Profiler fic: After hours
Title: After hours
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Profiler
Prompt: 023 Lovers (fanfic100)
Challenge: none
Characters: Bailey Malone, Dr. Grace Alverez, Sam Waters, Atlanta detective (oc)
Characters mentioned: none
Pairings: Grace/Bailey
Rating: PG-13, going into NC-17 but not fully there.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 549
Summary: Bailey and Grace try to have a little quiet time in the office.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
Author’s notes: A belated birthday present for kosmickway
Bailey Malone admired the olive skinned Brunette as he looked through the scotch in his imported Italian crystal glass. He was watching her pretend to fix her black skirt as she sat down and crossed her legs provocatively.
They had started another round of a play they had both been perfecting the last few weeks. It was for the benefit of anyone else in the VCTF who might wander in. She usually wore slacks, and so the skirt excited Bailey more than he thought possible. He finished the scotch and set the glass on the black desk blotter underneath his hand.
Her lips formed into a pretty pink smile, which let Bailey admire the expertly done shade of lipstick that she had applied only moments before coming to his office.
The woman seemed about to speak when a blond in a black and white checkered suit popped her head in. “I’m taking off, I’ll catch you later.”
“Good night Sam.” Bailey and the woman on the couch said almost seconds after each other.
“Good night, Bailey, good night Grace.” Sam nodded her head to both, and headed away from the door.
Grace got off the couch gracefully, and closed the door. She pulled down the blinds on the door, and locked it.
Bailey had gotten up himself and was lowering the blinds on the inside glass. He then proceeded to sweep Grace into a passionate kiss.
His hands went to her hair, pulling the black decorative chopsticks out and letting chestnut curls spiral romantically downward.
Grace’s fingers were playing with the buttons on his black vest, taking it off, and throwing it to the floor.
Bailey began to dip her as they kissed.
They departed for a second to get some air, and Grace took his hand and led him to the couch. They floated down to the couch, and began to kiss again.
Bailey ran his hands under the bottom hem of her red blouse, rubbing his palm on the cool skin of her stomach before venturing playfully under her bra, cupping each of her breasts for a second.
Grace broke away from the kiss, and began to unbutton his white shirt with her teeth. She did it very slowly, deciding for once that she was going to let him keep his buttons. She nuzzled his chest hairs for a moment before reaching under the coffee table. She pulled out a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs, which they had taped underneath earlier.
She stood up for a moment, pushing his legs all the way on the couch. As she was just about to open one of the handcuffs, there was a loud knocking on the door. “Agent Malone, Agent Malone, the guard told me you were still here.”
Grace smirked, as she hid the handcuffs.
Bailey buttoned his shirt quickly, unlocking the door. An Atlanta Police detective was standing outside, his wet trench coat over his arm. “I hate to bother you but we have a case we’d like your team to see.”
Bailey nodded. “We’ll have to finish the evaluation later,” He said turning to Grace, who was sitting on the couch.
Bailey let the man come in, and he sat down behind his desk to hear the details before he called everyone back into the office.
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Profiler
Prompt: 023 Lovers (fanfic100)
Challenge: none
Characters: Bailey Malone, Dr. Grace Alverez, Sam Waters, Atlanta detective (oc)
Characters mentioned: none
Pairings: Grace/Bailey
Rating: PG-13, going into NC-17 but not fully there.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 549
Summary: Bailey and Grace try to have a little quiet time in the office.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
Author’s notes: A belated birthday present for kosmickway
Bailey Malone admired the olive skinned Brunette as he looked through the scotch in his imported Italian crystal glass. He was watching her pretend to fix her black skirt as she sat down and crossed her legs provocatively.
They had started another round of a play they had both been perfecting the last few weeks. It was for the benefit of anyone else in the VCTF who might wander in. She usually wore slacks, and so the skirt excited Bailey more than he thought possible. He finished the scotch and set the glass on the black desk blotter underneath his hand.
Her lips formed into a pretty pink smile, which let Bailey admire the expertly done shade of lipstick that she had applied only moments before coming to his office.
The woman seemed about to speak when a blond in a black and white checkered suit popped her head in. “I’m taking off, I’ll catch you later.”
“Good night Sam.” Bailey and the woman on the couch said almost seconds after each other.
“Good night, Bailey, good night Grace.” Sam nodded her head to both, and headed away from the door.
Grace got off the couch gracefully, and closed the door. She pulled down the blinds on the door, and locked it.
Bailey had gotten up himself and was lowering the blinds on the inside glass. He then proceeded to sweep Grace into a passionate kiss.
His hands went to her hair, pulling the black decorative chopsticks out and letting chestnut curls spiral romantically downward.
Grace’s fingers were playing with the buttons on his black vest, taking it off, and throwing it to the floor.
Bailey began to dip her as they kissed.
They departed for a second to get some air, and Grace took his hand and led him to the couch. They floated down to the couch, and began to kiss again.
Bailey ran his hands under the bottom hem of her red blouse, rubbing his palm on the cool skin of her stomach before venturing playfully under her bra, cupping each of her breasts for a second.
Grace broke away from the kiss, and began to unbutton his white shirt with her teeth. She did it very slowly, deciding for once that she was going to let him keep his buttons. She nuzzled his chest hairs for a moment before reaching under the coffee table. She pulled out a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs, which they had taped underneath earlier.
She stood up for a moment, pushing his legs all the way on the couch. As she was just about to open one of the handcuffs, there was a loud knocking on the door. “Agent Malone, Agent Malone, the guard told me you were still here.”
Grace smirked, as she hid the handcuffs.
Bailey buttoned his shirt quickly, unlocking the door. An Atlanta Police detective was standing outside, his wet trench coat over his arm. “I hate to bother you but we have a case we’d like your team to see.”
Bailey nodded. “We’ll have to finish the evaluation later,” He said turning to Grace, who was sitting on the couch.
Bailey let the man come in, and he sat down behind his desk to hear the details before he called everyone back into the office.