Page 44 of Tesio
“Don’t be a wise ass, Grease. Can we just sit and talk for a minute? I’ve had a really weird night.” She wobbled a little, and grabbed for the wall, but I got there first, catching her hand and leading her carefully to her sofa. She leaned back against it with a groan, and I realised she was suffering more than she’d let on before. I found her kitchen and filled a glass with water, bringing it back to her, and sitting beside her as I offered it.
“I’m not drunk,” she hissed at me, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her sassy little pout.
“Baby, if this isn’t you drunk, then I’m tripping, because you’re so cute on those little bambi legs right now.”
“I’m sitting down,” she grumbled, reaching for the water with both hands and carefully lifting it to her lips.
“That’s my good little naughty cop. Isn’t that better? Lemme hold that for a minute.” She relinquished it pretty willingly and leaned back again, one hand grabbing her forehead as she groaned.
“Gonna chuck up?”
“No,” she gritted out, “I’m not that drunk.” Okay, so we’d progressed from ‘not drunk’ to ‘notthatdrunk’, so maybe reality was setting in at last.
“How much did you have?” Another glare, I mean, thank fuck I found them so hot or I’d be offended, or some shit.
“It’s a sensible question. I wanted to make sure that cunt didn’t dope you with something, that’s all. If he did, you might need a doctor.”
PC Pain groaned again and closed her eyes. “I never leave my drinks unattended, and I stopped early in the night. Two beers and a few shots. Three. Maybe four. I don’t drink often.”
Huh. How was she walking in a straight line at all if that was the case?
“I should get you to bed, little pain, you need to sleep it off.”
She blinked drowsily at me, trying to argue, but she was fading by the fucking minute, so I dragged her back off that sofa, and lifted her up, carrying her to the stairs back in the hallway, and finding the bedroom that looked like it might be hers. There were two, but the other one had boxes piled up in it.
I lay her on the bed, helped those damn pointy shoes off her feet, then struggled to get the covers out from under her, and she started to giggle.
“Is this your first time bedding a woman, Grease?” Damn, she was cute when she was ‘not that drunk’. I booped her nose, and then wondered where the fuck I even learned that crap, grinning when she giggled again.
“Yeah, gotta say this is the first time I’ve put a fully clothed woman in a bed.”
She suddenly sat up, and started tugging at her clothes, stripping off awkwardly, and revealing soft pale skin that needed a whole bunch of hickeys at the very least, and finally, pert tits, with peaked nipples, which were begging for my tongue.
“Fuck me, little pain, you’re gonna be the death of me.” She smiled triumphantly at me, and fell back against the pillows, waving her hands at herself.
“Look at all this. You could have all this, if you weren’t such a moron.”Ouch. She rolled over onto her side, and tugged at the covers, hiding all that gorgeous flesh from me.
“You ghosted me. You hurt me. I would have given… given you… all…this…” she practically passed out right in front of me, but her words had definitely had the desired effect, hitting me like sharp little darts. Fuck. She wasn’t just pissed at me. She was hurt. I hurt her. Fuck Don Rossi for calling me away that fucking night. Of all fucking nights.
I headed back downstairs, and grabbed her handbag, refilled the glass of water, and found some painkillers in her kitchen cupboard. I set those beside the bed for her, tentatively used mytwo forefingers to poke around in her tiny handbag, so I could dig out her phone, and rested it on the charging pad beside her bed. Fuck me. Look at me being so domesticated.
I used her bathroom, stripped off my boots and cut, and lay down on the covers beside her. Maybe we weren’t having the night together that I imagined when we came through her front door, but at least I could watch over her and make sure she didn’t fall out of bed or something.
Jamie
Pain. That’s the firstthing that hit me when I woke up. Pain. Then nausea, then pain again. My head throbbed, and I felt achy, like I’d been training or something. My eyes popped open as the third thing occurred to me. Soft snoring, and the warmth of a presence beside me. Like close beside me.
Grease looked so peaceful as he slept, but what the fuck was he doing in my bed? What the hell happened last night? I was frozen in place for long terrifying moments, not because I was afraid of him, but because my memory was sketchy, and I didn’t know why he was here with me. When did I even give him my address, because how else would he even be here?
I moved my arm, and hissed with pain as I pressed against a bruise or something, and Grease’s eyes popped open, and he groaned.
“Jesus, woman, you can’t even wake up quietly, can you?” He was grinning as he spoke, but as I lifted my arm to check why itwas hurting so much, he cursed and sat up, easing me up to sit on the bed, and that’s when I saw the blood on the covers.
“Oh god!”
He was checking my arm, and his touch was so gentle that it was almost impossible to believe it was the same guy who’d manhandled me, and fucked me that night. His warm fingers were gliding gently over my skin, and then he was pressing lightly around my elbow and I cursed, trying to pull away from him.
“Sorry, babe, I didn’t see you were hurt last night. Did nobody fucking check you over when you arrested that cunt?”
