amop-series #63
A/N: This one is brought to you by Major Silliness. Be warned.
/ARMED RESPONSE/
The I.A break room was artificially bathed in the full glares of the overhead lights, stark to the contrast of the large windows offering a view to the city and containing the night sky. The break room smelled warm and spiced when Andrew Flynn vehemently stalked through the glass door and deposited all his anger on the form of Sharon Raydor neatly in the middle of pouring hot water into a tall, wide colorful cup. There was an assortment of tea bags on the small kitchenette counter, ranging wide in their eclectic flavor, and judging from the haphazardly way the unused teabags lay outside their finely-crafted requisite tea box and not neatly stacked inside, Andy decided he was not the only one in a state of sorts.
Sharon’s attire was the same from earlier encounters in the day, decidedly newly acquired Andy figured; briefly he watched her figure from behind, the curve from shoulder to waist to hip and the round form of her ass. Purple was a good color on her and her hair looked softer than usual; if Andy had not been caught up in miffed anger he would have been caught up in ravishing her on sight.
“So this is why you have been hanging out all tear-eyed and cautious around my squad today, huh. Thanks for the heads-up - much appreciated,” Andy drawled cynically, his arms crossed as he stood against a table close to Sharon yet not close enough to invade her personal space.
She must have heard his footsteps because her surprise at seeing him was wan; or maybe she had been waiting for this very confrontation. She looked over her shoulder in slow motion, her eyes more withdrawn than earlier.
Her eyebrow lifted carefully, “A fair warning to you, lieutenant. If you have come to dump your unjustified anger on me - on the basis of Detective Gabriel being the source of the leak - I would like to let you know that the future happiness of your dick will most definitely hinge on what you say next.”
Then she delicately lifted the cup and blew out on the hot tea in her cup, her eyes glittering when she looked up again.
Andy felt gob smacked and utterly surprised.
He took in her expression; she seemed serene and smug all rolled into one fine expression. Her cheerful attitude was a goddamn buzzkill when all Andy wanted in that very moment was to get into a fight - preferably one where she gave back in the same kind. Preferable one where they would both end up yelling. The more animosity he could dispel from his body, the better.
“I am not a cripple,” Andy tilted his head and quirked a condescending eyebrow at her, “I can use my goddamn hands to make my dick happy.”
Her mouth curled upwards in a blissfully amused smile, “Oh really.”
“Really,” he countered, leaning back so he could sit on the table, hands braced on the edge as he wondered what sneaky, devious ploy she was using this time around to calm him down.
Sharon followed his movements, her measured steps taking her into his personal space without seeming intruding.
She blew on her tea again and then her lips protruded just a small inch - just enough to garner his attention. Her voice sounded smooth when she leaned in and simpered, “So you don’t want me down on my knees with my mouth around your dick? Sucking you off till you go soft in the knees?” she briefly paused to lick her bottom lip and then she went for the low blow, “I’ll swallow.”
If that was not a recipe for an uncomfortable hard-on, then surely he was a cripple, sexually-impaired or something. Andy shook his head at the audacity, his eyes slightly widening. Usually Sharon was never this forward in the work-sphere; usually she adhered to a form of etiquette that was clear-cut and predictable. This he had not seen coming.
“Is that a no, lieutenant?” Sharon teased him when he continued to feel gob smacked into silence. She lifted the cup to the rim of her lips and then took a small sip of tea, her eyes closed in morbid pleasure.
When she opened them again she even emitted a noticeable sigh that once again only cemented that she was doing it on purpose; trying to rile him into different thoughts than the ones that had propelled him to seek her out the second Gabriel had told the whole team the web of betrayal.
“Sometimes I forget you are the devil incarnate,” Andy told her in a rough tone; either it was rough on account of the leak business or it was rough on account of the image Sharon had so nicely laid out for him. Andy was leaning toward the vivid image of Sharon on her knees in front of him.
She simply smirked in reply.
“Shit, woman,” Andy shook his head with a muted smile, “Thanks for rendering me inappropriately horny. I am still on duty and just fuck. Fuck, Sharon.”
He was still completely thrown off track, all notion of anger dissipated.
Sharon gave a soft laugh, her hand on his wrist in a small caress.
Andy couldn’t help but smile back at her.
“Oh, my poor, poor lieutenant,” she cooed and leaned closer, “Do you want to yell at me? I can yell back, if that’s your pleasure,” she showed her teeth in another wide smile, the bottom lip protruding and then she bit it, pretending to look bashful.
Andy nodded eagerly, “Yeah, please just let me vent, alright.”
“Okay, go right ahead, lieutenant Flynn,” she paused and then lowered her voice, “Vent on me.”
Andy pursed his mouth at her choice of tone; leave it to Sharon Raydor to flirt shamelessly and pornographically with him in the hopes of alleviating his mood and deterring his changes of a good angry outlet.
Andy drew a breath and then expelled his annoyance in a strangely calm voice, “I’m just saying, you could have clued me in on Gabriel being the snitch and everything. It would have been more helpful than you staring at me tearfully in electronics and pretending nothing was wrong. I spent hours trying to figure out what that look meant, you know. I thought you were gearing yourself up to tell me something disastrous; like you were dead sick or something.”
“Oh honey,” Sharon started in a soft, serious voice, her hand tightening around his forearm, “I am sorry for alarming you. I did not mean - ,”
Andy quickly interrupted her, his tone sarcastic, “Goldstar for you, Captain. You are rubbish at not alarming me, okay. And you know what; you can get another Goldstar for always following procedure. Damn miss-straight-and-narrow.”
“I understand,” she smoothed over, ” - you are pissed.”
“Damn straight, another Goldstar for you. I am royally pissed off at that little piss-ant,” Andy growled vehemently but then quickly added when she looked stricken, “Not at you - at all. But the little piss-ant, shit, I could wring his neck.”
Sharon took another sip of tea, deliberate in her movements.
Her tone was strangely emotive, “Gabriel is a victim in this whole tragedy, you know that Andy. However much you think he is the one to blame.”
Andy gave her a narrowed look of disbelief, “Victim? You’ve gotta be kidding me. The idiot violated his oath as an officer, Sharon - it’s plain and simple. Clear-cut; the idiot chatted too much - that’s on him.”
Sharon sighed. Her voice was sharp when she commented, “That’s a technical violation; one we would all fall under if investigated.”
Unbelievable.
Andy crossed his arms again, “What’s that supposed to infer? That I talk shop with people I shouldn’t be talking shop with let alone fuck? Because I sure as fuck haven’t been banging paid-for-spies and running my mouth about things I do not understand.”
Sharon rolled her eyes.
“Oh for heaven’s sake. All I mean is that everyone in the LAPD discusses their work with their significant others; we talk all the time, Andy - just like we are doing now, discussing our work. Technically the line of confidentiality is a hard one to define.”
Of all the things she could have said, naturally she chose, inadvertently, the one thing that would make him smile.
Andy fixed her with a mischievous smirk and then asked in an excited tone, “I’m your significant other?”
Sharon smiled back, “In some ways, yes.”
Andy raised an eyebrow, “So in what definite ways aren’t I your significant other?”
She looked annoyed, “Oh god - I did not mean it like that!”
“You sure?” he teased her, pretending he was upset about the little detail.
“Yes,” she ground out in a vehement tone, setting down her tea cup so she could cross her arms and give him that narrowed look that told him she thought he was an idiot, “and if you want to place your anger on something animate, then it is Peter Goldman and the girl he paid to get information out of detective Gabriel.”
“Maybe,” Andy relented, and then he gritted his teeth and squared his shoulders, “But it still doesn’t change the fact that Gabriel talked - too much - and even worse, he exposed the chief and our entire division to that outrageous lawsuit.”
“I think the poor boy has suffered enough,” Sharon commented, contemplative tone, “he’s heartbroken.”
Andy gave her a weird grimace, “Poor boy? Heartbroken? What the heck - are you going soft on me?”
She directed a funny pout at him, “Well, excuse me for caring.”
“Well,” Andy imitated her with a mocking pout, “excuse me for pointing out that you are supposed to be an uncaring, heartless bitch.”
Sharon’s eyes widened and her mouth parted an inch.
Andy grinned and then drawled, “That’s a quote from the rumor mill and not a personal opinion.”
“You are so full of it, you know that,” she shook her head with a huff, “So damn full of it.”
Andy shrugged, feeling slightly better, “I’m just saying half the building thinks you are devoid of a heart and the other half thinks it’s black and sucks everything into its path.”
“Andy, honey,” she said in a tone that brooked no misunderstanding; she was about to castrate him with a honeyed voice and cheerful disposition, “you remember that talk we had about your dick at the beginning of your little rant?”
He nodded with a shrug, “Yeah, what about it?”
She smiled, her head tilted to the side as she regarded him, “You are on thin ice, lieutenant.”
“Duly noted,” Andy flippantly replied and then leaned into her space, his eyes at her level,
“How thin exactly?”
“Thin enough to warrant you a warning,” she smirked.
“But not thin enough to dissuade you from actually blowing me - later on, I mean? Though if you want to do it now, feel free. I hear your rat squad rest rooms are particularly nice for that sort of thing.”
She rolled her eyes again, slow and mocking. She couldn’t contain her amusement though, the corners of her lips twitching.
“I’m considering tying you up to my bed,” she nicely deflected, her voice too casual to not be dangerous.
“To have your way with me, you mean?” Andy rubbed his hands together gleefully.
“No, to leave you there, hanging,” she lifted a challenging eyebrow.
“Damn, that’s harsh Captain,” Andy sighed with a beseeching pout.
“Oh, you know how much I like dealing out my punishments.”
“Yeah, yeah - you get all wet about it.”
“I sure do,” she smiled dangerously and tilted her head a fraction to the side, eyes on the point of narrowing.
Time to rein it in, it meant.
“I’ll behave from now on,” Andy told her, “and I’ll even call you nice things.”
“That sounds too good to be true.”
“No, no - I’m serious. You are all heart, Captain.”
She smiled, “You are exceptionally talkative today.”
Andy shrugged, “And you are exceptionally wonderful today.”
“Wonderful?”
“Yeah, I’m almost through with what you would call my bad-tempered tirade and see, it took you less than 2 minutes to completely defuse me.”
“That is my specialty,” she smiled, “defusing bad-tempered lieutenants. I have decade’s worth of experience in this area.”
“You should defuse my erection too,” Andy grinned cheekily with an open-handed shrug, “just saying.”
Sharon pursed her mouth.
Andy waggled his eyebrows, “Defusing is a very hands-on thing, right.”
Sharon stepped closer, her head fractionally back so she could look him in the eye, her hand moving up to his elbow and squeezing, “Maybe you and I differ on the implication behind defusing. I am damn certain the last thing you want is explosive devices in the remote vicinity of your junk.”
“Ouch,” Andy covered his groin with a hand.
She looked smug and then she blew his breath away, leaning in till their chests touched and she could whisper, “But I will play with you later.”
Andy saluted her happily, “Thank you Ma’am.”
…
Sorry (not sorry) =)
/ARMED RESPONSE/
The I.A break room was artificially bathed in the full glares of the overhead lights, stark to the contrast of the large windows offering a view to the city and containing the night sky. The break room smelled warm and spiced when Andrew Flynn vehemently stalked through the glass door and deposited all his anger on the form of Sharon Raydor neatly in the middle of pouring hot water into a tall, wide colorful cup. There was an assortment of tea bags on the small kitchenette counter, ranging wide in their eclectic flavor, and judging from the haphazardly way the unused teabags lay outside their finely-crafted requisite tea box and not neatly stacked inside, Andy decided he was not the only one in a state of sorts.
Sharon’s attire was the same from earlier encounters in the day, decidedly newly acquired Andy figured; briefly he watched her figure from behind, the curve from shoulder to waist to hip and the round form of her ass. Purple was a good color on her and her hair looked softer than usual; if Andy had not been caught up in miffed anger he would have been caught up in ravishing her on sight.
“So this is why you have been hanging out all tear-eyed and cautious around my squad today, huh. Thanks for the heads-up - much appreciated,” Andy drawled cynically, his arms crossed as he stood against a table close to Sharon yet not close enough to invade her personal space.
She must have heard his footsteps because her surprise at seeing him was wan; or maybe she had been waiting for this very confrontation. She looked over her shoulder in slow motion, her eyes more withdrawn than earlier.
Her eyebrow lifted carefully, “A fair warning to you, lieutenant. If you have come to dump your unjustified anger on me - on the basis of Detective Gabriel being the source of the leak - I would like to let you know that the future happiness of your dick will most definitely hinge on what you say next.”
Then she delicately lifted the cup and blew out on the hot tea in her cup, her eyes glittering when she looked up again.
Andy felt gob smacked and utterly surprised.
He took in her expression; she seemed serene and smug all rolled into one fine expression. Her cheerful attitude was a goddamn buzzkill when all Andy wanted in that very moment was to get into a fight - preferably one where she gave back in the same kind. Preferable one where they would both end up yelling. The more animosity he could dispel from his body, the better.
“I am not a cripple,” Andy tilted his head and quirked a condescending eyebrow at her, “I can use my goddamn hands to make my dick happy.”
Her mouth curled upwards in a blissfully amused smile, “Oh really.”
“Really,” he countered, leaning back so he could sit on the table, hands braced on the edge as he wondered what sneaky, devious ploy she was using this time around to calm him down.
Sharon followed his movements, her measured steps taking her into his personal space without seeming intruding.
She blew on her tea again and then her lips protruded just a small inch - just enough to garner his attention. Her voice sounded smooth when she leaned in and simpered, “So you don’t want me down on my knees with my mouth around your dick? Sucking you off till you go soft in the knees?” she briefly paused to lick her bottom lip and then she went for the low blow, “I’ll swallow.”
If that was not a recipe for an uncomfortable hard-on, then surely he was a cripple, sexually-impaired or something. Andy shook his head at the audacity, his eyes slightly widening. Usually Sharon was never this forward in the work-sphere; usually she adhered to a form of etiquette that was clear-cut and predictable. This he had not seen coming.
“Is that a no, lieutenant?” Sharon teased him when he continued to feel gob smacked into silence. She lifted the cup to the rim of her lips and then took a small sip of tea, her eyes closed in morbid pleasure.
When she opened them again she even emitted a noticeable sigh that once again only cemented that she was doing it on purpose; trying to rile him into different thoughts than the ones that had propelled him to seek her out the second Gabriel had told the whole team the web of betrayal.
“Sometimes I forget you are the devil incarnate,” Andy told her in a rough tone; either it was rough on account of the leak business or it was rough on account of the image Sharon had so nicely laid out for him. Andy was leaning toward the vivid image of Sharon on her knees in front of him.
She simply smirked in reply.
“Shit, woman,” Andy shook his head with a muted smile, “Thanks for rendering me inappropriately horny. I am still on duty and just fuck. Fuck, Sharon.”
He was still completely thrown off track, all notion of anger dissipated.
Sharon gave a soft laugh, her hand on his wrist in a small caress.
Andy couldn’t help but smile back at her.
“Oh, my poor, poor lieutenant,” she cooed and leaned closer, “Do you want to yell at me? I can yell back, if that’s your pleasure,” she showed her teeth in another wide smile, the bottom lip protruding and then she bit it, pretending to look bashful.
Andy nodded eagerly, “Yeah, please just let me vent, alright.”
“Okay, go right ahead, lieutenant Flynn,” she paused and then lowered her voice, “Vent on me.”
Andy pursed his mouth at her choice of tone; leave it to Sharon Raydor to flirt shamelessly and pornographically with him in the hopes of alleviating his mood and deterring his changes of a good angry outlet.
Andy drew a breath and then expelled his annoyance in a strangely calm voice, “I’m just saying, you could have clued me in on Gabriel being the snitch and everything. It would have been more helpful than you staring at me tearfully in electronics and pretending nothing was wrong. I spent hours trying to figure out what that look meant, you know. I thought you were gearing yourself up to tell me something disastrous; like you were dead sick or something.”
“Oh honey,” Sharon started in a soft, serious voice, her hand tightening around his forearm, “I am sorry for alarming you. I did not mean - ,”
Andy quickly interrupted her, his tone sarcastic, “Goldstar for you, Captain. You are rubbish at not alarming me, okay. And you know what; you can get another Goldstar for always following procedure. Damn miss-straight-and-narrow.”
“I understand,” she smoothed over, ” - you are pissed.”
“Damn straight, another Goldstar for you. I am royally pissed off at that little piss-ant,” Andy growled vehemently but then quickly added when she looked stricken, “Not at you - at all. But the little piss-ant, shit, I could wring his neck.”
Sharon took another sip of tea, deliberate in her movements.
Her tone was strangely emotive, “Gabriel is a victim in this whole tragedy, you know that Andy. However much you think he is the one to blame.”
Andy gave her a narrowed look of disbelief, “Victim? You’ve gotta be kidding me. The idiot violated his oath as an officer, Sharon - it’s plain and simple. Clear-cut; the idiot chatted too much - that’s on him.”
Sharon sighed. Her voice was sharp when she commented, “That’s a technical violation; one we would all fall under if investigated.”
Unbelievable.
Andy crossed his arms again, “What’s that supposed to infer? That I talk shop with people I shouldn’t be talking shop with let alone fuck? Because I sure as fuck haven’t been banging paid-for-spies and running my mouth about things I do not understand.”
Sharon rolled her eyes.
“Oh for heaven’s sake. All I mean is that everyone in the LAPD discusses their work with their significant others; we talk all the time, Andy - just like we are doing now, discussing our work. Technically the line of confidentiality is a hard one to define.”
Of all the things she could have said, naturally she chose, inadvertently, the one thing that would make him smile.
Andy fixed her with a mischievous smirk and then asked in an excited tone, “I’m your significant other?”
Sharon smiled back, “In some ways, yes.”
Andy raised an eyebrow, “So in what definite ways aren’t I your significant other?”
She looked annoyed, “Oh god - I did not mean it like that!”
“You sure?” he teased her, pretending he was upset about the little detail.
“Yes,” she ground out in a vehement tone, setting down her tea cup so she could cross her arms and give him that narrowed look that told him she thought he was an idiot, “and if you want to place your anger on something animate, then it is Peter Goldman and the girl he paid to get information out of detective Gabriel.”
“Maybe,” Andy relented, and then he gritted his teeth and squared his shoulders, “But it still doesn’t change the fact that Gabriel talked - too much - and even worse, he exposed the chief and our entire division to that outrageous lawsuit.”
“I think the poor boy has suffered enough,” Sharon commented, contemplative tone, “he’s heartbroken.”
Andy gave her a weird grimace, “Poor boy? Heartbroken? What the heck - are you going soft on me?”
She directed a funny pout at him, “Well, excuse me for caring.”
“Well,” Andy imitated her with a mocking pout, “excuse me for pointing out that you are supposed to be an uncaring, heartless bitch.”
Sharon’s eyes widened and her mouth parted an inch.
Andy grinned and then drawled, “That’s a quote from the rumor mill and not a personal opinion.”
“You are so full of it, you know that,” she shook her head with a huff, “So damn full of it.”
Andy shrugged, feeling slightly better, “I’m just saying half the building thinks you are devoid of a heart and the other half thinks it’s black and sucks everything into its path.”
“Andy, honey,” she said in a tone that brooked no misunderstanding; she was about to castrate him with a honeyed voice and cheerful disposition, “you remember that talk we had about your dick at the beginning of your little rant?”
He nodded with a shrug, “Yeah, what about it?”
She smiled, her head tilted to the side as she regarded him, “You are on thin ice, lieutenant.”
“Duly noted,” Andy flippantly replied and then leaned into her space, his eyes at her level,
“How thin exactly?”
“Thin enough to warrant you a warning,” she smirked.
“But not thin enough to dissuade you from actually blowing me - later on, I mean? Though if you want to do it now, feel free. I hear your rat squad rest rooms are particularly nice for that sort of thing.”
She rolled her eyes again, slow and mocking. She couldn’t contain her amusement though, the corners of her lips twitching.
“I’m considering tying you up to my bed,” she nicely deflected, her voice too casual to not be dangerous.
“To have your way with me, you mean?” Andy rubbed his hands together gleefully.
“No, to leave you there, hanging,” she lifted a challenging eyebrow.
“Damn, that’s harsh Captain,” Andy sighed with a beseeching pout.
“Oh, you know how much I like dealing out my punishments.”
“Yeah, yeah - you get all wet about it.”
“I sure do,” she smiled dangerously and tilted her head a fraction to the side, eyes on the point of narrowing.
Time to rein it in, it meant.
“I’ll behave from now on,” Andy told her, “and I’ll even call you nice things.”
“That sounds too good to be true.”
“No, no - I’m serious. You are all heart, Captain.”
She smiled, “You are exceptionally talkative today.”
Andy shrugged, “And you are exceptionally wonderful today.”
“Wonderful?”
“Yeah, I’m almost through with what you would call my bad-tempered tirade and see, it took you less than 2 minutes to completely defuse me.”
“That is my specialty,” she smiled, “defusing bad-tempered lieutenants. I have decade’s worth of experience in this area.”
“You should defuse my erection too,” Andy grinned cheekily with an open-handed shrug, “just saying.”
Sharon pursed her mouth.
Andy waggled his eyebrows, “Defusing is a very hands-on thing, right.”
Sharon stepped closer, her head fractionally back so she could look him in the eye, her hand moving up to his elbow and squeezing, “Maybe you and I differ on the implication behind defusing. I am damn certain the last thing you want is explosive devices in the remote vicinity of your junk.”
“Ouch,” Andy covered his groin with a hand.
She looked smug and then she blew his breath away, leaning in till their chests touched and she could whisper, “But I will play with you later.”
Andy saluted her happily, “Thank you Ma’am.”
…
Sorry (not sorry) =)