The Dive (Richie)

[richie]

A smirk creping over his lips, Richie shook his head.
“No, we can’t forget the Tequila, we haven’t tried body shots yet after all.”

It was obvious by his stare that he wasn’t intending on using glasses or even drinking straight up from the bottle. No, he was more thinking against the lines of pouring it on her skin and going from there. It had always been his favorite type of body shot.

Casanova, there was a nickname he could live with.

When she took his hand, he waited until she was on her feet and gave her a little tug towards him, placing his arm around her waist as they wandered out of the bar. When they reached the dark streets outside, he shrugged a bit against the cold and pulled her closer.

The thought of taking his car crossed his mind, but why the hell bring up that misfit hunk of metal that could very well get her to dump him right there? It was only three blocks down the street anyways, so he could say that it was a nice night for a stroll or whatever other bull he could think off. Or pulling her body against his and pressing a hard kiss on her lips before starting moving down the street…that seemed to work as well.

He walked along her and before long he was in front of the motel he had been seeking. A quick visit to the office had him coming back to her, waving a key at her.

That seemed like a promising night, up to when his phone rang. He pulled the damned thing out of his pocket and stared at it. Damn, it was the chief! Did he found another reason to scream at him until his ears bled? Richie frowned, ah what the hell, the idiot could still scream at him in the morning, couldn’t he?

Shoving the phone back on his pocket, he turned to Abby and smirked.

“So…where were we?”

[Abigail Sykes]

Abby was all seductive smiles when Richie lead her out of the bar. A chill wind crept over her shoulders making her shiver. She pulled away from him long enough to put the jacket on and then slipped back into his warm embrace. Apparently though, she had been right about the motel being close, wrong about taking his car. That was fine with her.

It was a beautiful night, windy and cool, but still a touch of humidity in the air. They were quiet on the walk over, which surprised Abby.
It didn’t bother her, but usually one night stands were chatty Cathy’s still thinking that they had to win her over to get into her pants. Oh sure they weren’t all like that, but Abby realized that most men were just as insecure as women, if not more.

Richie though seemed content with the silence, and Abby was comfortable just walking next to him. Feeling his body touching hers. Sure, she didn’t like relationships, and she got spooked sometimes when someone touched her and she didn’t know it was coming, but she still craved the touch of another person, and she really like the way Richie’s rough hands felt against her skin.

When they got to the motel Abby waited outside as Richie went and got the key. She smiled knowingly at him, letting the lust she was feeling show in her eyes. She couldn’t wait to get him inside the room. It almost felt like it was going to be another three block hike to get there. Her libido was in over drive and then Richie’s phone rang slamming the breaks on the situation.

Richie pulled his phone from his pocket, and judging by the look on his face, Abby could tell he was debating on whether to answer it or not. That meant it could potentially be important. If it was nothing it would have taken a lot less time for him to turn off the ringer and put the phone away.

“We were about to head into a motel room,” Abby said in reply to his question. "Drink tequila, lose our clothes, make some wild memories."

Richie’s phone began to ring again. With a sigh Abby leaned against the wall and crossed her ankles. She wasn’t exactly thrilled with this change of events, but Richie more than likely wasn’t like her. He had friends, a family, people he cared about and who cared about him.

“You should probably get that,” She said gesturing to the his pocket where his phone continued to ring.

[richie]

Drink Tequila. Lose their closes. Make some wild memories.
Yeah, that seemed about right.

After the night he had at work and the memories of his old friend that insisted in popping back into his mind, it seemed like the perfect way of letting go. Sure any therapist would love to get him in their couch babbling away, heck, the one that came at the precinct was always trying to get him to talk about his feelings and crap. The idiot didn’t seem to understand that he didn’t wanted to, he wanted to bury it all, not talk about being able to heal others like a damned freak or being afraid enough to watch his best friend die instead of changing places with him.

Crap, forget about it.

Focus on the hot brunette before his eyes, cast one of those smiles her ways. Pull her close and start nipping at her neck while smoothly taking her towards the room. Yeah, that was it, just into the door and…and his phone rang again making him raise his head with an annoyed growl.

Man, there was something off when the girl he wanted to take into bed was saying he should answer his phone instead of focusing in her.

Taking his phone out again, Richie checked the caller id and cringed. The flashing name said
‘S O B’

Yeah, it was his dear boss alright.

With an annoyed look he flipped the phone open and almost immediately he started to hear the screaming on the other side. He didn’t get his report written. “Yeah, I was just…” He was a disgrace, “I uh…” One of the worst excuse for a cop the chief had ever heard of, “Ah-ha…yeah…well…I…”

He got the guy every cop in the city and their mother were looking for, but did that matter to the guy? Nooooo! All he wanted was to dwell on was that he had slept with his daughter, about...GOD! Two years ago? Talk about an obsessive boss who just loved to make his life miserable. The screaming went on for a good five minutes before Richie raised his gaze to meet Abby’s again and raised a brow.

“Yeah, ah-ha, right…I’m listening,” he placed the phone on the floor while the chief still screamed, unlocked the door, grabbed Abby’s wrist and pulled her against him for a hard kiss before pulling her inside with him and kicked the door shut behind them.

His phone? It remained outside near the door, as the voice in the other end continued to scream.
“YEAH, YOU BETTER BE LISTENING TO ME RICHARD…”

[Abigail Sykes]

The gruff voice on the other end of the phone did not sound pleased. Abby caught a schlew of curse words, along with a promise of death. Something about sex and a daughter? She raised an amused eyebrow at Richie wondering what sort of trouble he’d gotten himself into. Images of Richie running from someone’s house clad only in boxers while being chased down by a large man wielding a shotgun entered her mind. Oh yeah, she could definitely see that happening to Casanova there.

Richie took the phone placing near the door before pulling her away from the wall and against him. She melted into his kiss, the amusement she had a moment ago being replaced by a burning lust. Her body ached with need against his. They moved into the room, the door shutting behind them, the annoying voice from the phone silenced.

Abby pushed Richie towards the wall, her hands exploring his body, gripping for his shirt and pulling it over his head. Her breath hitched when she saw the muscles of his chest and stomach. Stepping back she looked over his body with lust filled eyes. It was as if someone had carved his body from smooth marble. The muscle lines drawn in his skin were breathtaking and she wanted to feel every inch of it.

Leaning back into him she licked the line of his jaw, moving her mouth down his neck, and slowly to his chest. She lightly scraped her nails along his skin, trailing down until she found the top of his pants. Sliding her fingers below the fabric she traced the area just above his groin.

Something tightened low in her belly. Having gone so long without the touch of a man, Abby’s body was craving it, needing it. Moving back up Abby kissed him roughly, almost bruising, and grabbed the top of his jeans, pulling them from the wall. She walked backwards until she found the edge of the bed and fell backwards, keeping a hold of the top of his jeans ensuring that Richie fell with her.

[richie]

Richie knew his boss would be chewing him up first thing in the morning. Would he believe the phone had run out of batteries? Stolen? Ah, what the hell, he would deal with tomorrow when it came, right now he was going to focus on the night and the woman before him.

He had felt her body reacting to his when he kissed her, guiding her into the room with him. And when the door closed and she pushed him back to a wall, it was his body’s turn to react to her. His shirt was the first thing to go and he could see the approval in her lust filled eyes. A smirk came upon his lips before she moved back on him.

Richie felt his muscles tighten and then relax under her touch, a fire burning deep into his gut as she kissed his chest and scraped her nails against his skin. Yeah, his body was reacting to her alright.

When her hands moved to the edges of his jeans, his breath grew heavier and his heart beat increased. Giving her no resistance as she tugged him towards the bed, he fell into the mattress over her.

Leaning his head down, he pressed his lips hard against hers and then nipped on her bottom lip while his hands moved along the lines of her waist, sliding up and grabbing on to her as he reached her chest and then they followed back down and pulled the piece of cloth off of her before he moved his head down and started to place a trail of kisses down her neck.

It was certain to say all his thoughts about his boss had left his mind.

[Abigail Sykes]

Abby gasped when Richie pulled her shirt off in one fluid movement, but it quickly turned to a sound of pleasure when his lips found her neck. It sent goose bumps washing over her skin and she reached around, running her hands down the smooth warm skin of his back. She pulled his face back to hers and kissed him hungrily.

Need was growing inside Abby and there were still too many damn pieces of clothing in the way. Still she didn’t want to rush it. The sensations running through her body were far too good to have over and done in ten minutes. No, Abby wanted to take her time. There was no rush and the night was young.

Abby ran her fingers through his hair and moaned under his touch. His fingers caressed her skin, roaming over her hips and up her sides. She returned the favor needing her hands into the muscles of his back, caressing his skin and moaning into his mouth.

His touch was like fire to her skin, igniting her down to her core. Closing her eyes she focused on nothing but the pleasure. Of the feeling of his skin against hers. It felt like it had been forever since she’d found someone like Richie. A man who knew what he was doing. A man who didn’t make it all about his pleasure, but about mutual pleasure between the two. Abby had every intention of doing the same.

[richie]

As they got lost into each other’s arms, the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes into hours until the both fell completely spent next to each other. Yep, going out to celebrate after work tonight had been decidedly a good choice. Richie wasn’t going to get enough sleep before his next shift, but if he fell asleep during yet another boss screaming section, he would do so with a smile.

Popping one arm behind his head as he made himself comfortable, he looked back at Abby and smiled.

The woman was hot, that was a given. And he would be a liar if he was to say he didn’t enjoyed what they had just done and hoped he didn’t feel like a schmuck in the morning if she turned out to be the clingy type. He just wasn’t ready to a relationship, hell he didn’t knew if he would ever be. He was good at the flirting, the small talk, the little white lies…but when it came to something deeper…his mind always wandered back to Julia and Tim. Those two had been love and friend, and the way it went out…hell, he didn’t want to think about it or to remember.

Out of impulse he leaned up and kissed Abby in the lips again. Richie had some time to rest before he needed to me up and about, so he leaned back down again. Abby didn’t seen in a hurry to burst out of the run just now either so he laid back down again and pulled the covers over them.

Sleep was approaching on fast strides.

[Abigail Sykes]

Abby had become a light sleeper long ago. Her ears were attuned to listening for footsteps approaching from down the hall, or the rumbling of an engine as a car pulled into the parking lot. It was also a good thing to have when falling asleep to a complete stranger, in case they tried anything funny in the middle of the night. Robbing her, bringing friends in, whatever the case may be. Some men were just that way.

There was none of that sleeping next to Richie on the motel bed. It was almost peaceful. Still, Abby woke before dawn. Richie was still sound asleep. She smiled at him. He had managed to sate every craving her body had. It had been a long time since she found a man who could do that. She figured it would be a long time before she did again. Abby had no intentions of sticking around for pillow talk.

Throwing the blankets back, she grabbed her clothes off the floor
and went into the bathroom, taking a quick shower and redressing.
She kept quiet about it, not wanting to disturb Richie. He deserved his rest after such a long and rowdy work out. Abby had no complaints. The night had been a good one and they both got what they needed. There was no need to spoil it by being there when he woke up.

After all, Abby didn’t know if Richie was going to try to pursue seeing her again. More men did that than one might think. No, it was definitely better to sneak out and walk back to her truck before he woke up. Sitting at the small table she started pulling her shoes on, watching Richie with a smirk as he breathed deeply in a comfortable sleep.