Another Day, Another Dollar

[brettdawson]

"I love wrestlin'."

Oh yes. His smile grew, so wide, so mischievous. "Really? Wow, we have so much in common, I do too!" His voice was a mix between a joke and an invitation. He would definitely wrestle with her. He'd take her on any day any time. Preferably right now. His lust had not diminished in the least. He had the urge to touch her again, to make her give him that sultry gaze. He could, but he had to keep her waiting, wanting. That playful nudge of her foot got him biting his lip and shaking his head. It was hard to hold back his urges.

He answered her second comment, "I don't know, that wrestling match just might go into overtime." He was idly playing with her card before, half way through his sentence, meeting her eyes with a confident look. "Who knows? It might just take all night." He had no troubles saying this. He could definitely live up to it. His claims could easily be put into action. Brett was already looking forward to tomorrow.

He then leaned forward as well, meeting her gaze easily with his cocky attitude. He glanced down quickly at her open cleavage, unable to deny himself that look. "Do you think you could handle an all-nighter?" He said it as if they were talking about some simple movie night with friends. His real meaning, he was sure, she could pick up with ease. He took a glance around, not seeing any people near-by, before his fingers latched onto a strand of her golden hair. He twisted it softly, curling it on his finger and noting it's softness. His actions were getting riskier by the second. He had to allow himself this simple vice. She did have pretty hair, that was the third thing he noticed about her. First and second were here body and boobs, obviously. He let the lock go quickly, looking as if nothing happened.

Brett had many feelings about tomorrow. He had some sort of instinct that this was not going to be a one time thing. Normally, his were. He tried them and was done. If they were really good he would call them back for another round. Gina got him wanting her right now. He could wait until the day he hung out with most girls. But he wasn't too sure if he'd be able to last another five minutes with her. He'd want to jump her right here and now. He took off his jacket now, too hot to wear it. It allowed her to see just how strong he was too. Which he never held back. He worked out practically every day. It was one of his devices, one he didn't always need. Of course he didn't take his jacket off just for her, but it was an extra perk if she noticed.

"I can hardly wait." His eyes sparkled with the slightest hint of his lust as his smirk grew back. His expression was smooth although he was anxious. His urges were outrageous. His hands itched to touch her body, to strip her down. His body yearned to be pressed to hers, in any way possible. But mostly, simply, his lips wanted the feel of hers. That was strange. Normally he wanted the more sexual pleasantries over the more personal ones. What was she doing to him?

[GINA FAYE]

"I don't know, that wrestling match just might go into overtime." Gina smiled wider, watching as Brett's eyes came back to hers. "Who knows? It might just take all night." She hoped with every bone in her body that it would. He leaned forward and she couldn't help the sultry gaze that came to her eyes as she watched him do so, never taking her eyes off his. She saw how his eyes darted down her shirt, but it didn't bother her. In fact, it kind of turned her on. "Do you think you could handle an all-nighter?" Gina gave a playful shrug, nodding her head. "For you, I think I could," she drawled casually, giving him a smile.

What he did next surprised her. His hand came to her hair and he curled a lock of her hair over his finger. For the first time she noticed he had nice hands. They were big and looked calloused, and she wanted them all over her. She stared at him with wide eyes, unsure how to react to this when there was such a distinct possibility of them getting caught. The slightest hint of pink flushed her cheeks, an instinctive reaction that she didn't invite, and she felt her heart give a hard throb. Thankfully, his hand moved away quickly, and she let her eyes glance around nervously before she shot him a smile. He was slipping his jacket off, and she let herself appraise the body moving below his clothes. He was fit, which she liked a lot. There was nothing better than having a guy who could pick her up and put her against a wall. Brett could definitely do that from the look of his arms. It was getting unbearable waiting.

"I can hardly wait." The pun was not lost on her and she laughed lightly. It was too much. She wanted to feel his hands on her, she wanted to claw at him as she lost herself in ecstasy. Fuck, she just wanted to kiss him. Her impulses were too much right now, knowing the full moon was near, and she had to satisfy this irresistible urge, if only a little bit. "Neither can I," she said softly. She got to her feet with a sigh, running a hand through her shoulder-length hair. "Would you mind takin' a little walk with me? I just have some ideas about that case," she said, giving him a lustful look that contradicted her words. She didn't want him to say anything but, "Okay." When she was certain he would follow her, she threw a smile over his shoulder as she strutted quickly towards the quiet bunk room. It was there just in case someone needed to be on call at the station or worked a case too late into the evening. In Scriptor Bay, she assumed it hardly got used, particularly in the day.

When they reached the room, she peeked in and felt a surge of gratification that there was no one in there. Thank God! With an excited smile, she yanked Brett into the room and shut the door behind them, locking it. Immediately she turned and brought Brett's face down to hers, her lips colliding with his. A soft moan of relief moved through her, and she leaned her back against the door as she buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him with her. It didn't take long for her tongue to dart out and wrap around his tongue, her body arching up to press against his seductively. She was shocked at how much she was lusting after him with just the touch of his lips. A whimper escaped her as one arm held tight around his shoulders, her hand clenching into a fist on his shirt. This was hot.

[brettdawson]

Yes. Fuck yes. Brett could not be happier when he heard her say, "Would you mind takin' a little walk with me?" His expression stayed cool, though, only the excited glint in his eye and his overly-cocky smirk gave him away slightly. He carried his jacket waist-length for cover up as he followed her. His lust almost boiling over before he reached the bunk room she was clearly heading towards. Smart. That place would be deserted during the day.

He was genuinely surprised when she yanked him in, that turned him on even more. At this point, he didn't give a fuck if anyone saw. He was ready when her lips met his, his throat making the same noise in a deeper pitch. It was agony up to this point to keep away from her. He absolutely loved the feel of her fingers gripped in his hair, and his hands found her curves. He was slowly feeling down her body as they pressed against the door. The kiss getting hotter with every second that passed. His tongue easily wrestled with hers. Every noise she made turned him on more and more. Her grip pushed his limits. His hands lifted her into a straddle, forcing her against the door roughly now. His body was pressed to hers, allowing them absolutely no space. His hands slid from her thighs, fingers running along her inner thighs, slowly towards her ass. His lust wasn't relieved just yet. It was only growing, her taste addicting.

Brett wanted to get carried away.

He dragged her off the door to find one of the beds in the bunk room, luckily they weren't bunk beds. He fell back onto the blankets, having her straddling his waist. Their lips kept meshing non-stop, the make out was raging with lust. His control kept him from stripping her naked, but that's about it. He allowed his hands to wander under her shirt, feeling her bare skin. They slid up her back where he teasingly snapped her bra strap. His urges began to grow wildly, barely able to contain them around her. She was irresistible... Something he has never found in a woman yet.

[GINA FAYE]

Gina moaned her approval as Brett lifted her and pressed her to the door roughly. She didn't care if anyone heard or what her reputation would be if they were caught. This was all she needed in that moment. Her mouth worked against his relentlessly as his hands explored her thighs, making her shudder. She let out a sigh through her nose, never pulling away from him. His body on hers, his hands, his mouth, the moan still echoing in her ears, they were all so intoxicating. Gina was letting herself get carried away, desperate for some relief. Part of her was screaming that she had to wait until the next night, but another part of her just needed this so much.

He pulled her off the door, and she let her fingers graze along his scalp with desire. She let out soft, satisfied breaths between their kisses, her arms linked tight around his shoulders he wasn't going anywhere for a good minute. He laid down on a bed and she straddled him, her hands smoothing down his chest immediately. His body felt stunning. She wanted to see it, feel it. Her hands pulled his shirt out of his pants, letting her soft hands wander underneath. A moan shuddered through her as she felt the rippled muscles beneath her palms. God, he was so fucking hot.

His hands returned the favor, feeling up her shirt, and she gave another low, soft moan. Her tongue was working against his furiously, forgetting where they were. Brett was hot and she needed this. He was getting her more worked up with just his rough hands on her body than she could remember getting in a long while. It was intense and it made her heart race. Lust didn't describe what she felt anymore. It was pure, unadulterated need. The snap of her bra strap made her giggle against his mouth. She kissed him hard, her teeth just barely grazing his lips, and her hands moved back down his chest and abs. It was hard to breathe with her desperation.

Her mouth pulled away from his long enough for her to whisper against his mouth, "Fuck, you're hot." With a needy moan, she kissed him again, her hands moving from his torso to his face, holding him there. It was such a shame she had to end it. With a sharp intake of breath, she sat up, running her hands through her hair as she looked down at him. He looked so good beneath her like that. She exhaled slowly, letting her fingers tickle up his abs with a wicked grin. "I can hardly wait for tomorrow," she teased. She leaned back down over him, kissing him again roughly. Then she slid off him, adjusting herself once she got to her feet. "But I've got some work I gotta do now," she sighed, her smile playful. "This was fun, though." She gave a playful giggle, watching him with her flirtatious grin.

[brettdawson]

His conscious was gone. All he could think about was her. All he wanted was to take her right now, in this room, in as many ways possible. He loved when she felt his body. He knew he was ripped but loved when a girl could appreciate it too. He wasn't sexy just for himself was he? Clearly she was enjoying his body, which only made him want her more. His lips moved so roughly, and his tongue so hotly, with hers. Yet it was perfect, they were in some sexy harmony. Brett could feel, just tell, how much she wanted him. And he couldn't deny his need either. It wasn't anything he had ever felt before... and he has felt many feelings. When she felt back down his body a long, sexual grunt escaped him. God, she turned him on so high. He couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. She'd have to drag herself off of him.

"Fuck, you're hot."

That moan of hers almost pulled him over the edge. His lower body leaned into hers, needing, wanting, hoping. As her hands locked their lips and tongues together, his pressed their bodies close. He was shocked to feel and see her body move away from his. He was breathing hard, heavy, still itching for more. That teasing little tickle and her words made him groan childishly. Her rough kiss was answered eagerly, he had to grip his hair and yank at it lightly to hold himself back from getting more. Brett sadly allowed her to get off of him but he didn't keep his eyes off of her. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, readying himself. "This was fun, though." His smirk returned and he answered, "If you thought this was fun, just wait until we really get going, babe." He checked her out slowly, his eyes moving up her body with pure desire.

He stood up suddenly his hands against her back and forcing her body against his. His lips grazed hers lightly, barely, softly as he spoke next in a barely audible, but sexy, whisper, "You wont be able to stop yourself tomorrow night, no matter what the excuse." His body left hers after a simple, soft peck. He strode past her before remembering what he probably looked like. He smoothed down his hair and managed to tuck in his shirt once more, he picked up his jacket, once again holding it at waist length to cover up his excited friend. His hand was on the knob, with it already unlocked, as he glanced at her with an amused smirk, "Ready?"

[GINA FAYE]

"If you thought this was fun, just wait until we really get going, babe." Gina grinned at Brett sitting on the bed, disheveled and quite obviously still excited. She approved of what he was packing and his appraised look. God had definitely smiled down on her with this one. Just as she was about to make her way to the door, Brett got to his feet and pulled her to him, making her let out a small gasp. His mouth approached hers, and she instinctively put her hands on his chest. It was hard enough to pull away the first time! She knew if he kissed her again, she would be forced to fuck his brains out right here in the precinct. Instead, his lips hovered over hers, making her heart race. "You won't be able to stop yourself tomorrow night, no matter what the excuse." No, sir, she thought, her hands balling into fists on his shirt. He was exactly what she needed.

He kissed her softly, which made her smile more against his mouth. Tease. She had started this little game, though, by getting off him. She released him, sighing as she ran her hands through her hair again. Her hands smoothed over her shirt and her pants, dismissing any signs of what they had just done. Gina was not the precinct bicycle, and she wouldn't make herself out to be. She wanted Brett and the other men to know that the only reason she made an exception with him was because he was an exceptional specimen. Her eyes moved to him as he rearranged himself, and she smiled as she bit her lip. Tomorrow night would be one to remember, she could tell. "You ready?" Gina made her way over to the door with a quick, sexy strut. When she reached it, she reached up and pulled his head down, kissing him again roughly. She enjoyed his lips a little too much. Her tongue slipped against his briefly, threatening to pull him back to the bed, her hands slipping down his back. She forced herself to pull away, though, smirking, and she gave him a playful squeeze on his ass. "Ready," she piped cheerfully.

She opened the door and strutted out to the hallway, throwing him a playful, scintillating look over her shoulder. There was no one around, so she could still be a flirty, but she quickly turned back around to make her way back to her desk. She had to get back down to the menial tasks at hand, if only to distract herself from boning Brett immediately. It would be a challenge to wait until tomorrow.

[brettdawson]

He eyed her suggestive walk, loving the way her hips moved with it. His arm naturally sliding behind her back when she got close. He was surprised but eager to kiss her back. It was pretty much torture when her tongue grazed his. A bright smirk found his expression when she grabbed his ass, she was too much. Brett grunted in need when she pulled away, and he looked after her almost hungrily. "Ready." He leaned against the door frame with one arm as he watched her walk away, the seducing look she gave him left him a little dazed.

He waited until she was out of sight to make his way back to his desk, scooping up his papers and her card on the way pass her desk. He smiled almost mischievously back at her before disappearing behind a corner. He didn't know what it was, but there was something different about this girl. Brett would want to come back for more, and that was uncommon. It unsettled him a bit. Was he changing? He thought about August and the revelation he got from it. Did he act any differently? He sure did feel different. But for some reason he knew it was Gina who did this to him. Purely her.

As he got back to his desk he sighed, content with life. Damn he was feeling on top of the world! He sat back on his chair, feet up on his desk and hands behind his head. He forgot work and just let his arrogance soak in. Was he a beast or what?

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