| Recueil | Smut |
|---|---|
| Livre | A Rose for my Valentine |
| Type | Chapitre |
| État | Brouillon |
Fullmetal BFMV
When Jill woke up, the bedroom was plunged into the yellowish darkness of the city's night. She was alone on the bed.
She stood up and glanced at the red LEDs of the alarm clock resting askew on the bedside table. Six thirty-two, less than half an hour before the alarm would go off.
She grabbed her phone. Nothing.
She put on a fresh pair of panties and stepped into the living room. No one.
Well, it was fun while it lasted, Jill thought, but I guess you have better things to do than stay with me longer than you need.
With a bleeding disappointment and a dash of anger in her heart, she staggered to the coffee machine, mentally clinging to the core memory she had made the night before.
The machine roared, and a thick, black liquid began to drip down from it. Hmm, morning coffee.
She was absently watching her mug fill when a warm hand found its way on her hip.
Her body went into full combat mode at the stranger's contact. She grabbed the hand by the wrist, turned around in a flash, twisting her aggressor's arm, and launched her other hand to grab their throat.
That's when her brain fully processed the situation, quickly confirmed by her eyes: it was Rosa. Of course. Who else could it be?
"Damn, princess, you're quick!"
Being called 'princess' brought Jill back to reality. She released the arm and withdrew her hand from Rosa's neck. She was still pantless, but her skin was warm and smelled fresh. Was she wearing a pair of Jill's panties?
"Damn it, I'm—" She'd been really startled but was reluctant to admit she believed that Rosa had left.
Rosa stretched her neck and rubbed her wrist. "Wasn't hard sneaking up to you, the coffee machine was screaming. I used your shower, you don't mind, right?"
This was more of an assertion than a question. Jill turned back to look at her coffee and smiled, happy to see that the assertive cop did not leave on the sly. She was glad she stayed but wouldn't show it. The few hours of sleep she got put her vulnerability where it belonged: deep inside her heart, where nobody could reach it. Again. Could Rosa shatter it again? It probably wasn't as hard as before. But would she do it? Well, that's why she stayed, right?
Right?
"Coffee?" she asked.
Rosa didn't answer. Instead, she twisted herself around Jill and picked up the mug that had just been filled.
Jill checked the time on her phone while she poured herself another coffee. I really don't want to go to work now. Rosa stayed, that means she wants more of it? Should I ask her?
"You alright, princess?"
Jill turned around to face Rosa. The detective was sitting on the kitchen island, a vicious smile on her face.
She knew what was going on in Jill's head. But Jill couldn't admit it, something inside her —a residue of pride?— prevented her from feeling vulnerable again so soon.
But she needed it. It was like a drug: after the first dose, she craved more. Rosa knew it and was going to make her beg for it. Again.
Did Jill care? A bit, maybe. But the craving was too strong.
"Do you have plans for today?" Jill cautiously asked, failing to make eye contact.
Rosa sipped her coffee, then asked back. "Depends on you. Do you have any plans?"
Jill wanted her to stay and spend the day with her. She opened her mouth, but the words didn't come. She wasn't built to be the one asking things. She was used to making demands, ordering, not begging and being ordered. Even though she liked it. Rosa broke her shell last night, but it rebuilt itself in the meantime.
"I... need to take a shower first." And she hurried to the bathroom.
The hot water on her sore skin was delectable. She tried to gather the courage to ask Rosa to stay with her for the day. What did that mean? That she was a coward? After all that happened in the STARS, she couldn't even ask a woman out even after they spent the night together? What the fuck, Valentine.
She really must be special if I am broken this hard, she thought, scalding water scorching her scalp.
She emerged from the steamy shower and grabbed a towel. That's when she realized she had forgotten to bring clean clothes. She put her panties back on and passed her head through the door.
"Rosa, can you bring me some clothes?"
Rosa was standing there, a fierce look in her eyes.
"Come here. Now."
The cold voice of her mistress made Jill obey without having time to think. Jill stepped back in the living room, and Rosa detailed her almost-naked body.
"Good girl."
Rosa slowly paced around Jill, who averted her eyes and looked at the floor.
"Look at me."
Jill obeyed. Rosa's face was hard. She wasn't smiling, and there was something fierce in her eyes.
"Pray tell, princess, did you dare consider not calling in sick today and not spending the day with me?"
Jill fumbled with her words. "I don— I mean, it depends on— I didn't know if you wanted to stay here with me."
Rosa grabbed Jill's jaw with her whole hand, forcing her eyes to stay locked in hers.
"What you think doesn't matter. You're not allowed to think. Only to beg."
Jill frowned. Not at what Rosa just said, but at herself and this uncanny feeling that invited itself yet again inside her belly. The warm touch of the detective on her naked skin, her fierce eyes piercing through her, her hard, low voice giving her orders...
She quickly submitted. After swallowing, she dropped her eyes and begged.
"Please, ma'am, can you stay with me today? I need you and I don't want you to leave..."
Rosa's pretty face split with a wide, hungry smile.
"I don't care what you want. I'm staying because I want to use you. And I will."
Rosa let Jill's jaw go and turned around to step into the kitchen. For a moment, Jill's gaze got lost in the exaggerated swinging of Rosa's hips.
She shrugged it off, and raised her hand.
"Ma'am?"
Rosa didn't care to look at her and grabbed the two mugs that were left aside, the coffee inside slowly cooling.
"Yes? Speak."
"Shouldn't I contact the captain to let him know I won't be coming today?"
Rosa chuckled, grabbed the phone that Jill left on the counter, and simply threw it at Jill's feet.
"No need. I did it before you woke up. Now come."
Jill briefly looked at the phone on the parquet, displaying a message sent to Captain Holt two hours ago, bearing the simplest message: 'Sick today. See you tomorrow'. She walked up to Rosa, who began to examine her like she was a horse at a showcase.
She cupped her small breast, tested her nipples, then slipped a hand down between her legs, stroking the white panties that were becoming wet at the contact of her hands.
"You have an amazing body, you know?"
Jill dropped her head so Rosa could not see the embarrassment dyeing her cheeks pink, but a soft finger picked her chin up and forced her eyes into Rosa's.
"If you had to work today, you'd be pretty late already. Your shift began minutes ago, and look at you: barely clean, not even caffeinated..."
She paced around Jill and grabbed her butt with a firm hand.
"On your knees, princess."
Without a thought, Jill dropped to the floor. She shut her brain down, let the work-related anxieties flush away, and made herself ready to obey.
Rosa stepped away for a second, fetched something from somewhere Jill couldn't see, then came back, grinning wide.
"Show me your pretty face."
Jill looked up to her mistress. She didn't even wonder what was going to happen to her. She just enjoyed the moment and trusted her mistress, knowing that whatever she was planning, it would be wonderful.
"Open wide."
She obeyed. As soon as her mouth was gaping, Rosa began to pour some lukewarm coffee from one of the mugs.
"Don't swallow. And DON'T SPILL. If you spill it, I'll have you clean it up with your tongue on the floor."
The mouth now filled, Rosa put the mug away and knelt next to her princess.
"If you don't spill any," she whispered in her ear, "I have a special surprise for you..."
Jill was doing her best to stand still. But the warm breath of her loving mistress on her neck and the perspective of being rewarded made it hard for her to keep her balance.
She gargled a bit. A bubble plopped out of the black liquid. But not a drop was spilled.
Rosa stood up. "Good girl. Now comes the hard part. Don't move, because I'm gonna s—"
Three loud knocks erupted from the door.
"What the..." Rosa swore. She put a hand on Jill's shoulder before going up to the door. "Stay here, I'll be right back."
Jill was puzzled. Who could come to see her this early in the morning?
She heard Rosa open the door.
"What is it?"
Jill tilted her head slightly and exerted her eyes to be able to see who was at the door. She couldn't see anyone, Rosa keeping the door opening slim enough that the stranger could not see she was in underwear, but she instantly recognized their voice.
"Good mor— Uh... Rosa? What are you doing here?"
Rosa sighed and returned the question. "What the heck are you doing here, Amy?"
Panic birthed inside Jill's stomach. She managed to remain composed, as always, but not without a few black drops of coffee escaping from the edge of her mouth and running down her cheeks, neck, and between her boobs.
"I'm visiting Jill," Amy responded. "I heard from the captain that she was sick, and since I was affected to the neighborhood, I wanted to say hi and see if she needed anything..."
Rosa grumbled.
Amy continued. "So... Is Jill here? Are you taking care of her, or..."
Jill could see the door open slightly, probably due to Amy's pressure.
"Wait, where are your pants? What are you doing here? Tell me where Jill is!"
Rosa hardened her tone and her grip on the door. "She's being taken care of. The only thing you need to know, is that you don't need to come check on her anymore. Understood?"
Amy's voice was pleading. "Rosa, please. I just want to know if she's OK."
"She is. Bye."
And the door slammed close.
Rosa leaned back on the door. A few seconds passed, and only when a faint sigh and steps walking down the stairs could be heard from the other side did she come back to her obedient plaything.
She knelt and ran a hand where the coffee left a brown trail. "Oh. You spilled some... Were you nervous, princess?"
Jill didn't know how to answer without spilling more, so she pressed her eyes closed, trying to communicate that she was OK.
"Don't need to pretend, love," Rosa answered while stroking Jill's cheek, "I can read right through you. No need to try being hard and resilient. Just let your emotions flow. I won't judge."
Jill blinked twice as a 'thank you' gesture. A fleeting, tender smile passed on Rosa's lips —quite a rare sight, Jill made sure to mark the image in her mind— then knelt further down to gently bite the side of Jill's neck.
"Drink up, princess."
While Jill was trying her best to gulp the pool of coffee filling her mouth whole, she felt Rosa's tongue licking the thin trail of liquid between her boobs. The wet tongue found its way up to her chin, followed by a mischievous bite.
"Good job, love," she said as half of the coffee was already drank.
Rosa closed Jill's mouth with her hand and pushed her back down on the floor.
"Go on, don't mind me."
Rosa sat across Jill's belly and grabbed both her tits with force, dragging a long moan from Jill's throat. Rosa then bent over and started to bite the nipples, left and right, softly and hard. Jill was shaking, not able to shout her pleasure yet, struggling to swallow the remainder of the coffee.
Without raising her head from her job, Rosa put a knee between Jill's legs, pushing hard against her cunt.
"Hump," she ordered with a pressure of the knee.
Rosa's biting got harder, and Jill began to frot her pussy against Rosa's bare knee, damping her thigh with the liquid that had already been soaking her panties.
Jill soon finished drinking all of the liquid that was muzzling her, but as she opened her mouth wide to take a deep breath and begin to moan all she liked, Rosa's hand went straight inside her mouth, gagging her.
A low grunt escaped from Jill's throat, overstimulated by Rosa's works. She felt daring and began to stroke Rosa's neck.
With a flick of the head, Rosa dismissed Jill's hand. She released her gagging hand and pressed her knee even more against Jill's damp cunt.
"Harder!" She ordered.
Jill, eyelids pressed close, shook her head. "Ma'am, if I go harder, I'm gonna..." She gulped. "I'm gonna cum!"
Rosa raised her head and grabbed Jill's chin to force her eyes open. "Don't you fucking dare! You cum when I tell you to. Now, hump harder!"
Jill whined when Rosa's thigh pushed up between her legs, so hard that she almost made her slide on the parquet floor.
But she obeyed. She grabbed Rosa's thigh with both hands, and rubbed her pussy harder. She gritted her teeth, rattled and dragged her head left and right on the floor to resist the imminent orgasm that was begging to erupt between her legs, making them numb.
"P— Please! I beg you! I fucking beg you! Don't do this to me! Please, let me cum!"
Rosa drank up her plea with a vicious satisfaction. She was about to bring this girl to the brink of unconsciousness, and then allow her to cum.
Panting with desire and sadistic pleasure, she told her toy, "Gonna count to ten. At ten, you'll be allowed to cum. But if you come before then, I'll never touch you again!"
Jill's hands were clawing at Rosa's thigh now. She wasn't rubbing her pussy anymore, but was pressing it hard against Rosa's knee instead, as if she was trying to contain the overflowing pleasure that only waited to explode.
"Oh yes, pleasepleaseplease! I need it! I can't hold it anymore!"
Rosa's grin buried deep into Jill's neck as she began the countdown.
"One."
Rosa's plump lips moving against Jill's collarbone provoked a jolt of pleasure that shook her whole body.
"Two."
Jill began to shiver with anticipation. She mused a few words, like "I'm gonna come all over you", but Rosa couldn't hear it clearly.
"Three."
Jill's moans grew louder each second passing. She began to uncontrollably chew a rebel strand of Rosa's hair that happened to be close to her mouth.
"Four."
Jill's nail dug harder into Rosa's skin.
The next number was not coming, and Jill began to panic.
"Five," she begged, "say five, please! Don't stop!"
Rosa's shift her position over Jill's body, rubbing her thigh once again against Jill's pussy, who wiggled on the floor as if she was trying to escape, but her hands were still gripping hard.
Rosa's lips moved slowly in front of Jill's, brushing against each other as she slowly said the word.
"Five."
Jill couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes rolled back and her body went almost completely limp, only shaken by a spasm every few second.
Rosa frowned. She held the back of Jill's hand with a hand. "You didn't cum, right now, did you?"
Jill couldn't lock her eyes into her mistress', she just shook her head.
"Good. We'll speed things up then."
Then she proceeded to rub her tight against Jill's clit with a wide up and down movement. Jill whole body instantly tensed as the pleasure building up inside up was becoming more that unbearable, physically painful.
"Six!" Rosa exclaimed with pride.
Jill's hands left Rosa's thigh and went up to her mouth. Eyes closed against, she had to bite hard into her own palm to keep the orgasm contained.
"Seven."
Rosa looked at her plaything, who was trying so hard to obey her, to please her.
"We're almost there, princess. You're doing wonderful. Keep it up, I'm proud of you."
Jill's eyes opened so she could see face to face the loving gaze that her mistress was casting at her.
"Eight."
Rosa's thigh was more like bumping against Jill's clit than rubbing against it. Jill whole body was bobbing along the rhythm of Rosa's knee-fucking.
"Nine!"
Almost there! Just a few seconds left!
Jill's thoughts were racing. Time seemed to stop. She could have sworn that Rosa was delaying the last number to torture her one last time, but she didn't care, because here came the...
"TEN!"
As soon as Rosa shouted the last number, she removed her knee from Jill's cunt and rubbed her clit hard with two fingers, right through her panties.
Jill whole arc-benched on the floor as she came, screaming and hitting the floor with her fist under the intensity of the edged orgasm. Her juices spread through the fabric, fiercely spraying a satisfied Rosa.
"You are so beautiful princess! I love you..." Rosa left these words out as Jill continued her violent wiggling on the parquet, the pleasure too powerful for her body to endure.
A whole minute passed like this, Jill shouting while Rosa was rubbing her clitoris and so draining as much orgasmic pleasure as she could, until her princess begged her to stop.
"This— This is too much! Please, make it stop!" Jill cried.
This was when Rosa knew it was enough. She stopped the motion of her fingers, waited for her princess to calm down a bit, then carefully embraced her shaking yet magnificent body.
They stayed like this for a moment, both quiet, on the floor, the silence only disturbed by Jill's hitched breath.
When Jill finally calmed down, a wide dumb smile found its way on her face. She cuddled herself inside Rosa's arm.
"That was... wonderful. There's no word powerful enough to describe it."
Rosa didn't respond, but her satisfaction floated in the air. Not a smug, prideful satisfaction. Something affectionate, the simple bliss of having pleased her partner.
"How can I repay you, ma'am?"
Rosa scoffed. "You don't need to. Sex isn't a transaction."
Jill got up on one arm. "Wait, so you made me call in sick for a whole day just to give me what— an hour of sex?"
Rosa rose up to match her position. "And what if I did? You ain't gonna be all bratty now, are you?"
Jill, in turn, scoffed. "No, but I figured this princess' mouth could spend all morning munching some carpet, stopping only when it would be too numb to continue..."
"Huh-uh..." Rosa couldn't think of anything else to respond. She detailed Jill's smug face. Maybe it was the recent rush of dopamine that made her so daring and enthusiast?
And, after all, did it matter? She stayed the night planning to drain every inch of pleasure from this little needy cop, and decided to stay here the whole day just because it was so good, so why not make the best of it and get served too?
Plus, she certainly could not say 'no' to that face...
"All right, if you're so eager, I'll allow it."
She stood up, and went to a confortable faux-leather armchair that was resting on an expensive carpet, next to a modern coffee table. While walking, she shook her hips to make her panties fall and flicked her foot to send them flying to Jill's face.
She lecherously sat in the armchair, legs open wide.
"Come tend to this rug, beautiful princess."
Her clit exposed to the air, she could feel it throbbing. She tried to stay composed, but the idea of Jill making her cum, right here on her own furniture, had made its way into her mind — and her cunt. After the little show Jill gave her on the floor, she was dead-horny, and after Jill suggested to suck her cunt, the desire became borderline unbearable.
Jill crawled on the floor and reached Rosa's cunt. Rosa twitched when Jill's fingers brushed her inner thighs.
"Slowly!" she half-ordered, half-begged.
"Don't worry," Jill laughed, "I will take good care of my beloved mistress..."
Jill hands began to stroke Rosa sensitive parts. One hand was set on her inner thigh, thumb stroking very near Rosa's bush, and the other passed bellow the other thigh, fondling the edge of her butt.
She began to kiss her thigh at several sensible places, making Rosa react each time with a low groan or a slight twitch.
She then kissed her lips. Her tongue found its way there, playing with the inner lips and sliding inside. Then it finally reached her clit and began a slow, soft, steady motion.
When she felt the warm contact of Jill's mouth against her erect clit, Rosa braced the arms of the chair, fearing a spike of pleasure, but only receiving smooth and delicate tongue strokes.
"Oh my... This is good."
Rosa finally relaxed, letting the pleasure build in her. Slowly, with a sweetness that came from a loving princess. Something she didn't experience very often, to be honest.
Letting herself go, she plunged her fingers into Jill's hair and began to moan with each flick of tongue.
She was almost startled when she heard a harsh buzzing sound coming from the floor, a few steps away.
"That my phone," Jill said without raising her head from Rosa's cunt. "Don't worry, I'll just ignore it."
Not a minute later, the buzzing sound came back.
Jill sighed inside Rosa's pussy, interrupting her tongue's work.
Rosa lifted Jill's head from bellow her chin.
"Go answer it, princess. One call is a nuisance, two calls is an emergency."
Jill sighed again, nodded, then reluctantly went to pick up her phone.
"It's Holt." She immediately answered the call. "Valentine? Yes. Oh, I see. No problem, I'll be there in five. No worries captain, I'll see you soon."
She hang up and cast a sorry look at Rosa. "It is indeed an emergency. A hostage situation at a bank down the block. Amy is already there, but they need backup quickly."
Rosa stood up, trying to hide her own frustration. She kissed a disappointed Jill on the lips.
"Then what are we waiting for, princess? Duty calls!"
When the two cops got on site, the situation seemed dire. A pale police line had been drawn in front of the big entrance of the bank, with patrol cars as barricades and a few railings to keep the citizen away from the danger. Nothing could been seen from inside where they were, but a small handful of uniformed officer where on standby, gun at the ready.
The only ranked cop standing there was Amy, who came straight up to them as soon as she saw them. While she handled them the standardized bulletproof vests, she summarized the situation.
"We got one armed man inside that took eight persons hostage. He has a handgun and... grenades."
Rosa and Jill looked at each other, concerned. The grenades were going to make any operation more difficult.
"How many grenades are we talking about?" Jill asked.
"At least four. Maybe more." She walked them to the barricade to a spot where they could have a good view of the entrance. "He demands an unlicensed car to flee. If he doesn't have it in the next ten minutes, he will kill an hostage."
"Where is the negotiator?" Rosa asked, looking around.
Amy drew a sorry face. "There is no negotiator. None that could arrive on time. They are several incidents this morning and the closest teams are already dispatched. The fastest we can get will arrive in twenty minutes. That's too long, he'd have killed someone in the meantime. He already shot his weapon in the leg of an hostage, only because we tried to convince him to wait a little."
Jill frowned. "Wait, there's a wounded civilian in there?"
Amy nodded, anguish bending her mouth.
"Did you can an ambulance?"
"Yes, they're on standby down the block. We didn't want them to scare the perp."
Jill and Rosa went silent for a while, thinking about the situation.
"Do you know where he is positioned?" Rosa asked.
"Yes," Amy nodded. "He in the back of the hall, against the counters, with all the hostages."
"Then I know what to do." Jill interrupted.
Amy didn't catch it, as she was expecting Jill to elaborate, but at this moment Rosa sent dagger eyes to the one who was a few minutes ago her little princess.
But Jill didn't back down. She held Rosa's gaze. "You two will go around each side of the building, and try to get a good spot through the windows that give inside the hall of the bank. This should not be too hard, at least one of you should have a good line of sight. Once you're in position, be ready to shoot."
Rosa took a step closer to Jill, anger distorting her face, and asked with a voice so sharp it startled Amy. "And what are you gonna do?"
She was defying Jill to say what they both knew she planned to do. But her authority was nothing here. Right here, right now, Jill was a special ops agent, not a desperate kneeling sub. She had training and experience none of the other two had.
She sustained Rosa's gaze once more, and said without flinching. "I'm going in as a negotiator. No weapons. My goal will be to buy you enough time and maybe distract him from spotting you. That's why you're gonna have to be swift. I trust you."
"Are you INSANE?" Rosa raged, closing the distance between them in a flash.
"I have training, Diaz. Don't forget I've been trained in the Delta, I have many skills. That's why Holt called me. He knew that, and hoped it'd make a difference."
Rosa stood her ground, almost growling under her breath, outraged by the evident feasibility of Jill's plan.
Unwilling to break eye contact with her, Jill whispered so only Rosa could hear. "Don't make this personal, Rosa."
Rosa scoffed, turned around and went back against the barricade, readying herself for taking position.
Jill took the 'Negociator' velcro insigna a uniformed officer gave her, replacing the 'Police' insigna she had. She knew time wasn't on her side, so she unholstered her gun, gave it to the officer, raised her hands and went straight to the bank hall.
When she passed the barricade, she could hear the faint voice of Rosa behind her. "Don't you dare die on me, Valentine." Then Rosa took off to find her spot.
Sorry, Rosa, Jill though while crossing the empty space between the cops and the bank. I, too, want to protect you.
When Jill entered the large tiled hall of the bank, she was first welcomed by the echo of her own footsteps, just before noticing the middle-aged man that was aiming at her with was appeared to be a Glock .45 in a hand, and that held a military-grade hand-grenade in the other.
Well, I wonder how a standard white forty-years-old man who bought the least original pistol in the US put his hands on a bunch of ET-MPs.
Just after taking note of the three other similar grenade hanging from his belt, her eyes went to the young woman he was stepping on with his worn-out sneakers. She was crying and didn't seem to consider Jill's presence as a good thing.
"Wat'cha doing here, lass? Got my car?"
The good thing is that he won't be able to unpin his grenade with one hand. And if he tries to pull the pin with his teeth, like in those crappy movies, he'll just manage to loose a tooth or two.
"Yes, the car is almost here. But we need a bit more time... The window you gave us is too short."
The man got visibly upset.
"What'cha bablin' about? Just tear off the plate of one of you damn cop cars and give it to me! Do it now or I'll blow your head off!"
Jill seriously doubted he could deliberately score a headshot from where he was standing, but she wouldn't risk it. Especially since she didn't see the shadow of her teammate through the windows behind him. She needed more time.
"Ok, ok. Sure, I'll do it now. I'll go see the cops and ask them to give you one of their police car. However..."
The man lost his temper. "No buts! Car now, or you dead!"
Jill saw a silhouette taking position behind the man. She just needed a few more seconds of distraction, even if staying with him meant to provoke further and thus risking to take a bullet.
Sigh, Rosa's gonna kill me.
"But the cops won't believe you! They'll need a guarantee or th—"
A ringing *bang* reverberated across the hall. At the same instant, Jill felt a force piercing her chest and sending her flying backwards. Then two other shots echoed, bullet wizzing near her head, just before she fell flat on her back.
Two more gunshots were heard, a bit more distant, accompanied with glass being broken and hostages screaming.
The air smelt of burnt plastic. Her vision was fuzzy, with black dot flying before her. Her chest ached.
After the debilitating feeling passed and she regained her senses, she got up on her elbows, only to see an angry Rosa rushing to her. Her fellow cop had rage in her wet eyes, and as soon as she was in range, she slapped Jill.
"Don't ever do this again, Valentine!"
Then, at Jill's surprise, she passionately kissed her lips.
Soon, however, the medical team got on site, and Rosa was pushed aside so Jill could be tended to. It lasted a while, but Rosa refused to leave her. She carefully watched the paramedics do their jobs, sending death threats with her eyes each time Jill flinched under the pain.
"It's not so bad, just a gigantic bruise," Jill laughed, while she and Rosa were stepping outside of the bank. The perp was in custody, and the hostages had been handled by Amy. Backup was on its way to help the detectives and uniforms, but Rosa refused to leave Jill's side.
Jill cast a side smile at the angry-yet-caring cop.
"No need to babysit me, you know. I'm a big girl, I can handle a light wound. I've had it worse y—"
Rosa exploded in rage and grabbed Jill by the arm.
"I know you're tough material, Valentine. But I can't help it. I've seen you vulnerable, I've seen the weakness in you, and I swore to myself —and to you— to take care of that part of you. So it's my legitimate right to be angry when you throw yourself at armed maniacs like this."
They stayed silent for a moment.
"It's weird to see you all emotional, ma'am."
Rosa scoffed. "You think it's not even weirder for me?"
Jill stretched her arms above her head, trying to dismiss the soreness in her chest.
"You want to be weird together at my place? We still have the rest of the day off..."
"Uh-huh."
The second the door of Jill's apartment slammed shut, Rosa pulled Jill's arm and forced her into a long hug.
"Rosa... You're hurting me..."
"Don't care." Rosa answered with a voice that was trying to be sharp to hide the emotions spilling out of her heart, but she let her go nonetheless.
She walked up to the bathroom door. "You coming, princess? I promised I'd take care of you, so I have to tend to this wound."
Jill joined her mistress and let herself be tended to. Rosa sat her on a metal stool, then browsed around to find a first-aid kit. When she finally found it, Jill was dozing off.
"Hey, princess, still with me?"
Jill seemed elsewhere, but managed to open her eyes a bit.
"The medics, they gave you something?"
Jill slowly shook her head. "I thrive on pain, ma'am," she said, munching the words. Then she cast a dumb smile at Rosa.
"It's the adrenaline withdrawing and the physical strain," Rosa observed. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you. Remove you shirt."
Jill bore a lusty smile. "Kinky!" She then simply raised her hands and waited for Rosa to undress her.
The bruise beneath the shirt was impressive. It was located just above the right breast, a huge blue aureole surrounded by yellowish skin.
Rosa stood there a second, not knowing what to do exactly. It's not as if there was something to clean or bandage.
"Kiss it."
The order came out of nowhere, as sharp as a knife. Rosa raised an eyebrow at her.
"Please?" Jill dozing face was pouting in a very cute —and uninhibited— way.
"What do you want me to kiss? Your wound?"
Jill cupped Rosa face with her hands. "It'll ease up the pain."
Rosa shook her off. "Damn, you're creepy when you're high. Cute, but creepy."
This last comment made Jill chuckle, and she leaded Rosa's face to where her skin was bruised. "Please?"
Rosa hesitated a second. The hematoma was huge and probably very painful. She very carefully brushed the wound with the tip of her lips.
She heard Jill sigh, and felt her whole body relax. So she continued, pressing her lips a little harder, then harder, and again until Jill flinched. Now that she knew what was her pain tolerance right now, she began to embrace her whole body, hugging with her arms and stroking with her fingers. A wave of chills passed on Jill's back, under Rosa's fingers, while her lips danced around Jill's breasts, teasing her nipples and licking the sweat reeking of gunpowder.
"You're so soft... and so sweet!" Jill moaned, limp in Rosa's arms. "Do I even deserve you?"
Rosa spurted her signature chuckle, mouth muffled between her breasts. "You took a bullet for me today. How could you not deserve all the love in the world?"
"Will you spank me later?" Jill asked out of nowhere, her voice straining to the point of it was barely understandable.
Rosa. "Yeah, if you want to. But right now, rest."
"Okay..."
They stayed here a while, Jill resting her head on Rosa's shoulder, and Rosa hugging and stroking Jill in an almost-sexual way.
When Rosa's back began to hurt from the position she was stuck in, she softly asked. "How are you feeling, princess? Can you move?"
The only answer she received was Jill's slow breathing. She had fallen asleep.
Rosa shifted, careful not to wake her, and lifted her in her arms like the princess she was. While she carried her to the bedroom, she whispered loving words to her hear, and after she cautiously put her on the bed, she laid alongside her.
She glanced at the wound and smiled. "I feel like life will be a lot more interesting at your side."
She passed an arm around her princess, then fell into a deep sleep.