Literotiville Detectives

[BigDawg69]

OOC: This is a private and closed thread for myself and MorgaineLaFay. As the story progresses, there may be need for additional players. Please read and enjoy.

This will be based on a series of stories that Morgaine and myself began and posted to Lit, so some of it may sound familiar to those have read our material.

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The late afternoon sun beamed through the heavy horizontal blinds that crossed the windows of the old Police Building. Detective Logan sat back in his old wooden desk chair, his large feet perched on his desk. The messiest desk in the precinct, something of which he was particularly proud. Logan was the antithesis of his partner, relaxed almost to a fault. His wavy hair always seemed to fly in every direction. His shirts fell from his large frame having never been ironed since he carried them from the store. Yet despite his disheveled appearance Logan had a rugged boyish charm about him. Something that also drove his partner mad. He leaned forward to start his old metal oscillating fan. The fan creaked around blowing up the corners of the pages of late reports that cluttered his desk. He sat back once again and loosened his tie. It was early in the season yet, but the temperature was already beginning to reach sweltering heights.

LOGAN! Capt Pierce’s voiced belted through the open room of detectives. LOGAN! Where the HELL is LaFay? Capt Pierce was a sly man with a big voice. He usually choose to remain behind his very neatly arranged desk in the security of his glass walled office and simply scream for his troops attention.

Logan barely moved, but yelled his own response. Dunno Capt! Not my day to watch her!

You’re her partner, Detective Logan. Pierce yelled from right next to Logan, startling the detective and slapping Logan’s feet from the desk. That means everyday is your day to watch her.

Logan sat up in his chair slightly and looked up at his superior. Uh no actually, me and the guys drew straws and Friday’s are Johnson’s day, but his wife is having a baby so he’s a little pre-occupied. Logan beamed his patented smile, and received no return from Pierce. Al though a few snickers could be heard through the room.

Is that wit, Logan? Are you being funny now? You see once I got my bars, Pierce tapped his Captains bars on his shoulder proudly, an annoying habit he enjoyed when barking at the detectives. Capt. Pierce was the only one on the entire floor of this building who still wore his dress blue uniform to work. I lost my sense of humor. Now, where the HELL IS LAFAY!

I think she went to go buy some doughnuts for the traffic boys.

Find her, and bring her back Logan. I told her not to follow that case and I know she is.

Oh no, she dropped it. No worries there Capt. She dropped that case.

Bullshit Logan, and you know I know it. You keep her off that case! It is in the hands of the FBI and we’re not to touch it. You’re job relies on your ability to keep LaFay from poking around and getting in the FBI’s way! Pierce attempted to wheel around on his heels and storm off, but he tripped half way to it. He stumbled back to his office instead and slammed his door shut, muttering various curses along the way.

Logan shook his head haphazardly. He knew getting LaFay to drop any case was damned near impossible, but she was really attached to catching this particular perp. She had it in her brain, this was the guy who had broken into her childhood home and killed her sister during a foiled burglary attempt. The single incident that drove LaFay’s entire police career. He knew secretly she had been looking for this guy ever since. He had a particular MO and LaFay had a sixth sense about it.

The ding of the elevator chimed through the large open room. Many of the detectives were on their way home for the weekend, Logan was waiting for LaFay. A chorus of “see ya’s” and “good luck’s” from the guys as the office slowly cleared. Then Logan heard the familial clomp of LaFay’s boots as she strode confidently across the room from the elevator. She sat purposefully at her desk, nodded to Logan and instantly went to the phone.

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

The stench of stale old coffee hit me instantly as I stepped off the elevator. I was dying for a cup of strong coffee, it had been a long day. I glance over at the thick sludge sitting in one of the nearby pots and decided against it. I’d grab something at Mother’s Irish pub later.

I made a bee-line through the detectives leaving for the night, heading for my desk.
Worn but well fitting levis hugged my hips as I walked across the room. My holster molded over a tight white t-shirt, my badge hung just off my right hip. The sound of my keys jingling on a ring hanging from my belt at the small of my back, was off set by the echo of my scarred black leather boots kissing the old wood floor. I smiled inwardly. My face held another picture entirely. I nodded to Logan as I sat on the edge of my desk.

I reached for the phone, my fingers quickly tapping on the button...instinctively calling to an old phone number kept somewhere in my head. I needed to call in a favor. Justin Ward was a Criminologist. During my time at the academy he had been an instructor there. Our paths had crossed several times over the years.

I watched Logan as he sat at his desk. At least I think it was his desk.

Old retired case files were stacked on one corner of his desk. Current case files covered the majority of the available space. What wasn’t covered with empty Coke cans. I could see two crumpled up packs of Marlboro’s sticking out from underneath a stack of folders. His old metal oscillating fan sat damn near in the center...it seemed to be anchoring everything down.

A sharp-tongued woman's voice answered on the 10th ring. "Crime Laboratory, this is Vanessa." I felt my body tensing up listening to the sound of gum smacking noisily in her pause.

"Justin Ward please, this is Lt. LaFay."

"He’s out in the field today would you like his voice mail?" The gum popping prickly voice asked.

"Please." I listened to Justin’s brief intro on his voicemail, my eyes catching the movements of Captain Pierce pacing in his office. I swiveled my position on my desk leaving my back to his window. "Justin this is LaFay. I have a favor to ask of you. I’d like to take a look at the evidence you have on file for the Reese LaFay case. And if you wouldn’t mind," I peered over my shoulder towards the Captain’s office, he was safely in conversation behind closed doors, "if you wouldn’t mind calling me on my cell instead of the office I would appreciate it, talk to you soon."

I hung up the phone and looked over at my partner. A rogue curly lock hung down over his left eye. He had one leg carelessly stretched out across the pile on his desk, a manila folder in his lap. Hands resting on either knee. I found myself staring at his hands. Strong base, long fingers.

I took a moment to admire his profile. Marveling at the length of his dark lashes. What right did a man have to be given lashes as thick and long as his?!? My eyes traveling down his facial features, firm jaw, soft full lips. I cocked my head to the side, he hadn’t shaved today, why hadn’t I noticed that earlier? The shadow of stubble only added to his charm.

Silently I made my way across the room, his eyes met mine, I motioned for the elevator with a quick smile.

 

[BigDawg69]

LaFay sat at her desk talking on the phone. Her voice was determined, her crystal blue eyes shown through her ringlets of blonde hair with conviction. Logan knew his real task was to keep Capt. Pierce off her back, because there would be no pulling LaFay off this case. Resigned to his new occupation of watching what he liked to call ‘his partner’s perfect backside,’ Logan sat back in his chair, propping his feat high atop a stack of old case files. He leaned back toying with a pair of finger sized handcuffs, and novelty gag gift from the other detectives he’d gotten when LaFay was promoted to Lieutenant last year.

LaFay was striking in her appearance. She had a rough exterior that she wore proudly like her .45 under her arm. She stood tall in her 5’5” frame. She was wickedly intelligent and cunning. She did not hide behind make-up or fancy clothes. Her tight t-shirts and fitted blue jeans revealed her curves, which Logan was oft ribbed for admiring. Truth be told even the Captain could be seen taking long looks at LaFay as she cruised around the office. Her old leather boots, and strong gait could never be described as a sashay. She was strong clearly, but as her partner Logan had also seen glimpses into her soul. He was struck between the roles of older brother, and would be lover in his own mind. He dealt with the contrast much like he dealt with most of life, a wink and a smile.

LaFay clapped the phone onto its base and stood to leave. As she strode toward the door, she turned to Logan and motioned for him to follow. With a shrug, Logan rose from his seat to the full height of 6’4” and snagged his old faded Yankees cap and leather jacket on his way to the elevator. Neither spoke as the elevator descended to the first floor.

LaFay walked purposefully to the car and climbed behind the wheel. Logan rolled his eyes as he followed into the passenger seat. She drove almost all the time. At first it was a constant battle at every trip to the car that usually ended with Logan shrugging it off. Only when the constant ribbing from the others would flare did he choose to stand his ground and fight for the driver’s seat. All that had ended the day she received her Lieutenant bar. This was the only issue on which she pulled rank. And it was now a moot point, as LaFay drove everywhere.

Logan slid back in his seat as LaFay pulled out of the garage onto the busy street. She quickly maneuvered the unmarked sedan into traffic, turning toward downtown.

“So I guess we’re not going to the pub?” Logan stated as LaFay weaved through the traffic.

“Your detective powers are amazing.” She shot sarcastically. “I’m really continuously surprised you weren’t the one promoted.” She glanced a smile at Logan who returned with a big roll of his eyes.

“So where are we, going or do I have to deduce that as well?”

“Downtown.” LaFay replied short and not to sweet.

“Hmmmm yeah wow, that’s a big help, partner.” Logan said dripping in sarcasm. “Partner, you remember that, right? We’re partners. Share information, help each other and all that?”

LaFay zipped the car through the traffic navigating further downtown. “Oh sure, I remember. We have to go see a man for some information.”

“Yeah, and this would be about which case exactly? It would help me to know this. You see I know it’s not about the Sikes case, cause the FBI is dealing that case. We’re, that’s me and YOU are not supposed to touch it. I know you being the conscientious Police Officer that you are would not be violating direct orders. Right?” Logan at least had to give it a try, no matter how futile.

“Sikes? Hmmm Sikes?” LaFay looked right at Logan as she waited at a stoplight. He could feel the cold stare of her baby blue eyes look right through him. He had not remembered ever seeing such a determined look on her before. “The maniac asshole that killed my baby sister? That Sikes? I know he’s here Logan.” Logan slipped the smile as her tone changed from jovial to very serious. “I know I can find him.”

“And then what?” Logan asked his demeanor also changed.

“Don’t know.” She paused as the car pulled through the intersection. The silence held heavy in the car as the lowering sun cast long dark shadows across the city streets. The helium vapor streetlights began to flicker to life, as the car descended past the financial district to the warehouses by the docks. LaFay looked over at Logan. He sat in the car watching the world pass by. His eyes tracking the people on the streets, the buildings they passed. She smiled to herself, and spoke. “I was kind of hoping you’d kick his ass for me.”

“Very funny LaFay. Now where the Hell are you taking me?” Logan laughed back at her, helping break the tension.

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

Night was approaching and the city was turning gray. Neon lights blinked away from inside dark seedy bars. Patrons of all likes & kinds spilled in and out of the shadows. Despite the turning hour the temperature was still hot. Muggy even.

I maneuvered my unmarked sedan through traffic, New York cabbies darted in and out of the stand still like a lovers midnight tango. I pulled up along side Farewell To Arms motel.

I glanced over at Logan as his eyes took in our surroundings.


"La Fay..." His words were tense. Frustration wavered in his green eyes as he glanced at me now across the boundaries of our car.

"Come on Logan." I winked at him before swinging out of the car, "It’ll be fun, I promise. And after, I’ll take you to Mother’s for dinner and a beer."

I slid my arms inside my warn leather jacket, concealing my holster. The moist air sliced through me as we entered the old motel.

The smell of musty smoke hit me immediately as we entered the old building. A thin nervously looking man glanced up from his book, a cigarette dangerously close to the filter hung from his dry, cracked lips. he sat on a high stool behind a glass enclosed small booth like room.

"A Room for two?" He asked, his eyes slowly pulling away from my tight white t-shirt. My stomach churned. I glanced over my shoulder at Logan, surprised crashed through as I found his own eyes traveling over the curve of my ass. My blood heated up two notches.

I placed my hands on the counter in front of the glass, "I’m here to see an old friend. Sikes." Instantly his expression hardened.

"No one here by that name ma’am."

I slid the right side of my leather jacket open, placing my hand on my hip, my index finger resting along the badge I wore.
"Are you sure about that? Check again."

His eyes shifted over the badge I wore on my hip to the visible straps of my holster.

"3rd floor, C-8. I don’t think he is in though." "3rd floor, C-8. I don’t think he is in though." He busied himself with the paper before him now avoiding my eyes.

"Thanks buddy," I heard Logan's voice behind me as we went for the stairs. When we reached the 3rd floor an array of voices could be over heard through the paper thin walls. Couples hollering, babies crying. Glass breaking. Doors slamming.

My knuckles rapped on the door to C-8. "Mr. Sikes." Logan’s voice filled the hallway. "Mr. Sikes, it Detective Logan, I’d like to have a word with you."

I pulled my weapon free from my holster,
"Go low, I’ll go high," I felt Logan’s warm breath whisper in my ear.

I made a face, my pouty lips puckering up, "Where else am I going to go?" I muttered.


With one should slam the door gave way swinging open. The room was empty. Logan held back just inside the archway as I entered the small room. A small bed occupied the tiny room, the sheets left in a rumpled mess. I walked to the dresser in the corner, leafing through the scraps of paper left on top. An empty beer bottle caught my eye. Reaching into my jacket I pulled out a small plastic bag, covering the bottle and zipping in closed inside.

I turned and walked to Logan who’s body blocked the view through the doorway.

"Hungry Logan?"

A few minutes later we pulled up outside “Mother’s”. An old family Irish pub. I swung open the heavy oak door, rich smells hit me hard. I clutched at the rising ache in my stomach. Patrick O'Malley was busy at work behind the bar when he saw us.

"Well good heavens, look at you child! Joey!" He hollered through the adjoining kitchen door at his brother, "The Good Liuetent and Detective Logan are here!" His rosy cheeks grinned at me, "How are you darlin?" A faint echo of his Irish accent swam around me.

"I’m doing ok Patty," a wearisome smile flirted on my lips. His old eyes twinkling at me as he placed two Bass drafts in front of me and Logan.

Old-Blue-Eyes sang out from a little old fashioned radio positioned behind the bar. Joey and Patty were constantly arguing over who was better...Frank or Dean. It was a sure thing...you were going to listen to one of the greats while you were at Mother’s. From my place at the cherry wood bar I could hear balls cracking and sinking from the pool tables in the back.

At the far end of the bar regulars were parked in the same corner they had sat at for the last 30 years. Drinking their whiskey and beer and telling their fine tales. I chuckled to myself, thinking on how those stories change just a little bit every time they were retold, but they were good ones all the same.


I reached for my beer, glancing over at my partner brooding in his beer.

"Some one bust your balls partner?"

 

[BigDawg69]

Logan peered up at LaFay as she stood over him. He scooped a couple beer nuts into his mouth and chewed them down. His right eye squinted slightly as he made out her face, her blue eyes, the button nose, hr lips curling into a wry smile.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you LaFay?” He sneered and took a long drink from his beer.

She returned his gesture with a grin. “You underestimate me, Logan.” She reached up and shook her fingers through his thick hair.

He could feel a wave of energy transfer from her hand to his head as she touched him. She walked past him and to the corner. She plucked the steel tip darts from an old corkboard on the wall. “Come over here and let me kick your ass in darts, Logan. That’ll make you feel better.” She turned to him, holding the darts at arms length. She stood on one leg bending the other knee and waving her hips at him teasing.

A soft chorus of chuckle came from the old timers booth near by. Logan moved past the old boy, pausing to lean in. “Laugh it up boys, at least I’m getting’ some.”

“In your dreams, Logan.” “Yeah, my walker has a better chance.” Came the crotchety reply from the old guys, followed by a round of laughter.

Logan shook his head slightly as he grabbed the darts from her hands. “LaFay, you’ve never won this game. Why do you insist on the usual humiliation?” He stepped in front of her and lightly tossed his first dart into the triple 20 square.

She rolled her eyes, and sat back against her stool, taking another drink of her beer. The game continued as Logan aced his darts into the board, rolling up score after score. LaFay’s darts went wild over the board. Her game had improved slightly as all of her darts did at least stick in the round target.

The night crept onward, filling the pub with its collection of regulars and a fair amount of new comers. LaFay and Logan continued to play as the air thickened with smoke, and the sound filled with laughter.

“How do you do it?” LaFay finally blurted out.

“Do what?”

“You toss the darts so lightly and straight? How do you do it?”

“Here. Stand here.” Logan pulled LaFay over and stood her at the line. He stepped behind her and in close. He could feel her back brush against him. His breath seized for a moment as he reached around her, taking her hand in his own. Placing a dart between her fingers, Logan leaned down close to her. Holding her delicate hand in his own, Logan stretched her arm out toward the goal.

Leaning his face in next to hers, he whispered in her ear. “Now take aim right off the point of the dart. Look at the target, see the dart striking the center of the target.” He breathed a deep breath, and could feel LaFay do the same. “Relax your grip. Let your tensions go. Allow the dart to lay gently on your fingertips and slowly pull your hand back, bending your elbow. Then just flick the dart to its target.”

LaFay popped the dart forward and it stuck straight in the red center of the board. She turned her head, slowly to his. Her face almost touching his. Dangerously close to his, her lips curled into a bright smile. Their eyes locked, he could feel his heart stop.

*Ding dong, ding, dong dong!*

The piercing tones of LaFay’s cell chimed from her hip. She stepped away and pressed the phone to her ear. Her face squinted as she tried to make out the words from the other end. Without hesitation she quickly left the bar, whipping her jacket over her shoulder. Logan dropped his shoulder and slowly followed her out the door. As he moved through the now busy pub, he caught a glimpse of the old guys laughing in their booth. The larger balding man teasingly tapped his walking cane at Logan.

 

[karlgarside]

Great !

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

Logan held my hand in his. His fingers covering mine as I held the dart, I fought to concentrate. His warm breath on my cheek. My body easily curled into his. The dart left the tips of my fingers, flew across the room sticking straight in the red center of the board.

I turned my head slowly. A smile breaking across my lips. My face a whisper a away from Logan’s own...I could feel the heat from his body. Our eyes locked. I suppressed the moan that was building inside the pit of my stomach.

*Ding dong, ding, dong dong!*

In one fluid move I had stepped away from Logan’s embrace pressing my cell phone to my ear.

"La Fay." I struggled to hear over the music.

"Morgaine, it’s Justin Ward."

I grabbed my leather jacket off the stool making my way through the crowed pub to the car, but not before I heard the razzing of the old timers.

"Justin," my heart raced, a thick knot forming in my chest, "what do you have for me?"

"Well, it’s pretty cut and dry. Sikes fits the MO. His prints were found all over the place, but then so where a lot of others that haven’t been explained. You know he passed a lie detector test. And he has an alibi. Hey La Fay..." I could hear the strain in his voice, "You know the Bureau is on this. I think you better back off."

Alarms flashed through my head.

I hit the gas pedal before Logan had his door shut. Back off my ass.

 

[BigDawg69]

As the darkness of night crept over the city, Logan and LaFay found themselves headed back down toward the docks. LaFay parked the car around the corner from the same seedy hotel they had visited earlier. She hopped from the car and walked casually to the corner. Logan stepped cautiously from the passenger side, taking in his surroundings.

The sky was pitch as coal; a cold breeze blew in the smell of fuel and dead fish from the docks. A couple dumpsters, dented, rusted and graffiti painted lined the narrow alley behind the unmarked sedan. Logan squinted down the alley, a shabby tomcat lapped at a puddle near the center of the dark corridor. Near the end, marked with a large brick wall a metal freight door lead into the old hotel.

“Psst, Logan.” LaFay called to Logan from the corner, “What the Hell are you doing? Let’s go.”

“Chill LaFay, this doesn’t feel right.”

“Oh, so we’re supposed to let the bad guys run around committing crimes until you ‘feel’ right?” She snapped sarcastically.

Logan shot her a look as he joined her on the corner. He could see through the sarcasm in her eyes. She had been with Logan to long to ignore his hunches completely no matter how far fetched. She pointed to a dimly lit window on the second floor.

“That’s Sikes’ room there. The light is on.” LaFay had an air of anticipation, nervous with a hint of fear.

Logan nodded as his steely eyes scanned the street. It was bare, no life. A few cars sat in front of some of the dilapidated buildings; most of those cars were missing key parts such as tires, doors or engines. A couple of the streetlights hung dark, and the one on the far corner flickered with an erratic rhythm. The red neon “Hotel” sign running up the side of the hotel building pulsed a red under glow that permeated the street’s atmosphere.

“I don’t like it LaFay. It’s too easy.” Logan whispered to her, his eyes alert to the street. “I’ll go across the street, keep an eye out. You go talk to the desk dude; see if Sikes’ is in or not. Then come back out and get me. Do NOT go past the lobby with out me.”

LaFay turned to Logan, her blue eyes staring right through him. She nodded slightly and started to walk away. Logan’s arm shot our and grabbed her, stopping her motion instantly. He peered into her eyes, intensity in his own.

“Promise me, LaFay. Promise me.”

LaFay looked down at Logan’s grip and then back to his face. A bolt of energy shot through both of their bodies. A connection was made as his hand gripped her arm. She couldn’t help but to allow a small smile to cross her otherwise pursed lips. She knew he really cared. Right here, right now this is where his heart is and that made her feel safe. The touch, his concern, for the first time, as she looked to him, the idea of catching Sikes was not completely dominating her thoughts.

“I promise. In to the front desk, a few questions and right back out.” She stated to Logan.

Logan’s grip loosened and LaFay walked calmly to the Hotel. Logan slid quietly across the street and leaned into a dark corner of an old closed down butcher shop. Hidden by the deep shadow of the streetlight that had just conceded defeat in its flickering battle against the night, Logan looked intently at the front door of the Hotel. He knew in his heart there would have been no way to convince LaFay not to go in there. Somehow he also felt that the real danger was out here.

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

"Promise me, LaFay. Promise me."

I looked down at Logan’s grip on my arm. My eyes searching his. My heart jumped. A leap of heat spread through my body. I clucked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. Well, well ... What was this? I pushed away at the tingles that desperately wanted to bubble over inside.

"I promise. In to the front desk, a few questions and right back out."

I stepped into the Motel for the second time that day. A low groan whistled past my lips, the same thin man from before leered at me from behind his glass cage. My face void of expression, my eyes never leaving his, as I walked across the lobby.

His lips twitched as he pulled a cigarette from his mouth, smoke billowing in the tiny room. Nervously he ran a shaking hand through his thinning hair.

I walked around to the door on the glass cage. Giving the door knob a little jingle. Locked. I rapped my knuckles on the door. "Open up Ace."

"Lieutenant?" I heard him ask on the other side. Glancing around the door frame, I grasped the doorknob, before heaving my shoulder and hip against the door. It gave away with gentle force, the door swinging open, the nervous man inside jumped back knocked over his stool, banging the back of his head against the wall he was butted up against.

"Hey Ace." I grabbed him by the shoulders, righting him up.

"He’s not here. He was ... but he left again! You can’t just come in here and harass me like this. I know my rights!" Sweat trickled down from his temples. I could smell his fear.

"Hey calm down buddy, I just want to ask you a few questions. Walk with me." I patted his shoulder, easing him out of his comfort zone.

We made our way across the lobby, I opened the door, holding it open with my boot.

"Listen, I just want you to call me when you he comes in." I handed him over my card. "You have nothing to worry about. Are you afraid of something?"

"No-o-o," he stuttered, "I’ve had some trouble in the past, but I’ve been out now for 7 months. I haven’t done anything wrong, I don’t want any trouble."

I watched as the sweat soaked the arm pits of his dirty t-shirt, his eyes pleading with mine, tired wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes.

"Just call me Ace."

I paused at the top of the stairs my eyes falling down to a stray cat on the stoop. Piercing skittish eyes met mine, I started to crouch down to sooth the animal when a slight movement below me caught my attention.

 

[BigDawg69]

Logan looked up and down the street. A cold mist collected in the air and began to settle around. Swirls of the tiny droplets blew through the tightly contained beams of the streetlights. Logan adjusted his jacket and cap against the wetness and sunk deeper into his corner. An old Chevy bumped down the street, its over powered stereo system rattling the windows of the sparkle purple painted car. Logan could not see through the dark black tinted windows, but could hear the laughter of the driver and passengers inside as the land yacht sailed down the street. As Logan watched the car turn the corner a couple block down, movement from the hotel caught his attention.

The alley cat found his way to the stoop and was eating from a small white dish just outside the front door. Logan saw a dark figure emerge from the alley and sulk up the sidewalk. Instinctively, Logan’s hand slid into his jacket and rested on his handgun. The figure looked to be about Logan’s height, wearing a long dirty black trench coat. He had a strange gait, one that suggested an old knee injury of some sort. The shadow from the dark fedora prevented Logan from making out figure’s face.

The figure paused at the base of the stairs to the hotel, resting on the large concrete banister. Logan stepped forward, drawing his gun from the holster, and releasing the safety. The door to the Hotel opened and LaFay stepped back onto the stoop. She was still speaking to someone on the inside. The figure’s head shot up. He froze for a second as LaFay turned. Logan darted into the street; he saw all the color leave LaFay’s face as she peered down the steps to the figure on the sidewalk.

“FREEZE!” LaFay yelled as her hand quickly went inside her jacket.

“DON’T MOVE!” Logan yelled from behind as the dark figure lifted a gun from under his trench coat.

A loud crack echoed throughout the block as muzzle flash illuminated the front stoop of the hotel. Quickly three more deafening bangs rang out through the mist. LaFay fell back against the door, her shoulder crashing through the glass panel. The figure dropped to the sidewalk spinning around, more cracks of gunfire blistered through the night. Logan sprang toward the landing, the figure hunched away down the street, dragging one leg and leaving a trail of red.

“LAFAY!” Logan screamed as he held his weapon toward the figure. He spat off one more shot just as the dark shooter fell through the door of the next building down.

“Go get him!” LaFay shouted as Logan mounted the stairs to his fallen partner. “Fucking forget about me and get that asshole!” There was intense anger in her voice as she struggled to sit up. “I’m ok, now go!”

“He’s gone LaFay. I’m not leaving you.” Logan kneeled next to her. He quickly pulled out a handkerchief and folded it, placing it on her wound near her shoulder. “Are you hit anywhere else?” He looked to her enraged eyes.

“No.”

The front desk clerk opened the door rattling the glass chunks that now littered the entryway. “Oh shit, I better call the cops!” The clerk muttered as he looked down at LaFay and Logan.

LaFay managed a smile and chuckle. “We are the cops you dolt.”

Logan reached over and lifted LaFay into his arms and carried her down the stairs to the car. “I’m driving this time, Lieutenant bar or not.” Logan joked as he gently laid her in the passenger side. “Pierce is going to bust a vein when he hears about this.” He smiled as he looked into LaFay’s eyes. They shared a smile as their eyes locked. “Don’t worry LaFay, that asshole shot my partner, he’s going down now.” Logan winked and gently kissed her forehead.

“Logan?” LaFay said to Logan as he sat in the driver’s seat.

“Yes?”

“I’ve been shot.”

“I know, we’re going to the hospital now.” The car sped off into the night.

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

Visions flash before my eyes , screaming by like ghosts in a subway window.

I hear familiar voices.

I see strangers faces.

Everyone hovering over me.

The fog in my head is thick.

And the smell that feels my passages is something heavy.

I feel sleepy. I can’t remember ever feeling this tired before.

My eyes fight the drug that fills my senses and runs through my blood. Squinting I see Logan in the corner, his arms folded over his chest. The Captain is talking to him, but Logan isn’t listening to him. His eyes are on mine.

I try to sit up, but my limbs feel like lead weights. Sweet Jesus, the pain! My thoughts spiral in a tailspin in my head.

 

[BigDawg69]

A blurry of flashing lights, loud sirens, accompanied the flurry of almost chaotic activity that greeted Logan as he carried LaFay through the large sliding doors to the trauma unit. She was whisked from his arms onto a gurney and quickly wheeled away. Logan plodded along behind the team of doctors and nurses as they worked furiously on the limp Lieutenant. Logan stood back just a bit intent on listening to the doctors and nurses working on his partner.

Logan had seen more than his fair share of gunshot victims, and had been among emergency rooms more harried than this one. This was different to him. This time it was LaFay. Fear swept through his soul with the fury of a flash flood. He marveled in her beauty even as she lay still, color draining from her face, the nurses and doctors poking her, and prodding her. Soon there were beeps, and machines reporting back on her heart, and blood pressure. Logan lost himself in the memory of the darts earlier at the pub and the thousand other moments he had ‘almost’ shared with her over the years. How close they had stood to each other. How he felt with her boy next to his.

‘GODDAMN IT LOGAN!” Pierce screamed as he clomped up to Logan, “What the fucking Christ were you two doing down there?” He stood right next to Logan, staring up at the taller Detective. “I thought I made it clear to you your job was to keep her away from this case? What the holy fuck were you doing? I want to know!”

Logan ignored the pest of a man as he watched LaFay intently. He thought he could see some color slowly seeping back into her peaceful face. He stared at her features. There was a peace there, but Logan could also see an inner turmoil, still raging just beneath the surface in spite of the drugs and loss of blood.

“LOGAN! What are you completely deaf?” Pierce raised his voice a few decibels and in doing so raised his voice an octave as well. This was enough to cause a couple of the people working on LaFay to turn to him, but Logan still stood resolute as if he was holding on for LaFay. With a nod from the lead doctor a large orderly moved over and wedged his large chest between Logan and Capt. Pierce. This sent Pierce into a tirade that lead to little more than louder higher pitched screaming. The much larger orderly took several small steps widening the gap between Pierce and Logan, until Pierce gave up and stormed off toward the vending machines.

Just as Pierce had walked away the doors to the ER flew open to a chaotic scene of flashing lights and sirens screaming. A stretcher surrounded by more doctors flew through the door and down the hall, followed quickly by a group of very straight laced men dressed in dark business suits. Logan watched the activity from the corner of his eye, not moving from his vigil for LaFay. Shortly the lobby and trauma areas were flooded with more men wearing the typical FBI blue windbreakers. Many had pads and pens and were questioning anyone who stood long enough. Even Pierce was accosted by one of the G-men and launched into his own new tirade.

Logan overheard several of the FBI guys speaking about Sikes, and how they found him. It was clear to Logan that the FBI found Sikes dead, and would take full credit for ridding society of this menace. Logan sighed with relief. He looked down a LaFay.

The activity around LaFay slowed as the doctors slowly began to peel off and see other patients. At last the final nurse made a few adjustments to LaFay’s pillows and pulled the curtain around the bed and Logan. She stopped to put a helping hand on Logan’s shoulder. “She lost a lot of blood. Most of us would not have survived it, but there’s a whole bunch of fight in this one. Her shoulder will be sore for a while, but otherwise she’ll be ok.” The nurse stepped quietly out into the fray of the surrounding ER.

Logan stepped forward to LaFay. Taking her hand gently into his own, Logan kneeled down next to her face. He lightly brushed her sweat tipped hair from her closed eyes. “It’s all over LaFay.” Logan whispered to her. “You don’t have to fight anymore. They got the bastard. You can relax now. Concentrate on getting better.”

Logan gently pressed his lips to her forehead with a warm kiss. She responded by gripping his hand slightly. Among the chaos of the hectic ER, Logan sat with his partner.

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

I woke some time later. Much later I assumed. The room was dimly lit. I could hear the soft whisper of voices in the hallways. The sound of pushing carts. Charts closing.

My head rolled lazily from the left and then to the right. The strain on my neck sent a searing pain into my right shoulder. Heat of fire rocked through my body. Tiny beads of perspiration formed at my temples. I slammed my head back with frustration on the pillows behind me. Pouting, a heavy sigh slipped from my parted lips.

And that’s when I noticed Logan. All 6’4 of him slumped into a tiny chair next the right side of my bed. His legs stretched out, his feet crossed at the ankles on the end of my bed. His left hand reaching out to me, resting next to my leg.

I reached across to him with my good hand, wincing slightly. Trailing a finger across the top of his hand lightly. Not entirely sure I wanted to wake him just yet. Gently I turned his hand over in mine. Placing my own hand on top of his, palm to palm. I lost my self at times staring at those hands of his. Imagining them deftly moving up my back, grasping my hair in his hands, tugging at it. Logan’s shocked me when his fingers threaded through mine.

He laughed lightly, amused that he had taken me off guard.
Hey La Fay.

It was a rare occurrence for me to blush...this was one of them. God if he had only known what I had been thinking just then.

Sikes is dead I heard him say. The tingles that were starting to build inside from moments ago popped one by one.

I nodded my head, not looking at him. I wanted to leave. Be in my own bed if I was to be on rest. See Jersey my chocolate lab. Logan, take me home.

 

[BigDawg69]

Logan peered up at his partner with weary eyes that seemed to smile all on their own. His hair wild atop his head from his hand and sleep on the chair. Logan had not left LaFay’s side since he carried her into the hospital. He wanted to be with her, somehow he felt she was comforted by his presence, and he knew being there comforted him.

A nurse burst into the room carrying a tray of pills and water for LaFay. “Here you are dear, these will help with the pain.” The gentle older nurse said as she placed the tray on the rolling table in front of LaFay.

“Nurse?” Logan started, “When can she go home?”

“Well she’s been shot you know, and she’s lost a lot of blood.” The nurse spoke softly as she poured some water in a cup and checked the IV bag. “But the Doctor will be down shortly to check on her. He will know more.”

The nurse quietly bowed from the room, leaving the two alone again. LaFay slowly rolled her head to Logan, looking at his tired eyes.

“I’m sorry, Logan.”

“Sorry? For What?” Logan shot back, his eyes turning to hers. “Why the Hell are you sorry?”

“Don’t get to excited Logan, I’m only sorry that nurse wasn’t a young hot babe for you. You must be somewhat disappointed.” LaFay managed a weak smile and a couple chuckles that clearly spread in pain.

Logan chuckled himself and gently leaned forward to wipe some hair from LaFay’s forehead. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, LaFay.” He leaned in close to her. Their eyes locked, their breath mingled. Time slowed and the world around them dissolved as they spoke volumes to each other without speaking a word. A magnetism drew Logan’s face yet closer to LaFay’s. He could feel his heart begin to beat faster, a strange warmth enveloped him. He felt as though his heart were about to leap from his chest as he drew dangerously close to her.

“Let’s see how the brave patient is this morning.” The tall thin doctor said as he backed through the door.

Logan shot up and walked around the end of the bed to meet the doctor. The two shook hands as the doctor picked up her chart and began to browse through the notes. He made his way to LaFay’s side taking her wrist and began to count her heartbeats.


“Hmmm yes yes.” The doctor muttered and scribbled some notes.

Logan stood behind the doctor looking at LaFay. She was looking past the doctor at Logan. The two smiled over the doctor and shrugged as the doctor continued to mutter and peer through the chart. Finally the doctor replaced the chart on its hook at the end of the bed.

“Can I take her home?” Logan asked.

“This remarkable young lady is lucky to be alive.” The doctor started, “But her recovery is moving quickly and I think she is doing quite well.” The doctor peered at Logan over the top of his half reading glasses. “She’ll need some care?”

“I’ll watch her.” Logan offered. He knew how important it would be for LaFay to get back to her home.

The doctor eyed Logan for a moment then smiled down at LaFay. “You’ll have to wait on her.”

“I will.”
Lift his smile to show teeth the doctor spoke to LaFay. “You’re very lucky to have a friend such as him. He’s saved you life, and is continuing to do so. That is he’s saving you from more hospital food!”

LaFay smile at the thin man, his white lab coat hanging from his shoulders as if it were still on the hanger. He turned to Logan and spoke in a very fatherly fashion. “Now she has lost most of her own blood, and so you need to be with her constantly for at least the next twenty-four to thirty-six hours. If anything changes you bring her back here immediately. Understand?”

“I understand.” Answered Logan reverently.

“Alright then, I’ll draw up the release papers, and the nurse will be back in to get you all checked out.”

Logan walked the doctor to the door, thanking him. As he shut the door behind the slight man, Logan turned back to LaFay. She laid there, a half smile grazed across her lips. Logan felt that in spite of the ordeal and the pain, she never looked so beautiful to him as she did right at this moment.

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

"Is this really necessary?" I snapped as the nurse wheeled me down the corridor, Logan smirking his devilish boy grin at me.

"Yes it is Lieutenant, hospital policy." The soles of her rubber shoes squeaked behind me.

Double doors opened as my chairs rolled up to the entrance, our unmarked vehicle, the sad little excuse sat right outside. The nurse threw the locks on the chair as Logan opened the passenger door.

I watched as Logan came over to my wheel chair, he bent down , slid an arm under my legs, the other around my back. "Your chariot awaits La Fay." His lips brushed across my ear. I tingled. Tiny bubbles of pleasure ran through my blood from the built up of pressure.

I sat in the passenger seat for the second time that day. In my green scrubs shirt, my arm in a sling.

Outside, the moon dipped and teased through thick clouds. Logan’s rolled down his window, slid a Marlboro between his lips. I watched in a trance as he flicked his lighter. The glow of the amber. The seductive trail of cigarette smoke leading up from his pursed lips escaping out the open window.

I dozed off as we drove in silence. When I awoke Logan was carrying me. Effortlessly he carried me through my apartment, up the stairs to my bedroom on the second floor. Jersey, my chocolate lab in tow, her wet nose nudging Logan’s leg as we went.

I was groggy. My eyes heavy with fatigue. I squirmed lazily as he placed me on my bed. He stood next to me, his eyes taking in the sanctuary of my room. I saw my private space through his eyes.

My bed, a thick heavy arch of old wood, hand carved many years ago. Shades of white splashing in the mix of old wood. White pillows covered the head of the bed. Soft white throws tossed about. Billowing white gauzy curtains. The mantle by the fireplace lined with curious knick-knacks. A shot glass from Syd's, a stone of the purest white surrounded in a mesh of copper wire hanging from a leather cord, a small box with a tiny pad lock on it.

Logan's eyes met mine. A smile slid effortlessly across his mouth. His mouth looked ripe, delicious even. Plump lips carved out by the gods. Ready for the taking. A thrill whispered through me, leaving me tingling. My body hummed. Purred. I waited.

 

[BigDawg69]

Logan placed LaFay gently on the bed. She loosely adjusted to a comfortable position as his arms slid from beneath her. He stood and looked around her bedroom. His trained eye observed her personal surroundings for the first time. In the years of their partnership on the force, Logan had never even crossed the threshold of her front door, much less ventured to her bedroom.

Just as Logan had dreamed, LaFay’s home was comfortable, warm. Her chocolate lab sniffed at his heels since the moment he had walked through the door. She sniffed curiously and protectively watching Logan’s every move. Logan reached down allowing her to sniff his hand before gently stroking the soft hair over the top of the dog’s head. Her mouth broke into a signature puppy wide smile as her tongue unfolded into a friendly pant.

Logan looked up at LaFay just as she lazily rolled her head to him. His eyes met hers and elicited a smile from Logan. Logan’s heart leaped into his throat as the air thickened with anticipation. A moment passed. Logan’s muscles locked, another moment passed. Logan breathed in deep, not breaking the lock of her eyes. He moved a step closer, the temperature rose. The dog sat on the hard wood floor not making a sound.

Logan smiled down at the resting angel as his hand reached forward and lightly brushed small ringlets of hair from LaFay’s forehead. As his fingers delicately drifted across her soft skin a light rain began to fall. The delicate sound of droplets tinkling on the windows stirred only the dog’s head. Their eyes locked in a mental embrace; Logan and LaFay’s faces drew dangerously close. The sound of the rain grew steady as the drops fell harder. Their breath intermingled as Logan’s mouth hung just above LaFay. LaFay opened her mouth slightly in anticipation. Just as Logan’s lips grazed the edge of LaFay’s a bright flash of lightening filled the room with brilliant blue light. Immediately a loud clap of thunder that lingered with the booming low rumbles underscored the passion that ignited as their lips met in a heated kiss. The storm blew the rain against the panes. Logan held LaFay tight as they shared a passionate embrace, their lips pressed into each other.

 

[BigDawg69]

Bump . . .

Perhaps Mogaine will post something new?

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

Outside the rain continued to fall, beads of water ran on the outside of the glass, a silent explosion illuminating the sky of the dark city below.

My hand reached out, resting on Logan’s chest, I could feel his heart beat beneath my palm. This might be a mistake , I thought. And yet, surely not my first.

I tasted him for the first time. I took his kiss, slow and deep. Letting the flow of him linger on my tongue. He was the quench for my thirst.

With my good arm, I tugged Logan down onto the bed with me until he rested next to me, leaning into him. I toyed with his lips. Tracing the sculpted lines with my tongue. Robbing his system. Tormenting the man.

Logan held my face in his hands. Our breath mingling together, he looked at me through those dark, heavy lashes of his. His thumbing rubbing across my bottom lip as he breathed my name. My first name. He never uses my first name.

My head swam through thick, muddled thoughts. The sound of pounding rain and distant thunder rolled on through the night, knocking on my door.

I gave up my need for control and let myself curl into his body.

 

[BigDawg69]

Logan sank into the bed next to LaFay. His heart pounded as their lips met again in a passionate embrace. He was amazed at how comfortable she felt next tom him. How perfectly they fit. He gently moved his fingers through her long tendrils of soft hair. His eyes locked on hers. Her breath was so sweet; her taste was so sensual.

LaFay curled on the bed laying her head on Logan’s chest. Her toyed with hair and rubbed his strong hands down her back, releasing the stress and pain trapped in her muscles. LaFay slowly unbuttoned his shirt as kissed his bare chest below. Her warm hand slid beneath the fabric of his shirt and caressed his chest. Logan leaned forward and kissed the top of her head.

LaFay closed her eyes and relaxed into Logan. He continued to gently rub her back. She drifted into a deep sleep, as Logan relaxed into the pillows. He felt at home. The dog jumped onto the foot of the bed and curled snuggly against the footboard. Logan could swear he saw the dog wink at him as she closed her big puppy brown eyes. He smiled warmly thinking only one word to himself, “Finally.”

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

The rain continued to pound against the window panes, the early morning sky was painted a smoky gray shadowed by dark strokes of near darkness.

My cell phone rang with in the room.

My eyes opened, scanning my room. Logan slept next to me fully clothed, unconcerned by the ringing of the phone. Jersey my chocolate lab sprawled out at the foot of the bed, slept on as well, undisturbed. I braced my hand on his thigh, leaning up in bed, a deep pain seared through my arm and chest. With my arm held tightly to my chest in a sling, I sat up, glancing over at my cell resting on the night stand next to Logan. Ringing. I placed my good hand on his chest, resting my weight there as I swung my leg over his hips, straddling him, my ass snug in lap. I reached for my phone. My head clouded, flipped it open “La Fay,” I mumbled in a rush, my speech thick with sleep.

"La Fay, it’s Captain Pierce..." The fogged parted in my head, my mind alert. The captains voice didn’t hold it’s usual tone. There was no harsh yelling this time. He sounded troubled and almost nervous.

I watched Logan stir in his sleep. He ran his hands over his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked up at me. A smile forming the gentle curves of his lips. My heart skipped a fraction of a beat. A feeling of seduction filled my senses, my thighs flanked around Logan’s waist.

I half listened as the captain told me what I already knew, that I was on medical leave. I would need to get into physical rehab as soon as possible.

Logan started to open his mouth to speak when I firmly clapped my hand over his lips. I gave him a look, my steely gaze washing over him. I smiled down at him. Unaware of Captain Pierce on the other end of the line, Logan toyed with the end of the green scrubs shirt I wore home from the hospital. His large hands fanning over my thighs, sliding up my hips. He took his time. A painstakingly slow pace. I could feel the heat of his touch through my worn levi’s. I squired in his lap.

"La Fay," Captain Pierce began, I could hear his rickety breath over the phone, I could almost picture him sitting behind his desk, his head in his hands, his eyes diverted down at his desk, his eyes boring into a spot on the wood.

"Given the situation of the case, the nature, I would normally let this slide, but its out of my hands now. You shouldn’t have been there last night, so don’t even try to tell me it was a coincidence. The department has put you on a two week suspension

"Captain..." he cut me off before I could protest. "La Fay, let it go. The feds aren’t going to file a investigation against the department. What you need right now is to rest, heal that arm of yours. And let go of the past."

I flipped the phone shut, tossed it on the mattress. The only things truly in the past were those that were forgotten. I would never forget Sikes. Or the pain he caused my family.


I looked across the room, my eyes resting on my leather jacket that Logan had dropped on an oversized chair cushion the night before. My eyes zeroing in on the bullet hole in the shoulder of my jacket.

I groaned, "Sweet Jesus, will you look what that asshole did to my favorite jacket?"

 

[BigDawg69]

With my hands resting on La Fay’s soft smooth upper thigh, I could not control the surge I felt below her. I diverted my eyes to her jacket. A charred hole in the shoulder, some deep red stains around the edges signified the entry point of Sike’s bullet. Almost instantly my mind reeled with the vivid memory of La Fay’s body catapulted backwards into the door of the hotel. Fear and anger consumed me as my memory slowed to a painstaking pace. I watched from outside the scene as her arms flew up and her body collapsed. I was shocked by the force of the fall bouncing her head and knocking the wind from her already gasping lungs. I watched her hair, as it seemed to fly forward and then light down around her face, the color draining quickly from it.

La Fay turned her head and shifted her weight on me, snapping me back from the horrid memory. I looked straight into her eyes, and without warning sat-up I took her face in my hands and kissed her full lips. She was shocked at first, but quickly reciprocated with a long deep kiss. Our lips caressed each other in a passionate embrace. Our tongues found their way to the tips of our open mouths. I allowed my hand to slide from her porcelain cheeks and down gently over shoulders. I pulled her tight to me; I could feel her press against my growing arousal.

La Fay broke the kiss and looked at me almost inquisitively. The slight movement of her hips against me gave away her increasing passion as she looked into my eyes.

“What’s going on here, Logan?” She asked through a devilish grin.

“That asshole almost took you away from me. I don’t ever want to loose you.” I smiled back at her, kissing the tip of her nose.

“That’s what I was hoping.” She cooed. I’d never heard La Fay coo before, to be quite honest I didn’t think she knew how, but I liked it. The devilish grin spread across her face and through her eyes as she lifted my shirt toward my head.

I helped La Fay pull my shirt off, and closed my eyes to the warm sensation of her hands rubbing across my chest. Her eyes followed her hands down to the waistline of my jeans. She barely pushed her fingertips just below the jeans and ran them along from my hips to my belly. The very tip of her finger nudged across the tip of my hardening cock. Her eyes shot to mine, looking at me seductively through the tendrils of hair that hung in front of her face.

Our eyes locked in their own embrace slowly she unbuttoned my jeans. I lowered my hands to her legs, once again taking long slow strokes up her tightly clothed thighs. I allowed my thumbs to arch over the top of her thighs and down the perfect inside curve. She pushed me back down to the bed. Her legs straddling mine, she moved slowly on top of me. I lifted the tails of her shirt, and slowly started to pull it over her head. Emerging from beneath the green shirt her eyes shot to mine. I could only hold the stare for a moment before I could no longer control the urge to look down over her perfectly rounded breasts.

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

His finger tips grazed my nipples, I felt the muscles in my thighs quiver. I looked at Logan’s face and smiled. Through the curtain of my hair I watched him, feeling like a voyeur.

His large hands encircling my breasts. He leaned forward, his eyes glancing up at mine. I felt like my breath was being strangled in my throat as his tongue flicked out, lapping at one hardened nipple. I took sheer pleasure in watching the lust in his eyes.

I could feel hot blood pulsing through my veins, the heat rushing to my cheeks. The control he took. Holding himself back. His movements made slow, liquid motion. As if he was memorizing every inch of skin on my body.

Free of my doctor-poser shirt now, free of my sling, free of the fear that haunted me, except the bandage that was taped to the right side of my collar bone and shoulder. I let my hands explore his body. Roaming his hot flesh. I pressed myself farther down in his lap, clad in only faded levi’s, I could feel my wetness soaking through.

A small smile playing along the corners of my lips. Logan inhabited me like no other man ever had. He’s my partner. The forbidden. The untouchable, until this very moment. Everything was about to change.

 

[BigDawg69]

Slowly I allowed my fingers to drape down from LaFay’s hardened nipples over the firmness of her breasts. My hands glided gently over the soft smooth skin of her belly and to the waist band of her faded Levi’s. The smile that brightened her face, lifted my soul.

As I slowly unbuttoned the fly of her jeans, she also began to pull the zipper down on mine. Our eyes locked on each other. My breathing became short and the room felt warmer. LaFay leaned forward, lifting herself off of me. Kissing me passionately, she pulled my jeans from around my waist, exposing my very hardness. The storm outside raged as the wind shifted around the buildings driving waves of rain into the windows, punctuated with claps of thunder that rolled into the distance.

My eyes rolled back into my head as LaFay’s lean fingers found their way up my thighs and over my hips. She toyed with me as she rubbed the skin around me but not yet touching. My own hands delved through her opened fly and into the soft trimmed patch of hair that tipped her mound. Adjusting briefly to allow me to pull her jeans down over her curves, LaFay bit at my lip and toyed with my tongue.

The room flashed with the blue light of another lightening strike followed quickly by a loud booming thunder. The bedside table lamp flickered and flashed out. Through the furious rain on the windows, distant sirens could be heard.

I could feel LaFay’s wet arousal as she sat back down on me. My hardened shaft tucked gently up the length of her moistened and swollen labia. Her warmth surrounded me as she began to move slowly back and forth on top of me. Her mouth opened with a gasp of breath as the tip of my cock pressed forward through her lips and touched the tip of her burgeoning clit. My eyes closed as I felt all that I had ever dreamed of and more with her pressed against me.

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

Two glorious sounds surrounded me. The wavering of Logan’s uneven breath. And the rain steadily tapping against the window panes. The sensations swam around me.

Every intake of air he took sent shivers through me like chilled finger tips running up my back. From the inside out. I heard his gasp of surprise when I slid myself farther down on top of him. Feeling my inner walls stretch to his excitement. I took a moment, leaning into him.

Brushing my lips swollen from arousal across his. Not kissing him, but feeling the texture of his skin against mine. Teasing him. Gently nibbling at the corners of his mouth, slipping my tongue inside to find him hot. Wet as I was inside. I let my tongue skim over his jaw. He tasted salty. I found myself missing the taste of him, only it was a hunger for something I hadn’t experienced until now.

He moaned in my mouth as I fastened my lips over his. My breath coming short, I needed his breath to breathe. Cocking my head to the side, a curtain of honeyed ringlets hanging over my eyes. I licked at the hollow of his neck, feeling his pulse quicken. Feeling his blood pumping.

I closed my eyes as I leaned in closer, taking his scent inside me. My mind was near overload as my hands fanned out along his back, feeling his lean muscles tighten under my touch. A low moan filled the room.

I bit in to his skin when his hands slid down my body, cupping my ass, pressing me deeper as he filled me. Slowly I began to rock my hips. My hips rising above his, my muscles holding onto each stroke.

 

[BigDawg69]

My head pressed back into LaFay’s soft pillows as she began to rock her hips on top of me. I closed my eyes in pure pleasure as her teeth scraped across my neck and I could feel her muscles gripping me deep inside her. Slowly she massaged me with her undulating hips and gripping muscles. Her warm wetness surrounded and encompassed the length of my hardened arousal.

I reached forward rubbing my hands along the outside of LaFay’s luscious thighs stroking the gentle curve of her hips. Rubbing my hands around her waist I gripped her perfectly round ass as I forced my cock deeper inside her wet velvet pussy. LaFay’s headshot back flinging the ringlets of hair over her shoulder. Her mouth opened and a moan escaped as our pace began to quicken.

Her movements quicken with mine. Our breathing in sync became shorter. Small moans and whimpers of pleasure escaped through LaFay’s opened mouth. Her hands pressed into my chest as her hips bucked against mine. My head rolled on the pillows as the intensity and passion grew. I could feel her squeezing me tighter. My cock began to jerk inside her. With a loud yell LaFay fell down onto me, her mouth consuming my own. She moaned into me as her hips bucked wildly on top of me and her muscles seized me. She lifted her head with a moan and swung her hair around. A powerful orgasm ripped through her body causing her to spasm on me. My own cock shot straight as my balls tightened. With unprecedented force I thrust my cock deep inside LaFay and erupted in a seamy stream of my own orgasm.

Slowly our movements’ clamed and the action subsided. LaFay lay relaxed onto of me. Her head curled under the nook of my chin, she lightly toyed with the hairs on my chest. Tremors of the after effects of our passion rippled through her body. I laid my head back and wrapped my long arms around her. Rubbing the soft smooth skin of her back. My cock rested inside her still as we lay there lost the comfort of being as one.