The usual warning: This story contains sexual situations...and lots of em! It is for mature readers only, so if this type of story offends you, read no further! Thanks!
Author's Note: This fic is for Kasey...since she's the one who inspired me to start getting steamy with my stories! My little note!! Aww!! Courtney is SUCH a sweetie pie!!!
Court :)
Oh...lyrics are Billy Idol's (been listening to him a lot lately, thanks to The Wedding Singer...the song is actually "Hot in the City"
It's hot here at night, lonely, black and quiet
On a hot summer night
Don't be afraid of the world we made
On a hot summer night
Sheridan took another long sip of ice water and swallowed slowly, allowing the cool liquid to soothe her parched throat. She wiped a tiny rivulet of sweat from her eyebrow, and her eyes wandered back to the magazine she was reading.
�Can�t you turn that down?� she snapped, unable to focus her attention on the new issue of In Style in her hands. Luis narrowed his eyes at her and reached for the remote control, purposely edging the volume up a notch. Sheridan sighed exasperatedly and threw down the magazine.
�Dammit Luis! This situation is bad enough without you exacerbating it!�
�It�s not my fault you forgot to call the repair man, and now no one can get here until Monday,� he retorted, fanning himself with the newspaper he had just finished reading. Sheridan threw up her hands.
�I said I was sorry!� she yelled. �What do you want me to do? Fix the air conditioner myself?� Luis snorted.
�That would be a sight to see,� he snickered. Sheridan�s eyes flickered with anger, and she tossed her hair, retrieving her magazine again. �You know, being stuck here with you in the blistering heat is no picnic for me either. Especially since you don�t appreciate what I�m doing for you.� Sheridan clenched her fists, crinkling the pages her fingers held on to, her ire rising as he spoke. She took a deep breath.
�I�m not gonna fight with you, Luis,� she said, trying to keep her voice calm. �I�m going to ask you nicely. Would you please turn the game down? I can�t hear myself think.� Luis met her pleading eyes and adjusted the volume, grumbling as he did it.
�Thank you,� Sheridan replied with forced sweetness. Luis glared at her again. He rubbed his hands together.
�Come on Sox. Get it together. You can�t let the Yanks beat you again,� he murmured, settling back in the chair to watch the baseball game that was now entering the sixth inning. Sheridan shot him an amused glance.
�You think they can hear you?�
�Very funny,� he shot back, not justifying her with any other response. Sheridan laughed inwardly and began reading an article about vacationing in the south of France. She closed her eyes and smiled. A vacation was just what she needed. Being cooped up twenty-four seven with Officer Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald was taking its toll on her. Not to mention the stifling heat was quickly driving her insane. There was only so much the fans she had blasting on high could do.
Luis glanced over at Sheridan. Her eyes were closed, and a smile was playing lightly on her full lips. He wondered what she was thinking about to lead her to smile like that. Her lips were like a magnetic force, drawing him in. He couldn�t look away. As if she knew she was being watched, Sheridan�s eyes flew open and locked on his.
�What are you looking at?� she asked, her eyes flashing. Luis rolled his eyes.
�Don�t flatter yourself, Miss Crane. You looked so peaceful, I thought maybe you had nodded off,� he covered, directing his eyes back at the television screen. �Alright Garciaparra, bring Everett home. Don�t let Clemens get to you.�
�Who�s winning?� Sheridan asked innocently, knowing from the frustration evident on Luis� face it wasn�t the team he was rooting for.
�Damn Yankees,� he muttered, taking a swig of his beer. �Five to one. It�s still early enough, though. We can get em.�
�Why do you talk like that?� Sheridan queried.
�Like what?� he retorted.
�Like you�re part of the team, saying �we� all the time.� Sheridan shook her head. �I don�t get why guys do that.�
�I don�t know Sheridan,� he replied, annoyed. �Can I please just watch the game?� She licked her lips, and Luis found his eyes following every move of her tongue.
�Okay,� she sang, raised an eyebrow at him dauntingly and reached for her water again. Luis exhaled and gulped down the rest of his beer. He swore under his breath as Garciaparra struck out looking. He felt more beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
�Sheridan, do those fans go any faster?� he asked as the moisture slid down his temples to his chin. She looked up from her magazine and shook her head.
�That�s the best I can do, Luis,� she responded, setting the magazine down and reaching for another. He frowned and sighed, shrugging his shoulders. He gripped the bottom of his cotton t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head, leaving him clad only in his boxers.
Sheridan drew in a sharp breath as she saw Luis remove his shirt out of the corner of his eye. She snuck a look, her eyes admiring the way the muscles in his chest and abdomen rippled as he shifted his body in the chair. God, he was built. No man should be allowed to look that sexy. How the hell was she supposed to read with him sitting there, looking as good as he did? It was hard enough to ignore him fully clothed.
�Luis? What are you doing?� she stuttered, cursing herself for letting her voice tremble like that.
�Uh, watching baseball?� he replied hesitantly. Sheridan glared at him, pushing a damp curl behind her ear. �Oh, you mean the shirt? I�m just more comfortable without it. Does that bother you?� Sheridan pursed her lips and thought about the question. What was she going to do? Tell him it did make her uncomfortable? That she couldn�t keep her eyes off a body as hot as his? She couldn�t let him know it affected her. She desperately tried to keep from flushing as she met his eyes.
�No,� she replied steadily. �Not at all. Whatever makes you happy.� He smirked and rose out of the chair, heading to the kitchen again. Sheridan let out the breath that she had been holding in. Damn, damn, damn. Her eyes drifted down to the Cosmopolitan she had just picked up, and a group of words jumped out at her. �101 Guaranteed Ways to Please Your Man!� a bold headline screamed. Sheridan knew she would regret it, but she flipped open the glossy volume to find the article. Luis strode back into the room, his bare chest glistening with sweat, another beer in his left hand.
Sheridan was engrossed in whatever it was she was reading, he noted as he took his seat again. The Yankees were batting again and threatening to add more runs to the total they had already amassed. He twisted open the bottle and took a long drink, closing his eyes to listen to the play-by-play. The humidity in the air, coupled with the lack of sleep he had gotten the previous night, lulled him into a doze.
Sheridan�s eyes widened as her eyes skimmed some of the suggestions Cosmo was offering her. She wasn�t sure what was making her hotter�the broken air conditioner in the cottage, or the seduction techniques she was reading. She glanced over at Luis, who was snoring lightly, and she was instantly glad he wouldn�t see her blushing. She drank the last sip of her water and paused, taking the glass away from her lips. Her slender fingers delved inside the narrow glass, taking an ice cube between them. She exhaled deeply with relief as she slid the cool block over her neck, her body shivering at the initial contact. God it felt good�
Luis was awakened by the noise of the crowd as Scott Brosius belted a homerun. He tried to focus his groggy eyes on the television, but Sheridan caught his attention first. He gulped as he saw her rubbing an ice cube along her jaw line. Tiny ribbons of water, melting from the heat of her skin, trickled down her neck, mingling with the sweat glinting there. The ice cube glided further south, stopping at the swell of her breasts, which her silk halter top revealed just enough of. He felt himself harden immediately at the sight. Her enchanting eyes were closed, and a satisfied look was etched on her face. Her lips were extended in a soft pout, and every now and then, her tongue would flick out between them to moisten them. Luis groaned inwardly, forcing himself to look away. Oh, to be that ice cube, he mused to himself, concurrently berating himself for having such thoughts about Sheridan Crane.
Sheridan moaned softly as she ran the ice cube along the column of her throat, imagining it was Luis� lips traversing her sweltering skin. She could feel his tongue lapping at her neck, suckling the flesh beneath her ear, and she felt her body temperature rise another few degrees, more sweat pooling at her pulse points. She hated herself for being weak, for fantasizing about him like this, but the daydream was just too wonderful to shake herself from. He�s your bodyguard, a tiny nagging voice inside her head. He hates your family�and he�s thinks you�re nothing but a spoiled princess, the voice persisted.
But he�s sexy as sin�and he�s got a body to die for. There�s nothing wrong with fantasizing, she reminded herself, trying to shut her inner voice up. She reluctantly opened her eyes as the last of the ice in her hand dissolved into nothing. A blush crept up her neck onto her cheeks as she realized Luis had been watching her. Damn. Luis wriggled an eyebrow suggestively at her, and she lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze.
�Having fun?� he asked huskily. Sheridan�s color deepened, and she bit her lip, her blue eyes flecked with embarrassment. Luis furrowed his brow. Sheridan Crane didn�t get embarrassed, she usually got angry when dealing with him. What was different about this time? �Sheridan?� he asked gently. She continued to avoid eye contact with him, flipping absently through her magazine. He sighed and stood slowly, hoping his arousal wouldn�t be evident as he took a few steps towards the couch and sat down gingerly next to Sheridan. Her body immediately tensed, her back straightening rigidly. �Sheridan?� he repeated. �Hey,� he whispered softly, taking her hand in his, noting how slick and sweaty her palm was. She inhaled shakily at his touch, and he reached his index finger out to rest on her chin, angling it slightly to force her to look into his eyes.
Sheridan felt like her entire body was slowly catching fire. His touch sent electric currents through every orafice of her, and she didn�t know how much longer she could take it. His finger lingered on her chin, and she locked her eyes on his, hoping he wouldn�t notice how shallow and labored her breathing had become from the moment he had sat down next to her. She gazed deeply into his warm brown eyes, getting lost in the intensity of their color. God she wanted him. She wanted him like she�d never wanted anything in her life. She could only imagine how incredible it would feel to kiss him, to touch him�to be touched by him.
Luis stared into Sheridan�s crystal blue eyes. The way they glittered was hypnotic, holding his attention like some kind of trance. He lowered his gaze to her lips, removing his finger from her chin to reach up and touch them with his thumb. He felt the heat radiating from them pulsate against his touch, and he yearned to reach out and kiss her. He wanted to take her in his arms, strip her naked and take her right there on the couch.
�Luis,� Sheridan murmured, trembling from his touch despite the smothering heat blanketing the cottage. Luis cupped her chin in his hands and shook his head.
�Shhh,� he whispered, descending on her lips, feeling a moan escape from them as his mouth covered hers. The kiss was like nothing she had ever experienced before; the fire that his touch had ignited before was now a raging inferno, and she was desperate for more. Her mouth searched his hungrily, ravenously as her fingers threaded through his sweat soaked hair.
�Sheridan,� Luis moaned, his hands clutching at her back, holding her tightly against him. �We need to stop. I should never have kissed you like that�like this,� he mumbled as his lips continued to meet hers. Sheridan responded to his request by pushing at his lips insistently with her tongue, begging him to give her access. He groaned and parted his lips, unable, and unwilling, to deny her more. Her tongue pulsed against his, dueling and challenging him to deepen the kiss further. Luis suckled her tongue hard, eliciting a small gasp from her as he maneuvered their tongues into his own mouth, daring her to meet him stroke for stroke.
�Luis�oh, God,� Sheridan whimpered as Luis broke the embrace. �You don�t really want to stop, do you?� she asked hopefully, her chest heaving from her ragged breathing. His head was screaming at him to stop, to honor his commitment as her bodyguard and not take advantage of the situation�of the heat�of what it was doing to them both. But the rest of his body had other ideas. He shot her a wicked smile, and his eyes gleamed with desire. He reached for her empty water glass and tilted it just enough so another ice cube slid into his waiting hand.
Sheridan yelped as the cold cube hit her collarbone. Luis smiled and slid it along her skin, following the trail with his tongue. Sheridan closed her eyes and bit her lower lip hard. The sensations Luis was sending through her were already starting to overwhelm her. She never knew one man could have such an effect on her.
�Do you like that?� he hissed into her ear, tracing the cube along the crevice of her lobe. Sheridan shivered and another moan escaped from deep in her throat.
�Yesssss�� She clenched her eyes shut as Luis� teeth nipped at her ear. He grinned and popped the remainder of the ice cube into his mouth, letting it dissolve against his tongue. His hands wandered to the nape of Sheridan�s neck, and he cradled her to him for another passionate kiss. Sheridan crushed her body against his, her hands running along the planes of his stomach and up over his defined pecs. His fingers tangled in the knot of her halter top, and he worked the strings free, pulling back from her so the shirt fell from around her neck to a pool at her waist. Luis inhaled at the sight of her breasts, barely contained by the lace bra she was wearing. He quickly located the strings holding the scrap of silk in place at her waist and untied them as well, tossing the flimsy fabric aside. With another swift motion, his hands deftly unhooked her bra, and Sheridan shrugged it off her shoulders, baring her breasts to him. Luis gently touched his hand to her cheek, caressing the smooth skin that was slick from sweat.
�God you�re beautiful,� he breathed, his eyes roaming up and down the length of her body. Sheridan�s eyes sparkled at the compliment.
�Touch me, Luis,� she begged. The mere tone of her voice as she asked the question increased his arousal. He nodded and cupped her breasts in his palms, massaging them lightly and eliciting a low moan from Sheridan. She threw her head back, reveling in the pleasure that washed over her in waves as Luis touched her. Luis smiled and circled his thumbs over her nipples, peaking them against his fingers.
Sheridan clawed at Luis� back, her nails digging into his shoulders as his lips took possession of one of her nipples. She screamed in ecstasy as his teeth grazed over it and his tongue rushed to soothe it. A devilish spark crackled in his eyes as he released her from his mouth. Sheridan desperately tried to regulate her breathing, but no sooner had she gulped in a much needed breath, than did Luis take it away again. She writhed against him as she felt another ice cube slide down her burning flesh, rubbing over her aching nipple. �Luis,� she moaned, the heady sensations dizzying her. In her wildest dreams, she never would have believed the way this evening had started, that it would have led to this. The sexual tension that had been building up between them for months had finally erupted, and Sheridan couldn�t have welcomed the release more.
She gasped as Luis rolled the ice cube over her other nipple, down her ribcage and over her flat stomach. He watched little rivers of melted ice join together and disappear into her navel. He gently laid her back against the couch, hovering over her before lowering his head to dart his tongue into her navel to lap at the cold liquid.
Sheridan reached behind her and felt around blindly for the glass. She fumbled around and finally retrieved an ice cube, arching her back off the couch as Luis� mouth worried her breasts again. She felt him shudder as she ran the ice cube along his muscular back, tracing the lines of his shoulder blades and letting it slide down his spine. When the ice had disintegrated into a smaller cube, Sheridan slipped it into her mouth and gripped Luis by his shoulders, shooting him a lust-filled smile as she kissed him sensually, gliding the ice cube along his lips with her tongue. Luis groaned and his tongue snaked out to meet hers, drawing it and the ice into his own mouth.
�Luis,� Sheridan hissed, feeling her body begin spiraling out of control again. She clung to him, her breasts flat against his own bare chest, the sweat increasing the friction between them. She could feel his erection pressed insistently against her stomach. Sheridan knew then he wanted her as badly she yearned for him. He nuzzled her neck, his wet hair tickling her chin as he did.
�Yeah?�
�I want you,� she whispered, a determined look in her eyes. Luis swallowed and placed his hand reassuringly on her bare shoulder.
�Are you sure?� he replied softly, staring deeply into those entrancing eyes again. Sheridan answered him with a lazy nod, her hands tugging at the waist of his boxer shorts, dragging them down roughly. He smiled and let his own hands find the knot of her sarong style-skirt, quickly undoing it and sliding the material from around her waist. As Sheridan shimmied out of her lace panties, Luis sucked in a sharp breath, mesmerized by the vision she presented him. �God, I want you,� he murmured, his lips meeting hers in a fervent embrace, tongues dueling and pleading for more. �Should we move this into the bedroom?� he asked, gathering her into his arms. Sheridan shook her head vehemently.
�I need you now�right here.� Her slick fingers closed around his arousal, and he groaned with pleasure as they began to stroke him. �Please Luis�make love to me.� She didn�t have to ask him twice. He covered her body with his own and slowly entered her, smiling at the gasp of pleasure Sheridan emitted as he did. She cried out his name and bucked her hips up to meet his, driving him further inside her. A guttural groan escaped from Luis� throat as she began to thrash underneath him with his steadily increasing thrusts. No woman had ever made him feel so alive�so passionate. Making love to Sheridan was an entirely different experience.
�Sheridan�open your eyes�� he begged, smiling at her as her wide blue eyes met his. �Do you know how long I�ve wanted you?�
�It can�t be as long as I�ve wanted you,� she murmured, biting her lip as another orgasm crashed through her. She urged him to speed up the rhythm, her legs wrapped around him like a vice. Luis felt his heart pounding wildly as he neared his own climax. He didn�t want the moment to end�he wanted to stay like this, with her, for as long as possible. But as Sheridan came again, her body spasming against his, he couldn�t hold back.
He collapsed against Sheridan, their bodies mingling in a sweaty heap, as Sheridan stroked his hair, and he tried to catch his breath. It felt so good, lying in her arms, and he was reluctant to pull away.
�Did we really just do that?� Sheridan asked, her voice barely a whisper. Luis laughed and kissed the tip of her nose playfully.
�Uh, yeah, we did,� he smiled. Sheridan chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully as her fingers danced in elliptical rings across the flesh of his back. He propped himself back up on one elbow and brushed her damp hair back off her forehead. �It was��
�Incredible,� Sheridan supplied, a blissful smile crossing her face. Luis nodded.
�Amazing,� he added. There was a silence that passed between them before Sheridan spoke again.
�Luis?� This is going to change things,� she pointed out meekly, her smile twisting into a worried expression. Luis shook his head and pressed his finger insistently against her lips. She parted them and drew his finger into her mouth, her tongue sucking it wantonly.
�Only for the better,� he replied. �And now I can literally guard your body,� he teased, flashing her a knowing smile. Sheridan sighed and held him closer to her.
�If you say so.�
�I guess I owe you a thank you,� he said, his fingers roaming absently up and down her arms. Sheridan wrinkled her forehead and licked her lips.
�For what?� she asked curiously.
�For not calling the repairman.� Sheridan giggled and closed her eyes peacefully, still basking in the afterglow of what had just transpired between them. Things were definitely not going to be the same between them after tonight. And that was fine by her. That magazine article might come in handy after all.
The End!!