musesandlyrics | 4.7 Tupac quote
4.7. "You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months overanalyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on."
Tupac
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Gabrielle had given what she considered enough time for Stuart to sleep off whatever he'd done the next day before she went over to his flat. She should have called first, but they were partners. Wasn't it now obligatory for them to be in the middle of each other's lives. They'd exchanged addresses the night before while attempting to get to know each other, and Gee had little trouble tracking down his home.
She should have felt guilty, she really should have, but he'd bumped her in favour of a lay. Him and his other 'partner' could have been as subtle as they wanted, but Gee could still read the signals. She knew when someone was on the pull, and the gorgeous bloke in the Armani definitely had been, and he'd only had eyes for Stuart. Gabrielle was only a little jealous. Okay, maybe a lot. It had been a while since anyone that good looking had hit on her. And her partner wasn't exactly ugly either, but he'd abandoned her the moment his dick was getting the promise of some attention.
She banged on his front door, and waited for Stuart to answer. As soon as the sleep-tousled Scot opened to door just a crack, Gee was already starting in on him. "Something came up my bloody arse! Or should I say your arse, Evans? It's alright for some, isn't it?"
Boxer-briefs. Black, very tight. That's all Stuart had on when he'd answered the door. But then, he was still half asleep and didn't expect it to be anything more than maybe his landlord or an Avon lady, both of whom had seen him in this state of undress before. His parter had never seen him in anything less than his work clothes and for a moment, he managed to look like a deer caught in headlights, albeit a half-asleep one. He had creases from the pillows up one side of his face and his hair was sticking up in all directions. Thank god the minute he realised he had been caught in a compromising position did his morning wood start to wane. He couldn't help it if, after getting in a cab from Thomas' Notting Hill pad in the very early hours of the morning, the events of the previous evening kept playing over and over in his head. Sure, up his arse. Up Tom's arse, too. It seemed they were both pretty interchangeable.
He thought maybe he should apologise, but that would mean he was sorry for the one night stand. He wasn't. Not at all. There may have even been hints of meeting up again for a two night stand. Time would tell. He pulled his lips to the side. "Mornin'," he offered with a few slow blinks and then a yawn he couldn't stop that felt like it took over his whole face. He stepped aside and gestured into his apartment if she wanted to come in.
Gee snorted, but stepped inside anyway. She was trying not to let her gaze keep dropping to his boxer-briefs but she couldn't help it. They were right there and now she was all curious about what Stuart was packing. And he seemed to be packing quite a bit. "Morning," she returned finally as she took off her coat and hung it on a hook near the door next to his. "Should I strip off too just to make things a little more even?" Her mind was suddenly filled with images of Stuart and the suit, and suddenly she started to realise what Cameron Preston had meant about gay sex being a turn on for some women. She cleared her throat, and folded her arms up under her chest. "Have fun?"
Stuart decided his brain was sex-soaked. He was still in that post-orgasmic bliss that made it impossible to carry out normal tasks without it seeming sexual. He got the feeling she was perving on him or flirting with him, but he wasn't even sure if she liked him that much still. And he maybe had a sex hangover, and yes, there was such a thing. The ability to not think or walk straight, with a groggy headache from lack of sleep. "Aye..." he began hesitantly, scratching his nails slowly over an itchy bit of his stomach. "Sorry I didnae tell you I liked cock?"
Gee's tongue was stuck in the corner of her mouth as she watched him scratch, and she could already feel her body react. She couldn't help it. It had been ages since she'd had sex. Years. Her nipples tightened against her shirt, and she could even feel the heat pool between her thighs. She shifted her weight from foot to foot and made a conscious effort to keep her eyes above Stuart's waistline. Only then they were on his bare chest and she started to realise just how fit he was. "Yeah, well... Sorry I haven't told you I've been in a sexual drought since I became a uniform?"
Stuart just started to laugh, thinking she was actually joking at first. "Aye, right," he commented, shaking his head. "You cannae be serious. Our job isnae that demanding all the time. We have time to get a fuck now and again." But he stopped, scratching his head as he tried to work out if she really was joking. His apartment was small, but modern, trendy and open-planned. He moved over to the kitchen area and took out a couple of bottles of water from the fridge, pushing one across the breakfast bar to her and then using his to take his morning round of pills from the bottles beside the microwave. As he swallowed, he looked at her closely again. "Are you a lesbian?" he found himself asking as he tried to figure her comment out.
Gabrielle watched him, realising it was the first time she'd actually seen him take the pills. "What? Fuck off. Not having sex doesn't make me a lesbian. Not all female coppers are lebsians. I'm perfectly straight, thank you. I like cock, just like yours. I mean you. Just like you. Do." She rubbed her fingers against her forehead at the slip up and turned around to take in the flat for the first time. She'd been too distracted by his boxer-briefs earlier to notice. "Fuck, how'd you manage to score a place like this?"
Stuart watched her for a few more moments, blinking. Then he gestured to her with the pill bottle, a smirk forming on his lips. "You are primed today. Did a dog piss on your foot outside or something? You dinnae have to give me the non-straight copper speech, you know. I actually live it. I'm down with it." He glanced around. "I lived with my brother in Edinburgh, rent-free. I can afford it. Are you alright? Did I do something else to piss you off?"
Gee shook her head as she pushed her fingers through her hair and turned back to face him. Her blue eyes narrowed slightly like she was formulating a plan in her mind and she moved closer to Stuart so the breakfast bar wasn't between them. "You haven't pissed me off. I'm just... I think I need to get rid of this tension."
Stuart held up his hands in surrender, the pills clicking against the side of the bottle. "Hey, I cannae help that you dinnae like me as much as Matt likes Ronnie. And I'm sorry that you thought I was a wiz Nazi in the loos and that I cut our drink short last night, but I knocked the bloke over in front of about thirty people. I think I busted his mobile. He offered to buy me a drink, but I offered in return so I could make it up to him. It just... happened. It's kinda how it goes down when blokes are on the pull. Isnae much romance involved, just lots of cock. I didnae mean to offend you or create more tension. I'm sorry, I am. And I'm sorry if it's true that you havenae been fucked in years, and I dinnae mean this to sounds as blunt as it is going to come out, but years? And you thought I was the weirdo for needing to pee a lot? That's why I asked if you were a lesbian, because I'm nay sure I can buy a chick who looks like you wouldnae have blokes after her on some level."
Gee was still moving in closer until she had Stuart pinned between her and the counter. "I wanted to focus on my job, and I wanted to try and be dedicated because it's bullshit that it's still not hard for a woman to get ahead. It's still a man's job, just some of us are able to keep up. I didn't want distractions. I didn't want to be that girl that wound up shagging all the uniforms. Not everything is about sex. Not everyone needs sex. Some of us get so used to not having it, we don't even think about it. Until it opens the door in supremely tight boxers." She leaned in to kiss him hard, her hand going to the back of his neck as she kissed him deeply. "I don't want you," she panted as she broke the kiss. "Just so we're clear. This isn't an awkward partner moment because like I said, it's about working out the tension. And sometimes the best way to work it out is to shag it out. I don't think you're a pee Nazi, and I'm sorry you think I hate you, because I don't. And I am just really horny right now, and it's just a quick thing, okay? You can go back to your aggressive cocks after. I won't even... You smell really good."
Stuart wriggled out of her grip and put the breakfast bar back between them. "Wait." He set the pill bottle down and splayed his palms out on the counter. "You havenae had sex in years, yet you're coming onto me like a bitch in heat? I'm nay buying the years thing, just so you know. I think you're exaggerating, and I can tell you that because you just tried to stick your tongue down my throat and partners share everything right? And also? You dinnae want me, but you're coming onto me like a bitch in heat! How is this going to relieve tension and nay create it? Why would I even want to do you after a speech like that? I should just tell you to bugger off. Way to go to make me really feel like you dinnae like me. And you know what? Balls to the woman climbing the career ladder shite. You arenae going to make me feel like you have worked harder to get here than I have!" He really, really couldn't work her out now. He was willing to concede the misunderstanding about the bathroom thing, but this? If a bloke copper tried this on, he might have decked them by now. If she wanted to shag him, she had to give him more than 'I don't want you, it's nothing'.
"Years can count as a couple! It's still a legitimate use of the plural. And I'm not a bitch on heat. I just... Would you rather we punched each other? I don't hate you, Stuart! I like you a lot, actually. And I was starting to enjoy spending time with you last night, but if you wound up on the pull that's fine, and I get it. I didn't know you liked guys but now I do. I didn't know you had an infection, but I do now. I didn't know you could afford somewhere like that, but I do now. See? We're getting to know each other. Also didn't know you were packing nearly ten inches, but now I do." She licked her lips and sunk down onto a stool as she put her head in her hands. "This is also the part where you figure out why I don't go out on the pull. I leave it too long, and then I can't do anything by halves."
"Possible infection, and I swing both ways," Stuart had to corrected and rubbed a hand over his face. "I dinnae get why you leave it at all. Everyone needs sex, so I'm nay buying that argument either. When you dinnae get it, that's when you do things like try to hump your work partner. But okay, clean slate here. You really think us fucking is going to put us in a better place? Really? Sure you arenae worried I'm gonna piss on you in bed?" he couldn't help adding, trying to stifle a laugh.
Gee looked at him, her head still resting in her hands. "You're laughing at me," she murmured. Her lips twitched, and she seriously fought hard to keep from smiling but in the end she lost. She picked up a grape from his fruit bowl and threw it at him. "Thanks a lot, partner."
"And you thought I had a bug up my butt?" Stuart sniggered, catching the grape and placing it neatly down on the breakfast bar. He picked up his water for another drink and stretched as he swallowed down about half of the bottle. "So, we're at a crossroads here. What to do about it?" he asked with a smirk as he recapped the water.
Gabrielle tilted her head. "What's the crossroads? We're doomed to a perpetual awkwardness and you'll forever think of me as a bitch on heat. And I never said you had a bug up your arse! Your words, not mine."
"You thought I was the next Columbo and told Matt as much," Stuart reminded her, raising his eyebrows. "And just so you know, if I really did think you were a bitch on heat, I would have been fucking you up against the wall by now, nay questions asked."
Her eyebrows shot up. "What?! Why would you fuck me like that, and not like... this?"
Stuart leant against the counter. "Because you're my partner. I respect you. I didnae want you to make any mistakes without knowing what you were doing. And I was worried you'd maybe gone a wee bit mental. You havenae exactly showed any interest in me until now," he pointed out to her. "If we slept together, there isnae really any just putting it out of our minds. We're always going to have a sexual history then."
"But if I was a bitch on heat you wouldn't mind the sexual history?" Gee was staring at him, still trying to figure out what he was saying. "I mean, don't get me wrong. That's awfully sweet that you respect me and we're partners. And I haven't gone mental. Much..." She leaned forward, her cleavage showing as she rest against the top of the counter. "I need to get laid, Evans. We also need to just get a clean fucking slate happening so we don't think each other are mental because we need to have each other's backs. We need to know each other and get close. We're not Ronnie and Matt. I don't think a few wise words and several pints are going to fix this just yet."
Stuart let his eyes fall closed and he tipped his face up towards the ceiling as he let out a heavy breath. "I'm starting to wonder if there is ever anything I'll say you'll just understand, nay questions asked," he admitted and then looked back at her. He waved his hand. "And I already checked your tits out first week we worked together. I'm just very subtle. I already said I dinnae think you're a bitch on heat, so your question is pointless. And I go back to my question before that you didnae answer. You really think us fucking is going to put us in a better place?"
Gee retreated back to her stool, and threw her hands up in surrender. "Yeah, I do, actually. And maybe I just can't stop asking questions because I'm all distracted by your bare chest and boxer-briefs. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. This has all been some big cock up."
Stuart pressed his fingers to his lips as he started to laugh again. He held up his hand. "Sorry, I have a sick sense of humour. You didnae want me to answer the door naked, did you?" He threw his arms out. "Like what you see, huh? Let me just ask one thing. Why didnae you ever sleep with Devlin?"
Gee nodded, her gaze slipping down. "Yeah, naked... Wait, what? Devlin?" She ruffled her hair, and let out a nervous laugh. "Um, because we were mates. I just never wanted him like that. I looked up to him."
Stuart couldn't deny he was enjoying this. "I'm fighting the urge to eff with you and act offended that you dinnae look up to me. I'll spare you," he teased, biting down on his lip to try and stop him bursting out laughing. "Game plan. What happens if fucking makes things worse between us?"
"Stuart, darling, sweetie, partner, I've just met you. I haven't had time to look up to you." She leaned across the counter again and hooked her fingers into the front of his boxers. "But I can look up to you while I'm down on my knees sucking your dick if you really want. And if it makes it worse then you have free reign to cover me in magic marker and ask for a new partner."
Stuart looked down, the way she had pulled the elastic out, she only had to tug down just a little further and she would cop an eyeful of his ten inches. "As tempting as the blow job sounds, let's nay do that. We'll keep this on an even keel. Sex, one time, to relieve the tension," he finally agreed.
"Kissing in or out?" Gee asked, and tugged the elastic down that little bit further. She couldn't resist. He was right there, and she definitely wanted to an eyeful of what the Scot was hiding. "That Highlands air really does do you blokes good, doesn't it? That suit last night was one lucky man."
Stuart wet his lips and smirked at her again. "Lowlands. Was born and bred in Edinburgh," he corrected. "That suit last night was Thomas Hunt," he told her, tilting his head with interest as he couldn't help but think back over just exactly what he did with Thomas and there was no stopping his cock reacting to it.
Gee's eyebrow arched up as she caught the reaction after Stuart mentioned his name. "Seems as if Mr Hunt is better than viagra. And I stand corrected. Lowlands. Either way, they really know how to breed them in Scotland. Are you going to see him again?"
Stuart had to reach down to readjust himself and shrugged. "Who knows? I've had a lot of one night stands in my time. Not many of them happen a second time," he admitted. "Less mess that way."
Gabrielle gave a nod, and let go of his boxers so she could circle around the breakfast bar again. "So... come here often?"
"Right here?" Stuart shook his head, tapping his fingers on the counter. "I dinnae shoot where I eat." His eyes were on hers as she approached him, and he was actually quite amused that after everything, they were actually just going to jump into bed for a quick roll as a tension reliever. He hoped it work, and didn't fuck everything up even more. The thing was, it certainly couldn't hurt. They'd had their wires crossed from day one, so at the very least, they would walk away with a good lay, right?
Gabrielle was seriously hoping the plan would work. It definitely couldn't hurt, right? They were consenting adults, they knew what what this was. It wasn't the start of some secret affair. It wasn't trying to make their partnership into something more. It really was just a tension reliever. A fix for all the stupid misunderstandings. And Stuart could think she was bullshitting all she wanted, but Gee knew she hadn't had sex in ages. And he really did look hot in those boxer-briefs. She slipped her arms around him, her hands slipping down into the back of his underwear to give his arse a squeeze. "Then you better show me where, Evans."
Stuart leaned in and captured her lips with his in a kiss that showed he really wasn't foreign to the casual sex thing. He also wasn't a hooker. He liked kissing, a lot. So long as his cock was wrapped, kissing was fine. There was an inevitable fight for dominance in the kiss, but Stuart got the feeling she wouldn't mind him leading the way a bit. It was about the breaking the tension. It wasn't going to hurt if he showed her what he was capable of. The only thing he was curious about was the whole one-off thing. He knew more than a handful of partners who helped each other out in the stress relief side of things when there was otherwise a drought. She was hot, and it was going to be interesting to see if they really could just leave it at one shag and be done with it.
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Tupac
Co-written with scotcopper
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Gabrielle had given what she considered enough time for Stuart to sleep off whatever he'd done the next day before she went over to his flat. She should have called first, but they were partners. Wasn't it now obligatory for them to be in the middle of each other's lives. They'd exchanged addresses the night before while attempting to get to know each other, and Gee had little trouble tracking down his home.
She should have felt guilty, she really should have, but he'd bumped her in favour of a lay. Him and his other 'partner' could have been as subtle as they wanted, but Gee could still read the signals. She knew when someone was on the pull, and the gorgeous bloke in the Armani definitely had been, and he'd only had eyes for Stuart. Gabrielle was only a little jealous. Okay, maybe a lot. It had been a while since anyone that good looking had hit on her. And her partner wasn't exactly ugly either, but he'd abandoned her the moment his dick was getting the promise of some attention.
She banged on his front door, and waited for Stuart to answer. As soon as the sleep-tousled Scot opened to door just a crack, Gee was already starting in on him. "Something came up my bloody arse! Or should I say your arse, Evans? It's alright for some, isn't it?"
Boxer-briefs. Black, very tight. That's all Stuart had on when he'd answered the door. But then, he was still half asleep and didn't expect it to be anything more than maybe his landlord or an Avon lady, both of whom had seen him in this state of undress before. His parter had never seen him in anything less than his work clothes and for a moment, he managed to look like a deer caught in headlights, albeit a half-asleep one. He had creases from the pillows up one side of his face and his hair was sticking up in all directions. Thank god the minute he realised he had been caught in a compromising position did his morning wood start to wane. He couldn't help it if, after getting in a cab from Thomas' Notting Hill pad in the very early hours of the morning, the events of the previous evening kept playing over and over in his head. Sure, up his arse. Up Tom's arse, too. It seemed they were both pretty interchangeable.
He thought maybe he should apologise, but that would mean he was sorry for the one night stand. He wasn't. Not at all. There may have even been hints of meeting up again for a two night stand. Time would tell. He pulled his lips to the side. "Mornin'," he offered with a few slow blinks and then a yawn he couldn't stop that felt like it took over his whole face. He stepped aside and gestured into his apartment if she wanted to come in.
Gee snorted, but stepped inside anyway. She was trying not to let her gaze keep dropping to his boxer-briefs but she couldn't help it. They were right there and now she was all curious about what Stuart was packing. And he seemed to be packing quite a bit. "Morning," she returned finally as she took off her coat and hung it on a hook near the door next to his. "Should I strip off too just to make things a little more even?" Her mind was suddenly filled with images of Stuart and the suit, and suddenly she started to realise what Cameron Preston had meant about gay sex being a turn on for some women. She cleared her throat, and folded her arms up under her chest. "Have fun?"
Stuart decided his brain was sex-soaked. He was still in that post-orgasmic bliss that made it impossible to carry out normal tasks without it seeming sexual. He got the feeling she was perving on him or flirting with him, but he wasn't even sure if she liked him that much still. And he maybe had a sex hangover, and yes, there was such a thing. The ability to not think or walk straight, with a groggy headache from lack of sleep. "Aye..." he began hesitantly, scratching his nails slowly over an itchy bit of his stomach. "Sorry I didnae tell you I liked cock?"
Gee's tongue was stuck in the corner of her mouth as she watched him scratch, and she could already feel her body react. She couldn't help it. It had been ages since she'd had sex. Years. Her nipples tightened against her shirt, and she could even feel the heat pool between her thighs. She shifted her weight from foot to foot and made a conscious effort to keep her eyes above Stuart's waistline. Only then they were on his bare chest and she started to realise just how fit he was. "Yeah, well... Sorry I haven't told you I've been in a sexual drought since I became a uniform?"
Stuart just started to laugh, thinking she was actually joking at first. "Aye, right," he commented, shaking his head. "You cannae be serious. Our job isnae that demanding all the time. We have time to get a fuck now and again." But he stopped, scratching his head as he tried to work out if she really was joking. His apartment was small, but modern, trendy and open-planned. He moved over to the kitchen area and took out a couple of bottles of water from the fridge, pushing one across the breakfast bar to her and then using his to take his morning round of pills from the bottles beside the microwave. As he swallowed, he looked at her closely again. "Are you a lesbian?" he found himself asking as he tried to figure her comment out.
Gabrielle watched him, realising it was the first time she'd actually seen him take the pills. "What? Fuck off. Not having sex doesn't make me a lesbian. Not all female coppers are lebsians. I'm perfectly straight, thank you. I like cock, just like yours. I mean you. Just like you. Do." She rubbed her fingers against her forehead at the slip up and turned around to take in the flat for the first time. She'd been too distracted by his boxer-briefs earlier to notice. "Fuck, how'd you manage to score a place like this?"
Stuart watched her for a few more moments, blinking. Then he gestured to her with the pill bottle, a smirk forming on his lips. "You are primed today. Did a dog piss on your foot outside or something? You dinnae have to give me the non-straight copper speech, you know. I actually live it. I'm down with it." He glanced around. "I lived with my brother in Edinburgh, rent-free. I can afford it. Are you alright? Did I do something else to piss you off?"
Gee shook her head as she pushed her fingers through her hair and turned back to face him. Her blue eyes narrowed slightly like she was formulating a plan in her mind and she moved closer to Stuart so the breakfast bar wasn't between them. "You haven't pissed me off. I'm just... I think I need to get rid of this tension."
Stuart held up his hands in surrender, the pills clicking against the side of the bottle. "Hey, I cannae help that you dinnae like me as much as Matt likes Ronnie. And I'm sorry that you thought I was a wiz Nazi in the loos and that I cut our drink short last night, but I knocked the bloke over in front of about thirty people. I think I busted his mobile. He offered to buy me a drink, but I offered in return so I could make it up to him. It just... happened. It's kinda how it goes down when blokes are on the pull. Isnae much romance involved, just lots of cock. I didnae mean to offend you or create more tension. I'm sorry, I am. And I'm sorry if it's true that you havenae been fucked in years, and I dinnae mean this to sounds as blunt as it is going to come out, but years? And you thought I was the weirdo for needing to pee a lot? That's why I asked if you were a lesbian, because I'm nay sure I can buy a chick who looks like you wouldnae have blokes after her on some level."
Gee was still moving in closer until she had Stuart pinned between her and the counter. "I wanted to focus on my job, and I wanted to try and be dedicated because it's bullshit that it's still not hard for a woman to get ahead. It's still a man's job, just some of us are able to keep up. I didn't want distractions. I didn't want to be that girl that wound up shagging all the uniforms. Not everything is about sex. Not everyone needs sex. Some of us get so used to not having it, we don't even think about it. Until it opens the door in supremely tight boxers." She leaned in to kiss him hard, her hand going to the back of his neck as she kissed him deeply. "I don't want you," she panted as she broke the kiss. "Just so we're clear. This isn't an awkward partner moment because like I said, it's about working out the tension. And sometimes the best way to work it out is to shag it out. I don't think you're a pee Nazi, and I'm sorry you think I hate you, because I don't. And I am just really horny right now, and it's just a quick thing, okay? You can go back to your aggressive cocks after. I won't even... You smell really good."
Stuart wriggled out of her grip and put the breakfast bar back between them. "Wait." He set the pill bottle down and splayed his palms out on the counter. "You havenae had sex in years, yet you're coming onto me like a bitch in heat? I'm nay buying the years thing, just so you know. I think you're exaggerating, and I can tell you that because you just tried to stick your tongue down my throat and partners share everything right? And also? You dinnae want me, but you're coming onto me like a bitch in heat! How is this going to relieve tension and nay create it? Why would I even want to do you after a speech like that? I should just tell you to bugger off. Way to go to make me really feel like you dinnae like me. And you know what? Balls to the woman climbing the career ladder shite. You arenae going to make me feel like you have worked harder to get here than I have!" He really, really couldn't work her out now. He was willing to concede the misunderstanding about the bathroom thing, but this? If a bloke copper tried this on, he might have decked them by now. If she wanted to shag him, she had to give him more than 'I don't want you, it's nothing'.
"Years can count as a couple! It's still a legitimate use of the plural. And I'm not a bitch on heat. I just... Would you rather we punched each other? I don't hate you, Stuart! I like you a lot, actually. And I was starting to enjoy spending time with you last night, but if you wound up on the pull that's fine, and I get it. I didn't know you liked guys but now I do. I didn't know you had an infection, but I do now. I didn't know you could afford somewhere like that, but I do now. See? We're getting to know each other. Also didn't know you were packing nearly ten inches, but now I do." She licked her lips and sunk down onto a stool as she put her head in her hands. "This is also the part where you figure out why I don't go out on the pull. I leave it too long, and then I can't do anything by halves."
"Possible infection, and I swing both ways," Stuart had to corrected and rubbed a hand over his face. "I dinnae get why you leave it at all. Everyone needs sex, so I'm nay buying that argument either. When you dinnae get it, that's when you do things like try to hump your work partner. But okay, clean slate here. You really think us fucking is going to put us in a better place? Really? Sure you arenae worried I'm gonna piss on you in bed?" he couldn't help adding, trying to stifle a laugh.
Gee looked at him, her head still resting in her hands. "You're laughing at me," she murmured. Her lips twitched, and she seriously fought hard to keep from smiling but in the end she lost. She picked up a grape from his fruit bowl and threw it at him. "Thanks a lot, partner."
"And you thought I had a bug up my butt?" Stuart sniggered, catching the grape and placing it neatly down on the breakfast bar. He picked up his water for another drink and stretched as he swallowed down about half of the bottle. "So, we're at a crossroads here. What to do about it?" he asked with a smirk as he recapped the water.
Gabrielle tilted her head. "What's the crossroads? We're doomed to a perpetual awkwardness and you'll forever think of me as a bitch on heat. And I never said you had a bug up your arse! Your words, not mine."
"You thought I was the next Columbo and told Matt as much," Stuart reminded her, raising his eyebrows. "And just so you know, if I really did think you were a bitch on heat, I would have been fucking you up against the wall by now, nay questions asked."
Her eyebrows shot up. "What?! Why would you fuck me like that, and not like... this?"
Stuart leant against the counter. "Because you're my partner. I respect you. I didnae want you to make any mistakes without knowing what you were doing. And I was worried you'd maybe gone a wee bit mental. You havenae exactly showed any interest in me until now," he pointed out to her. "If we slept together, there isnae really any just putting it out of our minds. We're always going to have a sexual history then."
"But if I was a bitch on heat you wouldn't mind the sexual history?" Gee was staring at him, still trying to figure out what he was saying. "I mean, don't get me wrong. That's awfully sweet that you respect me and we're partners. And I haven't gone mental. Much..." She leaned forward, her cleavage showing as she rest against the top of the counter. "I need to get laid, Evans. We also need to just get a clean fucking slate happening so we don't think each other are mental because we need to have each other's backs. We need to know each other and get close. We're not Ronnie and Matt. I don't think a few wise words and several pints are going to fix this just yet."
Stuart let his eyes fall closed and he tipped his face up towards the ceiling as he let out a heavy breath. "I'm starting to wonder if there is ever anything I'll say you'll just understand, nay questions asked," he admitted and then looked back at her. He waved his hand. "And I already checked your tits out first week we worked together. I'm just very subtle. I already said I dinnae think you're a bitch on heat, so your question is pointless. And I go back to my question before that you didnae answer. You really think us fucking is going to put us in a better place?"
Gee retreated back to her stool, and threw her hands up in surrender. "Yeah, I do, actually. And maybe I just can't stop asking questions because I'm all distracted by your bare chest and boxer-briefs. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. This has all been some big cock up."
Stuart pressed his fingers to his lips as he started to laugh again. He held up his hand. "Sorry, I have a sick sense of humour. You didnae want me to answer the door naked, did you?" He threw his arms out. "Like what you see, huh? Let me just ask one thing. Why didnae you ever sleep with Devlin?"
Gee nodded, her gaze slipping down. "Yeah, naked... Wait, what? Devlin?" She ruffled her hair, and let out a nervous laugh. "Um, because we were mates. I just never wanted him like that. I looked up to him."
Stuart couldn't deny he was enjoying this. "I'm fighting the urge to eff with you and act offended that you dinnae look up to me. I'll spare you," he teased, biting down on his lip to try and stop him bursting out laughing. "Game plan. What happens if fucking makes things worse between us?"
"Stuart, darling, sweetie, partner, I've just met you. I haven't had time to look up to you." She leaned across the counter again and hooked her fingers into the front of his boxers. "But I can look up to you while I'm down on my knees sucking your dick if you really want. And if it makes it worse then you have free reign to cover me in magic marker and ask for a new partner."
Stuart looked down, the way she had pulled the elastic out, she only had to tug down just a little further and she would cop an eyeful of his ten inches. "As tempting as the blow job sounds, let's nay do that. We'll keep this on an even keel. Sex, one time, to relieve the tension," he finally agreed.
"Kissing in or out?" Gee asked, and tugged the elastic down that little bit further. She couldn't resist. He was right there, and she definitely wanted to an eyeful of what the Scot was hiding. "That Highlands air really does do you blokes good, doesn't it? That suit last night was one lucky man."
Stuart wet his lips and smirked at her again. "Lowlands. Was born and bred in Edinburgh," he corrected. "That suit last night was Thomas Hunt," he told her, tilting his head with interest as he couldn't help but think back over just exactly what he did with Thomas and there was no stopping his cock reacting to it.
Gee's eyebrow arched up as she caught the reaction after Stuart mentioned his name. "Seems as if Mr Hunt is better than viagra. And I stand corrected. Lowlands. Either way, they really know how to breed them in Scotland. Are you going to see him again?"
Stuart had to reach down to readjust himself and shrugged. "Who knows? I've had a lot of one night stands in my time. Not many of them happen a second time," he admitted. "Less mess that way."
Gabrielle gave a nod, and let go of his boxers so she could circle around the breakfast bar again. "So... come here often?"
"Right here?" Stuart shook his head, tapping his fingers on the counter. "I dinnae shoot where I eat." His eyes were on hers as she approached him, and he was actually quite amused that after everything, they were actually just going to jump into bed for a quick roll as a tension reliever. He hoped it work, and didn't fuck everything up even more. The thing was, it certainly couldn't hurt. They'd had their wires crossed from day one, so at the very least, they would walk away with a good lay, right?
Gabrielle was seriously hoping the plan would work. It definitely couldn't hurt, right? They were consenting adults, they knew what what this was. It wasn't the start of some secret affair. It wasn't trying to make their partnership into something more. It really was just a tension reliever. A fix for all the stupid misunderstandings. And Stuart could think she was bullshitting all she wanted, but Gee knew she hadn't had sex in ages. And he really did look hot in those boxer-briefs. She slipped her arms around him, her hands slipping down into the back of his underwear to give his arse a squeeze. "Then you better show me where, Evans."
Stuart leaned in and captured her lips with his in a kiss that showed he really wasn't foreign to the casual sex thing. He also wasn't a hooker. He liked kissing, a lot. So long as his cock was wrapped, kissing was fine. There was an inevitable fight for dominance in the kiss, but Stuart got the feeling she wouldn't mind him leading the way a bit. It was about the breaking the tension. It wasn't going to hurt if he showed her what he was capable of. The only thing he was curious about was the whole one-off thing. He knew more than a handful of partners who helped each other out in the stress relief side of things when there was otherwise a drought. She was hot, and it was going to be interesting to see if they really could just leave it at one shag and be done with it.
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