#one chicago

Andrew understood, the way you spoke of it, it was as if it was a pre-shift tradition that he came in to uprooted. He wouldn't have such a problem with it if it wasn't for such a late schedule, but he knew that came with the territory of the overnight life. So that might've be the reason it didn't take much to convince him to riding the bus with you. It was the next day, another shift. You had your bag over your shoulder and a cup filled with the only thing that kept you standing by the end of any shift. It was all starting to feel so familiar. Yet there was a difference, one that you didn't mind not one bit.

Andrew hooked himself under the strap of your bag, lifting it up and over your shoulder, with the sudden disappearance of weight you turn to watch him place it on his own shoulder. He gave you a questioning look as you just smiled taking his hand in yours as you left for the bus.

The bus surprisingly came on time. Andrew was right behind you, paying your fare for you both, slipping in a five, Y'all walked further on the bus. It wasn't packed leaving plenty of seats. You thought Andrew would prefer being closer to the back. So that's what you did, Andrew was attached to your hip, sitting not even a second later.

"You really like the bus ride?” Andrew ask genuine curiosity in his tone.

You look over at him, his back was straightened as his eyes continued to study the bus, the bus was at a red light giving him some time to glance your way.

"Mhm, I do a lot of thinking, sometimes a little work." The bus ride was a smooth thirty minutes long, not super long but definitely enough to save you a handful of times. That answer earned you a little hum from your boyfriend.

You put your hands in your pockets feeling your wires, you pulled them out. "Want to listen to music with me?"

He nodded his head, his eyes cut over to look down as you untangled the core, connecting to your phone. You hand it to him, which surprised him. He raised an eyebrow as a silent request to explain. "You pick," you placed one side of the earbuds in his ear, and the other in yours, before leaning your head against his shoulder.

He glanced at your phone which was now in his hand, he scrolled through your list of songs. But he decided to go more personal. He finally selected a song. "Reminds me of you."

With that, the song started to play. It was 'never too much' by Luther Vandross. You couldn't help but smile, thinking back to the days when you randomly liked to play music for Andrew to broaden his taste. This song was the time that played when Andrew first kissed you.

With the lyrics that played in the background coming up.

'A thousand kisses from you is never too much'. 🎶

You could get used to bus rides like this.

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Sleep Talker - J.A

wc: 800

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Jack has been holding onto a secret, usually he has no problem keeping them, but when the secret involve you? Worse, keeping it from you. Well it feels like the hardest thing to do when it comes to him. He was doing it though, staying strong. Even when it feels like the universe is against him, like right now.

There are two things that really stood out. First it was when your one of your friends got engaged, which turned into planting a little bug in your head that's already been digging in his brain for months now. Second thing was seeing you with his nieces.

This was more recent, and it was enough to give him a little idea of what like would look like when you two got married and started a family. That practically ruined him. It got to the point where Robby and Dana dragged his ass out to at least look at some rings.

He ended up buying one that day…

Robby and Dana weren't surprised that Jack already had your ring size, the way he talked about it, every hangout would end up being about the idea of you two getting married. They would be disgusted if it wasn't him. In all honesty they were just glad to see their friend so happy. Now what he didn't account for was his subconscious trying to fuck him and spoil everything.

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"I'm not being dramatic."

We're the words that finally wake you up out of your sleep, eyes blinking a couple of times, trying to get the sleep out of your eyes, peaking up to the time that was projected onto the ceiling. It was meant for your husband, but it feels like you're using it more than him, it's like he's in a daze, rolling over, getting his prosthetic on, getting out of bed, all without opening his eyes for more than a couple of seconds. He doesn't fully liven up until he gets his coffee.

You were already facing him, in a rare occurrence where Jack isn't tangled up with your body. The natural moonlight shining thought just enough that the four-sixteen on the ceiling didn't fully show, it was still early enough to go back to sleep, then you realized. Jack's eyes were closed, which brought a smile to your tired face.

It wasn't offered that this happened, but every time it does it's hilarious.

"I don't know, you could be sometime," you whispered, knowing he couldn't hear you, that was until.

"Not about this, I know she is," Jack replied, like actually replied as if he was awake. You never really tried to before, instead just watching and listening to his little murmured outburst until they became less and less.

You couldn't help but have your interest peeked at whom this 'she' might be, even though deep down you know it's you. He shows you every day that you're his one and only girl. "She is what Jackie?"

He let out a huff which you translated into sometime of laugh, "Robin, y'gotta pay attention. The one, she's the one. That spark I never thought I would ever have again." You try not to laugh, you will have to apologize to Robby for getting him in trouble. "Right, sorry?"

you took in how peaceful he looks, how his curls are so wild, how his chest rises and falls slowly and even. Your fingers danced along his freckled arms, which were lying flat against his midsection. "She makes you that happy, huh?"

He smiled, even in his sleep, letting out a satisfied hum. The small gesture made you heart explode. The idea of, the thought of you bringing that much joy to him. "So god-damn lucky, I'm going to mar-"

You panicked, your hand flying up to cover his mouth, all you could see was your boyfriend's eyes shoot open, and a hand wrapping around your wrist. He automatically studied you to see if it was anything physical wrong that he could see, before he pulled your hand away. "Are you okay?"

You couldn't help but blush. "I'm okay, you were just sleep talking, again" You looked down at him, taking his hand into yours, you could see the confusion etched on his face still. "I think you were about to say something I wasn't supposed to hear."

It's like the switch was flicked on, his eyes widened. A slight panic took over. "I didn't say anything..."

You shook your head. "I didn't really give you the chance."

Jack leaned up to kiss you. "See, this is why I love you. Sweetheart"

You smiled, saying, I love you back. That's when jack started to get up to get out of bed. Grabbing his crutches that were leaning against the nightstand.

"Where are you going?" You pouted.

"Couch, I'll get you some earplugs tomorrow," he kissed you once again this time on your forehead before leaving the room for the night. That was way too close for his liking...

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Brunch Attempt - T.D

Wc: 981 ( wow...)

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You were taken out of your sleep from the smell of smoke? It was faint, so much so you thought you were dreaming. Once you did wake up, without turning your head you used your hand to feel around, tapping the cold bed a couple of times before reluctantly getting out of bed. You were felt more alert, but still not panicked yet.

You opened the bedroom door, it was quiet. With the light chirping from neighboring birds filling in the space. It made sense given the distance from any of the main rooms that would normally have the most foot traffic, as per your husband's request.

As the dark, never-ending halls finally had a break of light admitting from a room in the close distance. It was the kitchen, you knew that by the sounds of movement becoming more noticeable at you approached. It was slightly frantic, heavy. Footsteps steps you grow to be able to identify as your husband’s.

"Titus?"

You called out to him, the movement stopped, 'Did he just stop in his tracks, literally?'

It is definitely one of the thoughts that crossed your mind at that moment.

"The kitchen, Love" He finally answered.

"What are you doing' up so early?" you added, finding yourself moving farther down the hall. The open door was getting closer by the second, and so was the strength of the smell of something burning.

You were welcomed to the sight of what only screamed being ‘boarder-line overwhelmed’. Titus held a pot, placing down… well, you're not really sure what it was exactly it is by your eyes met Titus as he shifted a little.

Titus's eyes shot up to your standing form in the doorway, arms crossed over itself with a face that read one question.

'What the hell is going on?'

"Was trying to make you something' for breakfast ," he admitted in defeat.

"You were? Why would-"

"You mentioned it." He didn't mean to cut you off, but he just couldn’t help it, always having an impulse to justify his actions, no doubt from his time living with his father. "How much you love cooking with someone?" There was a flushed look on his face.

You raised an eyebrow, you had been with this man for years. Never have you seen him like this, his face having spots of flour? Some even got on his pajama shirt. A couple of dishes are freshly washed, while others are ignored. The biggest problem being that pot that he held. It was completely burnt at the center of it.

"Oh," you do remember saying that, it was a passing comment. Nothing real behind those words. You smiled, walking closer to the seemingly stressed taller man. "You didn't have to go through all that, My love."

You look around at what was supposed to be breakfast. "So, what was on the menu?" You say playfully, reaching over to one of the few pieces of bacon that made it out the oven alive. Taking a piece, popping it in your mouth to snack on.

Titus's eyes followed yours. He appreciates how calm you're being over the messed-up kitchen. He wasn't used to such treatment, not to this degree. "I wanted to try," he shrugged, "clearly, I’m not meant for the kitchen."

"Eggs, bacon and pancakes, simple. So I thought." Titus finished giving you the run down of the supposed menu.

You nod as you hold back the laugh you wanted to let out, at your husband pout. You could see little bits and pieces of proof of his attempt, maybe attempts.. of each item. "Well, maybe we should start with someone being with you." You started, eye studying his reaction to the idea of learning to cook before you spoke again.

"I know someone who's pretty good at it once the apron is on. Who! Is a thousand percent down to help you learn." You smiled, rounding the island table, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, not caring for the mess.

Now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow, a smirk already forming on his face. "Oh, do you now?" He lowered the pot, forgetting about it, his damped hands going to your waist, facing you fully now. "I mean if she's offering." He signed, a small so effort one just to be dramatic. "But, I much rather work this sexy woman in front of me. That i somehow get the pleasure of calling my wife." His tone was playful, it was always with you. Hands quick to pull you closer.

"Well, I guess you're the luckiest man on earth. Because that's exactly what you get, handsome." One of your hands moving up, to rest on the back of his head. Gently, you guide him closer to you cutting the distance, as your lips meeting his.

Your eyes closed as you leaned into his embrace, his hands snaking farther around your waist, trapping into the kiss. It wasn't until his tongue peaked out begging for permission did you break the kiss. Smiling between uneven breaths as his lips followed yours for a little before giving up pursuit when you got too far. "So when do you want your first lesson?"

He was disappointed the kiss had ended, not wanting it to end just yet. His eyes already showing it, eyes locked on yours. ‘Smiling too? you must be enjoying this.’ That's when he heard it. Ears peeking at the question. "Now?" Then he took in the mess he had already created.

"If you want"

His eyes shot back to yours.

"We just need to clean the mess. It's not a lot. You did pretty well cleaning as you go." You can still see his eyes peak down at the pot.

"Just trash the pot, honey. We can always get a new one." You give him one more little kiss to the lips before rolling your sleeves up.

"New set," he replied, you had an amused look as you watched him discard the ruined pot. "To practice with…" he finished off once he noticed the face you were giving him.

"Right, whatever you say, Love." 

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Sunday Football - B.R

wc: 874

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Brett has been a sports fan, ever since he was young. It was just something that him and his dad could sit around and bond over. But as the years passed, it shifted to a more personal appreciation for sports. It became something he could genuinely enjoy outside the job, the past couple years even more than usual.

Then you came along, and he had a new person to share his love for the game with.

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A whistle came from the TV, followed by an annoyed groaning from your boyfriend. You couldn't help but smile to yourself, washing your face with a cleaner, eyes following the movement of your hand in the mirror. You had slept in, with it just turning twelve. Even so you still wanted to do your morning routine before joining Brett on the couch.

You were wrapping up when he called out for you

"I think I need my lucky charm, baby," you rolled your eyes at his, 'stupid nickname' for you, yet you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

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You remember after your third date he insisted on calling you that. Ever since you two had a home date, Brett had been sneakily checking his phone. The whole date, that was until you confronted him.

"Is there somewhere you're needed?"

You would think was deer the way Brett looked at you, like he was caught in headlights. "No, it's not like that." He said sheepishly,

"Well?"

He sighed, not out of annoyance or frustration, more so out of embarrassment of getting caught looking at his phone on a date. "It's the game, it's on right now,"

You playfully groan, "Great, now I have to compete with sports too."

"Wait, it's not like that- You wouldn't." Brett tried to defend.

You had a smile on your face, but once you could see the worry on his face, you straightened up on your couch.

"It's okay, I know." You paused for a moment. "Would you want to watch the game? Maybe this movie could be saved for our next date."

His eyes widened, before a smile came onto his face, a slight uptick that was on the thin line of being a smirk. "Our next date?"

You shoved his shoulder, of course thats what he picked to zone in on out of your offer.

You snuggled into his side, as you two watched the game, winning after a three-game losing streak. Barely awake by the time the game ended, only knowing when you felt Brett's lips against your forehead, as he picked you up whispering ‘goodnight, lucky' that night before you fully passed out in his arms.

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"Here I come," you replied back, going to your now shared bedroom. You looked around for something to put on. That's when you saw it. It was a jersey, but it wasn't a pro. No, this one was old and worn. You smiled, plucking it out of the closet, turning it around your thumb over the vinyl that was in the shape of a 'R'. You remembered him mentioning his stint in sports during his school days.

You slipped it on, the end of the jersey stopping at just above your knees. You wouldn't be too cruel slipping on some panties and pajama shorts,

Finally, you stopped outside the room, his eyes were on his phone, probably texting his friends about the game. The first half had already ended. The commentators were taking their moment to share their thoughts and some stats from the game.

As your relationship with Brett grew, so did your ability to pick up on small things about the game that normally you wouldn't have noticed. Like when things were starting back up, players were making their way onto the field, you took this as your opportunity to sit next to him without your attire being noticed yet.

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You were starting to lose hope as the game continued. It was two minutes of the fourth, it seemed like his team was down the way he was at the edge of his seat, one hand intertwined with yours.

His team had the ball, giving them one more attempt to close the three-point game, with only ten yards for a touchdown.

You squeezed his hand and gave him silent support.

He brought the back of his hand up, kissed it.

The whistle went off, the play was in motion. After a couple of seconds, the QB snapped the ball, faking the pass to run it into the end zone for the good ol classic 'QB sneak'. Getting the touchdown with thirty seconds on the clock, both teams hurried to get the ball off with no luck. Brett's team won.

"You just keep on proving' why you're my lucky charm," he had a cocky tone in his voice. It was quickly snubbed when he finally noticed what you were wearing.

"Where did you—?"

"Your closets, or should I say ours?" you shrugged, as his eyes studied you.

"You can call it whatever you'd like, Sweetheart." He said, guiding you to now being on his lap, 'Oh, that's just plain evil,' he thought to himself, placing his hand on your waist, feeling the shorts you had underneath.

"Now, how about a post-game celebration?"

You could only laugh as his antics, but then one of his fingers went under your chin, leaning forward to meet you half way to embrace your lips with his.

you roll your eyes, "yeah, yeah, whatever deputy chief," your phone buzzes on the bedside table where it lies. you roll over to check it.

"i'm just saying, if that was something you were interested in- i could make it happen." he shrugs. you scan your phone's screen, eyes landing on the text message from your roommate.

kendra: u coming? me & megan are waiting for u!!

charlie starts talking, "oh yeah, i've been meaning to tell you, i'm-"

you: shit yeah srry. work asked me to stay late but i can get out of it. be there in 15.

you put your phone back down, quickly getting up from the bed. "shitshitshit," you mutter under your breath, cutting him off & collecting your clothes from around the room. "everything okay?" charlie asks, watching you dart around his room. "yeah, just- fuck, forgot i had plans with my roommates tonight. some new bar or something they wanted to try on the south side?" you redress yourself quickly before walking over to the mirror to fix your hair. he hums in acknowledgement, sitting up from where he lies.

"you gonna be around this weekend?" he asks, pulling his boxers back on and standing behind you in the frame of the mirror. he rests his hands on your hips and kisses your shoulder.

you shake your head, "no, i'm covering a shift tomorrow, and sunday i need to catch up on reading for one of my classes." you turn around to face him, his hands still on your hips and chest flush against yours. you lean forward and press your lips against his.

"sorry," you whisper when you pull away, he pulls you back into him. "don't apologize," he says against your lips, "just stay."

"as much as i would like that," you say through him kissing you, "i already blew my friends off once last week to see you, and i promised i'd go out with them tonight."

"mmm fine," charlie groans, finally letting you pull away. "be safe," he mumbles, kissing you one last time before you head for the door.

the rest of the night is a flurry of low lighting, two too many mediocre cocktails, and guys from your college you didn't know existed getting enough liquid courage to hit on you and your friends.

"come onnn, loosen up a little! just let me buy you one more drink." the drunk frat boy leaning on the bar between you and and your friends slurs. his breath reeking of whiskey and coke. you just roll your eyes, "i told you jason, five or six times already- i'm not interested." jason groans, "no fuckin' fun, you are." with that he turns around, facing kendra and megan now.

megan immediately cocks an eyebrow. "don't even try," kendra quips, earning an overexaggerated huff from the boy, who finally walks away.

you look at your friends, the three of you bursting into a fit of laughter at jason's pathetic attempts. "they never fucking learn." megan shakes her head, speaking through giggles and sips on her drink, "do they think after enough drinks they're finally attractive, or?"

you just shrug, turning back to the bar and flagging down the bartender to order one more of whatever fruity drink you had just finished. kendra smacks your arm, "okay, what's been up with you lately, girl? are you going broke or something, you've been working a lot more lately." megan nods from behind her, "yeah, and hanging out with robin a ton too, what's up with that?"

work and robin have been the excuses you've given your friends for all the time you've been spending with charlie the last two months. you're not necessarily scared to tell them, they probably wouldn't care as much as you think they would, you just... haven't found the right time to tell them. you laugh, "what, are you jealous i have other friends than just you two?"

"yeah, a bit-" megan starts, before kendra cuts her off, "no, not jealous, just... curious, she shrugs, "i saw robin yesterday and she said she hadn't hung out with you for a week or two."

you almost choke on your drink. shit. you didn't think they'd talk to robin, hence why you used her as your cover story. "she was probably high or something, i don't know. i was with her a few days ago," you sputter out, wiping your mouth with a napkin.

kendra smirks, "nope. that girl is high a lot but definitely not this time." you shrug, feeling your cheeks heating up. "you're hiding something, aren't you? what, are you seeing someone?"

they know you too well.

you look back to your drink, taking a sip before trying to change the subject, but your friends aren't having it.

"oh my god! you are totally seeing someone!" megan says, setting her drink down with an emphatic thunk before leaning in. "spill!! what's his name? does he go to uofc? god, please don't tell me he goes to loyola, babe the guys there are absolute nightmares, do you remember my ex luke? he was from loyola and-" she starts on a rant of questions.

"no, no, calm down. he doesn't go to loyola meg, he-" you start, but trail off. you could lie. tell them you're seeing someone from a different school, make up a name and a story of how you met, but you have a feeling they wouldn't buy that.

you take a deep breath. "he isn't exactly a student," you say slowly. they just look at you, eager stares egging you on to elaborate. you sigh again. "he's kind of- like- older." kendra raises her eyebrows, "older? like how much older? like you're only in this for the trust fund he'll leave you when he dies in a few years kind of old?"

"god, no! not that old," you say quickly, "i'm not a gold digger." she shrugs, "i wouldn't blame you, it's rough out here. girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." megan puts a hand on her shoulder stopping her, "okay, so what like 30? that's not that bad." kendra scoffs, "oh! 30 is not bad at all, is that why you didn't want to tell us? ten years isn't that big of an age gap, i hooked up with a 30 year old once, she was-"

"he's not 30." you say, cutting her off. they raise their eyebrows again.

"40?"

you wince, they gasp.

"50?!"

"no! not yet! not yet! but like... pushing 50."

"oh. my. god!" kendra says, "how the fuck did you manage that?" you take a deep breath, trying to think of the best way to tell the story.

"okay. so. that class you guys didn't want to take with me? crim 324? the policing one?" they nod, "yeah cause it had that terrible fuckin' prof, gladwyn or whatever the fuck. i've heard the horror stories- i was not risking that," kendra says.

you shake your head, "he's not that bad," you defend, before realizing you're getting sidetracked. "anyways! we went on a visit to the cpd ivory tower, the one on south michigan? and he was there, and-" you search for the words, before giving the, a shrug, "i dont know! he told me if i had any questions to give him a call, and- i swear at first i just genuinely wanted to ask about the field but- god, he's really attractive and really charming and i just... i don't know!"

"did you fuck in his office?" megan asks a little too loudly. "no!" you say quickly, shushing her, "no! no... not that time at least." their jaws drop, before they erupt into a fit of laughter.

you roll your eyes, "god, you guys aren't even going to remember this in the morning, are you. i'm gonna have to go through this shit all over again." kendra shakes her head, putting one hand over her heart, "babe, there is no amount of alcohol in the world that could make me forget you telling us you're fucking someone's father."

"he is not someone's father! he doesn't have kids, he's never even been married!" you add quickly, not wanting them to carry on with that train of thought for too long.

"okay, but he could be someone's dad-" she continues before megan cuts her off. "wait. wasn't that tour a while ago? i remember you cancelled our lunch plans for it, like two months ago." kendra gasps, "you've been fucking grandpa for two months and haven't said anything???"

"oh my god, please do not call him grandpa, i promise he is not that old." you shake your head, "and yes. it has been two months. i didn't tell you 'cause i didn't want you guys to freak out- like you are right now."

"we are not freaking out, i'm just... surprised. normally i've got good spidey senses for when people are getting laid." megan shrugs. you laugh, "true." you admit, "you do have a freakish ability to tell that."

the weekend speeds by- saturday you're busy with work, taking an overtime shift to cover for a friend, and spending most of sunday at the library surrounded by textbooks. it doesn't help that you definitely drank too much on friday, remnants of a hangover clinging to you all weekend.

on monday afternoon, you three carpool to your crime control methods class. you drive, kendra's in the passenger seat, megan's in the back, flipping through her textbook. the cap of a highlighter between her teeth as she tries to annotate the pages despite the bumpiness of the ride.

"why the fuck are there assigned readings for a guest lecturer. why do we even have a guest lecturer, can't murphy just do it himself? nobody's going to pay attention anyways." megan huffs, pushing her long blonde hair from her face as she stuffs the textbook back into her bag.

you shrug. "maybe they'll be interesting." kendra looks up from her phone, "they better be. i was planning on skipping today. swear to god if i come all the way here for some pencil pusher to read directly off a paper."

you arrive on campus a few minutes later, finding a parking spot and walking to the lecture hall. you file into the room with everyone else after the class before yours ends, making your way to the middle rows where you normally sit.

you three have sat in the same order since high school: you, kendra, megan- from left to right. your eyes survey the room, it's fuller than normal- people really showed out for the guest speaker. you look around for a moment longer before the door swings open. your professor walks in with who you presume to be the guest speaker.

you can't tell who it is at first, until your professor moves out of the way.

no.

it can't be.

he would have told you. right?

then you remember, he tried to, but you had cut him off with the realization you forgot about plans. he said there was something he was meaning to tell you about- this had to be it.

you turn to face your friends. "that's him."

they're confused at first- a series of huh's and raised eyebrows conveying that. you nod towards the front of the room, "the guest speaker. it's him."

"that's him?" they say, gasping almost in sync. whipping their heads to the door. "don't look! oh my god you guys are idiots, don't look!!!!" you whisper shout at them, they turn back to you, eyes lingering for a second longer.

"ok i take back what i said, he's hot." kendra says, blunt as ever. megan nods, "yeah, damn. when you said he was pushing fifty i imagined someone's grandpa but that's... that's someone's daddy."

"oh my god!?!? shut the fuck up please!!" you beg, shielding your face with your hands, trying desperately to cover the embarrassment you're definitely not hiding well.

another friend, trenton, slides into the seat next to you. "hey, hey. what's going on," he smiles, patting you on the knee & greeting you and your friends when he sits down.

"trent!!" megan smiles, "god, i forgot you were in this class- how are you?" she's had a massive crush on him since they met in first year. they continue on with their conversation across you and kendra, trenton luckily oblivious to your bashful appearance.

"this cannot be happening," you say into your hands. kendra grins mischievously, "so can we meet him after class?" you snap your head up to look at her, "absolutely not." you say quickly. "but what if i have a question about his presentation?" she asks, feigning innocence.

"oh please ken, if it was literally any other speaker you wouldn't even be paying attention." she shrugs, "i have no idea what you're talking about i love to learn."

trenton hears that, "ha! yeah right. you? love to learn?" kendra's jaw drops, "ok, asshole. let's go grade for grade, what'd you get in tanner's class last semester," she crosses her arms, raising one eyebrow as he racks his brain.

their bickering is cut short though, when your professor starts talking.

"alright guys, let's settle down. as promised, today we've got a guest speaker- please welcome the chicago police department's deputy chief of the bureau of organized crime, charlie reid!" the class fills with a sparse applause as your professor takes the microphone off his lapel and passes it to charlie. "you didn't tell us he was a deputy chief," megan leans across and mutters to you.

"thanks everyone, it's nice to be here. think i recognize some faces from the ivory tower tour a few months back." charlie smirks, scanning across the room. a few students nod, having been a part of that group as well. his eyes land on you, throwing you a quick, subtle wink. your face heats up.

a moment later trenton leans in close next to you, "you know this guy?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper, "coulda sworn he just winked at you." you shrug, painting your face with an oblivious look, "i don't think he did, but i was on the tour so maybe he remembers me," you offer as an excuse. "pretty good facial rec from the old dude," he nudges you with his shoulder.

you cover your mouth to stifle your laugh, turning your attention back to charlie at the front of the class. even though he's moved on into his presentation, you notice his gaze lingering on the way you giggled at trenton's joke.

"alright then! if there's no more questions, i guess that's it for me." charlie claps his hands together and presses his lips into a line as the class fills with applause once more. he takes the mic off his collar and hands it back to your professor.

"thank you again, charlie, it's been an honour to have you here." the men shake hands as people begin filing out of the class. "remember, essays are due one week today, and deputy chief reid is going to stick around for a little while if anyone has any questions."

"we are leaving, and we are leaving now." you say to kendra and megan, shoving your laptop back into your bag. "but i wanted to ask what he thinks about manning's 'impossible mandate' for police," megan chimes in, zipping her bag shut and throwing it over her shoulder.

you shake your head, "i'll give you his email."

"come onnn, i just want to ask a question. i swear i won't say anything else." she holds out her pinky. you roll your eyes, wrapping your own little finger around hers, "fine, but i swear to god meg... just the question."

"just the question," she repeats with a smile.

"okayy, you guys have fun with that. i've got psych in 15 minutes so i'm gonna head." trenton pats you on the shoulder before turning to head out of the class.

kendra sighs, "as much as i would love to see what is about to go down, i too have psych in 15 minutes." she shuffles by you in the row, heading to follow trent to their next class.

"have fun!!" she whispers as she walks by you. "yeah, thanks." you say, standing up after she passes, grabbing your bag and following megan down to the front of the class where a few other students stand huddled around.

you turn and rest your forehead on megan's shoulder, "i can't believe this is about to happen." she sighs, "i'm just going to ask a question, babe. i swear." you hear charlie wrapping up with the students ahead of you, thanking them for coming and shaking their hand. you pick your head up off your friends shoulder and take a deep breath.

megan walks forward, smile on her face and hand extended. "hi! i'm megan cassidy, it's super nice to meet you, deputy chief reid!" he shakes her hand, "nice to meet you megan- and please, call me charlie."

megan asks her question, charlie answers- sprinkling in a quick story about his time on patrol. "what about your friend," he turns to you, "you have any questions for me?" he tilts his head, one eyebrow raised.

cocky bastard.

you choke back a laugh, scoff falling from your lips instead, "nope, uh- no. no questions." you smile politely, suddenly very aware of your professor standing nearby and classmates behind you.

"alright then, nice meeting you girls." he nods, smirk evident on his face. megan thanks him again before you're dragging her out of the class by her hand.

"see! that was fine! he's nice!" she says when you're in the hallway. you look at her, eyes squinted a little bit. "you think i'd be sleeping with him if he wasn't nice?"

she shrugs. "maybe the sex is really good." you roll your eyes, shaking your head through a laugh.

"okay, i'm gonna head," you announce, standing up from the couch to put your shoes on. megan looks up at you from above her glasses, turning her attention away from whatever fantasy book she's buried in this week. "going to see mister police man?" she asks, one eyebrow raised.

you nod, "don't have to make shit up when i go see him anymore now that you guys know." you slide on your second shoe and take your car keys from the little cup on the entryway table. there's only one or two actual keys on the ring, the rest of the weight coming from souvenir keychains you've collected over the years.

kendra pops out from the kitchen, drying her hands with a dish towel. "this was much more fun when i thought you'd had your bi awakening and you and robin were secret friends with benefits or whatever."

you look up at her, "oh my god, shut up. you thought i was sleeping with robin?"

she shrugs, "she's hot."

"then why don't you sleep with her, ken."

"oh trust me, i would if she asked me to."

you and megan share a look before you sling your bag over your shoulder, turning to open the door. "have fun getting laid!" megan calls after you, turning her attention back to her book. "thaaank you!!" you reply, shutting the door behind you.

you get into the car and take your phone out to text charlie that you're on your way. the drive to his place isn't long, around 10 minutes- 15 if the traffic lights don't cooperate and you manage to catch every red.

his response to your text comes on your car's center console screen:

charlie: Door is unlocked.

after parking in the driveway you walk up to the door, raising your hand to knock before remembering his message. you drop your hand to the doorknob and open the door.

"i'm here!" you call out into the house, shutting the door behind you and kicking your shoes off. there's no response. normally he's on the couch or in his office, hunched over his laptop and typing furiously.

"charlie?" you try again, stepping into the living room. "yeah, in here," he calls from in the kitchen. you trudge through the house, making your way to him.

"hey," you say quietly, stepping into the kitchen, the sudden cold tile under your feet makes you shiver a little. he's standing over the stove, pushing some scrambled eggs around in a pan. "hey." he replies, not turning his attention from the food in front of him. you walk over and lean on the island opposite where he stands.

"long time no see," you tease, "didn't know you were gonna be our guest speaker." he huffs, still not turning around to face you.

"everything ok?" you say, pushing up on your hands to sit on the countertop.

charlie takes a deep breath. he shuts off the stove and sets down the spatula. he turns around to look at you finally. "you tell me."

you furrow your brows, not entirely understanding his reaction.

"who's blondie." he continued, you squint.

"huh?"

"blonde guy sitting next to you in the lecture today. seemed like you guys were laughin' it up."

it clicks, "trent?"

he shrugs, "whatever the fuck his name is. don't really care." his words are clipped, his jaw set firm.

your eyes widen, "charlie, are you... jealous?"

he tilts his head, "not jealous," he says, taking a step towards you, "i don't get jealous of twenty something frat boys." he keeps his eyes on yours, walking closer slowly. you part your legs when you feel the leather material of his belt brush your kneecaps, he steps in the space between them.

"then what's the problem?" you say, treading very lightly. jealousy was unbroken ground thus far into your relationship, "he's just a friend."

"mm, just a friend," he says under his breath, "all your friends touch you like that?"

you can't help but scoff, "touch me like that?" you repeat slow. "charlie, i've known trent since first year. he lived on my floor in res- he's my friend. sure he can be a little touchy, but he doesn't mean anything by it."

charlie brings his pointer finger and thumb to your chin, tilting your head down ever so slightly. "i don't like when people touch what's mine." he says, low and gravelly.

you gulp.

"yours?" you question , voice barely registering at an audible level.

"mine." he repeats, eyes not wavering from yours for even a second.

"yours." you say again- slowly, tentatively. like you're trying the label on for size.

"yeah," he breathes, trailing his fingers up to your jaw before cradling it in the palm of his hand. the pads of his fingers brush just under your hair on the skin of your neck. charlie leans in, steady- almost careful.

his forehead rests against yours, not quite kissing you yet, "mine," he repeats again, finally pressing his lips against yours. they're soft- so soft. softer than any kiss you've shared these past two months.

it doesn't stay that way for long, quickly escalating to the king of kiss you're used to when his hands travel down to rest on the tops of your thighs, then to your waist to pull you closer to him. your hands find their way into his hair, fingers lacing through the short greying strands at the base of his neck.

one of his hands travels under your skirt, toying with the lace band of your panties, he sneaks a finger underneath it, dragging a slow line from your entrance up to your clit. the tiniest of gasps escapes you and you feel charlie smirk against your lips.

you're practically dripping already- admittedly the reason you came over here.

he moves his finger back down and pushes it slowly inside of you. your slick coating over his digit as he works it slowly inside of you. he's a great multitasker, lips unrelenting against yours, tongue now slipped into the equation.

you swear you could come right now if he let you, just from the sheer emotion of this encounter. the way he called you his- claimed you- it made you weak in the knees.

he takes his finger from your cunt, drawing it up to your clit. he circles it a few times, soaking the bud with your wetness. you whimper when he pulls it away, hand travelling back to the top of your thigh.

he leans back from the kiss. you're both breathless, lips pink and swollen. "lie back," he says, pressing one last kiss to your lips before stepping away. you oblige him, leaning back on to your elbows. charlie drops to his knees, looping his fingers through the waistband of your panties once more, but this time pulling them off your legs in one motion. his face disappears between your legs, salt and pepper hair the only thing you can see beneath your bunched up skirt now.

he starts slow. tongue licking a broad stroke up to your clit, then swirling around it. "fuck" the word leaves your lips through an exhale, your head rolling back. you feel his lips twitch against you in a smirk. he brings his hands up to your thighs, drawing them further apart, then hooking his arms around them, dragging you closer to the edge of the counter- closer to him.

he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth with just the right amount of pressure, a proper moan leaves you now, and your hands find their way to his hair again. you tug at his hair, earning a hum from the man buried between your legs, the sound vibrating deliciously against your pussy.

your back threatens to arch off the counter at the new sensation, but charlie's firm grip around your hips holds you there. he switches up his rhythm now, alternating from harsh sucks to more gentle flicks of his tongue at your clit. he takes one of his hands and slides two fingers into you. you gasp, and he starts to curl his fingers inside you, pumping them in and out quickly to bring you right to the edge.

"please charlie- fuck," you whimper, tugging at his hair and pushing his face against your core, desperate for any kind of friction he can offer. his nose bumps your clit and your eyes roll back in your head. "gonna- fuck," you stutter, words leaving you incoherently. you opt for one word instead, the sound falling from your lips amidst a moan.

"close." you're practically squirming now, charlie's arms flexing as he holds you in place on the counter. you swear you feel him grin against your cunt.

"yeah?" he picks his head up to look at you, his fingers still working inside you. you whine at the loss of contact. "my baby's gonna cum for me? hm?"

my baby.

he's never called you baby before- never called you his before.

you could get used to this.

you nod quickly, eyes cinched shut and sinful noises slipping from your lips. "yeah?" he asks again, one eyebrow raised now.

"ask for permission," he says, admiring the way your body writhes under his touch, "ask me to let you cum."

you open your eyes to look down at him, his lips glossy with a thin layer of your slick. his fingers don't stop curling against your walls, the tips of them rubbing just right on the squishy spot inside you that makes you see stars. the veins and muscles in his forearm flexing just so as he works his fingers in and out of you.

"please, charlie- need it so bad- so fucking bad," you whimper, eyes falling shut again as your senses start becoming overwhelmed.

he makes a satisfied hum, before dipping his head back down between your legs, lips and tongue resuming their earlier motions- laving over your pussy and sucking on your clit.

it isn't long before your vision's overcome with a white static, all your senses only able to register nothing else but how good charlie's making you feel with his mouth and fingers. your orgasm hits and you're crying out his name, fingers pulling harshly on his hair now.

the pleasure washes over you like a shockwave, rippling through your body and tearing moan after moan from your throat. charlie doesn't stop- not for a second. you could swear there are tears brimming at your eyes from the immense sensory input. "too much-" you whine, trying to pull him from between your legs. you feel him shake his head.

"one more," he says against your pussy.

you want to refuse, tell him you can't take it anymore, tell him to stop. but you can't find it in you when what he's doing feels so good. so you nod, your hips subconsciously grinding into his mouth. that only eggs charlie on. his tongue speeds up against your cunt, he sucks harder on your clit and fucks his fingers deeper into you.

it isn't long — actually it's a humiliatingly short amount of time — before you're coming again. orgasm washing over you as the tears that only threatened to spill earlier are flowing freely down your cheeks.

your whole body is quaking when charlie pulls away, he stands up to knead at your thighs to bring you down from your high. when you finally crack your eyes open, chest heaving, you see him looking down at you, taking in your absolutely exasperated figure beneath him.

"good?" he asks, cocky smirk on his face.

"yeah," you breathe.

"good." he says again, his hands travel up to your waist before gripping you there and pulling you off the counter. you squeal as he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder.

"my turn."

he carries you easily up the stairs to his bedroom, practically throwing you into the plush mattress- a stark contrast to the hard, cold, marble slab you were lying on moments earlier. his hands quickly move to his shirt, undoing the buttons easily, then down to his belt, sliding it out of the loops in his pants.

he nods to you, "strip," he says simply, "'m not gonna be the only one naked."

you smile, tugging off your skirt (panties still on the floor of the kitchen probably), then pulling your top over your head and throwing it somewhere in the room.

charlie smirks when he looks back at you. no bra.

he shakes his head, trying to fight the smirk from turning into a smile. "you're too much, you know that?" he walks over to you and kneels on the bed above you before leaning down and kissing you.

his lips feel different than when he kissed you last, although it was only a few minutes ago. they're no longer soft and gentle, but rough and desperate against yours. he moves to stand up off of you but you don't let him- wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him there.

"gotta get a condom," he says against your lips, never pulling away for any longer than necessary.

"don't," you say against his lips, "wanna feel you."

he groans into your mouth at that, his last ounce of control almost snapping- but still holding on for dear life. "but baby, i-"

he starts, but you cut him off with another kiss.

"don't care."

that's all he needs to hear. he reaches down and takes his cock in his hand, positioning it at your entrance. with the amount of slick absolutely dripping out of you from your two earlier orgasms, he glides into you easily.

a downright sinful moan falls from your lips, eyes wrenching shut as you feel him stretch you out. it's different than any time he's fucked you before- you can feel all of him.

every ridge, vein, crevice and bump on his cock presses into you as he eases all the way into your cunt. "fuckin' made for me, hm?" he groans when his hips meet yours, now buried to the hilt inside you.

he doesn't give you long to adjust to the new sensation, too intoxicated with the way your walls hug around him to stay still for any extended period of time. he drags out of you before practically slamming back inside. his head falls to the crook of your neck, kissing and biting and nibbling on the area.

you're sure there will be evidence left behind, you'll definitely get taunts from your friends- but you cannot find it in yourself to care. he keeps thrusting into you, hips stuttering when you clench around him but otherwise maintaining a grueling pace.

one of your hands is wrapped around his back, clawing and scratching at the taut skin, the other is grasping at the sheets- desperate for something to ground you through the pleasure he's bringing you.

you feel yourself getting close, the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening as you come up on your third orgasm of the night. you can tell charlie's getting close too: the noises he's making, the way he stills between thrusts- even if just for a second. you've gotten to know his body well.

"come on," he coaxes, "gimme one last one around my cock."

his words have you coming undone. when you moan his name as you cum, suddenly you're very happy he doesn't live in an apartment- because there would most definitely be noise complaints if he did.

"wh- fuck," he grunts, hips still snapping into you as you cum, "where do you want it," he asks- but a part of him already knows the answer. the way your legs have been wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper into you while he fucks you into the mattress.

"inside," you whimper, body still reeling from your orgasm, "please charlie, need it so bad." his hips don't let up, still rocking into you, but that's all he needs to hear for him to come tumbling over the edge. he spills inside of you — deep inside of you — rhythm never relenting as he comes.

you're starting to feel like it's all too much. too much pleasure, too full of him (his cock and his cum). just too much. tears prick at your eyes again and you swear the feeling, the sensation of him filling you up with his spend has you hurdling towards yet another orgasm.

"good girl," charlie whispers, his hips slow as he fucks you through your last high, silently admiring how pretty the tears look falling from your eyes. he can't help but smirk, knowing he made you feel so good you cried.

one more moment of savouring the feeling before he pulls out of you. both of your breaths hitching when he does. he smiles down at you, pressing one last tender kiss to your lips before he rolls off of you to lie beside you. you sit in comfortable silence for a bit, allowing your heart rates to come back to normal.

"wow," you breathe, staring up at the ceiling. he turns his head to look at you.

"yeah," he sighs, taking in your absolutely fucked out appearance.

"i don't think i've ever come that many times before." you admit, turning your head to look at him now. the corner of his mouth twitches up- you notice.

you smack his shoulder, shaking your head through a laugh. "don't get cocky, your ego's big enough as it is." he smiles, "mhmm, i'll try my best." that smile is hard not to reciprocate. you turn on your side to face him, lips pulled high in your own satisfied smile.

you catch a glimpse of the alarm clock over him, you sigh- it's late. "i guess i should get going," you whisper.

that's been your arrangement these past couple months. you fuck, either at his place or in his office, then you go home- not trying to give your friends any reason to be suspicious.

charlie grabs your wrist. you look at him, met with those hypnotic hazel eyes- a different sort of look in them now though.

"stay." he says. simple.

your first instinct is to protest. tell him you can't, that you've got a reason to be up early tomorrow or don't want your friends to worry. but then, you remember- they know. you don't have to dance around this relationship anymore, don't have to come up with cover stories for every time you go out. if you want to stay the night, you can stay the night.

"yeah?" you ask, he nods.

"yeah." he tugs at your wrist gently. you smile, allowing him to pull you by the arm to rest your head on his chest. he sighs, not in any kind of annoyance or negative emotion, just- contentment. you let your eyes flutter shut, leg swinging over to tangle with his. he presses a kiss to the top of your head, his free hand coming up to trace along your back.

it feels... nice. lying here with him. feels right.

you think you could stay here forever.

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