Giles Babcock (one_of_twelve) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-13 02:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | giles babcock, kirsty cotton |
Who: Giles Babcock & Kirsty Cotton
When: Backdated to April 2nd
Where: KFC, then the police station
What: Sexy time
Rating/Warnings: Explicit
Status: Complete
Giles had no idea why this was happening, but he was trying not to question it. All he knew was that he was naked, with a phone, and an empty chicken bucket in the bathroom of KFC. In his dreams, he had been naked, but there had been something...sexless and hollow about it. He’d felt more like a tide than a person in his dreams.
So he waited for Kirsty to rescue him and trying not to think about the horrible conditions of the bathroom. Idly, he wondered if he could collect the clothes he’d discarded on the way out. Probably not.
It was hard not to laugh at the predicament, especially since she really liked her boyfriend. But still, as she pulled up to the particular restaurant, she laughed. She was in an unmarked, but most people knew a cop when they saw one, and Kirsty had been one long enough to have the walk down.
She’d nicked some of his clothes from the apartment before coming to get him, wondering if that’d help, but not feeling too hopeful. More OC madness, apparently, more weird things going on. At least this one didn’t seem to be bothering her. Her clothes had stayed how they were supposed to be, and more importantly, they’d stayed on.
Pounding on the door to the men’s room, Kirsty couldn’t help but laugh. “Is it just you in there, Giles?”
He smiled in relief at the sound of her voice. “Nah, I got Elvis and Cobain with me,” he said. “They were here all along.”
Babcock dropped the bucket and readied to reintroduce himself as Giles Nakedcock. He opened the door. “Ready to make an arrest?”
Kirsty walked in, laughing. “Wow, they sure are slumming it.” She was technically on duty, but nobody would know if she stole a kiss from her boyfriend. Tiptoeing up, she laughed as she snogged him. “I brought you clothes, figured you might want to cover up on your perp walk.”
Giles grinned, and began pulling them on. “Thanks. This is a weird town, huh?” he asked, buttoning up. “All right, cuff me, Officer.”
“Just a little.” She grinned, taking her cuffs off of her belt and moving to put his hands behind his back. “Don’t want you choking me out or anything, right?” She did, however, not tighten them as much as she could have. “Comfy?”
“Absolutely,” said Babcock with a light chuckle. “Long as you don’t take advantage of me.”
“Eh, I make no promises. She started to lead him outside, prompting him to hop into the back. “Don’t jack up my car, though. I really like this old girl.” She actually kept it pretty clean, unlike a lot of the people in her department.
“I’ll do my best,” he said, ducking his head to squeeze his considerable frame into the backseat. “You gonna read me my rights, officer? I mean....I don’t have the right to go naked everywhere, but obviously I should...”
Kirsty laughed. “I’m not gonna Mirandize you, no.” As she pulled away, she reached into her pocket and handed him the key to the cuffs. “There you go. Those things pinch like hell. And I don’t know, you probably should have the right to be naked everywhere, but you’ll scare children and intimidate the menfolk. Not too nice.”
Babcock quickly unshackled himself and leaned forward in his seat. “Thanks again for coming. Was worried your pal would have to pick me up. I don’t think I could thank him with sex.”
Giles shrugged lightly with a small smile. “Hey, did you want me to jump in the front seat?” he asked. “Or do you want to jump in the backseat?”
“I’ll jump into the back once we get to the parking garage at work.” She’d have to drop him off back at their place right after, but she figured it’d be worth it. “And no, Jones doesn’t swing that way. He’s my ex-partner, quit the force, and wow, when I talk out loud like that I seriously do sound really Law and Order.”
Babcock felt an instinctive jealousy, but pushed it down. He knew he was forever sabotaging himself. “I never saw that show,” he said. Babcock didn’t watch much TV that wasn’t Jerry Springer or Passions. “In prison, we had a TV in the big main room. Only one channel behind a big glass screen, always seemed to show this weird-ass puppet show. Junior Christian Science Bible something or other. Weird shit.”
He tilted his head against the back of the passenger seat. “Hey, innocent question. You still got the beat cop uniform or....?”
“Wow, that sounds creepy. I always figured that was a sick warden trick. You know, torture the GP by making them watch weird things.” Kirsty drove skillfully around the parking garage, finding an abandoned corner with ease.
When she’d parked, she laughed at him. “That’s not an innocent question at all, Babcock. And yes, I still have my blues. I’m required to bust them out every year for the Ball.”
“Well, what’s the point in wearin’ ‘em once a year?” he asked calmly with a slow smile full of intent. Part of him wondered if she ever got flack for dating a criminal (or ex-criminal). There had to have been some stigma, but she was with him anyway. It just made him more grateful for her.
“I’ve often asked myself the same thing.” She grinned, turning around and raising an eyebrow at him. “Giles, would you rather go home and help me see if my blues still fit?” She had been harassed periodically for dating an ex-con, especially one who’d done what Giles had done (she’d gotten some crap for his affiliations on the inside, which she’d explained), but she was with him anyway. Kirsty wasn’t scared of what people thought of her. If they mattered, they wouldn’t care who she dated.
Babcock leaned forward a little more, and then fixed her with a simple look. “I’d like that. But what I’d like more is to rip off all your clothes with my teeth and fuck you in the backseat of your car until you cum so hard your brains stop working,” he said in a calm, even tone as if he were simply stating a fact. “That okay?”
Kirsty cocked her head to the side. “Yeah. That’ll work.” She grinned, wiggling into the backseat and laughing when she landed in his lap.
He pulled her into his lap eagerly, kissing her hard as his hands began to work along her stomach and up her back. Babcock tilted her a little, enjoying the feel of her in his grasp.
Normally she would’ve helped him with her clothes, but she liked that he wanted to rip them off of her. Rolling her neck so he could nibble it, she smirked down at him. “You have good ideas.”
Giles practically growled into her neck, trailing hard kisses along her pale skin. He pushed a little as he did, lifting his hands to paw at her breasts through her clothes before grabbing her shirt and simply applying strength. The fabric tore easily, a button or two popping as he moved down further.
Normally she’d have teased him, commented on how he was lucky her workout clothes were in the trunk, that he was lucky that random nudity was happening all over anyway.
But his growl silenced her. She just gasped, letting the shirt fall to the floor of the car, running her fingers lightly up his arms.
Babcock reached for her jeans, whipping her belt off easily and pulling her them down. He kissed her again, biting down a little on her bottom lip while his hands curved around her backside.
She wasn’t able to tug his shirt off quite as easily, but she managed, running her nails down his back and smirking when he bit her lower lip. So often men treated her like she was some sort of fucking doll. She was on the petite side, sure, but Kirsty Cotton wasn’t fragile.
She also wasn’t wearing undergarments, but whatever.
Babcock grinned lightly when his hand travelled south and didn’t find any underwear. He cupped her groin roughly before sliding fingers teasingly along her entrance. “You got any idea,” he grunted in-between kisses. “How goddamn hot you are?” Of course she did. “And goddamn filthy.”
He bit at her neck, nibbling just a little before bringing his hand up and licking off the wetness.
“You’re just saying that ‘cause you’re sweet,” she murmured, leaning forward to taste herself on his tongue. “Hurry up and get your pants off.” She reached down, suddenly regretting him having made his perp walk clothed. It would’ve been easier if she’d just kept him naked and cuffed.
But maybe not as much fun.
Impatiently, she bit down on his neck, trying to leave a bruise and kissing along the jugular when she failed to do so.
“Yes, officer,” he said, unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers down quickly with one hand. The other travelled to the small of her back, lifting her slightly in the cramped confines of the car. The heat of the outside day was already creating a warm sheen of sweat on his skin.
She probably should’ve rolled the windows down. But that was a concern for three minutes prior. Groaning, she wiggled her hips enough where he could thrust up and into her, biting a bit on his shoulder when he did.
Babcock began to slam upwards and into her, filling her with himself completely. He enjoyed the bite. It felt like something...remembered. But he wasn’t thinking about anything other than the moment, simply enjoying the sound of her moans and giving her a bite of his own, down on her collarbone.
Thank god she’d found a fairly out of the way corner of the parking garage. There was no hiding the fact that they were fucking in her unmarked. Not that anyone would blame her, everyone did it in the parking garage at some point.
Babcock moved steadily and powerfully inside her, reaching to cup around the curve of her thigh. He enjoyed the smooth paleness of her skin; perhaps that was an odd thing to focus on. But the contrast of her dark hair against the white flesh was something that drove him downright insane.
Leaning back so that she was resting against the passenger seat, Kirsty moved her hips harder than usual, gasping to herself and biting her lower lip. Babcock was huge all over, and sometimes it felt like he was going to split her open, but she was okay with that. It’d be a good way to go.
He buried his face in her neck, moving down a little further and taking one of her breasts in his mouth and biting down on her nipple. Hard.
That made her yelp, and she tugged his hair just as hard, fingernails digging into his scalp. Holy Jesus, she thought, already starting to sweat. Nobody knew her body like Giles. Most people wouldn’t have bit her at all, for fear of hurting her. Giles did, and she felt a new flood of wetness between her thighs.
Babcock felt himself getting closer, and slowed a little in his thrusts. He lacked the willpower, however, to stop mauling her tits and ran one free hand through her hair.
Kirsty was relentlessly pursuing her own orgasm, and she pushed him backward on the seat, bucking her hips as hard as she could.
Giles couldn’t stop himself anymore, and his mind hit a blank. He attempted to pull out, but was stopped when his back hit the car window and he exploded inside of her. The feelings of immense pleasure were accompanied by a confusing chill running through his veins.
It felt good, and she kissed him happily, her walls flexing around him as she came around him. She was grinning, and she breathed deeply. “Don’t worry too much, I’m probably too old to get pregnant,” she murmured after a moment, breathing deeply.
“You’re in your forties. That isn’t old,” he pointed out, collapsing on top of her and enjoying the feeling of her still-hardened nipples poking into his chest. “And if you do?”
“I’ll figure it out, Babcock. Don’t worry, I’m not going to go all crazy and try to rope you into marriage or something.” She kissed his shoulder. She wouldn’t hate it, but if it wasn’t time, she wasn’t going push it.
Babcock’s mind was already gone and away. He just thought of his own childhood; the conga line of ill-suited families, the misery, the abuse. Giles had never considered himself in a position to be a parent or a husband. It seemed like a suit that wouldn’t fit. “I guess you got to get back to work,” he said, lifting himself off her and pulling up his pants. He noticed that the windows were steamed up a little. “And I’d better go feed Duke.”
“Yeah, probably. Let me drive you home.” She kissed him lightly again, cupping his cheeks. “If I get pregnant, I’ll take care of it, Giles. I’m not really a mommy type, you know?” That wasn’t the whole truth - she’d have loved to be a mother, but she’d have loved it in her twenties. It wasn’t the right time, and it probably would never be.