Peaches and OldSpice

By: AAnitaB

Author's note: I don't own them, make no money the whole speech. But what was I supposed to do when she wore that skirt and Lassiter knew what her hair smelled like? I'm only a romance smut writer, not made of stone.

Carlton Lassiter/Juliet O'Hara

Peaches and OldSpice

By AnitaB

Chapter one: Peaches, Huh?

She was going to hill him. She was going to give him a heart attack right here at the station with that skirt and that smile. And she probably didn't have a clue what she was doing to him.

And she was going to make him spill hot coffee all over his tie in about ten seconds. "Peaches, huh?" Detective O'Hara leaned a perfect curve of hip against the table and smiled at him. So close and warm. "Keen eyes are a given, but a keen nose… that's impressive, Detective." Her arms folded against her ribs, drawing his willful eyes to the neckline of her shirt. And he poured coffee over three of his fingers. /Shit/ "That the reason for your high test score?"

Speech. If he didn't answer her, then she'd win this part of their little competition. "No, O'Hara," Lassiter blotted his hand with a fistful of napkins. "The sniffing training was back in the academy." He turned to lean against the counter. That way he couldn't look at her. "Not all identifying marks are visual…Detective." The hair he could id blindfolded was swept up in a clip, peach-scented tendrils framing her face. /No, not hot. Partner, officer of the law, detective./ "Perfume could nail a perp."

"Really, detective," O'Hara moved to stand almost over his feet. Way too close for comfort. /Juliet/ "What else have your keen detective senses picked up on?"

The urge to tell her exactly what his senses noticed was strong and a terrible idea. And impossible to resist. Lassiter tucked his hands tight against his ribs and took in a deep breath. "Your favorite lotion 

smells like vanilla and honey. Your gum is always cinnamon. Your first cup of coffee always has real sugar, the rest of the day you drink the substitute. And you brush your hair back when you're nervous."

The look on her face was priceless, shocked, touched. And if he didn't get himself and his restless hands farther away, Lassiter was going to do something he couldn't take back. Hiding in the rim of his cup, he turned to escape back to his desk. Even a lightish case load had paperwork to hide behind.

"Carlton," Between the sound of his name and the touch of her hand on his arm, he was helpless to resist. Her eyes were locked on his face when he turned around. "Don't you want to hear what I've noticed?"

There was something in her eyes that fascinated and terrified him. He couldn't look away and he didn't trust his voice. A nod would have to do.

"I noticed that you always meet my eyes without knowing how much that means. You always trust me at your side and compete with me like I'm one of the guys. You're proud of me. And yet…" He knew that he couldn't look away, couldn't even try. "Sometimes you look at me… or touch me and it feels … different."

He'd felt it too, dozens of times. The little spark of something he'd pulled back from. A jolt, a look, a touch, a scent of peaches and honey, a smile and his hands would itch to reach out for her. And now she was standing so close and actually talking about that feeling. His hands were practically jumping off his arms to slide along her back and the sweet, smooth curve of her hips under that skirt.

Juliet stepped even closer, until her chin lifted to meet his eyes and the air between them heated his skin. "And sometimes, Carlton, it's like you feel it too."

His arms joined the mutiny and suddenly his hands were spread wide against her waist and her hands rested on his chest. "Juliet," His eyes dropped to her lips against his will.

She smiled and he realized he'd said her first name, not her last. Her fingers curled around the shoulder straps of his holster and her lips reached for his. He groaned low in his throat and helplessly met her halfway. Soft, smooth heat, the taste of cinnamon and coffee on his tongue, and the press of her body tighter against his. Juliet O'Hara was kissing him with the sweetest little sound, rising on her toes and opening her lips against his. /Jules/ His arms pulled her closer as he took her up on her invitation, slipping inside to drown in her taste. /Yes, Jules/

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She was pushing him and she knew it. But damn if she was going to let his words and the look on his face slip by without acting on it. Carlton would come to his sense and tomorrow she'd be his junior partner again and all this heat would be hidden behind locked doors. Just like last time.

And Juliet wanted this. "And sometimes, Carlton, it's like you feel it too."

His eyes dropped to her lips and his hands slid around her waist. "Juliet,"

/Yes, Carlton/ He'd never in all their time together used her first name like that. And she'd be happy the rest of her life he just said it exactly that way once a day. She was standing in his arms, needing his kiss, and she was going to get it. Getting a good grip on his shoulder rig, Juliet leaned up for those lips, loving his groan and the sudden need in his grip as he moved to meet her. Hot, smooth lips touched hers, stroked and pressed. Big hands tightened on her back, pulling her to her toes and dragging a tiny helpless sigh from her throat. /More, Carlton, please/ Sliding her arms up around his shoulders, Juliet opened her lips, desperate for his taste. It was heaven and it wasn't enough. She needed him closer, harder, deeper. Now. Her fingers slipped into his hair, tilting his head for a better angle at his lips. He groaned, opening for her exploration as his hands rubbed along her hips to pull her closer.

She was going to melt into a puddle right here on the station floor if Carlton held her any tighter against his hard length.

/Station floor?/ Damnit, she was about to climb her partner at work! Weakly, Juliet opened her grip and dropped to her heels. Carlton just followed, bending down to keep up the urgent play of lips. /Pull back, girl, now./ "Carlton, not here," she adored the low, almost pained groan on his lips as he slowly 

raised his head. His arms didn't loosen around her waist at all while his eyes burned down into hers. If anything, his hands tightened against her back, pressing her closer along his chest.

"Jules, what was this?" Just the sound of her name on his lips put a shiver up her back, but then he went and cupped a hand against her cheek. Juliet thought her legs would collapse under her.

"It was something amazing, Carlton, it was us, together." She licked her lips and nervously brushed back her hair. "Do you regret it?"

She could see the instant denial in his eyes before the hand on her face moved to the back of her neck. "Jules," She was pulled to her toes, close enough to feel her name groaned against her lips. "I want this, Juliet. I want you." His mouth caught hers, a coffee flavored invasion of his tongue stole her breath, and his hands dragged her hips hard against her own. She could feel him, stiff and needy and rubbing against her.

Jules knew it was up to Carlton to get them out of this interrogation room because she was willingly drowning in the heat of his need and her own. Wrapping both arms tight around his neck, she threw herself into his kiss and the tight hold of his arms. /Yes, Carlton, please./ On their own her hips rocked against his, driving a delicious sounding groan off his lips. His hands tightened on her hips, sliding down her thighs to the bottom edge of her skirt, fingertips edging under the fabric to reach skin.

And it was her turn to groan at the heat of his hands working under her skirt along eager skin. Clenching her hands against the rippling muscles of his shoulders, Juliet tried to help those fingers, widening her knees and wiggling into those hands. "Oh, Carlton, please."

He went suddenly still from head to toe, his hands motionless and tight under her skirt, his breathing ragged against her jaw. "Jules," The shoulders in her hands shifted as he pulled back with a groan. "You've right, we have to go." She could feel the reluctance in his hands as those fingers left her skin and smoothed her skirt back down. He seemed to force himself back a step, eyes locked to her face as his hands took hers. "Juliet, are you sure about this? Do you want me?"

/God, yes, Carlton/ She would have let him strip her right here in this room and then returned the favor. She would have happily melted into the heat of his hands on her skin and gotten lost in his kiss. The look on his face and the way his hands shook around hers made any other answer impossible.

Tightening her fingers around his, Juliet fought for breath. "Yes, Carlton, I'm very sure I want you."

She simply loved the smile on his face and the way the muscles in his back and shoulders relaxed. "Grab your purse and I'll meet you at the car." He released her fingers and deliberately slid both hands into his pants pockets. A groan in his voice, Carlton angled at the door with his chin. "Go,"

Juliet smiled, straightened her clothes and headed for her desk. God, she was going to love making him lose that tightly held control. She was going to love every second in his arms.

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