A/N: Thanks to all who wrote in with their advice. It was heard, and has been followed ;)
Jackson swiped his card on the security sensors at police station, the locks buzzing as they unlocked to provide him access. He’d been woken up around three-thirty, debriefed by Sheriff Stone by four, and had packed up his stuff and dropped off his dog at his sister’s by five. It was just nearing six in the morning as he reached Harbordale, the moon still nestled comfortably in the dark sky.
“Officer Robbie Graydon,” a young, sleep deprived officer of about thirty-something greeted Jackson the moment he opened the door. “Hope the drive over wasn’t too bad, Detective Jackson.”
“Was fine,” he responded gruffly. His actual name was Detective Jackson Fapper, but he’d dropped his last name the moment he’d gotten a chance. Fapper didn’t translate well in any language, especially in the one in which it was related to a well-known hand movement typically performed by the right hand. Easy to say, it hadn’t given him much street cred when he’d first started out, and had fared worse in his early days during school. “Could you take me to my office?”
“Of course,” Robbie handed him a steaming fresh Styrofoam cup of coffee, and walked him down the hall. The station was pretty dead and quiet, save for one or two offices that were lit up by a sole table-lamp and the dull light of a desktop computer. His footsteps echoed on the laminate floors, filling the silence. “Sheriff Stone told me that he’d filled you in on all the details and prepared a briefing for you on the case so far?”
“Yes, he has,” he wanted to meet the sheriff as well. The first 24 hours of the case were the most important, and even though by law, Harbordale had to call in a detective from Newcastle since they didn’t have their own homicide department, Jackson couldn’t do shit without Stone. This was Stone’s space, his territory. He knew the people, what made them tick, what made them gnaw. Jackson was the policy and procedure, but Stone was everything else in between.
Robbie showed him into a dingy little office with no windows, a small desk, and even smaller shelf space. Jackson snorted, but said nothing of it. He was used to small town police stations. This was one of the better ones. “Let us know if you need anything, sir.”
“Yeah, one thing,” Jackson dropped his briefcase onto the desk and eased his one bag, packed with clothes, onto the chair. “When’s your sheriff get in?”
“Uh…” Robbie glanced at his watch, “Usually gets in around eight. Want me to call him in earlier for you?”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll give him a call myself.”
He needed to get settled in, and look over the file that Stone had prepared. And then, it was time to get started.
x.x
“Hunter. I’ve been ready since you walked through those doors this morning,” She murmured into his ear, the smell of him filling her as she breathed him in. She felt him go very still under her hands, and her own face was so flushed that all she felt was hot and heat and heady all over. Her body was buzzing, as if shrilling from his closeness.
To her own surprise, she pressed her lips against his neck, savoring the way his scruff rubbed against her soft lips. The small action gave her courage, and she moved her mouth closer to his jaw. She could her his ragged breaths, and it was like fucking music to her ears.
When she reached his lips, she caught a glimpse of the look in his eyes and she felt her heart pound.
He was ready to devour her.
Hunter’s hand was at the back of her neck then, easing her closer. Anticipation rang through her hotly. Urgency drenched the air around them, but he was taking it slow. Taking his time, savoring every fucking millisecond of her being so close. Lips parted, her lips grazed his tentatively.
It was as if neither of them were breathing.
She pressed her lips more firmly against his then, moving against him.
“Fuck,” was all he said hoarsely before crushing her lips against his. The need, hunger and urgency came crashing down around them and whatever tentativeness that had been held in place was gone within seconds. In its place was a desperate wanting, of skin on skin and flesh on flesh. His tongue was hot against hers, and there was nothing gentle about the way he bit her bottom lip. It was as if he was marking her, wanting her lips to be swollen and pouted from his mouth.
She didn’t know when he moved, but one moment she was sitting on him and the next, he had picked her up and was pushing her against the table behind her. He hastily pushed aside the papers, pens and whatnot off the table and the sound of them cluttering to the ground was background noise. Papers fell, folders clumsily fell open onto the ground and god knows what rolled down the kitchen floor. Her back pressed against the hard table, and she gasped as he leaned over and began to trail kisses hastily down her chest. He didn’t remove her shirt, but shit. All she wanted was for that mouth to be on her skin. She almost groaned in agony as he left her shirt on.
But when she realized where he was headed, her stomach clenched. His hands were working on the waist tie of her pajama shorts and they were off within seconds.
He paused to take in the sight, and she bit her lip, cringing as she remembered. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl wearing panties covered with cartoon burgers and milkshakes,” he gave a dry laugh, and she gave him a playful glare.
“You have a problem with them?”
“Not at all. However, I’m still going to have to take them off,” he smirked before pulling down the waistband of her underwear, making her forget whatever witty comeback that had formed on her tongue.
He leaned down in front of her, pushing open her legs. A small kiss on the inside of her thigh.
Another kiss on her hip bone.
She was so wet, it was embarrassing.
She didn’t have time to even register the shyness she felt. His firm hands held apart her legs, levied them against his shoulders. His tongue found her clit, and a slight moan escaped her lips.
She could almost feel his smirk. That smug bastard.
He didn’t go light on her. There was no easing into it. After one initial light, teasing kiss, he had her writhing, moaning and grinding herself against him. He’d go slow, and then suck, and then lick lightly before pressing hard. Within minutes, a burning, hot, knot had begun to coil in her lower abdomen, and she bit her lip. She knew what that feeling was. Fuck.
“If you keep doing that,” she took a barely-leveled breath “I’m going to come.”
“Good,” his response was guttural and she arched her back as he went back, this time pushing a
finger inside of her as he focused on her clit. “I’m not stopping until you do.”
It was all too much for her. His actions and his words. He’d barely continued for a few more seconds before the tightening sensation inside of her snapped and she felt the muscles inside of her give way. The sensation pulsed within her, and she cried out, wanting him to stop and to continue and to stop and to continue all at the same time.
She’d barely recovered before she felt herself being flipped over. Stomach pressed against the wood, with her toes just barely touching the floor, she gathered her bearings and heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled; the swathe of cloth rustling as his jeans fell to the floor.
“You know how long I’ve been waiting to do this?” He muttered from behind her, and she inhaled sharply as he pressed himself against her. She could feel it against her, thick, hard, and heavy. “You like how it feels?” He was rubbing it against her. “Fuck, you’re so wet. You want this as bad me, don’t you?”
“Mmmhm,” she responded shyly, almost driven mad from anticipation.
“The first time, it’s going to be quick,” he was breathing heavily from behind her, “I haven’t
done this in a while, and I can tell you right now I’m not going to last long.”
“Not fair,” she muttered, and then gasped as the tip of it pushed against her entrance, “I deserve more than five minutes.”
“Trust me baby, I’ll give you hours,” his breaths were barely controlled, “just, sorry in advance for this first time.”
With that, he pushed against her and she bit her lip as she felt her muscles being stretched. She knew he was big, but…
“God damn, you’re killing me Emma,” he groaned as he stopped halfway and pulled back.
“You’re so tight.”
“Just go slow at first,” it had been a while, but she’d never expected that it wouldn’t…. fit the whole way. This was agonizing. She just wanted him, all of him, now. “Just -.”
She stopped as he thrusted again, moving excruciatingly slow inside her. He made it in further, the girth of him feeling painfully sweet. She was so wet, she could feel herself dripping down her thigh, but even that wasn’t enough. He pulled back again and thrusted again, this time groaning as he filled her completely.
Her body was so flushed from pleasure, she couldn’t find the words. Instead, she just gave a guttural moan as he began to thrust slowly, his hands holding her hips in place.
He picked up tempo, the sound of each thrust sounding loudly in the quiet kitchen room, mixed in with their grunts, panting and moaning. The dull pain that had lightly burned her stomach from being stretched so much so quickly had begun to ebb away, replaced by a sweetly familiar, and aching pleasure instead.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he pushed himself in hard, making her cry out, before stilling. She felt his cum fill her, feeling hot and wet inside of her. She couldn’t describe how fucking good it felt, the length of him pulsing inside of her, finishing so fast, because of her.
He slumped forward, resting his forehead against her shoulder. For a few minutes, the two simply breathed in silence.
And then, Hunter spoke. “Tell me you’re on birth control.”
“I’m on birth control.”
“You’re not just saying that because I told you to say it?”
“I wouldn’t have let you fuck me without a condom if I wasn’t on it,” she murmured irritably. “Good,” he kissed her cheek, brushing aside a loose hair. “Mm,” he gave another light kiss on her neck. After a few playful caresses, he lifted himself off her and pulled her up. She turned around and enjoyed the way he pulled her into him intimately. He kissed her firmly on the lips, but she pulled away before he could do anything else.
“You weren’t kidding about not lasting long.”
He gave her a shameless smirk, “remember what I said next? You have my undivided attention for the next few hours.”
“Let me clean up.”
He had her locked in, “I told you we were just getting started.”
“Yeah, but I’m… really messy, down there.”
“Sex is messy.”
“Yeah, but…” she smiled as he gave her another kiss. “Jesus, you’re insatiable, aren’t you?”
“If I only have one night with you, I’m making the most of it.”
“It’s already morning.”
“Stop focusing on the fucking technicalities.”
The sound of the doorbell made the two of them freeze, and Hunter narrowed his eyebrows as the bell was followed by curt knocking.
“Don’t get it,” Emma murmured selfishly, not wanting this to end just yet. “Let them leave.” Hunter looked as if he was ready to comply, before the person rang the doorbell again. He sighed, and Emma knew then and there that he was going to get it. Of course he was going to get it. He was the Sheriff. It was his responsibility to answer each and every fucking call. Damn it.
She stepped back, trying to hide her annoyance and pulled up her pajama shorts. “Be quick.” “Thanks,” he gave her a look that was visceral, reminding her, of how badly he wanted her. She shivered, and distracted herself by pulling on her pajama shirt.
As Hunter went to get the front door, looking so calm and collected that it bothered her, she got herself a cup of water, still not believing that what had just happened actually had just happened. She could still feel him inside of her, pushing slowly, thrusting heavily… Fuck. She was getting wet again.
She sat on the kitchen counter, listening as Hunter opened the door and greeted the person on the other side. She eavesdropped shamelessly.
“Detective Jackson.”
“Sheriff Stone. Good to put a face to the name.”
“Hope you don’t mind me knocking at your door… just thought it’d be easier to talk about this all in person rather than phone, and in private… since Robbie caught me up on all the gossip surrounding the case.”
“Sure, no problem,” Emma could hear the slight irritation in his voice and she smiled to herself. “I finally finished reading the files.”
“And?”
“I think you know what I’m about to say.”
Hunter’s voice was already terse. “I’d rather not go there.”
“She’s clearly the motive.”
“She’s done nothing though.”
“We need to bring her into the case.”
Emma put the glass of water done and slipped off the counter to move closer to the kitchen door. What the hell were they talking about?
“The first 24 hours after the crime are the most important. If you won’t work with me in getting her to cooperate, I’m going to have to overrule you and go at this alone.”
Hunter sighed. The silence stretched on for what felt like hours.
“Fine.”
“Where is she?”
“I’ll bring her into the station in thirty minutes.”
“I’ll set up the interrogation room.” Jackson paused before adding, “I wouldn’t tell Emma that the murder is linked to her just yet. Wait until I talk to her.” Emma’s mouth fell open. Her body felt frozen.
You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.