#109 - A Hard Night's Work (Gotham, Jim/Leslie, R)
Title: A Hard Night's Work
Fandom: Gotham
Pairing: Jim/Leslie
Rating: R
Word count: 498
Warnings: Semi-public sex.
Challenge: #109 Night Shift
It’s not easy, finding time together. She and Jim, they both work all hours, and while comparing case notes and exchanging the occasional too-chaste-for-her-liking kiss are fun, they don’t exactly count as ‘quality time’.
Leslie misses him, even though she sees Jim everyday. And he’s missing her too, he must be, because she knows he’d never be up for trying something so risky otherwise.
At least that’s the good thing about working the night shift. The station’s a ghost town, most cops out patrolling, or getting drunk on the city’s dime if Harvey’s to be believed. Which means Jim doesn’t protest when Leslie tugs him into the medical examination room. He’s smiling, in fact, and she doesn’t even need to kiss the idea into his head, because he’s kissing her first.
His arms are strong around her waist, pulling her against him, and Leslie melts into the touch, fingers twisting in his tie.
“In here?” Jim teases, warm humour in his voice. “Really, Lee?”
Leslie lets herself look like she’s considering his words, like she’s considering walking away, even though they both know she won’t. “Hmm, you’re right, this is supposed to be a sterile environment.”
Jim lets out a noise between a scoff and a laugh, his eyes dancing. “That why I caught Ed in here last week stabbing frozen chicken with a nail file?”
Leslie tugs a little at Jim’s shirt. “He had a theory about a case, which I really don’t want to talk about right now.” She pulls back, just enough that his hands slide from the small of her back to her hips. “But if you think you should be getting back to work…”
She lets herself trail off, smiling playfully. It’s one of his buttons, one she likes pressing the most, because he always gets that you’re-impossible-and-I-love-you-for-it look on his face. Growling low in his throat, and Leslie can’t quite hold back her yelp and the giggle that follows it when he hoists her up in his arms. Settling her on the examination table, and she wraps her legs around his waist, pulls him into another kiss by his tie.
The door’s locked, but it’ll still look suspicious as hell if someone comes looking for them. Leslie doesn’t care, and for once Jim doesn’t either, too busy kissing her throat, shoving her skirt up her thighs.
They both try to unbuckle his belt, which means their fingers keep getting in the way of each other. He tries to swat her hand aside, but that just makes Leslie more determined to get the belt undone before he does. Both as stubborn as each other, but it works for them, and they should probably be keeping quiet, but they both groan out loud when Jim pushes inside.
Leslie’s missed him so much, missed the feel of him when they make love.
Ed knocks on the door halfway through. At least he’s smart enough to make himself scarce when they both bark, “Go away, Ed!”
Fandom: Gotham
Pairing: Jim/Leslie
Rating: R
Word count: 498
Warnings: Semi-public sex.
Challenge: #109 Night Shift
It’s not easy, finding time together. She and Jim, they both work all hours, and while comparing case notes and exchanging the occasional too-chaste-for-her-liking kiss are fun, they don’t exactly count as ‘quality time’.
Leslie misses him, even though she sees Jim everyday. And he’s missing her too, he must be, because she knows he’d never be up for trying something so risky otherwise.
At least that’s the good thing about working the night shift. The station’s a ghost town, most cops out patrolling, or getting drunk on the city’s dime if Harvey’s to be believed. Which means Jim doesn’t protest when Leslie tugs him into the medical examination room. He’s smiling, in fact, and she doesn’t even need to kiss the idea into his head, because he’s kissing her first.
His arms are strong around her waist, pulling her against him, and Leslie melts into the touch, fingers twisting in his tie.
“In here?” Jim teases, warm humour in his voice. “Really, Lee?”
Leslie lets herself look like she’s considering his words, like she’s considering walking away, even though they both know she won’t. “Hmm, you’re right, this is supposed to be a sterile environment.”
Jim lets out a noise between a scoff and a laugh, his eyes dancing. “That why I caught Ed in here last week stabbing frozen chicken with a nail file?”
Leslie tugs a little at Jim’s shirt. “He had a theory about a case, which I really don’t want to talk about right now.” She pulls back, just enough that his hands slide from the small of her back to her hips. “But if you think you should be getting back to work…”
She lets herself trail off, smiling playfully. It’s one of his buttons, one she likes pressing the most, because he always gets that you’re-impossible-and-I-love-you-for-it look on his face. Growling low in his throat, and Leslie can’t quite hold back her yelp and the giggle that follows it when he hoists her up in his arms. Settling her on the examination table, and she wraps her legs around his waist, pulls him into another kiss by his tie.
The door’s locked, but it’ll still look suspicious as hell if someone comes looking for them. Leslie doesn’t care, and for once Jim doesn’t either, too busy kissing her throat, shoving her skirt up her thighs.
They both try to unbuckle his belt, which means their fingers keep getting in the way of each other. He tries to swat her hand aside, but that just makes Leslie more determined to get the belt undone before he does. Both as stubborn as each other, but it works for them, and they should probably be keeping quiet, but they both groan out loud when Jim pushes inside.
Leslie’s missed him so much, missed the feel of him when they make love.
Ed knocks on the door halfway through. At least he’s smart enough to make himself scarce when they both bark, “Go away, Ed!”