#stonecoldambition

Send ‘👅’ for my muse to go down on your muse!

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” His words were harsh, demanding as he reaches for her, snatching the officer by her arm, holding her in place.

“I don’t answer to you, asshole. You want these files or not?” Tina sneers, stepping into his space in challenge. The two had been at each other’s throats the entire day, the officer tasked with fetching and carrying for him under complete duress as he stalked throughout the precinct. The self-righteous man walked across the tiled floor like he owned the place, dress shoes clicking in a grating confidence. There was something about the man, even if he wasn’t speaking, that set Tina’s teeth on edge.

“Just shut your mouth or I’ll do it for you.” Perkins steps closer, face now inches apart as he bites back. With those words, the air between them changes, crackles with anger then thickens with an unspoken heat. They breathe heavy, boldly waiting for the other to back down, to submit, like pulling a wire taut and waiting for it to snap. Tina stares back at him defiantly, trying to keep a handle on the storm curling within her as his eyes darken with an emotion they both refuse to voice.

She breaks first, eyes flicking down to his lips, heat passing between them with a shaky breath, “Do it then.” She breathes, baring her teeth to goad him on. The tension tightens between them, pulls and pulls, has his jaw clenching and unclenching until he’s looking down too, eyeing her lips with a burning gaze. The wire snaps and they’re on each other in a rush, teeth clacking with the force as their lips meet. Her back meets the evidence room wall, a huff leaving her as she grabs a fistful of his jacket, tugging him closer and demanding more. He complies, tugging her shirt down only to bite at her neck roughly, saliva still clinging to his lips from their messy, lust driven kiss.

The air is thick with a raw desire, heat thrumming under her skin as he pushes and pulls her as much as she to him. And Tina’s mad at him. Mad that it’s him. Perkins of all people that is making her feel this way but she can’t help it, can’t help but react, to roll her head to the side and groan as he takes what he wants. She encourages his rough handling with a buck of her hips and the threading of fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands sharply to piss him off more. The reaction is worth it, a hiss of arousal, a sharper bite to her neck and a punishing grip on her arm as he growls at her, pulling her hand away.

“Tell me you want me.” Perkins pants against her skin, sliding his free hand down to squeeze her ass with rough fingers. 

“I thought you told me you were gonna shut me up.” Tina quips back with a smirk, grinding her hips against his own and drawing a grunt from his lips. She feels him respond in kind, rough and demanding much like the man himself. The feeling of his erection rubbing against her had Tina releasing a moan, tipping her head back to the wall as he pulls her closer with the hand at her ass. He catches her lips again for a bruising kiss, rutting against one another while the officer fumbles with his belt in a rush. She felt high on the anger, the adrenaline, his commanding nature. The control which exudes off him in an overwhelming pressure heightens the flush on her face, clouding her mind with need.

His hands grip her own, tugging them impatiently as she pulls his belt loose. He pushes against her hand once, bites at her lower lip and suddenly she can’t think aside from the burning desire to feel him on her tongue, to swallow around his length as it stretches her lips and strains her jaw. It seems he has a similar idea as she’s tugged down to the floor and Tina drops the rest of the way without thought, lifting her head to stare at him. Curling a hand under her chin he lifts her head more, bringing her face closer to the obvious bulge in his pants. “Get to work, Chen. Put that mouth to good use.”

“$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[text - Dick Prickens] if i’mma help your android ass you better start answering your goddamn cell. or brain. or whatever.

[text - Dick Prickens] Hello?

[text - Dick Prickens] Oh shit

Wow. W o w their dynamic gives me LIFE I LOVE IT SO MUCH CNSNCJSNCNS

Gavin was gripping his plastic coffee cup tightly, the liquid inside threatening to spill over his fingers. Gavin’s eyes were closed and his lips were clenched shut, formed into a permanent scowl.

Hearing Perkins’ voice made Gavin want to slam the boiling coffee into his fucking face. Then he started to register what he was saying. By the time Gavin opened his eyes, Richard’s arm was caging him against the wall. It shouldn’t’ve been a surprise, the sound of his palm hitting the drywall wasn’t quiet. 

Gavin glared, lips curling up in a snarl. “Phck. Off. Asshole.” He growled. His eyes narrowed and his mouth opened to say something before it begrudgingly closed. Gavin set his coffee down, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm his ire. 

5'9.5 is apparently the average! Oh my goooood, Perkins would be SUCH a shortie next to her then!!! XD

“How’s the face?” It could sound like concern-- if the words weren’t coming from Hank Anderson. And if they weren’t coming in such a snide, superior tone. He’s trying hard not to crack a smile at the memory of-- well, cracking Perkins’ jaw, but it’s difficult. It was satisfying as hell, and he’s honestly hoping for a reason to go round two right now.

“I mean... it’s still hideous, obviously, but that’s probably how you were born.” He’s not done, Perkins. Just hold tight. Because there comes that shit-eating grin. “Don’t worry, I’m sure your mama tried her best.”