Author: vegawriters
Summary: What was she thinking? That she’d chose a dress sexy enough that even after the paperwork was done, Chris would take her home, tie her to the bed, and have his way with her?
Her mother had always taught her that good girls didn’t talk about what they did in the bedroom. Even now, as a rational, sexual, independent adult, Rita was always hesitant to reveal all her tricks. After all, knowing what to do and being able to tease lovers with that knowledge gave her quite a power trip. (Especially when the teasing involved suspects.)
In truth, she knew more than a few tricks and was always willing to experiment – to a point. Her line between pleasure and pain was well defined, but she also didn’t shy away from trying something new with someone she trusted. The same sense of adventure that made her such a good cop made her damn good in bed.
All of that being rationalized, she found that the boutique she chose for their shopping adventures pushed even her limits. The collars, whips, chains, and even feather boas loomed at her, daring her past her boundaries. She cast a seductive glance at her partner in crime.
What was she thinking? That she’d chose a dress sexy enough that even after the paperwork was done, Chris would take her home, tie her to the bed, and have his way with her?
Yes, she admitted. That was exactly what she was thinking.
She wanted his naked body looming over her, her fingers gripping at the ropes that bound her to the bed, his mouth working magic on her skin. She wanted those perfect lips latched onto her nipples, his long fingers in side of her, and she wanted to be completely at his mercy while it happened.
So much for being an empowered woman. She wanted him to push her boundaries, to break the rule she’d set in place four years ago when they realized, just by looking into each other’s eyes, that they were destined to be best friends forever. She wanted to be swept away and dominated by the man who could never share the feelings she held for him.
Arms moved in front of her and he dangled a choker in his fingers. “Here, Sam,” Chris murmured. “Put this on.”
Their eyes met and Rita swallowed at the passion she saw mirrored there. Maybe he did feel the same way. She shifted her weight back on one hip, biting her lip a bit at the blush rising in her cheeks. “Why don’t you put it on me?” She didn’t know where the words came from, but there they were, out in the open, daring, flirting. She knew better than to toe that line, but the atmosphere in the store … yes. She could blame the store.
She also wasn’t the only one toeing the line. His fingers laced around her neck as he snapped the choker into place and lingered on her collarbone. She hated that she could read that look in his eyes.
“You need to find something too,” she whispered.
“Forget me,” he murmured, staring into her eyes. “You’re the one she’ll be looking at.”
No, this was a bad, bad thing. He was half-hard standing here next to her and damn if that collar around her neck didn’t trip up fantasies of her naked body stretched out on his bed, exposed completely for his benefit.
It didn’t help that he knew full well that she was a garters and stockings girl. Despite her small stature her legs went on forever and he had nightly fantasies of slowly pulling the stockings down her thighs, kissing the exposed flesh.
Some best friend he was.
He trusted her more than anyone else in his life. She trusted him with all her secrets. And here he was, supposed to be working, but instead stepping closer to her, putting his hand on her hip, backing her against the wall, sliding one knee between her thighs.
“Chris …” Rita murmured, looking into his eyes.
The “tell me to stop” died on his lips. She wanted it as much as he did, but the wall she kept her emotions behind was up and in check and the look on her face begged him to stay professional, even if her eyes begged him to continue. Clearing his throat, he stepped back. “Sorry, Sammy.”
“Don’t apologize … we just … can’t … right now.”
With a laugh, Chris just shook his head. “We’ve been saying that to each other for four years, Rita.” When he dared to look at her, she was smiling.
“We’re getting caught up in the roles for the case is all.”
Despite his chuckle, Chris flinched inside. He knew full well that she wanted it as much as he did, but he also knew that if they crossed that line, it could ruin everything. But more and more he found himself wondering if it was just an excuse they gave each other because it was easier than taking the risks loving each other would mean.
“What are you going to wear?” Her voice brought him back to the present, the case. His fantasy world would have to wait until the cold shower he’d take later.
“I haven’t decided. You go try on that dress you’ve been fondling. I’ll search for something.”
“You aren’t going to come back and watch?” She smirked and he groaned, hearing her tease but he was too close to the edge.
“Don’t tempt me, Rita,” Chris whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t tempt me.” When she swallowed and nodded, moving away from him and back toward the dressing room, Chris let out a low sigh.
Tonight was going to suck.
That line between them was fading, and fading fast.
After she was out of his sight, Chris turned back to the racks of clothing. Leather pants and a sheer t-shirt caught his eye, but something told him that straying too far into unfamiliar territory would make him too uncomfortable to play the role. Mirroring Rita’s outfit would only force him over their line and tonight he could handle the consequences; it was the regret of the morning that would kill him. So the leather pants were a definite, but he reached for a swashbucklingly bright silk shirt. Not too different from his own wardrobe, but comfortable enough that he wouldn’t be too focused on his discomfort.
With himself, at least, he could be honest. If he broke outside his usual zone, he’d break the rule and follow her home and get her into bed and do things they’d love tonight but regret in the morning. So he’d stay close to his roots and work the angle that way. Rita was vulnerable right now, and tonight they would be facing the man who stole her father from her. It was Chris’ job to protect her and he needed to be comfortable in his own skin to do so.
But when she stepped out of the dressing room, clad in a dress that revealed everything but showed nothing, all rational thought left his mind.
Tonight was going to suck.
Series: Finding Babylon
Pairing: Chris/Rita UST (Silk Stalkings)
Rating: M (Would Silk be anything else?)
Prompt: Rita said that "they" had to go shopping for outfits. I want the story behind those outfits and why Chris' is so similar to his work outfit.
Spoilers: Going to Babylon
A/N: This is part of the series written with
Disclaimer: No one owns Chris and Rita – except for Chris and Rita. But, technically, it’s the SJC Camp that gets the money from them, not me.
