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copyright 2004, by Soo

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Heather moved around the room putting away her personal tools. "I spoke to Catherine today." She waited for Gil to respond, and frowned when he didn't. "She told me a most interesting story."

She stopped next to him and plucked the journal he was reading out of his hand, tossing it onto the bedside table before straddling his legs. She chuckled softly at his look of surprise.

She began to unbutton his shirt. "It was about a mad scientist," she said as she paused to nibble on his newly exposed neck, "and an exotic dancer." She bit at his pulse point.

Gil inhaled sharply. "Scientist?"

Heather leaned back and continued to unbutton his shirt. "A certain mad scientist interested in exotic dancers."

Gil pulled her down and kissed her thoroughly. "Jealous?"

Heather licked her lips. "Hardly." She pushed Gil's shirt back and off his shoulders. Her hands glided down his chest. Unerringly, she found his nipples and twisted hard. "She doesn't know what you need."

He growled and shook his shirt the rest of the way off. He yanked her forward and pulled at the laces of her bustier, grunting in satisfaction when it fell away easily.

Heather grinned. She loved it when Gil dropped his cool facade and let his aggressive nature show. She thrust her breasts into his caress. His experiment-roughened hands knew exactly how to arouse her.

Her breath hitched as he shimmied her skirt up and over her head. She saw the flash of surprise cross his face when he discovered that she wore nothing underneath. He licked his fingers and began to gently circle her clit, teasing her. She leaned down into him to increase the friction. "You're my mad scientist," she breathed into his ear.

His fingers paused, and she moaned at the loss of movement. "Yours?"

She smiled into his neck. Obviously, Gil was feeling very aggressive tonight. "Mine."

"I don't think so," he growled and pushed her forcefully off of him.

She slid to the side and off the bed. Slightly stunned, she looked up at Gil. Extremely aggressive tonight, she amended; there was more to this than just letting off a little steam. Deciding to go with the flow, she picked herself up and knelt next to the bed. She stared challengingly into his eyes and undid his pants. He raised his hips, and she carefully pulled them and his briefs down and over his bare feet.

His legs fell open to give her better access as she ran her hands teasingly up and down them. She climbed back up onto the bed. Kneeling between his legs, she looked into his eyes and saw the challenge there. It was always like this between them -- this struggle for dominance. Only rarely did one of them relinquish control to the other. Tonight, the challenge seemed more real.

She took his cock in her hand and gently rubbed the pre-come around the head. Gil's hips bucked up, and she gave him a few quick strokes timed with his movements. She bent her head, engulfing him in one quick movement; the taste of him on her tongue was sharp and familiar. She held him down, stilling his movements, taking control. A thrill of pleasure spiked through her as she looked up into his passion-darkened eyes.

She quirked her lips and bent back to the task at hand. She knew that Gil would only be submissive for so long, and she planned to wring as much pleasure out of him as possible before the struggle reignited. She ran her tongue up the vein on the underside of his cock and slowly swirled around and around the head. Pulling back, she softly blew on the head, and moaned in surprise when Gil forced her head back down. She easily swallowed his length and began to gently roll his balls in her hand. She bobbed her head up and down until she felt his fingers scrabbling on her shoulders.

“Up,” he said gruffly. His fingers finally found purchase and scratched her.

She swirled her tongue around the head one last time and rose up to meet him. His fingers entwined in her hair and yanked her forward. She fell forward, and his lips were on hers within moments, devouring her. Another moan escaped her, and his fingers tightened.

Unbalanced by the bucking of his hips, she slid off him, yanking her hair hard until he let go. She rolled onto her back, and he followed her, settling in between her legs. In one quick movement he was sheathed inside her, and she moaned in appreciation, wrapping her legs around him and urging him on.

His rhythm was erratic, first fast, then slow, and back to fast again, teasing her, bringing her so close, and then backing off again, showing her just who was in control. She rolled her hips and smiled when a low rumble ground out of his chest. She wasn’t that submissive. She wound her arms around his neck and met him thrust for thrust.

Gradually, the erratic tempo waned and smoothed into an ever-increasing momentum. She clung to him as the pressure inside her built to the breaking point and swelled over. She cried out his name as her body spasmed.

He growled deep in his throat, arched into her, and came.

She raked her nails down his back and was rewarded with a nip on her lips. She repeated the action, and he relaxed into her, kissing her softly.

After a few moments, he eased out of her and rolled onto his back. She curled into him and threw a leg over his, smiling when his arms came around her. She laid her head on his shoulder, her hand settling over his heart, which gradually slowed to normal under her light stroking. "So, tell me what happened today."

She felt him draw in a quick breath and slowly let it out. "I did something unusual."

She nodded and continued to stroke his chest.

"I went after a suspect and not the evidence."

She knew he prided himself on always being objective, and that it upset him when he wasn't. His reaction tonight, however, seemed to indicate that there was more to the story. "And?"

"It was a police officer."

She paused in mid-stroke. "What happened?"

"He threatened me."

She inhaled sharply. "Threatened you?" She looked up into his eyes. "How did he threaten you?"

Gil sighed. "He said that if something happened the police wouldn't respond quickly."

She sat up and straddled him. She grabbed his chin and forced him to look her in the eye. "You did tell Brass, didn't you?"

He shook his head and looked away. She cursed. "You have to tell him. It's not just your life on the line."

He turned back to her, and she saw the confusion in his eyes. "What happens if you were out with Catherine and something happened? Lindsey could lose the only parent she has left."

Gil nodded. "I'll tell him."

She looked into his eyes and saw the conviction there. Satisfied, she rolled over and curled into his side again. She threaded her fingers into his chest hair. "And if you're interested in strippers, I'm sure something can be arranged." Gil's arms tightened around her. "A private showing, perhaps? I know this wonderful dancer…"

"I don't think that will be necessary," Gil said between laughter. "I'm happy with what I've got."

“Good,” she said with a smile. Satisfied that this was going to work out, she closed her eyes and slept.



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