GCPD meets London

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[Louise stood up, pushing herself away from the wall, a grimace marring her delicate features as her shoulder made her wince slightly.]

The Falcones--they know your face, then, do they?

[Casing the cellar of the small tower block, she was looking for a lift that might take them up and inside the building, unseen. Taking her phone out of her blazer, she texted Lestrade back at HQ:

Check Chatham House, Charing Cross. See if vacancies. How soon can we rent one? Need to lay low for the time being. Keep this quiet. --L.]

They do.

[They knew the GCPD far too well, if you asked Jim. As she looked in one area, he looked in another, checking on the people, taking note of each of their faces before meeting back with Louise.]

Find anything?

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Even as she spoke his name, he didn't see her as vulnerable, not in the slightest despite the lack of clothes for the both of them. It was a pausing moment, checking for assurance, to which Jim was fully committed and eagerly found his lips to hers again. He wanted the contact too, already feeling his skin heat up like fire under her fingertips as his desire for her grew.

They were similar in so many ways, and finding a woman as dedicated and passionate about her job as he was surprisingly a turn on.

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It was almost a sigh of relief as they came together again, Jim taking control of the situation in spite of her unsure pause, and as she continued to deepen their kiss, she nodded emphatically, her hands now beginning to roam his body more boldly.

They were two sides of the same coin, as halting and stilted as they were ardent and fiery, fumbling forward into the abyss of feelings neither of them knew the depth of; and as her head tipped back, parting their kiss for a scant moment, Louise exposed the porcelain skin of her throat, willing him onward.

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There's a sigh as hot breath danced across the skin of her bared neck where his lips traced feather-light kisses. But he's following her lead as they slowly but assuredly make it to her bedroom.

Once there, he coaxes her back upon the bed taking the position above her as his own curiosity allowed him to roam the expanses of her exposed skin, exploring and hoping to elicit such pleased sighs again.

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As Jim's touch escalated once they were both lying atop her duvet, the copper groaned from the depths of her throat, her fingers flickering from his tightened abdomen and onto his undergarments, easing them down across Gordon's slim hips at last, laying him completely bare before her. Louise's own breath feeling stifled, she laid back, arms above her head, an open invitation for dominance on the part of her partner. She needed this--not only had it been far, FAR too long, but the need for someone to seize her, have her, had been ignored even longer.