| Recueil | Smut |
|---|---|
| Livre | A Rose for my Valentine |
| Type | Chapitre |
| État | Brouillon |
Bed of thorns
Description: Rosa Diaz tries to break Jill Valentine's hard shell. Will she be able to break the strong cop down? (Well, obviously, or else this crossover wouldn't exist. Just try to immerse yourself a little!)
I've wanted to do a scene like this with Rosa for a while, and even wrote a half-ass draft somewhere with an OC. The problem is, an OC here seems really pointless (I mean, how can I introduce her without being boring?). So I tried to find another female cop to do a crossover with (no one in Brooklyn-99 would fit what I sought). Jill Valentine was the perfect candidate, but unfortunately it's not a character that is much developed in the OGs. So I'm sorry if she seems a little OOC sometimes.
Shaw's bar was the place of choice for the 99th precinct to celebrate almost anything.
It was the end of the first Halloween Heist, of which Jake emerged victorious. But for this glorious victory, he had to thank Jill, the newly transferred cop, who helped him in exchange of a week's worth of paperwork.
Everyone was celebrating, shouting, laughing and fighting, except Jill herself, who used this commotion to draw herself nearer to the bar and enjoy a lone beer.
After a short while, she heard a familiar voice from behind her.
"What are you doing back there?"
It was Rosa, who seemingly noticed her escape.
Jill waved her half-drunk beer around. "What do you want me to do? Cheer up like a child? I've won, been dragged here by my teammate who wanted to celebrate like it was the greatest achievement of his life, so the only thing for me to do is drink a bit alone, then go home." She pointed at her bottle. "Want one?"
Rosa raised an eyebrow slightly before shaking her head.
"Uh-huh," she said dryly, crossing her arms, eyeing the ex-STARS.
Jill frowned. "What?"
"I don't buy it. You seem tense. This isn't like you."
With a lazy gesture, Jill ordered a beer for her fellow policewoman.
"I'm still mad about the STARS dissolution. Political maneuvers ain't good for public safety. No offense, but being a detective is a straight-up downgrade for me. In these past three months, the most constructive thing I did was helping Perralta win his little game. So yeah, I'm bummed out."
Rosa, arms still crossed, leaned against the counter to look at her in the eyes.
"Cut the crap. You don't suddenly feel lonely because your team was disbanded several months ago. There's something else."
Jill takes a slow sip for her beer, then sighed.
"Well, I told you, I fricking am lonely here, and it's beginning to eat me at my core. I got almost no action on the field, I don't feel like I have an impact on anything anymore, and I can't even remember the last time I went on a date with a woman."
Rosa cast a half-smile at her.
"Got a lot of pussy in the special force?"
Jill shook her head. "From time to time, but not really. I was busy. But not anymore. The point is, if I don't have any action, I need some action."
The barman brought the ordered beer. Rosa took it without getting her eyes off her coworker, watching her emptying her bottle and ordering another.
"I can't imagine you not being able to pull of a date."
Then, something quite surprising and very out-of-character occurred. Jill flushed. It was just a little, and probably due more to the alcool than the compliment, but Rosa couldn't be mistaken. She flushed.
"Well, yeah..." Jill answered. "And it's not that surprising. When I meet women and they hear me talk, they expect a strong top that have everything for herself, because I carry a gun, and because I wear my tank tops like I am fresh out of the gym. But the truth is..."
She took a long sip, delaying the words. Rosas waited in silence, almost amused to see the bold cop loose her words for the first time ever.
"The truth is, I need care."
What. The. Fuck. The fucking special ops soldier, needing care. Rosa's smile deepened, she had to mouth a "wow" to prevent herself from laughing at her face.
"Fuck. Sorry." Jill added. "I didn't want to bother you with my emotional crap. I must be getting a little drunk."
Rosa's eyebrows raised. She needed to know more.
"So your confident behavior is a facade, huh? Deep down you're clingy, lonely and submissive?"
Jill took a defensive stance at these words.
"Relax," Rosa added. "I'm not making fun of you. Hell, I like this side of you even more."
Jill chucked. "What now, you must be happy that you're the only real tough girl in the squad, aren't you? Congrats, you saw through me, you've won. Leave me alone."
Rosa didn't move, and Jill realized she'd gone a bit too far.
"Sorry. I know that's not what you meant. Thanks for listening to my ranting. I just don't know what to do anymore."
She raised her beer up to her eyes. "Except drink alone until the end on the night, then put my facade on again and go back to the same old routine the morning after."
Rosa rolled her eyes, but a hint of a smirk appeared on her face.
"Shut up. I am the toughest. Period. But you seriously need someone to put you in your place. Remind you to take care of yourself. You're bullshit if you think this behavior will take you anywhere. I'm surprised you even survived this long in the STARS."
Jill frowned and raised her voice. "Well sorry, miss-toughest. This is what I am, I need an anchor at home so I can put up a strong face at work. It was easy in the STARS, because there was always something impactful to do. But since it got taken down, I'm just a shadow of myself. And there's nothing you can do about it, so scram."
Rosa took a step closer to her.
"You wanna bet? I'm sure you'd do anything I tell you. I can see that behind that mask you're a submissive little princess."
Jill stood up, closing the distance between them even more.
"Careful, Diaz. You may not want going down that slope. Because if you fuck with me, I'll make you pay. Hard."
Rosa's smirk widened at she could finally see through her facade. Jill was trying to get back in her tough character, but her demeanor betrayed the desire that began to awake deep inside her: a slightly short breath, a hand clenching hard on the side of the counter, and a little spark in her eyes.
"Pfft. Oh yeah? I'd like you try and make me pay, sweetheart." She leaned into her slightly, to whisper. "You're all bark, no bite."
Jill, noticing her little tells had an effect on Rosa, finally regained her full contenance. She wanted to play it this way? Might as well play along.
She whispered back to her ear. "The only way to make me bark is to bite me, dear. You sure you can handle me? Because tougher ones have lost their teeth trying."
Rosa didn't back down from the challenge — in fact, she leaned closer, lips almost touching her ear.
"Big words from someone who just admitted she needs to be taken care of. You're soft at the core, Valentine. I'll make you beg before you even realize you need me that bad."
She backed her head just enough to lock her eyes into Jill's.
"So tell me, do you actually want me to bite, or are you still pretending?"
A long silence followed the question, both staring at each other. Rosa's dagger eyes were penetrating, and it was hard for Jill not to crack.
Jill eventually gave in and averted her gaze. She detailed Rosa's outfit, her black jeans, her thumbs locked into her tight belt, her leather jacket, her simple make-up, her plump lips...
"I'm always serious about biting," she finally said. She didn't even realized she was panting from the pressure Rosa exerted on her. "And you're right, I'm soft to the core. But mark my words: if you fail to break my shell, you'll be the one that ends up scarred. Physically and emotionally. Happened to many before you, and will happen to many after. So if you're gonna take up the challenge, take it seriously."
Rosa couldn't help but smile widely at the defeated threat Jill threw at her.
"Oh, I'm as serious as it get, honey."
She then stepped forward, so close that she basically pressed her body against Jill's. The ex-STARS could feel her warm breath against her skin as Rosa reached up and caressed her neck, fingers tracing across her collarbone.
"Gonna break that shell of yours and make myself a home of your soft little core. You'll be begging on your knees for more by the time I'm done with you."
The contact between Rosa's fingers and Jill's soft skin was what broke the first layer of said shell. She felt her legs weaken, and the strong mask she displayed faded. She couldn't prevent a smile from birthing on her lips at the prospect of Rosa touching more of her. She finally realized that she had —maybe— found the partner she waited for all these months, and a faint urge to drop on her knees and beg Rosa to 'take care' of her awakened deep inside her belly.
"So," Jill said in a whispered short breath, "how will you pull this off?"
It was quite hard for her right now to refrain a moan at the mere anticipation.
God damn it, she thought. She already is under my skin. I need to be careful and take it slow. But she couldn't even believe it herself.
Rosa showed a smug satisfaction on her face. She stayed silent for a while, drinking up that low panting coming out of Jill's breath.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," she cooed, her hand slowly drifting from Jill's collarbone down her chest and toward her hip, gripping the edge of her skirt.
She leaned forward, lips brushing Jill's neck. "I have wonderful plans in mind for tonight. Wouldn't want to spoil it all now."
Jill felt the scales of her shell rain down from her heart. She needed it, she was craving for the follow-up.
"Please do it." It wasn't even a whisper anymore, barely words mouthed out of her hitched breathing. "Please do it now."
Was she already begging? It didn't matter, the world had faded around her, the only thing in her eyes and mind was Rosa. That butch cop who broke her so easily.
Rosa savored the power she held upon the supposedly strong ex-special ops agent.
"You are even more desperate that I thought, Valentine," she said mockingly, but voice dripping with desire. "We're gonna have so much fun."
She then took a harder grip on Jill's hip and made her turn around, pressing her against the wall and pinning her in place.
"Such a good girl," she whispered. "You're gonna do anything I tell you, right?"
Jill could do nothing but nod, beginning to lose control, arms and legs as weak as her breaths were short.
"Alright," Rosa continued, "then listen close."
A beat of silence fell on them, long enough to let the anticipation writhe Jill's stomach, before Rosa spoke again.
"Get us out of here. Now."
Without thinking, Jill pulled out her phone.
"Yes, right away, I'll order a cab."
Still pinned face against the wall, hands shriveling from the pressing desire, she was fumbling to enter her password. "Your place or mine?"
Rosa let out an amused chuckle. "You think you deserve to know where I live? Your place. I want to break you in your own space, in your own bed."
She then slammed her hips against the wall. "Hurry up!"
"S— Sorry..." Jill stuttered, more troubled that she ever had been in her entire life. "I'm doing it now!"
The cab was ordered, showing a waiting time of 5 minutes.
"What should I do in the meantime? And also..."
Another pause slipped between them. Rosa waited for the words with a savored patience.
"What should I call you? Mistress? Madam? Something else?"
Rosa smiled against Jill's neck.
"Look at you, already so eager to please me, to obey me."
She hummed a bit, faking to ponder the options just to enjoy how submissive Jill had become in the span of a few minutes. She made her turn around again, and grabbed her chin with two fingers to force her gaze into hers.
"You'll be calling me ma'am, understand?"
Quick nods shook Jill's head even before her newlyfound mistress finished her sentence. "Yes ma'am! Shall we wait outside for the cab?"
She attempted a movement to try and escape Rosa's grasp, but she was too weak —and unwilling— to push her mistress aside.
A dark chuckle escaped Rosa's lips. "Not so fast... You're gonna wait by the door. And if anyone asks?" She smirked. "Tell them you have... urgent business."
Finally free, Jill hurried through the bar, aiming for the door.
"Hey, partner!" Jake shouted from afar as she was pacing out of her remote corner. "Where are you going? The night's only just begun! Let's celebrate, Valentine!"
Jill had no time to argue with him, she was sweating with desire.
"Got an emergency here," she replied. "Sorry bye!"
He made an incredulous face. "Wait, weren't you with Rosa? Is everything fine?"
She tried to put on her serious stud face, but she was panting hard and she still felt weak from the interaction with her fellow policewoman, so her face only displayed a strange rictus.
"Everything's fine. But I said: emergency. Bye."
Rosa strode up behind Jill just in time to catch Jake skeptical look. She slid an arm around Jill's waist, pulling her closer in a smirk
"That's right,"she said smoothly, her tone daring anyone to argue. "Detective business."
Jake blinked, glancing between them. Then his expression shifted into sudden understanding, eyebrows shooting up as he grinned. "Oooh! Detective business! Got it." He waggled his eyebrows before turning away with an exaggerated wave. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
Rosa rolled her eyes and pressed Jill to the door, whose face was falling apart.
"Fuck. All those months building up a tough reputation, and it all falls apart in an instant..."
She turned to Rosa, who displayed a wide smile. Jill frowned.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Ma'am?"
Rosa's grin was indeed feral. "Don't worry about your rep. By tomorrow, everyone's gonna know exactly who you belong to." Then, gripping her arm hard, she added with a low voice. "Beside, you enjoy this, don't you? Being humiliated in public, watching months of work break down before your eyes... You love this. Am I wrong?"
Jill remained silent, because she was indeed right.
While waiting for their cab in the cold New York night, she finally raised up her voice. "You know you are a devious, mischievous, controlling monster, ma'am, right?"
They didn't looked at each other, but Jill could feel a smile reappear on Rosa's lips.
"Not that I hate it," she continued. "If it was anyone else, I would already have beaten them to a pulp."
Without another words from any of them, the cab finally parked in front of them. With a pressure on the back of Jill's head, Rosa pushed her new plaything inside the car.
The fifteen-minutes trip to Jill's apartment happened in silence. Rosa had stuck her hand in Jill's hair, playing with her brown strands and stroking her scalp. The submissive cop didn't dare say a word, appreciating the contact of her partner. By the time the cab stopped in front of Jill's building, the air was thick with desire.
"Come." With that one word, Rosa stepped out of the car, gesturing her to follow. "Now."
"Yes ma'am." Jill threw a bill at the cab, not waiting for the change, and almost ran up the flight of stairs up to the door of her flat, her mistress on her heels.
With a shaking hand, she unlocked the door, but a hard fist slammed into it, keeping it closed.
"Slow down," Rosa murmured at her ear, a wicked edge to her voice. "I know you are eager, but you don't get inside until you ask nicely."
Jill turned around to face the devilish cop. Panting, focused on the —she was sure— delicious lips that were teasing her so much, so close to her, she dared delay her obedience, just to test the waters and see how far Rosa would effectively go.
"And what happens if I refuse?"
The answer came immediately. Rosa's eyes flashed with a dangerous gleam, her hand moving to Jill's neck and slammed her back against the door.
"Oh sweetheart," she unctuously said while running her thumb accros Jill's lips. "You don't get to question my commands. You just obey."
But Jill wouldn't be threatened by words only. She needed to know if her partner really wanted to carry this out. All of it. Rosa didn't want to commit? It was her turn to show if she was barks or bites.
"You know what? No. I won't obey you. You think a bunch of well-toned words and a few strokes are enough to get a hold on me, but I'm a tougher nut to crack. You want me to obey? You'll have to tame me first."
The defiance in Jill's eyes was real. She was determined to challenge the abilities of this so-called 'mistress'. She'd have to prove her worth with her hands, not her words.
Rosa's frown went feral, and a wide grin split her face like a predator ready to gnaw her prey.
"You stubborn little brat," she growled, her grip on Jill's neck tightening. "You want to be tamed? I'll fucking conquer you!"
With her free hand, she slammed open the door. She got a hard grip on Jill's tight while still holding her neck, and with levering movement, she threw her whole body inside, making her pet tumble on the parquet floor.
She didn't wait for Jill to get up. In three long strides, she walked up to her, grabbed her jaw, and pressed it against the cold floor.
"Are you tamed, now, sweeheart? Do I need to beat the shit out of you until you beg me to stop?"
Jill felt the pain in her joints and on her neck. It was delectable. Finally someone was strong enough to send her flying and pin her down.
"N— No. That's... enough. Please..."
Rosa screamed at her ear, eyes filled with rage.
"Please, who?!?"
Jill coughed, but said the word. "Please, ma'am."
Rosa finally release her grip and took a step back.
"Atta girl. Now, on you knees."
She went away and closed the door while Jill struggled to get up on her knees.
"I'm gonna have to teach you some manners," Rosa calmly explained while getting back to Jill. "If you're gonna be my little submissive princess, I'll have to teach you a few lessons."
A powerful slap hit Jill's cheek, sending her to the ground again.
"That's lesson one: if you disobey, you get punished. I don't want no sassy brat here at my feet. Just my little submissive princess. Is that clear?"
Jill answered while fumbling back up on her knees. "Yes, ma'am."
A second slap hit Jill's other cheek.
"Lesson two: you don't talk unless allowed to. If I ask you a question, you nod, and if you really need to talk, you raise your hand. Understood?"
Jill nodded, eyes down.
Rosa's furious face lightened up as she crouched next to her.
"Good girl," she softly said while gently stroking her red cheeks. "You're mine now. As long as you obey, I'm gonna take real good care of my little princess." She then pulled her hair to raise her face, and put a tender kiss on her lips.
Jill's will was defeated, but the contact of Rosa's lips filled her with burning passion. Jill's cheeks were burning, but the strokes of her newlyfound mistress mended her heart. Hearing her soft voice, after being rightfully punished for her defiance, made a red ball of desire birth in her belly.
Rosa got up on her feet and took a look around the apartment. It was impeccable. Not a trace of dust on the floor, every item orderly stored in its own place, each furniture perfectly aligned and clean. The only thing that could be considered out of place was a mug that was left drying next to the sink.
"You're a tidy one, I see."
Jill obediently raise your hand.
"Wanna say something, little princess? Go on."
Jill's eyes were still locked on the ground. "Should I show you around?"
Rosa lips stretched in a lovely smile. "Oh, princess," she purred. "I don't need no tour. I just need to know one thing..." Her finger traced Jill's collarbone. "Where's the bedroom?"
Jill's eyes turned to a door to the side.
"Get up, sweetheart," Rosa cooed. When Jill was on her feet, she pressed her body against hers to whisper at her ear. "Come with me. If you behave, I'll show you that I reward as hard as I punish."
With these word, she traced the contour of Jill's skirt with a sensual hand.
She then went to the designated door, and opened... before stopping in track.
"What the fuck ?!?"
Not understanding the situation, Jill joined her to see what made her stop.
She instantly became red in shame, realizing that before going to work earlier, she forgot to clean up her room after her 'morning routine".
All around the floor were scattered all of her 'toys': handcuffs, ropes, swifts and dildos of every sizes.
Rosa blinked —once, twice— then displayed an amused grin. "Well, well, well..." she said, stepping into the bedroom, kicking a vibrator with her heavy boot and pacing around a strap-on. "Looks like someone's been hungry this morning..."
A dark laugh escaped her mouth as she grabbed a pair of cuffs, dangling them in front of Jill's flushed face. "Looks like I won't need to go fetch my stuff after all..."