Fanfic: Meeting in the park
Title: Meeting in the park
Author: Serialbathera
Fandom: Profiler
Prompt: 01 Desire (profiler_fans v-day challenge) It's hard for me to say what's right, when all I wanna do is wrong. ~ Prince // Gett Off (13 fanfic_fiesta)
Characters: Grace Alverez, Jack of all trades
Characters mentioned: Morgan, Gwen, Jason, and Georgie
Pairings: Jack/Grace
Ratings: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Word Count: 805
Summary: Jack and Grace meet in the park…PWP
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters
Author’s notes: For all the Jack/Grace fans
Grace was sitting on a park bench, watching the children play nearby. It felt weird being in the park without her own kids, or even to be in the park on the middle of a nice summer day.
Morgan and his new wife had the kids for the week, and it was a low week at the VCTF so Grace had decided to call in sick today. She felt that it was okay now and again to play a little hooky.
She sat in the park debating on what she should do today. The park was peaceful and reminded her of central park back home. She figured after having to be crammed up most of the time in the office or the morgue that the fresh air would do her some good.
And even if she just spent the day in the park, and went home and enjoyed a long bath, it wouldn’t be a waste of her fake sick day, because she would come into work tomorrow feeling refreshed.
A handsome blond man in his late forties wearing an immaculate blue navy pinstripe suit smiled at her as he walked by. “Is it alright if I join you?” His blue eyes twinkled, as he gave her a polite smile.
She smiled. “I don’t see why not.”
He sat on the bench beside her. “My office is right across the street, and I saw you sitting here, and I thought I needed to meet this vision of beauty sitting across from my window.” He smiled again, a happier than polite smile, showing perfectly white capped teeth. “I’m Jack.” He extended his hand to her.
She smiled at him again. “Grace.”
“What a lovely name, it suits you well.”
She felt herself blushing softly. “Thanks.” Why did she suddenly feel like a herd of butterflies had just taken up resident in her stomach? A part of her felt like flirting with him, and a part of her felt like taking her leave. But she had already told him that it was okay to sit. And there wasn’t anything wrong with him, that she could see. He seemed like a perfectly nice gentleman. Her divorce was final; she shouldn’t feel guilty about a man being attracted to her. She needed to move on with her life, and forget her love for Morgan, find someone else to replace him.
Grace found herself smiling at Jack warmly, contemplating her next move, when she heard these words escape her mouth. “I was just about to go home and make lunch, would you like to join me?”
“I would be honored.” He smiled again.
She stood and impulsively took his hand. She suddenly felt the need to try to start fresh, and even if it turned out to be a one night stand she was going to have sex with this man.
As they got to her car, her desire for him grew as they got in. She kissed him, and he didn’t stop her, kissing back passionately; His tongue exploring her mouth.
She pushed the arm rest in the middle of the seat up, and went to take off his jacket at the same time he was unbuttoning her shirt.
She moved closer to him, away from the steering column. His jacket and her shirt came off at the same time, and his fingers ran over the flesh exposed as she maneuvered herself where she was sitting on his lap. A part of Grace being glad that her windows had a dark tint to them, so no could see what they were doing.
Jack pushed the seat back, so she didn’t hit the dash, with one hand, as the other ran his fingers under the front clasp of her lacy black bra.
She pulled her lips from his, and began to unbutton his white shirt with her teeth, licking and kissing his chest as she made her way to the end of the shirt.
Grace left a trial of kisses in the chest hair as he pulled off the bra and began to massage her now exposed breasts; fondling and teasing the nipples with quick little pinches.
Jack kissed her breasts as she went to his belt, unclasping it, and undoing his pants and pulling out his beautiful erection from out of his white boxer briefs.
One of his hands moved her skirt over her legs to her waist, and carefully slipped her barely there pants down.
Grace was already starting to become wet so it was easy for Jack to enter her. His hands moving over her body, as she bounced with each thrust.
She ran her fingers through his hair, and down his back, moaning happily.
Floods of joy reached both of them within split seconds of each other, as they sat moaning and panting for another round.
Author: Serialbathera
Fandom: Profiler
Prompt: 01 Desire (profiler_fans v-day challenge) It's hard for me to say what's right, when all I wanna do is wrong. ~ Prince // Gett Off (13 fanfic_fiesta)
Characters: Grace Alverez, Jack of all trades
Characters mentioned: Morgan, Gwen, Jason, and Georgie
Pairings: Jack/Grace
Ratings: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Word Count: 805
Summary: Jack and Grace meet in the park…PWP
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters
Author’s notes: For all the Jack/Grace fans
Grace was sitting on a park bench, watching the children play nearby. It felt weird being in the park without her own kids, or even to be in the park on the middle of a nice summer day.
Morgan and his new wife had the kids for the week, and it was a low week at the VCTF so Grace had decided to call in sick today. She felt that it was okay now and again to play a little hooky.
She sat in the park debating on what she should do today. The park was peaceful and reminded her of central park back home. She figured after having to be crammed up most of the time in the office or the morgue that the fresh air would do her some good.
And even if she just spent the day in the park, and went home and enjoyed a long bath, it wouldn’t be a waste of her fake sick day, because she would come into work tomorrow feeling refreshed.
A handsome blond man in his late forties wearing an immaculate blue navy pinstripe suit smiled at her as he walked by. “Is it alright if I join you?” His blue eyes twinkled, as he gave her a polite smile.
She smiled. “I don’t see why not.”
He sat on the bench beside her. “My office is right across the street, and I saw you sitting here, and I thought I needed to meet this vision of beauty sitting across from my window.” He smiled again, a happier than polite smile, showing perfectly white capped teeth. “I’m Jack.” He extended his hand to her.
She smiled at him again. “Grace.”
“What a lovely name, it suits you well.”
She felt herself blushing softly. “Thanks.” Why did she suddenly feel like a herd of butterflies had just taken up resident in her stomach? A part of her felt like flirting with him, and a part of her felt like taking her leave. But she had already told him that it was okay to sit. And there wasn’t anything wrong with him, that she could see. He seemed like a perfectly nice gentleman. Her divorce was final; she shouldn’t feel guilty about a man being attracted to her. She needed to move on with her life, and forget her love for Morgan, find someone else to replace him.
Grace found herself smiling at Jack warmly, contemplating her next move, when she heard these words escape her mouth. “I was just about to go home and make lunch, would you like to join me?”
“I would be honored.” He smiled again.
She stood and impulsively took his hand. She suddenly felt the need to try to start fresh, and even if it turned out to be a one night stand she was going to have sex with this man.
As they got to her car, her desire for him grew as they got in. She kissed him, and he didn’t stop her, kissing back passionately; His tongue exploring her mouth.
She pushed the arm rest in the middle of the seat up, and went to take off his jacket at the same time he was unbuttoning her shirt.
She moved closer to him, away from the steering column. His jacket and her shirt came off at the same time, and his fingers ran over the flesh exposed as she maneuvered herself where she was sitting on his lap. A part of Grace being glad that her windows had a dark tint to them, so no could see what they were doing.
Jack pushed the seat back, so she didn’t hit the dash, with one hand, as the other ran his fingers under the front clasp of her lacy black bra.
She pulled her lips from his, and began to unbutton his white shirt with her teeth, licking and kissing his chest as she made her way to the end of the shirt.
Grace left a trial of kisses in the chest hair as he pulled off the bra and began to massage her now exposed breasts; fondling and teasing the nipples with quick little pinches.
Jack kissed her breasts as she went to his belt, unclasping it, and undoing his pants and pulling out his beautiful erection from out of his white boxer briefs.
One of his hands moved her skirt over her legs to her waist, and carefully slipped her barely there pants down.
Grace was already starting to become wet so it was easy for Jack to enter her. His hands moving over her body, as she bounced with each thrust.
She ran her fingers through his hair, and down his back, moaning happily.
Floods of joy reached both of them within split seconds of each other, as they sat moaning and panting for another round.