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Disparity By Design 8/10
Title: Disparity by Design
Fandom: Nikki & Nora
Pairing: Nikki & Nora
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 – some parts are more risqué, some have serious language and deal with mature themes and adult concepts like violence, offensive language and naughtiness.
Disclaimer: I’m sure I’ve covered this in the previous 7 stories I’ve written in this fandom, but to cover my bases, I’ll repeat myself – Not mine. I’m playing with someone else’s toys, Nancylee Myatt's and others actually. All for fun and if money is being made off what I’m writing, someone should let me know.
A/N: There’s a little smut at the end of this…I did say that the ratings change chapter to chapter – this one gets a solid NC-17
Ch. 8 – Empty Fairytales
I scrawl my name to the final sheet of the three-inch stack of papers Jen handed me when I got here and breathe a sigh of relief. “Done,” I declare, tossing my pen on top of the paperwork.
Jen looks up from her own work, blinking behind tortoise colored, Tiffany and Co. frames. “Good. Now come here.” She crooks a finger at me and I flash back to years ago when we were sitting in the den at my daddy’s house.
Her beckoning me now is the exact same way that it was then…only this time, I won’t be stripping and letting her have her way with me. Even if she’s getting prettier as she ages. Her honey blonde hair is soft and thick; her oval face shows faint lines that enhance her high cheek bones and easy smile.
Quirking an eyebrow at her, she sends me a wink and says, “I want you to look at this proposal.”
Shaking my head, I stand and stretch, feeling my lower back pop.
I really should get back to the chiropractor this week. I’m in dire need of an adjustment.
Relaxing, I saunter over and plop down next to Jen in the aged, black leather sofa. Realizing for the first time tonight that my casual look is nowhere near complimentary to the black pencil skirt and cream silk blouse Jen has on, Nora’s been influencing my wardrobe choices entirely too much the past few months…
Or it could be the fact that neither of us has been able to drop off the dry cleaning.
She leans back and we rest together shoulder to shoulder before she hands me off the papers she was looking at. “This is a request for the foundation. A group of Tulane students along with two academic advisors are looking to start up an outreach center on campus for LGBTQ students.”
“The university doesn’t have something already?” I ask letting my eyebrows knit together. Tulane’s huge and for them not to have something like that…
Jen’s answer is a shake of her head. “Apparently, the school’s not looking to fund something like that, so they’re working towards grants and private donations to get something together. Everything they’ve got is in that stack.” Jen shrugs and stretches out her legs, letting the heel of her left foot slip from the pump to rest on top of the coffee table.
“Alright, well, I’ll have a look at this sometime this week. Do we have enough in the budget?” I wonder and mirror her position except for shoes; my sneaker knocks into the top of her pump.
“The last meeting Tia and I took together says that we may have enough for one more project, there’s one more benefit for the foundation at the end of the year, which you are supposed to spearhead,” she looks at me from the corner of her eyes and lifts her eyebrow.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m on top of that,” I lie. I’m really not.
Licking her lips, she smirks. “Right and I’m taking up golf, but don’t side track me. There was the half-million dollar check that came through that I’m waiting to get final approval to cash – damn anonymous donations.”
“Fine,” I admit, “I haven’t even started on it, but I’ll put something together before the end of the week, promise. Make sure to do a bit of digging on that check. Not that I’m not grateful, but…”
“I’ll take care of it, ma’am, you just secure the venue and give me a theme, I’ll work out the rest of the scheduling and we can put Tia and Jake on it,” she offers.
I don’t even have to think about it. I nod readily. “Consider it done.”
“Good, now, did I tell you about Heath Rourke and the disastrous affair at the last league party to which you RSVP’d and never showed?” Her question is punctuated with a bony elbow to my side.
Glaring at her, I shake my head. “I’m sorry, but murder takes precedent over getting dolled up and playing nice with the vultures. I take it Christine won’t take him back?”
Jen shakes her head, “He’s been a dog since they’ve separated and really, is it any wonder? She was seeing Jeff Wiley on the side while he was diddling Jamie Bretter’s mother…”
“Ruth Bretter’s near twice his age!” I howl with laughter.
She covers my left knee with her hand and laughs along with me. “Oh, darling, I know and you think he’d have some shame, but oh, no. He saunters into the hall in this…the suit really wasn’t bad, but he had this yellow, silk shirt on underneath a blue jacket. It really wouldn’t have been so bad if he’d have buttoned up, but didn’t.”
I grimace. Heath Rourke is a medium height, pompous, hairy jackass. “How bad was it?”
“The bear skin rug your daddy has in the sitting room has less hair than his chest. I swear to God Nikki, if I wasn’t sure of my orientation prior to last Wednesday…I kind of threw up in my mouth a little.”
I double over as my body shakes with laughter. Tears sting the corner of my eyes and I let them fall. Oh, I wish I could have seen that. Jen’s laughing just as hard and leans over with me. Clutching on to her arm, we let the mental image entertain us.
“Uhm, Nik…”
My head snaps up and I see Nora standing in the doorway, her left hand on the door knob and her right on her hip. The grey top she put on this morning more rumpled than when she pulled it from the dresser and her slacks are showing more wear than they should. I’m going to have to take her shopping soon.
I grin at her though. I wasn’t expecting her to show up tonight. I thought she was going to Phantoms to blow off a little steam.
“Hi, sug,” I greet her, untangle my hand from Jen’s and give her a little wave.
“Nora, nice to see you this evening,” Jen’s goes for cordial, but the way Nora’s looking at us…
Oh for Pete’s sake.
“Come in and have a seat,” I pat the spot next to me, but she doesn’t budge.
“I, uh,” she stutters, licking her lips, “I, uh, I need to talk you about the Stoh’s case.”
“Hmm,” Jen grunts as she rights herself, “I’ll take that as my cue.” She begins to gather her things, stuffing them into her bag. “Nik, I’ll need to know about the proposal in your hand and the fund raiser before the end of the week. We’ll catch up more later.” She leans down and pecks my cheek before slinging her bag over her shoulder, brushing past Nora and disappearing.
Nora’s gaze follows her past the point of my vision before she finally comes into the office and shuts the door.
I watch her move, a little stiff, a little tired, over to me and take the spot Jen just left. “Nora?” I question.
“I think we may have a problem…”
“Well, howdy partner,” Ron greets when he opens up the door to his home. I can hear the chatter from the T.V. in the back…it sounds like Sports Center. “To what do I the honor?”
I give a slight shove to his right shoulder, pushing him back so I can get inside. “I need some information, sugga, and you are the answer man, so here I am.”
He shuts the door and then grabs me from behind to give a squeeze. I giggle and arch my neck back to plant a kiss on his scruffy cheek. He lets me go and I ask, leading us into his living room, “How’s things?”
I take the recliner left of the T.V. and leave his favorite spot open for him to sit down. He plops in his chair and shrugs. “Brandy’s off visiting her sister in Memphis. I’ve got the house to myself and have no idea how to behave.”
I look at the coffee table and see the half eaten pizza and beer bottles. “Baird, what in the hell am I going to do with you?”
“Can’t change the stripes, Beaumont. I’m a creature of habit,” he smiles at me and winks.
“Ain’t that true for all of us?” I tease.
He scoffs, “Shit, then you need to let one of my D’s know. This backwater gator chaser can’t seem to fill out any, and I mean any, of his shit the same way twice.”
“Oh,” I tease, “poor, little Baird, can’t straighten out his team.”
He grumbles, “Yeah, well, just remember it took me forever to train your ass too, Nik.”
“Touché, old timer, touché.” I kick back in the chair and enjoy being around Ron again. We don’t get together as much as I’d like. Despite our recent lunch date, it’s been more than two months since I saw him.
“So, where’s my girlfriend?” he asks, kicking out the ottoman from under the recliner. I watch him stretch and lace his hands behind his head, the undershirt he’s wearing strains against his round, hard stomach.
“She’s off having a chat with her friend, Casey. You remember her?” I ask.
He gnaws on his lip and then nods. “Yeah, little girl, bartender, right?”
I nod while he goes to sit up. “Shit, where are my manners, Nik. You want anything to drink? I got beer and uh…” he pauses scratching the top of his head. I can see the mental inventory of the fridge ticking off in his head. “I think I just got beer and water.”
“Sit down. I’m fine; besides, I know where the kitchen is.” I wave him down and watch him settle back into his seat.
“Damn right you do, but Brandy’d kill me for being a bad host. So, then what’s going on? I hear you guys have been hammered over in S.C.U., how are you holding up?”
“We’re swamped, I forget what time off actually is and I miss my home. You know how it is…”
“Yep,” he agrees.
“And what is up…?” I drum my fingers across the top of my thigh and wonder where to start. “Well, Nora and I’ve got a doozey of a case and I’m trying to get as much information as I can on a gang, Seventh Circle Widows, at the local level. Can you help your old partner out?”
He draws in a deep breath, the air being sucked in through his nose, before exhaling and answering, “They mainly go by ‘Seventh Circle’ around here, but yeah, they’ve been creepin’ higher on my radar over the past coupla years. You want to elaborate or you just want the down and dirty so you can go save the day?” He smirks at me.
I roll my eyes.
“Down and dirty, Baird, you know how like it,” I purr and see the blush creep up his neck.
“Fine, spoil my fun,” he finally recovers. “They aren’t a big outfit around here, but they can cause waves when they want. The group as a whole, relatively low key. They mess with some of the more troublesome groups, cut in on territory, take away business here and there, but it’s all word of mouth shit. I can’t get anyone to roll on a Widow to save my life.”
“That normal?” I wonder.
His lips pinch and he shrugs. “Yes and no, I mean most of the time the thugs stick to the rule of snitches get stitches, but you can usually find a weasel somewhere. I haven’t found one yet on this group. Like I said, they’re small, they keep operations below the radar and most of the street-chatter.”
“So they’re a pretty tight group?” I prod, “Don’t rely on much outside help?”
“That’s my thought. I mean usually if a group’s moving product, there’s certain people here that know, but these guys…” he chews on his lower lip.
“You collar any of them?” I ask.
He nods. “Yeah, but it’s misdemeanor violations, holding, possession, solicitation. You think they’re gonna cause problems?”
I lick my lips before I answer, “Two of their members were murdered a couple of days ago. The issue is a little more complex due to one, the vics are responsible for armed robbery and two counts of homicide,” I start a tick list and hold up my index finger then add my middle to it and continue, “second, the male vic was in WitSec,” my ring finger is added to the other two, “three, apart from being members of the gang, Casey’s current squeeze seems to be sporting a neck tat for them as well.”
His eyebrows disappear under a lock of hair that falls across his forehead. He whistles and asks, “Anything else?”
“There’s more, but that’s a high level overview. I’m just trying to figure out how to go about this. From what the U.S. Marshall responsible for Stohs, our male vic, said, he and the other vic were killed by someone from the Circle.”
“Execution style, laid out all nice like with a coin between the lips?” he ventures.
I tap the tip of my nose with one index finger and point with the other. “Got it in one.”
My hands drop to my lap and I watch him mull over the information. He gnaws the inside of his cheek while the two caterpillars he calls eyebrows bunch over his nose. He clears his throat after a minute and theorizes, “Maybe that’s why they were iced, ya know?”
I just raise an eyebrow.
“Well,” he coughs again, “Seventh Circle’s, like I said, low key. Armed robbery?” He shakes his head. “That really isn’t their style. Maybe they were taken out ‘cause they went against the group.”
“You think they went too far?” I wonder.
“Maybe, I mean, it makes a bit of sense, sends a clear message to the other members of the gang…”
“The ‘don’t fuck up’ message,” I pick up his train of thought.
“That’d be the one. What are you gonna do about Casey and her squeeze?”
I shrug. “That’s what Nora’s going to find out. Gabby, the squeeze,” I grin at the term, “she’s got a widow tat right under her left ear. She’s also got a bunch more so I don’t know if its gang affiliated or just dumb luck.”
“You think Nora going to talk to ‘em’s a good idea?”
“She…we want to protect Cass and by extension Gabby if I have to. It might not be a ‘good’ idea, but it’s the right one.”
“Nora!” I call out as I enter our home.
My shout is met with silence.
I close and lock the door then move to the kitchen to deposit my purse, car keys and jacket. I cock my head to the side and listen. Faintly, I hear music playing upstairs and go off in search of my lover.
Quietly, I take the steps two at a time and peek around the corner to the sitting room.
No Nora.
The bathroom door is cracked and that’s where the music is coming from…
I didn’t earn that pretty gold shield at my hip for nothing.
I push gently on the door and see the top of her head resting on the edge of the tub. She sings a little off key to Corrine Bailey Rae’s debut album.
My lips quirk up in a grin as Nora fails to keep up with the smoky, melodic voice. I’ll give her an ‘A’ for effort at least.
“Nora?” I finally speak up.
Her head snaps up and water sloshes over the side of the tub. Mister’s head pokes up from the other side of the bathroom. “Jesus, Nik!”
Laughing, I come to the side of the tub, look down at her and smile. “I called out when I got in, but you didn’t…”
“Sorry,” she ducks her head sheepishly, “I just needed to…”
I nod and watch as she sits up, causing the suds to slide down her front to expose the top of her breasts. She notices where my gaze is locked on to because the next thing I feel is water hitting my face.
“Hey,” I protest and mop the drops of water off that she flicked at me. “Behave.”
Her tongue plants itself in her cheek and she just gives me a look, coquettish, if I were pressed to describe it.
“You can stand there and drool or you can get in so I can drool too,” she offers with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
“Sug that might be the best damn offer I’ve gotten this week.” I start immediately and toe off my sneakers, kicking them towards the shower stall.
I keep my gaze trained on Nora and appreciate how she’s biting her bottom lip. “You want to help?” I ask.
She moves to take me up on the suggestion, but then settles back down and shakes her head. “Yeah, but I want to know what you know before I let my libido take over. Information first, sex second.”
I laugh and finish disrobing. My layers peeling off and getting tossed near where my shoes were kicked. I’m about to get in when Nora coughs and points to the floor. I look down wondering what she’s looking at when the fact that I didn’t take my socks off registers.
Blushing, I raise my left foot first and tug the black ankle sock off, the right one follows soon after and I step into the luke warm water. Nora thinks ahead though and hits the drain to let off some of the water as I settle down on the other side of the tub. Our legs tangle together, my right slips between her bent knees and I sigh.
Smooth skin slides against mine as I rest my head back in a similar fashion to how I found my partner. A foot slides over the outside of my right thigh and rubs. “Hmmm,” I hum.
I keep my eyes closed as Nora asks, “So, what did you learn?”
“Seventh Circle’s low key in the area. Misdemeanor busts, nothing serious. Ron was shocked that two of their members got popped. He did think that they were because of the robbery. He thinks it was supposed to be a message to the other members to not step out of line,” I reply succinctly.
“Hmm, that actually makes a fair bit of sense,” she agrees.
“You?” I ask as I roll my neck, stretching some of the tense muscle.
“Cass was quiet. She let Gabby talk and with that woman, it was more of what she didn’t say than what she did. I think she’s involved with the gang, I don’t think she had anything to do with Stohs or Kirkpatrick.”
I finally open my eyes, raise my head and look at her. “Really?”
“Yeah, I mean she…she wasn’t saying everything, but I read enough of her to convince me that she didn’t or doesn’t have a hand in the robbery or the four dead bodies,” Nora answers and then crooks her finger at me, beckoning me into her open arms.
Unable to resist, I slide around as gracefully as I can in the confined space as she pulls me backwards. My back is met with warm, pliant flesh as her arms wrap around my waist and legs tangle with mine.
“Hmmm,” we both hum and I rest my head on her wet shoulder. I really should have put my hair up, but…
Oh, well.
Our breathing finds a rhythm and I melt against her.
“This, my dear, is heaven,” I purr and turn my head to nuzzle into her neck.
“I can make it better,” she husks and I feel her hand slide further down my body and slip between my thighs.
Using only her index finger, she parts me and I let my legs fall open to accommodate. A dull pulse begins low between my legs and she teases me. Her finger slithers around, up and down, but never actually touching where I want.
It’s strikes me as she whispers, “Play with your nipples,” that it’s been a little too long since I’ve felt my Nora like this. The interrupted bath was cuddles, both of us a little too exhausted to engage in anything more risqué.
I do comply with her demand though. I take her left hand and lace it with mine to play with one nipple while I reach back with my left hand, cup her neck and draw her to me for a kiss.
Our lips meet, part and her tongue runs along mine.
It’s then that she finally gets down to business and begins a slow assault on my clit. She brushes over it and around it, creating a pattern with the tip of her finger. A heated slickness coats the inside of my thighs as my arousal ratchets up.
I should be taking this a bit slower, but…
I know it’s only been a week or two, it feels like ages since the last time we made love and I can’t control the way my body’s reacting to her.
Her mouth breaks away from mine in favor of drawing in a ragged breath.
Growling, I attack her neck instead, licking and sucking at any piece of her I can reach.
Her own rumble vibrates through my back and she presses forward, her hips grinding against my ass. “Nik,” she moans
“Shh,” I manage between nibbles, “please, baby.” I can feel her own need coating my ass as she slides against me. “I love how wet you still get for me, sugga.”
She groans and I feel the burn high in my tummy. My muscles tense as she presses more firmly around my clit and I let go, relishing the way the orgasm ripples though me and into her. I feel her own release gush along my backside and she trembles against me.
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Fandom: Nikki & Nora
Pairing: Nikki & Nora
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 – some parts are more risqué, some have serious language and deal with mature themes and adult concepts like violence, offensive language and naughtiness.
Disclaimer: I’m sure I’ve covered this in the previous 7 stories I’ve written in this fandom, but to cover my bases, I’ll repeat myself – Not mine. I’m playing with someone else’s toys, Nancylee Myatt's and others actually. All for fun and if money is being made off what I’m writing, someone should let me know.
A/N: There’s a little smut at the end of this…I did say that the ratings change chapter to chapter – this one gets a solid NC-17
I scrawl my name to the final sheet of the three-inch stack of papers Jen handed me when I got here and breathe a sigh of relief. “Done,” I declare, tossing my pen on top of the paperwork.
Jen looks up from her own work, blinking behind tortoise colored, Tiffany and Co. frames. “Good. Now come here.” She crooks a finger at me and I flash back to years ago when we were sitting in the den at my daddy’s house.
Her beckoning me now is the exact same way that it was then…only this time, I won’t be stripping and letting her have her way with me. Even if she’s getting prettier as she ages. Her honey blonde hair is soft and thick; her oval face shows faint lines that enhance her high cheek bones and easy smile.
Quirking an eyebrow at her, she sends me a wink and says, “I want you to look at this proposal.”
Shaking my head, I stand and stretch, feeling my lower back pop.
I really should get back to the chiropractor this week. I’m in dire need of an adjustment.
Relaxing, I saunter over and plop down next to Jen in the aged, black leather sofa. Realizing for the first time tonight that my casual look is nowhere near complimentary to the black pencil skirt and cream silk blouse Jen has on, Nora’s been influencing my wardrobe choices entirely too much the past few months…
Or it could be the fact that neither of us has been able to drop off the dry cleaning.
She leans back and we rest together shoulder to shoulder before she hands me off the papers she was looking at. “This is a request for the foundation. A group of Tulane students along with two academic advisors are looking to start up an outreach center on campus for LGBTQ students.”
“The university doesn’t have something already?” I ask letting my eyebrows knit together. Tulane’s huge and for them not to have something like that…
Jen’s answer is a shake of her head. “Apparently, the school’s not looking to fund something like that, so they’re working towards grants and private donations to get something together. Everything they’ve got is in that stack.” Jen shrugs and stretches out her legs, letting the heel of her left foot slip from the pump to rest on top of the coffee table.
“Alright, well, I’ll have a look at this sometime this week. Do we have enough in the budget?” I wonder and mirror her position except for shoes; my sneaker knocks into the top of her pump.
“The last meeting Tia and I took together says that we may have enough for one more project, there’s one more benefit for the foundation at the end of the year, which you are supposed to spearhead,” she looks at me from the corner of her eyes and lifts her eyebrow.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m on top of that,” I lie. I’m really not.
Licking her lips, she smirks. “Right and I’m taking up golf, but don’t side track me. There was the half-million dollar check that came through that I’m waiting to get final approval to cash – damn anonymous donations.”
“Fine,” I admit, “I haven’t even started on it, but I’ll put something together before the end of the week, promise. Make sure to do a bit of digging on that check. Not that I’m not grateful, but…”
“I’ll take care of it, ma’am, you just secure the venue and give me a theme, I’ll work out the rest of the scheduling and we can put Tia and Jake on it,” she offers.
I don’t even have to think about it. I nod readily. “Consider it done.”
“Good, now, did I tell you about Heath Rourke and the disastrous affair at the last league party to which you RSVP’d and never showed?” Her question is punctuated with a bony elbow to my side.
Glaring at her, I shake my head. “I’m sorry, but murder takes precedent over getting dolled up and playing nice with the vultures. I take it Christine won’t take him back?”
Jen shakes her head, “He’s been a dog since they’ve separated and really, is it any wonder? She was seeing Jeff Wiley on the side while he was diddling Jamie Bretter’s mother…”
“Ruth Bretter’s near twice his age!” I howl with laughter.
She covers my left knee with her hand and laughs along with me. “Oh, darling, I know and you think he’d have some shame, but oh, no. He saunters into the hall in this…the suit really wasn’t bad, but he had this yellow, silk shirt on underneath a blue jacket. It really wouldn’t have been so bad if he’d have buttoned up, but didn’t.”
I grimace. Heath Rourke is a medium height, pompous, hairy jackass. “How bad was it?”
“The bear skin rug your daddy has in the sitting room has less hair than his chest. I swear to God Nikki, if I wasn’t sure of my orientation prior to last Wednesday…I kind of threw up in my mouth a little.”
I double over as my body shakes with laughter. Tears sting the corner of my eyes and I let them fall. Oh, I wish I could have seen that. Jen’s laughing just as hard and leans over with me. Clutching on to her arm, we let the mental image entertain us.
“Uhm, Nik…”
My head snaps up and I see Nora standing in the doorway, her left hand on the door knob and her right on her hip. The grey top she put on this morning more rumpled than when she pulled it from the dresser and her slacks are showing more wear than they should. I’m going to have to take her shopping soon.
I grin at her though. I wasn’t expecting her to show up tonight. I thought she was going to Phantoms to blow off a little steam.
“Hi, sug,” I greet her, untangle my hand from Jen’s and give her a little wave.
“Nora, nice to see you this evening,” Jen’s goes for cordial, but the way Nora’s looking at us…
Oh for Pete’s sake.
“Come in and have a seat,” I pat the spot next to me, but she doesn’t budge.
“I, uh,” she stutters, licking her lips, “I, uh, I need to talk you about the Stoh’s case.”
“Hmm,” Jen grunts as she rights herself, “I’ll take that as my cue.” She begins to gather her things, stuffing them into her bag. “Nik, I’ll need to know about the proposal in your hand and the fund raiser before the end of the week. We’ll catch up more later.” She leans down and pecks my cheek before slinging her bag over her shoulder, brushing past Nora and disappearing.
Nora’s gaze follows her past the point of my vision before she finally comes into the office and shuts the door.
I watch her move, a little stiff, a little tired, over to me and take the spot Jen just left. “Nora?” I question.
“I think we may have a problem…”
“Well, howdy partner,” Ron greets when he opens up the door to his home. I can hear the chatter from the T.V. in the back…it sounds like Sports Center. “To what do I the honor?”
I give a slight shove to his right shoulder, pushing him back so I can get inside. “I need some information, sugga, and you are the answer man, so here I am.”
He shuts the door and then grabs me from behind to give a squeeze. I giggle and arch my neck back to plant a kiss on his scruffy cheek. He lets me go and I ask, leading us into his living room, “How’s things?”
I take the recliner left of the T.V. and leave his favorite spot open for him to sit down. He plops in his chair and shrugs. “Brandy’s off visiting her sister in Memphis. I’ve got the house to myself and have no idea how to behave.”
I look at the coffee table and see the half eaten pizza and beer bottles. “Baird, what in the hell am I going to do with you?”
“Can’t change the stripes, Beaumont. I’m a creature of habit,” he smiles at me and winks.
“Ain’t that true for all of us?” I tease.
He scoffs, “Shit, then you need to let one of my D’s know. This backwater gator chaser can’t seem to fill out any, and I mean any, of his shit the same way twice.”
“Oh,” I tease, “poor, little Baird, can’t straighten out his team.”
He grumbles, “Yeah, well, just remember it took me forever to train your ass too, Nik.”
“Touché, old timer, touché.” I kick back in the chair and enjoy being around Ron again. We don’t get together as much as I’d like. Despite our recent lunch date, it’s been more than two months since I saw him.
“So, where’s my girlfriend?” he asks, kicking out the ottoman from under the recliner. I watch him stretch and lace his hands behind his head, the undershirt he’s wearing strains against his round, hard stomach.
“She’s off having a chat with her friend, Casey. You remember her?” I ask.
He gnaws on his lip and then nods. “Yeah, little girl, bartender, right?”
I nod while he goes to sit up. “Shit, where are my manners, Nik. You want anything to drink? I got beer and uh…” he pauses scratching the top of his head. I can see the mental inventory of the fridge ticking off in his head. “I think I just got beer and water.”
“Sit down. I’m fine; besides, I know where the kitchen is.” I wave him down and watch him settle back into his seat.
“Damn right you do, but Brandy’d kill me for being a bad host. So, then what’s going on? I hear you guys have been hammered over in S.C.U., how are you holding up?”
“We’re swamped, I forget what time off actually is and I miss my home. You know how it is…”
“Yep,” he agrees.
“And what is up…?” I drum my fingers across the top of my thigh and wonder where to start. “Well, Nora and I’ve got a doozey of a case and I’m trying to get as much information as I can on a gang, Seventh Circle Widows, at the local level. Can you help your old partner out?”
He draws in a deep breath, the air being sucked in through his nose, before exhaling and answering, “They mainly go by ‘Seventh Circle’ around here, but yeah, they’ve been creepin’ higher on my radar over the past coupla years. You want to elaborate or you just want the down and dirty so you can go save the day?” He smirks at me.
I roll my eyes.
“Down and dirty, Baird, you know how like it,” I purr and see the blush creep up his neck.
“Fine, spoil my fun,” he finally recovers. “They aren’t a big outfit around here, but they can cause waves when they want. The group as a whole, relatively low key. They mess with some of the more troublesome groups, cut in on territory, take away business here and there, but it’s all word of mouth shit. I can’t get anyone to roll on a Widow to save my life.”
“That normal?” I wonder.
His lips pinch and he shrugs. “Yes and no, I mean most of the time the thugs stick to the rule of snitches get stitches, but you can usually find a weasel somewhere. I haven’t found one yet on this group. Like I said, they’re small, they keep operations below the radar and most of the street-chatter.”
“So they’re a pretty tight group?” I prod, “Don’t rely on much outside help?”
“That’s my thought. I mean usually if a group’s moving product, there’s certain people here that know, but these guys…” he chews on his lower lip.
“You collar any of them?” I ask.
He nods. “Yeah, but it’s misdemeanor violations, holding, possession, solicitation. You think they’re gonna cause problems?”
I lick my lips before I answer, “Two of their members were murdered a couple of days ago. The issue is a little more complex due to one, the vics are responsible for armed robbery and two counts of homicide,” I start a tick list and hold up my index finger then add my middle to it and continue, “second, the male vic was in WitSec,” my ring finger is added to the other two, “three, apart from being members of the gang, Casey’s current squeeze seems to be sporting a neck tat for them as well.”
His eyebrows disappear under a lock of hair that falls across his forehead. He whistles and asks, “Anything else?”
“There’s more, but that’s a high level overview. I’m just trying to figure out how to go about this. From what the U.S. Marshall responsible for Stohs, our male vic, said, he and the other vic were killed by someone from the Circle.”
“Execution style, laid out all nice like with a coin between the lips?” he ventures.
I tap the tip of my nose with one index finger and point with the other. “Got it in one.”
My hands drop to my lap and I watch him mull over the information. He gnaws the inside of his cheek while the two caterpillars he calls eyebrows bunch over his nose. He clears his throat after a minute and theorizes, “Maybe that’s why they were iced, ya know?”
I just raise an eyebrow.
“Well,” he coughs again, “Seventh Circle’s, like I said, low key. Armed robbery?” He shakes his head. “That really isn’t their style. Maybe they were taken out ‘cause they went against the group.”
“You think they went too far?” I wonder.
“Maybe, I mean, it makes a bit of sense, sends a clear message to the other members of the gang…”
“The ‘don’t fuck up’ message,” I pick up his train of thought.
“That’d be the one. What are you gonna do about Casey and her squeeze?”
I shrug. “That’s what Nora’s going to find out. Gabby, the squeeze,” I grin at the term, “she’s got a widow tat right under her left ear. She’s also got a bunch more so I don’t know if its gang affiliated or just dumb luck.”
“You think Nora going to talk to ‘em’s a good idea?”
“She…we want to protect Cass and by extension Gabby if I have to. It might not be a ‘good’ idea, but it’s the right one.”
“Nora!” I call out as I enter our home.
My shout is met with silence.
I close and lock the door then move to the kitchen to deposit my purse, car keys and jacket. I cock my head to the side and listen. Faintly, I hear music playing upstairs and go off in search of my lover.
Quietly, I take the steps two at a time and peek around the corner to the sitting room.
No Nora.
The bathroom door is cracked and that’s where the music is coming from…
I didn’t earn that pretty gold shield at my hip for nothing.
I push gently on the door and see the top of her head resting on the edge of the tub. She sings a little off key to Corrine Bailey Rae’s debut album.
My lips quirk up in a grin as Nora fails to keep up with the smoky, melodic voice. I’ll give her an ‘A’ for effort at least.
“Nora?” I finally speak up.
Her head snaps up and water sloshes over the side of the tub. Mister’s head pokes up from the other side of the bathroom. “Jesus, Nik!”
Laughing, I come to the side of the tub, look down at her and smile. “I called out when I got in, but you didn’t…”
“Sorry,” she ducks her head sheepishly, “I just needed to…”
I nod and watch as she sits up, causing the suds to slide down her front to expose the top of her breasts. She notices where my gaze is locked on to because the next thing I feel is water hitting my face.
“Hey,” I protest and mop the drops of water off that she flicked at me. “Behave.”
Her tongue plants itself in her cheek and she just gives me a look, coquettish, if I were pressed to describe it.
“You can stand there and drool or you can get in so I can drool too,” she offers with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
“Sug that might be the best damn offer I’ve gotten this week.” I start immediately and toe off my sneakers, kicking them towards the shower stall.
I keep my gaze trained on Nora and appreciate how she’s biting her bottom lip. “You want to help?” I ask.
She moves to take me up on the suggestion, but then settles back down and shakes her head. “Yeah, but I want to know what you know before I let my libido take over. Information first, sex second.”
I laugh and finish disrobing. My layers peeling off and getting tossed near where my shoes were kicked. I’m about to get in when Nora coughs and points to the floor. I look down wondering what she’s looking at when the fact that I didn’t take my socks off registers.
Blushing, I raise my left foot first and tug the black ankle sock off, the right one follows soon after and I step into the luke warm water. Nora thinks ahead though and hits the drain to let off some of the water as I settle down on the other side of the tub. Our legs tangle together, my right slips between her bent knees and I sigh.
Smooth skin slides against mine as I rest my head back in a similar fashion to how I found my partner. A foot slides over the outside of my right thigh and rubs. “Hmmm,” I hum.
I keep my eyes closed as Nora asks, “So, what did you learn?”
“Seventh Circle’s low key in the area. Misdemeanor busts, nothing serious. Ron was shocked that two of their members got popped. He did think that they were because of the robbery. He thinks it was supposed to be a message to the other members to not step out of line,” I reply succinctly.
“Hmm, that actually makes a fair bit of sense,” she agrees.
“You?” I ask as I roll my neck, stretching some of the tense muscle.
“Cass was quiet. She let Gabby talk and with that woman, it was more of what she didn’t say than what she did. I think she’s involved with the gang, I don’t think she had anything to do with Stohs or Kirkpatrick.”
I finally open my eyes, raise my head and look at her. “Really?”
“Yeah, I mean she…she wasn’t saying everything, but I read enough of her to convince me that she didn’t or doesn’t have a hand in the robbery or the four dead bodies,” Nora answers and then crooks her finger at me, beckoning me into her open arms.
Unable to resist, I slide around as gracefully as I can in the confined space as she pulls me backwards. My back is met with warm, pliant flesh as her arms wrap around my waist and legs tangle with mine.
“Hmmm,” we both hum and I rest my head on her wet shoulder. I really should have put my hair up, but…
Oh, well.
Our breathing finds a rhythm and I melt against her.
“This, my dear, is heaven,” I purr and turn my head to nuzzle into her neck.
“I can make it better,” she husks and I feel her hand slide further down my body and slip between my thighs.
Using only her index finger, she parts me and I let my legs fall open to accommodate. A dull pulse begins low between my legs and she teases me. Her finger slithers around, up and down, but never actually touching where I want.
It’s strikes me as she whispers, “Play with your nipples,” that it’s been a little too long since I’ve felt my Nora like this. The interrupted bath was cuddles, both of us a little too exhausted to engage in anything more risqué.
I do comply with her demand though. I take her left hand and lace it with mine to play with one nipple while I reach back with my left hand, cup her neck and draw her to me for a kiss.
Our lips meet, part and her tongue runs along mine.
It’s then that she finally gets down to business and begins a slow assault on my clit. She brushes over it and around it, creating a pattern with the tip of her finger. A heated slickness coats the inside of my thighs as my arousal ratchets up.
I should be taking this a bit slower, but…
I know it’s only been a week or two, it feels like ages since the last time we made love and I can’t control the way my body’s reacting to her.
Her mouth breaks away from mine in favor of drawing in a ragged breath.
Growling, I attack her neck instead, licking and sucking at any piece of her I can reach.
Her own rumble vibrates through my back and she presses forward, her hips grinding against my ass. “Nik,” she moans
“Shh,” I manage between nibbles, “please, baby.” I can feel her own need coating my ass as she slides against me. “I love how wet you still get for me, sugga.”
She groans and I feel the burn high in my tummy. My muscles tense as she presses more firmly around my clit and I let go, relishing the way the orgasm ripples though me and into her. I feel her own release gush along my backside and she trembles against me.
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And yay!! They didn't get interrupted by a phone call!!
Waiting for more :)
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Thank you!
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Cass and Gabby have some heavy stuff to work thru if like Nora suspects Gabby is still in the gang. Should they be together or not? Is what they have something deeper or just lust?
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Thanks for reading thought =0)