Stake out time

Title: Stake out time!

Author: Kiley

Genure: smut

Pairing: santiago and Cruz

Author notes: sorry it's a quickie
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The tap tap tapping of his pen irritated the hell out of her. Between his humming and the sound of the pen tapping out a rythm against the dashboard she was going crazy.


"Manny!" She raised her voice slightly, "Please just please stop humming and stop the damn pen" She mumbled lowering her voice fingers flexing against her forehead as she rubbed her temples.

"You got a headache?" he asked sincerly, pen halting mid air before tapping once against the dashboard, her eyes squinting tightly as if to prevent an explosion from erupting.

"Yeah well, i didn't have one before you started your damn hoedown" She refuted, miserably her had connecting with the window.

He sighed returning to his uncomfartable portal of silence. It had been this way ever since she had asked him that question. He shifted his gallant figure attempting to get comfartable.

"How much longer do we have to be out here Mar.. erm Sarge?"

"What do you mean"

"Well we've been sitting here for like eight hours"

"And?"

"Well it's nothing just.. i don't think they are gonna show up anytime soon"

"Manny"

"Yeah"

She turned her head slightly, the ache becoming more evident in her back than her head. On reflex her hand falling against her neck brushing away at loose strands of ebony, applying the slightest of prussure.

"Don't worry about it"

"you got a kink in your neck?" He asked as her hand rubbed against tender flesh causing it to turn a fresh shade of pink.

"No"

"Turn around"

"What!?"

"Just turn around!"

She complied a little shocked, Manny had just given her an order, Authority. She never thought she would get a little hot over authority. All thoughts of authority exited her mind, the only thoughts now being about the feel of his hands against her neck.

Cool, long fingers pushed the rest of her hair forwards leaving her neck exposed. She heard him shifting his weight turning around to make the task that little bit easier. Breath hot against her exposed neck, she shivered invouluntarily.

"I'm not going to hurt you Sarge"

"You can call me Ritza if you like" She murmered giving him an inch. "And i'm not afraid of you hurting me" She smiled slyly awaiting hands to return to her neck.

Long rigid fingers pressed against the ache, The coolness of them contrasting with the heat from her jacket. Fingers smoothed across the skin, before thumbs and fingers joined together in a rubbing motion, Pinching skin gently between bent fingers, The motion contining to the thumbs meeting at the nape of her neck before returning to the sides rubbing along aching skin, slowly.

A long moan of "Manny" did nothing for his effort to keep himself under wraps. Her skin was so soft, she smelt so good. He felt her lean against him putting her in closer proximity of her. He made a just decision to pull his hands away before he got too far into it.

Her reaction was far from what he had expected. She turned eyes bearing emotions he'd never seen before, he had no idea what the hell was going on.. this was unforeseen, unplanned, wrong.

Her eyes fell to his hands, burning, She had felt it building as he rubbed her neck. The ache long gone as soon as he touched her skin. The itch returning in it's place, she had felt him tense against her back when she leaned against it. Felt the heat tingle in her breasts, felt the strong urge for a scratching beneath the material clad legs.

He watched her eyes darkening slowly as she shrugged her jacket off, hands reaching inside for a hair elastic, watched her shirt ride up as she stretched her arms skywards flinging back strands quickly and skillfully. Watched as she placed the jacket over her knees and sat in silence. A bright flush evident against her skin. Nipples erect through the tight fitting shirt she wore.

He moved slowly catching her off gaurd, His palm falling against her breast, Heavy against his hand he moved slowly, fingers grasping at her, his other hand remained in his lap, eyes meeting hers as she begged silently for his other hand against her. He complied, his left hand moving to join his right on her other breast, her hands running against his muscular arms, resting against his she entwined her fingers bending them with hers, arching her back so that she'd feel more friction against her breasts, her head lolling, tounge darting out to taste her lips.

He felt the hitch of her breath against her chest, his hands stilling, her eyes opening. There was no doubt about what was going to happen now.

He felt her hands move to his shoulders pushing him back into his seat, her slender frame brushing against him as she leaned over to him, Her able fingers undoing the button on his jeans, skillfully undoing the fly she dipped her hand inside, fingers skimming against his dick. The pushed inside of his boxer shorts, her fingers clasping around him gently, her hand moving up and down in slow teasing motion, his eyes falling closed his hand falling to the nape of her neck. He felt fingertips dance against the head of his semi erect dick, felt her palm against him. Felt the tight squeeze, heard the moan from his own lips. Felt himself get hard as he visualized her hot mouth curling around his shaft, taking all of him inside of her mouth, sucking gently, hotly. He felt her hand Squeeze against him again, felt her motion quicken, felt her other hand caressing his heavy balls.

His hand joined hers for a split second stilling the motion, he moved her hand to his shoulder, his hands against her hips pulling her over to him, her legs parting to accomadate him. Hips flush against his, she moaned incoherantly her core meeting his hard on. His hips bucking against hers.

He wiggled his ass against the seat in order for his jeans to fall below his theighs to his ankles, allowing for the movement he needed. His nimble fingers unbuttoned her jeans dipping inside for a taste of her. Her slick arousal hot against the pad of his fingertips, eyes closing for a slight restrain.

She smiled knowingly her hips raising as his hand pulled her free from material.

His eyes raised to meet hers.

"you don't mind if we skip the foreplay?" he muttered half heartdly.

"Foreplay? what the fuck do we need foreplay for, i've had enough foreplay in the god damn office"

He smiled at her blatant nature, his hand falling against his hard length, positioning , she moved quickly roughly, impaling herself heavily, the sudden feeling of him inside of her expressing a long loud moan. She moved slowly, teasing, stretching him, pulling him deeper inside of her as she moved slowly trying to make it good for him, by the hot pants of breath against her chest and the squinted eyes she assumed she was doing so. His hands against her ass, he thrust upwards, both of them moving to an unassigned rythm.

"Manny" she moaned hands falling to his face as she bounced from the force of him.

"Yeah"

"Open your eyes" she panted, hands grasping his face, falling to his shoulders as his eyes opened, her hips rolling forward pulling him harder, deeper.

She contined the motion pulling him harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Her name a form of religion falling from his lips. Repeatdly, each time with more and more urgency.

A light sweat built upon his brow, as he tried to hold out Her fingernails digging into his back as she moved forwards twice more legs quivering as she let him claim her, her neck elongated as she rested against the dashboard, the windows fogged from her effort, skin glistening with the hardship. His effort rewarded with a defeaning scream of his name, his eyes falling to her parted lips and the hot breath that escaped them, he let go pulling her to rest her against his chest, heart beat accelerated.

The only thought shared between the two as they left for home, was that they should park in more abandoned alley ways..