Secret Lovers

Secret Lovers
Show: Fastlane
Pairing: Van and Billie
Summary: A little time in the bathroom goes a long way for these two “never gonna admit it” lovers.
Disclaimer: This story contains sexual acts that may be inappropraite for anyone under the age of 18 (bla bla bla). This story also contains characters that don't belong to me. Hey, I'm just borrowing! Not like I'm making any money off this stuff. It's just for fun!

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her clear blue eyes scanning her figure over once as she scrutinized every inch or exposed flesh, every little imperfection. Maybe her somewhat flabby thighs were the reason he hadn’t asked her out, or hit on her for the last few weeks. Maybe it was the wrinkles around her eyes, which barely even mattered because her hair usually covered them. But with it brushed back away from her face, she could see every line magnified as if through a magnifying glass.

She hated herself, hated the way she looked, hated the scars that riddled her torso, especially the large one that swept the length of her abdomen from the knife wound she sustained during her stint in jail on false murder charges. She pulled her black turtle neck tank top up to see the healing scar which still stood out against her pale skin. She frowned. Why couldn’t she have the perfect body? Why did she have to have all these imperfections?

When had she become so obsessed with the way she looked? She thought back to the day almost a year ago when the Candy Store received its newest member, Van Ray. He was a little shit in the beginning, always acting like a smart ass, but he grew on her, and no matter how many fights they had, how many strange things they went through, he’d always be there for her. But now, he seemed to have distanced himself. Ever since he had saved her life from the crazy bitch that had tried to kill her, ever since he had opened his heart and told her that he had feelings for her that went beyond the job, he had just seemed to shut up and close down. It hurt her to think that he could be so cold, but he had been, lately, and now she began to think it had something to do with her.

Billie Chambers was never the type of person to take this kind of shit, but now she was. She had allowed herself to get involved, get attached, and now it killed her to think that it was in vain. Why, she wondered, why couldn’t she have just told him that she also had feelings for him as well, feelings that she knew would get her in trouble? Hell, she was already in trouble; the Candy Store was already in trouble? Why not add to the list of things that continued to grow as each and every problem was scrutinized down to its last detail, like her body?

Billie shook her head. She needed to push these thoughts of her head and quickly. The Candy Store bathroom was no place to be contemplating her doubts and fears. But as she turned around to open the door, she bumped into the last person she wanted to see that day. Colliding with the strong, well muscled chest that was entering the bathroom, Billie looked up, her blue eyes meeting with the green of his, and said, “Van…” in that angry tone she usually used on him.

“Billie,” Van replied, unfazed by her voice. He always knew it was for show, and played along, but not when they were alone, like they were now. His partner had already gone home for the day after realizing they were still in deep with the LAPD and pretty much every other law enforcement agency one could think of. That left Van and Billie alone, at the Candy Store, with nothing but free time on their hands.

They stood in the doorway of the spacious bathroom, their bodies still pressed up against one another, not moving, just staring into each other’s eyes. Billie’s resolve was slipping. She wanted so badly to reach up and pull Van down for a kiss, and being this close, feeling the warmth radiating off his chest, was driving her crazy. God, what she wouldn’t do for a cigarette at the moment. Too bad she had quit ages ago and cleared her desk of any remnants of the nasty little habit. Instead, she pushed away from him, heading back into the bathroom to grab the tube of lipstick that she had left on the edge of the sink.

Van followed her inside. He knew the hungry look in her eye. It had been there ever since he had almost admitted his love for her, the key word being almost. He had promised himself he’d never get close to a higher ranking officer than himself, but Billie wasn’t the typical lieutenant. She was gorgeous, to put it simply, with a quick wit to match is own. Never in his life had he ever encountered anyone who could possibly outsmart him, even manipulate him, like she did. And for some odd reason, it really turned him on. But he continued to doubt the possibilities of a relationship with her. It would be detrimental to both their careers, and it would cause him to lose the only job he ever really loved.

But even now as he stood behind her as she placed her purse on the edge of the sink and threw her lipstick into it, he couldn’t help the pang of desire that ran through him. They were alone, after all. Who would ever know if they kissed? Who would ever know if they did more than kiss? The possibilities that ran through his mind were endless, propelling him to stand closer to her, wrap his arms around her waist, and gently place a kiss on the side of her neck.

Billie was caught unprepared for the sudden shower of affection from the only man she could admit to having feelings for other than hatred. She stiffened as his arms locked around her waist, getting ready to slap him, but the soft touch of his lips against her skin only managed to elicit a small gasp from her. She was instantly transported to a place she felt safe, warm, secure… loved. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to become engrossed in his touch, allowed it to wash over her like a gentle rain.

Van’s hand’s continued to pull her tighter against his chest as his lips traveled up her neck and along her jaw line until they stopped at her ear, taking a quick nibble on the lobe before continuing across her cheek to reach her lips. Their first kiss was soft and slow, tender even, but the second brought in passion, lust, and a whole lot of tongue. Van’s right hand slowly began to creep beneath her shirt, bunching up the fabric as his fingers neared their intended target, the soft slope of her firm breasts. He was quick to unclasp the front, allowing one to cascade into his palm. Billie’s chest heaved with the sudden sensation of his fingers rolling and teasing her nipple, her back arching, her body wanting to feel even more of him.

His other hand had taken a different path along her body, slipping downward beneath the fabric of her tight black pants until it found her lacy panties. Fingers crept lower, cupping her dampening sex and stroking her clit through the flimsy fabric. Billie moaned into his mouth as they continued to kiss, not having broken for the last couple of minutes. Her lungs told her to pull away, breathe in some air, but her mind told her to stay where she was, to keep her lips planted firmly against his. Van broke away instead, needing the air to continue, and wanting to remove her shirt. He pulled it over her head with his right hand, his left continuing its delicious stroke between her legs.

When she suddenly realized that he had taken off her shirt, Billie was quick to cover her upper body with her hands, not wanting him to see all the battle scars and blemishes that dotted it. Van stopped his gentle caress, immediately sensing something was wrong. He glanced up at the mirror to see her head down, her hands wrapped around herself as if she didn’t want him to see her.

“Billie,” Van softly whispered, hoping to regain her attention. She looked up from beneath her long, dark lashes, but didn’t dare make eye contact. His gaze searched down her body to find the source of her discomfort and fear until his bright green eyes stumbled upon the scar across her abdomen. He gently pried her hands away from it, wanting to see its full extent.

Billie wanted to run, to hide, to get away from here. She feared that after he had seen that horrible gash, he turn away in disgust, never wanting to lay eyes on her again. But what she saw on his face was a soft look of understanding and thoughtfulness, wonder even, as his fingers traced across its length, causing an even greater pang of lust to bolt through her veins. He was unknowingly teasing her and it was beginning to drive her nuts. Her head rolled back against his hard shoulder, her eyes closing again as his right hand traced back up her abdomen and began caressing her breasts again while his left started its gentle stroke between her legs.

“Van,” Billie moaned as his fingers dipped beneath her panties and filtered through the downy hair covering her sex. He stroked her outer lips for a couple of seconds, feeling her breathing quicken, her chest rising and falling rapidly as his other hand continued to fondle her breasts. Before she even had time to sort out all the emotions and sensations flowing through her body, Billie felt Van’s finger plunge deep into her saturated pussy, causing her to cry out in sheer ecstasy. His thumb soon found its way to her swollen clit, gently stroking it as her hips rocked to the rhythm of his caresses.

After finding her mouth and latching onto it for another deep, searing kiss, Van let his right hand trail down her abdomen to find the clasp of her pants. He undid it quickly, letting the black fabric simply fall on its own accord as he hooked his finger around the elastic band of her lacy black panties and slowly slid them down her delicate hips. Once both garments had fallen to the floor at her ankles, he maneuvered her away from them, his left hand never releasing its pleasuring hold from within her continuing its strong, gentle strokes. His right hand returned to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh like dough.

Billie’s moans increased in intensity as his strokes came harder and faster against her clit. Through half lidded eyes, she watched Van work his magic on her body, one hand massaging her breasts as the other played with her pussy. It turned her on even more, her body flushing red as beads of sweat trickled down over her skin.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “I think… I think…” Her voice trailed off, unable to finish her sentence as a wave of extreme pleasure radiated throughout her body. His fingers had found the spot that made her ache and relentlessly massaged it until she was nearly withering in ecstasy.

“You think what?” Van whispered in her ear, the dominance present in his voice. It was a nice change to be the one in control for once. He slowed his fingers to the point where he nearly stopped their torturous pleasure.

Billie nearly cried out when she felt him slow his ministrations. Her release was so close she could feel it, and the pain of having to wait it out was unbearable. Answering him was the only way he’d free her from the torture. “I think… I’m going... to cum,” she nearly whispered between ragged breaths. She couldn’t take it anymore, the need lacing her voice as she spoke.

“I think I’m going to make you wait,” Van replied as he slowly began removing his fingers from her saturated pussy.

“No!” Billie cried, her hands immediately closing over his to stop him. “Please, no.” The need in her voice was clear now.

Van smiled a wicked smile as his right hand took her chin and directed her face to the mirror. “Alright,” he said, “but I want you to watch.” She nodded her head as he began stroking her again at a frantic pace. It didn’t take long for the pleasure to build up. Billie thrust her hips, wanting him to go as deep as he could, reach as far as his fingers would go as she watched her reflection in the mirror, his hand never moving from her chin as he watched as well, the devilish smile continuing to play on his lips. Her breathing came in sharp gasps the closer she got to her release, and when it finally came upon her, she could feel her whole body shake down to its core as her orgasm radiated throughout every molecule of her being. Her knees gave out, but she felt his strong arm continue to hold her up until she was stable again. Even then he didn’t let go.

Van slowly withdrew his fingers from her pussy. Billie took his hand and gently brought it to her lips, taking his fingers in her mouth and gently sucking on them. She watched the shock on his face through the reflection in the mirror as her tongue rolled around each digit, showing him what she was capable of. She could feel the hardness of his erection pressed against her back and slowly turned around to face him. Finished with his hand, she let it drop to his side as she took in his lips for a deep kiss. There was plenty of time, and many things to come.

Running her hands down his silk shirt and over his chest, Billie found the buttons and undid them, placing a kiss on every inch of flesh she exposed then continuing downward until she reached the final button. She was now on her knees, her hands reaching for his belt buckle to undo it as well as her lips continued to kiss the hard muscles of his abdomen, her tongue every so often dipping into his naval causing him to gasp and run his fingers through her hair. She looked up from her gentle ministrations to find Van enjoying himself immensely, his head rolled back and his green eyes squeezed shut. It made her grin as she unclasped the button of his tight jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. But she didn’t pull down his pants just yet. She decided to take revenge for his little power trip just moments before.

Taking her hand, she ran it over the throbbing bulge of his erection. His response was something between a growl and a purr as his fingers filtered through her dark hair again, grabbing it gently as he strokes became harder. “Do you like that, Van?” Billie whispered, her eyes never leaving his face, her hand continuing to rub him. He nodded his head, his eyes still closed as he enjoyed her caress. Billie’s grin turned sinister as she gave him a light squeeze. His breath hitched as he tugged her hair a little harder. “I think that’s all for today,” she said, getting ready to stand up, but waiting for his response.

Van’s eyes immediately opened as he looked down at her in shock and anger. “No!” he nearly yelled before noticing the look on her face. Her grin gave it all away. She was just getting her revenge. She’d never leave him hanging like that, would she? “Please, don’t stop,” he begged, pulling her up to kiss her again.

“Well, if you put it that way…” Billie’s voice trailed off as he kissed her once more. She resumed her work, her fingers looping around the waistband of his jeans and slowly pulling them down over his slender hips. Van’s boxers came off next, and finally, both of them were naked with Billie kneeling down in front of him, ready to begin what both of them had been anticipating.

Her warm, wet mouth closed over the fat head of his penis and simply savored the hedonistic thrills and spicy flavor of the manhood filling her mouth. Billie loved the feel of his hard flesh and the surging beat of his heart against the slow swirl of her tongue. Then, snaking her long, sensuous tongue through her wide, full, pouted lips, she coated his length with a volley of wet, lapping kisses. She used a well-practiced blend of licks and sucks over ever hard inch and blood popped vein, a warm bath of pure female affection.

Billie’s incredibly experienced tongue teased the length of his bucking shaft before arriving at his omnipotent balls. She hummed around the hefty orbs, quickly bringing him to the brink of an orgasm as she worked her mouth hard, getting ready to suck him dry when he came. His hand suddenly dropped onto the back of her head, seeking to aid in her efforts.

“Oh, God, Billie!” Van cried. “Don’t stop.” She continued inflicting her tongue lashing strokes as she began teasing jerking testes with the tip of her tongue. She continued meticulously tracing every line, crinkle, and fold of the quivering satchel, again taking the swollen orbs into the sanctity of her mouth and began sucking voraciously. As Billie sucked on his balls, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began a rapid up-and-down motion.

“Oh, shit, Billie, I think…” Van trailed off just as she had when he neared his climax. She knew the time was now. Moving rapidly back to the head of his penis, she closed her wide, full lips around him. Sucking hard, she began bobbing up and down at a frantic, almost feverish pitch, digging her fingertips into his thighs, urging him to let go.

All at once, as expected, it happened. It was a long, slow, drawn out orgasm that ripped through Van’s body, almost completely draining him of his energy. They both fell to the floor, with Billie snuggly tucked into his arms. “Damn, that was incredible,” he whispered into her ear then kissed the top of her head.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Billie responded, making herself comfortable against his chest. They lay on the bathroom floor for a few more minutes before Billie sat up and began grabbing her clothes.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Van asked, pulling her back down against him. “I’m not done with you just yet.”

“Oh, really?” she skeptically replied, letting her clothes fall back to the floor. “What else did you have planned?”

“This,” he answered, pulling her in for a deep kiss. They soon let go of each other, the need to be together present in both their eyes. Neither wanted this night to end, and wouldn’t let it until they had fulfilled both their desires and fantasies.

Van stood up, gently lifting Billie off the floor with him and walked out of the bathroom. His destination was the simple red couch in the lounge near Billie’s office, where he delicately laid her down, surveying her body in all it’s glory, something he had fantasized about doing ever since the first day they met nearly a year before. Their gaze met as he stood before her, his bright green eyes gleaming with anticipation as her hand rose up and reached for his. She pulled him down beside her, wrapping her body around his for the warmth and comfort it provided.

They kissed softly, not wanting to rush like they had been earlier. His hand never lost touch with hers as his fingers explored her body, her soft skin falling beneath his light touch, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned into his mouth, reveling in his caresses as she allowed his tongue to slip between her lips. It ran across her soft inner lips then traced a line up to the roof of her mouth. Billie forgot how much fun it was to just kiss and not have to worry about what would come next, even though it still entered her mind every once in a while to remind her where this was going. She smiled, kissing back in her own unique way. Her hands found their way to the back of his head and grabbed a soft clump of his light brown hair as her tongue found every little soft spot that made Van moan.

By now, his hands had traveled down the length of her body and settled on her ass, gently kneading the soft mounds with his fingers. Her legs wrapped around his waist, bringing their bodies as physically close as possible. Slowly, he managed to roll Billie onto her back, his lips trailing a path down her neck and towards her breasts, where his mouth stopped to gently suck on one perky nipple, his hand beginning to roll her other nipple until he decided it was time to switch. She arched into him, her body withering against his touch, desperately wanting more.

“Van,” Billie whispered, her voice full of conviction. She was desperate now, her need becoming greater by the second. He looked up at her, waiting for her to say it, for her to tell him. “I need you in me, now…” her voice barely carried, but he heard her. He kissed his way back up to her lips.

Before going any further, Van looked into her eyes, their crystal blue depths swallowing him whole as he gazed down at her. Billie was bearing her soul to him, giving herself to him willingly. She wasn’t afraid anymore. She was following her heart, which had always led her to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he positioned himself above her. He was slow to enter her, making sure she felt every inch of his swollen cock slide into her slick, hot center. Their eyes remained locked as her moans escaped from her throat, reassuring him that he was doing a good job pleasing her. He took her hand, their fingers lacing together as he held it down against the soft red cushion.

Their movements were slow, relaxed, and unhurried at first, Billie reveling in the gentle sensations as Van slowly pushed in and out, the friction delicious enough as it was. He’d lean down and kiss her sporadically, and she’d moan, “Oh, Van…” as he’d kiss his way over her neck and towards her breast, which he lightly nipped. Her free hand snaked around his waist, her nails digging into the soft skin of his back with every pleasurable act he bestowed upon her.

It was strange, Billie thought, seeing this new, gentle, and very loving side of Van. She knew he was a romantic at heart. Everything he did screamed “metrosexual,” from the hot oil treatments to the yoga. He aimed to please, and at the moment he was doing a very good job of it, even though his pace was achingly slow. One of her strong legs wrapped around his waist, and in one quick move, Billie had managed to put him on his back, their hands and bodies still locked.

The stunned look in Van’s eyes made her smile. She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, reassuring him that there was still more to come. Pushing herself back up into a sitting position, Billie placed a free hand on his chest and slowly began to increase their pace. Her body slid up and down his throbbing erection, his hips moving so he met her every downward thrust with an equally powerful upward one. Billie could feel the wonderful ache of her orgasm building deep within her as she continued to increase her movements until he managed to find her sweet spot. Yet they were still going quite slow.

At that moment, Van knew she was putty in his hands. He was quick to take control of the situation, flipping her onto her back once more as he started to thrust into her more forcefully, hitting that spot every time his hips ground into her. He bent down and kissed her, his tongue ran over her mouth as he created a slow rhythm.

Van lifted himself into a more kneeled position breaking the kiss. Billie wrapped her legs around his lower back lifting her lower body off the couch to meet his painfully slow thrusts. Placing one hand firmly on the cushion, he placed his other around her back. She raised both her arms and put them tightly around his neck. Having being lifted off the couch, only her long hair touched the soft fabric. Van started to swing her slowly, his pace quickening as they started to moan. Billie’s body was defying gravity as she thrust onto his cock. Her head fell back with a silent cry of passion. His face was strained with effort as he held himself back. His thrusting started to become frantic as he lost control. Billie cried out loudly as she orgasmed again. Her sweet walls clamped around his cock as he came forcefully, overflowing her cunt with his heated cum. He let her down gently, lowering himself as well. Van pulled out and collapsed beside her.

They panted for a few minutes, slowly coming down from their high as Billie snuggled against his warm chest. Van wrapped a protective arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he gently kissed her shoulder. He grabbed the afghan off the back of the couch and covered them with it. They lay together, two warm bodies pressed against one another in a loving embrace. She turned around and kissed him gently, whispering, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Van whispered back, holding her a little tighter. She closed her eyes, her body in desperate need of rest before she could face the morning and everything that came with it. He, on the other hand, watched her as she slept, her deep, slow, rhythmic breathing calming him as he stared on, pondering how they had managed to go this long without exploring the possibilities of an actual relationship. He knew it’d be right from the moment he laid eyes on her, and now, more than ever, he wanted to tell her that he had made his decision, that he wanted to be with her no matter the consequence. He sensed it in her as well, otherwise they never would have gone this far.

Molding into her body, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead and barely whispered the words, “I love you, Billie,” as he allowed himself to drift off into a blissful sleep.

Billie had awoken only moment earlier, feeling his lips brush across her forehead, and heard his words. She felt as if she were dreaming, the euphoria of it all blinding her. When she felt his breathing slow enough to make her think he had fallen asleep, her hand ran through his hair, gently caressing it as she gazed at his peaceful face. She smiled, replying, “I love you too, Van.” Never in her life had she expected to fall so deeply for someone, and now that she had, it was going to be hard to keep it a secret. But she would try, and their relationship would flourish even though it would take some effort. Her only fear was his partner, her other employee, and what he’d say when he found out.

Deciding not to think about it at the moment, Billie let sleep overcome her again as she nestled her head beneath Van’s chin and breathed in his unique scent.

Morning was quick to arrive as the first rays of the sun beat upon the old warehouse that housed the Candy Store. Van was the first to awaken, the weight of another body jolting his senses until he realized who it was. Billie was still asleep, her breathing soft and slow against his neck. He smiled, placing a soft kiss on her forehead as his fingers filtered through her dark hair. He could feel her hand creep up his bare chest to rest itself on his shoulder as a soft sigh escaped her lips.

Dazed and bleary eyed, Billie looked up to find him staring down at her, the smile still on his face. He was gently stroking the small of her back with his thumb, causing an arousing sensation to begin flowing through her body. The memory of the night before was vivid in her mind, instantly making her hot all over. She wiggled herself out of his grasp, throwing the afghan off their bodies as she straddled his waist.

“I want you again,” she whispered into his ear as she leaned down, her breasts with their hardening nipples grazing his chest. Van’s smile turned into a full grown grin as he cupped her face with his hands and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss. This was definitely going to be a wonderful day.

Fin!