Someone Else's Trysts

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Someone Else's Trysts

CODE: D (set in the D Is For Damien storyline)

TAKES PLACE DURING (specific story): NA

PAIRING: Det. Dale Tiffen/Angela (M/F)

EXPLANATION: I thought Angie from Tiffen's threesome (see "After Dinner") deserved a shot at him by herself. :)

DISCLAIMERS: Might be some, but I'm not sure and don't really care.

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Someone Else's Trysts

Tiffen looked Angie closely in the eyes and then seemed to examine her face, tracing his fingers along her cheek. "What do you want?"

"Something different," Angie whispered. She didn't know or care what. As long as it was with him. She could feel herself growing weak already just thinking about all of the different things they could do together in one night. Tiffen seemed to catch her thought and smiled down at her almost gently. He took her hand and led her down the hall.

JJ always waited for the moment when someone showed up at the cop's place, and after that happened he would wait for the lights in the bedroom to go either on or off. That always meant that he was with somebody. And with his good vantage point, it didn't matter if the lights were on or off; he could see inside, as long as the blinds weren't drawn. Once in a while they were, and he'd have to go back inside his own house disappointed. Most of the time, though, they weren't. He didn't know if the cop knew that he was being watched or not. If he didn't know, JJ hoped that it would be a while before he found out. If he did know, then he must be even weirder than JJ had thought.

He'd seen the guy do it just about every way there was. And he'd heard enough rumors to believe that he'd done it the few ways JJ hadn't seen. The only things he'd never really seen were kids, animals, or another guy. He supposed it was for the best with the first two or else maybe he'd be turning in the cop himself. He would have liked to have seen the last, however; but the only people who ever showed up were women. At least three of them; one of them older--much older--the other two pretty young things who he'd have liked to get to know better. Especially the darker-haired one. She struck him as being something of a flirt. He wondered if there was any way he could meet her. It seemed that she liked either men or women.

Creeping through the bush and over the grass, holding up his pair of binoculars and peering into the dimly lit bedroom, he saw the two of them already at it. At least, as much as they could be, while still shedding their clothes; for a moment or two they were nothing but a tangle of arms and legs pulling at each other's shirt and pants, and when they'd achieved this JJ noticed that they'd chosen a different position. The cop lay on his back. The woman bent low over him, her knees by his shoulders; he had his head buried between her legs, his hands sinking into her buttocks as he nuzzled voraciously, the animal noises that he made audible even to JJ outside on the lawn. She, in turn, had her mouth around him, running her own hands up and down his thighs. From the way that he moved beneath her, his hips straining and twisting back and forth, back and forth, quickly, JJ could tell that he was gaining extreme pleasure. The woman, in turn, rotated her hips in a tight circle; her partner growled into her and grasped her tighter. JJ heard her gasp.

Her blond hair kept falling forward and hiding her face, but he knew who it was. It was that other chick who always showed up with the brunette. Sometimes the dark-haired one came alone; never the blond. But here she was, in all her glory. JJ decided that she didn't look too bad herself; he wouldn't mind being the one in there with her. Hell, he would even join them if he had any reason to believe the cop liked having another guy present, though he doubted it.

He tried to keep track of who was who as they moved, evidently so caught up in their devouring hunger for each other that they forgot any conventional position; they writhed and twisted over each other, so that for a moment the woman was on her back and the cop was above her, now able to fully pump his hips into her; he briefly pinned her own hips down to the bed as he went at her. She broke away from him with a gasp; JJ managed to catch a glimpse of his swollen member as it actually seemed to spring quivering outward, searching for entry. The woman searched for it as a suckling calf searches for its mother, found it, and then they were writhing around each other again, awkwardly tangling, straining. They were writhing so much that JJ couldn't tell how they would end up or how far along they were, how far from reaching satisfaction. He had to wait for the moment, which occurred right when they turned over again, back to their original position, the cop on the bottom; he nuzzled her sharply and then let out a loud, sharp groan, jerking up into her mouth. The woman, in turn, jerked herself, held on for a moment, then whipped her head back, hair flying, arching her neck and letting out another gasp. A slight bit of a stream spurted up into the air as his member softened and deflated, sinking back between his legs. Both he and the woman collapsed upon the bed panting, not speaking.

JJ sat outside the window for a bit longer than usual--if anyone new to this had been with him they would have left long ago--but eventually he was rewarded when the cop and the woman sat up. He said something to her that JJ couldn't catch; he sat down on the bed, and she joined him on his lap, facing away from him. Then they proceeded to make love again, he thrusting steadily, rocking on his haunches, holding her hips while she closed her eyes and dropped her head back. Her mouth was open, the bit of lipstick she'd put on earlier now mostly smeared by their previous act. When she lifted her head she faced the window. She appeared to whisper something, silently moving up, and down, up, and down.

JJ actually ached to be able to feel her too. Whatever she was feeling right now was evidently highly pleasurable; she had her hands jammed between her legs as if to pull him into her. He wanted to be in there. He wanted to be able to get laid just about every night like this guy. What did it take?

They were at it a for a good period of time--much longer than what JJ thought he'd be able to tolerate--before the cop groaned, not short and hard this time, but long and low; not jerking up into her, but pushing up, up, up, fully, squeezing her breasts. A great shiver passed through the woman's body before she slumped back against him; he gently lifted her off and pressed her back onto the bed, kissing her neck and lightly stroking her damp hair. They smiled at each other.

JJ wished he could find someone like that. Oh, well. He supposed that maybe life was easier simply watching someone else's trysts rather than getting all tangled up in one himself. Though he also supposed that getting tangled could be pleasant, at least with a pretty woman like that. The two in the bedroom were getting cozier together, the cop allowing her to snuggle by his side as he pulled the blanket up to cover their naked bodies; JJ brought down his binoculars and turned to shuffle away.

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