grace

She wants to protest more, but only lets out a gasp when she feels cold air hit her bum, Jake’s free hand having made quick work of her slacks and his own zip. He’s hot and hard against her skin a moment later, rubbing between her thighs and clearly still waiting for her signal, even as his arms pull her back against him. She lets out a soft sigh, angling her hips only a little as he continues to nibble across her shoulder, and that’s more than enough of a sign for him to slide into her with a much louder sigh.

They barely notice the door in the room in front of them opening and closing, don’t really care for the disgruntled perp slamming down into his chair as Terry sits across from him, too lost in their own world of quiet grunts and fast thrusts, Amy linking her arms behind her to hold onto Jake as he pushes her closer and closer to the mirror, and she can’t help it, can’t keep her mouth from falling open with those little noises he usually loves so much-

“You’re too loud.” He whispers into her ear this time, though, well aware that despite the two-way mirror and general secrecy of the observation room, it is in no way soundproof. She whines as her head drops back against his shoulder, biting her lip.

“I ca-can’t-...Jake-”

His hand slips up, covers her lips before she can moan aloud again, presses against them carefully, and only when he feels her nod does he push harder, muffling her noises as he takes up the pace again. Her breath is hot against his fingers, her hands scrambling for purchase on whatever part of his shirt she can grab, and he’s never been this turned on before, this close to finishing before her even as his other hand keeps rubbing against her with every thrust-

-*-

The room he wakes up in is far more serene and quiet, the only noise apart from the street below their apartment being the quiet clink of a coffee cup that Amy places down on his side table before climbing back into bed, smirking as she lets a finger trail over the tent in the duvet covering him.

“Having fun without me, are we?”

“Well, you were there.”

“Aww.” She leans down for a soft good morning kiss, but doesn’t resist much when he wraps her up in a much tighter hug for a much longer kiss.

“We should totally have sex in the observation room.” He mumbles against her lips as they let go, and her raised eyebrow is more than judgemental.

“In your dreams, bud.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Oh, I see.” She rolls her eyes with that soft little smile he loves to wring out of her. “Well, that’s where that fantasy is staying, then.”

“Are you saying you don’t have a list of places at work we could sneak off to?!”

“I do not.”

“But you love lists!”

“Not ones that make me break practically every rule in the handbook-”

“You weren’t that against it when you dragged me off into the locker room to-”

“Remember how that story ended? With the whole dead captain and being found out and everything?”

Jake only huffs in response, and Amy grins as she runs a nail across his pouting lips, pulling it back quickly when he tries to bite it.

“Sorry, babe, but whatever idea your dream conscious has provided you with, the precinct is still off-limits.” She pecks a kiss against his pout instead. “But my apartment isn’t, so...”

Her hand drifts off down towards the duvet again, and he finally grins back.

“Not saying no to that lovely offer, but you gotta admit it’s not the same kind of thrill in bed than being pushed against a two-way-mirror.”

Amy actually seems to consider that for a moment, and he can see the ideas running through her head before she pins him down with a look that is very promising.

“There’s a one-way mirror in the bathroom, at least.”