Partners

Chad placed his burden down on the bed and stood to strip his clothes off quickly before joining Andrea on the bed. His drunk girlfriend was giggling and trying to take her dress off without much success – she was actually just rolling around attempting to find the zipper - so he helped her draw the gray silk up over her head and slide her heels off. “Love you,” she slurred, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly.

He kissed her deeply before nuzzling his way down her body. Andrea’s legs fell apart as he ran his fingers around the backs of her knees, and Chad glanced up at her a final time to make sure that she really wanted this. It felt a little like he was taking advantage of her because she was so drunk, but she seemed more than willing. “Andy, baby, are you sure?”

Andrea looked down at him through slightly sleepy brown eyes and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, nodding. “Mmm-hmmmmmm.”

Stroking the insides of her thighs, Chad moved the pad of his thumb over her labia gently before using his index finger to open her up to him. Leaning in to flick his tongue over her folds, Chad eased her long legs over his shoulders and pulled her to his lips firmly to lick and suck at her sweetness, making love to her with his mouth. Andrea’s head thrashed back and forth, her soft breathless moans like music to his ears as her legs began to tremble. Sliding his hands around, Chad cupped her ass and lifted her to him, keeping his tongue moving over her with a slow, steady motion that echoed the movement of his hips against the sheets of the bed. She was so goddamned sexy. Chad murmured praise as he worshipped her with every flick of his tongue and caress of his lips and tightened his hold when Andrea’s voice began to climb to a delirious wail. Driving her to the edge and backing off just enough to keep her from falling was a bit cruel of him, but he was determined to make her pleasure all the more sweet for the waiting. Her fingers knotted in his hair when he took pity on her cries of distress and suckled her clit with insistent pressure, and Chad had to hope that the walls were thick enough to shield the sound of her scream of completion.

As soon as her head lolled to one side and she gave him that silly smile that meant she was pretty much out of it, Chad grinned and adjusted his grip so he could go right back to work. “Chad, I don’t think I ca-ooooooh…”

“What was that?”

She waved a hand at him drunkenly. “Nothing, don’ lemme stop you.”

After teasing her back to full consciousness and making him wonder anew at the level of soundproofing that the hotel room walls offered, Chad rolled her onto her stomach and moved up over her while licking a trail up her spine that made Andrea shiver and press up against him. He closed his teeth around the back of her neck and bit down slightly, pushing a few tendrils of hair out of the way. From the way she was wriggling beneath him he guessed that the buzz she’d had from the champagne was long gone, replaced with a different kind of high…one he wouldn’t mind sharing in. A light, teasing slap on the inside of her thigh sufficed to make Andrea spread her legs wider and try to raise herself up on her arms, but she was still a little too shaky for it and his breath came faster as he thought of something they’d never tried yet. “Lay back down,” Chad growled, shoving one of the pillows beneath her hips before planting his hands on either side of Andrea’s body and rocking forward so that he rubbed against her wet warmth. “You want this?” he teased in the low tone that she always seemed to respond best to when they were making love.

Andrea writhed and gazed back over her shoulder at him, biting her lip and looking so incredibly sexy that Chad felt like abandoning his little game and burying himself inside her immediately. She nodded, causing a chunk of hair to slip its pins and fall in her eyes as she raised a hand to her mouth and sucked her index finger past her lips.

“Say it,” he warned, eyes fixed on the slow in-out motion of the finger in her mouth and the way her cheeks hollowed with every suck. Teasing little…

Her tongue wrapped around her fingertip as she pulled her hand away so that her finger made a slightly obscene noise when it popped free of her lips. “Make me, Lieutenant Shelten,” she dared, wiggling her ass and deliberately opening her legs wider as she returned to fellating her own finger.

She wants to play, we’ll play. Chad sat back on his heels and slid a hand down his stomach, watching in satisfaction as Andrea twisted around immediately to stare. She licked her lips involuntarily, all teasing forgotten as he palmed his cock and began to stroke it for her. He still couldn’t quite get used to the fact that watching him jack off turned her on so much, not when he heard the echo of Rita’s voice condemning him for even thinking about it, but he had to admit he loved the thrill of doing this while Andrea watched. Nine times out of ten she’d start touching herself too and God, what a sight that was.

Sure enough, Andrea lifted her hips enough to shove her hand beneath her pubic bone and began to circle a fingertip around her clit. “Do it faster,” she insisted huskily, licking her lips again. Chad shifted so that she had a better view and obeyed her very welcome wish, snapping his wrist on every up-stroke and rubbing his thumb over the sensitive glans. When she leaned towards him and parted her lips in a silent demand, he moved in front of her and brushed back her wayward curls before curling his fingers around his shaft and guiding it to her waiting mouth.

Chad rested one hand at the back of her neck, groaning in appreciation as she mouthed the tip of his cock slowly and swirled her tongue around it. From the way she was wriggling as well as the soft moans reverberating around him, Andrea was still masturbating as she sucked him off. “You’re such a fucking pervert, Battle,” he breathed. She rolled her eyes up to him and sucked hard enough to make him throw his head back and shove into her mouth reflexively. He pulled back almost immediately, remembering that while Andrea could take his length she had to control the motion or she’d choke. “Sorry.”

She drew off him long enough to moisten her lips with her tongue and take a few deep breaths before leaning forward once more. This time, Chad wrapped his hand around the base of his cock so it wouldn’t happen again and stroked in time with the slide of him past her lips as she rocked back and forth over him. Her mouth felt as amazing as the rest of her – hot and wet, just how he liked it. Andrea shook her head from side to side suddenly, her mouth still full of him, and caused pleasure to spike through his body at the unexpected motion. She moaned around him once more, and he couldn’t handle any more.

“Close your legs,” Chad ordered, pulling out of her mouth and moving behind her again to rest his knees on either side of hers.

Andrea obeyed eagerly, sucking in her breath sharply as he propped himself up on one arm and reached down to guide himself inside. It wasn’t easy from this angle, but Chad eased himself forward until he was in the farthest he could push; his fingers dug into the mattress as he forced himself to stillness. With her legs closed, she was tighter than hell and if he wasn’t careful he could easily hurt her. She shifted, pushing back against him, and her walls clamped down on him even more. “You’re so…so big,” Andrea whimpered, nearly making him lose control just by the tone of her voice.

He rocked within her slowly, Andrea’s muscles contracting and drawing pleasurable shudders from him with each slight motion. “Fuck, Andy… feels so fucking good,” Chad groaned, grinding his hips helplessly. She squealed and pushed back just as he moved forward and they settled into a slow rhythm, their bodies connecting with sharp slaps that came faster and faster until Andrea tightened around him with unbearable pressure. Chad felt his cock swell inside her and he threw his head back with a groan of satisfaction as the ecstasy of orgasm surged through him.

Andrea’s sleepy voice penetrated his consciousness a few moments later. “You’re squishing me.”

“Sorry,” Chad apologized again, rolling off onto his back a little clumsily as his brain tried to make his limbs remember that yes, they were capable of movement. He supposed he needed to get up and turn the lights off but since that would actually require some effort, Chad decided that he needed to rest just for a few minutes first. It was odd that sex had never really made him tired before, but Andrea always seemed to work him up to the point of exhaustion. Like she was twins, he thought, smiling at the image. He’d never survive two of her. Chad glanced over at the light switch again, wondering if there was anything he could just throw at it. I’ll just close my eyes for a second, then get up and turn the lights off. Just for a second…


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Andrea woke to find the lights still blazing and, squinting at the bedside clock, saw that she’d only been asleep for about an hour. Chad was sprawled out on his back, fast asleep and in the grip of whatever dream was running through his mind. She got up and headed to the bathroom after turning the lights off, crawling back into bed with Chad; as usual, he jerked suddenly and Andrea reached out to place a reassuring hand on his chest to make him fall into a deeper sleep. She was the only one who realized that Chad still hadn’t completely gotten over the “accident that wasn’t” when Eddie had tampered with the climbing ropes. He still had dreams of falling, but she’d found that a reassuring touch was just as good as waking him up so that he could see that he was safe, and with her. Curling against him, Andrea burrowed her head into his side and drifted off once more.

“Wake up!” Chad’s bellow in her ear made her flail wildly, and Andrea glared over at him where he’d leapt back to safety as soon as she’d pushed her hair out of her eyes.

“Dammit, Chad…!”

“I couldn’t let you sleep the day away, now could I?” he asked innocently.

“You could have politely requested that I open my eyes instead of roaring out a wake up call,” Andrea snapped. “And quit laughing, it wasn’t funny.”

Chad dropped into one of the chairs on the side of the room and propped his bare feet up on the table. “You’re right, it wasn’t funny at all.”

She just looked at him, waiting.

“It was actually hilarious,” he clarified, grinning.

“Always happy to have amused you,” Andrea said dryly. “Now really, why are you waking me up?”

She extricated herself from the sheets and sauntered naked towards the bathroom, hiding a smile at the way Chad’s eyes followed her interestedly. Andrea would have thought that he’d get used to seeing her without clothes, but even now he still loved to stare at her as if he were a horny teenager. “We’re painting today, remember? You told me not to let you sleep too long so we could get started on the base coat,” Chad said, his eyes glued to her ass.

“Oh, was that today? I’d better take a shower first…”

Chad was out of the chair in seconds. “Let me help you with that.”

His bathrobe went flying and knocked over the lamp, and Andrea ran her eyes over him appraisingly. “Yes, you look like you could use a shower, too. You’ve been a dirty, dirty boy,” she said in a mock-severe tone.

“And you need a good spanking,” Chad suggested, backing her into the bathroom with a gleam in his eye.

“Don’t you have that backwards? You’re the one who’s been dirty,” Andrea teased, pushing at his chest playfully. “And anyway, I don’t like being spanked very hard.”

Chad scooped her up and deposited her in the shower stall, with an especially devious look on his face. “Ah, but I didn’t tell you what I’d spank you with,” he said, glancing down at himself meaningfully.

“Oh my god! You’re such a perve,” Andrea giggled, standing on her toes to kiss him and dropping her voice to a low purr that never failed to drive him wild. “I love it.”

After an extremely satisfactory shower and another romp in the bedroom, Andrea reluctantly agreed that it was past time for them to go. “If only because I’m hungry,” Chad complained, kneeling to tie his shoes. “Hey!” He took a swipe at her when she stretched out a leg to knock him off balance.

“I wasn’t the one playing Casanova in the shower,” she reminded him.

“I didn’t hear any complaints except for when I stopped,” he shot back with a grin, bending to pick up their bags. “C’mon, let’s go home.”

Andrea stretched slowly, yawning. “It’ll be too late to start painting.”

She cast a look at him over her shoulder to see if she could entice him back to bed, but he just smiled and shook his head at her. “Then we can at least move furniture around so I feel a sense of accomplishment,” Chad said, giving her a playful spank. “Let’s go, woman. I need food.”

Andrea had just returned the keys to the front desk when a familiar beeping sound mingled with Chad’s groan made her turn around. “Guess the painting really will have to wait for another day, huh?”

He winced. “Yeah… I gotta go. I’ll take you home first though, it’s on the way.” On the drive back to their house, Chad shook his head in disbelief. “It figures some jackass needs to take a hostage right when half the team’s hungover.”

“And we didn’t even get to stop somewhere and eat,” Andrea realized. If her stomach was starting to growl, she knew that Chad must be starving. “I’ll make you something to take along while you get your gear together,” she promised as he slammed on the brakes outside the house. Keeping one step ahead of her Lieutenant was never easy when he was rushing to get to a call, but somehow she managed to toss him something she’d scrounged from the fridge as Chad went out the door, stopping only long enough to catch it and give her a kiss. Then the earsplitting squeal of car tires laying stripes on the asphalt outside made her wince as Chad drove off to save the day.

Well, she could at least get started moving things around and laying down plastic – then she’d see about making dinner; hopefully Chad would be back in time to eat it.

Meredith whined at her from the doorway, plainly wondering where his Chad went. “He’ll be back soon,” she promised the morose pitbull.

As if he understood her, Merry whined once more and settle down across from the front door, laying his head on his paws and staring at it, as if willing Chad to appear. Even the lure of bacon didn’t make him budge, and Andrea just shook her head. They might not look alike, but it was plain that both man and dog shared the same stubborn streak. She grinned; besides that, they were both fun to spank with rolled-up newspapers.

tbc…
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