Title: Cuffed
Author: Inspector Boxer
Pairing: Jill/Cindy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jill and Cindy get arrested.
Word Count: 1,678
Notes: Thanks to
zennie for the beta on this one. This
was written for IDF 2008.
Disclaimer: WMC is the property of James Patterson.
No copyright infringement intended.
Archiving: Only with permission from the author.
Cuffed
by Inspector Boxer
“This
is not happening.”
For
her part, Cindy Thomas wasn’t really all that surprised with the turn of
events. “It’s no big deal. I get arrested all the time,” she joked. “I
have a bail bondsman on speed dial.”
Jill
groaned and smacked her forehead against the metal grid separating her from the
front seat of the patrol car. “I can see the headlines now, in your own damn
paper. ‘DDA arrested and charged with prostitution.’”
“Only
because you didn’t run when I told you to.”
Jill
looked down at the handcuffs on her wrists. At least she was cuffed with her
hands in front. She’d made sure
of that, unlike Cindy who’d gotten lippy with the officers. Jill remembered
being shoved into a cruiser, hands behind her back, on some of the more
ill-advised adventures of her misspent youth. She had no desire to repeat the
experience. “Denise is going to love this.”
Cindy
glanced back, wondering what was taking the police so long to get moving. Maybe
they were still trying to track down the gaggle of real prostitutes that had
left them like a cheap john when the cops had shown up. Jill had tried to
explain who they were… that they were working on a case, but when she’d
tried to present her ID she realized she’d left it at home on her dresser.
The
cops were less than impressed.
“Forget
Denise,” Cindy muttered. “What about Lindsay?”
Another
groan came from Jill’s side of the car followed by another smack to the grid.
Cindy
winced. “You’re going to have waffle face if you keep that up.”
Jill
leaned back abruptly and turned to face her. “This is all your fault. If just
once you’d do what Lindsay told you and stayed out of it…”
“Hey!
No one made you come along. I would have run instead of standing there like a
hood ornament. The only reason I’m stuck in here with handcuffs on is because
I wouldn’t leave you.” Cindy shifted and flexed her fingers. Her cuffs were
a little tight.
“I
didn’t ask you to stay,” Jill shot back.
“Well
that’s what friends do,” Cindy retaliated.
Jill
swallowed a nasty retort realizing that she was taking her anger at her own
stupidity out on the reporter. She bit her lip and watched Cindy shift again.
“What’s wrong?”
“The
cuffs are too tight. They hurt.”
Jill
sighed and rotated her body toward Cindy. “Turn away from me.”
“Why?”
“I’ll
massage your wrists.”
Cindy
stared at the attorney for a moment before slowly doing as asked.
Jill
scooted closer and started rubbing the reporter’s aching wrists with her
thumbs. “Better?”
Cindy
swallowed, wondering if she was half out of her mind that the touch and
circumstances were actually turning her on. “Yeah,” she murmured, clearing
her throat when she heard how husky her voice sounded.
Jill
noticed and smiled. Her relationship with Cindy had evolved since the shooting.
She often found herself spending more and more time with the reporter outside
the club. There was something terribly adorable about the redhead that Jill
found hard to resist. The more she was around Cindy the more she wanted to give
in to whatever was brewing between them. Curious, she slowed the circles her
thumbs were making on the inside of Cindy’s wrists before letting her touch
ease higher up the reporter’s arms. She grinned like the Cheshire cat when she
heard Cindy swallow again.
“Um…”
The reporter struggled with an uncharacteristic loss of words. “Jill?” The
touch stopped abruptly and Cindy frowned. She started to turn her head then
froze as she felt her hair being gently brushed away from her throat.
“Uh…”
“Face
forward, Thomas,” Jill breathed right next to Cindy’s ear. She took one more
quick glance around to make sure they were still alone before placing a feather
soft kiss on the curve of Cindy’s neck.
“Oh
jeez,” Cindy breathed as a second kiss followed only higher. Her heart started
jack hammering against her ribs. “What are you doing?”
“You’re
young, but you’re not that young,” Jill teased as she nipped lightly and
watched, delighted, as Cindy jerked in reaction. Her friend wasn’t moving
away. In fact, Cindy was tilting her head, granting Jill all the access she
wanted. “I’m making out with you in the back of a patrol car.”
“That’s
what I thought. Just… making sure though.” Cindy groaned softly as Jill’s
mouth resumed its previous task. Finally she couldn’t take anymore and she
turned her head, finding Jill’s lips unerringly in the dark car.
It
was Jill’s turn to groan. Apparently talking wasn’t the only thing Cindy
could do well with her mouth. The kiss deepened and the windows fogged, as their
breathing grew heavier and more labored.
They
finally parted to breathe, staring at each other in the pale orange of a distant
street light.
“Wow,”
was all Cindy managed before she leaned back in and kissed Jill again with
deliberate intent. At that moment, she could have cared less if their arresting
officers showed up. The swat team could have them surrounded and she wouldn’t
notice. Cindy released the attorney’s lips to turn and leverage herself up.
Jill
watched her, her blue eyes hooded, forgetting all about their circumstances and
their location, as Cindy kissed her again. The reporter urged Jill back against
the seat, kissing her with barely contained passion. Jill gave her hands
permission to wander, smiling against Cindy’s mouth as the redhead gasped into
hers. Again she was grateful she was cuffed with her hands in front. She had the
advantage here, and she intended to use it.
“We’re
gonna get caught,” Cindy whispered as Jill’s hands slipped under her shirt.
Cindy moaned softly as she felt the heat of Jill’s fingertips and the chill of
the cuffs against her skin. What they were doing, coupled with where they were
doing it, was proving to be as erotic as hell.
“Not
if we hurry,” Jill teased with a seductive grin. Her fingers found the button
on Cindy’s jeans.
Cindy
shuddered in time with the lowering of her zipper. Her brown eyes did a quick
scan of the surrounding area. She bit her lip when she saw nothing but empty
streets as far as the eye could see. “This is crazy.”
“So
was coming out here in the middle of the night to talk to a bunch of transsexual
prostitutes,” Jill pointed out with a devilish chuckle. “We make each other
do crazy things.” Jill leaned forward and found Cindy’s mouth again. “Now
I just want to make you crazy.”
Cindy’s
head snapped back as long fingers somehow soothed and simultaneously enflamed
the heat between her legs. It took some logistical wrangling, but after a few
feverish minutes, she managed to wind up straddling the attorney lap, Jill’s
talented touch driving her out of her mind. Cindy’s hands strained against the
cuffs, bruising her wrists as she struggled in vain to touch Jill’s pale skin.
In
the distance, Jill spotted two forms moving toward them. She quickened her pace,
her own breathing growing more irregular. “We’ve got company.”
The
knowledge was enough to send Cindy tipping over the edge. She hissed Jill’s
name as the attorney kissed her again, keeping her from crying out further and
alerting the police to their activities.
By
the time the doors opened, they were side by side again, the only outward sign
something had transpired their flushed cheeks and swollen lips. The officers
didn’t notice.
“You
two ladies just relax. We’ll have you to the station in no time.”
Jill
and Cindy both tried to bite back a laugh and couldn’t. The officer glanced in
his review mirror, confused.
“We’re
relaxed already, thanks,” Jill drawled as she let her head drop back against
the seat. That wasn’t completely true, she admitted, but she suspected it
would be once they made bail. Her face split into a wide grin.
****
An
hour later, Lindsay Boxer appeared outside the bars of their holding cell. She
looked at them both smugly. “I guess being a reporter and an attorney
doesn’t pay as well as it used to, huh? Gotta supplement the income?”
Cindy
smiled as her gaze met Jill’s through the bars. They were in separate cells,
which was probably a good thing, or they might have added additional charges to
the night’s growing list.
“You
going to make fun or are you going to let us out of here?” Jill stood and went
to the bars.
Lindsay
made her wait a beat before displaying the keys she’d been holding behind her
back. Jill shook her head as her friend unlocked the cell and let her out.
“That’s
what you get for going where I told you not to,” Lindsay drawled.
Cindy
stood and let her wrists rest between the bars. She was grateful her shirt had
sleeves long enough to cover the lurid bruises. “Did you… you did! You sent
those cops out to arrest us!”
Jill’s
blue eyes snapped to Lindsay’s busted expression. Lindsay expected to get
yelled at or punched, but instead she was kissed on the cheek. She blinked at
Jill in confusion.
“Thank
you,” the attorney said cryptically. She took the keys from Lindsay’s slack
hands and let Cindy out of the cell. She tossed the key ring back at the
inspector and smiled. “We free to go?”
Lindsay
watched them, baffled. Something was up but she couldn’t place what it was.
“Yeah, all the charges have been dropped.”
“Then
we have some things to finish up,” Cindy said with a straight face. She
exchanged a knowing look with Jill whose blue eyes danced with imagined
possibilities.
“Hey,
Linz?” Jill called just as they were leaving the precinct.
Lindsay
glanced up from the key ring she’d been studying with apparent fascination.
“Yeah?”
“Gotta
spare set of cuffs lying around?” Jill laughed as Cindy playfully shoved her
out the door into the night.
“I
am so missing something here,” the inspector said with a shake of her head.
End