Untapped Love

Untapped Love
By AnitaB
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just set them up on dates. They need to get out more often than the show’s writers allow.
Author's Notes: This is part of a co-written series. Read "Love Philter" by Gatekeeper-and-AnitaB or AlittleGandA, first. The next story is Gatekeeper's, if she ever writes it. She’s a sucker for reader requests though (hint, hint, hint).

Chapter one: Going Clubbing, Again
***

It was a wonderful dream and Peter didn't want to wake up. A warm body was sprawled against his and soft breathing teased the skin of his neck. A hand rubbed back and forth over his heart and silken hair tickled his cheek.

She was here with him, sleeping in his arms. Peter didn't dream about Lindsay often -- ouldouldn't let himself -- but when they managed to slip through his controls, it was always like this. A physical closeness and an emotional tie. Her body lying along his with complete trust and affection. "Lindsay,"

Tightening his arms around her, Peter buried his fingers in her hair. Fighting to stay asleep, he tightened his hold on the dream girl in his arms... until she moved. Lindsay stretched, sliding one leg across his body and snuggling closer against sideside to feel more of his heat.

She really was here with him, it wasn't a dream. Opening his eyes in shock, Peter looked down to see Lindsay sleeping with her head on his shoulder. Clutching her hand to his heart, Peter treasured the reality of her cuddled in his arms.

"Lindsay," The tone of Peter's voice held awe and joy. Stroking a palm up her back, he remembered the feel of her body tucked against his as they'd danced, the sweet warmth of her skin on his. /Thank you, Love Philter./

Lindsay shifted against him, his steady gaze on her face waking her. Looking up into his e she she smiled. "Good morning, Peter."

Rubbing a thumb over her lips, Peter smiled too. "Of course it's a good morning, you're still here with me."

Her eyes melted, "Oh, Peter" Moving up to prop her arms on either side of his head, Lindsay sealed his lips with her own. The sound of his groan was quickly followed by the clenching of his arms around her and the eager response of his lips under hers.

Sliding both hands down her back to her hips, Peter pulled Lindsay across his torso. "Oh, god, Lindsay. You feel so good." Her only response was a groan as his hands stroked up her sides towards her breasts.

A frustrated groan fell from Peter's lips. "No,"

"What's wrong?"

He turned his wrist so she could see his watch. "We are so late for work."

Leaning back to kneel across his stomach, Lindsay grabbed his watch. "Shit, two hours. We gotta go." Crawling off him, she pulled Peter up to drop a kiss on his lips. "Get up."

Grinning against his will, Peter followed her out of bed. "What are you going to wear?"

The smile stayed on his face as Lindsay stood naked in the middle of his bedroom and realized the only clothing she had with her was the little black undercover dress. Certainly not office wear.

"Oh, no."

"While I think what you have on now is lovely." Peter stepped up beside her and rubbed a hand down her back, "It's not something you could wear to work."

"I can do this," she pushed his hands away, "But we won't get to work at all if you keep touching me. Can I raid your closet?" Lindsay turned in time to see his puzzled nod.

"I don't know how much it'll help, but feel free."

"Oh, and get dressed. You standing there like that is a little distracting." Pulling his lips to hers for a short but deep kiss, Lindsay stepped away. "Now, clothing," Slipping back into the black dress -- There was no way she could pull off wearing only Peter's clothes -- Lindsay stood
in front of his closet. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Peter pull a suit at random out of the closet, almost without looking at all. Guys had it so easy. Feeling the need to touch him, Lindsay grabbed at the bald excuse of helping him dress. Stopping his hands, she stepped close and began buttoning his shirt, delicately brushing her skin against his in the process. As she closed the last button and straightened his collar, his groan vibrated the skin under her fingers.

"Lindsay," Planting both hands on the bare skin of her back, he pulled her up into an eager kiss. Her arms slid around his neck as she kissed him back just as passionately. "Hmm...we have to stop or we'll never get to work." Sliding out of her arms, Peter moved towards the bathroom to
shave. "Hurry,"

Lindsay nodded, fisting her hands to keep from pulling him back into her arms. / Come on, Lindsay, the two of you are going to have to behave at work. Restrain yourself./ Turning her attention back to his closet, Lindsay got an idea. Pulling out and slipping into one of his business shirts, she buttoned it to the ribs and tied the ends up at the waist.

There, that wasn't perfect but it made it look more like a work outfit and disguised the dress a little. But it needed something else. A smile crossed her face at the memory of Peter on his motorcycle in a close-fitting leather jacket. Hmmm, she wouldn't mind wearing that jacket.

Sliding it around her, Lindsay breathed in the scent of him that lingered in the clothes. Glancing in the mirror, she decided it would do for today. But it would be a really good idea to leave some work clothes here for later. She might be spending more nights here than previously expected. A shiver traced her spine as Lindsay remembered the strength and feel of his arms
carrying her to his bed, his skin against hers. Yeah, she'd be spending more nights here than planned. For that matter, Peter might be getting a corner of her closet to hang some of his suits in.

The image of Peter sprawled out in her bed wandered into Lindsay's mind and stayed. It looked good, right. The sound of the bathroom door opening behind her cut off the train of thought.

"Ah, the miracle worker." Sliding his arms around her, Peter kissed her check. "You look great and we gotta go." Letting go of her, Peter put on a tie and suit coat. "Ready?"

After washing her face (she didn't have any makeup to wear but the guys probably wouldn't notice) Lindsay was ready.

***

Matt glanced up as Lindsay walked into the office two and a half hours late and looking worse for the wear. No makeup and not in her normal suit. And that looked suspiciously like Peter's leather motorcycle jacket.

"MorniLindLindsay. You okay?"

"I'd fine, Matt, Just a little car trouble. Sorry I didn't call."

/uh-huh, car trouble, ri-ight. / "No problem. I hope they can fix it."

"So do I," she said distractedly, brushing a hand over the conference table before taking a seat.

/Curiouser and curiouser./
It intrigued Matt even more when Peter walked into the office exactly five minutes after Lindsay. /Could it be any more obviously timed?/ He looked more presentable, a little rumpled but in one of his routine suits. /Must've spent the night at Peter's, hmm?/

"Sorry I'm late." Peter unconsciously brushed a hand over the same spot on the table before taking the chair next to Lindsay. "So what's the next case, boss?"

They were in their normal seats, pretending everything was normal but the ticker-tape in Matt's head kept counting the little pieces of evidence. He didn't think either of them were aware of touching the table like they had or of the way their body language leaned towards the other more than usual.

"Anton has the case file but we can start without him." Swiveling in his chair, Matt turned to see Peter and Lindsay better as he cued up the slides. "He's seen this part of the presentation already." The small reprimand in his voice didn't get a reaction from the intended audience and he shook his head at himself.

"Okay, what we've got so far is a string of missing women. All single adults. The only known connection between these women is a club." He paused, noting that Peter kept glancing at Lindsay out of the corner of his eye--another check mark. "A singles bar in the heart of the entertainment district. The police have found matchbooks and other objects with his bar's logo in each woman's apartment. Each woman's friends and coworkers remember them talking about a new man they’d met recently."

As Matt spoke, he clicked through pictures of women in their 20's.

"Where's our place in this?" Peter asked, resting his elbows on the table. "What makes this case unexplained?"

"I'm glad you asked." Matt leaned back and clicked forward to a set of pictures of various apartments. "The women in this case have simply vanished. Nothing's missing from their homes. There's no evidence of any struggle, break-ins, robberies. No large amounts withdrawn from any of their accounts to suggest they left on their own. No financial activity at all. The police
haven't found any sign of a trail--either of the women or of a person responsible for their disappearance. Simply there is no evidence leading towards a normal, explainable solution."

"Did they find anything at the bar?" Lindsay pulled her attention back to the case even though she continued running her foot up and down Peter's leg.

"The local cops have set up stakeouts, they've searched the building more than once and found nothing." Matt turned as Anton came into the room with several file folders. "We're ready, Anton."

"Good Morning, Peter, Lindsay." Anton's voice didn't hold even a tiny amount of suspicion or curiosity. Anton could be very oblivious in sometimes. "The medical evidence in this case is slim. As Matt said none of the five women's apartments show any sign of a struggle. No fingerprints, no blood stains, nothing. Nothing is out of place in these apartments - other than the women." Sliding a video disk into the player on the desk. "The bar on the other hand, is a different story. The club has plenty of unexplained abnormalities. We found unidentified chemicals in the alcohol as well as an unknown substance in the air. However, the effects of these substances are unknown and have not been directly linked to any of the disappearances."

"There's not a lot to go on, so where do we start?" Peter shifted in his chair as he spoke, subtly moving closer to Lindsay, completely unaware of doing so. "We have no theories to work from."

"We don't have any theories but we do have a site to work from." Matt turned to Lindsay with an apology on his face and the slight worry about Peter's reaction in his mind. "I know you've done more than your fair share of undercover work, Lindsay, but are you willing to go to the singles bar?"

Lindsay's 'yes' was cut off by Peter's rather uncharacteristically explosive response.

"Wait a second." Leaning forward, he put out a hand to stop any protests. "We don't have the slightest clue who or what is behind these disappearances and you want to send Lindsay alone into a bar where you've already found strange chemi. I. I don't think this is a very good idea." Peter didn't stop in his protest even as Lindsay touched his arm. "For all we know the missing
women were killed in that bar."

Matt sat back, fighting to hold in a satisfied smile. That was the last straw, he no longer had any doubts about their involvement. Peter was chivalrous and protective of all women but that outburst was just too much. "All the more reason to get the guy now before anyone else dies. And it's not like she'd be completely unprotected, the team will be there in case the bait works."

"Peter," Lindsay spoke quietly, wrapping both hands around his wrist and trying to get his attention. The attempt failed miserably.

"You're talking about using Lindsay for bait! At the very least send someone with her for safety."

"Only single women are vanishing. The missing people went to the bar alone. It wouldn't get the right person's attention to send someone into the bar with her. But of course we'll set up enough surveillance to take care of her."

"You're both talking like I'm not here," Lindsay stood and braced her hands on the table. "Peter, I appreciate your concern," her eyes were shouting volumes of meaning not contained in her words--saying she wasn't rejecting him or his help. "but I am completely capable of protecting myself and of making my own decisions. So both of you," a sharp glare at Matt and Peter, "relax and Matt, tell me more about the bar."

Sitting down, Lindsay carefully slid a hand under the table to rest on Peter's thigh. "So, Matt, did the customers or the employees remember the missing women? What do we know about their clubbing habits?"

"None of the women went missing their first visit. One woman disappeared around her second visit and several disappeared around their third visit. And it seems to be accelerating. As time goes on, the women disappear after a fewer number of visits. He's escalating. Several of the employees recognized the missing women but no one could remember seeing any of the women leavingh soh someone but that's not unusual. Women go home with men all the time." Peter's leg twitched under Lindsay's hand and she could feel the concern and disapproval emanating from him. "The bar can't keep tract of them all."

"So I'll just wander around the bar for a few days until someone hits on me?" The tone of her voice said the idea was high on the list of the stupidest she'd ever heard. The look on Peter's face agreed.

"No, you'll wander ad fod for a few days until the right person hits on you. It is a singles bar, you'll probably get hit on quite a bit."

Again the muscle in Peter's leg twitched even though he almost kept his blank through a massive amount of self-restraint. He really didn't like this plan ofion.ion. The idea of anyone else making moves on Lindsay made anger rise in him despite the fact that he trusted that she wanted to be with him, not anyone else. Covering her hand with his, Peter forced himself to sit back and tried to relax.

Matt again fought a smile at the intensity and protectiveness of Peter's actions. Not to mention that it looked like he and Lindsay were holding hands under the table. /No wonder Peter's unhappy with this case./

"Anton get back to work on those chemicals, try to see how they tie in. Peter, surveillance equipment-- wires and a camera if you can a small enough one here in time. Lindsay, stay here for a minute and I'll get you all the facts we have."

In a minute the room emptied of the other boys, leaving Lindsay and Matt alone. On his way out, of course, Peter squeezed her hand, brushing his fingers against her shoulders as he stood to leave. Anton went back to the lab, still unconcerned in the slightest by everyone's unusual behavior.

Lindsay nervously took off her - well,er'er's- leather jacket as Matt stared at her from the other side of the table. Feeling very singled out, she opened the case file in front of her and looked at Matt. "So what extra info do I need? I thought we covered our lack of data pretty
thoroughly."

Matt stared at her another moment before speaking. "Come over here, I've got a few details about the club and its...practices." He motioned her to stand next to his chair and spread papers across the table. "This bar is a bit wilder than the other places we've staked out. From the clothes in the missing women's wardrobes, from the police stakeouts’ surveillance, they wore very little to go clubbing. Can you pull something together?"

Glancing through the photos of the club in full swing, she laughed. "Matt, I'm not that old. I can easily come up with a good outfit."

Raising a hand to the small of her back, Matt pushed up the back edge of her shirt, just drawing a fingertip along the low back of the dress. /Yup, yesterday’s clothes./ One more check on the evidence list. "How will Peter feel about you wearing very little? Will he be able to let you go in alone?"

Pushing his hand away, she sat down and thumbed through thees. es. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Matt smiled, her voice didn't hold any shock or surprise, much too calm to actually be clueless. "Lindsay, it's obvious to anyone who knows the two of you that something is different between you. He's being very protective of you."

"Peter's just the chivalrous type. He's protective of everyone." She tried to shrug like it didn't matter while hiding just how deeply Peter's concern touched her. The effect of the shrug was diminished by her refusal to meet his eyes.

"It's not that simple, Lindsay. The way he looks at you is different. And you've been touching him a lot more that usual. Were you guys holding hands under the table?"

He knew, but that didn't mean she had to confirm or deny it. Lindsay just looked Matt in the eyes silently.

"Oh, I see. Did it happen at Love Philter?"

She smiled slightly but still refused to answer.

Matt smiled widely. The idea of them together was really sorta cute. "All right then. How do we get through this case without Peter blowing a gasket? Even the week it'll take to get ready won't be enough to calm him down."

"Send him in with me?" The doubtful expression on her face said even she didn’t think that would work.

Matt shook his head, "No one will believe you're single with Peter in the room." Laughing a little under his breath, Matt said. "He radiates possessiveness around you and that's here where there's no one to protect you from."

"I know you're right, he couldn't help himself in a club. Peter will have to stay in the van whether he likes it or not." Lindsay smiled, shaking her head adly.dly. "And he won't like it."

"So what do we do?"

***

(T-minus two hours to clubbing)

"Come here, Lindsay."

"What do you need, Peter?"

"This," He pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately. "I've needed to touch you all day." His arms held her close against his body, treasuring the feel of her pressing closer. "I've got a bad feeling about this bar. I wish I could go with you."

"Peter, I'll be all right. You, Matt, and Anton will be right outside if anything goes wrong. You'll be there, Peter, you just can't come inside." She smiled and laughed quietly. "Like I could keep my hands off you in the bar long enough to pass for single." Stroking a fingertip over his lips, Lindsay's eyes took on the darkened hue of want. Dropping her hands to his shoulders, she leaned in just enough to see his eyes. The sheer force of the need in his face shocked her. His eyes were dilated, almost black as they traced every curve of her face.

"Lindsay," her name forced itself from his throat as the dam holding him in check shattered. Sweeping her up into his arms, Peter laid her on the table, his lips hungrily, demandingly caressing hers. Opening to his kiss, Lindsay groaned and wrapped arms and legs firmly around his body. Oh, he'd missed her taste. After thoroughly exploring her mouth with his tongue,er per pulled back while still lying over her body. "We should get you ready for the bar."

"No, don't move just yet." Lindsay tightened her legs about his waist. "This feels too good to let go so soon." Pulling his lips down to hers for a long, slow, deep kiss, Lindsay rev in in the feel of his hardness cradled between her legs and the trembling strength of his arms around her. "Peter,"

Burying his face in her throat, Peter whispered, "I don't want to let you go. But since I want you to come back safe, I'm doing this right." Pulling out of her arms, Peter helped Lindsay off the table and led her to a cluttered work counter.

Lifting a short, delicate but somehow sturdy, chain from a box. "Here, this is a tracking device." Kneeling down, he fastened the chain around her ankle, his fingers deliberately rubbing against the fabric of her nylons. Looking up at her, Peter rested his hands around her calf, "I want to know exactly where you are at all times. I don't want to lose you." Peter stood brushing his hands up her balonalong the way.

Pulling a pair of diamond stud earring from the same box, he turned to place a kiss on the soft skin behind her ear. "I don't want to take any chances." Gentle fingers placed the studs in her ears as his lips brushed back and forth over the quickening pulse in her throat.

"So you can hear us," he handed her an ear piece, smaller than a hearing aid. "So we can hear you," he flipped the collar of her shirt back and wove the wire of a smaicroicrophone through the stitching of the hemmed edge. "So I can see who's near you that shouldn't be," There was tension and the slightest note of anger in his voice as he fastened a jeweled choker around her neck. "The camera lens is here," he stroked a fingertip over a large clear jewel surrounded by red stones. "In the diamond. Check it every now and then to make sure it's facing forward." His fingers stayed for a moment on her skin, a delicate warmth they both treasured. Taking his hands from her, Peter reached back and brought forward a small object. "Because I can't come with you," he pressed a small can of pepper spray into her palm and curled her fingers around it. Lifting her hand to his lips, he pressed a kiss to her skin. "Please be careful, Lindsay, come back to me safe."

Kissing her lips, Peter fought to lighten the tension hanging in the room. Sliding both hands down her sides to the bare skin of her waist, he smiled. "I really like this outfit," one hand stayed at her waist while the other dropped to stroke up the nylons under the short skirt. "I can't wait to take it off you later tonight. There's so much we can do together and I already *need* to hold you again."

/Oh, god, you're so sweet. / "Oh, Peter," Lindsay threw her arms around his neck and claimed his lips with her own.

***

"Uh, Peter? You're not going inside." Matt's eyes widened at the outfit Peter was wearing. Black leather pants rode low and tight on his hips. A silver-gray mesh t-shirt clung to all the muscles of his torso and seemed almost transparent.

"I know I'm not going into the bar, Matt. But I'm ready to if something goes wrong. Neither of you would fit in like you're dressed." Moving very comfortably in that outfit, Peter slid into the chair at the surveillance controls, "I still have a bad feeling about this."

Peter ignored the expression in Matt's face -- the curious wondering about Peter's life outside work. From Matt's experience it took a certain amount of time wearing leather pants, particular ones that tight, before one could move naturally and comfortably in them. Peter seemed completely and totally at ease in those clothes. And that pricked at the curiosity of both Matt and Anton.

But Peter's attention was elsewhere. Lindsay was about to go inside the bar and he wanted to double check all the equipment before she went in. Flipping several switches, he turned on her camera, microphone and receiver, and checked the signal of both her tracking beacons.

"Lindsay, can you hear me?"

"Yes, Peter, loud and clear."

"Good," the relief in his voice touched her over the wire. "Turn around so I can check the camera." The view on his monitor did a slow 360 degree pan of the street outside the club. "All right, everything looks good." Glancing at the other guys, Peter exchanged a nod. "Okay, Lindsay we're ready when you are." Peter paused and emotion filled his voice. "Be careful, Lindsay."

"I will be, Peter. And I'll see all you guys soon." The comment was directed to the whole team but the emotion in her voice was for Peter alone. And he heard it, stroking a finger down the edge of the monitor.

----

Outside in the street, Lindsay straightened her collar, unconsciously checking all the electronics--a movement of her foot, fingers touching the microphone, the camera-necklace, and the diamond studs. One hand slipped into her purse to touch the can of pepper spray. Smoothing her hair and clothes, she tried - almost successfully - to slip into the role of single female seeking man. /Time to go./

----

Peter watched the camera monitor, torn between pride and jealousy at the waves of male appreciation directed at Lindsay -- his woman. /They'd better not touch her./ As the men in the bar continued to admire her - some leg img impolitely -- Peter's emotions swung from ambivalent to pure anger. It took almost more self-restraint than Peted tod to stay in the van.
He wanted -- no, needed-- desperately to run into the bar and cover her up. To wrap her in his arms and show every man there that she was taken, that Lindsay belonged with him. /She's mine./

Matt worriedly took in Peter's clenched fist, wondering how long his restraint would hold. Peter losing control might put Lindsay in more danger than the perpetrator. No one had disappeared the first night but if he were threatened, that might change drastically for the worse.

It was getting worse. Matt watched in morbid fascination as a man in the bar approached Lindsay. Peter's face twitched as Lindsay's faked laughter sounded over the microphone. The girl could act, Matt both admired at and was concerned about that fact. Peter's nerves were tight enough without her acting ability helping push him too far.

"Remember, Lindsay, you're here to see and be seen. Our guy doesn't take women on the first visit." Lindsay discreetly tapped a fingertip against the microphone in acknowledgment while making some distracted comment to the flirting man.

Playing fascinated female, Lindsay laughed and lifted a hand to her throat, brushing the edge of a finger along the diamond on her necklace, a pre-arranged reassurance for Peter.

In the van, Matt was pleasantly surprised to see Peter relax a little after Lindsay brushed her hand across the camera. /Good Girl./

***

Despite Peter's continued tension, the rest of the night passed without major event. Lindsay played single well and attracted several men's attention without Peter barging in and blowing her cover. All in all a successful first night clubbing. But she was so ready to go now.

The casual, not so casual, offers and touches were getting on her nerves. Lindsay wanted desperately to go outside to the van and feel Peter's arms around her. Sidling over to the edge of the room, Lindsay spoke behind the drink glass she’d carried all night, pretending to sip the untouched drink, "Ok, guys, last call is in ten minutes and I've flirted until my voice is dead and even my eyelashes hurt. Can I leave now?"

"Yeah, Lindsay we're done for the night. Come on back and you can head home." Matt spoke into her ear piece, sounding almost as relieved as she was to be leaving.

"Okay, I'm on my way."

***

Out in the van, Matt decided he and Anton shouldn't be there when Peter and Lindsay weren't separated by several walls.

"Come on, Anton. It's time to go."

All three men climbed out, Matt and Anton moving to the cab while Peter leaned against the side of the van waiting for Lindsay.

She approached from the front of the van, leaning in the passenger's window to say good night to the boys.

"See you two at work tomorrow, sleep well."

Matt leaned forward to see her past Anton. "We'll start late tomorrow, I think we all deserve the sleep after tonight's hours."

"Fine by me, when I go out I don't stay 'til closing on work nights. I could use the sleep." The smile on her lips told Matt in no uncertain terms that more than sleep would be occurring. "See you later."

As the van pulled out, Lindsay turned to find Peter standing a few feet behind her with a welcoming smile on his face.

"Lindsay,"

"Peter," Then the clothes he was wearing sunk through her happiness to see him to register in her mind. "Peter?"

His smile changed, gaining a little self-derision. "I wanted to be ready if you needed me." He dropped his head a little sheepishly. "I know it was silly."

"No, Peter, it was sweet." Moving closer, she let her eyes wander over his body. Her face had desire and appreciation all over it. That shirt showed off every muscle in his upper body and the pants were --/Oh, god/-- very tight, very nice. "You look amaziPetePeter."

His smile was very satisfied as Peter opened his arms. "Lindsay, why are you still all the way over there?"

Instantaneously Lindsay was in his arms sharing a passionate kiss and treasuring the tight feel of his embrace.

...half a block away, Matt glanced in his rear view mirror to see Peter and Lindsay making out at the side of the road. /I knew it./ As he continued to drive, Matt hoped absently that they remembered a change of clothes and to set the alarm clock. The two hours late and in yesterday's clothes bit could cause problems if it became routine...

Peter's hands, splayed wide across her back, pressed her infinitesimally closer as his mouth devoured hers. Every fiber of his being was thoroughly enjoying her closeness. One hand slid up her back to tangle in her hair as the other moved to press deliciously against the exposed skin of her lower back.

Lindsay's lips responded eagerly to his hungry kiss as her hands left his short hair to explore the muscles of his neck and back through the thin cloth of his shirt. The slight scratch of her nail through his shirt pulled a groan from him, she could draw blood if she wanted to for each mark was proof that this thing between was real. That she wanted him.

When breathing became absolutely necessary, Peter broke the kiss and buried his face in her throat, breathing heavily against her skin. Lindsay gasped his name as Peter's lips began tracing the low V of her collar with hot kisses. At the sensation of his lips caressing the skin over her heart and the texture of his leather pants against her stomach, Lindsay heard her own voice rasping the words "Please, Peter."

Lifting his head, he smiled down into her face. "Please what, Lindsay?"

Sliding her arms around his nand and fitting her body to his, Lindsay spoke against his lips. "Please, take me home. I can't wait to get you in my bed."

"God, yes," He very gently, very lightly kissed her lips, almost as if he didn't trust himself to stop if he kissed her more. Pulling back he took her hand and led her around the corner to his bike. Peter really liked the idea of going to her place. He wanted to see a side of her life
she didn't share very often. He liked the idea of sleeping on sheets that smelled like her and most importantly he loved the idea of leaving his cologne on her bed, of smelling himself on her skin, in her sheets, of proving she belonged with him.

Stepping up beside the bike, Peter lifted a helmet over Lindsay's hair, tenderly fastening the strap under her chin. His touch was so gentle as he stroked the curve of her cheek and Lindsay realized that Peter had planned this. She watched as he put on his own helmet with much less attention than he'd used on hers. Peter must have deliberately brought a helmet for her; he
didn't usually carry two. For that matter, for any other undercover job Peter would have driven with the team in the van and not brought the bike at all. He planned to take her home - to either his place or hers - as soon as possible after the night's work was done. He planned to sleep with her in his arms. /How sweet./

She slid onto the bike seat behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, tucking herself close against his back. She smiled as his hands rubbed along her thighs to her knees, tugging her even closer against him. Each let out a soft moan at the feel of her thighs tight against his hips, his leather rubbing against her nylons.

"Hurry, Peter."

No vocal response was necessary as Peter covered her hand with his before peeling away from the curb towards Lindsay's apartment.

"Hurry, Lindsay." Peter's arms were braced on either side of her front door, his body leaning close to hers as she struggled with the lock.

No vocal response was necessary as Lindsay won the battle with the key and turned to face him with need burning in her eyes. Resting her back against the door, Lindsay raised both hands to the muscles of his upper arms, enjoying the tension running through Peter's body, enjoying knowing that she was the sole cause of it..

The tension broke. One of his hands fell from the wall to the doorknob as the other arm swept Lindsay against his body and into a kiss. Her arms and legs folded naturally around him as Peter carrier inr into the living room and lowered them both to the sofa.

"Lindsay," he held her close, so close the leather of his pants pressed into the exposed skin above her thigh-highs. Lindsay groaned, enjoying the feel of him cradled against her, shivering in anticipation of feeling him cradled inside her.

"Peter, I need you." Dragging her hands down his back, Lindsay felt each muscle react to her touch through the mesh of his shirt. The groan vibrating in his throat only escaped when her hands slid down to pull his hips harder against her own. “Now,”

Kissing her madly, Peter ran his hands up her leg and hips to find and untie the strap at the back of her shirt.

"Wait,"

Peter stopped instantaneously, pulling back gh tgh to see her face. "Lindsay?"

She smiled as reassurance. "Not no, Peter, just not here." Nipping at the line of his jaw, her voice turned sultry. "I want you in my bed." At his smile, Lindsay peeled his shirt over his head and flattened one hand against the middle of his chest. Pushing slightly she kept the same distance between their bodies as they both rose off the couch.

Lindsay couldn't help but look at him for a minute. His caring eyes, and tender lips. The strong like of his neck leading to his brshoushoulders and well-defined chest. The hard, flat muscles of his stomach and the lean strength of his arms. Not to mention those tight pants; they outlined his body like a second skin. She could see how much he wanted her and she wanted him back just as strongly.

"Peter," Lindsay dropped her hand to the front of his pants and, curling her fingers under the edge, pulled him down the hallway to her room, and her bed.

Peter shuddered at the look in her eyes and the touch of her hand so low on his body. God, he wanted her. The frustration of the night's work and the insatiable need he'd felt for her since that first touch in Love Philter combined to weaken his control. He loved the fact she seemed to need him just as fiercely.

Backing him up against the foot of her bed, Lindsay pushed him down and followed quickly to straddle his hips. Sprawled out flat beneath her, Peter groaned and dragged her lips to his for an impassioned kiss as his hands quickly and efficiently attacked her clothes. Already loosened, the top gave way first, exposing a tiny black, lace bra which quickly followed it to the floor.

"Oh, god, Lindsay, you are so beautiful," She gasped as he sat up to kiss her breasts. Lindsay's hands locked around his head as he tortured her nipples deliciously with lips, tongue, and teeth. His mouth working eagerly and skillfully on her skin, Peter stroked his hands down her sides to search for the fastener of her skirt. Tugging on the bow, he unwound the fabric from her
hips, the small black lace panties dragging a moan from r'sr's throat as she rocked her hips against his. Rubbing along the expanse of skin between her panties and thigh-highs, Peter pulled her close and rolled her beneath him. He groaned at the feel of her breasts pressed to his chest before leaving her arms to kneel at her feet.

Lindsay moaned, her body crying out at the loss of contact.

"Shh, baby, I can't wait either." Quickly stripping off her shoes, thigh-highsd lad lace underwear -- deliberately leaving the homing device anklet on -- Peter moved back into her arms, pressing heavily against her. This time she moaned in satisfaction at the press of skin to skin and the smooth rub of leather against her hips and legs. Rolling her above him, Peter begged against her lips, "Touch me, Lindsay. Please touch me."

Rising above him on her knees, Lindsay whispered "Yes, always" and sent her hands on a re-exploration of his body, her touch covering the now-familiar territory of his muscular frame to halt at the top edge of his pants. His hips arched against her hands as her mouth followed the path of her caresses to meet them there.

"Oh, god, Lindsay, please!"

horohoroughly enjoying the intensity of his need, Lindsaowlyowly, torturously unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, sliding a hand past the leather to touch him. Peter's hands fisted in her sheets as he cried out at the heat of her fingers caressing him.

No matter how much Lindsay liked those leather pants -- and she did -- they had to go. Pulling the pants down his legs, she slipped them and his shoes off his feet to the floor. "Peter, I need you so much."

Unfisting his hands from the bedding, Peter held his arms out to her, "Come here, Lindsay, I need you too. God, I need you so much."

Crawling up his body to move into his arms, Lindsay straddled him, groaning at the feel of his hardness against her without any barriers at last. It felt so good. He felt so good.

Peter cradled her cheek in his palm, gently and passionately kissing her lips as his other hand pressed her body closer.

Pulling back and savoring his taste on her lips, Lindsay gazed into Peter's eyes as she guided his shaft inside her body.

"Ahhh..."

Both sighed at the feel of finally being together, at being connected again. At last.

Lindsay reached up to twine her fingers through his as she began moving above him, treasuring the heavy friction of his length inside her.

\ "Lindsay," Peter nuzzled his cheek against hers, lifting her hand to his lips for a kiss. Untangling his hands from hers, he cradled her face in his hands and pressed an eager kiss on her mouth. The rhythm of Peter's hips under hers increased as need surged within him. "Lindsay...you feel so good." Sliding his hands down her body to her hips, Peter guided Lindsay into a new rhythm, hard and deep.

"Oh, Peter." Sitting up, Lindsay rode him eagerly, her nails lightly marking the skin of his stomach. "Oh, god, Peter... so good...please, I need--" The words disappeared into a soft cry as her body clenched around his, bringing them both to the edge of climax.

Groaning helplessly, Peter dragged Lindsay down against his chest, kissing her passionately as together they fell over the edge. Pressed as close to each other as possible, they gazed into each other's eyes as pleasure filled them both, coursing through and between them. Collapsing into the arms Peter wrapped so tightly around her, Lindsay felt his heartbeat reverberating through her body, savoring the quiet aftermath and the heat of his body cradling hers.

Tucking the blankets around Lindsay, Peter spooned behind her and nuzzled his mouth against her neck, holding her tightly in his arms. "Those few hours you were in the bar were the worst of my life. I was so afraid for you, so sure something would go wrong, so scared you'd be hurt. It was torture to let you go in there alone, to watch them look at you like that. I wanted so badly to go inside, hold you in my arms, and tell them all that you were mine, that you were with me and they were wasting their time hoping for anything with you." He was pressed so close along her back that Lindsay could feel him swallow nervously before continuing. "Are you mine, Lindsay? Do you want to be with me?"

She turned to face hi sho shock, "Oh, Peter, yes. No one's ever made me feel like this before. Of course I want to be with you," she laid a palm against his cheek and searched his eyes with her own, trying to show him how much he meant to her. "I've never wanted anyone more, Peter, never."

He blinked once and an instant later Lindsay was lying beneath him engaged in a breathless kiss. Her fingers in his hair and her tongue exploring his mouth, Lindsay reveled in the urgent claim Peter was staking. It felt so good to belong with one,one, to be cared about so intensely.

Peter propped himself up on his elbows to smile down into her eyes. She was his, Thank god, she was his.

"Does this mean that you're mine too, Peter?"

"Oh, god, yes, Lindsay. I'm yours. Always yours, only yours."

Lindsay smiled, pulling him back down into her arms. "Always isn’t long enough."

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