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]

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.