GCPD meets London

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Continued from here

[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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[doomed_copper]

Louise gladly accepted the offer and allowed Jim to escort her back to hers, and as they exited the pub, her already drink-coloured cheeks turned slightly more rosy at the bite of the cool air outside. The detective wrapped her trench about her person, her glance occasionally drifting to steal a look at him as they walked.

Once they'd reached her gaf, she stopped them just short of the door to the narrow brownstone she called home, and paused a moment to collect her thoughts, her eyes flitting towards his every now and again. The silence seemed to drag on for ages, and Louise huffed out a brief laugh, acknowledging the tension and awkwardness which had beset them after an evening which saw them drawing ever closer to one another. She'd never met a person like Jim Gordon in her fairly short life, not someone whose views, actions, and morals regarding law and order so closely mirrored her own, and the redhead was loathe to let him go, especially knowing their departure from one another was imminent. It was already a foregone conclusion that the two were very much attracted to each other; they'd demonstrated as much at the 'Yard no more than 36 hours prior.

So, when the good detective dropped all pretences and reached an arm out, pulling him towards her and crashing their lips together in a desperate attempt to seal their partnership, it was done in a way even more deeply than before; in a languid, yet passionate attempt to convey just how much he'd be missed by her.

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She too was a first to him, someone as dedicated and determined, perhaps even more so than himself, though he could say the same about Commissioner Essen in some regard, but he never kissed her (or wanted to).

It was hard to mistake the alcohol in his system, his own cheeks reddened as if kissed by the crisp air, though his skin was hot to the touch. Louise would be able to figure that out instantly as she pulled him in and locked their lips together. There isn't any hesitation from Jim as he returned the kiss, placing one hand flat against the door behind her to steady himself as his free hand rested on her hip as he kept up her pace and deepened the kiss.

[doomed_copper]

The moment their lips touched and her hand strayed upwards to caress his cheek, she hummed in muted excitement at the warmth he exuded, his skin feeling almost fiery, and she knew his desire matched hers. They made an inimitable team, the both of them, and now they were testing the waters of their developing attraction to determine their viability on that final level; and so far? They weren't doing too badly.

Her back pressed up against her door, Louise's other hand fluttered up to rest atop the hand currently drawing patterns across her hip bone before finally lacing their fingers together. A low moan bubbled up from her lungs as the kiss grew more and more furious, and suddenly the copper wanted to pull him inside her flat.

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If she did, he wouldn't stop her. He was already impossibly close to her as the kiss continued to become more heated, his own interest and excitement being barely contained as she laced their fingers together and he's practically pushing her against the door by now.

His hand moves from the door to slide into her hair, tangling it but determined to keep her close, though he breaks away a moment to catch his breath as he pressed his forehead to hers.

[doomed_copper]

Wanting to curse her way through all the warring feelings within her, Louise stifled her mouth and merely fished into her blazer for her keys, blindly inserting them into the lock and turning, allowing both their bodies to very nearly fall inside her apartment. Pulling at his coat, rending it from his shoulders, Louise discarded it on the ground before moving to Jim's tie, fingers loosening it before tugging it free, running the silk through her fingers as the thought passed through her mind as to what, exactly, the detective wanted to do with the thin piece of fabric.

Shoving his tie into the back portion of her waistband, Louise continued to conquer his lips, her own breaking apart from his finally in order to trace bites and kisses from his earlobe down to his collarbone.

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Nearly fall was correct, where Jim barely was able to keep his balance when she unlocked the door and it swung open. He caught himself by the tip of his toes before toppling over but before that could even be considered, she pulled at his coat, bringing it forcefully down past his shoulders and arms before being discarded on the floor.

He kicked the door closed as her fingers now went to his tie, sliding it out from the collar of his shirt and tracing the edges of the fabric as if contemplating something devious. Jim doesn't notice where she tucks it because all at the same time he brought their lips crashing together once again before she pulled away to tease alongside his skin in heated excitement.

Blue eyes fell closed as hands tangle in her hair once again appreciating the fiery passion driving her. A moment later, he breaks away from that, quickly bringing his hands to work at the buttons of his oxford shirt and discarding it alongside his jacket on the floor, leaving him in his usual sleeveless shirt tucked into his trousers.

"Bed?" He muttered between kisses.

[doomed_copper]

She could only emit a muffled acknowledgement of Jim's suggestion, an almost-whimper beginning in the back of her throat as she hungrily tugged him backward, ripping his undershirt almost in half in an attempt to get it off his shoulders, hands running across the expanse of his well-muscled torso and arms before falling lower to pull at and undo his belt and suit trousers. No care was given to the fact that she was almost fully dressed at this point; if anything, it only heightened her arousal as she began to lay claim upon her partner in the most carnal of ways.

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It wasn't that he wasn't interested in her getting her clothes off (though if he had to admit to it, he did rather like the wrap dress she had on), she just was faster than him. His fingers still stumbled along trying to keep up the pace she held, and eventually he too was tugging at the fabric belt of her dress, trying to have her unwrapped before him.

[doomed_copper]

Louise allowed Jim to unravel her, but only by so much; once the fabric fell to the floor, Louise was clad only in her brassiere, and soutiens-gorges, her garter belt, which fastened her stockings,in plain view for him.

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He certainly was taken aback at the lingerie, not expecting such a display, though if he really thought about it, he wouldn't know what he expected at all in the first place.

There was a moment of hesitation as he drank her lean form in before him, admiring the garments before his lips crashed against hers once again.

[doomed_copper]

To be certain, Louise's 'usual' undergarments--at least, when she was on the job--were fairly perfunctory, but still very nice: perhaps a lacy pair of boy shorts teamed with a balconette brassiere. But there were times when she wanted to dress up, to feel prettier than just a Detective Sergeant doing man's work in a typically male vocation. It wasn't often that she got the chance, and so, as she prepared for this evening, she chose the most feminine accoutrements she had in her closet. She just wanted to be Louise, to separate herself from her title. Just once.

She let out a muffled groan as he kissed her again, even harder this time, pulling her against him, and she shivered at the touch of his fingers against her bare skin--something she'd entertained in her head many times in recent weeks, but never thought she'd actually experience. Parting their lips for just a scant moment, she stood there, panting, attempting to get her bearings before she spoke.

"JIM." It was one word, his name--but it was loaded with uncertainty, of questioning their confusing feelings, of wondering how long, if at all, he'd harboured the same intensity of emotion, of desperately wanting, and yet hesitating.

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His feelings were a mass ball of desire and even more so after seeing her before him in her undergarments. His weren't anything special, just plain boxers, but her's were carefully thought out and matching that he had to wonder if what was happening crossed her mind, or if it was just happenstance.

She pauses long enough to say his name in a husky, questioning voice. Just a simple question as he pulled away from her, cupping a cheek in his hands. "It's OK." He replied in a deeper-than-usual voice, lust clearly settling in.

[doomed_copper]

As before, she'd only chosen her lingerie based upon wanting to feel human, for once, and not an arresting, pistol-whipping, masculine machine. Beneath her cool, compsed exterior, Louise desperately wanted to be seen as a guileless female, someone desired, or worthy of desire on the part of someone else. And as Jim Gordon looked upon her just now with the heavy-lidded lust of weeks spent pent-up, her lips could only fall open more in both anticipation and weakness.

He'd never seen her vulnerable; not really, even if she'd kissed him in a heated, aggressive moment days ago. She knew that they both desired one another; that much was obvious in the way he'd kissed her back. Emotions were once again running high after their fabulous collar, and it was only a matter of time that their true feelings were physically conjoined.

Louise's passions ran deep, though largely under the radar until Jim had tapped into them just now in that moment of wanting. She'd spent so much time apprehending, policing, taking others down, that she secretly, ashamedly wanted someone to do the same to her, to take the control out of her hands and force her to submit.

Shivering, a tremble coursed through her as his fingers stroked her cheek, his voice a cold rumble of assurance. A pent-up moan bubbled forth through her lips at his tone as she brought her lips to his languidly, her tongue seeking his, needing the contact.

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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.

[doomed_copper]

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.

[doomed_copper]

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.