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“I assure you,” came the drawled out response, as she glanced back up to meet Jessica’s gaze dead on, “I am most certainly trying.” Her hands never ceased their movements, as she was drawn up for a rough kiss, Mick took as her queue to add just that little bit more. Following the pace of her hand were now her hips, as she brought them crashing down into the other’s, increasing the pressure that her palm brought down on Jessica’s clit just that much more with each thrust. And as she began to feel the walls begin clench around her fingers, she finally adjusted so she’d hit that magic spot to grant Jessica the relief she’d clearly been after.

It didn’t take much coaxing to get Mick to the place that Jessica so obviously wanted her. After a few strokes up and down the length of the welcoming opening, Mick’s fingers had gathered more than enough lubrication to ease her way in. She tested the waters with one digit, working it around at a constant pace until she was certain that Jessica was ready to take two. Once she was in, she began to set a decent pace so with every thrust of the woman’s hips, her own palm met the sensitive bundle of nerves just above.

As if every little reaction to her ministrations hadn’t been enough of an indication, the moisture she soon felt through the fabric as she went was more than enough to let Mick know she’d done enough teasing. Clearly the doctor was more than ready, and she wasn’t going to make her wait any longer.

Letting go of the woman’s hands, she used her now free hand to cup one of Jessica’s breasts, rolling the sensitive, pert nipple between her fingers as her mouth went to the other breast to do the same with her teeth. When she managed to get Jessica to turn her head back, she immediately went in for a kiss as her hand finally slipped beneath the last barrier, and deft fingers began their work.

When her hands were finally released, Jessica lowered them so they were on either side of her head. She welcomed the kiss hungrily, kissing back more vigorously than before before she broke it with a moan once she felt what Mick was doing. 

The pressure was more than welcome, but it did serve to spur the sheriff on. Taking both of Jessica’s hands into a hold with her right, she eased her left down the woman’s arm, her side, fingers just barely grazing bare skin in their wake. She didn’t stop when she reached the top hem of the woman’s trousers, instead making quick work of the button and front zip.

Now having the room to work with, she gently eased her hand into the woman’s pants, to gently cup her sex through her underwear. The heat that was radiating from the woman already was enough to egg Mick on to continue to just gently move her hand up and down the expanse that Jessica Ng’s most common undoing.

With her arms held above her, Jessica turned her face with her cheek pressed up against her shoulders as she bit down on her lip to stop any sounds from slipping out - not that the sharp intake of breath didn’t already gave her away when she felt the palm against her.

“It’s a thing,” was all the response she gave. Her mind was clearly on a single-track of its own now, and that was to make up for all of the lost time. As Jessica pushed her hair back, it was nothing short of encouraging to know the other woman didn’t want anything to come between Mick’s gaze and her own as the sheriff lavished her right breast with attention.

Not wanting to be unfair, she pulled away with a satisfying ‘pop’ and quickly went to work on the left ‘sister’, not once breaking eye contact. Another ‘pop’ and she was slowly licking her way back up between Jessica’s breasts, to the hollow of her neck, and up her jaw until she had reattached their lips once more. In the process, she’d also managed to take one of Jessica’s hands in each of her own and ease them up to pin them above her head.

Jessica had taken a sharp intake at the ‘pop’, watching as intently as the other moved onto the other side to give it the same treatment. Her body just naturally reacted to the touch, arching her back ever so slightly to lean more into it. The surgeon didn’t even realize she was holding in her breath when she watched Michaela going at such an excruciating pace. Her head leaned in almost eagerly to meet her lips again. 

The smirk she felt in the kiss was met with one of her own. “Well then,” she said before going back in for another kiss, only to pull back and add, “I suppose the fact you have a rather one-track mind shouldn’t surprise me at this point.” Loosing all pretense of teasing, and having lost her shoes long ago, Mick brought her legs up fully onto the bed, before she maneuvered Jessica back into a straddling position.

She went in for another languid kiss, as her hands worked to rid the doctor of her blouse and, with one swift snap of her right hand, her bra as well. Mick pulled back from the kiss just long enough to make direct eye-contact with Jessica before her lips found a new home around a warm, and clearly inviting, nipple.

“Hmm. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” She chuckled before finding herself looking up at the other. It wasn’t clear whether she was referring to the one-track mind thing or that Mick wasn’t surprised about anything anymore. Her hand made quick work at running them up Mick’s stomach as far as she could before she felt the woman’s weight on her.  

It didn’t take a genius to recognize that even though she’d intended for things to still be light, the matter of how Jessica left was still something that weighed heavily on the woman, regardless of Mick’s reassurances. She had just begun to part her lips to apologize, when she felt the other’s own warm lips on hers, their pace far less frenetic than before, and she welcomed it.

This wasn’t a kiss fueled by the heat of the moment, but one in which thought and emotion was poured into, and she hoped that Jessica could feel the same from her. She’d said aloud before, and she would say in any way, shape, or form that she could find again and again: Mick was not going to loose Jessica again. She couldn’t.

Jessica made a vow to herself that she wouldn’t make the same mistake again. It was also clear that her family had given up on her and therefore, she shouldn’t submit to her old habits of trying to gain their approval over.. well, anything. It really was a lesson she should have learned long ago but alas, it was not the case and she had a lifetime to regret over it even if the sheriff forgave her already. 

Mick’s look didn’t even budge at the clearly overdramatic sigh that was meant to punctuate the other woman’s statement. “You were the one who started off on this road tonight, and you can’t expect it to have gone any other way,” she pointed out, hands never stilling. “If you’re feeling discouraged now, just imagine how I felt when a box of cats was left at the station…And no, this isn’t meant to be some weird way of getting payback, but just because one is willing to forgive, doesn’t mean I won’t make you work for it a little harder now.”

“I’ve had practice,” came the simple response. At the mention of being discouraged, Mick raised a brow. “How? Were you not the one that was more than willing to send me off to nurse my own bruises?” It was a rhetorical question, but it was certainly funny to see the change in demeanor. Mick then took on a look of consideration as she said, “I suppose it would be rather discouraging to have a lack of interaction or communication…” She began to trail her finger tips up and down Jess’s spine, from the base of her hairline, down to the dip just above the swell of her ass and back. “…cruel and unusual punishment, some might say.”

“Really? How much can of ‘Sometimes…I think you just like showing off that you can lift me with such ease… Or is it to say that I’m too light?’ can one really interpret as observation?” The question was rhetorical, of course, as none of that was observational at all.

When Jessica began her ministrations, she was more than happy to oblige and let her do as she wished. As for herself, she was content enough to know that the surgeon couldn’t seem to a full two minutes without initiating some form of contact. And that wasn’t a prime example of Mick topping from the bottom, she didn’t know what was.

With a sound that was somewhere between a whine and a groan, the surgeon pulled back again and frowned, “How are you so unfazed?” It really felt like she was the only one struggling and somehow..somewhere.. her ego took a hit. The surgeon eventually took a seat on the bed and turned so she could set the other on the bed as well. Without letting go of the waist, Jessica simply pulled her down with her so they’d both be laying down on their sides. “....I’m very discouraged here.”

As soon as her feet left the ground, they found their way to locking around Jessica’s waist, her arms doing the same around her neck, though loose enough to be able to still look at the doctor. “Oh you do? Well, the view from up here isn’t half-bad either. Not sure why anyone would complain or take offense to being carried…”

When she caught on to the fact that Jessica was not going to put her down, Mick decided she rather liked her current position. She began to run one hand through Jess’ hair, the other gently massaging at the spot where it latched onto the back of her neck. She was a patient woman…sometimes.

“Did I take offense? It was merely a point of observation.” One would think, as a surgeon, and as someone who basically had to wait for the opportune moment to take a shot, would have a lot of patience. And she did - for most things. 

It was clear that the defiant streak that had flared up in the sheriff wasn’t going to be ending any time soon. Almost as soon as Jessica began to ‘complain’, Mick set her back down on the floor and took a step back.

She proceeded to raise her arms and hold them out to her sides as she then looked at the surgeon and repeated, “I aim to please.” If Jessica wanted to try to carry her, Mick wasn’t going to stop her.

There was a lot of confusion at first when her feet touched the ground, but when she saw those raised arms, Jessica could only look at her with disbelief. “Wait, seriously?” She had said it so offhandedly that Mick had to be trolling her if she was actually getting her to do so. Sometimes.. the sheriff was such a little shit; but today felt like she was being twice as infuriating. 

Still, she closed their distance and tried her hand at picking up the other. While she wasn’t as fit as the other, she didn’t struggle either. Now she was in the position to look up at the other. “Well, I can see the appeal to this.” She chuckled as she continued the short way left towards the bed but she didn’t put the other down once she got there. 

“I certainly aim to please, but whether I do or not, is going to be entirely subjective.” The fact she managed to deliver that last bit of snark in an even tone after feeling Jessica basically grind down on her lap in an attempt to get some friction going….was a feat all on its own.

However, there was little to say afterwards as her mouth found the surgeon’s again, and as she took her time in allowing her tongue to get familiar with the intricacies of Jessica’s mouth once more, she made sure to get a good hols on the underside of the woman’s thighs as she lifted her up enough to stand. The path from that recliner to her bedroom was ingrained in her memory to the point she needn’t even open her eyes to get them there.

The moment she felt herself being lifted, Jessica wrapped her legs around Mick. Maybe the sheriff had a habit of carrying her into the bed room, but it was surely not the first time so she was at least doubtful that she was going to get dropped. 

“Sometimes...” She muttered, once they got to the bedroom, breaking the kiss to take a breath. “I think you just like showing off that you can lift me with such ease... Or is it to say that I’m too light?” Her arms had tightened around the other while they made their way here but now that she spoke, she slacked enough to actually be able to lean back without falling back. Now that she thought about it, “I don’t think I ever tried carrying you in here.”

Mick hummed once more. “What? Getting to see a perfectionist who’s used to being in absolute control, realize she very much doesn’t have it -in the best of ways, of course? Maybe, a little,” she admitted, before nuzzling into the woman’s neck, and grazing her nose against the red mark she’d left behind just minutes earlier.

So basically, she enjoyed seeing her all flustered and struggling. Jessica bit her lip with a smile as she gave space for the other. “That explains the excruciating pace you’re going at.” She muttered, “Not that I’m impatient. Just pointing it out.” Her hands slid from the shoulders down to the ribs as her hips rolled slowly towards the other. “Mick, will you please.” 

Mick hummed and said, “Definitely the sitting. You being where you are is just a lovely bonus.” At the growl she leaned forward as she brought Jess in closer to herself, partially to hide the grin on her face, and partially so she could get close enough to Jessica’s ear to ghost her lips over it as she whispered, “You said you weren’t impatient. Who am I to prove you wrong?”

Before she could even pretend to get off the other, the sheriff already pulled her closer. The sudden whisper against her ear did get Jessica to bend her head a bit over, simply because it was slightly ticklish to feel her breath. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” She muttered as both her hands now gripped the other on the shoulders. Whether that was to set up herself to push herself away, or just to stabilise herself, Jessica couldn’t tell. 

Mick just raised a brow and said, “If you’re volunteering to be the one to go retrieve, do as you will. Personally, I find I’m quite comfortable in my current position.” Having put her arms back down, she brought them back to loop around Jessica’s waist, but this time she made quick work of slipping her hands to where they resting on the woman’s lower back, beneath her own shirt.

She watched as Jessica raked over her with dilated eyes, and replied, “Oh? Is it my body language speaking to you?” Mick tilted her head from side to the other as seriously considering the degree of impatience demonstrated. “I suppose it is a subjective matter.” And almost as if to prove a point, she made no further move after the brief kiss,

Jessica smiled when she felt the warmth on her back. “Are you comfortable just sitting here? Or are you comfortable with me on top of you?” She chuckled, “Because me having to move off of you to get the shirt might change that.” 

Oh, there she went again. Jessica’s eyes narrowed when she had a feeling that Mick was already starting another battle. Definitely karma from earlier - had it been that long because the woman straddling the other could almost swear that Mick was being twice as difficult today. “Are you serious?” She couldn’t help but ask  - though it almost came out as a growl - because she did not expect Mick to literally stop right then and there - even if her hands were still underneath Jess’ shirt. 

Mick pulled back a bit, Jess’s bottom lip in her teeth, giving it gentle tug, before using her tongue to soothe over the lip. She then once again moved down slowly, lavishing kisses down the woman’s jawline, taking another light bite out of her earlobe, before moving down her neck. Once at her pulse point, she latched on and gently sucked at the spot, before letting go and running her tongue over the spot.

She chuckled from spot still nuzzled int Jess’ neck as she replied, “Winners rarely do.” When she felt the hands trailing down to the hem of her shirt, she instinctively raised her own in the air. As the garment was removed and tossed aside, she looked up at Jessica’s face with a smirk and said, “So impatient.”

After removing the shirt, Jessica looked back at the other - holding back from rolling her eyes again. “Shall we give you back your shirt then?” She said this though she didn’t really make any move to get off the other. Instead she just rest her arms on the woman’s shoulders, pretty comfortable where she straddled. 

She pushed Mick’s hair to behind her ears before she spoke again, “One might actually think you’re complaining.” Her own smirk matched the other’s as her eyes trailed down the woman’s physique. “Hm.. I don’t think I’m being all that impatient.”  At that, she leaned in to steal a brief kiss.