. Her head screamed for her to pull away, but her traitorous heart made her hold perfectly still.
"It means a lot, you comin' here with me," he told her. Sam's eyes were dark and expressive. Annie told herself his pupils were blown wide because of the minimal light, but when he moved his thumb over her cheekbone, she forgot why she was even bothering to invent lies.
"Just doing my job, Sam," she murmured, rearranging his collar again, smoothing it between her fingers. She wrung a few drops of water from the material and they slid down her palm and over her wrist, eliciting a shiver from her. She held his gaze which seemed to be searching hers, and before he could leap away or faint or fake a heart attack, she closed the distance between them. She fully expected him to pull away, but instead, he brought his other hand to her face and deepened the kiss greedily.
She carded her fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck and then smoothed one hand down his back, turning herself into him in blatant offer. In answer, Sam's arms circled her waist and he pulled her closer, groaning into her mouth. Annie guessed it was probably due to the pain in his shoulder, but it caused an unequal reaction in her nonetheless, and the spark of passion just below her navel spread.
She turned her hips experimentally against his, and he answered in kind as his hand went into her hair. Their kisses turned desperate, and neither wanted to stop for breath, so they merely panted open-mouthed against each other as tremulous fingers explored, untucked, and unbuttoned.
Annie barely registered Sam opening her blouse and dragging her bra out of the way until he applied his mouth to her breast, tracing patterns over her peaked nipple until she was half-sobbing with pleasure. This had been so long in coming, she was suddenly worried it'd be over before it started, but that didn't stop her from moving her hips against him until he looked up at her with wide eyes.
"Annie," he gasped, looking as unsure as she'd yet seen a bloke. She felt a little sorry... and perhaps a little vindicated.
She traced his jawline, a slightly smug grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Sam, if you're going to tell me we can't do this..."
He grinned then, and Annie smiled back, relieved. "This wasn't what I'd pictured," he said, kissing a suddenly-leisurely path up her breastbone and along her rigid clavicle.
Annie undid the buttons of his sodden shirt, arching an eyebrow. "Yeah? What did you imagine?"
He was at her ear, his breath ragged percussion in time with her own. "Dinner first," he said softly. She felt him turn his head, and he nipped her earlobe, eliciting a surprised gasp from her. His cheek tensing against hers told her he was grinning. "I'd cook," he added roughly, pushing his hands under the hem of her blouse, gliding his fingertips over her warm, wet skin before removing the garment completely.
"'Course," Annie agreed readily, dragging her short fingernails over his chest and abdomen and pushing his shirt off the rest of the way, careful of his hurt arm. "And then?"
He turned her in his lap expertly until her ankles bracketed his hips and kissed her lips softly, lingering there even as he broke the kiss. Annie kept her eyes closed, focusing on the sound of Sam's breathing and his nearness, waiting for him to continue.
"I'd probably try to impress you with something or other, even knowing I'd fail." She felt his smile against her lips and answered in kind. "'Cos you're impossible to impress, you are."
Annie had to laugh, sweeping her hands up his back and leaning back to meet his eyes. "I dunno. You've got me pretty good just now."
Sam grinned and divested her of her bra. He gazed at her reverently in the rapidly-fading light. "You don't know the half, love," he told her, his voice barely audible over another crash of lightning.
She was overcome and could think of no better answer than to lean in and kiss him again, this time sweet and long and deep. Sam skimmed a hand up along her thigh, pushing her skirt up as he went. He seemed hesitant, and Annie was tired of waiting, so she murmured the word "please" into his mouth. He obliged without hesitation, dragging her knickers down as far as he could and pressing one finger, then two into her.
Annie whimpered and moved against his touch, kissing his neck and shoulder until he too was groaning with want. She reached between them and unfastened his trousers, taking him into her hand for a bare moment before hitching her hips a little closer. "Now, Sam, please," she whispered against his neck.
He responded immediately, pulling away and dragging her closer, and then he was there, thrusting slowly up into her. She felt both boneless and taut at the same time, and her back bowed to push herself closer. They remained pressed together for a long moment, both panting loudly for breath.
Annie moved first, rocking her hips up and back, chewing her swollen lower lip as the sweet friction between them woke up all the spots Sam had yet to find. Sam uttered a slightly strangled cry and grasped her hip bones tightly before relaxing a bit and leaning in to kiss, taste, and touch.
They moved together for an interminable amount of time, both of them twisting and straining and testing and trying until instinct took over completely; Annie stopped thinking when Sam turned them over, realigning their bodies intimately. He kept one arm around her shoulders, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, and they rocked into one another until they each reached their own precipices. Almost as soon as Sam slid one hand between them, Annie's body tautened and arched like bow. Her orgasm came fast and soundless, and Sam followed her, burying his face against her neck as he came.
They lay on the dirty door, just out of the reach of the thunderstorm, gasping for breath until gooseflesh stood out all over Annie's skin. They disentangled, but Sam stayed close, looking up at Annie with a small smile.
"Hello," he said, a little gruffly, as though he hadn't used his voice in hours.
A little thrill ran up Annie's spine as she returned his smile - she thought she could get used to that voice. "Hi."
He reached up and smoothed her hair back, tilting his head to one side and looking impossibly innocent with regard to what had just happened between them. "All right?"
Annie grinned. "All right. Did it live up to the fantasy?"
He chuckled and hugged her tight, kissing her hard. "So much better, Annie."
Pulling back, Annie searched his expression, schooling her own features into what she hoped passed for serious. When Sam's own bright grin dimmed, she knew she'd succeeded. Fighting a smile, she asked, "Is this you finally admitting I'm better than anything you could have imagined?"
Sam frowned for a moment before before his face split in a wide grin. "Yes! Oh, yes, Annie. Very much yes." He hugged her close and managed to pull his jacket around them.
Despite the damp, the dirt, and the cold, Annie and Sam stayed in that old warehouse in Deansgate until well past full dark, and Sam didn't even bring up Hyde, Harrow, or Gene Hunt even once.
Word Count: 1875
Disclaimer: This was a work of fiction that is not for profit.
Cue the Sun | Rated R for explicit sex
Annie Cartwright and Sam Tyler
Annie followed Sam dispassionately, trudging across the broken hardtop lot covered in broken glass and rusted-out barrels. This was the sixth time in half as many days they'd been to the abandoned warehouse in Deansgate, and while she enjoyed being thorough, being a good copper meant sometimes having to admit you were out of leads and begin looking somewhere else.
Not so for Sam, apparently.
"I just know Harrow will have left something behind - he's not that clever," Sam said over his shoulder. "Even if the Guv thinks 'e's clean." And Clyde Harrow had been proven clean over and and over, but Sam wouldn't give in.
Even in the greyed out light of dusk, Annie could see this wasn't going to yield anything new, so she held mum as she passed her torch disconsolately back and forth, keeping a faithful eye on the ground in front of her, but really only doing a perfunctory job. It was growing late, and she was missing supper with her sister's family as it was. And to top it off, a fine mist of rain had begun to fall.
After a while, the sound of Sam's boots crunching over glass stopped, and she looked up to see him watching her. "Did you find something?" she asked, hopefully.
He shook his head and took a step toward her. "You believe me, right?"
"'S not me you have to convince, Sam," she said gently. In truth, she thought they were wasting their time, but she could see it meant a lot to him to have someone on his side, so she offered a watery smile. "Why don't we come back in the morning, then? When the sun's up?"
Sam looked up at the sky, and as if on cue, it opened up, fat rain drops pelting them and lightning flashing across the heavy lead-colored sky.
Annie turned back toward where they'd left her car, but Sam grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the warehouse. It was closer, but she was still soaked through by the time they reached a tiny awning covering one entrance. A loud crack of thunder rent the air and the wind picked up, blowing the rain sideways and in on them as Sam tried the door. It was no good - it'd been shut tight ten years before, and nothing was going to...
"Sam! No!" Annie cried as Sam threw his shoulder full-force against the door. As she expected, it didn't give, so of course Sam - who's clearly incapable of giving in - did it again. This time, however, the old door fell in and Sam went sprawling on top of it as a cloud of decade-old dust rose up around him.
Annie hurried in, crouching beside him and helping him up. "Are you all right, Sam? How's your shoulder?"
"Fine." Sam smiled blearily at her, but when he touched his shoulder, his smile turned into a grimace.
"Let me see," she said gently, but firmly, peeling his jacket gingerly away and tugging it down his arms. When she touched the sore spot, he hissed in pain, and she went a bit softer. "'S not dislocated," she assured him with a grim smile, "But you'll have one hell of a bruise in the mornin'." As she readjusted his damp collar, Sam reached up with his good hand and cupped her cheek.
"Annie," he said in that maddening way of his. As it always did any time she spent in Sam Tyler's presence, that touch brought up a familiar, not-unpleasant duality. Her head screamed for her to pull away, but her traitorous heart made her hold perfectly still.
"It means a lot, you comin' here with me," he told her. Sam's eyes were dark and expressive. Annie told herself his pupils were blown wide because of the minimal light, but when he moved his thumb over her cheekbone, she forgot why she was even bothering to invent lies.
"Just doing my job, Sam," she murmured, rearranging his collar again, smoothing it between her fingers. She wrung a few drops of water from the material and they slid down her palm and over her wrist, eliciting a shiver from her. She held his gaze which seemed to be searching hers, and before he could leap away or faint or fake a heart attack, she closed the distance between them. She fully expected him to pull away, but instead, he brought his other hand to her face and deepened the kiss greedily.
She carded her fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck and then smoothed one hand down his back, turning herself into him in blatant offer. In answer, Sam's arms circled her waist and he pulled her closer, groaning into her mouth. Annie guessed it was probably due to the pain in his shoulder, but it caused an unequal reaction in her nonetheless, and the spark of passion just below her navel spread.
She turned her hips experimentally against his, and he answered in kind as his hand went into her hair. Their kisses turned desperate, and neither wanted to stop for breath, so they merely panted open-mouthed against each other as tremulous fingers explored, untucked, and unbuttoned.
Annie barely registered Sam opening her blouse and dragging her bra out of the way until he applied his mouth to her breast, tracing patterns over her peaked nipple until she was half-sobbing with pleasure. This had been so long in coming, she was suddenly worried it'd be over before it started, but that didn't stop her from moving her hips against him until he looked up at her with wide eyes.
"Annie," he gasped, looking as unsure as she'd yet seen a bloke. She felt a little sorry... and perhaps a little vindicated.
She traced his jawline, a slightly smug grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Sam, if you're going to tell me we can't do this..."
He grinned then, and Annie smiled back, relieved. "This wasn't what I'd pictured," he said, kissing a suddenly-leisurely path up her breastbone and along her rigid clavicle.
Annie undid the buttons of his sodden shirt, arching an eyebrow. "Yeah? What did you imagine?"
He was at her ear, his breath ragged percussion in time with her own. "Dinner first," he said softly. She felt him turn his head, and he nipped her earlobe, eliciting a surprised gasp from her. His cheek tensing against hers told her he was grinning. "I'd cook," he added roughly, pushing his hands under the hem of her blouse, gliding his fingertips over her warm, wet skin before removing the garment completely.
"'Course," Annie agreed readily, dragging her short fingernails over his chest and abdomen and pushing his shirt off the rest of the way, careful of his hurt arm. "And then?"
He turned her in his lap expertly until her ankles bracketed his hips and kissed her lips softly, lingering there even as he broke the kiss. Annie kept her eyes closed, focusing on the sound of Sam's breathing and his nearness, waiting for him to continue.
"I'd probably try to impress you with something or other, even knowing I'd fail." She felt his smile against her lips and answered in kind. "'Cos you're impossible to impress, you are."
Annie had to laugh, sweeping her hands up his back and leaning back to meet his eyes. "I dunno. You've got me pretty good just now."
Sam grinned and divested her of her bra. He gazed at her reverently in the rapidly-fading light. "You don't know the half, love," he told her, his voice barely audible over another crash of lightning.
She was overcome and could think of no better answer than to lean in and kiss him again, this time sweet and long and deep. Sam skimmed a hand up along her thigh, pushing her skirt up as he went. He seemed hesitant, and Annie was tired of waiting, so she murmured the word "please" into his mouth. He obliged without hesitation, dragging her knickers down as far as he could and pressing one finger, then two into her.
Annie whimpered and moved against his touch, kissing his neck and shoulder until he too was groaning with want. She reached between them and unfastened his trousers, taking him into her hand for a bare moment before hitching her hips a little closer. "Now, Sam, please," she whispered against his neck.
He responded immediately, pulling away and dragging her closer, and then he was there, thrusting slowly up into her. She felt both boneless and taut at the same time, and her back bowed to push herself closer. They remained pressed together for a long moment, both panting loudly for breath.
Annie moved first, rocking her hips up and back, chewing her swollen lower lip as the sweet friction between them woke up all the spots Sam had yet to find. Sam uttered a slightly strangled cry and grasped her hip bones tightly before relaxing a bit and leaning in to kiss, taste, and touch.
They moved together for an interminable amount of time, both of them twisting and straining and testing and trying until instinct took over completely; Annie stopped thinking when Sam turned them over, realigning their bodies intimately. He kept one arm around her shoulders, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, and they rocked into one another until they each reached their own precipices. Almost as soon as Sam slid one hand between them, Annie's body tautened and arched like bow. Her orgasm came fast and soundless, and Sam followed her, burying his face against her neck as he came.
They lay on the dirty door, just out of the reach of the thunderstorm, gasping for breath until gooseflesh stood out all over Annie's skin. They disentangled, but Sam stayed close, looking up at Annie with a small smile.
"Hello," he said, a little gruffly, as though he hadn't used his voice in hours.
A little thrill ran up Annie's spine as she returned his smile - she thought she could get used to that voice. "Hi."
He reached up and smoothed her hair back, tilting his head to one side and looking impossibly innocent with regard to what had just happened between them. "All right?"
Annie grinned. "All right. Did it live up to the fantasy?"
He chuckled and hugged her tight, kissing her hard. "So much better, Annie."
Pulling back, Annie searched his expression, schooling her own features into what she hoped passed for serious. When Sam's own bright grin dimmed, she knew she'd succeeded. Fighting a smile, she asked, "Is this you finally admitting I'm better than anything you could have imagined?"
Sam frowned for a moment before before his face split in a wide grin. "Yes! Oh, yes, Annie. Very much yes." He hugged her close and managed to pull his jacket around them.
Despite the damp, the dirt, and the cold, Annie and Sam stayed in that old warehouse in Deansgate until well past full dark, and Sam didn't even bring up Hyde, Harrow, or Gene Hunt even once.
Word Count: 1875
Disclaimer: This was a work of fiction that is not for profit.