Decoy – chapter 1

Eames POV

"This isn't what I thought you had in mind when you asked for our help in this case," I told the lieutenant from the 3-3.

"The decoys have to be P.D.," he said for the third time.

"And there are no other male-female partners on the force?" I asked sarcastically, knowing full well there were.

"None that are close enough in age to pull it off," Lieutenant Coyne shrugged.

"In the entire force?" I asked in disbelief. I was wondering to myself why Goren hadn't said anything yet.

"Some unis, but they're too green and all of the others have families," he finally explained the actual problem.

"So we're expendable?" I furrowed my brow at him. Lieutenant Coyne opened his mouth to say something but Goren finally spoke up.

"Let's talk outside."

Deakins nodded his consent. He, too, had been extremely quiet.

"Interview room," Goren motioned towards it once we were out of the office.

"You want to do this?" I asked when he'd closed the door.

"Not if you don't," he shook his head. "But I'd like to know why first." He sat on the corner of the table and waited for me to explain.

"Bobby, they want us to make out in a car!"

"So the part about someone possibly taking us out with a machete is fine as long as we don't have to make out?" he tilted his head to ask.

"That's not it," I shook my head in frustration. Every argument I could think of sounded pathetic. How could I tell him I was worried that I might get carried away – that in this situation it wouldn't take him long to realize how I really felt. I had no idea how he would react when he figured it out.

"Half of 1 PP already thinks we're an item, anyway," he smirked at me, thinking he knew what was bugging me. "We play couple all the time," he shrugged. "This time it'll just go a little further." He said nothing more as he let me process. After about thirty seconds he broke the silence. "You know we need to do this."

"I can't believe you're talking me into this," I sighed and shook my head.

"I'll try not to give you any hickeys," he grinned mischievously as he opened the door. He knew I'd caved.

After we told Coyne that we'd act as his decoys, I went home to nap but only tossed and turned. After giving up, I showered and changed into jeans and t-shirt. It had been a while since I went parking and I no longer knew what the dress code was. I met up with Goren at the 3-3 at 10 o'clock. The cops who were staking us out were already in place, but we had to be wired and have ear pieces before we left.

The last machete attack had been a week ago. This skell always attacked around midnight and the closest attacks had been a week apart, but they were usually two. We had no way of knowing where he would strike next, but he'd never shown up in the same park twice and that was narrowing down the possibilities unless he decided to leave Queens. If that happened we'd never be able to catch him with decoys.

We left the 3-3 at 11:15 and headed towards the park. If we hadn't been miked I would have talked to Goren about how we were going to fake this, but I kept my mouth shut. I was surprised to feel Goren's hand on mine. He felt warm compared to my iciness.

"Are you okay?" he sounded concerned.

"Ya, I do this all the time," I replied with more sarcasm than he deserved.

"It'll be fine," he tried to reassure me.

"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you," I squeezed his hand.

"Great! Make –up sex," someone whistled in my ear.

"Listen," Goren sounded angry as he turned into the parking lot, but before he could continue several other voices ripped our admirer a new one.

"Back seat?" Goren asked after he'd parked in a dark corner of the empty lot. A machete wielding killer must have subdued everyone's libidos.

Goren manoeuvred over the front seat and once he was settled, I followed him and straddled his legs. We'd been asked to use this position for visibility. I smiled at him weakly, not sure of which of us was supposed to make the first move.

"This is pretty unconvincing," I heard a harsh whisper in my ear.

"Talk to me after you've made out with your partner," I whispered back through smiling lips as I caressed Goren's hair. I'd recognized the voice and knew his partner was packing about 50 extra pounds and always appeared to be in need of a shower.

"Kiss me," Goren instructed, smiling.

"You go, Goren," an unfamiliar voice cheered him on.

Before either of us could say anything Lieutenant Coyne told everyone to stop the chatter. I took one last shaky breath and leaned in to kiss my partner. Our first few kisses were chaste. I wanted more but it was Goren who took the initiative to take it further. When I felt his tongue against my lips, I opened my mouth to him. My hands were around his neck and my breasts were rubbing against his chest. His hands were still on my ass and while he used his tongue to explore my mouth he pulled me closer to him. My breasts were now firmly pressed against him and I could feel his erection pressing against me. As I returned his kisses I rocked slightly against him. He groaned into my mouth and used his hands on my hips to help my rocking motion.

"Can't see anything," I heard a voice in my ear. "The windows are fogging up."

"It's not supposed to be a fucking peep show," Coyne growled back. "And who would believe it if the windows weren't fogged?"

As soon as I discovered we couldn't be seen, I increased the rocking of my hips. Goren moved my arm out of the way to gain access to my breast. Remembering that we could still be heard, I suppressed a moan, but I knew they must be able to hear our rapid shallow breathing. The next thing I knew, Goren was turning me around. Despite having no idea what he was thinking, I went in the direction he was moving me. When I ended up with my back against his chest I was confused until I felt his hands undoing my jeans. I trembled in anticipation, hoping I knew what he was planning, and when he slid his hand into my jeans, I had to clench my teeth to stop myself from letting Goren know how exactly exquisite his fingers felt. His breath was hot in my ear and his cock was now pressing into my ass. When I rocked against his fingers, my ass rubbed his erection. Twelve hours ago I'd been worried about Goren finding out how I felt about him, now I was worried about being able to keep quiet while he made me come.

With his left hand in my jeans and his right on my breast, Goren moved his mouth to my neck. I wanted to talk to him – to tell him how he was making me feel, but mostly I was desperate to know what he was thinking and I couldn't ask.

"Let go," Goren had lifted his lips from my neck to whisper in my ear. He wanted me to come. That knowledge coupled with the feel of his lips on my ear sent me over the edge.

My body quaked on top of him. I pressed my lips together to stay quiet, but Goren was not as successful. He grunted into my ear as I trembled above him. As soon as my body calmed, Goren was moving me again. I was on my back on the seat with him on top of me. He was thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he dry fucked me. This was turning out to be more like high school than I was expecting. I slipped my hand between us to help him out. His body jerked when my hand closed around his cock through his jeans. It only took a few more strokes before his body tensed and began to quake.

This was, by far, the most bizarre sexual experience I'd ever had, but it had also become the most enjoyable. Goren had been able to bring me to orgasm while 30 cops listened to us and then I'd returned the favor. When he stopped shuddering he began to kiss and caress me more tenderly than anyone ever had. Two things stopped it from being prefect; those 30 cops and the fact that we couldn't talk. Normally it was Goren who wouldn't shut up but right now I was dying to have the conversation we couldn't possibly have.

Goren lifted his lips from mine while he tugged at his jeans.

"Cold?" I asked, knowing no one would know what I was talking about.

"Sorta," he nodded.

"Just a sec," I pushed at his shoulder. He sat up to let me move. I reached into the front seat to grab the purse I'd brought. I pulled a couple of Kleenexes out of the travel pack I was carrying and handed them to him.

"Thanks," he took them from me and reached into jeans to clean himself off. After he'd tucked the Kleenex into his pocket, he pulled me back onto his lap. We spent several more minutes just kissing before I heard Lieutenant Coyne's voice in my ear.

"Okay folks, it's almost 1. Let's wrap this up. We'll try again tomorrow. Goren and Eames, as promised we'll keep someone on you, just in case. Good work."

"Ya, nice work if you can get it," someone sniggered.

"Turning off my mike now," I told them as I reached around to turn it off. Goren did the same, but we had to leave them strapped on in case we were being watched. All I cared about was being able to talk. I did my pants back up and climbed back into the front seat. Goren followed suit and started the car.

"Can we talk now?" I asked when we were back on the road.

"Sure," he was still looking at the road.

"Why haven't you said anything before?"

"About what?" he glanced at me.

"About what?" I repeated incredulously. "About what just happened. That didn't seem like faking it to me."

"I didn't fake anything," he smiled a little.

"So you do have feelings for me?" I was confused.

"Of course I do," he answered, but in a tone that left me even more confused. It felt like we weren't talking about feelings in the same way. I decided to lay my feelings on the line.

"I didn't want to do this because I was worried that you'd discover that I have feelings for you and that would make things weird between us," the words spilled out of my lips quickly.

"Well, it has made things a little weird, but I think we'll be fine."

"What?" my stomach turned over. "You don't feel the same way?"

"No, I do, but I still think it's weird and I still think we'll be fine," he reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Has anyone ever told you that you suck at expressing your feelings?"

"Many times," he chuckled. "But I think I did okay when I showed you." I could hear the grin in his voice.

"Ya, you did and you know it," I sighed.

"You showed me pretty well yourself," he squeezed my hand again.

"I had no idea you felt the same way I did," I confessed. "Did you know how I felt?"

"I had my suspicions," he turned to look at me briefly. "But your protestations this morning convinced me."

"Really?" I laughed. "I was worried that you might think I found you disgusting or something."

"Well, you didn't say 'Eww, you want me to kiss Goren?'" he laughed in turned. "You were hesitant, not disgusted."

"I'm neither now," I sighed as he approached my house. "Are you coming in?"

He paused for a few seconds before answering me. "I can't, Eames. If machete man did follow us he'd see that we had no reason to go parking if it's okay for me to go inside and while he may not be watching, we know someone is," he reminded me.

"Crap," I groused.

"But I can walk you to your door," he smiled.

We spent at least 10 minutes kissing good night on my front steps.

"What are they going to think?" I referred to the cops who were assigned to watch us.

"That we are very dedicated," he laughed before pulling me back into another kiss. "Okay, I should go," he pulled back. "I'll see you tomorrow night," he gave my ass one last squeeze. He waited until I was inside before getting back into the car.

Our kissing had aroused me all over again but all it took was thinking about Goren's fingers again to get my release and I fell asleep feeling quite content.

end chapter 1