Victory Lap (Prompt 30, Fraser/Stella)
Victory Lap
Fraser/Stella, R, 959 words
The last one! Phew!
This was the biggest case of Stella's career. She never thought she'd actually get to take down Enrico Marzetti - he was almost untouchable, but then Ray and Fraser had brought in an informant who was willing to testify against him, and the whole thing came falling down. Piece by piece. It was beautiful.
Stella took Ray, Fraser, and Welsh out to celebrate, and bought them a few rounds of drinks. Fraser even had a beer, which had made Ray laugh and pat him on the back.
Finally, they broke up and went their separate ways. Fraser hailed a cab for Ray and told the driver to take him home, and then offered to share a cab with Stella, since the Consulate was in the same direction. He opened the door for her and she slid into the seat. Fraser was wearing a flannel shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket - she'd never seen him in anything but the red serge - and he climbed in after her and gave the driver her address.
"You did a wonderful job today, Stella," Fraser said warmly, and she could feel him brushing up against her side. She blinked her eyes to focus on the road outside the window. She really shouldn't have had that last round of drinks.
"Thanks. You too," she said, turning to smile at him. Fraser reached up to run his thumb over his eyebrow and smiled back. He really was ridiculously attractive, and not at all her type. She didn't even like him most of the time, except for the fact that he wasn't intimidated by her. She also wasn't stupid enough not to see how Ray looked at him when he thought no one was looking. Still, she wanted something. To celebrate and let go for a little while, because the idea of going home alone was more than she could bear.
She was one drink past being cautious and making sense, and she slid a little closer, letting her hand come down on his thigh. "Stella," he said softly, going still. "You're drunk."
"I know," she whispered, and turned to put her hand on his neck before she kissed him.
He was an phenomenal kisser, once he relaxed and let himself get into it. She'd never thought about kissing him before, but he was there, and he smelled amazing, his hands hesitant and gentle on her waist.
"Stella," Fraser gasped, pulling away. "This is a terrible idea."
"Why?" she said, mouthing his neck and yanking his shirt out of his jeans.
He grabbed her wrist. "You don't want this. Me. You're just - it's a natural response to victory, and it makes sense that you would want - " Stella swore she could see him blushing by the dim light of the streetlamp.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but shut up, okay?" She knew he was right, that this was stupid and reckless and didn't make a damn bit of sense. Her head was still spinning, just a little, but Stella knew that he felt good, and that she wanted to burn off some steam.
"I don't - " he said against her lips, but he still opened his mouth under hers, licking into her mouth. Stella figured out that if she kissed him and leaned into his body, straddling his thigh, he stopped trying to protest. His fingers teased at the hem of her skirt and brushed up against her legs as they slid upward. She entertained the idea of waiting until they got to her apartment, but Chicago cab drivers had seen more than two drunk adults messing around in the back seat.
Her stockings were thigh high, and Fraser's fingers moved up to the lace edge of her panties. Stella pulled away and gasped harshly into Fraser's neck. "We should stop."
"Yes," Fraser said breathlessly, but his touch was sure as he moved against her clit through her panties. "You're right."
Stella laughed and pushed forward, letting herself ride the sensation, looking out of the corner of her eye to see the cab driver looking straight ahead at the road. Fraser mouthed at the side of her neck, moving in a slow, maddening rhythm that was driving her insane. "Don't tease," she admonished, and Fraser laughed too, his breath hot against the side of her face as he kissed her jaw. She could smell the alcohol on his breath, and he was smiling at her, illuminated by the light from the street. His fingers were perfect, and he groaned quietly as he worked her.
The cab came to a sudden stop, and Fraser froze while Stella peered out of the window to see that they were stopped in front of her building. "We're here," she whispered, settling back onto the seat as Fraser pulled his hand back.
"Yes, well," Fraser said soft and low, tucking his shirt back in and shifting on the seat, "I'll see you at the station."
Stella sighed. She should have known she'd have to be explicit with him. "Why don't you come up for a drink, then?"
"I think that we've both had enough to drink for the night."
"Okay," she said, leaning over to pay the driver and then turning to Fraser, "then come up anyway." She smiled and turned away, opening the door, straightening her skirt and steadying herself against the side of the cab to keep from toppling over on her heels. She took a few steps toward the door, and heard the door of the cab closing and the sound of boots on the sidewalk behind her, following her in.
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Fraser/Stella, R, 959 words
The last one! Phew!
This was the biggest case of Stella's career. She never thought she'd actually get to take down Enrico Marzetti - he was almost untouchable, but then Ray and Fraser had brought in an informant who was willing to testify against him, and the whole thing came falling down. Piece by piece. It was beautiful.
Stella took Ray, Fraser, and Welsh out to celebrate, and bought them a few rounds of drinks. Fraser even had a beer, which had made Ray laugh and pat him on the back.
Finally, they broke up and went their separate ways. Fraser hailed a cab for Ray and told the driver to take him home, and then offered to share a cab with Stella, since the Consulate was in the same direction. He opened the door for her and she slid into the seat. Fraser was wearing a flannel shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket - she'd never seen him in anything but the red serge - and he climbed in after her and gave the driver her address.
"You did a wonderful job today, Stella," Fraser said warmly, and she could feel him brushing up against her side. She blinked her eyes to focus on the road outside the window. She really shouldn't have had that last round of drinks.
"Thanks. You too," she said, turning to smile at him. Fraser reached up to run his thumb over his eyebrow and smiled back. He really was ridiculously attractive, and not at all her type. She didn't even like him most of the time, except for the fact that he wasn't intimidated by her. She also wasn't stupid enough not to see how Ray looked at him when he thought no one was looking. Still, she wanted something. To celebrate and let go for a little while, because the idea of going home alone was more than she could bear.
She was one drink past being cautious and making sense, and she slid a little closer, letting her hand come down on his thigh. "Stella," he said softly, going still. "You're drunk."
"I know," she whispered, and turned to put her hand on his neck before she kissed him.
He was an phenomenal kisser, once he relaxed and let himself get into it. She'd never thought about kissing him before, but he was there, and he smelled amazing, his hands hesitant and gentle on her waist.
"Stella," Fraser gasped, pulling away. "This is a terrible idea."
"Why?" she said, mouthing his neck and yanking his shirt out of his jeans.
He grabbed her wrist. "You don't want this. Me. You're just - it's a natural response to victory, and it makes sense that you would want - " Stella swore she could see him blushing by the dim light of the streetlamp.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but shut up, okay?" She knew he was right, that this was stupid and reckless and didn't make a damn bit of sense. Her head was still spinning, just a little, but Stella knew that he felt good, and that she wanted to burn off some steam.
"I don't - " he said against her lips, but he still opened his mouth under hers, licking into her mouth. Stella figured out that if she kissed him and leaned into his body, straddling his thigh, he stopped trying to protest. His fingers teased at the hem of her skirt and brushed up against her legs as they slid upward. She entertained the idea of waiting until they got to her apartment, but Chicago cab drivers had seen more than two drunk adults messing around in the back seat.
Her stockings were thigh high, and Fraser's fingers moved up to the lace edge of her panties. Stella pulled away and gasped harshly into Fraser's neck. "We should stop."
"Yes," Fraser said breathlessly, but his touch was sure as he moved against her clit through her panties. "You're right."
Stella laughed and pushed forward, letting herself ride the sensation, looking out of the corner of her eye to see the cab driver looking straight ahead at the road. Fraser mouthed at the side of her neck, moving in a slow, maddening rhythm that was driving her insane. "Don't tease," she admonished, and Fraser laughed too, his breath hot against the side of her face as he kissed her jaw. She could smell the alcohol on his breath, and he was smiling at her, illuminated by the light from the street. His fingers were perfect, and he groaned quietly as he worked her.
The cab came to a sudden stop, and Fraser froze while Stella peered out of the window to see that they were stopped in front of her building. "We're here," she whispered, settling back onto the seat as Fraser pulled his hand back.
"Yes, well," Fraser said soft and low, tucking his shirt back in and shifting on the seat, "I'll see you at the station."
Stella sighed. She should have known she'd have to be explicit with him. "Why don't you come up for a drink, then?"
"I think that we've both had enough to drink for the night."
"Okay," she said, leaning over to pay the driver and then turning to Fraser, "then come up anyway." She smiled and turned away, opening the door, straightening her skirt and steadying herself against the side of the cab to keep from toppling over on her heels. She took a few steps toward the door, and heard the door of the cab closing and the sound of boots on the sidewalk behind her, following her in.
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