Fic: Temptation (1/1)
Title: Temptation
Fandom: Murder Call
Characters: Tessa Vance, Steve Hayden
Prompts: 076. Who?
Word Count: 373
Rating: Teen (suggestive, not explicit)
Summary: A tag drabble to "A Stab in the Dark". Should be read immediately after watching the end scene of the ep for the best effect...
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. They belong to Jennifer Rowe, Hal McElroy and Southern Star. I make no profit out of this.
She didn't get far. As soon as she'd unlocked her door, she was shuffled inside and pressed up against the back of it, hands already unbuttoning the front of her suit jacket.
Head pleasantly buzzed from the drinks earlier and the fire flaring up beneath her skin, Tessa chuckled and sought out those delicious lips she couldn't get enough of. "Thought you said you were supposed to resist temptations?"
"Only the Devil's." Steve growled against her lips, the throaty sound sending shivers down her spine.
"What if I'm the Devil?" Still grinning, she bit his lower lip slightly, tugging it into her mouth and running her tongue along it to soothe the bite. At his groan, she reached up into his hair, held on with her fingers, keeping him in place as she kissed him deeply, wantonly, until they both had to break for air.
Steve's eyes glittered in the dim light, a grin stretching slowly across his face. "Think I'd better find out."
With a sudden jerk, he pulled her hips against him, mouth already on her neck, finding that spot that always made her gasp and twitch involuntarily. Tessa's eyes fluttered close, all reasonable thoughts and jabs thrown out the window, and she ran her hands down his arms, underneath his suit jacket, finding the shoulder holster he'd left on, grabbing it tightly.
Sensing the familiar action, Steve let his hands fall down to her thighs and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his immediately. Slowly, slightly staggeringly, he turned them towards her couch and pushed her into the cushions with all his wonderful weight.
Tessa grinned devilishly before finding his lips again, locking them in a delicious fight that saw their clothes disperse in a hurried flurry of motion, saw Steve kneel on the floor with her hips wrapped around his, and saw them race to that spiralling finale that left them sweaty, breathless and euphoric.
Then, with Steve half-collapsed on top of her, Tessa bit his ear teasingly, her voice little more than a whisper. "So what's the verdict?"
Steve chuckled, pushing himself up enough that he could stare into her eyes with the full brunt of those smug, bedroom eyes of his. "Ask me again later."
Fandom: Murder Call
Characters: Tessa Vance, Steve Hayden
Prompts: 076. Who?
Word Count: 373
Rating: Teen (suggestive, not explicit)
Summary: A tag drabble to "A Stab in the Dark". Should be read immediately after watching the end scene of the ep for the best effect...
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. They belong to Jennifer Rowe, Hal McElroy and Southern Star. I make no profit out of this.
She didn't get far. As soon as she'd unlocked her door, she was shuffled inside and pressed up against the back of it, hands already unbuttoning the front of her suit jacket.
Head pleasantly buzzed from the drinks earlier and the fire flaring up beneath her skin, Tessa chuckled and sought out those delicious lips she couldn't get enough of. "Thought you said you were supposed to resist temptations?"
"Only the Devil's." Steve growled against her lips, the throaty sound sending shivers down her spine.
"What if I'm the Devil?" Still grinning, she bit his lower lip slightly, tugging it into her mouth and running her tongue along it to soothe the bite. At his groan, she reached up into his hair, held on with her fingers, keeping him in place as she kissed him deeply, wantonly, until they both had to break for air.
Steve's eyes glittered in the dim light, a grin stretching slowly across his face. "Think I'd better find out."
With a sudden jerk, he pulled her hips against him, mouth already on her neck, finding that spot that always made her gasp and twitch involuntarily. Tessa's eyes fluttered close, all reasonable thoughts and jabs thrown out the window, and she ran her hands down his arms, underneath his suit jacket, finding the shoulder holster he'd left on, grabbing it tightly.
Sensing the familiar action, Steve let his hands fall down to her thighs and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his immediately. Slowly, slightly staggeringly, he turned them towards her couch and pushed her into the cushions with all his wonderful weight.
Tessa grinned devilishly before finding his lips again, locking them in a delicious fight that saw their clothes disperse in a hurried flurry of motion, saw Steve kneel on the floor with her hips wrapped around his, and saw them race to that spiralling finale that left them sweaty, breathless and euphoric.
Then, with Steve half-collapsed on top of her, Tessa bit his ear teasingly, her voice little more than a whisper. "So what's the verdict?"
Steve chuckled, pushing himself up enough that he could stare into her eyes with the full brunt of those smug, bedroom eyes of his. "Ask me again later."