CI Fic: Lunch
Title: Lunch
Fandom: Law & Order: CI
Character(s): James Deakins (w/ Alexandra Eames)
20_est_relships Prompt: 12. Anniversary
25_crimes Set/Theme: CI/25. Intent
100moods Prompt: 094. Thankful
au100 Promp: 001. Beginnings
fanfic100 Prompt: 057. Lunch
lover100 Table/Prompt: B/043. Opportunity
over_look Set/Prompt: II/04. Precious
philosophy_20 Prompt: 13. Love Beyond Desire
psych_30 Prompt: 25. Placebo Effect
smut_69 Prompt: 21. Kiss
31_days Day/Theme: August 26: Someone’s world destroys itself for love
Word Count: 2550
Rating: NC-17/MA/FRAO
Summary: He'd been retired for eight months.
Warnings: You know, I don't think there are any real warning here.
Author's Notes: A long ago given and finally answered challenge for mina_kat9.
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It hadn't really been an accident, although that was what he would tell her if anyone else asked him. He had asked to have lunch with her on the very real chance that he might be able to finally make his feelings known.
He had been 'retired' for eight months and in that time he had watched his marriage finish its slow disintegration. He was planning on getting a new job, but he just was not doing it fast enough for Angie. They had, though, managed to come up with something that resembled an amiable separation and a custody agreement that worked for everyone. As part of that deal, he did not move far from the house they had all shared, which allowed him to have the girls for two weeks out of every four.
He had just dropped the girls off at the house when he decided that he might as well call and see what Alex was up to. He hadn't talked to her in more than a month and even then, his marriage was a topic that was very much off limits. Despite a few one night stands the first year she was at MCS, they had remained friends and he felt guilty for cutting her out of that aspect of his life, for however short a time it was.
She agreed quickly to meeting him for lunch the next day. He told her he would pick her up from One PP at one, that he had other business to see to there anyway. He even went so far as to threaten Goren, through her, should he feel that work was more important than their lunch.
Jimmy had done a very good job of keeping up with the goings on in his old squad and he knew, before he went up to get her, that they had no active case that afternoon. As he made his way to her desk, he stopped and talked with everyone that he recognized. It took him fifteen minutes to cross the bullpen and he could feel her eyes on him the entire time.
Without a word past 'hi', he whisked her from the building and down to his car. He took her to a funky little Japanese restaurant, a place where the booths that lined the walls were blocked off from clear view by curtains. He had reserved them one of those booths and couldn't help but laugh as she gave him a raised eyebrow as the waiter closed those curtains.
Their lunch was some of the best sushi the City had to offer. Through the meal, she drank hot tea and he drank sake. When she asked after that, he just shrugged and told her he always drank sake with his sushi. He left out the part where it was usually only one or two shots and that he was working up his courage.
She was startled when he set his cup down and reached for her hand. He held it, palm up, and rubbed his thumb over the smooth skin. He watched the goose bumps rise on her arm and looked up to give her a shy smile. Rather then speaking, he leaned over and gave her a very light kiss. The look of surprise and confusion that crossed her face was enough to make him pull back.
She took his left hand, her fingers going to the place where his wedding ring had lived for the entire time she'd known him. Her fingers rubbed over unadorned flesh and she looked down in surprise. She did not ask any questions, though, and instead leaned toward him and kissed him much harder than he had kissed her.
With a few moments, she was half in his lap, whispering against his lips. Expecting to be the one confessing, all he could do was smile as she told him how hard it had been, not touching him or staring for too long. She told him how hard it had been not having him in the office and how she had fought off, time and again, the temptation to call him and beg.
After her confession, his came much more easily and ended in a whispered request that she take the rest of the afternoon off. He did not have to ask twice and, for once, he didn't have to worry who knew. Everyone had seen her walk out with him, so there would be little point in denying anything, if asked.
They went back to her place and were barely inside the door before he was tugging at her clothes and she at his. They were both mostly naked before reaching the couch. He never imagined that the first time they made love in her apartment it would happen on the couch, but he was not about to stop them.
Clad only in her bra, she climbed into his lap and straddled him. Sinking slowly down on his cock, she let her head drop back and moaned loudly. He leaned forward, kissing up her exposed throat as his hands slid around to her ass. He squeezed her firm cheeks as he reached her chin with his lips. She fell forward and kissed him passionately, her tongue thrusting against his lips, as she started to ride him.
That first coupling was almost frantic in its need, years of teasing and friendship culminating in the first orgasm either of them had experienced in months. She came first, moaning into his mouth as her fingers tugged roughly at his year. He followed her, a few minutes later, her name tumbling from his lips as a groan before he pressed his head against her neck to whimper.
Neither of them moved until he had gone completely soft and slipped from inside her. When she climbed from his lap, she took his hand and drug him back to the bedroom. Her bra disappeared along the way and they were both naked when they slid into her bed.
He held her against his chest, letting his fingers play over her back, as he told her about the twists and turns his life had taken. She chided him for not keeping her better in the loop, to which he pointed out that this would have been much more difficult if he had. There was nothing there she could argue with, so she kissed him and slid her hand down to his hip, then across to his crotch.
It took a little coaxing, but he started to stiffen as she played with him. Through his groan, he smiled and managed to whisper that she could do whatever she wanted to him. She took that to heart and closed her lips around the head of his cock. Watching his face, she started to suck at him, getting him completely hard and begging.
She released his erection with a grin and laid down next to him. Whispering and tugging at him, she got him rolled over and on top of her. He teased her for a few moments, rubbing his head against her clit, before giving in and entering her.
This second joining was less frantic, both of them taking their time to explore each other. Already worked up, he came first this time, whispering her name into her hair. After he was empty, he continued to rock against her, grinding his pelvis against her clit, wanting her to get off, too. Her climax came as a shout, her body arching up into his as her muscles clamped around his semi-flaccid cock.
Once she had settled, he stayed atop her, whispering in her ear. He told her that he wanted to see her again, he told her he didn't care who knew. He wanted her to come to the apartment, stay the weekend, have dinner with him. All the things he'd wished he could say before he said now. She agreed to everything, then made him promise they would take things slow and be sure.
He went home, back to his empty apartment, a few hours later. He wandered around, picking up, as he thought about what had happened. He had no regrets and no doubts, but he wondered if things were the same for her. Before he'd left her place, he's promised to give her a few days to think but that she could call or e-mail him anytime.
She called him two days later and asked what he was doing. Having been asleep on the couch, he looked around before chuckling and informing her that he had been plotting world domination. At her laugh, he asked if she was interested in helping. She demurred and said she wanted dinner. And he was cooking it, at his apartment, that night.
When she knocked at the door, he was just putting the fish into the oven. He hurried to answer the door and smiled when he saw her. She was not in work attire, dressed instead in a dark blue dress with her hair down. She had also put on just a touch of make-up. Just as he was about to compliment her, she started laughing. He glanced down and saw that he was still wearing his apron. A gift from his youngest a few years back, the apron proclaimed him the Daddio of the Patio.
He shrugged off the embarrassment and invited her in. After taking off the apron, he lead her through the apartment, giving her the grand tour. When they reached his bedroom, he pressed her against the door frame and kissed her tenderly. She returned the kiss with a smile, then reminded him that she was hungry.
He bit back his retort and led her into the kitchen. He put his apron back on and poured her a glass of wine before finishing up the cooking. Through the meal, they talked about the mundane, her work and his job hunt. To make it feel like an actual date, he'd rented Casablanca and managed to convince her to watch it with him.
They sat on the couch, a bottle of wine and two glasses on the coffee table. She was curled against his side, her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. They got most of the way through the movie before the wine and mutual desire got the best of them. They'd both seen it a hundred times, so the distraction was not unwanted.
After kissing and teasing each other through the end of the movie, he took her hand and stood. He walked her back to the bedroom and closed the door behind them. It was old habit and one he told her he would probably never break after she chuckled at him.
Standing at the side of the bed, he kissed her tenderly, losing himself in it as his hands slid over her back. She started tugging at his shirt, in search of skin. When he finally broke the kiss, he pulled the hem of her dress up and over her head. She was naked underneath and he smiled broadly. Bending forward, he flicked his tongue against each of her nipples before starting to take his own clothes off, with her help.
Once they were both naked, he eased her down into the bed and started kissing her. His lips traveled easily over her skin, tasting her. He started at her neck and worked all the way down to her feet, then back up the inside of her legs. When he reached her pussy, he glanced up at her with an eyebrow raised in question. She nodded quickly, her breath coming in quick pants. She spread her legs wide open for him and he pressed his mouth to her, kissing her as lightly as he had ever kissed her lips.
He spent a long time between her legs, bringing her to orgasm twice before she had to beg him to stop so she could catch her breath. He laid his head on her thigh and let his hands roam as he listened to her soft moans. Once her breathing had slowed, he was back against her, this time with a finger inside her. As she came the third time, she begged him to take her.
He moved up her body and entered her with a happy groan. Her nails scraped over his back as he started to move. Feeling her legs against his sides, he stopped and rolled them both over, so she was on top of him. She straightened and started riding him, her nails scratching along his chest.
Her motions were slow, long thrusts that started at the very tip of his dick and ended in a grind against his hips. Her eyes closed and she ran her hands up her body to her breasts. As she pinched her nipples, she opened her eyes and moaned his name. His hands replaced hers and he started massaging and pulling as her hands moved up into her hair.
Her orgasm snuck up on both of them and she was suddenly clamped and rippling over his cock. Her moans echoed through the still only partially furnished room. With her back arched, her breasts were pressed firmly into his hands and he squeezed harder as he bucked up into her. The rippling seemed to go on forever and he was enjoying every moment of it.
When she settled, resting against his hips for just an instant, she leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Just as her tongue pushed into his mouth, she started moving again. The change in angle brought moans from both of them. His hands moved around to her back and down to her ass, lifting her with each thrust.
His climax came right after her next one, both of them slamming against each other with an almost reckless abandon. They had started out tender and ended up desperate. Deep down, it made him chuckle, they were just like teenagers.
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He sat back in the booth and sipped at his sake. It was their one year anniversary and he'd taken her out for lunch at the same little Japanese place he'd taken her to lunch, all those months ago. He glanced over at her and smiled before leaning over to kiss her. The kiss had just as much passion in it, a year later, as the first time he'd kissed her there.
She scooted closer to him, then shimmied up into his lap. Her arms went around his neck and her head on his shoulder. She whispered her love in his ear, then started telling him all the things she was going to do to him when they got home and before the girls were back from school.
Their lives had merged so easily that he thought it might have all been a dream. The girls accepted her with very few questions and even Angie seemed happy for them, most of the time. Things were not always easy, but they managed to get through each day with little real trouble.
When she finished whispering, he squeezed her leg and kissed her again before finishing his drink. Pressing against her neck, he hugged her tightly and thanked her, for the millionth time, for being part of his and his daughters' lives.
Fandom: Law & Order: CI
Character(s): James Deakins (w/ Alexandra Eames)
20_est_relships Prompt: 12. Anniversary
25_crimes Set/Theme: CI/25. Intent
100moods Prompt: 094. Thankful
au100 Promp: 001. Beginnings
fanfic100 Prompt: 057. Lunch
lover100 Table/Prompt: B/043. Opportunity
over_look Set/Prompt: II/04. Precious
philosophy_20 Prompt: 13. Love Beyond Desire
psych_30 Prompt: 25. Placebo Effect
smut_69 Prompt: 21. Kiss
31_days Day/Theme: August 26: Someone’s world destroys itself for love
Word Count: 2550
Rating: NC-17/MA/FRAO
Summary: He'd been retired for eight months.
Warnings: You know, I don't think there are any real warning here.
Author's Notes: A long ago given and finally answered challenge for mina_kat9.
Tables
It hadn't really been an accident, although that was what he would tell her if anyone else asked him. He had asked to have lunch with her on the very real chance that he might be able to finally make his feelings known.
He had been 'retired' for eight months and in that time he had watched his marriage finish its slow disintegration. He was planning on getting a new job, but he just was not doing it fast enough for Angie. They had, though, managed to come up with something that resembled an amiable separation and a custody agreement that worked for everyone. As part of that deal, he did not move far from the house they had all shared, which allowed him to have the girls for two weeks out of every four.
He had just dropped the girls off at the house when he decided that he might as well call and see what Alex was up to. He hadn't talked to her in more than a month and even then, his marriage was a topic that was very much off limits. Despite a few one night stands the first year she was at MCS, they had remained friends and he felt guilty for cutting her out of that aspect of his life, for however short a time it was.
She agreed quickly to meeting him for lunch the next day. He told her he would pick her up from One PP at one, that he had other business to see to there anyway. He even went so far as to threaten Goren, through her, should he feel that work was more important than their lunch.
Jimmy had done a very good job of keeping up with the goings on in his old squad and he knew, before he went up to get her, that they had no active case that afternoon. As he made his way to her desk, he stopped and talked with everyone that he recognized. It took him fifteen minutes to cross the bullpen and he could feel her eyes on him the entire time.
Without a word past 'hi', he whisked her from the building and down to his car. He took her to a funky little Japanese restaurant, a place where the booths that lined the walls were blocked off from clear view by curtains. He had reserved them one of those booths and couldn't help but laugh as she gave him a raised eyebrow as the waiter closed those curtains.
Their lunch was some of the best sushi the City had to offer. Through the meal, she drank hot tea and he drank sake. When she asked after that, he just shrugged and told her he always drank sake with his sushi. He left out the part where it was usually only one or two shots and that he was working up his courage.
She was startled when he set his cup down and reached for her hand. He held it, palm up, and rubbed his thumb over the smooth skin. He watched the goose bumps rise on her arm and looked up to give her a shy smile. Rather then speaking, he leaned over and gave her a very light kiss. The look of surprise and confusion that crossed her face was enough to make him pull back.
She took his left hand, her fingers going to the place where his wedding ring had lived for the entire time she'd known him. Her fingers rubbed over unadorned flesh and she looked down in surprise. She did not ask any questions, though, and instead leaned toward him and kissed him much harder than he had kissed her.
With a few moments, she was half in his lap, whispering against his lips. Expecting to be the one confessing, all he could do was smile as she told him how hard it had been, not touching him or staring for too long. She told him how hard it had been not having him in the office and how she had fought off, time and again, the temptation to call him and beg.
After her confession, his came much more easily and ended in a whispered request that she take the rest of the afternoon off. He did not have to ask twice and, for once, he didn't have to worry who knew. Everyone had seen her walk out with him, so there would be little point in denying anything, if asked.
They went back to her place and were barely inside the door before he was tugging at her clothes and she at his. They were both mostly naked before reaching the couch. He never imagined that the first time they made love in her apartment it would happen on the couch, but he was not about to stop them.
Clad only in her bra, she climbed into his lap and straddled him. Sinking slowly down on his cock, she let her head drop back and moaned loudly. He leaned forward, kissing up her exposed throat as his hands slid around to her ass. He squeezed her firm cheeks as he reached her chin with his lips. She fell forward and kissed him passionately, her tongue thrusting against his lips, as she started to ride him.
That first coupling was almost frantic in its need, years of teasing and friendship culminating in the first orgasm either of them had experienced in months. She came first, moaning into his mouth as her fingers tugged roughly at his year. He followed her, a few minutes later, her name tumbling from his lips as a groan before he pressed his head against her neck to whimper.
Neither of them moved until he had gone completely soft and slipped from inside her. When she climbed from his lap, she took his hand and drug him back to the bedroom. Her bra disappeared along the way and they were both naked when they slid into her bed.
He held her against his chest, letting his fingers play over her back, as he told her about the twists and turns his life had taken. She chided him for not keeping her better in the loop, to which he pointed out that this would have been much more difficult if he had. There was nothing there she could argue with, so she kissed him and slid her hand down to his hip, then across to his crotch.
It took a little coaxing, but he started to stiffen as she played with him. Through his groan, he smiled and managed to whisper that she could do whatever she wanted to him. She took that to heart and closed her lips around the head of his cock. Watching his face, she started to suck at him, getting him completely hard and begging.
She released his erection with a grin and laid down next to him. Whispering and tugging at him, she got him rolled over and on top of her. He teased her for a few moments, rubbing his head against her clit, before giving in and entering her.
This second joining was less frantic, both of them taking their time to explore each other. Already worked up, he came first this time, whispering her name into her hair. After he was empty, he continued to rock against her, grinding his pelvis against her clit, wanting her to get off, too. Her climax came as a shout, her body arching up into his as her muscles clamped around his semi-flaccid cock.
Once she had settled, he stayed atop her, whispering in her ear. He told her that he wanted to see her again, he told her he didn't care who knew. He wanted her to come to the apartment, stay the weekend, have dinner with him. All the things he'd wished he could say before he said now. She agreed to everything, then made him promise they would take things slow and be sure.
He went home, back to his empty apartment, a few hours later. He wandered around, picking up, as he thought about what had happened. He had no regrets and no doubts, but he wondered if things were the same for her. Before he'd left her place, he's promised to give her a few days to think but that she could call or e-mail him anytime.
She called him two days later and asked what he was doing. Having been asleep on the couch, he looked around before chuckling and informing her that he had been plotting world domination. At her laugh, he asked if she was interested in helping. She demurred and said she wanted dinner. And he was cooking it, at his apartment, that night.
When she knocked at the door, he was just putting the fish into the oven. He hurried to answer the door and smiled when he saw her. She was not in work attire, dressed instead in a dark blue dress with her hair down. She had also put on just a touch of make-up. Just as he was about to compliment her, she started laughing. He glanced down and saw that he was still wearing his apron. A gift from his youngest a few years back, the apron proclaimed him the Daddio of the Patio.
He shrugged off the embarrassment and invited her in. After taking off the apron, he lead her through the apartment, giving her the grand tour. When they reached his bedroom, he pressed her against the door frame and kissed her tenderly. She returned the kiss with a smile, then reminded him that she was hungry.
He bit back his retort and led her into the kitchen. He put his apron back on and poured her a glass of wine before finishing up the cooking. Through the meal, they talked about the mundane, her work and his job hunt. To make it feel like an actual date, he'd rented Casablanca and managed to convince her to watch it with him.
They sat on the couch, a bottle of wine and two glasses on the coffee table. She was curled against his side, her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. They got most of the way through the movie before the wine and mutual desire got the best of them. They'd both seen it a hundred times, so the distraction was not unwanted.
After kissing and teasing each other through the end of the movie, he took her hand and stood. He walked her back to the bedroom and closed the door behind them. It was old habit and one he told her he would probably never break after she chuckled at him.
Standing at the side of the bed, he kissed her tenderly, losing himself in it as his hands slid over her back. She started tugging at his shirt, in search of skin. When he finally broke the kiss, he pulled the hem of her dress up and over her head. She was naked underneath and he smiled broadly. Bending forward, he flicked his tongue against each of her nipples before starting to take his own clothes off, with her help.
Once they were both naked, he eased her down into the bed and started kissing her. His lips traveled easily over her skin, tasting her. He started at her neck and worked all the way down to her feet, then back up the inside of her legs. When he reached her pussy, he glanced up at her with an eyebrow raised in question. She nodded quickly, her breath coming in quick pants. She spread her legs wide open for him and he pressed his mouth to her, kissing her as lightly as he had ever kissed her lips.
He spent a long time between her legs, bringing her to orgasm twice before she had to beg him to stop so she could catch her breath. He laid his head on her thigh and let his hands roam as he listened to her soft moans. Once her breathing had slowed, he was back against her, this time with a finger inside her. As she came the third time, she begged him to take her.
He moved up her body and entered her with a happy groan. Her nails scraped over his back as he started to move. Feeling her legs against his sides, he stopped and rolled them both over, so she was on top of him. She straightened and started riding him, her nails scratching along his chest.
Her motions were slow, long thrusts that started at the very tip of his dick and ended in a grind against his hips. Her eyes closed and she ran her hands up her body to her breasts. As she pinched her nipples, she opened her eyes and moaned his name. His hands replaced hers and he started massaging and pulling as her hands moved up into her hair.
Her orgasm snuck up on both of them and she was suddenly clamped and rippling over his cock. Her moans echoed through the still only partially furnished room. With her back arched, her breasts were pressed firmly into his hands and he squeezed harder as he bucked up into her. The rippling seemed to go on forever and he was enjoying every moment of it.
When she settled, resting against his hips for just an instant, she leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Just as her tongue pushed into his mouth, she started moving again. The change in angle brought moans from both of them. His hands moved around to her back and down to her ass, lifting her with each thrust.
His climax came right after her next one, both of them slamming against each other with an almost reckless abandon. They had started out tender and ended up desperate. Deep down, it made him chuckle, they were just like teenagers.
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He sat back in the booth and sipped at his sake. It was their one year anniversary and he'd taken her out for lunch at the same little Japanese place he'd taken her to lunch, all those months ago. He glanced over at her and smiled before leaning over to kiss her. The kiss had just as much passion in it, a year later, as the first time he'd kissed her there.
She scooted closer to him, then shimmied up into his lap. Her arms went around his neck and her head on his shoulder. She whispered her love in his ear, then started telling him all the things she was going to do to him when they got home and before the girls were back from school.
Their lives had merged so easily that he thought it might have all been a dream. The girls accepted her with very few questions and even Angie seemed happy for them, most of the time. Things were not always easy, but they managed to get through each day with little real trouble.
When she finished whispering, he squeezed her leg and kissed her again before finishing his drink. Pressing against her neck, he hugged her tightly and thanked her, for the millionth time, for being part of his and his daughters' lives.