Summer Daze
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Category:
G through L › Law & Order
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
16
Views:
2,886
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Law & Order, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen:
“Why are we doing this again?” Eames huffed as she and her partner sweated their way up the eighth flight of stairs to the roof of an apartment building.
“I just need to talk to her, okay.” Goren appealed.
As they opened the heavy steel door at the top of the stairs, they heard Jarv Davis’ booming voice, “Come on, guys. Let’s try it again. ‘My Alexandra’ two…three…four…”
The detectives stepped onto the roof while the song crashed to life. Five sweaty young people played for all they were worth in the hot August sun. Andrew McKown’s replacement was an attractive, leggy female with an athletic build and a gift for rhythm. The boys in the band seemed to jostle for position near the drum kit while Jarv half sang, half screamed the lyrics of his latest tune.
“Licking her lips like she’s ready for play
She reads me my rights and then ruins my day.
Wrenching my forearm, so tightly she squeezed
With a clean, quick, jerk she
Brings me down to my knees.
She breaks out the handcuffs
And locks me in place
I’m at full arousal when she shouts in my face.
With latex gloved hand
My exit she entered
She asked the questions
I gave the answers.
She whips me and she beats me
With heels in my back
Then pulls out her nightstick
And heads for my crack.
You fill me up when I’m feelin’ down.
My Alexandra, she’s packin’ brown.”
Alex was crossing her arms and glaring at the band while Bobby was covering his mouth with one large hand and trying not to laugh when Summer noticed them.
“Hey!” she smiled as she approached, “What are you doing here?”
“I…um…just wanted to see h-how you were…” Bobby glanced between the violet haired woman and his partner.
Eames took the cue, “And I need to have a few words with your brother about this new song…Excuse me…”
Summer waved her away and focused her attention on the big detective standing before her, “I’m okay.”
“Are…Are you…going to the sentencing tomorrow?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think I should.” She replied sadly, “She needs support, even if she doesn’t want it…Who knew Rain was jealous of me? How crazy is that?”
“I’m s-sorry I made you take that D…” Bobby started and was quickly interrupted.
“Shhh,” Summer hushed him reaching up to place her forefinger against his lips, “Tell you what…You don’t say you’re sorry and I won’t say I told you so…Deal?”
“Deal.” He smiled.
For a moment, silence passed between them and they stood looking out at the New York City skyline.
“So.” She grinned as the wind started to swirl around him, “You still interested, or what?”
Bobby looked into her eyes, the surprise plain on his face, “Are you? Even after…”
“Everyone makes mistakes.” Summer quipped, “I’m willing to give you another chance.”
“In that case,” he replied, “Yes…I’m interested.”
“Good.” She smirked, “Just don’t screw up this time.”
“Why are we doing this again?” Eames huffed as she and her partner sweated their way up the eighth flight of stairs to the roof of an apartment building.
“I just need to talk to her, okay.” Goren appealed.
As they opened the heavy steel door at the top of the stairs, they heard Jarv Davis’ booming voice, “Come on, guys. Let’s try it again. ‘My Alexandra’ two…three…four…”
The detectives stepped onto the roof while the song crashed to life. Five sweaty young people played for all they were worth in the hot August sun. Andrew McKown’s replacement was an attractive, leggy female with an athletic build and a gift for rhythm. The boys in the band seemed to jostle for position near the drum kit while Jarv half sang, half screamed the lyrics of his latest tune.
“Licking her lips like she’s ready for play
She reads me my rights and then ruins my day.
Wrenching my forearm, so tightly she squeezed
With a clean, quick, jerk she
Brings me down to my knees.
She breaks out the handcuffs
And locks me in place
I’m at full arousal when she shouts in my face.
With latex gloved hand
My exit she entered
She asked the questions
I gave the answers.
She whips me and she beats me
With heels in my back
Then pulls out her nightstick
And heads for my crack.
You fill me up when I’m feelin’ down.
My Alexandra, she’s packin’ brown.”
Alex was crossing her arms and glaring at the band while Bobby was covering his mouth with one large hand and trying not to laugh when Summer noticed them.
“Hey!” she smiled as she approached, “What are you doing here?”
“I…um…just wanted to see h-how you were…” Bobby glanced between the violet haired woman and his partner.
Eames took the cue, “And I need to have a few words with your brother about this new song…Excuse me…”
Summer waved her away and focused her attention on the big detective standing before her, “I’m okay.”
“Are…Are you…going to the sentencing tomorrow?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think I should.” She replied sadly, “She needs support, even if she doesn’t want it…Who knew Rain was jealous of me? How crazy is that?”
“I’m s-sorry I made you take that D…” Bobby started and was quickly interrupted.
“Shhh,” Summer hushed him reaching up to place her forefinger against his lips, “Tell you what…You don’t say you’re sorry and I won’t say I told you so…Deal?”
“Deal.” He smiled.
For a moment, silence passed between them and they stood looking out at the New York City skyline.
“So.” She grinned as the wind started to swirl around him, “You still interested, or what?”
Bobby looked into her eyes, the surprise plain on his face, “Are you? Even after…”
“Everyone makes mistakes.” Summer quipped, “I’m willing to give you another chance.”
“In that case,” he replied, “Yes…I’m interested.”
“Good.” She smirked, “Just don’t screw up this time.”