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Being a barkeep at the local Piltover tavern was a job you enjoyed for over a year before one raucous night a group of enforcers had a get-together for a retiring officer. The bar was filled with men and women in blue with their uniforms unbuttoned and their drinks held aloft in the air for an impromptu cheer.
They were the beer drinking crowd, which was to be expected, and as long as they paid the tab and didn’t scare off any of the other patrons, you didn’t mind their loud camaraderie. By the time you’d passed the hundredth lager down the bar, you heard a cheer rising from the already boisterous lawmen and glanced up to see what they were pleased about.
You stopped dead in your tracks. Another enforcer had entered. A different one. This was a woman decorated in gold and wearing a large badge. You had no idea who she was but dear god she was gorgeous and, oh fuck, she was coming this way.
Before she reached the bar, she had been stopped by every other uniformed officer and offered a handshake or a pat on the shoulder. She was rather popular, and it didn’t seem like people were just kissing her ass either but genuinely glad to see her. At long last, she stepped up to the bar and her eyes were on you, and you nearly melted under the magnificence of that wonderful smile.
By the arch of her right brow, she noticed your admiration but maintained her politesse. Sitting down at the only empty stool, she placed her arm across the bar and leaned into it, drawing closer to you so that she could get adjacent to your ear and be heard above the noise. You leaned forward, still in disbelief that someone this hot had not only entered the bar but was also close enough for you to smell the intoxicating musk emanating from her.
“What’s your best whiskey?”
Her voice was gravelly and rich, betraying a high class accent and a sensuality that misted around you like perfume.
You looked her right in the eyes, so close that it might have seemed like you were preparing for a kiss, and with a smile you half turned to the wall of bottles behind you, grabbed a fancy one and placed it on the bar top.
“This one is my favorite,” you told her after pressing close to her ear in return. She raised her brows and nodded, putting two fingers in the air. You placed two shot glasses down and popped the cork to the bottle. After pouring the whiskey into the glasses, the woman took one of the shot glasses and, with her knuckles of that same hand, pushed the other one towards you. You picked it up and toasted together, shooting them both down your throats at the same time.
With a look of surprise at the empty shot, the woman nodded in approval and set her glass down, leaning over to you again.
“What’s your name?”
You told her and then asked the same, angling nearer to her so that your flirtation could not be mistaken as anything else. She gave you an amused smile.
“Grayson.” And that was the day you discovered Piltover had the sexiest sheriff you’d ever seen.
Most Thursdays was when the enforcers came to your bar regardless if there was anything to celebrate, but starting the next Tuesday after the retirement party, the quietest night of the week, the sheriff began to frequent it too. Alone.
She had surprised you by being out of uniform and sitting down at a stool before you’d turned around and found her there. Once you finally retained your composure after your heart had done a triple backflip against your breast, you asked her if she’d like some whiskey and she replied yes. Taking two shot glasses, you filled one for each of you and toasted again, this time in the tranquil bar that was sparse enough to hear the glasses clink.
“On the house,” you said before shooting it back at the same time the sheriff did, and she shook her head while swallowing the whiskey with a pained gulp.
“I should pay,” she replied, wiping her sleeve across her mouth. “The community already gives me more than I deserve.”
“Oh?” you asked, already pouring two more glasses. “The community protects you as much as you protect it?”
She stared at you with a smile. “I believe it does,” she said after a moment. “And besides, there’s no way to repay your kindness without legal consequences.”
“You could stay till closing to ensure that this bar is under your protection,” you responded, lifting up your next shot. “Or you could just simply accept my generosity.”
Grayson raised her own glass. “Why not both?” she replied, and you toasted again. “Either way, here’s to new friends.”
She stayed till closing, as you suggested. It was only for two hours but it was slow enough that you got to talking and you learned that she used to have a bar she frequented down in Zaun until she was promoted to Sheriff. Worried that her presence might cause trouble for the bar owner, who was her oldest friend, since then she hadn’t found somewhere else she was as comfortable in.
You found you had common interests and talked about all the books you’d mutually read and theorized why the political atmosphere had become so negatively charged. By closing time, you had cleaned the bar and kicked the two remaining patrons out, then she walked you to the door and stood beside you as you locked up.
“So,” you stated, giving her a narrowed eye. “Come back next week and we can make a trade again.”
“Whiskey for security?” she replied. “Sounds like you’re getting a raw deal, but I will certainly be back for the company.”
“Good.” You looked her up and down, making sure she was well aware that you were imprinting her image in your mind. “I’m going to hold you to that, Grayson.”
A week was a fucking long time. By next Tuesday, you were regretting not having slipped the Sheriff your number or something because waiting an entire seven days was like being caught in a time warp where minutes felt like hours and days felt like that time your parents told you that you were going on vacation to the happiest place on the planet and your excitement was as unending as the wait to finally get there. Luckily, time is linear and Tuesday could only get closer, so before you went to work that day you were the cleanest person in Piltover, with your hair silky, skin smelling as fresh as a flower, and ladyscaped to the point of obsession.
With each patron that entered, you glanced at the door and was disappointed when it wasn’t the gorgeous sheriff of Piltover. Every minute that passed was like another pebble dropping into your stomach until half an hour before closing all you could do was swallow the knot in your throat and try not to feel upset over a woman you barely knew.
“One more, eh?” the older man at the end of the bar said to you, pointing to his empty mug. You filled up another and slid it down the bar without a word. At least the place was almost empty tonight. With only three patrons around, you really didn’t feel like working much longer than you had to. You gave them a last call and then got busy drying the tumblers, all the while periodically glancing to the door with dwindling hope.
At five minutes till closing, you gave the man at the end of the bar his tab, and headed to the table where two young men sat. As you dropped off the tab, you were jolted out of your waking dreams of the sheriff as one of them grabbed your wrist. You glanced down at him with a look of ire, noting that he wasn’t even looking at you but at his buddy who was giving him the ‘what the fuck?’ stare.
“The hell is wrong with you?” you said to him, yanking your arm out of his grasp. He grabbed at you again but you were too quick for him, stepping back so that he had to rise out of his chair to approach you. You pointed a threatening finger at him and kept backing away. “Pay your tab and get the fuck out, or I’m calling the enforcers.”
The other man who had been with him was suddenly out of his chair and admonishing his buddy while simultaneously flanking your right. “You were supposed to wait,” he said with a snarl, looking annoyed that you were no longer caught off guard.
“She was right there,” the first man said, circling your left. “Thought it was as good a time as any.”
“We ain’t gonna hurt you, missy,” the second told you, pulling out a knife. “Just open the till and we’ll be gone.”
“Fine,” you replied, knowing your life was more important than the thirty-eight credits in the till. “Just take it and go. I don’t give a fuck.”
Suddenly a shadow crossed the door frame to the entrance and the bell above it rang as the person casually entered and shut the door behind them. You were behind a pillar and couldn’t see who had come in, but then boots echoed on the floor and you could see the two young men begin to panic simultaneously.
“Dammit, she called the enforcers!” the first one shouted, ducking behind the table and drawing out his own knife.
But of course you hadn’t. The second man ran at you and tried to pull you towards him as a human shield but you weren’t willing to go down so easily. He grabbed your shirt and you staggered out of his grip, hearing the sleeve rip as you fled.
By now you could hear footsteps running in your direction and a streak of blue ran past and kicked into the second man, causing him to collide into the table behind him.
“Go behind the bar!” the sheriff told you, and you didn’t have to be told twice. You sprinted behind it and ducked down, finding yourself in the company of the older man who had been sitting at the bar and now doing the same thing you were.
You both peeked over the edge and watched as the sheriff was engaged in a fist fight with the two men wielding knives. One sliced at her and she jumped back, dodging the blade and then punching her fist across his chin. The other man ran at her from behind and as soon as she had caught her balance, she threw out her leg behind her, donkey kicking the second man across the tavern floor. The knife fell from his grip, and Grayson found this opportunity to grab it off the floor and hurl it towards the first one, accurately striking him in the meat of his thigh.
“Shit!” he yelled as he fell to his knee, clutching the knife embedded in his leg. “She stabbed me!” In a fit of rage he hurled his own knife at the sheriff, but not only was his throw not as practiced, but she was too quick to be hit anyway. The knife sailed past her torso and lodged itself into the back of a wooden chair.
With the first man wounded, Grayson quickly went to the knife and pulled it out of the chair while the second man was still wheezing on the floor after having the wind knocked out of him. Now armed and clearly the more dangerous of the three, the sheriff had all but won this fight after twenty seconds.
From behind the bar, you were cheering for her, pumping your fist in the air and yelling out cocky statements. “Don’t fuck with the sheriff!” you said, adding a ‘ha’ for emphasis. Suddenly you felt a hand in your hair grip you hard and painfully yank you back so that you were standing up with your spine pressed against the chest of another. The barrel of a gun was at your head, the rattle of it sounding as loud as your yelp of surprise.
“Drop it, sheriff!” the older man behind you yelled to Grayson. You could feel him shaking as he called out an order, which only betrayed his nervousness. The sheriff stood frozen with the knife still in her hand. She gave him a skeptical look, glancing from him, to you, to the man getting up off the floor, to the man limping around, back to the man holding the gun to your head. “I’ll do it!” he yelled again, growing more anxious by her hesitation. “I’ll shoot her b-brains all over this bar…if-if you don’t drop it!”
You watched as Grayson slowly held the knife away from her and then tossed it to the floor. Without being told, she put her hands in the air. “I can see you’re struggling,” she told him with a mix of authority and kindness that only she could really pull off. “This isn’t who you are. So put the gun down and leave th-”
“No!” the man yelled. “I don’t want to do this! We just need the money!”
“I’ll open the till,” you told him, trying to calm him down. “Take it all. I don’t give a damn about it.”
Keeping an eye on the sheriff, he pushed you towards the cash drawer and you stumbled forward, opening it with a quick press of a few buttons. As soon as the drawer slid open, he butt you to the side and pulled out all the money. “This is hardly anything,” he stated, rifling through it with rising irritation. He yanked the drawer out and dumped the contents. Coins and receipts and various keys came spilling out, scattering across the floor and rolling into the drain or under the bar. He pointed his gun at you in what looked like offense. “I know you did more business tonight. Where’s the rest?”
“I already put it in the safe.”
He flicked his gun towards the back. “Lead the way.”
The first man with the knife in his thigh hung back in the bar, but the second one held a knife at Grayson’s back and directed her to the office while the leader kept his gun trained on you. When you showed him the safe, the leader shifted his eyes about the office with a look of confusion.
“This room is tiny.”
It was about the size of a prison cell, mostly filled with a built in desk on the far wall, a lone wooden chair next to it and a small black safe sitting on the floor in the corner.
“No need for a big office. Just a place to stash the money so it’s not up front near the door,” you told him.
He indicated with his gun towards the safe. “Open it.”
You sighed out in frustration. “I don’t know the code.”
He gave you a wild look of panic. “Then how’d you get the money in there?”
You pointed to the slot in the top. “Theft prevention. Only the owner can open it.”
He scoffed. “Why didn’t you say so in the first place?”
“You didn’t ask.”
“But wasn’t that implied?”
“Yes, but you said to lead the way, so I did.”
“Even though you wouldn’t be able to open it?”
“Look, this is my first robbery. I didn’t think you’d appreciate the added information.”
He shook his head in exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did so. “This whole night is a bust.”
“What should we do now?” the second man in back of Grayson called up to the leader.
“We need to get out of here,” the leader replied, stepping back and directing Grayson into the room with his gun. “Can’t have anyone following us or alerting the cops though. How about you have a seat, Sheriff?”
She glanced into the room, then at him, stalling long enough to cause the man behind her to prod the tip of his knife into her back. “Don’t want to kill no one, but it’s either neither of you, or both of you.”
Reluctantly, Grayson went into the room and sat down on the lone chair.
“Hands behind your back, Sheriff,” the leader told her. He then glared at you and pointed his gun towards your chest. “Cuff her. Don’t think about trying anything.”
You went to Grayson and pulled her handcuffs off her belt and then placed them on her wrists behind her. Your hands were partially hidden from the leader as you locked the cuffs in place, keeping them loose. The key was still attached to the lock, but you assumed they’d check for that before leaving, so you quietly slipped it in your clothes.
“Go lock the front door,” the leader told the second man.
“Uh, about that…” you began but was promptly shut down with a simple look from the leader. The second man ran off and came back ten seconds later with a shake of his head.
“I can’t. It needs a key.”
“Where’s the key?” the leader demanded from you.
“It was in the cash drawer until you dumped it.”
“What does it look like?”
“It’s the gold one. I saw it fall in the drain.”
The color from the leader’s face seeped away and he threw back his head and raised his arms to the ceiling. “Can anything else go wrong?”
“What do we do with her?” the second man asked as he looked back at the first still clutching the knife in his thigh and wincing in pain.
“I’m thinking,” the leader quickly stated, weighing out his options. There wasn’t enough room to put another chair in the office, and they couldn’t leave you in the front for fear that someone might come in and find you. It was best to keep you hidden in the office, but there was nowhere to put you.
“Sit in the chair,” he finally told you, pointing at Grayson.
You glanced at her for a moment before giving him a raised brow. “But the sheriff is sitting there…?”
“I said sit down!” he yelled, raising his gun to your face. You froze in shock until the fear in his eyes dissipated enough for him to return to what was probably his more rational self. “Please.”
With hands still raised in the air, you went over to Grayson, giving her an apologetic look as you straddled her and settled the back of your thighs on her haunches. You were now face to face with the hottest woman you’d ever seen. Any other time this would have been a huge turn on, but at the moment it would have been nice if there were a few less distractions.
There was some twine in the trash that had been used to hold the beer crates closed. The second man pulled it out and ordered you to put your arms around the Sheriff’s neck before tying your hands together. He knotted your wrists tightly and then with the remaining twine he twisted the end of it around Grayson’s handcuffs so that you couldn’t raise your arms over her head.
“Pretty loose,” he stated as he shook her cuffs and clicked them further closed so that they pressed against her wrists hard enough to leave an indent. “There. That should do it.”
“Muffle her,” the leader told the second man, handing him a white bar towel. They both wrapped the bar towels around your heads, tying them in back so that the middle part was neatly in your mouths.
With a quick glance around the room, the leader placed his gun back into his waistband and nodded in satisfaction. “That should give us some time. Let’s go.” And then he pressed the lock on the door knob, closed the door, and locked you and the sheriff inside the office till presumably the next morning when the owner would arrive.
You could hear the three men escape out the bar, the sounds of the door slamming in their wake followed by deathly silence as you stared into Sheriff Grayson’s eyes in flustered embarrassment. She was staring back at you with less disorientation, though you were both breathing hard so that your chests pressed together tightly again and again while the only sounds in the room were your wheezing.
It was a full minute of quiet before either one of you moved. Grayson was the one to do so, tilting her head so that she could turn her ear towards the air and listen for any noise. After a few seconds she shook her head, giving you eye contact that meant she didn’t hear anything. She then turned her head at an awkward angle, stretching her neck as far as she could so that the bar towel lodged in her mouth could be picked at with the sharp edge on the armored plate of her shoulder. Three minutes of digging the towel fibers loosened her gag and she was able to shake it free of her mouth by pushing on it with her tongue. You stared at her impressed. You also couldn’t help but note that her tongue seemed unusually strong.
“I can get the gag off you,” she told you. “But it’s going to require some unorthodox methods.”
You frantically nodded your head anyway, thinking you already knew what she had in mind. Without having to be told, you leaned your face towards hers and she gripped the towel along your cheek with her lips, sliding the rag around your head until she had turned it enough to expose the knot holding it tight. With her teeth on the knot and her lips on your cheek, she managed to loosen the knot and untie the towel, pulling it off of you and sputtering it onto the floor.
“Oh, damn,” you said, gulping in air through your mouth. “God, I’m so sorry about all this. I just can’t belie-”
“It’s all right,” she interrupted, her voice an instant soother to your humiliation. “You didn’t cause this. It’s going to be all right.”
“Shit, this is so embarrassing though. I can’t believe I let that guy get the best of me. I shouldn’t have turned my back on him.”
“He shouldn’t have been robbing the bar,” Grayson replied. “None of this is your fault. We’ll make a report as soon as we can, but in the meantime I’d rather not be here all night.” She gave you a quick glance. “Not that this isn’t uncomfortable.”
“It will be if we’re here all night,” you said.
“The key to the cuffs was in the lock. Is it still there?”
“No, I hid it on me.”
“Good thinking. Where?”
You hesitated and looked up to the ceiling in more embarrassment. “In my bra.”
Grayson was silent for a few seconds before replying. “Your…bra?”
“My bra,” you repeated, this time with more conviction. “I didn’t think they’d tie my hands like this.”
“No, I see where that would have worked were your hands not strung up behind my back,” she answered.
“Could you possibly… Well, if you look…down my shirt…” you said, stumbling over your words in an attempt to figure out the best possible way of asking her to stare at your breasts.
“Unfortunately, I don’t see anything,” she replied, arching her head away while still glancing down your chest. “Is it in in your bra?”
“It’s in in there.”
“I can’t even see your bra.”
You happened to be wearing your nicest bra today, which was both a blessing and a curse. At least Grayson was going to get a good eyeful of your cleavage which your bra was designed to amplify. Unfortunately, it was a little tight and the red lace around it was bound to cause some problems. On top of that, you were also wearing a black tank top and a light blue button down shirt. It was as though you had intentionally set up barriers for comedic effect, but neither of you were laughing.
“You’re going to have to unbutton the top shirt,” you told Grayson, finding it hard to look her in the eye.
“Right. Yes. Of course,” Grayson replied, sounding uneasy. “Okay, just unbutton the shirt. There’s only a few. I can do that. With…my teeth.” She seemed to be talking herself into it, and you pursed your lips and stared up at the ceiling, cursing the world for causing this kind of awkwardness with the sheriff who you eventually wanted to get close to but not like this. You could tell that she was visibly assessing how to go about opening your shirt before committing it to action.
“Unless you don’t want to,” you told her. “I would understand.”
“It isn’t a matter of not wanting to,” she responded. “I just don’t want you to feel any more violated than you already do.”
“Getting the key is the last thing that’s going to make me feel violated. I’m actually kind of glad it’s you here and not somebody else.” That was all you had planned on saying, but realizing how personal that statement was and not knowing how Grayson felt about you, you decided to amend it. “At least I know you won’t take advantage of this situation.”
“Not at all,” she replied quickly. And then she hesitated while letting her words come slower after. “Though, I don’t know how forthcoming I should be considering I’ve never been in this situation to begin with, however for the sake of full disclosure, I can’t imagine that I would consider retrieving the key to be…unpleasant.”
You glanced down at her to find her gazing at the floor with a sheepish look. “Well, then,” you replied, feeling less awkward now, “it sounds like that makes two of us.”
Grayson glanced up at you from beneath her lashes and gave off a huff of a laugh. “I’ll just get that key then.”
“Please.”
She leaned forward, placing her mouth on the third button to the top since you left the two top most unbuttoned. You heard a little click from her teeth as she tried to finagle it, but almost as soon as she had started she suddenly leaned back and looked up at you.
“I work up to seventy hours a week, I have a cat that I consider my baby, I’ve died twice, and the first time I saw you I was attracted to you,” she said in a flurry of words.
You stared down at her with a mix of bewilderment and thrill. Unfortunately, you were speechless by her admission and she continued before you could respond.
“I thought that if I’m essentially getting to first base tonight that you might want to know who you’re letting in.”
“Ah, I see,” you answered, unable to stifle the smile at your lips. “I didn’t have any qualms about it, but if I had I’m sure that would have eased my mind.”
“Okay,” she said.
“Okay,” you answered back.
Without another word, Grayson slowly leaned forward and gripped the third button with her teeth.
It was different now that she had admitted to being attracted to you, and to feel her head at your chest, twisting your shirt in her mouth, caused a gentle flame to stir in your stomach. You could feel your heart stimulated into a faster beat, and with her ears so close to it you were afraid she might be able to hear your blood pounding.
“I was hoping to see you tonight, you know,” you told her, hoping your talk would drown out the sound of your beating heart.
Without pausing in her ministrations, Grayson replied while at your fourth button down. “I meant to come earlier.”
“Duty called?”
“Unfortunately.”
“I figured. Otherwise, you’d be in your civvies.”
“I should have just told Marcus to handle it. If I’d been here, those men probably wouldn’t have tried to rob the bar.”
“Don’t go blaming yourself,” you said to her. “I’m just glad you were here at all. Besides,” you added, glancing down at her as she made her way to the fifth button on your shirt,” blue and gold are certainly your colors.”
She glanced up at you with a grin, still gripping the button between her teeth. “Tank ooh,” she replied.
“Just out of curiosity, what pulls a Sheriff away from a nice relaxing evening drinking with someone you admit to being attracted to?”
Grayson unlatched the last button and opened your shirt wide by nudging it with her nose while simultaneously chuckling at the nature of your question. “Well, there’s been a string of robberies in the district-…”
“Oh, you’re kidding me.”
“...and I was investigating their last known whereabouts before deciding to head to the local tavern to have a last minute drink with the beautiful bartender there.”
“Are you joking right now? That is nuts. What were the odds of you finding them here, I wonder.”
“I’m sure they’re wondering the same thing,” she replied, looking up at you with a finality that made you pause. “So, how should we handle this?”
“Getting the key?”
“Yes.”
“I would think by just going for it.”
“You don’t want me to take a look first?” she asked, glancing down the cleavage of your black tank top and turning her head side-to-side in an attempt to spot the key.
“I’d love for you to take a look,” you replied. “But I also think there’s no delicate way around it. Probably best to just dive right in.”
Grayson huffed out again, smiling from one side of her mouth. “All right, then.”
She leaned forward and you felt her place her nose on your sternum and slowly slip her way down into your cleavage. You tried to stifle your gasp, and though you were mostly successful, it manifested it’s way down your arms where you tensed hard enough to accidentally squeeze her head around her ears. Grayson didn’t lean away, though she did stop very suddenly and remained quite still.
“Uh…should I…?”
“No, keep going,” you assured her. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”
Grayson took you at your word but was more gradual with her movements, pressing further between your breasts in search of the key. It shouldn’t have felt that good, but it did, and you closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing, which was coming out in little bursts.
“I think it’s to the left,” you told her, feeling her breath heat your skin. “No, my left. Just under the…yes, that way. Further down.”
You could feel your tank top being stretched at the hem as Grayson tried to get past it, but it was barring her approach and she lifted her head to amend the plan.
“We need to pull your straps down you arms,” she said. Her voice was huskier, richer in sensuality. Her face was already flushed with the heat of your body and the erotic nature of her goal.
“Yes, good idea,” you quickly agreed. You leaned towards her so that she could nip at your strap and pull it down your shoulder with her teeth. It came easily enough, but with the angle your arms were at, it wouldn’t help you with getting the key. “Just tear it,” you said, not wanting to waste anymore time with them so that she could get back to essentially nuzzling your breasts.
Grayson yanked on the strap and you heard it tear easily. Thank god for cheap tank tops.
“Do the other strap,” you told her. “Just in case.”
She nodded and went to the other side of your shoulder where you felt her teeth slide along your skin at your strap and cause a shiver of thrill pulse once through you. It was too obvious not to notice, but Grayson didn’t say anything about it as she yanked at the other strap until it tore under the power of her jaw muscles. She then let the cloth drop down to your stomach, revealing your red lace bra. You heard her whisper an expletive under her breath.
With your tank top no longer an issue, Grayson put her nose back into your cleavage with your urging. She was less gradual about it, more deliberate. It stimulated more fire within you, making your desire to feel her nuzzle your breasts more compelling than your desire to escape.
You could feel her nose nudging along, searching for the key, but her gentle probing wasn’t getting her closer to where you could feel it lodged on the other side of your left boob. Without moving her head away, you heard her muffle something, her voice coming out husky and deep, reverberating your chest and adding fuel to your flourishing sexual fire.
“Am I close?”
There were a few inappropriate responses you thought of, but now was not the time.
“You might have to be more…” you said, looking for the right word but not coming up with one due to the lack of blood directed to your brain. “…fondle-y.”
You felt Grayson push her face against your left breast, her mouth sliding along your skin, and you couldn’t suppress the squelched moan that emanated from your throat. It was made worse when she began to really explore as she moved the lace down with her chin and exposed more of your chest, then her soft lips pressed near your nipple and around until she was just below it, using her mouth to chase the key down the cup of your bra.
“Fffuuuu….” you murmured, arms tensed around her head as you tried to breath normally.
By this point her head was bobbing up and down in an attempt to push your breast up and expose more of the underside. You grit your teeth, breath huffing out your nose in an uncontrolled rhythm.
“I can’t reach further,” she told you, though her voice was thick with sensual energy.
“Okay, let me try something,” you said. With your legs straddling her waist, you couldn’t really reach the floor with your feet, but you were able to press your toes against it, pressing down and lifting yourself a few inches higher so that she could get to the key. You were positioned in a way that pushed your whole body against hers, like you were trying to suffocate her with your breasts. Her hair tickled the underside of your chin and you breathed in, enjoying the faint smell of her shampoo and the stronger smell of her enticing scent.
“Better?” you asked her, though your voice was nearly a whisper, laden with your obvious arousal.
To your surprise, Grayson accidentally muttered a groan of approval. “Ungh, yes,” she replied, lips moving along the underside of your breast. Your bra moved further to the side with each pass of her mouth until your breast slipped out and you were fully exposed on one side.
“Oh, damn, sorry,” she said, though that didn’t stop her from nudging further into your cleavage.
Telling her it was fine didn’t seem like strong enough assurance. Instead, you went a different route. “God, your hair smells nice.”
You could feel her smile. “Not nearly as good as you do.” She angled her head and pushed forward, mouth opened wide enough to encompass enough of your breast to cause you to squirm with the pleasurable sensation.
"You're so sexy," you admitted to her, unable to keep the thought to yourself. "I don't know if that makes this easier or harder."
"Both," she replied. "Easier to do. Harder to not overdo."
"Don't know that I would mind," you breathed out, barely registering that she was speaking again.
“I found it,” she said, and you could feel your bra being tugged at. “It’s stuck in the lace.”
She was on the other side of your breast, digging her face into the lace there, her lips accidentally brushing across your nipple multiple times.
“Is th-” you began but your breath caught in your lungs when you felt her tongue slide along your skin beneath the lace. There was no way to entirely stifle your moan after that. It came out as a stunted gasp, which grew heightened with each subsequent one after.
Grayson took your earlier advice and became vigorous in her attempt to release the key from the lace. Using her mouth, she prodded around, taking in ample portions of your breast and massaging her lips in areas that you doubted was necessary. Her breath was hot on your skin and coming out in heated gasps. For a few moments, you forgot why she was down there in the first place.
“Got it,” she said, the huskiness of her voice betraying how this wasn’t supposed to be sexy at all but she was definitely into it. She drew her head away from you and the cold swept in almost immediately. Your calves were tired from staying on your toes, so you sat back on her haunches, trying to even out your breath.
“Good,” you replied, keeping your gaze on her as she held the key between her teeth. “Okay.” A silent moment elapsed before you pursed your lips and gave her a quizzical look. “Now what?”
“Can you reach it with your hands?” she asked, key still gripped in her teeth. You pulled your hands up as far as you could, but they were tied to her handcuffs and you could only get them as far as the back of her neck.
“No, but maybe I can take it and drop it behind you.”
“Let’s try that,” she agreed. “I’ll pass you the key.”
She leaned forwards again towards your face and you met her half-way until your noses touched and you tilted your head in order to grip the other half of the key that was protruding from her mouth. The key was tiny as it was only meant for the cuffs, and you could only get a small grip on it before pulling away from Grayson. Unfortunately, you didn’t have as much control of it as you thought, and it fell out of your grasp and began to tumble downwards off your lip.
Grayson hadn’t pulled away very far yet and was in action the moment the key started to fall. She quickly dipped her head, following the key down your lips, then your chin, onto your neck until she managed to fully catch it by enclosing her entire mouth over it right as it reached your nipple. And now she was breathing hard in lingering panic with the key on her tongue which was pressed against your nipple that was fully surrounded by her lips.
You really didn’t know what to say except that there was no way she couldn’t hear the firm beating of your aroused heart now.
“Good catch,” was the best you could come up with.
“Thanks,” she muttered back against your tit, though it barely sounded like a word and it caused a shiver to run up your spine that wasn’t subtle at all to the point that Grayson’s head slightly shook with it.
In order to move away with the key safely in her mouth, Grayson ensured it wouldn’t fall out by slightly sucking inward until her lips popped off your breast and you wondered why that motion stimulated a streak of thrill right in your already wet and throbbing pussy.
“You’re going to have to shove it in my mouth,” you said to her, wishing that wasn’t as erotic as it sounded. Grayson nodded her head all the same, but her eyes retained a half-lidded, bedroom quality that you couldn’t ignore. Together, you both leaned forward until your lips were firmly pressed against hers, creating an open suction so that she could slide the key from her mouth into yours with her tongue. What should have been a quick and simple action managed to draw out several seconds longer as you tilted your head and closed your eyes while using your sense of touch to maintain control of the key once she pushed it to you. Before she could draw away, you encapsulated her tongue in your mouth, massaging your lips around it so that the key was grazed off with no way to escape your mouth.
After exchanging the key, Grayson stilled her movements but didn’t back away, and you opened your eyes to see that her eyes were closed and she was still savoring your taste. Her chest rose and fell with dramatic intensity, and fuck she was so gorgeous this way.
“I need to get above you,” you said to her, and the only acknowledgement you got from her was a slight nod. Reaching your toes back down to the floor, you raised up high enough so that her head was beneath your chin again, but you were having trouble getting any further above her, not even able to lean over her far enough to see your own hands. After several minutes of trying to figure out a way to drop the key into your hand, you sat back down on her thighs and shook your head.
“I don’t think that’s going to work,” you said, keeping the key beneath your tongue. “If I miss and it falls to the floor, then we’re shit out of luck.”
Grayson thought for a moment before replying. “What if we slide it down inside my sleeve, and I’ll catch it when it comes out?”
“That’s a better plan,” you answered.
“Let me take my gloves off.” You could already feel her arms moving while she blindly removed her gloves from behind her.
“You’re going to need to unbutton your jacket too.”
“I don’t know how I can do that.”
“I’ve got you covered,” you told her. “But, well…you’ll have to take back the key.”
Grayson let a tick of a smile raise the corner of her mouth. “If that’s what I need to do,” she replied. You leaned forwards and she met her mouth with yours, opening up to your tongue as you pushed the key to her and lingered long enough to taste the length of her tongue locked in a sensual dance. By the time you passed the key along, you were hard of breath, eyes closed as you settled your forehead on hers while trying to divert oxygen to your brain.
Once you were finally back in the moment, you smiled and leisurely slid your lips down her temple, along her sharp cheekbone, further along her cheek until you were at her chin. Grayson’s eyes were closed as you made your way down the side of her face, her breathing irregular as she reveled in every instance of your touch.
Her uniform was complex, but you were up to the challenge. In order to get further down her body, you had to widen your arms so that you were basically hugging her and the chair as you inched down far enough to reach the catches of her jacket at the peak of her breasts. They turned out to be snaps, which you simply put the hem of her jacket between your teeth and yanked away. They came easily enough except for the belt that was tight enough to keep the jacket from fully opening.
You glanced up at Grayson to find her intently watching you, leaned back in her chair for her belt buckle to be fully accessible. Without a word, you inched your way towards it, keeping your eyes trained on hers until you were at the latch, and you opened your mouth and gripped it with your teeth. Grayson grit her own and tried to mute her groan as you pulled the strap out of the buckle and nudged the free ends of the belt off her with your chin, your face brushing against her hips as you did so.
With her jacket open, you rose back up her, your breath hot along her torso until you reached her neck where her white shirt was buttoned to the top, just under the starched collar. You nudged your nose beneath her chin indicating for her to look up to the ceiling, and while she was desperately trying to remain calm, you let your lips slide down the underside of her chin and the length of her neck with a languid sensuality. By the time you’d started on the first button, she was already gasping for air. You weren’t gentle with her, using your tongue to push the buttons through the hole, ‘accidentally’ licking her throat in the process and nipping her skin with your teeth.
By the time you’d undone three of her buttons, you were able to slide back up her torso and push the sleeve of her shirt off her shoulder, exposing the strap of her black bra which ran over hardened muscles of her trapezius that bulged with strength.
“Other side,” she said, tilting her head to her other shoulder. “I’m left handed.”
“Oh,” you replied with a saucy smile. Gripping the sleeve with your teeth, you pulled it back up and then moved to her other shoulder so that you could slide that one off using your nose. With preparations done, you were back face-to-face, ready to exchange the key again.
She was eager to do so, not even waiting for any communication about it, but rather just leaning forward and taking your mouth with hers. You felt her tongue press into your mouth, relishing in her taste and unable to get enough of her. It took you a few seconds to realize there was no key.
“Gray…” you said into her mouth, not bothering to relent up on your kisses. “Key.”
She stopped for a moment to maneuver it from under her tongue so that the next time you locked lips, she was able to give it to you in a singular movement. You took it into your mouth, placing it safely under your tongue while giving yourself a few more seconds to enjoy her until you broke away to slide to her left shoulder and bury your face in between her tricep and her shirt.
Her muscle was tensed, hard and striated as you slipped the key out of your mouth and dropped it into her sleeve. She immediately went to work, shaking her arm and manipulating it down to her hand. You, no longer being part of that process, sat up and urgently took her mouth with yours, sliding your tongue along hers in a full passionate kiss. You could feel her working the key down her arm even as she embraced her lips with yours, taking in everything she could get from you, groaning at the stimulation you incited especially when you leaned to the side and ground yourself along her muscular thigh. It would have been nice if you she was the only one tied up so that you could play with her in ways that your mind kept envisioning. Perhaps another time.
It must have taken her a good minute to get the key past the cuffs and then to have it squarely in the palm of her hand, but it felt like a blink of an eye.
“I’ve got it,” she said into your mouth, words husky. “I can’t get it in the lock though.”
You figured as much considering the cuffs were thick enough to prevent wrist movement. Luckily, you already had a plan in place.
“I’ll do it,” you told her even as she furrowed her brows in confusion at you until you were sliding back down her torso with your hands behind the chair, nearly dragging your body down her length until you were able to put your knees on the floor and lean into her so that your hands were near hers. Taking the key from her, you were able to detect the hole of the lock with your fingers before attempting to blindly sliding it in. However, your arms were already stretched out at capacity since you were basically hugging Grayson and the chair. You needed more leverage, and there was only one recourse.
You were already smiling at the thought of what you were about to do. You looked up at Grayson, making sure her eyes were on you as you placed your head between her legs. To Grayson’s surprise, you leaned closer to her, your cheek moving against her inner thigh until you buried your face in her crotch and was able to give your hands more room to get the key in the lock.
Grayson clenched and uttered a very throaty ‘fuck…” as you prodded your nose further into her groin than necessary while getting the key into the lock behind her. You pressed your mouth against her clothed pussy, massaging the area with any means possible. As she fidgeted, breaths coming out with hyperventilating frequency, you managed to get the key into the lock and very briefly had the thought of drawing this out, but figured it was best to get free so that no other problems could arise. You turned the key with a click, and the cuffs loosened.
Grayson didn’t waste a second. She was shirking off the cuffs as fast as she could until she had free range of motion and could bend over to wrap her arms around your ribcage and hoist you up off the ground. You found yourself suddenly standing on the floor as she lifted you both out of the chair and then backed you against the desk with her mouth pressed against yours in desperate haste.
Your hands were still tied behind her with the handcuffs now dangling from the twine it was attached to. Grayson briefly pulled away from you to help you untangle yourself, but you grabbed onto her lapels and brought her back to exactly where she was before.
“After,” you stated between open mouthed kisses. She nodded, and you felt her hands at the button of your pants, opening them up and shoving them down your legs along with your underwear. Before you knew it, she had propped you onto the edge of the desk and knelt down in front of you, her face buried in your pussy as she lapped her tongue thickly across your clit.
With hands still tied, the best you could do was clench your fingers through her hair, lean with your head angled back, and try to limit your moaning to muffled whimpers. With as much provocation that had happened in the last five minutes, you weren’t going to last long.
It was seconds. With Grayson massaging you towards orgasm, you felt her tongue slide inside you and that was all it took to get you there. You tensed hard, holding your breath as it swept right through you with an uncontrollable euphoria, making the light seem so much brighter, and her touch feel so much more pleasurable.
It hadn’t even dissipated when Grayson stood up, keeping your arms around her shoulders as she wiped her mouth across her sleeve and then pressed her body fully against yours so that your legs were intertwined along the desk, her thigh neatly at your crotch. She wedged her hand between you both and slipped two fingers into your pussy, while simultaneously grinding herself onto your thigh and taking your mouth with hers once again. Hooking her fingers, she rubbed the spot inside you that was wrought with tension and need, and you felt your already swollen orgasm heighten even further, over-titillating your senses.
With frantic compulsion, Grayson pushed inside you, no longer gentle as she manipulated another orgasm on top of your first. Your body swayed with hers as she grind against your leg, feeling the stimulation rise you onto your toes and then back down again only to be stimulated again.
There was a pounding noise coming from somewhere until you realized it was Grayson’s shoulder plate as she leaned far enough over you to be hitting the wall. Her grunts were coming out with the same momentum as your moans, creating a rhythm of sounds and voices that was unmistakably sexual.
It felt like she had dipped you in bliss, bathing you in an unending moment of ecstasy and rapture. But there was no way to stay there forever, and as your peak stayed for as long as it could, you also heard Grayson make a final groan as she climaxed and then together you both came down out of the heaven she had manifested for you. By the time your orgasm had finally trailed off, you were a panting, half-naked mess of sweat and cum.
“Oh, fuck…” you said in a wheeze, your hand at your head to still the spiraling wonder. “Goddamn, that was amazing.”
Grayson slowly pulled away from you, but you saw the knowing smile that indicated she was well aware of how skilled she is with women. She bent down and pulled up your pants, kissing your thighs before covering them. She then reached into her back pocket and pulled out a switchblade, opening it up and slicing the twine around your wrists off with a simple flick.
You rubbed your wrists before situating yourself, ensuring your breasts were back in your bra and then giving Grayson a teasing look as you took her switchblade, cut the rest of your tank top off, then handed it back to her while buttoning up your over shirt.
She was back to buttoning up her own shirt though her eyes never left yours as you both silently dressed to look more presentable.
Grayson was the first to speak, which happened as she twisted the doorknob so that the lock clicked and you were both free from the tiny office.
“We need to report this at headquarters,” she said.
“Are you going to put in the part where you got to first base?” you asked her with a laugh.
“I’m just going to state that you were smart enough to hide the key and then unlock us as soon as they’d gone,” she replied. “Also, I’m quite sure I hit a home run.”
“How are you going to explain how I got the key to the lock?”
“Perhaps we should figure that out on our way to the precinct, hm?”
“Clever thinking,” you said, taking her arm and having her lead the way. “I’ve never been inside a police department before.”
“I’ll show you around,” she stated, glancing at you with a smile as you walked arm-in-arm to the station. “We can start with my office.”