The Cookie Tin (Law & Order: UK)
Title: The Cookie Tin
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Alesha/James
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Warning: Crack!fic pure and simple
Summary: Alesha finds herself strangely affected by the cookie tin on Natalie's desk.
Disclaimer: ITV owns Law & Order: UK
Author Notes: This fic is entirely the fault of mischief89 who put the idea into my head during an IM conversation on Saturday after referencing Natalie Chandler's TARDIS tin…
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"James?"
"Mmm?" He doesn't look up from the case file he's studying as they wait for Natalie to come back.
"That cookie tin on Natalie's desk - " She breaks off, staring at it.
James did look up then. "What about it?" he asks, looking from Alesha's intent gaze to the tall blue tin shaped like a Police public call box, and back again.
"I don't know," she says slowly. "For some reason it's making me think of wearing a maid's uniform."
He takes a sharp breath. "What?" he asks, his voice cracking. He can picture Alesha in a maid's uniform too, and it's giving him ideas that he'd rather not be having in Natalie's office.
She seems to drag her gaze away from the cookie tin to stare hard at her lover, and he feels heat flush his body as he realises that she's turned on by the idea too.
"I bet Brodie's would have one," she says.
He makes a strangled noise and shifts uncomfortably in his chair, and Alesha smirks at him, then leans over and speaks softly in his ear, her breath tickling his skin. "Like that idea, do you James?"
"Yes," he hisses, then jumps as she puts her hand on his thigh perilously close to his straining zip.
She bites gently on his earlobe and he groans, aware that if she carries on he's going to come any second now. Fortunately for his trousers and his dignity they hear Natalie's voice outside the door, and Alesha retreats to her own chair, still smirking as he rearranges the file in his lap to cover his bulging crotch.
James forces himself to concentrate on what Natalie's telling them, but he's acutely aware of his arousal, and of Alesha's concealed amusement, and he resolves to get his own back on her.
* * * * * *
Back at the office Alesha goes to fetch them coffee so he makes a quick phone call to establish whether or not Brodie's do have a maid's uniform, and he arranges to pick it up before the end of the day.
Coming back with their coffee, Alesha settles into the chair beside his desk so they can discuss their case strategy, and he's aware that she's watching him intently when he's not looking directly at her.
"What?" he asks finally, once their discussion is complete.
She shakes her head. "Nothing. Just - are we likely to be working late tonight?"
"It's a possibility," he answers. "It depends how late you get back from talking to those witnesses, and how much information you can get out of them, of course."
"Is that a hint, Mr Steel, to leave?"
He smirks. "Well, the sooner you go and come back, the sooner we get to play." He sees a spark of excitement in her dark eyes and his smirk broadens into a grin.
"I'll get going, then." She gets up and sashays across to her own desk, and he rolls his eyes slightly at this provocative behaviour.
"Be good while I'm gone," she says, smirking in turn.
"Not much chance of me being naughty if you're not here," he observes.
"I'll see you later."
James works for another forty-five minutes, then he pulls his coat back on and heads out to Brodie's to pick up his items.
* * * * * *
Alesha gets back to the office at five thirty, just as everyone else, more or less, is leaving. As she enters the office she shares with James, George can be heard speaking on the phone, but he sticks his head around the doorway as she's taking off her coat, scarf and beret, and he wishes them both a goodnight.
"How did you get on?" asks James, after they've both said goodnight to George.
She grins at him across the room, and he feels his heart speed up a little - it's her grin of triumph, the one she wears when she's found something really juicy to help their case.
"Oh, you'll like this," she says, picking up her notebook and crossing the room to lean against the edge of his desk while she talks to him.
He makes his own notes as she tells him all that she's found out since writing it down helps to fix it in his memory as well as giving him a written record to refer to at a later date.
"Well done," he says when she's finished. "Very well done - that's built our case for us." She smiles down at him and he grins back, then pulls open the bottom drawer of his desk and takes out the bag from Brodie's.
"Oh!" Alesha looks suitably surprised at the sight of it, and he fishes out the mortar board he got for himself, then hands her the bag.
"Why don't you go and get changed in George's office," he suggests.
"You want to do this here?" she asks.
"Everyone else has gone home," he says, "and that's been on my mind the whole time you've been out."
She smirks, takes the bag from him, and repeats her sashaying walk, her hips swinging seductively as she goes into George's office and changes.
When she returns, James has put his gown on over his suit and is wearing the mortar board too, and she giggles, then claps her hand over her mouth, and he raises an eyebrow at her with a stern look.
"Phillips, is there any reason for you giggling like a silly little girl?" he asks.
"No sir. I'm sorry sir," she responds meekly, approaching his desk.
"That's all very well, Phillips, but you appear to have been slacking in your work lately. When did you last empty my bin?" He points down at the bin, which is on the right side of his chair, while she stands on the left.
Alesha leans over his lap to look at the bin and he slips his left hand up under her rather short black skirt and caresses her arse, which he's pleased to discover is bare beneath her clothes.
"Oh sir!" she gasps, and he's sure there's a bit of genuine surprise in her response from the way her voice catches.
He doesn't answer, just slides his hand down the curve or her arse and slips it between her thighs. She helpfully shifts one leg sideways a couple of inches so that he has better access. She's gripping the edge of his desk with her left hand as he pushes two fingers inside her, and he can see her knuckles are white. He pushes his chair backwards, his fingers not leaving her body, and stands up.
"Bend over the desk," he says, his voice husky with desire. She obeys and he pulls his fingers free, eliciting a moan from Alesha.
"Hush," he says sternly. "Or I'll have to punish you."
"Oh, but sir - " she gasps.
"Phillips, do you want me to cane you?" he demands.
She glances over her shoulder at him, and his already hard cock stiffens further at the expression on Alesha's face.
"Face front," he says, biting the words out as he unfastens his trousers and eases his erection free.
"Please sir," she says.
He steps up behind her, and lifts her skirt, then brings his hand down sharply on her bare arse.
"Oh fuck!" she moans softly.
"Language Phillips," he remonstrates, smacking the other cheek.
He clasps her hips, and pushes his cock between her spread thighs, feeling her tight heat swallow his length until he's buried to the hilt.
James can feel Alesha trembling and he suddenly worries he went too far in spanking her. "Are you okay?" he asks softly, abandoning his character for the moment.
"Please sir, please fuck me."
He smiles in relief at her response, pulling back out until just the tip of his cock is still inside her, then he thrusts back in again. He reaches up and unfastens her blouse to cup her bare breasts in his hands, and she pushes back against him. That's enough to make him start thrusting rhythmically in and out of her wet pussy until her muscles clench tightly around his prick, and then he's holding her body tightly against his as he comes too, his cock spasming wildly inside her.
Alesha slumps down onto his desk, breathing heavily, and James props himself on his elbows over her, not wanting to squash her with his greater weight.
"You all right love?" he asks presently.
"Mmm, good," she says.
He pushes himself upright and his softening cock slips out of her. He turns her around, then kneels at her feet and leans in to lap gently at their juices on her thighs. He feels her tangle her fingers in his short hair as he pushes his tongue inside her and hums, knowing it'll tickle.
"James!" She hisses his name through her teeth, and he smirks as he continues his ministrations.
Eventually he gets back to his feet and leans in for a kiss, enjoying the way Alesha moans as she tastes herself on his mouth.
"I think I should return the favour," she tells him, pushing at his chest so that he backs up and sits down in his chair. She kneels between his legs and takes his cock in her hand, drawing her tongue up its length from base to tip, and he moans softly. Alesha knows exactly the best way to fellate him: swirling her tongue around his tip, swallowing half his length down her throat, then pulling it out very slowly, her lips tight around him so that the friction causes him to drop his head back against the chair with a moan of pleasure.
Once he's fully hard again, she lifts up her skirt and settles onto his lap, guiding his cock into her with a practised movement.
"Bloody hell woman!" he gasps as her heat engulfs him.
She giggles, and leans forward to give him a hungry kiss, then leans back and unbuttons his shirt. She continues to rock back and forth, occasionally circling her hips as well, and he feels his orgasm rushing at him like a tidal wave. He reaches down between their bodies, his fingers unerringly finding her clit and he begins to touch her, wanting her to come simultaneously with him.
Afterwards she slumps against his chest and he strokes her back through her blouse until she has caught her breath and sits up again.
"You're a very bad man, James Steel," she says.
"I'm bad?" he asks. "Something about pots and kettles springs to mind."
Alesha laughs, then lifts herself off his lap, and they clean up, get dressed properly, and head back to her flat for dinner and television.
"We'll have to do that again," she tells him as they lie snuggled up in bed together later, both very tired but content.
"At work?" he asks.
"Maybe not for a little while, but at home, definitely."
"Deal," he says, smiling in the darkness.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Alesha/James
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Warning: Crack!fic pure and simple
Summary: Alesha finds herself strangely affected by the cookie tin on Natalie's desk.
Disclaimer: ITV owns Law & Order: UK
Author Notes: This fic is entirely the fault of mischief89 who put the idea into my head during an IM conversation on Saturday after referencing Natalie Chandler's TARDIS tin…
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"James?"
"Mmm?" He doesn't look up from the case file he's studying as they wait for Natalie to come back.
"That cookie tin on Natalie's desk - " She breaks off, staring at it.
James did look up then. "What about it?" he asks, looking from Alesha's intent gaze to the tall blue tin shaped like a Police public call box, and back again.
"I don't know," she says slowly. "For some reason it's making me think of wearing a maid's uniform."
He takes a sharp breath. "What?" he asks, his voice cracking. He can picture Alesha in a maid's uniform too, and it's giving him ideas that he'd rather not be having in Natalie's office.
She seems to drag her gaze away from the cookie tin to stare hard at her lover, and he feels heat flush his body as he realises that she's turned on by the idea too.
"I bet Brodie's would have one," she says.
He makes a strangled noise and shifts uncomfortably in his chair, and Alesha smirks at him, then leans over and speaks softly in his ear, her breath tickling his skin. "Like that idea, do you James?"
"Yes," he hisses, then jumps as she puts her hand on his thigh perilously close to his straining zip.
She bites gently on his earlobe and he groans, aware that if she carries on he's going to come any second now. Fortunately for his trousers and his dignity they hear Natalie's voice outside the door, and Alesha retreats to her own chair, still smirking as he rearranges the file in his lap to cover his bulging crotch.
James forces himself to concentrate on what Natalie's telling them, but he's acutely aware of his arousal, and of Alesha's concealed amusement, and he resolves to get his own back on her.
* * * * * *
Back at the office Alesha goes to fetch them coffee so he makes a quick phone call to establish whether or not Brodie's do have a maid's uniform, and he arranges to pick it up before the end of the day.
Coming back with their coffee, Alesha settles into the chair beside his desk so they can discuss their case strategy, and he's aware that she's watching him intently when he's not looking directly at her.
"What?" he asks finally, once their discussion is complete.
She shakes her head. "Nothing. Just - are we likely to be working late tonight?"
"It's a possibility," he answers. "It depends how late you get back from talking to those witnesses, and how much information you can get out of them, of course."
"Is that a hint, Mr Steel, to leave?"
He smirks. "Well, the sooner you go and come back, the sooner we get to play." He sees a spark of excitement in her dark eyes and his smirk broadens into a grin.
"I'll get going, then." She gets up and sashays across to her own desk, and he rolls his eyes slightly at this provocative behaviour.
"Be good while I'm gone," she says, smirking in turn.
"Not much chance of me being naughty if you're not here," he observes.
"I'll see you later."
James works for another forty-five minutes, then he pulls his coat back on and heads out to Brodie's to pick up his items.
* * * * * *
Alesha gets back to the office at five thirty, just as everyone else, more or less, is leaving. As she enters the office she shares with James, George can be heard speaking on the phone, but he sticks his head around the doorway as she's taking off her coat, scarf and beret, and he wishes them both a goodnight.
"How did you get on?" asks James, after they've both said goodnight to George.
She grins at him across the room, and he feels his heart speed up a little - it's her grin of triumph, the one she wears when she's found something really juicy to help their case.
"Oh, you'll like this," she says, picking up her notebook and crossing the room to lean against the edge of his desk while she talks to him.
He makes his own notes as she tells him all that she's found out since writing it down helps to fix it in his memory as well as giving him a written record to refer to at a later date.
"Well done," he says when she's finished. "Very well done - that's built our case for us." She smiles down at him and he grins back, then pulls open the bottom drawer of his desk and takes out the bag from Brodie's.
"Oh!" Alesha looks suitably surprised at the sight of it, and he fishes out the mortar board he got for himself, then hands her the bag.
"Why don't you go and get changed in George's office," he suggests.
"You want to do this here?" she asks.
"Everyone else has gone home," he says, "and that's been on my mind the whole time you've been out."
She smirks, takes the bag from him, and repeats her sashaying walk, her hips swinging seductively as she goes into George's office and changes.
When she returns, James has put his gown on over his suit and is wearing the mortar board too, and she giggles, then claps her hand over her mouth, and he raises an eyebrow at her with a stern look.
"Phillips, is there any reason for you giggling like a silly little girl?" he asks.
"No sir. I'm sorry sir," she responds meekly, approaching his desk.
"That's all very well, Phillips, but you appear to have been slacking in your work lately. When did you last empty my bin?" He points down at the bin, which is on the right side of his chair, while she stands on the left.
Alesha leans over his lap to look at the bin and he slips his left hand up under her rather short black skirt and caresses her arse, which he's pleased to discover is bare beneath her clothes.
"Oh sir!" she gasps, and he's sure there's a bit of genuine surprise in her response from the way her voice catches.
He doesn't answer, just slides his hand down the curve or her arse and slips it between her thighs. She helpfully shifts one leg sideways a couple of inches so that he has better access. She's gripping the edge of his desk with her left hand as he pushes two fingers inside her, and he can see her knuckles are white. He pushes his chair backwards, his fingers not leaving her body, and stands up.
"Bend over the desk," he says, his voice husky with desire. She obeys and he pulls his fingers free, eliciting a moan from Alesha.
"Hush," he says sternly. "Or I'll have to punish you."
"Oh, but sir - " she gasps.
"Phillips, do you want me to cane you?" he demands.
She glances over her shoulder at him, and his already hard cock stiffens further at the expression on Alesha's face.
"Face front," he says, biting the words out as he unfastens his trousers and eases his erection free.
"Please sir," she says.
He steps up behind her, and lifts her skirt, then brings his hand down sharply on her bare arse.
"Oh fuck!" she moans softly.
"Language Phillips," he remonstrates, smacking the other cheek.
He clasps her hips, and pushes his cock between her spread thighs, feeling her tight heat swallow his length until he's buried to the hilt.
James can feel Alesha trembling and he suddenly worries he went too far in spanking her. "Are you okay?" he asks softly, abandoning his character for the moment.
"Please sir, please fuck me."
He smiles in relief at her response, pulling back out until just the tip of his cock is still inside her, then he thrusts back in again. He reaches up and unfastens her blouse to cup her bare breasts in his hands, and she pushes back against him. That's enough to make him start thrusting rhythmically in and out of her wet pussy until her muscles clench tightly around his prick, and then he's holding her body tightly against his as he comes too, his cock spasming wildly inside her.
Alesha slumps down onto his desk, breathing heavily, and James props himself on his elbows over her, not wanting to squash her with his greater weight.
"You all right love?" he asks presently.
"Mmm, good," she says.
He pushes himself upright and his softening cock slips out of her. He turns her around, then kneels at her feet and leans in to lap gently at their juices on her thighs. He feels her tangle her fingers in his short hair as he pushes his tongue inside her and hums, knowing it'll tickle.
"James!" She hisses his name through her teeth, and he smirks as he continues his ministrations.
Eventually he gets back to his feet and leans in for a kiss, enjoying the way Alesha moans as she tastes herself on his mouth.
"I think I should return the favour," she tells him, pushing at his chest so that he backs up and sits down in his chair. She kneels between his legs and takes his cock in her hand, drawing her tongue up its length from base to tip, and he moans softly. Alesha knows exactly the best way to fellate him: swirling her tongue around his tip, swallowing half his length down her throat, then pulling it out very slowly, her lips tight around him so that the friction causes him to drop his head back against the chair with a moan of pleasure.
Once he's fully hard again, she lifts up her skirt and settles onto his lap, guiding his cock into her with a practised movement.
"Bloody hell woman!" he gasps as her heat engulfs him.
She giggles, and leans forward to give him a hungry kiss, then leans back and unbuttons his shirt. She continues to rock back and forth, occasionally circling her hips as well, and he feels his orgasm rushing at him like a tidal wave. He reaches down between their bodies, his fingers unerringly finding her clit and he begins to touch her, wanting her to come simultaneously with him.
Afterwards she slumps against his chest and he strokes her back through her blouse until she has caught her breath and sits up again.
"You're a very bad man, James Steel," she says.
"I'm bad?" he asks. "Something about pots and kettles springs to mind."
Alesha laughs, then lifts herself off his lap, and they clean up, get dressed properly, and head back to her flat for dinner and television.
"We'll have to do that again," she tells him as they lie snuggled up in bed together later, both very tired but content.
"At work?" he asks.
"Maybe not for a little while, but at home, definitely."
"Deal," he says, smiling in the darkness.