embarkation | open smut/fluff post;

She was a little too preoccupied to tease him back, considering pulling her mouth away long enough to let him know she wasn't going to make any promises, but the way his voice sounded sent heat through the length of her body and she hummed around him. Chloe's eyes fluttered shut as she sucked gently, her head dropping to take him deeper, the flat of her tongue massaging the sensitive underside of his cock.

Chloe was taking her time. Last time, it was drunk and frenzied, quick and dirty before he slipped out in the middle of the night and she woke up sore and alone, although still strangely elated. She knew what it was, but this... This had been a dream. This had been unexpected and too hard to believe, not when she had come to terms with never seeing him again.

It was also dangerous, what they were doing to each other. Chloe didn't do casual sex for specific reasons. Keeping this casual was going to take an effort she didn't know she was capable of but it was worth it for the sounds he made and the way his body twitched under her touch.

Her palm splayed over his stomach, her tongue tasting every inch of him before she finally pulled away and stared up at him, her eyes heavy, her mouth wet and pink. "I make no promises," she finally said, catching the skin of his thigh between her teeth and pressing down gently.

Later he'd think about uniforms and cuffs. Later when Chloe wasn't ensuring he wasn't entirely way too distracted even for that. Even when that was one helluva fantasy.

Now though he was caught up in the way his entire body felt inflamed, his skin too tight, cheeks hot without even touching them. Not considering how he looked, flushed, his eyes a bit too bright as he stared down at that beautiful, elegant face and the perfectly debauched thing she was doing to him. Sure he'd fantasized about just this the day after, making that long drive back but now? It was real, and he was there, and fuck he should be scared out of his mind but it all felt right.

Right to be stroking his fingers through her hair, gentle, a tenderness there that hadn't been before as his fingertips brushed along her hairline. Right to be fighting the urge to push up, to take rather than receive, but he didn't want that either. Didn't want to rush things, to take too much or go too fast. They'd shared that and it had been amazing, but this was mindblowing.

Because he was there, promising weekends and breakfast and roleplay and he should be scared out of his mind in having that with any woman, let alone a cop.

Instead he groaned, the sound turning almost to a whimper as she pulled away. Then his hips rolled, just a bit, showing how much he wanted more in that motion.

"Fuck Chloe, promise whatever you want. Just don't go away," he whispered, as if she had been the one to leave not him. Not that he had any plans for that now. Moaning at the pressure, eyes rolling back as he tangled his fingers into the silken locks of her hair once more as if holding on to her, willing them to stay here as long as he could manage.

Chloe couldn't help the smirk that crawled over her face, or the swell of enjoyment that rose inside of her as she watched what she was doing to him. They didn't really get the chance to revel in each other the last time, didn't get much of a chance to explore each other inside and out. Chloe was determined to take advantage of every moment they had together this time, knowing that this might be the last of it.

There was a part of her that wished it wouldn't be, a part of her beneath the feelings of pride and lust boiling under her skin that made this more than what it was. She knew better than that, though, forcing herself to push that soft feeling back down as deep as she possibly could. She wanted this to just be whatever it was, and enjoy it for that alone.

The way he said that, though, the way he whispered for her to stay made her heart flutter a little. She wondered briefly is this was a mistake, but that fear doesn't last long, immediately replaced by the entirety of her just wanting him, whatever the cost of that may be. Chloe did as she was asked, though, taking him in her mouth again and letting him enjoy the sensation of her lips around him for a while longer. After a few minutes, her own need started to take over and she let him go, pushing herself up so she could finish undressing herself. Once she was naked she straddled him again, resting herself into his lap and moaning gently at the feel of his hardness against her. She wasn't rushing this, though; eager still to take it moment by moment, to enjoy every sensation as it came.

"I'm not going anywhere," she finally murmured in response, her lips finding his to take him in a deep kiss, her tongue swirling around his as she rocked her hips hesitantly against him.

Normally Seth would find himself lost in the moment. Lost into whatever this moment held and how good it all was. Except this time it was more than that. He wasn't lost in the moment, feeling the beauty of a skilled and sexy mouth on him. It wasn't about the pleasure. it was about Chloe.

That's what his mind was on. On the woman that was doing this to him, the elegant beauty of her face, the looks she gave him as she was teasing sensitive skin. That was what his mind was caught up on, and it would be scary as hell if he wasn't entirely into her and what she could do to him. For him. More than that, he was liking the ideas of more of the weekend, of time spent together and that alone should worry him.

Groaning as he pushed his hips up, not hard but enough to brush against the pressure of her lips. Watching her, savoring that even as he gave a small sound that may well have been a whimper even as he cut it off, trying to hide how desperate he was in that moment.

Watching her intently as she stripped, reaching for her even as Chloe slid up over his lap. Wrapping one arm around her back, the other sliding along her stomach, tracing up and over her stomach, fingers moving to curl against the swell of her breast.

Shifting to rock up against her as he leaned up into that kiss, eager, almost desperate in the way he kissed her as his thumb brushed over her nipple.

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If Chloe's mind had been anywhere else, the sensation of his hands on her would have drawn her back into that moment. She knew it had been too long since she felt like this; too long since she had felt someone else's hands grasping for her with so much need, and if Chloe had to do anything consciously, it was to make herself not wish for this to be more than what it was destined to be.

The truth was, she barely knew him. The silence between them the last time said more than words could have; he knew she was a cop, and he had left in the middle of the night. Her instinct and imagination filled in the rest, which was why she couldn't grasp her mind around why he came back.

He could have found anyone where he was. He could have found anyone for this. Chloe didn't dare read into it, to wonder what had dragged him back to her door. To do so was dangerous, and she didn't want to hurt again, not when she felt so good.

Chloe's lips drifted from his, tracing down his cheek to the line of his jaw, alternating between gentle kisses and nips with her teeth as she explored his skin. Her hips rolled against him, moving with promise but no great action as her mouth rested near his ear.

"What do you want?" she found herself whispering, her breath hot against his ear.

Pleasure is an easy enough thing to find if you know where to look. It can be found on nearly any street corner, and it can be good and it doesn't have to have any strings attached.

Finding someone you can't get out of your head, that's something else entirely.

And yet that is where Seth had found himself. Thinking about her while Richie droned on about locks and times and minut details that had nothing to do with the job and yet everything to do with pulling it off right and fast and well. Yet Seth's mind wasn't there in those moments. Not when he turned his head and, for a moment, though he caught the scent of her when no one else was around. Imagining he saw her in a crowd.

In a way, he was beginning to think he was losing it like Richie. Maybe he was imagining things that weren't real. Yet it wasn't that need to confirm she was real that had brought him to her doorstep once more. It was a desperate desire to touch her once more.

Something he had no desire to stop doing now that he had the chance again.

Writhing at the feel of teeth, a slight rumbling sound tinging his exhalation of breath. Groaning though at her words, tweaking the peak his fingers brushed against.

"I don't want anything," he groaned, not hiding the sheer desperation in is tones. "I fucking need you, Chloe," he murmured, turning his hand and capturing her mouth in a hard, bruising kiss even as he shifted, rolling his hips and grinding against her.

His lips were met with an intense kiss, her mouth opening to his desperately as her hands moved through his hair. She whimpered softly at his words. Chloe was expecting something a little different; a more feral response, perhaps, and not words that even in their simplicity jolted through her like passion she hadn't felt in a long, long time.

When she finally broke the kiss, she braced her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back against the couch. Chloe shook her hair out of her face, staring down at him for a long moment. She caught her gaze with his, raising her chin slightly as she tried to puzzle out what he was thinking. She didn't steal the moment for too long, though, before she shifted in his lap, raising her hips. She fell into him again, her mouth worrying hotly beneath his ear as she adjusted, her hips tilting until she found the right angle. Chloe gently pressed against him, finally herself to take him slowly inside of her.

In that moment there was not a whole lot of thinking going on in Seth's head. The time for thinking was done and over, and if he was honest? It had been over when he got in that car. There was no thought in being there with a cop. No thought in risking either of them with being found their - whether by her ex, or his brother. None of that had thought to it. It was all instinct and passion, and the former scared him a bit because honing in, he found himself returning to her.

Gasping as the kiss brother, eyes hooded and heated as his hands roamed, almost restless in a desperate need to find the right place, the right touch. And yet there was no right touch in that moment. Not when he wanted everything he could have from her, and all that he wanted to give.

Groaning as she moved, hips just barely rolling, seeking the nearness of her body once more as his hands curled to the delicate, delicious curves of her hips. Not to speed things up or force anything, but to try and control himself from doing just those things. Yet between the heat of her mouth and the ache he felt as his hips rolled once more, feeling heat against him as his fingers tightened not to take all he was being offered.

"Fuck, Chloe. I'll fucking beg if you want," he groaned, finding the words please and now on the tip of his tongue.

Chloe stilled in his lap, her own breath caught in her throat as she let her body adjust to the sensation of him inside of her. She made no move to hurry it along, a hint of a smile playing over her face as Seth tried to roll his hips beneath her. She pulled away from him, pressing her forehead to his as she felt his fingers gripping her hips. She let her weight bear down on him, her body still but for the way her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.

Her fingers cupped his cheeks and she brushed her mouth over his lips gently, working her way across his cheeks before she shifted ever-so-slightly, tightening her body around him, her muscles clenching his length inside of her to continue to tease him. She finally dropped her mouth to his ear, her lips hanging open and she breathed out a long, hot breath before she whispered, surprised herself at the words as they drifted from her lips.

"Then beg."

In a way it was all coming back to Seth. Not all of the reasons he bailed on a job and made that drive to be here, but some of them. It wasn't just how good she felt, but how wicked it felt with her words, her attitude, the way her body teased his with every movement.

There was nothing in his mind in that moment but her. The satiny feel of her skin beneath his fingers. Slick heat around him, all tease and sensual at the same time.

Yet it was the hot press of her mouth, the words that came with it, that left Seth groaning as his hips bucked, moving on instinct rather than thought.

"Fucking hell. Wicked damn tease," he moaned, yet sounding entirely delighted with that and not the least bit upset. "Fucking hell, please? Please fucking ride me until one of us passes out?" It might not be the sexiest words, but from a man rarely capable of please, it was heartfelt and filled with need.

Chloe licked her lips, glad that he wouldn't be able to tell that she was furiously blushing not (entirely) from the heat between them but also because she still couldn't quite believe what she had just said. She worried for a moment that it just sounded stupid, but Seth's enthusiastic response drained her concerns completely and let way for an aching, desperate need.

She's not sure she's felt this way in years; certainly not since she had Trixie, maybe even longer, at least since the honeymoon period between her and Dan settled into routine, then wedding plans, then a baby, then life. The love was still there (that was the way it was with Chloe, anyway, the love would always still be there, which was why she had kept trying to make it work even when it was irreparable) but the passion wasn't. It wasn't something she knew she missed until this very moment.

With a moan she shifted back from him, bracing her forearms on his shoulders as she gazed down at him with heavy eyelids. "If one of us passes out, it's going to cut the night really short," she breathed, smiling as she spoke. Even so, she lifted herself from his lap gently, her lips colliding into his as she started to move against him slowly.

Later Seth was going to have to think about this. Think about how he had abandoned a job for this women before him. Think about how he had left his brother and a job to be here with her. All the chances he was taking, and how worried he was about what might happen from this, and he needed to get his brain straightened out as best he could.

Except none of that was anything he wanted to think about now. He wanted to think about this beautiful woman before him. About how hot and sexy and sensual she was. He wanted to focus on how her skin felt like fire against his palms and the beauty of her face was nearly blinding. He wanted to hold on to the emotions that had brought him there that night, and would keep him for as many mornings as he could manage to hold on to before he had to leave. Those were all of the things he wanted now, and he didn't want to lose this. That was all he knew.

"Guarantees I'm here until morning," he managed, still the teasing, irreverent man that he could always be.

Seth groaned into the kiss, his hips rolling in a slow circle, teasing as much as he was enjoying the sensations beginning to build with every movement.

Chloe's eyes fluttered shut, allowing herself to fall into the hypnotic sensation of his hands on her body, impossibly everywhere and yet not enough simultaneously. Her skin felt like it was on fire, goosebumps rising over her with ever caress of his fingers, every grasp of his palm; a palm she felt like she fit into perfectly, nestled in the center and drowning in his warmth.

She started to move against him a little harder, reveling in the passion that started to lick through her stomach and up her spine. One of her hands cupped his head while the other slid between them to where their bodies collided, her fingers brushing against the most sensitive parts of herself to help her along. Chloe rested her forehead against his, her hot breath tickling his lips.

"I'll guarantee you're here 'til morning," she whispered against his mouth. "Please stay."

The way Seth held Chloe was not merely the touch of a lover. There was a hint of desperation there, a need that bordered on desperation and scared the hell out of Seth. But not nearly as much as the thought of not seeing her again had before he'd jumped in the car.

And it showed there now in the bruising touch of his fingers, the way that he still stared at her though his eyes were hooded and it took effort to keep them open to stare up at her. But he wanted that. He needed to see her, to see the way the pleasure touched her from their bodies, his, the way she touched herself.

So as he shifted, pressing down a bit more into the cushion so that he could move harder, buck his hips up with more force, needing to not only feel that heat around him but it was more than that. It was a need to give her more pleasure than he could imagine, to show her how good things could be between them when it wasn't rushed.

Yet those words, that did so much more to him. His arms moving then, wrapping around her and pulling her in close as he lapped over the peak of on breast, dragging his teeth tenderly along the nipple.

"Long as I can," he murmured, meaning it in that moment, and knowing that he truly would stay until Richie and her life dragged him away.

His arms wrapped around her weighted her into him and Chloe dropped her head back, moaning even as his tongue skated around the sensitive flesh of her nipple. Her fingers gripped his hair, her body bearing down around Seth's as his movements quickened beneath her, harder, with desperation, her fingers moving in time with their bodies to coax her closer and closer to release.

It was better than thinking about his response... As long as he can. As long as he can before the real world drags him away, before the bubble they erected to keep the reality of what this is out collapses around them. As long as he can before what he is comes calling again and there isn't enough of what they are together to change that. It's better not to think about it, to instead concentrate on how thick his voice sounds when he speaks and how his body moves so perfectly in time with hers. Chloe dropped her head forward again, the brush of her hair gentle against her bare shoulders and she pulled his head back from her chest so she could look at him, her lips pressing against his again as she quickened her movements to drive them faster to climax.

Thoughts beyond that room were impossible. This was all that mattered. The slick feel of her around him, the heat of her skin against his. Holding her close, tasting the salt on Chloe's skin and Seth's senses felt overwhelmed, his skin too tight and hot and his breath quick enough for him to be panting.

Groaning as she pulled him away from her flesh, the sound turning softer as her mouth claimed his and he leaned up and into the kiss. Not even really conscious of his movements, the way his hips snapped, how he bucked up against her. Just reveling in the sensation even as his body tensed, moaning her name against her mouth as he came.

Whatever thoughts remained of the future and the life outside the safety of her apartment vanished completely as their lips met, their tongues mingling with gentle warmth, and every part of Chloe, body and mind, were claimed by him. She could feel the heat coursing through her body as she crested her peak, that point of no return where she hadn't quite reached her climax but could no longer fend it off. She pressed her fingers harder against herself, her hips working in tandem with his, all thoughts of taking her time swallowed completely by feral, wanton need.

She can feel his entire body stiffen beneath her, her name ghosting against her lips as he comes beneath her. Chloe doesn't fight it anymore and lets herself fall with him, the sudden and unexpected passion and tenderness between them making way for her to come harder than she remembers having in a long, long time.

"Seth," she breathes, the only word she can form as her teeth catch his bottom lip, her body shuttering and clenching around him.

This was why he returned, and Seth realized it in that moment. He had gotten a glimpse of this in that single night, and it was all he could think of in the interim. Of how she tasted, the ghost of her on his lips every time he closed his eyes. The heat of her skin missed, leaving him cold and shivering as he woke from dreams that only made him think about how good she felt. All of it, the very ghost of their night together, haunted him until he'd had no choice but to return.

To return to this. Holding her, clinging to her as if his life depended on it. Arms tight around her as his mouth sought hers in every moment as if the kisses, the press of her teeth, they could still words he wasn't even sure how to vocalize. He couldn't find the words, but he could show her.

Panting softly, as he held her to him, needing this more than he could ever imagine having words to express it. So he held her close, trying to steady the beating of his heart.

She clung to him, too, her fingers grasping his shoulders as she pressed her eyes closed, trying to ground herself back into reality. Her body felt abnormally hot and her heartbeat still pounded in her ears, but she felt strangely serene in his embrace. Chloe let out a slow breath and brushed her nose tenderly across his as a gently smile spread across her face.

"Seth..." she whispered, although she wasn't sure what she meant to follow it with. There wasn't really much left to say now that their bodies has stolen all the words. Instead she settled for brushing her fingers through his hair and pressing her lips to his gently.

"You want that drink now?"

His hands ached to cling, to pull her closer, to try desperately to hold on physically to what scared him emotionally to want as much as he did in that moment.

Stroking his fingers over her back, his hands trembling still as he sought solace to the tide of affection that rode over him in the wake of lust.

Sighing softly at the sound of his name, some tiny part of his mind worrying for the worst now that they might find their way to sanity beyond carnal needs. Yet that question made him chuckle, lightly dragging his nails along her spine.

"You know, that isn't a bad idea," he murmured. "Course, it means letting you go and not sure about that."

His nails against her skin elicit another moan and Chloe's head drops back, her eyes fluttering shut again as she enjoys the feel of him encompassing her. This isn't usually her style; Chloe generally thinks things through so carefully, watching her step and weighing the outcomes, avoiding the side-effects of being spontaneous. All of this is so new to her, and she's not used to grounding herself in the moment and reminding herself that its all temporary. That way of thinking has never been second nature to her.

That said, it's also nice to not be alone for a while.

"What if I promise I'll come back?" She smiles and brushes the back of her hand over his cheek. "We might be more comfortable in the bedroom, anyway."

Something inside Seth twists. Perhaps at his own words. Maybe with hers. He's not sure which, but all of this is uncertain and new for him. Wanting to spend time, lingering even in those moments. Especially in telling her the truth, that he doesn't want her to move away, and he feels almost as if he's trembling within, even if his hands are steady where they rest against her skin.

"Well, maybe if you promise," he murmurs, leaning into her touch. "And you maaay have a good idea there." Allowing that with a small smile, gazing up at her, content and feeling emotions he's not even sure how to identify.

Chloe stares down at him and puffs out a small breath. She doesn't really want to move, as if she is worried pulling her body away from him will make him evaporate, but her knees are starting to hurt and she is, legitimately, thirsty.

"Come on," she says, finally pushing herself off of him. "I'll get the drinks. You get in bed."

By the time she meets up with him in the bedroom, armed with a glass of wine in one hand and a glass of water in the other, her bearings are mostly back. She takes a sip of the wine before passing the glass to him and setting the other water glass on the table, just in case they need to actually hydrate at some point, and then slips into the bed next to him. It takes her a moment to settle into him, curving her naked body against his and burying her nose into his shoulder.

"So..." she says, unable to stop herself. "Where have you been all this time?"

His hands don't move away from her until she stands up. Just slowly letting the pads of his fingers drag along her skin as if savoring what could be the last touch he has.

Rising with a groan, kicking his clothes to one side as the best effort he's making in cleaning things up for now and pads towards the back of her place.

When she comes to the door, he's laid out on the left side of the bed, the blankets pulled back in case and looking at home and comfortable for a naked criminal in a cop's bed.

Taking the glass, enjoying a sip of it as he settled back against the headboard, arm out to invite her into the crook of his arm.

"Wait, wait, afterglow and contentment," he complained with a soft whine, though he's smiling. "Literally I've mostly been in Texas, taking care of a few things. Ditched my brother there, so eventually my phone may start ringing. Or would if I hadn't turned it off."

Which might well say something about how much he wants to be here with her.

"Eventually he may sniff me out. Or until you throw me out and maybe I'll call him then."

It is a neat sidestep of details about what he's been up to but not closing off from her either.

Chloe knows well enough not to push too hard. It's something she's good at; she's smart, after all, and she can make sense of most situations pretty easily with minimal information. It's part of what makes her a good cop.

It's also part of what causes most of her interpersonal problems. She knows how to keep digging, but she also knows full well when to stop before she finds something she doesn't want to. If she doesn't find it, well, then she doesn't have to deal with it.

"I guess we'll see if I get sick of you before your brother gets fed up with doing things without you."

Things. It's waved off vaguely, but knowingly.

"You drove all the way out here from Texas? Just to see me?"

Somewhere in the back of his mind, there's a voice pointing out to him that this is nuts. Attachment to anyone is a bad idea. Attachment to a cop is suicide.

Yet there he is, moving in closer to nuzzle at her shoulder lightly as he smiles.

"Well, that and annoying Richie. We can blame him." Because stupid humor is better than facing the truth. That he wanted to see her that badly. Of course, he has given her not only his name, but his brother as well, which would give her all she needed to know to track down their story.

And he'd given that to her, trusting her with it. Which scares the hell out of him, if he's honest.

Chloe curls into him, taking his hand and weaving their fingers together. Never in her life has she done something that is so completely not her and yet, feels so completely right. The idea scares her, too, largely because she's not sure if she knows how to do casual sex with someone she might never see again. Of course, she thought that about him the first time, and yet, here they are.

"He's not here to defend himself so that seems unfair," she teases. "I hope he gives it some time until he tracks you down. He can share you a little."

They both know he needs to gone before Trixie comes back, anyway; Chloe would never risk introducing her daughter to whatever was happening here. The casual sex, not to mention whatever it is that Seth does that she doesn't want to really know about. Still, she squeezes his hand gently, an assurance that whatever he tells her won't be used against him.

That was definitely a welcome touch, enjoying the way she feels against him, the intimacy of holding hands as they were. He has never shared anything like this with another, and enjoying the sensation of it. All of it. Being here with her, and how nice it feels being close to her. In so many ways.

"If you're going to play fair, I'm not sure I can work with that," he chuckles, giving her hand a squeeze. "But I'm sure we've got some time. May even make it until you need me to make myself scarce," he admits, showing what he is hoping for, at least. "If he shows up before then, just lie. If you can," he teases.

"Hey, I can lie," she says, unconvincingly. Chloe is a far better actress than she gives herself credit, and she can sell herself undercover in a pinch, but he is right about lying. It's not something she likes to do. She suspects the same isn't true for him, though, but she's not going to put too much thought into it. Having him here, in her room, in her bed, kissing him and holding him... That's something.

Actually trusting him is a whole other can of worms she has no interest in wedging open.

"I'll tell him you, I don't know, went off to the store for some bread, or that you wanted to sight see in Hollywood. That'll keep him busy for a while."

He can't help but to laugh, because she isn't even good with that lie. Of course that may be because he's such an experienced liar, he knows what to look for.

Trust is something that Seth is not good with. That he is there though, for him, is a lot of trust he rarely gives to others. He's giving it to her now, and he knows it's a huge step. Even if it doesn't seem that big of a deal. At least to others.

Again he laughs, tugging at her hand to pull her to him and give her another kiss. "You're delightful. I'll give you that." Mostly because he can imagine Richie's face if someone told him something like that.

"People have called me a lot of things, but I don't think I've ever heard delightful."

If anything, Chloe always considered herself fairly uninteresting. She's not even really sure what magnetized Seth to her in the first place. The fact that he came back for her, that he even gave thought to her after their previous hook up, is still something she's having trouble wrapping her mind around.

"In that case, if he shows up, I can just shoot him."

Seth mockingly gasps at that, eyes going wide. "You? You Detective Decker, you would shoot a dangerous and hardened criminal in your own house?"

He tries hard to hold the expression, suddenly grinning because he can't just keep that look.

"See, this is why I like you," he admits, smirking. And not because he entirely thinks she's joking. He's pretty sure she is, but if she's not. So be it. "Just miss any vital organs, okay?"

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Two guesses what notif got lost

no worries <3

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