DISCLAIMER: This story is the work of an over imaginative mind and the basic wish of many gay women who watch and enjoy certain television shows, to see a little v-vroom between two female characters. There is no indent to infringe on the copyright of NBC Universal Television or Dick Wolf. This entertainment does feature consensual sexual interaction between two females, so if you are underage or unable to view due to restrictions in your part of the world, be gone and take my sympathy with you. This tale telling is for entertainment only and not for profit.
WARNING: This story deals with the subject of rape and sexual violence.
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Fair Game
By D M Harper
Chapter 6
Kristen opened her eyes and drew in a deep breath. The blossomy scent of Connie filled her nostrils, causing her to moan deeply.
"Good morning Kris," came a soft voice from behind her.
"Hello, I need to get going. I have an appointment with Elizabeth and shouldn't you be getting ready for work?"
"I'm off until Monday," replied Connie as she slowly caressed the hard muscles of Kristen's stomach.
Kristen pressed back into Connie, "Connie, I'm sorry for my behaviour last night."
"I know you are and I am here for you," countered Connie before kissing the nape of Kristen's neck.
"That feels incredibly nice, but not a very good idea."
"I'm sorry Kris. The last thing you need is for me confusing you."
"Connie, there is no misunderstanding. I'm pretty messed up at the moment and need to work it all out. I'm seeing Elizabeth every morning for the next two weeks. I'm no good the way I am and what I did yesterday made me feel better, but I should never have jeopardised the case."
"You didn't, everything will be okay, but you need to make a move or you'll be late."
Kristen climbed out of bed and headed to the ensuite.
"I'm not involved with Cyrus," admitted Connie as she stretched and yawned.
Kristen stuck her head out past the doorjamb, "You're not?"
"No, I'm gay and don't make a habit of dating work colleagues."
"Oh," replied Kristen before disappearing and collecting her toiletries. She went to the other bathroom down the hall and returned minutes later.
Connie was still lying in bed and Kristen quickly dressed in black boot leg cut jeans, boots, blue tee and a purple fisherman's jumper, "You can go back to sleep if you like Connie, you look tired."
"I think I will and I'll be here waiting when you get back."
"Oh, all right, see you soon," said a weary Kristen.
Kristen took off her bike jacket and draped it over the back of the armchair and Elizabeth asked, "So how did you sleep?"
"I slept well for about five hours and didn't have a nightmare for the first time."
"That's very good progress."
"Unfortunately I got drunk beforehand."
Elizabeth's brows arched up her forehead, "And why was that?"
"I fell apart and didn't want to feel any more."
"How do you feel this morning?"
"I'm confused and unsure of myself."
"Do you know why?"
"Yes, I accept I stepped over the line with Yates, but I have no regrets although I have put the case against him on the line."
"Yes you have."
"The ADA let me have it, but I deserved it."
"Then why the confusion?"
"I'm falling in love and I don't think I'm in the position emotion wise to deal with it."
"Kris, we can't pick and choose when we fall in love."
Kristen chuckled, "I know, I guess I just need to let go and let them in. I'm scared of hurting her though."
"Are you afraid of being hurt too?"
"I'm terrified Liz, terrified of completely losing myself to her."
"How does she feel?"
"She stayed with me last night and held me until this morning. She told me she was gay and it's obvious she has feeling for me."
"How did you feel when you woke up?"
"It felt incredibly nice to have someone beside me again."
Elizabeth smiled, "Have you told this woman how you feel?"
"No, but I did admit I'm pretty messed up."
"Did that impact on her?"
"No, in fact she is at home sleeping and waiting for me."
Elizabeth checked her notes, "You haven't had a relationship since 1999?"
"True, I've only dated, but nothing serious."
"Is that because of your trust issues?"
"You know it is."
"Let me ask you this, is the woman you're attracted to aware of your near death and rape?"
"Yes she is."
"So she is willing to wait for you in spite of your experience?"
Kristen smiled at the possibility, "I didn't think about that aspect and that's a good thing."
"Yes it is Kris."
"She came back even after I treated her harshly."
"Tell me about that."
"She was mad at me and threatened to throw the book at me for assaulting Yates."
"I gather you are speaking about Connie Rubirosa."
Kristen's face lit up with the mention of her name, "Yes."
Smiling, Elizabeth admitted, "When she spoke to me last, she expressed genuine concern for you."
"Why can't I just let go and allow her in?"
"You know the reason behind your disinclination."
Kristen nodded, "Yeah I do, but I'm frustrated with it."
"Only you can change your point of view."
"I know and I need to talk to Connie."
"I think that is a big step in the right direction for you. Stop punishing yourself for something you had no control over."
"That's easier said than done Liz."
"Perhaps that is something we can work on."
"I think so."
"I'm glad you are open to the concept."
"I'm aware I need to make significant changes or I'll drown in all this darkness."
"Tell me about that feeling."
Kristen did and Elizabeth listened to her conflicting emotions for some time before Kristen looked at her watch, "I'm trying to adjust to being more open and I believe that is the end of our session."
Elizabeth giggled, "It is and I'll see you tomorrow."
Kristen stood and pulled on her jacket, "Bye Liz."
Opening the front door, Kristen entered her home and juggled the three paper bags of groceries before closing the door with a boot. Going into the kitchen, she took off her jacket and jumper and started to prepare bacon, eggs and pancakes.
Moments later Connie waltzed into the room, "Hello and something smells good. I hope you don't mind, but I borrowed more clothes."
Kristen smiled at the brunette, "Hi and I don't mind at all." She gazed at the woman wearing a pair of her cotton boxers and tee shirt and added, "You're a very beautiful woman Connie and I hope you're hungry."
Chuffed at the compliment, Connie closed the gap between them, "How was your session and I'm famished?"
"It went well and I'd like to talk to you about it after we've eaten."
"I'd like that Kris."
Kristen prepared two plates and handed one to Connie. The pair sat down at the breakfast nook and ate.
"Do you have any plans for today?" enquired Kristen six minutes later while collecting the plates and taking them to the sink.
"Kris, I asked for the rest of the week off because I wanted to be here for you."
A stunned Kristen could only manage a solitary, "Oh."
"You're not comfortable with people doing things for you, are you?"
"No, not really and it's kind of a new realm for me."
"I picked that up when you were in hospital."
"You were correct when you said I was independent," replied Kristen while starting on the dishes.
"That's not a bad thing."
"No, but it's come at a cost Connie."
"It has?"
"Yes, I haven't had a personal relationship since 1999."
"Wow that surprises me."
"I have an issue with trust and hold back my feelings. I've dated on and off, but not enough to form any attachments."
"So you're a hump and dump kind of girl?"
Kristen guffawed, "I was, but I ceased dating all together two years ago."
"My last long term relationship ended just before I joined District Attorneys Office back in 2004. We both wanted different things and Jessie ran when I mentioned moving in together, settling down and having children."
Kristen finished drying the last plate, "So you want the full ride?"
"I do."
"Have you always been open about your sexuality?"
"I have since I was thirteen, but back then I identified as bisexual. It wasn't until four years ago that I came to the conclusion I was more attracted to woman. My parents have been supportive and hope I settle down with a good woman soon."
Kristen smiled at the last sentence, "How long were you with Jessie?"
"Two years, we met at Harvard Law and my last girlfriend was with me for a year."
"Mine was four years."
"That's a long time." Connie stood and went to Kristen, "I'm not a player Kris and I know you are vulnerable, so I'll back off."
"You don't have to Connie; just give me a little room to get myself together." She took hold of Connie's left hand, "Come on, let's go get comfortable on the couch."
As the duo entered the living room, Connie's phone trilled and she picked it up off the counter, "Excuse me, it's Michael Cutter. Hello Mike."
"Morning Connie, Jack was just apprising me of the assault on Yates."
"There's nothing to substantiate his claim and it appears he is just looking to put himself in a better bargaining position."
"Okay, you sure you don't want to handle the trial?"
"I'm positive I want off the Yates case."
"All right, hang on Jack is trying to tell me something."
"Just go Mike I'll talk to you later."
"Okay, bye."
Kristen sat down on the three seater couch and Connie joined her, "You asked to be taken off the case?"
"Yes, I have a conflict of interest because I know you assaulted Yates. I understand why you did and can't even begin to understand what you have gone through. Ultimately, your behaviour was as a direct result of what Yates did to you and I can't be part of that in front of a Judge."
"I'm relieved to know you comprehend."
"I also excused myself because no matter how hard I try to fight it, I am extremely drawn to you and want to ask you out on a date."
Kristen looked into pools of brown, "I'm very attracted to you too, but the timing is all wrong."
"I know you are, you kind of hinted to the fact when you were in hospital and under the influence a drugged haze."
Kristen tittered for a moment, "My mouth was a little loose and why did you stop visiting me?"
"The professional boundaries rule and the fact I was extremely busy at the office."
Kristen giggled, "So now that is no longer an issue, what do you intend doing?"
"Wait for you to say yes to a date."
"Would you settle for some cuddling in the meantime?"
A hug smile graced Connie's face, "I certainly would."
Kristen stretched out and lay behind Connie while the brunette settled beside her, facing into her.
"This is nice," admitted the blonde with a grin.
"You're nice," purred Connie contently.
Reaching out, Kristen hugged Connie into her chest, "You are amazingly gorgeous."
"You have incredible abs," countered Connie.
"You have great legs."
"Mmm, so do you Kris."
Once the flattery ended, Kristen exhaled deeply then confessed, "Connie, I've chosen to live my life alone because of my parents and last relationship."
"I can relate to that. Sometimes our pasts regrettably govern our lives for a variety of reasons."
Smirking, Kristen replied, "In my case that's a definite yes."
"When you are ready to tell me about it, I'll be ready to listen."
"Thank you Connie. Please tell me about your family."
A smile spread across fine features, "My father Carlos is a doctor. When he first arrived in America from Spain, his medical credentials were not recognised by the AMA, so he had to go back to medical school and work as a nurse for ten years to finance his studies. My mother is a nurse and was originally from Mexico, so I am a mixture of both. My parents both work at St Mark's hospital and have been happily married for thirty-five years."
Kristen lightly brushed her right hand against Connie's high set cheek bone, "You're a stunning combination of both."
Connie's face heated with a blush, "Thank you. I have an older sister Theresa and she is married to Robert. It's her second marriage, the first was abusive as you know, but she survived and is now the happy mother of Christian, who is two. My brother Alexandro is two years younger than me and owns his own mechanical garage in Hawthorne, California. Alex has a wife Julia and they have two children. Monica is three and Joey is four."
"They all sound wonderful."
Connie touched Kristen's face, "I know both your parents are deceased."
"Yup, it was back in 1989."
From the grimace of pain on her face, Connie didn't press and changed the topic, "Ed called earlier to say he is dropping in after work and bringing dinner."
"Oh damn, I hope it doesn't have any of that vegetarian tofu in it. I hate that shit."
Connie broke into laughter, "I do too."
"Did you tell Ed what happened last night?"
"I called him before I came back into the house and told him. He was really concerned for you, but was relieved when I said I would stay with you."
"It's been ten years since I had a melt down like that," confessed Kristen with no hint of emotion.
Connie leaned in and kissed her forehead, "I'm really sorry you are going through all this."
"I am too, but I'm ever so glad to have you here with me."
"Me too and I didn't know you rode a motorbike," said Connie as she glanced at the brightly coloured leather jacket hanging off the armchair.
"I have done ever since I learnt to ride a trail bike at the age of ten," answered Kristen before yawning.
"How about you get some sleep," suggested Connie.
"That's a good idea, but will you come and lay with me in my bed? It will be more comfortable."
"All right," acquiesced Connie without further convincing.
Following her, Kristen removed her boots then her socks. Connie enjoyed the view, but turned away when Kristen pulled off her jeans.
Climbing into bed, the blonde waited for Connie to get comfortable before cuddling onto her chest, "Last night was the best sleep I have had in weeks."
"Good and how is your hip?"
"As good as new, I've been working out for the past two weeks without any trouble."
"That's great news. I'll be right here when you wake up."
"Why are you doing this for me?"
"I care for you Kris and I think you are worth the wait."
Calmed by Connie's words, Kristen softly spoke, "My father Malcolm was a Defence Attorney for an influential law firm and he treated my mother Jane as a trophy wife." She lowered her eyes then continued, "He used to abuse her verbally and physically."
Connie breathed in deeply, "That must have been hard for you to witness?
"It was excruciating and something no child should experience. My mother had no family and my father kept her isolated. The abuse was hidden well until he started on me. That was when my mother started to drink. My father was an alcoholic and my mother eventually became one too."
Tears collected in the corners of Connie's deep brown eyes, "That is terrible and oh so wrong."
Kristen nodded, "I was hit because I wasn't good enough. One time he broke my favourite toy because I left it lying in the backyard. I was three and bawled, so he hit me. He told me to toughen up and when my mother came to my defence, she ended up in hospital with a broken nose."
The tears Connie held back trickled down her face, "Oh god, you must have been terrified?"
Kristen dipped her head, "I was so mad at my mother for not saving me and I abhorred my father. I had no friends and had a very lonely childhood."
Connie ran her fingers through Kristen's ponytail, "Kris, I don't know what to say."
Kristen's mouth curled into a smile, "You don't have to say a word, you just being here is terrific. I'm very comfortable with you and want to talk."
"Did the abuse end before he passed away?"
"Yes it did. I was sixteen and accepted into Hudson University on an early educational scholarship, so I packed my bags and left. I never saw my parents again, but I called my mother a week later with the phone number of a shelter she could go to and get help. She didn't go and I never phoned her again. I had a job at a Veterinarian's that provided me with money and I looked after myself."
"Hence your independent attitude?"
"Yes and when my parents piled into their car after a company New Year's Eve party, my mother was the less drunk of the two and drove head first into a delivery truck. I inherited the house along with four hundred thousand dollars. Two months after the funeral I left college." Kristen covered her mouth and yawned.
"Go to sleep Kris."
Closing her eyes, Kristen slipped into a peaceful slumber while Connie watched over her.
Kristen woke with a fright, she'd dreamt of her father's cruelty and her heart was racing. Connie was asleep beside her and breathing deeply. Reaching out, Kristen traced the outline of the brunette's jaw with her index finger.
Connie stirred and blinked her eyes open, "Hi."
"You're so beautiful Connie."
"So are you."
"I guess we should get up and ready ourselves for Ed's visit."
Connie stretched her lean frame and rolled off the bed.
Kristen eyed her legs, "You really do have excellent legs."
"If you don't stop all this flattery, I'll get a swollen head. Will you be okay for a little while if I race home and pack a bag?"
"Of course I will, so you planning on staying a while?"
"I am unless you have an objection?"
"Oh no ma'am," answered Kristen while climbing out of bed.
"That's what I thought," retorted Connie before disappearing into the ensuite.
Kristen picked up the phone and organised to have the glass panel replaced in the shower in the morning. Going to the dresser, she fetched a pair of camouflage shorts and pulled them on. She straightened the bed covers then went into the bathroom down the hall.
Taking off the hair band, Kristen ran a brush through her long strands several times. The blonde tresses fall down past her shoulders and half way down her back. Brushing her teeth, she splashed some cold water on her face and felt more refreshed as she walked back down the hallway.
Connie turned while putting on her overcoat. She had redressed in her pants suit and was ready to leave. Her heart skipped a beat when Kristen came into view. Connie swore she was having a heart attack as her heart rate increased and her legs buckled. "Uhm, I'll see you soon. Do you need anything while I'm out?"
Kristen sauntered into the kitchen, "No thanks and drive safe."
Connie valiantly ignored the shiny pools of blue and the ache in her centre. She desperately wanted to kiss the alluring blonde, but common sense prevailed one more time. "Bye," she said as she rushed to open the door and race to her twenty-five year old silver BMW.
As Connie opened her front door and stepped into her house, her cell rang with Ed's tone. Closing the door, she set down her portfolio on the side table and reached for her phone, "Hello Ed."
"Connie, where are you?"
"I just walked into my place, why what's wrong?"
"Is Kris with you?"
"No, she is at home."
"Good, Cyrus and I are about ten minutes out from her place. Stay where you are and we'll be there shortly."
"Okay now you have me worried."
"Sorry Connie, there will be an unmarked police car arriving there soon to keep on eye on you. Yates escaped custody at the hospital ten minutes ago."
Drawing in a quick breath, Connie responded, "Oh dear god no."
"He's armed and both you and Kris are not safe."
"All right, what do you need me to do?" asked Connie calmly.
"Don't answer the door unless it's us and the same goes for your phone. Once we arrive, you'll be taken to the Precinct where we can keep an eye on you until the bastard's found."
"All right Ed."
"You know the routine, so sit tight. We should be there within thirty minutes."
Closing her phone, Connie raced into the bedroom, showered then dressed in boots, denim jeans, long sleeve dark blue buttoned shirt and a navy blue sweater. She packed an overnight bag then called her mother. Explaining the situation, she reassured Gabriella everything would be fine and would call again soon. Grabbing her laptop from the study, Connie placed it alongside her bag at the front door and waited.
Kristen stood stunned while Ed and Cyrus gave her the news. After regaining her senses, she ran to her bedroom, packed a bag, tossed on a sweater then collected her off duty weapon, holster and badge.
"You think he'll come after Connie?" she asked while securing the front door.
"I think you are the more likely candidate," answered Ed truthfully.
"He may just try to escape the City," reasoned Cyrus.
Climbing into the back of the Squad car, Kristen attached her badge and holster to her belt, "I'm pretty sure he will try to finish me off."
Ed peered around the seat at her, "It was you, wasn't it?"
"I don't think it's a good idea to admit to anything."
"You're right about that Kris. The bastard will be slow to move and every cop in the City is on alert."
"By the way," said Cyrus. "If you did happen to know anything about the assault of Yates, there is no way anyone wouldn't understand."
"Yeah right," replied Kristen dejectedly. She was upset that her actions had now put Connie at risk.
When the trio pulled up outside Connie's bungalow style house, Cyrus got out and spoke to the two officers positioned opposite the house. Ed went and collected Connie while Cyrus returned to the driver's seat.
"You do realise Connie has gone out on a limb for you?"
"Of course I do and I'll do what I can to protect her."
"A prisoner at Riker's has confessed to beating Yates, so you are off the hook."
"No I'm not Cyrus, not morally anyway. Putting Connie in danger is the last thing I wanted to do. If I hadn't acted so irrationally, none of this would be happening."
"Talk to her Kris, she'll understand. Connie has a lot of respect for you."
Ed opened the car door for Connie and she slid in beside Kristen, "Are you okay honey?" she asked with open concern.
Kristen burst into tears and hung her head in shame.
Ed swiftly closed the door and got into the front passenger seat.
Connie reached out for Kristen's hand and was crushed when the blonde pulled away.
Chapter 7
The journey to the two-seven was silent and once the quartet entered the Squadroom, Lieutenant Van Buren updated them on the manhunt.
"Yates was spotted twenty minutes ago sneaking out of his apartment building carrying a bag. He evaded capture and the tail lost him, but all indications are he is heading towards Queens. There is a team staking out Sergeant Stanton's house, so hopefully we'll nail the son of a bitch there."
"We'll get over there straight away Lieutenant," offered Ed.
"Okay and Connie and Kristen, you are free to make yourselves comfortable upstairs."
"Thank you Lieutenant," said Connie as she headed for the stairs. "If you need anything on the legal side of things, let me know."
"I will Connie."
"I'm really sorry about all this mess Lieutenant Van Buren," apologised Kristen.
"You had no idea Yates was going to do this Kris."
"Yeah," replied the blonde. She followed Connie up the stairs and sat on the couch. "I don't know what to say Connie. This is my fault."
Connie sat down beside her, "You had no way of knowing what he had planned."
"No, but I gave him the excuse and opportunity to escape. I never wanted to hurt you."
Connie smiled, "You haven't hurt me and I'm safe here. I want you to stop feeling guilty."
"But I am culpable Connie."
"Yes you are for assaulting that piece of shit, but it's understandable. The emotions you are dealing with are devastating, but you need to know Ed told me they located footage of Yates' return to Rikers. One of the hallway cameras clearly shows another prisoner attacking him. Yates' ribs were broken, that's why he went to hospital. Did you do that?"
Kristen was unable to meet Connie's eyes, "No, I punched him on the nose and jaw then kicked him in the nuts three times."
"There you go, the main camera actually blew a connection and they lost the feed. You are in the clear Kris, it wasn't your fault."
"I still did the wrong thing."
Connie put her arm around Kristen's shoulders, "It's going to be all right sweetie." She held her breath and hoped Kristen didn't pull away again. She didn't and the ADA reasoned, "I know you have a lot to deal with, but you need to relax."
"I'm about to jump through my skin."
Leaning in, Connie softly kissed the blonde's cheek, "Would you like me to see if I can organise Elizabeth to come see you?"
Kristen turned her head and finally looked at the ADA, "No, I'm fine and I'd rather talk with you."
Smiling, Connie responded, "I'm glad you are letting me in."
Kristen giggled, "It's the least I can do after all this crap I'm putting you through."
"Well, it certainly has been exciting." Connie kissed the top of Kristen's head, "I know this really isn't the right place, but you are absolutely stunning with your hair out."
Kristen raised her left hand and held Connie's chin, "You are right, it's not the right place, because if it was, I would kiss you and that wouldn't be fair on you."
Connie asked throatily, "Why?"
"Connie, I don't know if what I'm feeling for you is from the fact I am comforted by your sympathy and presence or something entirely different."
"I want to do a whole lot more than just kiss you Kris, maybe when this is all over, we can discuss it."
"Okay."
Kristen leaned back as Michael Cutter and Jack McCoy walked up the flight of stairs.
Connie stood and was taken aback when Michael embraced her, "Thank god you are safe. I was really worried when we got the call from Lieutenant Van Buren."
"I'm fine Mike and thank you both for your concern," replied Connie while pulling away.
Kristen stood and disappeared into the room containing several bunk beds. She took off her boots and jacket then lay down on the lower bed. Listening to the three Attorneys for a while, she closed her eyes and tried to wade through all the bullshit that was engulfing her.
Some twenty minutes later she heard Van Buren's voice, "Where's Kris?"
"In the crib," answered Jack.
Kristen stood, put on her shoes and jacket then walked out, "What's up Loo?"
"They've got Yates in custody."
"That's excellent news. Where did they nab him?"
"Over at your house. He was spotted breaking into the back of your garage by the surveillance team."
"It's over then?" asked Cutter.
"Yes," answered Van Buren.
"Come on Connie, I'll take you home," offered Michael.
"Kris, it's not all good news I'm afraid," said Van Buren. "The bastard set fire to your place."
Kristen waivered for a second, "As long as everyone is okay, I just don't care."
"I'll drive you home Kris," recommended the Lieutenant.
"I'll come with you," said Connie. "Thanks for the offer Mike, but I need to be with Kris."
Mike's brows inched up his forehead, "You sure?"
"I'm very sure and thanks for being a good friend."
The three women rushed out of the building and Lieutenant Van Buren put on the siren as the Squad car sped towards Queens.
As Van Buren pulled up outside the cordoned off area, the trio was confronted with a plethora of emergency vehicles. Two fire fighters were reeling in fire hoses while several RMPs surrounded the taped off section.
Kristen jumped out of the car and waited for Connie and Van Buren. She scanned her burnt out garage and the smouldering remains of her motorbike, workbench and storage cabinets. Spotting Ed, she rushed over, "Is everyone all right?"
"Yes honey," he replied as he hugged her. "Yates was the only one injured. The Fire Chief said your house is fine, just a little dirty and smoke affected. The guys contained the blazed before it jumped, but it will be a couple of days before you'll be able to stay in it."
"Okay, I can live with that."
Connie silently moved in behind Kristen, "You can stay at my house."
Turning, Kristen smiled, "To my rescue again?"
Connie grinned, "It would seem so honey."
"Where is Yates?" asked Kristen before glancing back at Connie and smiling at her use of a word of endearment in public.
"He should be at Central being booked then his sorry ass is back to Rikers."
"What injuries did he sustain?" enquired Kristen.
"He slipped and fell down a couple of times while he was attempting to resist arrest," replied Ed sardonically.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that Detective," quipped Connie. "Come on let's get you settled Kris. Ed would you like to join us for dinner?"
"Thanks for the offer Connie, but I've got paperwork to complete. I'll get one of the uniforms to drop you home."
"Thanks Ed," mumbled a slightly numb Kristen.
Connie rested her hand on the small of her back, "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, me too," wept Kristen reflectively.
After showering, Kristen slipped on a pair of plaid boxers and an old NYPD tee shirt. Padding out to the kitchen, her nostrils were hit with the fragrant odour of Jasmine rice and curry.
Connie was standing at the centre counter and serving two plates of curried chicken.
"That smells divine," announced Kris while moving in closer.
"Come sit down and eat."
Kristen took a seat at the bench and took hold of a fork, "I like the design of your home."
"Thank you, I bought if five years ago."
After chewing, Kristen said, "This is really good Connie."
"I'm glad you approve."
"So tell me about your last girlfriend."
"I met Amy at a five day conference in Chicago three years ago. We had a few drinks then I discovered she lived in California. We kept in touch until she took a job here in New York with a law firm. We hooked up and dated on and off for twelve months before she returned to California."
"You weren't interested in a long distance relationship?"
"Oh no, neither of us were. I mean, I really liked Amy, but she wasn't really who I was looking for in a long term partner."
"Have you dated since then?"
"I've had the occasional dinner, but nothing serious."
Kristen swallowed before saying, "My last girlfriend was Hayley Knowles. We met in 1992 while stationed together in Somalia during Operation Restore Hope."
Connie nearly dropped her fork, "You were in the Military?"
"Yes, I joined up in 1990 after my parents died."
Connie's forehead furrowed, "I did not read that in your file."
"It should have been in the final section. Anyway, Hayley and I were together for four years and when we were shipped back to the States, I told her I wanted to resign and live an open relationship."
"You hid your relationship for that long?"
"Yes, under the threat of being booted out Hayley eventually chose the Military over me."
"Good god, that had to have hurt."
Kristen's eyes welled up, "It did and I suffered an emotional breakdown when I learnt Hayley was engaged to some Army Captain and promoted to Staff Sergeant ten months later. She is still is the Service and is now a Sergeant Major."
"Jesus Kris, I am sorry."
"I fell apart when Hayley showed up at my doorstep to tell me all about her fiancé and how I had coerced her into a lesbian relationship."
Brown eyes widened, "You coerced her?"
Kristen laughed, "No, she came onto me and asked me out to a local cafe for dinner. We concealed our relationship until we were both transferred to Camp Pendleton, California in 1995."
"Was it just the fear of being open that ended the relationship for Hayley?"
"No and although we were a couple, we maintained separate apartments. When I broached the subject of being tired of a closeted lifestyle, Hayley started coming up with excuses why she couldn't spend time with me. I was shipped back to Somalia for six months to assist with the withdrawal of troops and when I returned, I resigned four months later and left Hayley behind."
Connie finished eating, "So if you were over her, why the breakdown?"
Kristen sneered, "When Hayley turned up at my place she told me she had been seeing Damien while I was overseas. There she was sending me mushy e-mails and fucking some dude at the same time."
"Oh sweetie that is not right."
Shrugging her shoulders, Kristen stood up and collected the plates, "When I told Hayley she was a liar and cheat, she punched me in the mouth. She left and I lost the plot. That's when I started to see Elizabeth and we worked through my feelings of betrayal, hurt and anger."
Standing up, Connie moved to the side of Kristen and placed her hands on the blonde's waist and back, "How anyone could hurt you is beyond my scope of reasoning. You are loyal, fierce and so god damn good looking."
Kristen rested her head against Connie's, "You are very sweet to say so."
Remembering her promise to wait for Kristen, Connie asked, "Would you like some ice cream?"
"Sure, ice cream makes everything better," answered Kristen before stepping away.
Connie sighed softly, "I'm sorry for crowding you Kris."
"It's fine," Kristen replied while making a start on the dishes.
"I'll just go call my parents and let them know what has happened."
"Good idea and I'll meet you in the living room for ice cream."
"You've got a deal, I won't be long."
Connie returned to find Kristen curled up on the couch and fast asleep. Fetching a blanket from the back of the couch, Connie threw it over her, turned off the lights then got ready for bed.
Connie strolled into the living room after taking a long shower and was surprised to find the couch empty and the blanket neatly folded on the end of the armchair. Checking the other bathroom, she was disappointed Kristen wasn't present. Going into her bedroom, Connie retrieved a sweater and made her way to the kitchen.
She found a note on the counter and the coffee maker on. Sitting on a stool she read the handwritten note:
Good morning Connie,
Thank you for dinner, it's my turn tonight.
I have a few things to take care of after my appointment with Elizabeth, so will see you around noon. By the way, your couch is very comfortable.
Kris.
Smiling at the message, Connie made herself some breakfast before heading to the gym.
Chapter 8
The first thing Kristen did when she returned home was organise a contractor to clean the house and a builder to demolish the burnt out garage. After salvaging what she could, Kristen grabbed an outfit for a night out before returning to Connie's.
Connie raced to the door when she heard the sound of a vehicle in the drive. Opening the door, she grinned at Kristen as she stepped out of the brand new dark blue Dodge Ram truck, "I see you have been shopping."
Kristen looked over to the brunette, "I have and I also bought a new bike, but it won't be ready until Monday." Reaching for a bunch of purple roses on the front seat, she added, "I got you these in appreciation for all you have done."
Connie took the offered roses, "They're beautiful."
Collecting her clothes, Kristen closed the truck door, "Would you like to go out with me for dinner tonight?"
Smiling at Kristen's initiative, Connie replied, "I would love to."
"Good, I have a contractor coming to my house tomorrow to start building a new garage, so I'll be there after I see Elizabeth."
"That sounds like you are well organised."
"I want to get back home as soon as possible without having to listen to construction work going on in the background."
Kristen took Connie to a secluded Italian restaurant several blocks from her house. The night was pleasant with good food and lots of laughter.
When the couple returned home to Connie's three hours later, Kristen retired to the couch and Connie to her bedroom.
The following evening, Kristen asked Connie to the movies and a late dinner. Then on Friday, Connie took Kristen dancing after dining on Chinese at a local restaurant.
On Saturday Connie received a visit from her parents after Kristen went home to her house was given the third degree by both and blushed several times from embarrassment.
"So this woman, she treats you well?" asked Carlos.
"Yes she does dad."
"When do you intend introducing her to us?" enquired Gabriella.
"Don't be rushing things mom, we've only been out three times."
"Yes, but you have a sparkle in your eyes Consuela," pointed out her father.
Giggling, Connie replied, "You two are hopeless romantics." Connie's cell phone rang, "Excuse me it's Kris." She went into the living room and grabbed her phone off the coffee table, "Hello Kris."
"Hi Connie, I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me tonight?"
"Sounds wonderful, but my parents are here visiting."
"Do they know about me?"
"Yes."
"Well you better invite them to dinner too. Seven o'clock my place and I miss you."
Surprised by Kristen's admission, Connie blurted out, "Oh I miss you too. I got used to being around you."
"I did too, I'll see you later."
"Bye Kris."
Kristen closed her phone, collected her car keys and went grocery shopping."
When Connie pulled into Kristen's drive behind the Dodge truck, Carlos asked, "So Kristen lost everything in her garage?"
"Not quite. Apparently she managed to save some belongings that were stored in the cabinets."
"And this fellow that did these awful things to her, you gave up prosecuting him?"
"Yes dad, I'm too involved with Kris to be objective."
The three family members alighted from the BMW and walked to the front stairs.
"How does Kristen feel about that?" asked Gabriella.
"She is very grateful." Connie rang the doorbell and was greeted by a denim jeans and loose fitting, purple polo shirt glad Kristen. Her hair was out and Connie took a second to admire the stunning blonde.
Kristen extend her hand, "Hello Sir, it's a pleasure to meet you, come on in."
Carlos approved of the firm hand shake, "The pleasure is mine and I was saddened to hear about your garage."
"It was a small price to pay Sir." She held her hand out to Connie's mother, "Mrs Rubirosa, nice to meet you."
Gabriella smiled brightly, "Hello, you have a lovely home and thank you for inviting Carlos and me to dinner."
"My pleasure," replied Kristen before hugging Connie and whispering into her ear, "You look fabulous."
Connie shivered at the words, "So do you."
After taking Connie's parents on a tour of the three bedroom house, Kristen organised drinks for everyone and poured herself an apple juice.
"Connie tells us you also had to buy a new motorbike," remarked Carlos while taking a seat beside his wife on the couch.
"Yes Sir, she's under some tarpaulin beside the back decking. The new garage should be up by next Friday." Kristen made to leave the room, "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll just check on dinner."
"It smells very nice," commented Gabriella.
Kristen left and Gabriella cooed, "Oh Connie, she is absolutely charming."
"And quite the looker," added Carlos with a nod of approval.
Connie grinned broadly, "Yes she is."
Kristen returned moments later and announced, "Dinner is ready."
Two hours later, everyone was seated in the living room and Carlos asked to see Kristen's bike. She led him down the hall and out onto the rear porch. Descending the stairs, Kristen lifted the grey tarp off the bike and revealed a new Kawasaki ZX.
Carlos whistled, "Very nice Kristen."
"Yeah, I've always preferred two wheels to four, but thought it was a good time to buy a truck."
"I hope you don't mind, but Connie has told us about what happened."
"It's okay Sir. I know Connie is close to you and your wife."
"I am an old fashioned father Kristen, so I'll ask the question. What are your intentions concerning my daughter?"
Kristen rearranged the cover over the bike, "At the moment, we are getting to know each other and building a solid friendship."
"Is friendship all you are looking for?"
"Yes Sir. I am not in a position to go beyond that at this stage. I have a lot to deal with emotionally and don't want to complicate matters. Connie and I have discussed the issue."
"I appreciate your honesty."
"Connie has given me tremendous support and I admire that about her."
"I do too, she has a good heart."
"I agree Sir."
The pair entered the house and Angela announced, "We should be getting home Carl, we have breakfast with Theresa and the boys in the morning."
Connie stood and her father patted her on the shoulder, "You stay, we'll call a cab."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," replied her father with a nod.
Once Connie's parents climbed into the taxi, Kristen asked, "Would you like some coffee?"
"Only if you are having one," answered Connie as the couple returned inside.
"I like your folks Connie," confessed Kristen while turning on the kettle.
"They like you too and please tell me dad didn't pull the old intentions line on you?"
Kristen smiled crookedly, "Okay, I won't."
Connie slumped over the counter in mock shame, "Oh just let me apologise."
Caressing Connie's lower back, Kristen replied, "There is no need to and I told him the truth."
Straightening up, Connie pulled the blonde into her arms, "Thank you."
"You are welcome," responded Kristen before stepping out of the clinch.
After coffee, Kristen commented, "It will feel strange not having you around tonight while I sleep."
Connie's left brow arched, "Is that your way of asking me to stay?"
Smirking, Kristen replied, "Yes, I don't think I'm ready to be on my own just yet."
Chuffed by the words, Connie enquired, "Are you saying your independence has a chink in the armour?"
Giggling, Kristen answered, "Yes and I'm comfortable enough to admit it."
Connie stood and looked down at the still smiling blonde, "In that case, I'll need to borrow some sleepwear and that toothbrush again."
Getting to her feet, Kristen headed for the hallway, "Lucky for you my clothes fit."
"Well your boxers do, but my upper body is not as defined as yours."
Kristen decided to tease the ADA a little, "Oh so you have been checking me out?"
"Of course I have, it's hard not to."
Kristen grinned at the reply and entered her bedroom. She knew Connie wanted a physical relationship, but she wasn't ready for intimacy. That was another issue she had to contend with during her sessions with Elizabeth. Her thoughts were interrupted by Connie entering the room.
"If you tell me where you keep your spare blankets, I'll sleep on the couch."
"Oh I was hoping you'd stay with me."
Connie bit down on her lower lip, "I don't think that would be a good idea."
Realising the meaning behind the words, Kristen agreed, "Okay, in the hallway closet next to the bathroom, but you do know I have two other bedrooms you could use."
Connie giggled, "I forgot."
Kristen handed Connie a pair of cotton boxers and a black tee shirt, "I'm sorry about the frustration."
Giggling again, Connie replied, "I have to admit it's not ideal, but I fully understand."
"Is it bad?"
Connie headed down the hall, "Believe me, you have no idea."
Taking her time in the shower, Connie returned to the kitchen to find Kristen taking a tablet. "Are you in pain?"
"No, it's just a little something to help me sleep. The nightmares are back."
"Damn it, I'm sorry to hear that Kris."
Shrugging her shoulders, Kristen closed the refrigerator door and turned off the light, "Thank you for staying, I feel much better knowing you are just down the hall."
Taking the blonde's right hand, Connie led her to her bedroom, "How about I lie with you until you fall asleep?"
A grateful Kristen replied, "That would be nice."
After Connie settled on her left side, she draped her arm around Kristen's abdomen and Kristen nestled in and interlocked her fingers with Connie's.
"What changed your mind?" Kristen asked.
"You did, I think it's unfair that you have to suffer through nightmares again. It makes me so mad when I think about what that fucker did to you."
Kristen tittered into her pillow.
"What's so funny?"
"I never thought I'd hear a good Catholic girl like you swear like that."
"Oh, I usually curse when I'm upset and we don't need to discuss the other reason."
"Uhm, I guess not. Did you have a nice night?"
"Yes I did and you are an excellent cook."
"I had to learn otherwise I would have starved."
"Are you tired yet?"
"A little, it takes the pill about fifteen minutes to work."
"Good," commented Connie while slowly caressing Kristen's rippled stomach muscles.
"That is very relaxing Connie."
"Uh huh, you have an excellent body."
"So do you," countered Kristen softly as she struggled to stay awake. "Goodnight Connie."
"Sweet dreams sweetie."
"Mmm, I like it when you call me that."
"I do too sweetie."
Connie stayed for another ten minutes before retiring to the bedroom next door. She tossed and turned with sexual frustration for over twenty minutes before giving in to the arousal and bringing herself to release. Sleep arrived quickly as did dreams of Kristen.
The ADA was roused from slumber by a chill curdling scream echoing down the hall. Jumping out of bed, she ran into Kristen's room to find the blonde sitting up and rocking back and forth while hugging a pillow. Without speaking, she slid in between the covers and pulled Kristen onto her chest.
Kristen was crying softly and shivering as Connie gently stroked her shoulder and whispered, "I'm right here sweetie, go back to sleep."
Kristen stopping weeping moments later, "Thank you."
"I wish I could do more to help."
"You are helping me Connie, more than you know."
"You do realise I am back to work Monday?"
Kristen snuggled in closer, "I know and I'll miss having you here."
"I'll miss you too, but I am glad you asked me out."
"Connie, are you okay with that?"
"Yes Kris, I've already told you I'm fine with you setting the pace."
Kristen inhaled deeply, "The nightmare is about what Yates did to me, except I am conscious."
"I know sweetie." Connie felt the hot tears fall onto her shirt, "I wish I could take it away."
The sobbing increased, "Why did he have to do it?"
"He wanted power over you and he thought you were dying. He wanted to degrade you as his final act of depravity against you."
"He succeeded," whispered Kristen in a broken voice. "He should never have gotten the drop on me."
"Kris, it's not your fault. You were focused on apprehending Timber."
"I should have defended myself."
"He fucking attacked you from behind sweetie and stabbed you twice. You were lucky to have survived darling."
"I'm so scared Connie," admitted Kristen tearfully.
"What of baby? He can't hurt you anymore."
"He's taken my feelings, I'm numb."
"Kris it will come back, just give it time."
"What if I can't feel sexually again?"
"We'll work it out together sweetie, I'm not going anywhere."
Kristen replied with a soft snore. Connie pulled the comforter up over the blonde's shoulders and continued to caress her gently until she fell asleep.
Connie remained with Kristen the following night and was relieved when she slept through without the nightmare. Connie snuck out of the house and left Kristen a note before driving to her home in Fieldston, showering, eating breakfast then travelling the twenty-seven minute trip into the office. She was greeted by Jack and she told him about Kristen's slow recovery.
Ten minutes later, Mike walked into her office, "Welcome back Connie."
"Thanks Mike. I believe I owe you an explanation regards the Yates case."
"Speaking of that, I'm off to court for the start of the trial. I'll be calling Sergeant Stanton to the stand on Wednesday. Ballistics confirmed Yates was only four feet away when he shot Timber from a straight on position and DNA tests prove it was his semen in the condom located at the scene. The lab also collected vaginal secretions matching the Sergeant's off Yates' gloves."
Tears filled Connie's eyes, "I just wish the bastard would plead out."
"That won't happen unless we drop the death penalty."
"I don't want Kris to have to go through her testimony in front of that prick. He'll just get off on it."
"More than likely Connie, you can always seat second chair."
"No Mike, I can't. I'm too close to your main witness."
With raised brows, Mike enquired, "Has she affected you that much?"
"Yes she has."
"You being friends with her shouldn't jeopardise the integrity of her testimony."
"Kris and I are more than friends."
"Pardon, what does that mean?"
"I'm in love with her."
"What?" exclaimed a bewildered EADA.
"I've fallen in love with Kris."
"But you're not gay."
"I am Mike."
"Uhm I, well, I didn't know. Does Kris feel the same way?"
"She's fairly messed up at the moment Mike and unsure of her feelings, but I'm prepared to wait for her to recover."
"I wish you luck Connie and fully understand your position."
"Thanks, that means a lot to me."
Michael looked at his watch, "I better go fetch Jack and head to court."
Kristen found the note from Connie when she woke a little past seven-thirty. It was attached to the ensuite mirror and made her smile when she read the elegant handwriting.
Good morning Kris,
Have a good session with Elizabeth and I'll see you tonight.
I'll cook dinner, so be at my place by seven.
By the way, I'm happy there were no nightmares.
Hugs, Connie.
P.S. If you need me I'll be in my office for most of the day.
Taking a lengthy shower, Kristen was surprised to have visions of a naked Connie. Arousal slowly evaded her senses and she smiled broadly with relief. She broached the subject with Elizabeth during their appointment and the Psychiatrist agreed it was a good sign of progress.
Kristen retuned home feeling more confident and had just stepped through the entrance when her cell phone rang with an unknown number. She answered after two rings, "Hello."
"Hello Kristen, Mike Cutter."
"Oh what can I do for you Sir?"
"I'm just calling to ask if you could come into the office at five this afternoon and go over your testimony for Wednesday."
"Sure I'll see you then." Closing the phone, Kristen shut the front door then took a nap before heading into the City.
Chapter 9
Connie looked up and smiled at the flower delivery guy standing in the doorway.
"Miss Rubirosa?" he enquired.
"That's me." She stood and took the floral arrangement. Placing it on her desk, she removed the card and grinned.
Good afternoon Counsellor,
I hope your day is going well.
Thank you for the great night's sleep and the dinner invite.
See you at seven,
Kris xxx
Returning to her desk chair, Connie finished the depositions she had been working on then prepared for a scheduled sentence hearing.
After successfully arguing for a fifteen to twenty year sentence, Connie made her way back to the DA's Office and was taken aback when she saw Kristen standing in the corridor outside Mike's office. Her heart stopped beating and the sexual arousal hit her hard. Kristen was wearing bike leathers and Connie swooned and nearly fainted when the object of her desire glanced her way. The blonde smiled seductively and winked before disappearing into the office.
To say Connie was flustered was an underestimation. Her heart was racing and her legs felt wobbly as she entered her office. "Good god that woman is delicious and irresistible," she thought while packing her leather briefcase with the next day's files.
Needing to steady her pounding libido, Connie sat down behind her desk, it didn't work. She had visions of the striking blonde strutting into her office and crawling across the desk. Her desirous thoughts were interrupted when Jack stuck his head into the doorway.
"Hey Connie, how did the Ramsey hearing go?"
"Oh Jack. Yes uhm, fifteen to twenty with no recommendation of parole."
Smiling broadly, Jack said, "Well done. Are you okay? You look a little red faced."
"I'm fine Jack." Connie stood and withdrew a bottle of water from the bar fridge.
"Good. Oh by the way, the Yates case got off to a good start. He sacked his counsel and Judge Davis is allowing him to conduct his own defence."
Connie was alarmed by the result, "Damn, that means he'll be able to question and cross examine Kris."
Frowning, Jack asked, "Don't you think Sergeant Stanton will be capable of handling the questioning?"
"Jack, she has been through so much already and I don't expect Yates to be kind to her. The Judge should have insisted he seek counsel. Yates will have a bloody field day with Kris and it will be detrimental to her overall recovery."
"It's not going well?"
"She is plagued by nightmares most nights and at other times feels guilty because she didn't fight back. He really broke her Jack and for such an independent person, it's a struggle for her to cope."
"But it's not her responsibility. What he did was heinous and cowardly."
"I know, but he has really done some damage and not just physically."
Jack noted the tears, "You care for her?"
"Yes and it breaks my heart to think of what that animal will do to her on the stand."
Patting Connie on the shoulder, Jack offered, "Mike and I will protect her. We won't allow Yates to hurt her."
"Thank you Jack, I appreciate it."
"I believe Kris is in Mike's office now."
"Yes she is."
Kristen sat in disbelief at the statement Cutter had just made, "So you are telling me Yates is going to be asking me questions about what he did to me?"
"Unfortunately that's correct."
"Is the Judge a complete moron? Yates will be in all his perverted glory. It's bad enough I have to be in the same room as him, now I get to have my rapist and would-be-killer in my face."
Mike felt bad about the situation and could see how upsetting it was for Kristen, "I'm sorry, but Jack and I both argued the point with Judge Davis. He couldn't be swayed from his decision."
"Are we done?"
"Yes."
Standing, Kristen gathered her jacket and helmet then stormed out of the office. She knew enough to know she was on the cusp of having an anxiety attack and wanted to avoid it. She pulled on her jacket as Jack and Connie entered the foyer. With steely blue eyes, Kristen looked at the ADA and snarled, "Sorry, but I won't be able to make it tonight."
Connie had no time to reply as Kristen opened the fire stair's door and took off running. "Fuck," she finally uttered while Jack pressed the elevator call button.
Kristen's vision was blurred by tears as she pounded down the stairs and out into the cold air. Running to her bike, she slid onto the seat, put on her helmet and gunned the motor.
Connie stood on the sidewalk and watched hopelessly as the woman she loved sped off and manoeuvred through the traffic at a frantic pace.
"Come on, I'll buy you a drink," offered Jack.
Kristen turned into the gas station and pulled up beside the bowsers. Taking off her helmet, she secured it to the rear of the seat before standing.
After refuelling, she went and paid then rode another ten minutes before pulling into a Motel. She rented a room for two nights then walked across the road to the all night drug store to purchase toiletries, underwear and two tee shirts and socks.
Once Kristen finished eating a burger at the nearby diner, she returned to her room and took a long hot bath. Slipping naked into bed, she reached for her phone and called Elizabeth.
"Kris," replied a sleepy voice. "What's wrong?"
Kris explained what had happened in Cutter's office.
"Okay, we've discussed the fact you would have to face your attacker one day in court. How are you feeling?"
"Tired, I've just ridden non-stop along the highway."
"Where are you?"
"Buffalo."
"Buffalo, are you all right?"
"Yes Liz, I think I blew all the anger out."
"I guess this means you won't be making your appointment in the morning?"
"You got it. I'm going to stay up here until Wednesday morning then ride back in time for court."
"Are you sure you are going to be okay on your own?"
"Yes, Yates is not going to have any control over me anymore Liz. I'm not going to enable him. I'm done with being the broken, defenceless victim. I'm taking back control of my life and that bastard can't hurt me anymore."
"Well done Kris, I'm proud to hear you say that."
"Yeah, it took the freezing air in my face to snap me out of it. I'm not scared anymore and have rediscovered my strength."
"Again, you have done well. We'll speak about it on Thursday."
"Yes we will and thanks Elizabeth, thanks for everything."
"You're welcome, now get some sleep."
"Goodnight."
Elizabeth put down her phone.
"Is everything okay honey?"
"Yes, one of my patients just had a major breakthrough."
"That's good news," replied ex-Detective Mike Logan as he pulled Elizabeth back into the comfort of his arms.
Kristen pressed the call button and waited. After three rings Connie groggily answered.
"You better be calling to tell me you are all right?"
"I'm fine honey."
Connie sat up, "Did you just call me honey?"
Kristen giggled, "Yes I did, you don't approve?"
Sighing, Connie reclined onto the pillows, "I most certainly do approve."
"Have you been drinking?"
"Yes, I was upset when you took off and Jack took me to drinks and dinner. Oh baby, I was so worried about you."
"I'm sorry Connie, but I just needed to sort it out."
"Have you?"
"Yes honey, I have. Yates can question me all he wants; I'm not going to break. I'm stronger than that and won't crumble."
"Oh I am so happy to hear that Kris."
"Listen, I won't be back there until early Wednesday morning. I'm not due in court until ten, so I'll be riding home earlier."
"Where are you?"
"I'm in a nice Motel in Buffalo."
"Buffalo? You really did go for a ride."
"Yeah, it's an adrenalin thing, makes me think clearer."
"I miss you."
"I miss you too Connie and I'm so sorry."
"As long as you are all right, it's okay sweetie."
"I apologise for the frustration you have endured."
"I've got it covered."
Kristen giggled, "You do?"
"Yes, but I would prefer you."
A heat permeated Kristen's centre, "Oh god, me too honey."
"Did you just admit you are horny?"
"I did and I'm anxious to make love to you."
Connie groaned, "Oh god, me too."
"Oh I really need to get off this phone now. I'll see you Wednesday."
Connie tittered, "Okay sweetie, goodnight."
Kristen jumped out of bed, dressed then packed. After dropping off the room key, she took off and sped all the way back to Queens.
Connie was brushing her hair when the phone rang, "Hello sweetie."
"Good morning honey, how are you feeling?"
"I'm better now I'm talking to you."
Walking into the kitchen, Connie replied, "Jack gave me a late start, so I'm not going in until ten. We have three hours to talk."
"That sounds wonderful darling."
"Mmm, I like it when you sweet talk me."
"I'm sorry it's taken me this long."
"It was worth the wait."
"You are worth more darling."
"If you don't stop with the flattery, I'll be standing in a pool of wet in my kitchen."
Kristen playfully taunted, "Wet? What kind of wet?"
"You know the kind that builds up when you desire someone and want them badly."
"Oh the kind I have right now for you."
"Oh Kris please don't tease me. I don't think I can handle much more."
Kristen's voice grew husky, "I'm not teasing you Connie, I want you."
"Oh Kris, I want you too. When I saw you yesterday outside Mike's office I swear I nearly fainted."
Laughing softly, Kristen said, "You are so beautiful."
Leaning against the counter, Connie gripped the edge with her right hand, "Kris, I need you."
"Then you shall have me."
"I can't believe I am in my kitchen at six in the morning about to have phone sex."
"Honey, you aren't having phone sex."
"What, but you just said?"
"Connie, open your front door."
"You're here?" blurted out Connie excitedly.
"Yes, but I need a shower first, I have bugs in my hair."
Connie laughed then put down the phone. Opening the door, she found a dusty Kristen holding coffee and pastries.
"Good morning and I really do need that shower."
"I am so glad to see you," said Connie before closing the door.
Kristen walked into the kitchen, "This is for later, but first things first. I need to clean up then take you to bed."
"For god's sake hurry up," directed Connie. "And you look great." She ushered Kristen down the hall and sat on the bathroom counter top.
Kristen placed the toiletries bag beside her, "I really want to kiss you right now."
"Less talk, more undressing."
Unpopping her jacket, the blonde slipped it off and Connie took it from her and said, "You have great arms."
"You have great legs," replied Kristen while unclasping her boots.
Connie ran her hands down Kristen's back, "Oh god you're magnificent."
Slipping out of her bike boots, Kristen straightened up, "You have a nice touch."
Leaning over, Connie popped the stud on Kristen's pants and pulled down the zipper, "I thought I'd help out a little."
Kristen snuggled into Connie's neck, "I'm sorry."
Cupping her head, Connie whispered, "It's going to be all right."
Without moving position, Kristen pulled down her trousers and briefs. She kissed the side of Connie's neck then urged, "Please touch me."
Connie groaned and embraced Kristen, "Are you sure about this?"
In reply, Kristen kissed up along the column of Connie's throat then captured her lips in a searing kiss.
Connie's hands reached for the band in Kristen's hair and removed it as the kiss intensified. She opened her mouth and groaned as her hands threaded through long blonde strands.
As the couple's tongues explored, Kristen cupped her hands under Connie's breasts. With gentle caresses, she massaged the rounded swells.
Connie's head was swimming and she needed release. Breaking away from Kristen's incredible lips, she locked eyes with her, "Shower now!"
Smiling, Kristen stepped back and pulled off her tee shirt and bra.
Connie took in the naked woman and remarked, "Oh sweetie, you are so beautiful. I'll meet you in bed."
"I won't be long darling."
Connie jumped off the counter and pulled off her tee shirt.
Kristen's eyes widened, "Very nice honey."
Slipping off her boxers, Connie revealed a toned, flat stomach and hairless mons pubis.
Kristen moaned and reached out to the counter to steady her trembling, "Well, that's me done."
Connie giggled, "I don't think so sweetie." She exited the room with a swagger.
Kristen swore she had never seen a more perfect woman. She stepped into the shower and quickly washed. After drying off, she brushed her teeth then ran into the bedroom.
Connie was propped up against the pillows with her legs crossed at the ankles.
Swallowing hard, Kristen strutted over and climbed onto the bed and settled above her.
Connie took Kristen's head between her hands and drew her lips to hers. The kiss was soft and tender as Kristen slowly eased herself onto Connie's frame.
Connie uncrossed her legs and allowed Kristen to settle between them. She moaned when she felt their centres touch.
Placing her hands on either side of Connie's hips, Kristen held her torso slightly apart from Connie's. Their erect nipples grazed against each other and Kristen felt an increase of moisture between the folds of her labia. She kissed Connie harder and slowly pressed her wetness into her lover's.
Connie shifted slightly so her clitoris could feel the full impact of the friction.
Kristen groaned again as their kiss continued. She set a comfortable tempo and Connie raked her fingernails down Kristen's spine as her climax built. Her legs started to tremble and Kristen pulled back her lips. Her blue eyes focused on Connie's pools of deep brown and tiny spasms gripped her body.
"Oh god Kris, you feel so incredible," mumbled Connie, her eyes closing for a second. Her heart melted when she saw the tears fall from the corners of Kristen's eyes.
The blonde sucked on her bottom lip and lifted her head back, "I ... oh god ... you ... beautiful."
Reaching for her lover's shoulder's Connie said, "Faster baby, I'm nearly there."
Kristen looked at her and smiled, "I love you Connie." Increasing the rhythm, she started to fall into her own climax.
Connie gasped and dug her nails into Kristen's shoulder blades, "Oh fuck Kris, I love you too." Her body tensed and tears sprang from her eyes. "So much, I love you so much."
Kristen climaxed hard and seized Connie's mouth in a fevered kiss. The kiss continued until both their bodies stopped convulsing.
Connie looked into blue eyes and questioned, "Are you all right?"
"I'm great and you are wonderful."
Breathing deeply, Connie declared, "That was brilliant."
Kristen slid downwards, "That was just the foreplay." Lowering her mouth over the pert breast she moaned when Connie arched up to meet her.
It was two hours later when Kristen spooned into the back of Connie and gently kissed the olive skin of her shoulder. "I love you Connie," she mumbled tiredly.
"I love you too and you must be exhausted?"
"I'm okay honey. I can go three days straight without sleep."
"That's not good for you my sweetheart. Now roll over so I can check out your tattoo more clearly. I've only had a fleeting glance at it as you twirled past me."
Kristen reached down and ran her fingers over the butterfly etched onto the front of Connie's right hip, "Yours is cute."
Giggling, Connie retorted, "It's a wonder it's still there after all that licking you gave it earlier."
Kristen rolled over onto her stomach and Connie leaned over her back to inspect the eagle perched above the globe intertwined with rope and an anchor. She read the letters arced around it and exclaimed, "I should have finished reading your jacket. I'm really impressed Kris. I had no idea you were a Marine."
Lifting up off the mattress, Kristen tackled Connie and rolled her onto her back. Looking down into sparkling eyes, she said, "US Marine Sergeant Stanton Military Police reporting for duty ma'am. Ooh Rah."
Connie's features softened, "Oh god, that is fucking hot, come here Marine."
Kristen collapsed onto the bed and dragged Connie with her, "God damn woman, you are incredible."
"So are you. I've never had such intense sex before."
"Me either, we are good together."
"Yes we are," agreed Connie. "Are you tired baby?"
"Nope, sex energises me," taunted Kristen while looking at her diver's watch on the bedside table. "You should be getting ready for work."
"I called Mike while you were in the shower. I've taken a personal day."
"Good because I have plans for you."
Connie's eyes widened, "Again?"
"Yes again, I'm making up for lost time."
"Oh baby," replied Connie before capturing her lover's lips.
It was a little past ten-thirty when Kristen curled into Connie's chest, "Thank you darling."
"Seriously, I should be thanking you," replied Connie gratefully.
Kristen smiled in the dark, "I'm ready for sleep now."
"I am too, you exhausted me."
Kristen kissed the soft skin of Connie's left breast, "Will you be able to be in court with me tomorrow?"
"I've got a hearing at nine, but should be done in plenty of time."
"Great and I want you to know I've come to terms with what happened to me baby."
"I got the feeling you had and I'm so proud of you."
"Should I wear civvies or uniform?"
"Uniform honey, it will give the Jury a better prospective of who you are."
"You are a smart woman my love."
"It's what I do and besides I can have dirty thoughts about ripping off your uniform tomorrow night."
"You are a surprise package Miss Rubirosa."
"Why is that?"
"I never expect you to have dirty thoughts and use profanity at the height of orgasm."
Glowing with contentment, Connie quipped, "Again, it's what I do."
"I wouldn't want it any other way," replied Kristen before yawning.
"Go to sleep sweetie and I'll be right here when you wake."
"Okay honey, love you."
"I love you too Kris."