An Internal Affair

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Andrea opened her eyes slowly, disoriented by her unfamiliar surroundings as well as the feel of bare skin touching hers. She smiled as she remembered exactly where she was and who she was with; rolling onto her side, Andrea winced as the movement reminded her muscles that they’d had quite the workout. Chad had been extremely careful with her, but she doubted she’d be able to sit comfortably for a while – her sergeant would definitely take some getting used to. She stretched cautiously, smiling to herself; she’d enjoy every minute of it. Chad was still sound asleep, laying on his stomach with his face turned towards her and she smiled again as she looked at him. After limping from the bed to the bathroom and back again, she moved close to his warmth and fell asleep once more.

She woke the second time to find that Chad was curled around her with a heavy arm pinning her to the mattress, his nose buried in her hair. “Chad?” she whispered.

“Hmmm,” he murmured, tightening his hold and snuggling closer.

Andrea turned her head to kiss his bicep, which was the only part of him she could reach. “I’m too sore for that,” she protested weakly, referring to the erection that was firmly pressed against her. Even as she warned him off, she felt her thighs growing damp and heat gathering between her legs.

“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry,” Chad said, concerned. “I tried to be careful…”

She reached back to touch his thigh in reassurance. “You were, sweetheart,” she said, the endearment slipping from her mouth before she even thought about it- Chad didn’t seem to mind, judging from the way his arms tightened around her. “I’m just not used to someone as…”

“...gifted?” Chad suggested smugly.

“I was going to go for the word ‘pompous’,” she teased, then squealed as he rolled on top of her and reached to snatch her pillow out from under her head. “Hey! That’s mine!”

“Actually since this is my bed, it’s my pillow, used to crush the rebellion of naked, uppity narcotics detectives,” he threatened.

She giggled and pushed at his chest, wincing as he flourished the pillow at her. “Okay, fine – you’re gifted and humongous. My ovaries can hardly stand your magnificence.”

The pillow was replaced immediately. “Stop it, I’m blushing!” Chad rolled off her and tucked her back against him in a way that had her heating up again but when she hesitantly reminded him of her inability to handle him again so soon, he kissed her neck. “I won’t hurt you.” His hand slid down her stomach slowly, giving her ample time to protest but she allowed it and spread her legs slightly in invitation while he breathed praise in her ear. “You’re amazing, Andrea – in bed and out of it.” He told her how beautiful and strong she was as his fingertips grazed her nether lips lightly, then slid between them to slide over the moist, sensitive flesh he found there. She whimpered and pressed back against him, feeling his cock nestle between her buttocks while he continued to move his hand; Chad slowly worked her to orgasm, carefully keeping from pressing too hard and massaging her clit with just the right amount of pressure. Andrea cried his name softly as she came, trembling violently – he smoothed his hands down her body and kissed her again, cupping her pubis in the palm of one large hand and squeezing gently to draw a delicious shudder from her.

Andrea sighed happily, keeping her eyes closed as Chad brushed his lips over the back of her neck lightly. “You really are gifted, Sarge.”

“I aim to please.”

“You’ve certainly succeeded so far - but don’t you need…?” she pushed her behind against him to find that he was still hard.

He kissed her again. “It’s okay; you’re more important. I can wait…or not….” She giggled again as he pounced on her.

A thought came to her later and she rolled her head to look at the clock, trying to dislodge him. “What about SWAT training? You’re going to be late if you stick around much longer.”

Chad released her with a sigh. “I’d forgotten about that. Maybe I should just-”

“No, you’re not giving up on that just because of me; you go ahead, and we’ll meet up later – what time do you think you’ll be done?”

He dragged himself reluctantly from the bed and ran a hand through his disheveled hair, totally unselfconscious of his nudity as she admired him. “It’s always about three hours, but then I usually go to the range and practice for another two… I don’t think I can make it for five hours!”

“Poor baby…”

“No, really! I’ll probably develop a severe case of SRS and have to be taken to the hospital before you know it,” Chad said seriously. At her inquiring look, he explained. “SRS. You know, Sperm Retention Syndrome.” He ducked a thrown pillow and rummaged through his closet, emerging with a handful of clothes. “I’ve got some stuff, if you need something to wear – it’s not Rita’s or anything,” he said hastily at her frown. “It’s just too small.”

She picked up the gigantic tee shirt and slipped it on, glancing back up at him as he pulled on exercise clothes. “Too small for you and too large for Bigfoot? I think I might accidentally trip on the hem if I’m not careful,” Andrea teased. They ate breakfast together and she was given a stern injunction to return precisely six hours later if she ever wanted to sleep with him again. “What, I don’t even get a fifteen-minute grace period? Get out of here,” she said affectionately, giving him a shove towards the door.


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Ramiro looked at him oddly all throughout practice for some reason, and finally came over to ask if everything was all right. Chad was puzzled. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

The lieutenant scratched his head and looked at him. “You seem different lately, that’s all.”

He looked down to hide a smile. I’ll bet…but if he’s noticed, who else has? “I’ve never been better, Steve.”

The other man clapped him on the shoulder. “Good to hear it; so when will you be ready to head on over to replace Don? Oh, before I forget: we’re all getting together tonight for dinner – think you can make it?”

Chad winced, thinking of Andrea. He didn’t want to cancel the appointment he’d already made with her, not if he thought he had any chance at coercing her into spending the night with him again. On the other hand, he wanted to spend more time with the unit he was about to join; once the others had gotten over the thrill of getting to take a free shot at the head of Internal Affairs, they’d started to become friends. “I’ve already got plans,” he said hesitantly.

“Team’d love to have you, but if you’re too busy then you’re too busy.”

He came to a decision suddenly, feeling that Andrea would understand. “No, let me just give her a call…”

“Oho, and I think I’ve just realized why you’ve been acting differently,” the SWAT leader chuckled. “Just bring her along with you.”

Chad sighed and reached for his phone when Ramiro announced to both teams that their newest member would be bringing a date – he hadn’t meant to let it slip, since he and Andrea hadn’t talked about making their relationship public – and the rest of them started to hoot and holler at him. “Yeah, laugh it up - I’ve got all your files...” Andrea answered her phone on the third ring and he sidled away from over-eager ears as he explained the situation to her. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but I’d really like it if you did,” he ended awkwardly. A chorus of juvenile “Oooooooh”s made him whirl around to the assorted team, who cracked up immediately upon seeing his glare.

“Is that the entire SWAT team listening to our conversation?” she asked indignantly.

“Er. It’s only 75% of them – the other 25% left already.”

“Oh. Well, where’s dinner and what time do we have to be there?”

He was startled, and didn’t even try to hide it. “You want to come with me? Really?” Another glare quelled the incipient hilarity caused by his overheard question, and he moved farther away from them irritably.

Andrea laughed and the sound made him smile; he wished he were there with her now. “It was only a matter of time before everyone on the force found out about us – might as well make our debut before anyone can accuse us of trying to hide…unless you don’t want anyone to know? We haven’t really talked about it yet…”

“No, no, I don’t mind,” he hastily reassured her. “We should’ve talked about it before now. Maybe later tonight after dinner, if you haven’t been chased off by then.”

He could hear her smile into the phone. “It takes a lot to scare me, Sergeant. Come pick me up on your way back to get cleaned up so we can get ready together.” She whispered a goodbye as she hung up and Chad wiped the smile off his face as soon as he turned back to Ramiro and got the address of the restaurant they were meeting up at. Andrea was ready and waiting as he pulled up outside her house, giving him a lingering kiss as soon as she climbed inside the car. “Miss me?”

“Only a little bit.”

“Well, I never…!”

“Careful, you sound just like that old woman we met while we were terrorizing Rite Aid,” he snorted. Mrs. Marino gawked at them from where she was weeding her flower beds as he led her up the steps and inside the house, chasing her into the shower by stating that the last one in had to cook breakfast the next morning. Chad lamented that they had to actually go out in public and restrain themselves as soon as he saw her start soaping herself, purposely enticing him. “Okay, now that? Unfair,” he complained as he slid the shower door closed.

He quickly revised his assessment of the situation when she began to run a washcloth over his body sensually, spending more time than was strictly necessary when she had to wash between his legs. Not like I’m about to complain about it or anything. “There’s a lot of you to wash,” she commented suddenly as she made him lift his feet in turn. “I can’t imagine how it would be to give you a massage; I’d have to train at the gym for weeks beforehand! Oh, speaking of massages – you owe me one, mister.”

Chad opened his mouth to reply when, after bidding him rinse off, she dropped back to her knees and began to kiss her way up the inside of his thighs. “But, you did that last night…” Had he said something to make her think that she had to do this for him? He groaned and leaned back against the tiles as she wrapped her lips around his cock and began to suck gently, then harder as she bobbed back and forth on him. He couldn’t help feeling guilty about enjoying it so much and tried to hold back from pushing into her mouth even though the impulse to do so was nearly overwhelming. “So…so good, that’s….oh,” he moaned, threading his fingers into her hair. Losing his fight, he held her head in place and gave into his urge to move his hips, thrusting deeper into her mouth as she grabbed his hips and moaned around him.

She started to struggle and he released her immediately, but his half-formed apology died on his lips when Andrea simply breathed in a few times and went right back to going down on him, moving his hands to the back of her head and pressing down in tacit permission for him to continue. Chad stared down at her in amazement as she continued sucking, a small hand lifting between his legs to fondle his balls while she made sounds of obvious enjoyment. Then she did something with her tongue that eroded the rest of his control and he grasped her hair in his hands, pushing her down on him as forcefully as he dared. When he felt he could hold back no longer, he pushed her off him and she quickly wrapped a hand around his cock, sliding her hand up and down over him quickly and squeezing. “Mmmmm, that’s it – come for me, Sergeant,” she encouraged. Oh, fuck. He bucked in her grasp and came hard over her chest as she raised herself up slightly, the grip of her hand draining him. He watched dazedly as she ran a finger through the fluid that slid between her breasts and brought it up to her mouth to suck clean. “It’s not that bad after it cools off,” she said thoughtfully.

“Jesus, Andy,” was all he could say as she finally released him and stood to reach for the soap again.

She just gave him a wink and tossed the washcloth at him. “Let’s get cleaned up, dirty boy – we’ve got a dinner to go to.”

“I can always cancel-”

“No, you can’t always cancel. Now help me wash off so we can go.” Chad just shook his head and obeyed; he should know better than to argue with her by now. Besides, it wasn’t wise to get on the bad side of anyone who could give head like that – he’d never had better, and he told her so as he pulled her into his arms after they dried off. “Oh, my god…that was the best you’ve had?” she winked. “I was only getting warmed up.”

He blinked at her, completely nonplussed, as she sauntered back into the bedroom to change.

tbc…
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A/N: I was going to introduce more of the plot, but I couldn't find it and was too tired to continue - this seemed an okay place to stop, so hope you don't mind :)