amop-series #28#
/JUNK IN THE TRUNK/
"Would you come away with me?" Andrew Flynn asked in between a kiss as he had Sharon Raydor pinned firmly against her own refrigerator, her hands above her head and locked in his grip. "Sneak away to some remote tropical island, you and me, and my illegally-acquired diamonds, worth millions." He arched an eyebrow, evading her lips as she tried to kiss him, "You could saunter around in scantily outfits and I would appreciate the view."
"Illegally-acquired diamonds," Sharon drawled, her lips pursing when he evaded yet another kiss. She hummed in exasperation, her leg curling around his instead and her hips bumping against his.
"Are we a little impatient?" he smiled.
"You're talking too much," she complained, "you been in an awful talkative mood today, last night as well."
Andy shrugged, "I didn't hear you complain last night."
"That's because your head was stuck down between my legs," she fired back, an unusual crooked smirk.
"So," he ignored her attempt at moving things along, shifting his morning erection away from her pelvis, "you would run away with me?"
"No," Sharon answered, her face blank.
"What?"
"I would turn you in to the authorities," her lips curled into a sly smile, "Well, I mean I would arrest you myself and give back the diamonds you stole illegally from holding."
Andy stared and narrowed his eyes, "You would arrest me!"
"Lieutenant," her voice turned soft, a half grin on her face, "Let's face it - you would get bored within a second on a remote tropical island and I would be stuck with a five-year-old man." She paused, "Now, lieutenant, please kiss me."
Andy complied and caught her lips, enjoyed the taste of the little coffee they had managed to drink before he became inevitably horny.
"I wouldn't be bored," he told her, the smile on her face triumphant.
She shook her head in disagreement. "I know you. There would be absolutely no crimes for you to investigate on a remote tropical island, and honey, there would be no idiots to annoy on a remote tropical island. You would drive me insane and we'd end up in the newspaper, ex-cop and his illicit lover dead in a murder/murder."
Andy pouted, "I wouldn't get bored - I'd have you."
She laughed, "You wanna retire, is that it?"
"Well," he hesitated, not sure he wanted to concede she might have a point.
"Honey, you're a workaholic."
His smile fell, his mood plummeting.
"I didn't mean it like that," she backpedaled hurriedly, her eyes worried for a second. She wrestled out of his grip on her wrists and threaded a hand through his hair, the other landing on the back of his neck and forcing him closer. "I'm sorry. I just meant, you are kind of married to your job. You spent more time at Parker Central than I do and that's quite the achievement."
Andy nodded. She leaned towards him and gave him a kiss, lips eager and her little hums of pleasure enough to wash away any taste of darkness.
"I would come visit you in jail however and we could exchange letters of inappropriate content," she breathed into his ear, her hands going under his t-shirt and massaging the sides of his stomach, upwards till she came to his pectorals.
"Yeah, that's a bum," Andy groused, pushing his knee in between her legs and forcing her back against the refrigerator. "You don't have privileges. We are not married so no married-prison sex for us."
"I have contacts," she countered with a straight face.
"You do? You would finagle illicit prison sex for me, Captain?"
She nodded, her face serious only for a second before it broke into a wide smile.
"Fuck," he let out in a gravelly voice, the scenario too much even if it was only imaginary. Andy covered her mouth, tongues circling, and his hands went under her night robe. Fingers walking quickly up her inner thighs, under the band of thin underwear. The little red thing he had watched her put on earlier when he had sleepily contemplated her from the bed, her smile not to miss.
"Please," Sharon snickered, the tone turning breathy at the end when Andy ran his fingers along her outer lips before he slipped two inside her.
"I'm gonna fuck you right here," he growled, "Till you agree to not arrest me on any scenarios involving me and illegal police stuff."
She hit her head on the refrigerator when she threw it back; it did not seem to register with her, however, her mouth open and her eyes closed, "We are going to be here a long time, then."
Andy grinned, Sharon's hands on his pajamas pants.
"We can pretend you're visiting me in jail," he whispered in her ear before he bit down on the earlobe, his fingers wet and goddamn it was a glorious feeling, this, just being able to fuck her so blatantly, her breath perturbed and the little hums that left her mouth only making him harder.
"Moooom," came an obnoxious voice suddenly, the sound of Sharon's front door closing with a bang loud.
"Damn," Sharon said, her eyes abruptly opening in barely veiled horror. Andy simply grinned - judging from the voice, he would wager it was Ricky. He quickly stepped away from her, righting his pants and throwing his hands into the air in surrender as he smiled at the sour-looking Captain in front of him; fucking kids, they always had impeccable timing when it came to busting their parents.
"Ricky, honey, just a second," Sharon righted her night robe till she looked decent. It did not cover her rosy cheeks or the way her hair looked out of order. Sharon rolled her eyes when she caught him looking at her, his eyes hooded. She pointed a finger accusatorily at Andy, "Not a word," she admonished him before he could even do anything. She was right though; he was contemplating yelling something obscene back at the kid.
"And go stand behind the counter," she hissed, pointing at his crotch. Andy looked down, yeah that would be hard to hide. He quickly went behind the kitchen counter, took his coffee cup from earlier to have something to do with his hands. Maybe he should wash his hands first, Andy thought, his fingers sticky and the smell of her on them rather obvious.
Andy contemplating putting the two fingers in his mouth and licking them clean but the look on Sharon's face forced him to simply wash them at the sink before he nonchalantly leaned against the kitchen counter.
Sharon sighed and ran a hand through her hair; there was nothing she could do however, she looked ruffled in that certain way you always look when things are kinky. Andy grinned at her, amused by her embarrassment.
"Mom," Ricky said rounding the corner and coming into the kitchen; he stopped in surprise at Andy's presence, one eyebrow arching in imitation of Sharon. The kid looked from Andy to Sharon and then simply shrugged,
"Flynn," Ricky greeted him.
"Kid," Andy greeted back, tipping his coffee cup in the kid's direction. The coffee was cold by now but the kid didn't know that.
"Honey - what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the hospital? I thought you were working this weekend?"
"My schedule's changed," the kid said and then his smile turned devious, "So banging Uncle Flynn, mom, that's something you've neglected to tell me over our weekly phone calls."
Sharon became even more red-faced, her hands searching for pockets that weren't in her night robe.
"Language," she scolded Ricky when she gave up on the non-existent pockets and instead schooled her features, "And if you ever call him uncle again, I'm writing you out of my will," she arched an eyebrow back at her son.
Ricky shrugged, "Yeah, I thought you did that already ten years ago when I colored a single strand of your hair pink with Sammy's make-up."
Sharon sighed, "Have you had breakfast yet?"
"Nope - I was hoping you might want to invite me for pancakes," the kid smiled, "Now, had I known you were busy I could have called in advance - so maybe I should just leave, and let you two - "
Sharon interrupted, "Nonsense. I'm going to go change and you can get started yourself on pancakes. Andy can help," the last was said with a smile and with that she was out of the kitchen.
Andy looked at the kid, "Schedule change?"
The kid shrugged, face as obscured as Sharon's had the ability to be. "It's nothing." Ricky had the same little frown on his face that Sharon wore when something was troubling her. Sharon would get it out of the kid later on, Andy thought.
When Sharon came back into the kitchen, Ricky was making pancake batter, Andy was drinking new fresh coffee and entertaining the boy with their recent case, "So, the guy easily weighs over 300 pounds, found him in the back of his own trunk, bloated carcass taking up all the space. Now, he's too big to get out let alone hazard a guess as to how he died so we get a haul truck. Now those idiots can't manage to tow a car and they lose control of it and it goes down this hill, rams right into an electrical stand with its backend, the trunk smashed in and the electrical wiring falls down on top, sparks flying."
Andy grinned as Sharon put her hands on her hips.
He continued, "So, when we finally get the fat dead guy to our garage he's all mush, slimy, gory - "
She coughed, "Is this really a story you should be telling to civilians?"
Andy shrugged.
Ricky intervened, "Of course mom, he was just getting to the good stuff."
Sharon shook her head, a little amused smile and Andy laughed along with Ricky.
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The-pop-like-a-zit-episode. Oh insensitive Flynnie, you are my favorite. =) Hope you enjoyed.
"Would you come away with me?" Andrew Flynn asked in between a kiss as he had Sharon Raydor pinned firmly against her own refrigerator, her hands above her head and locked in his grip. "Sneak away to some remote tropical island, you and me, and my illegally-acquired diamonds, worth millions." He arched an eyebrow, evading her lips as she tried to kiss him, "You could saunter around in scantily outfits and I would appreciate the view."
"Illegally-acquired diamonds," Sharon drawled, her lips pursing when he evaded yet another kiss. She hummed in exasperation, her leg curling around his instead and her hips bumping against his.
"Are we a little impatient?" he smiled.
"You're talking too much," she complained, "you been in an awful talkative mood today, last night as well."
Andy shrugged, "I didn't hear you complain last night."
"That's because your head was stuck down between my legs," she fired back, an unusual crooked smirk.
"So," he ignored her attempt at moving things along, shifting his morning erection away from her pelvis, "you would run away with me?"
"No," Sharon answered, her face blank.
"What?"
"I would turn you in to the authorities," her lips curled into a sly smile, "Well, I mean I would arrest you myself and give back the diamonds you stole illegally from holding."
Andy stared and narrowed his eyes, "You would arrest me!"
"Lieutenant," her voice turned soft, a half grin on her face, "Let's face it - you would get bored within a second on a remote tropical island and I would be stuck with a five-year-old man." She paused, "Now, lieutenant, please kiss me."
Andy complied and caught her lips, enjoyed the taste of the little coffee they had managed to drink before he became inevitably horny.
"I wouldn't be bored," he told her, the smile on her face triumphant.
She shook her head in disagreement. "I know you. There would be absolutely no crimes for you to investigate on a remote tropical island, and honey, there would be no idiots to annoy on a remote tropical island. You would drive me insane and we'd end up in the newspaper, ex-cop and his illicit lover dead in a murder/murder."
Andy pouted, "I wouldn't get bored - I'd have you."
She laughed, "You wanna retire, is that it?"
"Well," he hesitated, not sure he wanted to concede she might have a point.
"Honey, you're a workaholic."
His smile fell, his mood plummeting.
"I didn't mean it like that," she backpedaled hurriedly, her eyes worried for a second. She wrestled out of his grip on her wrists and threaded a hand through his hair, the other landing on the back of his neck and forcing him closer. "I'm sorry. I just meant, you are kind of married to your job. You spent more time at Parker Central than I do and that's quite the achievement."
Andy nodded. She leaned towards him and gave him a kiss, lips eager and her little hums of pleasure enough to wash away any taste of darkness.
"I would come visit you in jail however and we could exchange letters of inappropriate content," she breathed into his ear, her hands going under his t-shirt and massaging the sides of his stomach, upwards till she came to his pectorals.
"Yeah, that's a bum," Andy groused, pushing his knee in between her legs and forcing her back against the refrigerator. "You don't have privileges. We are not married so no married-prison sex for us."
"I have contacts," she countered with a straight face.
"You do? You would finagle illicit prison sex for me, Captain?"
She nodded, her face serious only for a second before it broke into a wide smile.
"Fuck," he let out in a gravelly voice, the scenario too much even if it was only imaginary. Andy covered her mouth, tongues circling, and his hands went under her night robe. Fingers walking quickly up her inner thighs, under the band of thin underwear. The little red thing he had watched her put on earlier when he had sleepily contemplated her from the bed, her smile not to miss.
"Please," Sharon snickered, the tone turning breathy at the end when Andy ran his fingers along her outer lips before he slipped two inside her.
"I'm gonna fuck you right here," he growled, "Till you agree to not arrest me on any scenarios involving me and illegal police stuff."
She hit her head on the refrigerator when she threw it back; it did not seem to register with her, however, her mouth open and her eyes closed, "We are going to be here a long time, then."
Andy grinned, Sharon's hands on his pajamas pants.
"We can pretend you're visiting me in jail," he whispered in her ear before he bit down on the earlobe, his fingers wet and goddamn it was a glorious feeling, this, just being able to fuck her so blatantly, her breath perturbed and the little hums that left her mouth only making him harder.
"Moooom," came an obnoxious voice suddenly, the sound of Sharon's front door closing with a bang loud.
"Damn," Sharon said, her eyes abruptly opening in barely veiled horror. Andy simply grinned - judging from the voice, he would wager it was Ricky. He quickly stepped away from her, righting his pants and throwing his hands into the air in surrender as he smiled at the sour-looking Captain in front of him; fucking kids, they always had impeccable timing when it came to busting their parents.
"Ricky, honey, just a second," Sharon righted her night robe till she looked decent. It did not cover her rosy cheeks or the way her hair looked out of order. Sharon rolled her eyes when she caught him looking at her, his eyes hooded. She pointed a finger accusatorily at Andy, "Not a word," she admonished him before he could even do anything. She was right though; he was contemplating yelling something obscene back at the kid.
"And go stand behind the counter," she hissed, pointing at his crotch. Andy looked down, yeah that would be hard to hide. He quickly went behind the kitchen counter, took his coffee cup from earlier to have something to do with his hands. Maybe he should wash his hands first, Andy thought, his fingers sticky and the smell of her on them rather obvious.
Andy contemplating putting the two fingers in his mouth and licking them clean but the look on Sharon's face forced him to simply wash them at the sink before he nonchalantly leaned against the kitchen counter.
Sharon sighed and ran a hand through her hair; there was nothing she could do however, she looked ruffled in that certain way you always look when things are kinky. Andy grinned at her, amused by her embarrassment.
"Mom," Ricky said rounding the corner and coming into the kitchen; he stopped in surprise at Andy's presence, one eyebrow arching in imitation of Sharon. The kid looked from Andy to Sharon and then simply shrugged,
"Flynn," Ricky greeted him.
"Kid," Andy greeted back, tipping his coffee cup in the kid's direction. The coffee was cold by now but the kid didn't know that.
"Honey - what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the hospital? I thought you were working this weekend?"
"My schedule's changed," the kid said and then his smile turned devious, "So banging Uncle Flynn, mom, that's something you've neglected to tell me over our weekly phone calls."
Sharon became even more red-faced, her hands searching for pockets that weren't in her night robe.
"Language," she scolded Ricky when she gave up on the non-existent pockets and instead schooled her features, "And if you ever call him uncle again, I'm writing you out of my will," she arched an eyebrow back at her son.
Ricky shrugged, "Yeah, I thought you did that already ten years ago when I colored a single strand of your hair pink with Sammy's make-up."
Sharon sighed, "Have you had breakfast yet?"
"Nope - I was hoping you might want to invite me for pancakes," the kid smiled, "Now, had I known you were busy I could have called in advance - so maybe I should just leave, and let you two - "
Sharon interrupted, "Nonsense. I'm going to go change and you can get started yourself on pancakes. Andy can help," the last was said with a smile and with that she was out of the kitchen.
Andy looked at the kid, "Schedule change?"
The kid shrugged, face as obscured as Sharon's had the ability to be. "It's nothing." Ricky had the same little frown on his face that Sharon wore when something was troubling her. Sharon would get it out of the kid later on, Andy thought.
When Sharon came back into the kitchen, Ricky was making pancake batter, Andy was drinking new fresh coffee and entertaining the boy with their recent case, "So, the guy easily weighs over 300 pounds, found him in the back of his own trunk, bloated carcass taking up all the space. Now, he's too big to get out let alone hazard a guess as to how he died so we get a haul truck. Now those idiots can't manage to tow a car and they lose control of it and it goes down this hill, rams right into an electrical stand with its backend, the trunk smashed in and the electrical wiring falls down on top, sparks flying."
Andy grinned as Sharon put her hands on her hips.
He continued, "So, when we finally get the fat dead guy to our garage he's all mush, slimy, gory - "
She coughed, "Is this really a story you should be telling to civilians?"
Andy shrugged.
Ricky intervened, "Of course mom, he was just getting to the good stuff."
Sharon shook her head, a little amused smile and Andy laughed along with Ricky.
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The-pop-like-a-zit-episode. Oh insensitive Flynnie, you are my favorite. =) Hope you enjoyed.