An Internal Affair

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He had no doubt that she would make him pay for this at a later date; probably several later dates…but just now it was entirely too much fun watching Andrea try to ignore the stares she was getting as they walked into the bar. A wolf-whistle split the air and she forgot her poise as she whirled to glare at the group of men leering at her appreciatively from a nearby booth. Their smiles slid quickly off their faces as Chad favored them with a thoughtful look, so he guided his date to a corner table where he gallantly held out a chair for her.

Despite the fact that she was less than half his size, she managed to look down her nose at him as she deliberately sat in the other chair – Chad dropped into the chair he’d been holding out for her, shrugging mentally. If that’s the way she wanted to play it… “So, what would you like to drink?” he asked her, still trying not to admire her too closely.

“Whatever’s on tap is fine,” she said coolly.

“Be right back.” He left to order their beers and returned with them in hand, sliding hers across the table to her. “So, how did you like dance lessons?” he asked, temporarily forgetting that he didn’t want to discuss it.

Andrea just looked at him with an appraising expression on her face. “Not as much as you did, apparently.”

Oh, God. What had made him ask that? He felt his face start to redden again. “I said I was sorry,” he muttered, hoping she would drop the subject. Andrea was still studying him across the table for some reason – probably to think up something else that would embarrass him – and he jumped in surprise when he felt her foot traveling up the inside of his left leg. “What do you think you’re…” he broke off as her foot slid slowly into his lap. “Andrea,” he said warningly.

A smile that could only be classified as mischievous curved her lips. “Yes, Sarge?” she said mockingly.

Chad reached down to remove her foot, and just as his fingers touched her ankle she started to rub against him. “Stop that,” he said in a tone that even he could tell wasn’t very convincing. What the hell was she doing, messing with him like this? Not that he wanted her to stop, but still. They were in public, after all, and if anyone were to see her this… his brain ground to a halt when she pressed her foot firmly into his crotch and began to knead with her toes. Oh, sweet Jesus. “Andrea,” he tried to protest one more time. It wasn’t his fault if it came out as weakly as it did.

Andrea clinked her glass against his. “Cheers,” she said before drinking deeply. She gave him a sweet smile before lowering her voice and leaning towards him as much as her extended leg would allow. “What would you say if I told you that, during that ridiculous dance lesson, I rubbed up against you on purpose?” His eyes widened at this revelation, but she didn’t give him time to respond and kept up her movement while he tried his best not to tilt his hips forward and give her easier access. Fuck, that feels good. Her next words, coupled with the pressure and movement she was exerting between his legs, nearly made him come right then and there. “Seems to me, a man your size would be so pumped up on steroids that your cock would be about the size of my little finger…but it’s not, now is it? You seem like you’re a big boy all over, Sergeant Shelten.” She rubbed harder, faster, and her voice got lower and lower as she practically purred at him. “Are you, Sergeant? Are you a… big boy?”

He did his best to try forming words, but his brain wasn’t cooperating and his mouth opened and closed soundlessly before he could actually speak. “I…I’m…”

“Yes?” she asked, abruptly pulling her foot from his lap and sitting up.

The absence of stimulation made coherency return, albeit slower than he would’ve liked. “I’m not really the person most qualified to answer that question,” he finally answered after clearing his throat at least three times.

“And who would be most qualified to answer that question?”

He had her now. “Whoever has the measuring tape.” Chad picked up his beer, and took a mouthful of the amber liquid just as she leaned forward again. Oh, no. She was going to say something else that was probably outrageous.

He was right. “Good thing I always carry one on my key ring,” she cooed, batting her eyes at him.

Chad promptly swallowed the wrong way and erupted into a spluttering cough fit. “Damnit, Andrea – stop that!” He managed to get his breath back and glared at her, but once again she simply smiled sunnily at him to defuse his irritation and put her foot right back in his lap. “Andrea! ”

“What?”

“Stop.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

She did that toe wiggle thing again. “Really?” she repeated.

“No…” his eyes glazed over, but he shook his head to clear it and reached down to push her foot away again with a sigh. “Yes. Stop.”

Andrea pouted at him, licking her lips teasingly. “If you’re sure.” She pulled her foot back and slipped her shoe back on, standing up. “I’m going to find a bathroom – walk me there?”

“Get out of here,” he snapped irritably, making her laugh. She leaned over to kiss him before sauntering past the bar on her way to the restrooms, and he slumped down in his chair in an excess of relief. Well, as relieved as he could get without actually being…relieved. The throbbing between his legs was nearly agonizing, and he wished he was in private so he could at least jack off before she came back to tease him some more. He figured she was expecting him to insist upon being invited in when he took her home and truthfully, if she made a case of it, he’d go along with it. A certain portion of his anatomy wouldn’t mind a bit.

He wasn’t sure it was the best idea, however. Oh, his hormones were all for it… but a small voice in the back of his mind told him to wait, to make sure it wouldn’t be a mistake. How could it be a mistake? It’s not like she’s Rita all over again. Rita would have never tried to get you off in the middle of a semi-crowded sports bar, he told himself. Actually, his ex-wife wouldn’t have done any of the things Andrea had already done… he hadn’t encountered a woman that sexually aggressive since he’d lost his virginity to the neighbor’s daughter. It made him wonder what other surprises Andrea had in store for him – God willing, he’d find out.

If he lived through it.


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Andrea smirked at herself in the mirror as she combed her hair with her fingers quickly. She rather thought she’d succeeded in pulling Chad out of whatever depression he’d fallen into at the mention of Rita at the beginning of their date… If she were honest with herself, she was also proud at how far she’d pushed him beyond his comfort zone – he was clearly used to being in constant control due to his size and forceful nature. She smiled at her reflection once more before she turned to leave, intending upon resuming her torture of the poor man – he made it entirely too easy for her to tease him… Chad Shelten had a thing or two to learn about women who didn’t answer to the name Rita.

His eyes were on whatever basketball game was on the nearest television as she came back and leaned down to kiss him, but he surprised her by simply pulling her down into his lap. “Are you ready to go?” he murmured, nuzzling her neck while several of the single men in the bar looked on enviously. She immediately tried to free herself, unwilling to be seen as a mere trophy; she’d fought long and hard (and was still fighting, really) to be accepted as an equal on the force – and that didn’t happen by being seen on the lap of another officer, even if none of the men here worked for the LAPD. Chad’s arms tightened as she tried to move, holding her in place. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked calmly. “If you thought I was simply going to let you get away with…things, I’m afraid you’re mistaken.” His fingers brushed lightly over the fabric covering her stomach, and she shivered. “You’re not cold, are you?”

She shivered again as he placed his other hand on the exposed skin of her back and began to stroke slowly. “No, I’m…I’m fine.” Andrea swallowed hard when Chad began to kiss her throat, and was just bringing her hands up to thread her fingers through his short hair when he pulled away and pushed her off his lap so he could stand up. “Wha…?” She was confused, and still disoriented enough to have to lean on the table to remain upright; her cheeks burned when she glanced over to see that more eyes had left the televisions and were watching them.

“I think I should take you home now,” was all he said, reaching behind her to place his hand on the small of her back to guide her out. She very nearly bolted when his hand dipped lower to rest directly on her ass and Chad just made an amused sound in the back of his throat as he opened the door. “Shall we?”

“Fine,” she tried to say without her voice shaking.

His second huff of amusement told her that she hadn’t quite succeeded, and she tried to suppress a blush as he opened the car door for her and helped her in. The drive back to her place was accomplished in silence, Chad trying (but not too hard) to suppress his smiles while she tried to suppress her urge to reach over and slap the smirk right from his face. He wasn’t supposed to regain the upper hand after what she’d done to him, damn it! “So, Andrea; I was wondering…”

Oh, lord. Now he was going to try for an invite, she just knew it. “Yes?”

“Would you like to go for a run with me on Sunday? If you’re not visiting your father, that is.”

She blinked, surprised. “Oh.”

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay.” He glanced over at her as he stopped the car at a traffic light and grinned. “I promise not to grope you in public. Maybe we could get lunch after, too.”

Andrea felt herself smiling back at him. “Okay, you can just call me when you’re ready.” She’d been wondering if he was interested beyond the ‘dates’ they’d been having, and this seemed to be a step forward…surely if he was only interested in sex he would have made his move by now. Not like I can blame him for asking, since I was so bold earlier. She had no idea what had made her do that; it was like a part of her simply had wanted to see what would happen if she provoked him enough.

He’d be well within his rights to demand sexual gratification, so she waited for him to ask…but as he pulled up in front of her house and got out of the car, he simply opened the door to the back seat and got her clothes. “You got these, or do you want me to carry them up for you?”

“You can walk me up, if you’d like,” she said graciously, ignoring his grin at her sudden high-handed manner.

“Most certainly, my Lady – I live to serve,” he joked. When they reached the porch, he set the clothes down on a nearby chair. “Well, there you go; thanks for…well, I’m not sure what I should be thanking you for since you’re plainly evil and were hatched in the deepest abyss of Hell.”

She blinked in astonishment. “So, you…don’t want me to invite you in?”

Chad leaned a shoulder against the door frame. “Not tonight, I think you deserve to stew in your own juices…okay, that sounded really dirty. But it is generally thought of as polite for a woman to give a man a kiss goodnight after he takes her out on a date,” he hinted.

“That depends upon the quality of the date, now doesn’t it?”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Hey! You were the one copping a feel every chance you got, so you came out ahead of me – I even got my ass grabbed by some sixty year old lady.”

She laughed and dropped her keys to raise herself up on tiptoe, flinging her arms around his neck. “A sixty year old? Poor Sarge…was it awful?”

“It really was,” he said, pretending to dash the tears from his eyes. Andrea threw her head back to laugh, and clutched convulsively at him when Chad lowered his head to bury his face in her neck. I should invite him in anyway, I reallllly should… His lips sought hers and gave her no more time to think as they were locked together in a kiss that made her legs turn to jelly. “I’d better go now,” he muttered against her lips finally.

“So what’s stopping you?” she muttered back.

“You won’t let go.”

“Oh. Sorry.” She released him and he stepped back, smoothing a palm over his hair. “So, um. I had a good time tonight.”

“Yeah…me too. Kind of.” He winked to show that he was teasing, and turned to leave. “I’ll call you tomorrow night, okay?”

It was like she was in some incredibly cheesy romantic comedy. “Okay.” She watched as he walked back to his car and drove off, then went inside where she jumped up and down like a little girl. “Yup, a really cheesy one,” she sighed, just a little disgusted with herself for feeling so happy.


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After locking the car, waving to the ever-nosy Mrs. Marino’s curtains and going in his house, Chad slumped against the inside of the door. Thank God that’s over with, he thought as he threw his keys on a nearby table and dropped heavily onto the couch. He’d never have guessed Andrea would pull a stunt like that in the bar, and he still wasn’t sure if he was so shocked that she’d actually done that in public or just that he’d enjoyed it so much. Yeah, right – you’re just pissed that she didn’t get you off.

He sighed and turned on the television to catch the rest of the game, dropping a hand down to rub himself through his pants absently. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that he was still in the bar with her and she was touching him. Yeah, just like that… he rubbed slowly, hearing her voice in his head. “You seem like you’re a big boy all over, Sergeant Shelten…”

Oh, yeah. Chad opened his trousers, reaching in to pull himself out. “Fuck…Andrea…mmm,” he groaned softly, sliding his hand up and down his cock from tip to base.

Imaginary-Andrea breathed in his ear, teasing. “Are you, Sergeant? Are you a… big boy?”

Chad ground his head back into the upholstery, stroking in earnest even as he pulled his shirt up and out of the way. “Oh, God…Andrea,” he gasped seconds later, his hips surging up from the cushions as he came in hot spurts on his stomach. Falling back, he stared up at the ceiling and waited for his thundering pulse to slow before he made his way to the shower to get cleaned up. He slid under the sheets of his bed, feeling so exhausted that he didn’t know what he’d do if they progressed to actually having sex – for the first time, he thought about cancelling his regular Saturday activities so he could see her again…Sunday couldn’t come soon enough. At least I know what to do beforehand so I survive our next date, he thought wearily, and fell asleep smiling.


tbc…
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OMG! O_o You go, Andrea…