Damned If She Do - Person of Interest, John Reese/Detective Joss Carter, moral compasslyssieFebruary 12 2012, 23:28:17 UTC
She shouldn't be here. Joss Carter has her eyes open wide (closing them would be pointless), and her hands pressed flat against the wall behind her. The man on his knees before her is as good with his mouth as he is with his hands, and a part of her hates him (and herself) for how easy it is. That sharp, sweet slide from (I'm a good cop) to biting her lip in an effort to stay quiet.
"Detective Carter," he'd said.
"I don't owe you a thing." She'd flashed the words back at him, as though he'd asked for something. Even though it niggled at her, a little. She did owe him--a life for a life.
"There's no ledger here--" he'd said dryly. and that muscle in his cheek had twitched. As though there had been ledgers before. One more piece slotted into the puzzle, and Joss Carter knew she was getting closer to the truths surrounding this man.
She'd betrayed him, but she'd been following her own code. He seemed to get that, even before this moment. They had different moral compasses, and hers meant that bad men were put away, no matter what. But they weren't killed, not when it was her hand that tipped the balance.
And so she doesn't give ground when he crowds her, doesn't back away when his hands grip her wrists.
She reversed their positions, shoving his hands behind his back. It doesn't matter if he let her, if she's sure he could get out of the cuffs she clapped on his wrists.
They've had conversations before this, they've even worked together, in a manner of speaking. Carter's always kept it strictly business, though she's not beyond sarcasm.
She doesn't know why she does this, why she thinks this is such a good idea. Nor does she know why he seems willing to go along with it, hands still behind his back as she steps into him, pressing their bodies together. That thread of danger that always attracted her to her job in the first place pulses through her, low and sure.
They don't kiss--Carter doesn't want to think about the implications of that as she shoves him to his knees.
With the wall at her back, she has something to brace herself against. Her man in a suit seemed to be expecting it, as though he'd gaged her shifts of mood from their first meeting. Not like he'd planned it (Carter doesn't think he's that much of an egoist), but like he'd thought it might be inevitable. Everyone has a breaking point.
Apparently hers is that look in his eyes when she unzips her pants.
There's a problem when she's biting her lip to keep silent, while a man she doesn't really know eats her out from his position on his knees. Or maybe there isn't a problem, she thinks a bit hazily, as her body clenches and her release makes her lock her knees. Don't fall, don't fall, don't fall...
"Detective," he says, in that voice, the one that's too low to be real. The one that made her think of this entirely crazy idea. His mouth brushes across her hip and he sits back a little from her.
She sucks in a breath and fishes the handcuffs key from the breast pocket of the shirt she never bothered to take off.
With a sudden smile, he brings his hands from behind his back. "Don't bother."
Yeah. She'd thought he'd get free. Tilting her head, she wonders what the next move is. If he stands and crowds her, she might toss him back out the door. Pants around her ankles or not, she isn't about to let him control this situation.
He doesn't stand.
Unlocking her knees, she raises her eyebrows and steps forward. "Need some help?"
His hands slide up her legs, and she folds them. The floor is cold and hard when her knees impact, but she can ignore that for the appreciation in his eyes. "Yeah," he murmurs, ducking his head to press a kiss to the side of her neck. "I could."
Unbuckling his belt, she thinks of how easily she could get back up and leave. But the sharp ache between her legs isn't satisfied, and he certainly isn't. Joss smiles a little to herself as his hands coax her forward. It's probably been a while for him, she should really take it easy.
Re: Damned If She Do - Person of Interest, John Reese/Detective Joss Carter, moral compasslyssieFebruary 17 2012, 03:24:14 UTC
1. I tried it the other way and found it didn't work. Besides, my goal is to write Carter fic (porny or otherwise).
2. That would be hard not to do. It is a VERY bad idea. All those things like law and order and rules, and she's sort of just forgetting them. For a little while.
Re: Damned If She Do - Person of Interest, John Reese/Detective Joss Carter, moral compassblacktop50February 22 2012, 17:06:26 UTC
Somehow, the way Reese uses her title -- twice -- is just so damn sexy here. The contrast between how Carter presents herself in public and who she is in this private moment amps up the erotic. Great work, great writing.
And yes, Reese did get out of handcuffs in that episode "The Fixer" with mystery woman Zoe Morgan.
Re: Damned If She Do - Person of Interest, John Reese/Detective Joss Carter, moral compasslyssieFebruary 24 2012, 00:10:02 UTC
Thank you! One of the things that's always stuck with me is her telling Fusco her first name is Detective, and I tend to think of it as who she is (on the job), and letting Reese use it sort of is a goad (on his part).
Which I'm not entirely sure makes sense, but. *shrug*
"Detective Carter," he'd said.
"I don't owe you a thing." She'd flashed the words back at him, as though he'd asked for something. Even though it niggled at her, a little. She did owe him--a life for a life.
"There's no ledger here--" he'd said dryly. and that muscle in his cheek had twitched. As though there had been ledgers before. One more piece slotted into the puzzle, and Joss Carter knew she was getting closer to the truths surrounding this man.
She'd betrayed him, but she'd been following her own code. He seemed to get that, even before this moment. They had different moral compasses, and hers meant that bad men were put away, no matter what. But they weren't killed, not when it was her hand that tipped the balance.
And so she doesn't give ground when he crowds her, doesn't back away when his hands grip her wrists.
She reversed their positions, shoving his hands behind his back. It doesn't matter if he let her, if she's sure he could get out of the cuffs she clapped on his wrists.
They've had conversations before this, they've even worked together, in a manner of speaking. Carter's always kept it strictly business, though she's not beyond sarcasm.
She doesn't know why she does this, why she thinks this is such a good idea. Nor does she know why he seems willing to go along with it, hands still behind his back as she steps into him, pressing their bodies together. That thread of danger that always attracted her to her job in the first place pulses through her, low and sure.
They don't kiss--Carter doesn't want to think about the implications of that as she shoves him to his knees.
With the wall at her back, she has something to brace herself against. Her man in a suit seemed to be expecting it, as though he'd gaged her shifts of mood from their first meeting. Not like he'd planned it (Carter doesn't think he's that much of an egoist), but like he'd thought it might be inevitable. Everyone has a breaking point.
Apparently hers is that look in his eyes when she unzips her pants.
There's a problem when she's biting her lip to keep silent, while a man she doesn't really know eats her out from his position on his knees. Or maybe there isn't a problem, she thinks a bit hazily, as her body clenches and her release makes her lock her knees. Don't fall, don't fall, don't fall...
"Detective," he says, in that voice, the one that's too low to be real. The one that made her think of this entirely crazy idea. His mouth brushes across her hip and he sits back a little from her.
She sucks in a breath and fishes the handcuffs key from the breast pocket of the shirt she never bothered to take off.
With a sudden smile, he brings his hands from behind his back. "Don't bother."
Yeah. She'd thought he'd get free. Tilting her head, she wonders what the next move is. If he stands and crowds her, she might toss him back out the door. Pants around her ankles or not, she isn't about to let him control this situation.
He doesn't stand.
Unlocking her knees, she raises her eyebrows and steps forward. "Need some help?"
His hands slide up her legs, and she folds them. The floor is cold and hard when her knees impact, but she can ignore that for the appreciation in his eyes. "Yeah," he murmurs, ducking his head to press a kiss to the side of her neck. "I could."
Unbuckling his belt, she thinks of how easily she could get back up and leave. But the sharp ache between her legs isn't satisfied, and he certainly isn't. Joss smiles a little to herself as his hands coax her forward. It's probably been a while for him, she should really take it easy.
They don't.
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LOVE.
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That is a wonderful compliment. Thank you! =D
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Thank you, and backatcha! =D
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HOT! unf.
(and also hee, I love how fandom has decided that not only MUST Reese be cuffed for sex but he's also Houdini and will get out of them anyway. lol)
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Thank you!
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1. make it Carter's POV (and Carter in charge)
2. acknowledge that this is a BAD IDEA.
Also, guh.
you should link it to wegetcarter
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2. That would be hard not to do. It is a VERY bad idea. All those things like law and order and rules, and she's sort of just forgetting them. For a little while.
(I should, eek)
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And yes, Reese did get out of handcuffs in that episode "The Fixer" with mystery woman Zoe Morgan.
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Which I'm not entirely sure makes sense, but. *shrug*
Thank you, again. =D
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