Fic: Up to no good (1/2)
Title: Up to no good
Fandom: Murder Call
Characters: Tessa Vance, Steve Hayden
Prompt: 044. Circle
Word Count: 2306
Rating: Mature
Summary: Request from tempe_brennandr. Smut and handcuffs. Enough said.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. They belong to Jennifer Rowe, Hal McElroy and Southern Star. I make no profit out of this.
UP TO NO GOOD
“You’re up to something again.”
Standing by her dresser, wearing only a black slip dress, Tessa turned to face the bed, eyebrow cocked in an innocent smirk. “I am?”
Steve lowered the book he was reading, a pair of reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose. The silver in his hair was more pronounced now, but she’d always found it to make him even more handsome rather than old. ‘Refined’ was the word she’d used sometimes.
“Yes, you are.” Chuckling lightly, Steve let one side of his mouth quirk up in a smirk and then delved back into his book. “I can always tell.”
“That’s no fun,” Tessa said tongue-in-cheek as she turned back to the dresser and continued to remove her earrings. “I used to be unpredictable.”
“And impulsive, disorganised, hated paperwork…”
“I still hate paperwork,” Tessa noted.
In the mirror, Steve grinned at her. “Should I be worried? You’re definitely sounding like you’re up to something.”
Tessa rolled her eyes, put the earrings down, and turned with a hand on her hip. “And if I was? Would you go along with it?”
“Depends,” Steve teased, and yet he was already beginning to mark his place in the book and putting it away. “Am I going to regret it?”
“I’m not sure.” Tessa grinned, a slight touch of nervousness rippling through her skin. The idea was really only half-formed, born from having seen the three Senior Constables under her supervision play practical jokes on each other.
“Sounds intriguing.” Placing his book on the nightstand, Steve removed his reading glasses too and then sat back against the headboard. With those wonderful dimples of his, he grinned in challenge. “So? Do I need to close my eyes?”
“Depends,” Tessa teased back as she grabbed hold of her slip dress and began to pull it over her head, exposing black lace normally too frilly for an ordinary day at work. She let the slip drop to the floor, noticing the appreciative gaze running up and down her skin, the slight dilation of his pupils. “How much do you want to know, Senior Sergeant?”
Steve’s timbre was low, practically husky. “Sounds like you’re planning to bend the rules, Sergeant.”
“Just turning the tables a bit,” Tessa said with a flutter in her chest, a hot flush rising up from her gut when she leaned down to find her belt among her discarded clothes. Then, locating it, she unbuttoned the handcuffs still attached to it and held them up.
The surprise was clear in his expression, his lips parting slightly.
Nervous, Tessa forced down the urge to back down, instead focusing on how she’d caught him off guard - a feat that usually pleased her immensely, at least if it had a happy ending. “What do you say?”
Steve’s eyes twinkled. “What’s my offense, Sergeant?”
Tessa smirked. “Sexual harassment…sir. I’m not sure I appreciate the way you’re looking at me.”
With the slow motions of a panther, Steve slipped out of bed, rounding it until he was next to her and had his hands settled on her hips, his thumbs brushing against the linings of her underwear. “And which way is that?”
The touch of his skin upon hers made her heart skip a beat. The fire began to rise in the pit of her stomach, and it was made worse by how he leaned down to ghost open-mouthed kisses on her neck.
“Like that,” she whispered, melting into him slightly, caught up in the tantalising sensation of fingers caressing the roundness of her hips, the underside of her bum, the back of her thighs. Her resolve almost wavered, the handcuffs almost slipping out of her grip. He smelled too good, felt too good, and all she wanted right now was to wrap herself around him and let him take charge.
As the cool metal fell against his back, though, Tessa noticed the gasp from his lips and she opened her eyes widely. With some effort, she pulled back and pushed him onto the edge of the bed, chuckling slightly. “I’m afraid I’ll have to put you under arrest, Senior Sergeant.”
“For what?” Steve grinned, playing along. “Can’t a guy show some affection anymore?”
“Well, does the other part want it?” Heart fluttering wildly, Tessa grabbed his hand and placed the handcuff gently around its wrist, careful not to tighten it too much. She gasped slightly when his free hand came up to caress her bum again, giving it a teasing squeeze.
“I’d say she does,” Steve muttered cheekily, letting his hand run up her hot, trembling back until his fingers found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it.
As if startled awake, Tessa reached back, grabbed his other hand, and swung it around to fit the handcuffs onto it. With a slight firmness in her voice that was probably ruined by her lopsided smirk, she said, “You’re overstepping, sir. And I think you need to be punished for that.”
Steve’s grin widened. “Do your worst, copper. I’ll never confess to anything.”
“Famous last words,” Tessa said and promptly pushed him onto his back, his legs still dangling over the edge of the bed. An exhilarated sensation rushed through her at the sight and she reached back to refasten the clasp on her bra, not about to give him what he’d so clearly wanted. Not yet, anyway. “Hands above your head.”
At least he complied, grinning all the while, and lay more or less still as Tessa kneeled down and began to trace a path along his shins, the insides of his knees and thighs, and then outwards to his hips. Even as she avoided the bulge beneath his boxers, she could feel him strain slightly to get her in that direction, and she smirked and let her lips caress the ticklish areas of his abdomen.
Steve laughed involuntarily, jerking slightly, and broke character for a moment. “No tickling!”
“You sure you’re allowed to make demands?” Tessa teased, but nonetheless moved so that she trailed across his chest instead, leaving kisses and gentle bites on his hot, flushed skin. She relished in the mix of tension and softness beneath her, and the gentle sighs that escaped his parted lips, especially as her tongue circled the area around his nipples.
As she reached his collar bone, her lace-covered breasts barely brushing across his abdomen, she felt Steve’s arms twitch and move. She immediately pulled back and sat up straddling him, grabbing hold of his arms and keeping them down with a smirk. “Don’t move.”
Steve’s darkened eyes twinkled in challenge. “Oh yeah?”
She hadn’t realised the position she’d placed herself in. Suddenly, he rolled his hips against her and the full length of his hardness rubbed against her opening, inciting a rush of heat up her spine and to every extremity. Her inner muscles clenching in response, Tessa gasped, her skin burning impotently when he just as abruptly stopped moving.
She glared down at his cheeky grin. “You’re gonna regret that.”
“Am I?”
Without speaking, Tessa scooted off him, already missing the feel of him, but determined that she’d make this as hard on him as it was on her. He was always so confident at this while she’d been the slightly awkward one, at least when they’d first gotten together. Over the years, though, he’d coaxed something out of her he simply called ‘the minx’, and it was this drive that compelled her out of bed.
Underneath his darkening gaze, Tessa raised a hand to unfasten her bra, then let it fall down slowly until it hung by her fingertips. On the bed, Steve twitched, his arms kept above his head with seemingly only a thin thread. Oh, she knew he loved that, loved watching her, and she loved it too. It made her feel empowered, strong, confident.
So, holding his gaze trapped in hers, she began to run her palms over her breasts. Slowly. Tantalisingly. Sending bursts of electricity to the apex of thighs. Her lips parted and she saw his do too, his chest heaving slightly, especially as she let her fingertips twirl a nipple between them.
She let out a moan, closing her eyes briefly, when one of her hands caressed down her abdomen, the tension rising in her gut. A thrill surged through her as she just barely brushed against the lace-covered slit, one finger trailing slowly up and down above her sensitive bud before slipping underneath the lacy edge above her hip. With her other hand, she raised a finger to her mouth and ran it across her tongue, gaze still locked with Steve’s.
Things were getting really hot, fast, and Tessa felt her own impatience spur her on, using her wet finger to rub more firmly between her legs. Heat blossomed and pooled, and her inner muscles clenched tightly in response. On the bed, Steve was practically straining off the mattress, shifting impatiently too.
Grinning, Tessa slipped both thumbs underneath the waistband of her underwear, and then turned slightly so he could watch it slip slowly across her bum. It fell to the ground and she stepped out of it, turning back.
Steve’s breath was ragged now, his hardness tenting in his boxers, and he looked ready to jump off the bed. He still kept his arms above his head, though, and Tessa decided to reward him for that. With as much sheer confidence she could muster, she went back to the edge of the bed, grabbed hold of his boxers and pulled them off. His hardness bounced back, stiff and bulging, and she leaned down to kiss the tip of it.
“Ugh.”
Steve’s head hit the mattress hard, his hips twitching against her. Smirking, Tessa let her tongue envelop his length, running up and down and teasing its head while her hands massaged the area around it.
Then she stopped, making him groan, and instead kissed her way up his abdomen and chest until she could tear a bruising kiss from his lips. She bit down on his lower lip, tugging it slightly, and raised her hands until they were entwined with his above his head. His tongue darted into her mouth, battling hers, insistent and impatient. As soon as she noticed, Tessa pulled back again, chuckling slightly.
“Ready to confess?” Her voice was low, husky, revealing her confidence as much as her own impatience.
“Yes,” Steve mumbled, his gaze connecting with hers: all dark, hot and heavy. “I’m guilty of all charges. Ma’am.”
Oh, he knew she hated being called that, especially by him. Tessa bit down on his ear, making him chuckle slightly, but that stopped when she moved to straddle him once more. Her slick entrance rubbed against his length, the tension coiling in the bottom of her stomach, and she could feel his arms jerk as if to embrace her.
“I thought I told you not to move,” Tessa said with a smirk, holding his arms down with her hands.
Steve gave her a sheepish grin in return, his dimples showing, and complied. She could see he struggled, though, especially as she sat back and began to slide onto him. To be honest, she struggled too. Not having his hands on her skin was difficult, unusual, and she had a feeling she’d eventually give in, especially when his eyes fluttered closed and she felt a gasp slip past her lips as his length rubbed against her inner walls.
Sweat broke out on her skin as she sat back, feeling him stretch her to the brim, and she let her hands fall down to touch her breasts since he wasn’t able to right now. As she rolled her hips back and forth, she felt the waves begin to churn, felt her extremities tingle in anticipation, and she let the sensations drive her motions.
“Tess…” His voice sounded strained and Tessa met his gaze, moaning at the intensity in his eyes. Mesmerised, she held his stare as she began to move up and down, one hand still teasing her nipples, the other slipping down to rub circles around her engorged bud. He met her moves, jerking his hips in tandem with hers, his arms struggling to keep motionless above his head.
As she felt the wetness pool around his shaft and the bursts of electricity surge outwards from the epicentre, Tessa quickened her pace, practically losing her mind, and let herself be swept away by the sensory overload. She lost sense of time, sense of place, instead fixing her focus to the hardness pumping into her core, to the intense gushes surrounding it, and to Steve’s gaze locked firmly with hers.
And then she crested the wave, clenching hard, crying out, lost in the storm of emotions and sensations that rolled over her. Stars blinked in front of her vision and she barely registered Steve’s expression tightening before he pumped hard into her and crumbled, his hips tense against hers.
Sweaty and hot, Tessa practically collapsed on top of him, pleasurable ripples still surging through her. His heart was beating wildly beneath her ear, her own breaths struggling, and she finally felt his arms reach over her hand and envelop her in his warmth. Involuntarily, her inner muscles clenched again and Steve hissed, his handcuffed hands digging into her back.
“Sorry,” Tessa breathed, shifting so that he slipped out of her.
“I’m not.” Steve chuckled shakily and dropped a kiss on top of her head. “Think I can get out of these, now?”
Tessa hugged him tightly. “Nope. I quite like this.”
“Minx,” Steve teased. “Just you wait. I’ve got this Sergeant that won’t listen to a word I say. I think I’ll have to call her into my office for a stern talking-to.”
“Oh?” Tessa propped up on her elbows, grinning widely. “Just talking?”
Steve only smirked.
FIN?
No, a PART TWO appeared...
Fandom: Murder Call
Characters: Tessa Vance, Steve Hayden
Prompt: 044. Circle
Word Count: 2306
Rating: Mature
Summary: Request from tempe_brennandr. Smut and handcuffs. Enough said.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. They belong to Jennifer Rowe, Hal McElroy and Southern Star. I make no profit out of this.
UP TO NO GOOD
“You’re up to something again.”
Standing by her dresser, wearing only a black slip dress, Tessa turned to face the bed, eyebrow cocked in an innocent smirk. “I am?”
Steve lowered the book he was reading, a pair of reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose. The silver in his hair was more pronounced now, but she’d always found it to make him even more handsome rather than old. ‘Refined’ was the word she’d used sometimes.
“Yes, you are.” Chuckling lightly, Steve let one side of his mouth quirk up in a smirk and then delved back into his book. “I can always tell.”
“That’s no fun,” Tessa said tongue-in-cheek as she turned back to the dresser and continued to remove her earrings. “I used to be unpredictable.”
“And impulsive, disorganised, hated paperwork…”
“I still hate paperwork,” Tessa noted.
In the mirror, Steve grinned at her. “Should I be worried? You’re definitely sounding like you’re up to something.”
Tessa rolled her eyes, put the earrings down, and turned with a hand on her hip. “And if I was? Would you go along with it?”
“Depends,” Steve teased, and yet he was already beginning to mark his place in the book and putting it away. “Am I going to regret it?”
“I’m not sure.” Tessa grinned, a slight touch of nervousness rippling through her skin. The idea was really only half-formed, born from having seen the three Senior Constables under her supervision play practical jokes on each other.
“Sounds intriguing.” Placing his book on the nightstand, Steve removed his reading glasses too and then sat back against the headboard. With those wonderful dimples of his, he grinned in challenge. “So? Do I need to close my eyes?”
“Depends,” Tessa teased back as she grabbed hold of her slip dress and began to pull it over her head, exposing black lace normally too frilly for an ordinary day at work. She let the slip drop to the floor, noticing the appreciative gaze running up and down her skin, the slight dilation of his pupils. “How much do you want to know, Senior Sergeant?”
Steve’s timbre was low, practically husky. “Sounds like you’re planning to bend the rules, Sergeant.”
“Just turning the tables a bit,” Tessa said with a flutter in her chest, a hot flush rising up from her gut when she leaned down to find her belt among her discarded clothes. Then, locating it, she unbuttoned the handcuffs still attached to it and held them up.
The surprise was clear in his expression, his lips parting slightly.
Nervous, Tessa forced down the urge to back down, instead focusing on how she’d caught him off guard - a feat that usually pleased her immensely, at least if it had a happy ending. “What do you say?”
Steve’s eyes twinkled. “What’s my offense, Sergeant?”
Tessa smirked. “Sexual harassment…sir. I’m not sure I appreciate the way you’re looking at me.”
With the slow motions of a panther, Steve slipped out of bed, rounding it until he was next to her and had his hands settled on her hips, his thumbs brushing against the linings of her underwear. “And which way is that?”
The touch of his skin upon hers made her heart skip a beat. The fire began to rise in the pit of her stomach, and it was made worse by how he leaned down to ghost open-mouthed kisses on her neck.
“Like that,” she whispered, melting into him slightly, caught up in the tantalising sensation of fingers caressing the roundness of her hips, the underside of her bum, the back of her thighs. Her resolve almost wavered, the handcuffs almost slipping out of her grip. He smelled too good, felt too good, and all she wanted right now was to wrap herself around him and let him take charge.
As the cool metal fell against his back, though, Tessa noticed the gasp from his lips and she opened her eyes widely. With some effort, she pulled back and pushed him onto the edge of the bed, chuckling slightly. “I’m afraid I’ll have to put you under arrest, Senior Sergeant.”
“For what?” Steve grinned, playing along. “Can’t a guy show some affection anymore?”
“Well, does the other part want it?” Heart fluttering wildly, Tessa grabbed his hand and placed the handcuff gently around its wrist, careful not to tighten it too much. She gasped slightly when his free hand came up to caress her bum again, giving it a teasing squeeze.
“I’d say she does,” Steve muttered cheekily, letting his hand run up her hot, trembling back until his fingers found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it.
As if startled awake, Tessa reached back, grabbed his other hand, and swung it around to fit the handcuffs onto it. With a slight firmness in her voice that was probably ruined by her lopsided smirk, she said, “You’re overstepping, sir. And I think you need to be punished for that.”
Steve’s grin widened. “Do your worst, copper. I’ll never confess to anything.”
“Famous last words,” Tessa said and promptly pushed him onto his back, his legs still dangling over the edge of the bed. An exhilarated sensation rushed through her at the sight and she reached back to refasten the clasp on her bra, not about to give him what he’d so clearly wanted. Not yet, anyway. “Hands above your head.”
At least he complied, grinning all the while, and lay more or less still as Tessa kneeled down and began to trace a path along his shins, the insides of his knees and thighs, and then outwards to his hips. Even as she avoided the bulge beneath his boxers, she could feel him strain slightly to get her in that direction, and she smirked and let her lips caress the ticklish areas of his abdomen.
Steve laughed involuntarily, jerking slightly, and broke character for a moment. “No tickling!”
“You sure you’re allowed to make demands?” Tessa teased, but nonetheless moved so that she trailed across his chest instead, leaving kisses and gentle bites on his hot, flushed skin. She relished in the mix of tension and softness beneath her, and the gentle sighs that escaped his parted lips, especially as her tongue circled the area around his nipples.
As she reached his collar bone, her lace-covered breasts barely brushing across his abdomen, she felt Steve’s arms twitch and move. She immediately pulled back and sat up straddling him, grabbing hold of his arms and keeping them down with a smirk. “Don’t move.”
Steve’s darkened eyes twinkled in challenge. “Oh yeah?”
She hadn’t realised the position she’d placed herself in. Suddenly, he rolled his hips against her and the full length of his hardness rubbed against her opening, inciting a rush of heat up her spine and to every extremity. Her inner muscles clenching in response, Tessa gasped, her skin burning impotently when he just as abruptly stopped moving.
She glared down at his cheeky grin. “You’re gonna regret that.”
“Am I?”
Without speaking, Tessa scooted off him, already missing the feel of him, but determined that she’d make this as hard on him as it was on her. He was always so confident at this while she’d been the slightly awkward one, at least when they’d first gotten together. Over the years, though, he’d coaxed something out of her he simply called ‘the minx’, and it was this drive that compelled her out of bed.
Underneath his darkening gaze, Tessa raised a hand to unfasten her bra, then let it fall down slowly until it hung by her fingertips. On the bed, Steve twitched, his arms kept above his head with seemingly only a thin thread. Oh, she knew he loved that, loved watching her, and she loved it too. It made her feel empowered, strong, confident.
So, holding his gaze trapped in hers, she began to run her palms over her breasts. Slowly. Tantalisingly. Sending bursts of electricity to the apex of thighs. Her lips parted and she saw his do too, his chest heaving slightly, especially as she let her fingertips twirl a nipple between them.
She let out a moan, closing her eyes briefly, when one of her hands caressed down her abdomen, the tension rising in her gut. A thrill surged through her as she just barely brushed against the lace-covered slit, one finger trailing slowly up and down above her sensitive bud before slipping underneath the lacy edge above her hip. With her other hand, she raised a finger to her mouth and ran it across her tongue, gaze still locked with Steve’s.
Things were getting really hot, fast, and Tessa felt her own impatience spur her on, using her wet finger to rub more firmly between her legs. Heat blossomed and pooled, and her inner muscles clenched tightly in response. On the bed, Steve was practically straining off the mattress, shifting impatiently too.
Grinning, Tessa slipped both thumbs underneath the waistband of her underwear, and then turned slightly so he could watch it slip slowly across her bum. It fell to the ground and she stepped out of it, turning back.
Steve’s breath was ragged now, his hardness tenting in his boxers, and he looked ready to jump off the bed. He still kept his arms above his head, though, and Tessa decided to reward him for that. With as much sheer confidence she could muster, she went back to the edge of the bed, grabbed hold of his boxers and pulled them off. His hardness bounced back, stiff and bulging, and she leaned down to kiss the tip of it.
“Ugh.”
Steve’s head hit the mattress hard, his hips twitching against her. Smirking, Tessa let her tongue envelop his length, running up and down and teasing its head while her hands massaged the area around it.
Then she stopped, making him groan, and instead kissed her way up his abdomen and chest until she could tear a bruising kiss from his lips. She bit down on his lower lip, tugging it slightly, and raised her hands until they were entwined with his above his head. His tongue darted into her mouth, battling hers, insistent and impatient. As soon as she noticed, Tessa pulled back again, chuckling slightly.
“Ready to confess?” Her voice was low, husky, revealing her confidence as much as her own impatience.
“Yes,” Steve mumbled, his gaze connecting with hers: all dark, hot and heavy. “I’m guilty of all charges. Ma’am.”
Oh, he knew she hated being called that, especially by him. Tessa bit down on his ear, making him chuckle slightly, but that stopped when she moved to straddle him once more. Her slick entrance rubbed against his length, the tension coiling in the bottom of her stomach, and she could feel his arms jerk as if to embrace her.
“I thought I told you not to move,” Tessa said with a smirk, holding his arms down with her hands.
Steve gave her a sheepish grin in return, his dimples showing, and complied. She could see he struggled, though, especially as she sat back and began to slide onto him. To be honest, she struggled too. Not having his hands on her skin was difficult, unusual, and she had a feeling she’d eventually give in, especially when his eyes fluttered closed and she felt a gasp slip past her lips as his length rubbed against her inner walls.
Sweat broke out on her skin as she sat back, feeling him stretch her to the brim, and she let her hands fall down to touch her breasts since he wasn’t able to right now. As she rolled her hips back and forth, she felt the waves begin to churn, felt her extremities tingle in anticipation, and she let the sensations drive her motions.
“Tess…” His voice sounded strained and Tessa met his gaze, moaning at the intensity in his eyes. Mesmerised, she held his stare as she began to move up and down, one hand still teasing her nipples, the other slipping down to rub circles around her engorged bud. He met her moves, jerking his hips in tandem with hers, his arms struggling to keep motionless above his head.
As she felt the wetness pool around his shaft and the bursts of electricity surge outwards from the epicentre, Tessa quickened her pace, practically losing her mind, and let herself be swept away by the sensory overload. She lost sense of time, sense of place, instead fixing her focus to the hardness pumping into her core, to the intense gushes surrounding it, and to Steve’s gaze locked firmly with hers.
And then she crested the wave, clenching hard, crying out, lost in the storm of emotions and sensations that rolled over her. Stars blinked in front of her vision and she barely registered Steve’s expression tightening before he pumped hard into her and crumbled, his hips tense against hers.
Sweaty and hot, Tessa practically collapsed on top of him, pleasurable ripples still surging through her. His heart was beating wildly beneath her ear, her own breaths struggling, and she finally felt his arms reach over her hand and envelop her in his warmth. Involuntarily, her inner muscles clenched again and Steve hissed, his handcuffed hands digging into her back.
“Sorry,” Tessa breathed, shifting so that he slipped out of her.
“I’m not.” Steve chuckled shakily and dropped a kiss on top of her head. “Think I can get out of these, now?”
Tessa hugged him tightly. “Nope. I quite like this.”
“Minx,” Steve teased. “Just you wait. I’ve got this Sergeant that won’t listen to a word I say. I think I’ll have to call her into my office for a stern talking-to.”
“Oh?” Tessa propped up on her elbows, grinning widely. “Just talking?”
Steve only smirked.
FIN?
No, a PART TWO appeared...