The Tension of Desire

Avery stood there nervously in the doorway, rolling her bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth and staring at her bare feet, her breath shaking with anticipation at what Peter could have planned for their afternoon off together. The edges of her black T-shirt scrunching between her fingers, wondering what it would be like to touch him, her heart pounding in her chest as the intensity of the moment grew in her mind.

He finished putting away the clothes that he had left on his bed before he left for work this morning and stepped across the room to be in front of her, Avery's gaze now solely on his jeans which were still firmly clinging to his hips. His torso peaking out from under his greying white T-shirt, showing off a hint at the tattoos near his hips as his breathing began to match hers, increasing in pace.

"Do you trust me?" He asked as he looked down at her, raising his hand to her chin to move her gaze up to his. She couldn't deny the powerful connection she felt with Peter, A small smile spread across her lips as she nodded silently, feeling like she was unable to speak in case she would forget how to breathe.

He cocked his head to the side like a puppy and asked again, "do you trust me?" A smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth, his thumb slowly moving along her jaw. "Yes." She nodded, her eyes interlocking with his, unable to break away from the hungry stare he held over her. He moistened his lips, not breaking away his stare. His fingers moved down her neck and along her body to the edge of her leggings, only breaking away to look down at the edge of her T-shirt where her arms had instinctively raised to stop him.

As Peter brushed her arms out of the way, she glanced down at what he was doing, revealing more and more of her skin with every second until he slipped the T-shirt up and over her head. He grabbed her hips, looking over her body before pulling her closer to him. "I thought you trusted me?" A small laugh escaped his lips as he shifted his weight to manoeuvre her over towards the bed, glitter in her black bra twinkling in the afternoon sunlight that streamed in. Her cheeks flushed as he looked over her again, stood there in fitted black leggings and bra. He lightly touched her shoulders and slipped her bra strap down her arm. She folded her arms over her chest, her breath shaking slightly as she went to say something to him but didn't know what.

He rolled his eyes at her action and grabbed his black denim cut-off vest from a nearby hook, "you can wear this if you want?" His eyes soft but still burning with hunger to touch her more. "Thanks," she smiled at him, before turning around. He unclasped her bra, her arms uncrossing from each other as she slipped on his jacket. It perfectly covered her breasts and fell close to her lower back. She turned back and looked up at him as he commanded, "take a seat." Placing one foot between hers, causing her to sit down on the bed behind her.

"I wonder what would happen..." He began, stepping to the side of her and running his hand through her hair, "if I were to do this?" He moved swiftly, sitting on the bed beside her and scooping her onto his lap. His hands rested at the bottom of her back, slightly under the vest as her hands instinctively linking around his neck her keep her from possibly falling. The space between their faces closed to mere centimeters, both breathing unsteadily from nerves and anticipation of being so close. He smiled, "Hi." Chuckling as she smiled back, his hands drifting lower to rest against her bum, "you okay?" Peter asked.

She nodded, swallowing her anxiety to try and enjoy the moment, "yeah," she said, trying to convince herself of that. He adjusted her further onto his lap, squeezing her bum slightly. She could get lost in his eyes and she wasn't supposed be, she felt so comfortable in that moment. She had told herself nothing would happen yet here she was, sat in his lap, wearing his jacket against her bare skin and trying to stick to her rules.

He swung her legs so that she was straddling his lap, her legs wrapping around him. Avery inhaled sharply, thinking about how easy it would be to break those rules right now. His one hand moved to the back of her neck, caressing her at first then running up into her hair to grip it. Peter's other hand slipped beneath the jacket, drawing patterns against her lower back and slipping to the waistband of her leggings. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations and the touch of his hands on her body, wondering what else he was going to do. He moved her head to the side, exposing her ear and neck. She felt his lips trace up her jugular and to her ear lobe before hearing him whisper, "enjoying yourself?" She felt his warm breath against her ear. He looked at her, barely covered by his jacket. He tagged at the edges of her leggings, exposing the top of her lace underwear.

Peter was hungry for a taste of her but he knew she had rules she wouldn't let him pass. He kept an eye on her expression, ensuring that she was comfortable with his actions. Her eyes grew darker too, with each move he made. She moved back to stand in front of him, taking a deep breath and slipping the leggings off her hips and down her legs. He began to reach out to touch her but stopped himself, resting his hands back on the bed as he leaned back slightly, taking in the view. She adjusted the edge of the lace, brushing it flat against her skin. Peter couldn't pull his eyes away, one of his canines pressing into the inside of his lower lip.

Avery looked up and caught his gaze, shyly looking back away as redness spread through her face. He sat up, reaching out to wrap his arms around her and pull her to him, their bodies colliding as he fell back against the bed. A soft giggle escaped her as she propped herself up over him. "So..." She began but was interrupted by him, his thumb brushing across her lips. "What?" He teased, knowing he'd stopped her from saying anything. He smirked, "so...?" He started before wrapping his legs around her and rolling them over and further onto the bed. In one swift motion, he was on top of her, the vest top almost exposing her but remaining in place. As they lay there, their bodies entwined, the line between professionalism and personal desire blurred.

His jeans felt rough against her bare thighs, causing her to wriggle slightly. He rolled his eyes, "stay put." He instructed, getting up to unbutton and remove his jeans, kicking them off to the side near what appeared to be a laundry basket. His dishevelled shirt quickly pulled over his head and onto the floor to join his jeans, crumpled in a pile. He climbed back onto the bed, lifting himself back on top of her, leaning down to press his forehead to hers. He smelled like a mix of sweat from this morning's shift and a woody cologne, the type you expect a manly man like Peter to wear. Avery looked into his eyes, neither of them speaking as his hands softly caressed the skin at her waist. Peter's eyes were soulful, they pulled her in and made her feel as though she could never look away. As much as Avery wanted to surrender to her feelings, she knew they needed to be cautious. The police force had strict rules about relationships between colleagues, and the potential risks weighed heavily on her mind. Yet, in that fleeting moment, she couldn't resist the pull of Peter's touch and the promise of what could be.

She moved her hands along his torso, running her fingers over his tattoos that wrapped around his chest, shoulders and down his arms before settling her hands at the nape of his neck, her fingers lightly twirling the edges of Peter's soft brown hair. Avery's mind raced. He was her colleague, yet here they were, laying on his bed wearing almost nothing, their bodies pressed against each other and breathing in sync with each other. The first day she met him she'd set rules for herself but the more time she spent with him, the more she wanted to forget about them, cross the line and no longer be just two cops working on a case. Their breathing slowed, and Peter's gaze softened as he gently brushed the strands of hair away from Avery's face. He could sense her inner turmoil, and he wanted to ease her worries.

Avery bit her lip, conflicted between her desires and the potential consequences, "We can't let our emotions cloud our judgment."

He nodded, understanding the gravity of their situation. "You're right," he said, his voice tinged with disappointment. "We'll take it slow." The smirk slowly rising back onto his lips as his thumb rubbed circles on her skin. They knew they could find solace in each other during the toughest moments, leaning on each other for support and understanding. Their deep trust in one another translated into seamless teamwork, and their colleagues noticed the newfound synergy between them. Rumours had began to circulate at the station from the first moment they met. Whenever their eyes met across the office or during a tense stakeout, they shared a knowing look that spoke volumes.

She relaxed into his touch, they're bodies melting into each other as they both traced their hands against each other's skin, knowing where to stop but both aching to cross those lines. Avery began to fidget under him, she wanted him to kiss her, but she also wanted to separate herself from him, create that boundary to quieten her thoughts.

Suddenly, a loud trill of Avery's phone filled the silence, her work bag buzzing just outside the open bedroom door. She sighed, "That's my work phone.." She sucked on her teeth as pushed against his chest. Peter moved back to the side, releasing her from their intimate position. He sat on the end of the bed, one hand rested on the bed to keep him upright as he watched her rush over to her phone, still loudly ringing and vibrating.

Avery reached into her bag, scrambling to reach her phone before it stopped ringing. Peter smiled slightly, watching her crouched and fussing over her bag whilst still wearing just her black lace hip huggers and his denim vest. He licked his drying lips as she pulled her phone out, not looking at the ID before bringing the phone up to her ear.

"Hello?" She asked, wandering further out into the hallway to lean against the wooden banister that lined the walkway. Peter's head fell to the side as he watched her walk further away.

"Really?" Avery exclaimed, her fingers hurriedly tapping against the banister. Peter couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the phone but it sounded important. He began to pick up their clothes, slipping quietly back into his t-shirt and jeans as she continued to sound tense on the phone. He placed her bra, t-shirt and leggings on the bed neatly for her then grabbed his cologne from the nightstand drawer to cover up any scents that may be on him or the room, spraying into the air with some of the mist settling over Avery's clothes.

"I'll tell him, thanks." She ended the call and rushed back into the room, her one hand on her chest to keep herself covered whilst her other hand gripped her phone.

"Back to work then?" Peter asked, annoying showing through his tone. He wanted to go further with her, push her limits, break her rules. He wanted her to feel comfortable enough around him that she wanted to do the same but he couldn't tell if she wanted to or not and he didn't want to overstep her seemingly clear boundaries.

"Yep." She stated, turning her back to him in order to slip off his jacket and back into her bra. "They've found something, I'll tell you in the car." She said hastily. She shoved her t-shirt over her head, the scent of his cologne evident on the fabric. She awkwardly pulled on her leggings, hopping in place to get them over her feet. "First, we're have to go to the station and get back into workwear." she added, glancing over at him with a smirk on her face as she gestured to his undone fly. He zipped up his jeans as Avery left the room, scooping up her bag and quickly moving down the stairs to the front door. She slipped her feet into her trainers and turned back to look at him, close behind her, shoving on his socks and panther boots that he always wore, even off duty. He grabbed his bag from beside the door and picked up the keys in the decorative dish on the dining table. "Let's go then." He said, unlocking the front door and gesturing for her to leave first, the car parked outside beeping to life as he unlocked it.

She opened her door and quickly sat inside, dropping her bag into the footwell and pulling the door closed before Peter even had a chance to open his to get in beside her. She flipped down the passenger sun visor and slid open the mirror, giving herself a quick check to make sure she didn't look too flustered. She pulled her bobble out of her messy hair, flipping her head towards the glove compartment to throw her hair up into a tight bun, some shorter pieces falling to frame her face. Peter had got in and started the car by the time she looked over at him. He leaned his hand against the back of her headrest and looked behind him to reverse out of the tight street parking spot.