Prime suspect

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What happens when your abusive almost ex boyfriend ends up dead?

You end up as the prime suspect.

And when the lead investigator is hot enough to star on one of those CSI shows, well let's just say it's very confusing to be questioned by a man you want to screw until the cows come home.

Opening scene:

The body of a dark haired man laying face down, no obvious blood, but the room is in disarray. A woman is crying curled up in the corner, her long dark hair concealing her face. She insists she came home and found him this way....

 

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The cops were already at the scene when detective David Casey came to the scene. A few of investigator taking pictures of the dead man on the floor before he was covered up by a sheet. David took a look under, no blood to show any point of entry, the body wasn't cold, the man just died recently.... something wasn't right. "So what happened" he asked one of police officers, his tone soft yet smooth. "Man dead at the scene, no wounds, nothing.... could be have died from an internal bleeding or anything". David looked over at the crying woman, he face covered by her hair "The man's girlfriend" replied the cop, "she say she found him like this when he came home".

David stood up as he walked to the woman. The coroners were already there to take the body away and check for a cause of death. The woman was in shock, that much was know to David, it's not everyday you see your dead boyfriend on the floor and being taken away in a body bag. He kneeled down to her looking under her hair to see her face. "Mam..." he said to "My name is David Casey, I'm here to investigate this case. Would you mind telling what happened her?"

 

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Tear tracks were evident on her face as she looked up at the man. He was way too good looking to be a cop. Her voice came out in strangled hoarse tones as if she'd screamed for a good long while. Despite that or perhaps because of it, she sounded all throaty and sexy.

"I was working a double at the diner," she ommited that she was working a double to stay out of the house, that she'd been hoping he'd be asleep by the time she got home, that she deliberately took the long way home. That at some moment she'd realized that if she'd taken the quickest route she probably would have found him alive, and therefore her alibi was worthless. It seemed the smart thing to let them discover time of death and correlate it themselves.

She swept her long dark tangled hair back away from her face, revealing green brown eyes glistening from tears. "Can I get something to drink?" she doubted alcohol was in order, but anything to delay this seemed like a good idea.

She wasn't going to volunteer that the place had looked like this after there last fight this morning. She had wanted him dead, and that would only make her look guilty. "I nudged him with my foot hoping to wake him up, then I yelled at him, then took his pulse." She knew they would find evidence of her actions, and in this telling a lie would only hurt her.

Now half her thoughts were that the bastard had deserved it, and she hoped the officer wouldn't notice the bruises on her body, she'd covered them up pretty well for work after all. The rest of her thoughts were focused on his crotch as it was even with him kneeling tantalizingly close to eye level, besides she knew looking into his eyes would be a mistake.

She tried to recall if he had asked her, her name, as she felt the blood pounding fear slowly turn into a blood pounding headache.

 

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David could by look in her eyes that she been crying lately. The tears had dried the moisture around her lids and made her eyes red, if she was acting she deserved an Oscar. She was a doll, no doubt in David's mind that cleaned up well, though from the looks of it she hadn't had a good night sleep in sometime, relationship problems perhaps? He didn't much evidence to draw to that conclusion so he listened to her story.

With her still in her waitress outfit, it sort of checked out her working the double shift, a simple visit to her work could confirm it. So far, her story checked out the small imprint on the guy's wrist confirmed her checking his pulse. "Detective Casey" said one of the officers. David stood up as he looked at the woman "why don't you go get that drink" he said as he let her go, nodding at on of the other officers to keep an eye on her.

He followed the officer who called him into the living room, it was mess but David had already seen this tossing it signs of a struggle. "Sir look at this" said the officer as he showed him the broken lamp. The carpet was burned a bit where the light had broke, and by the look of slight shoe print on the carpet someone took snuffed this out, if this was made today the burn could have potentially started a fire, but it cold meaning this was done prior to the murder. The puzzle pieces were coming together but the were too far apart to connect.

There was no other choice, the house would have to be secured in order to search for evidence. The woman would have to leave. David went other to her to let her know the news. "Ma'am...." he began "I hate to tell you this, but we to close this place off for evidence, is there anyplace you can stay a friend.... if not we can arrange something for you Miss....". David was a bit embarrassed in all this time, he didn't even get her name.

 

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He let her go to the kitchen, and after a lot of thought she pulled out a can of Coke. She popped the lid and downed the cold fizzy soda. She wanted to throw in a shot or two of rum, but noticed the bottle wasn't where it should be and a quick glance told her it had been tossed carelessly in the recycling and only the thick glass had kept if from breaking.

After all she wasn't sure if she'd need to drive away... Though even without the alcohol she wasn't in much shape to drive. It took her a few moment for her to realize that she was "ma'am" as she was the only woman in the area. She finally looked at him, her hand shaking only slightly as she put the can down. She felt lucky she had eaten at work, the last thing she needed now was an empty stomach. Then again perhaps she was lucky she hadn't thrown up.

Friends, that was a joke. Any potential friend he had scared off, she just shook her head. A place to stay, there would be an expense she could ill afford. Then again since Damien wasn't draining her paycheck, perhaps it wouldn't be the end of the world. Of course right now she barely had enough in her checking account to pay for gas and her tank was running close to empty, especially now that she had taken the long way home.

She elaborated, "No, I don't have any place to go." Mickie ran her fingers through her hair again.

"Canton, Mickayla Canton."

 

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David nodded "Alright" he said in a quiet tone as he then turned away. The poor girl didn't have anybody. It was a damn shame, it broke his heart to see someone so cute be so alone. He could relate in some way, he had always too busy to find anyone, and even if he did there was always the fear of never coming home. He never wanted to put anyone though that. He looked around the place as he stood there, a investigator taking pictures, checking the place for any sort of evidence. David didn't need to be there, the trail was cold chocked up to a simple heart attack or alcohol poisoning and until they got more evidence he was done here.

He turned back to Mickie, looking into her eyes as he began to speak. "I'm pretty sure you want to get some rest, Ms. Canton" he was being formal, his badge was still one so he had to be professional even if his hormones were telling him otherwise. He almost wished he met her first, that way he'd have someone to go home to and she'd never have to be in this mess, but if wishes were true everyone would be looking up at the stars. "the department will set you up with a room to stay for the night, I'll take you there. do you need to take anything before you leave?"

 

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A free night, well it would certainly be better than trying to sleep here. Sleep, she didn't think she could sleep. She nodded and felt someone shadow her to the bedroom where she grabbed a bag and tossed in the contents of her underwear drawer, the colorful lacy things. Damien had bought all her current underwear, having destroyed what she had before. She shuddered slightly, wondering how she was going to wash her uniform. Mickie snagged her spare uniform, and a silky little thing that barely counted as pajamas. Then searching deep in the back she found a pair of sweat pants she'd managed to hide, and tossed in a few tank tops and skirts for good measure.

In her dazed mind she forgot her birth control as she zipped the bag up, realizing how much he had controlled how she had dressed in the privacy of their bedroom. She looked forward to buying clothes for herself.

She snagged her purse, which had her keys, wallet and other essentials in it before heading to the door. She was feeling numb, she was all cried out. It wasn't until she was getting into a car, that she even noticed who was driving, her nerves flaring from tense from fear to tense with desire.

Mickie wasn't sure how she managed to buckle her seat belt, unaware that her very short uniform was showing far too much leg.

 

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There wasn't much talking between the two as David drove to the motel. There wasn't much to say after all, until he got word otherwise, Mickie was a person of interest. She had been through hell, that much was clear but it looked she had been there on more occasions than one. He kept his eyes on the road, the various lights of the stores reflecting of the wet asphalt soaked by the light drizzle that came down. He didn't look at Mickie, he was afraid to. He didn't want her give her the wrong impression, his job would have been against it. He left her to her misery.

When David got to the motel, he was disgusted. This couldn't have been the right place he thought, but it was the one on the paper he was given. This girl didn't deserve this not with what she's been through. She'd had a better chance seeing another dead body here than anywhere else. He sighed, taking a look at Mickie, "Maybe it would be better if you stayed at my place" he said as he drove off and back onto the road. He didn't why he offered, maybe it was out of pity, maybe her skirt was just short enough, or maybe he just wanted the company but he couldn't take it back. Even if it meant his job, he'd take her in. His apartment was big enough, she'd could sleep on the couch for the time being. He only hoped that she would be comfortable.

 

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She found herself looking out the window. The world looked pretty much how she felt, wet from the rain, dark dreary, the grime of day still clinging in places. It seemed appropriate that it was a dark gloomy night and not a bright day. She had not thought about who had killed Damien, in her mind it had just been an accident, that he'd tripped and hit his head and never gotten up.

Yet somehow she was able to believe that and believe that she was a suspect. They were driving to a seedier section of road and when he pulled into the...hotel? motel? notel? she was not sure what she'd call it, but she had a feeling bed bugs were in her future.

When he relunctantly offered to take her to his place, she wasn't sure why her heart was suddenly pounding again. She could still smell the tinge of death and fried food clinging to her. There was no way he was thinking what she was thinking.

Mickie was thinking of working out all her pain, rage, anguish, and desire while fucking him in a variety of positions. In nearly all of them her hair was freshly washed, and she bite her lower lip as desire surged through her body.

"Sure," the one word was a brief blurted acknowledgement, as she crossed her legs and her one foot started wiggling nervously.

 

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After a small exit, the had arrived at his apartment. David being the gentlemen went to open the door as he led her to his place. The complex was nice, the tenants a compilation of single men, newly weds, and old couples. It was a safe complex, perhaps because they had a cop living around the place. David's apartment was on the far side of the complex on the east, two other apartments above his, both empty I guess not many people fancy living near the law.

He unlocked the door, taking a look at Mickie just to make sure she was still there. Letting her stay here was a mistake, but he was sucker for a pretty. But it wasn't like they were going to have hours of sex. Regardless he was a man of his word as he opened the door. The place was clean to say the least, the the reason for that seemed more because it hadn't been lived. When your life becomes you life, you only come home to sleep. "If you need to take a shower, the bathroom's on the left" he said as he went to sit down, taking off his shoes. He was more or less glad to be home.

 

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She dropped her bag and purse quickly, and at the mention of a hot shower she perked up a little bit. Mickie nodded in thanks as the headed in the right direction, only realizing she'd left her clothes behind once she was in the shower.

The warm water started washing away the scent of work almost immediately. She smiled at his soap, one of those manly pure bars of soap. Simple and sexy, she luxuriated in the feel of the water upon her skin, her nipples tightening in excitement as her hands ran slowly along her body. Was it being in his shower, or just a strange man's shower? or any shower other than her own. Damien had threatened 'sharing' her, at the moment it still seemed like cheating to just be thinking of fucking another man. She didn't confuse the thought with love, what she wanted was animalistic, hungry, mixed with a tender streak that had been lacking with Damien.

She almost began to finger herself when she realized why she was here. Mickie stopped, rinsing off, her tits sticking out proudly. She found a towel and dried off her body, resisting the urge once again to get off. She roughly toweled her hair, leaving it damp as she cast about for something to wear. Finally she pulled on a grey t-shirt, she swore it held her sexy detective's scent.

Stepping out of the bathroom, unaware of just how short the shirt was, or how the shirt clung to her breasts, outlining her swollen and tender tits. It was only when he looked at her that she realized how she must look, wearing his shirt and nothing else.

 

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David let Mickie go as he went to the bedroom to relax. He took off is shoes, overcoat, just about everything until he was wearing his white t-shirt and pants. He went to lay on the couch, it always seemed to be like this. He'd come home after a long day to an empty apartment, cook, eat, watch TV, bathe, sleep, work. He would never admit it but, the repetitive nature of his life was killing along with the loneliness. He wished he had someone, to have incentive to come home alive. Maybe that's why he asked Mickie to stay to some company.

He looked as Mickie out of the bathroom. There was denying that he was gazing at her. She was wearing his shirt, nothing more, nothing less. He body still a bit damp from the water as it helped cling his shirt to her figure, showing her hard nipples. The shirt a bit too short as it exposed her bare ass. The thought of going up to her crossed his mind ravishing her as he fucked against the wall, on the couch, and in the bedroom. Temptation thy name was Mickie.

He stood up as he went to her, looking at his shirt that she wore. Was he willing to risk his career for this woman? A woman who may or may not have killed her boyfriend. Did she even want this, was this all some big misunderstanding? David was at the point when logic was crushed by reasoning as he faced her, leaning in to feel her soft lips onto her's.

 

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On any other man that look would have been, threatening perhaps, it was certainly predatory. Then he came towards her and in the blink of an eye, they were kissing. She hungered for it, letting her tongue run along their lips, pressing her body against his, inhaling the scent of him even as her own desire scented the air.

Even though her hands remained frozen at her sides, she had lifted one foot and hooked her leg around his body, unwilling to let him gain his senses anytime soon. She knew it was wrong, and her body didn't care and right now her body was calling the shots.

 

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They weren't stupid, David knew exactly where this was going to lead. He wanted this, his own instinct before his brain picked up on it. He just didn't care, fuck his job! He had been alone for so long tending to the problems of others, never thinking of himself or his needs. That changed in one second, his tongue finally with Mickie's. Her leg wrapped around him lifted up her shirt giving him a lovely view of her ass as his hand went there but not before he began to lift off her shirt, wanting to seeing her sexy body that teased him.

He was already hard when he saw her come in with his shirt on, and now it was growing. His kissed went lower to her neck as he pressed her against the wall. His body grinding against her as he then began to kiss between her breast. Lust was blinding him, all there was was his need to fuck her and ease the pain that dwelled inside him.

 

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There was little in the way of tenderness, yet at the same time he certainly wasn't rough. The shirt slipped off all too easily, and she braced herself for a moment as she had seen the bruises herself. Mickie wanted him, and didn't care about the consequences. She knew that look, that told her all she had to do was say yes, and she would have him buried inside her.

Her left hand moved down her fingers teasing her already damp and aroused labia. It was easy, as each kiss made her want more, rather than how in the past she had just wanted to get it over with.

He was wearing far too much, and she felt that he might still pull away. So her right hand struggled to find a way to yank off his t-shirt, and failing that it slide into his waistband. There was no denying he wanted her, but a part of her feared that he would come to his senses before she got off on him.

 

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It amazed David how much he desired Mickie. The two had barely spoke 5 sentences to one another and yet here they were on the brink of having sex. Words didn't need to be said though, they both knew what they wanted and it was more or less the same thing. He knew very well that she was playing with herself and he didn't care. If the lights were brighter he might have seen the marks on her body, but he didn't as the dim light from the lamp in the living room was all that was there.

He was getting hot from the sheer excitement as he felt the need to removes his clothes. He broke their kiss for a moment so he could take off his shirt, his pants an briefs soon following as they were now both naked it was doubt that he aroused as his cock was already hard. His lips returning to her's, but only staying there for a moment as they traveled down to her neck and soon on her chest as he began to kiss between her breast before sucking on them. His mouth moving to her right breast, suckling on it as his tongue moved around her nipple. There was no turning back for him, but he didn't care.

 

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She wasn't sure how it was possible, but he was even more gorgeous naked. Naked and wanting her, she wantonly pressed herself against him as her fingers explored his now bare flesh. The strong muscles of his arms and back, her damp fingers leaving a trail of her scent along his skin.

Rational thought had long fled and only instinct and desire remained, she moved her leg back over his hip. Urging him to take her against the wall. At any other time with any other man she probably would have resisted the blatantness of it all, but now she was just as wrapped up in it as he was, stretching on her tip toes to gain the best contact with his body.

His mouth descended, claiming her more thoroughly than the kiss, she knew he had commited to fucking her and she found herself relaxing with that knowledge. She wanted and needed him, but no longer felt the need to rush.

Mickie had never been overly vocal, but the feel of his mouth on her breasts was enough to make her moan. Her knees were feeling weak and she knew that if something didn't happen she was in danger of sliding down the wall.

 

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Her breast tasted amazing in his mouth, feeling the little wetness of her finger along his body, gave him a sort of high. He knew why they were damp and he liked it. In his eyes he no longer saw her a suspect for murder, all he saw was beautiful woman with an amazing body and he wanted her in so many way. He could tell by the feel of her body that the wall was acting a sort of crutch for her body, her legs were getting weaker as was his.

He could no longer wait, his cock was already hard ready and willing to be inside her slit. He took her other leg and lifted it up as he finally began to ease his shaft inside her wet pussy. It was a bit tight, but soon his member was deep inside her hole, exploring her vaginal walls as he began to thrust against her as she stood pressed against the wall. Never had he felt something so amazing, David didn't want it too end.

 

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She moaned again as he moved his hand along her leg, lifting the other which she eagerly wrapped around his body. The wall supported her weight as he leaned in and slide his rock hard cock inside her. Micki was typically a tight fit, which had frustrated her drunken ex's semi erections on a regular basis, but Detective David was not semi anything. It was an instant sense of relief, pleasure, and feeling of fullness as he pushed in, spreading her, feeling the deliscious stretch as he cock touched places that had been long neglected.

She dug her fingers into his back, wanting this moment and feeling to last, even as she wanted to urge him onward to reckless abandon. It was strange to feel so safe and protected while he was ravishing her against the wall.

"Yes," she moaned, unable to articulate anything more than her whole hearted consent of his actions.

 

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Even though she had only uttered one word, it was all David needed from her. Mickie digging her nail into his back along with her wrapping her legs around him was a sort secret fetish. It always gave him the impression on desire and need within his lover. It seem to make fucking her all the more pleasurable as he pumped his member deep inside her with every thrust almost lifting her against the wall.

He too began to let out soft groans of pleasure as they continued. His lips returning to her's as he kissed her, all while he continued to go in and out of her. His legs were getting weaker with the sensation, it was almost as if he could feel himself sink lower. He had to think, with a little maneuvering and positioning they found themselves on the ground. David laying on the carpet as he had Mickie on top, letting her ride him and pumped up and down into her pussy.

 

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She was enjoying him, and suddenly in a less than graceful, but fun moment they slide toppled fell to the floor. Her legs shifted so they weren't under him any more as she was impaled on top of him. He felt incredible and it took a few moments to figure out a rhythm, with the best angle. She was being careless about his needs, or abilities, just riding him for her own pleasure.

She had forgotten the last time she'd gotten off during sex, and the strange intensity of this made it very likely she would get off, when normally the first time with a partner she rarely got off at all, much less during intercourse.

It felt natural to be getting off on what should be her arresting officer. "Yes," the one word a soft moan of desire entangled in need as she leaned in and kissed him again.

 

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His pleasure was only a fraction in the fact that all David truly was sexual release. She a suspect for murder, for all he knew she did it or at least somewhat responsible and in that perspective it got him off a bit, she was forbidden fruit. He lose his badge if word got out about this. But in some other way she was just a victim, some one who was in the middle of something big and she needed him to protect. It was like something out of a cheap detective, but he liked it.

He returned her kiss as he let her ride her, their hips meeting one another as he buck her up and down on his definition. The sound of their flesh slapping accompanied by soft moans and groans were all that filled the apartment. His groans were giving him away, he was close to cumming but still he kept his pacing. Over and over he went inside her lovely sex going as deep as her body would let him, no doubt that he was touching her cervix. That small primal side of him wanted to cum inside her, but until that moment he would continue to give her the ride of her life.

 

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Mickie broke the kiss, breathed one last word, "Soon," and barely ten slow seconds later she was exploding. She sank slowly down upon him feeling warm and safe as pleasure flooded from her insides to her skin. It had been a long time since she had felt this way, if ever, and she wanted to burn this moment in her mind.

Sure it had been raw needy passionate fucking, but that had been what she had wanted. "Thanks," she whispered as she opened her eyes to look down at him, unsure of what to expect as she looked at his face.

 

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Her word were nothing short of a premonition. He continued to let her riding him, up and down, faster and faster as he fucked her. There was no debate in his mind he cum inside and let her feel his hot cream coat the walls of her lovely tight pink. Soon enough he did just that as he came inside her, letting out a soft groan as he erupted within her, feeling the peak of euphoria as he began to breathe heavily.

What had happened was nothing short of pure unadulterated fucking. David's mind felt a certain as he laid there. To hear Mickie simply thank him seemed odd, but he didn't asked about. He simply replied "like wise" as his hand rested on her hips. "We should probably get some sleep.... would you like to...." he motioned his head offering if she'd like to sleep in his bed with him, after all itwould beat sleeping a a couch.

 

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She felt all warm and limp, and he was asking her to move? Well she would certainly try, after all he was not only her host, but in a certain way, her protector. She felt a certain emptiness as she pulled away feeling his cock leave her body. Mickie ran her fingers through her damp hair and headed to the bedroom. It was getting late, and she was tired, it had been a long time since she'd had a good nights sleep. She slipped under the covers naked, not bothering with putting anything on. She knew she'd be waking him up at some point for sex, perhaps something a little more tender....

"G'night," her voice was slurred with satisfaction as she closed her eyes.