Trowa and Dorothy... need I say more?
~Blah~ = thoughts
WARNINGS: Lemon, lemon, and more lemon. Some graphic language. PWP. Dx3.
Oh yeah, and all characters belong to their original owners, blah blah blah, disclaimers and that kind of crap apply, yada, yada... I mean no harm to officers anywhere, I just think the uniforms make the GW characters sexy. ^_^
"Lieutenant Barton."
"Yes?"
"This is Officer Dorothy Catalonia. She works in Co-ops. She'll be your partner for this operation."
"Yes sir."
Trowa quietly drove the cadillac towards the city's downtown area in the middle of the night, to a seedy street, to a small, unobtrusive building called Quatre's Cuties. It was supposedly a gentleman's club, catering to businessmen and drunk alike. But they were a respectful business. Supposedly.
"Don't you ever talk?" Dorothy asked her silent partner.
"Not really."
"There, you said something. Now say something else."
"..."
"Gawd."
In actuality, Trowa was desperately trying to ignore the sultry movement of his colleague. Dorothy was dressed in a long sleeved shirt that was zipped-up in the front with a black mini-skirt. She moved with a feline grace, every motion stately and refined. He just wanted to take her over his knee and force those moist lips onto his...
But he shook the though out of his head. She was a higher rank than him; not only that, he knew that his sudden lust was temporary. He hadn't had sex in three months; his last partner had up and left because of his lack of communication. It was hard to get some loving if you couldn't communicate that you wanted some.
Trowa hit the accelerator as the car entered the freeway, pushing Dorothy back into her seat. Her breasts bounced slightly.
~Hm, no bra,~ Trowa thought to himself. He mentally slapped himself. He was a quiet, closet pervert, but no one knew of this. Even he tried to fight the urges, but hormones have proved to be one of his greatest enemies.
A row of red brake lights alerted them both to a horrid occurrence: a traffic jam.
"Daaaaaaaamn it, what else could happen?"
Trowa just glanced over at Dorothy's pouting lips, her arm crossed over her chest, her skirt riding up...
Trowa shook his head again. He needed some release.
"You know, since we're stuck in traffic, we might as well amuse ourselves..."
Trowa continued to shake his head.
"C'mon, it'll be really quick... you don't even have to move... much."
He kept shaking his head.
"Fine, I'll do it, and you can watch."
Dorothy unbuckled her seat belt and turned to face Trowa, her back against the car door. She lifted her skirt up, and spread her legs.
~Hm, she shaves her pubes... and she has no underwear...~
Trowa's eyes widened before the thought could really set in. She was going to masterbate in front of him! He felt his groin heat up and stir.
"Ooh... Mmm," Dorothy moaned as she started to touch her clit and rub her fingers around her cunt. She watched Trowa's eyes burn with desire, and knew what she had to do. She started to writhe sensuously, and started unzipping her shirt. She clutched her left breast, teasing the nipple, all the while playing her fingers inside of her. She watched and waited.
Trowa couldn't stand it. A controlled man like him could only stand so much before he needed to take his cock and shove it inside a welcome body. And Dorothy was more than willing, apparently. He started to unbuckle his seat belt...
And then traffic moved.
"Shit," Trowa cursed under his breath as he pushed the accelerator. He nearly slammed into the car ahead of him when it stopped again. He turned back to Dorothy's sex show.
She was still pleasuring herself, but not with as much vigor this time. She looked at him with ardent desire.
"Now do you want to have some fun?"
Trowa dumbly nodded.
Dorothy's smiled grew into a wicked grin, and she leaned over so she could unzip Trowa's pants. She pulled out his aching member, and started sucking on it in earnest. She wanted him to have the best damn blow job ever.
Dorothy's ministrations nearly took his foot off the brake, but he tried to keep in control. He mindlessly lifted his hips off the chair and thrusted into her mouth. She held him down, but Trowa wanted more. He took her by the hair and forcing her lower and lower on his erection.
And then traffic started again.
Dorothy kept her mouth over his cock, but she didn't move. Trowa drove until he reached the nearest exit, and left the freeway. There, he parked in a secluded area, and let Dorothy finish what she started.
But she was done with the blow job. She lifted herself up and sat in his lap, guiding his hardness to her wet opening. She lowered herself on him, pushing him into her. She started to ride him, loving the feel of his cock inside of her.
"Oh yes, fuck me Trowa! Yesss, hmmmmm..."
"Dor... Dorothy... ooh, oh, uh, mmm..."
Dorothy started moving faster and faster, until Trowa couldn't stand it anymore. He came, spurting his cum into her pussy and feeling her muscles spasming around him. She screamed as she came, her breasts moving up and down in front of Trowa's face. This is what he missed, the feel of being inside someone.
"That was great," Dorothy said after a long silence.
"Uh huh."
"Let's do that again some time."
"Uh huh.
They cleaned themselves off, and Trowa drove on to the club. They were nearly there when Trowa's mind reminded him of something else.
~I haven't been buttfucked lately...~