Dark End Of The Street

The weather was cold already. Liv wasn’t sure if she was happy about that or not. She usually wore at least, pants and a shirt with sleeves to work, but today she also wore a large coat. She didn’t like to be cold and didn’t like getting sick. Better safe than sorry, she thought as she grabbed her hot cup of coffee and headed off to work.
The city was alive, even this early in the morning. She lived and worked in a large metropolitan; there always seemed to be people out and about no matter the hour. Liv soon arrived at the downtown police station. She was a detective for the local P.D. She loved her job but that was all she had time for. Her job was her life. At least she was doing something important. Well, that was what she told her mother every Christmas that she remained unmarried and childless. Liv sighed inwardly as she sat down at her desk.
“Good Morning, sunshine,” a familiar voice said in front of her. She looked up to see her partner of seven years. She smiled and shook her head as she crossed her arms.
“Brady, I will never get how you can be a morning person. I would much rather communicate with grunts and hand gestures this early in the day.”
Brady smiled that half-grin of his that made Liv want to melt. But she kept her cop face on, betraying nothing. She was really good at that. Brady turned to set some papers on another detective’s desk. She watched him move, eyes trained to pick up every detail. White-male, mid-thirties, approximate height is six foot, short brown hair, blue eyes, muscular build, attractive. He was wearing a dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, slacks, and a tie. Brady’s clothing was tailored and nice looking to be professional and still showing his nice build.
He turned back towards Liv and sent her a look that was meant for only her eyes. A look filled with love and sadness. She smiled back but showed the understanding in her eyes. Brady sat down at his desk and began to go through the sizable stack of paperwork, acting perfectly normal. She looked down at her own desk and drank down the last of her coffee. It burned slightly going down, still a little too hot, but it helped to center her.
Liv pushed her chair back and walked briskly towards the bathroom. When the door shut behind her, she made sure to lock it. She put her hands on either side of the sink, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Opening her eyes slowly, she met her own reflection. White-female, early-thirties, approximate height is five-seven, chin length brown hair, brown eyes, solid build, some-what attractive. Liv is wearing a nice top and slacks. She stares into her own kohl-lined eyes. The one thing her appearance couldn’t tell you was that she was completely in love with her partner.
She has broken the cardinal rule of law enforcement. Never, ever fall in love with another cop, especially your partner. But she loved him. He loved her. Liv guessed they could ask for different partners, but to really make it work they would have to switch precincts. But then there was no one she trusted at her back more than Brady and because of the time they spend at work, they would never see each other anyway. In the end, they were fucked. She sighed again and tried to tell herself that this was better than nothing. She could live like this, not letting the world know, as long as he was by her side.
As soon as she got back to her desk, Brady stood up.
“Just got a report, there is a dead hooker at the city dump.” He said as he slipped his arms into his blazer.
Liv nodded as she wrapped her coat around herself and followed him out to the car. At least she could always count on the criminals to keep her from thinking on her own problems for too long. The day went by in a blur of interviews and dead leads. It was well after dark when they decided to call it a day. Liv stretched in her desk chair and tossed her pen down onto the desk.
“As much as I hate to do this to you, Brady, but I think it is time to go home.”
“I thought I was home. I spend more time here.” He said with a laugh.
They both got up, gathering the few things they needed to take with them. Liv buttoned up her coat and went to the back door to leave. Brady was close behind her as they both exited into a dark street on the side of the building that led towards the car. The street was empty. The door locked behind them and they silently walked further into the blackness. Brady stopped and stepped against the wall, pulling Liv against him. Her arms were around him and their lips crashed together.
At the dark end of the street, it is where they always meet properly. Hiding in the shadows, where two cops didn’t belong. Only truly living in the darkness and hiding alone. It was shit but at least Liv had her body pressed against his and Brady’s tongue was in her mouth. For this moment, at least, life is wonderful. Liv pulls away, breathless. Brady keeps his face close to hers, rubbing their cheeks together. She smiles against his skin. It is just them at the dark end of the street.
Reluctantly they move away from the embrace and keep going towards the car. Their fingers lightly brush together as they walk. Just that little contact sends waves of electricity through Liv’s body. The car doors shut and the vehicle seemed to be filled with all of the heat between the two of them. It was almost too much to take. It was easier to play normal when other people were around. But when it was just the two of them it was hard not melt into him, to touch every part of him and get lost in the embrace.
The car ride home was filled with idle chat and hand-holding, just like any normal couple. Sometimes Liv could get caught up in the fantasy that they were just like every other person who was in love. But soon he stopped the car in front of her apartment building and the reality set in. Liv let go of Brady’s hand and got out of the car, trying not to look back and regretting ever being away from him.
Liv makes her way to her apartment. She stripped down to her panties. She slid her bra off but kept the shirt on. She lay down on the bed and pulled her a large pillow close to her. Her shirt still smelled like him. Liv thought about how his skin felt against hers, how his hands felt on her body.
She could pretend a little more. Her hands cupped her breasts then moved slowly down her body. Now they were his hands. His smell was surrounding her. She could see his chiseled face above hers. His hard body was against hers, his fingers working her just right. She came and he was gone. Liv hugged the pillow tightly and pulled her thick blanket over her body. She always felt the sharp pain in her heart at night. She wished like crazy that he could be here, holding her as they slept, their breath mixing together. She knew time was going to take its toll; they had to pay in some way, for the love the stole.
******
“Liv, you ordered the roast beef on wheat, right?” Brady asked, digging through the bag fill of sandwiches.
She nodded as she pulled out their sodas, the Dr. Pepper and Mountain Dew. One of the rookies had gone down to get lunch for everyone else. It was a busy week. Liv gave the rookie, his name was Jones or something, the money for their food. Liv and Brady always paid for each other and ordered for each other. They worked like an old married couple. Nobody ever said anything about it. It was just another part of the routine.
Liv took a bite of her sandwich, followed by a large drink of soda. She read over some of the notes from a previous case that seemed to somehow be connected to the dead hooker. There must be something they were missing but she couldn’t quite see it. There was a supposed witness coming in soon. Maybe something will fit into place.
Brady was smacking away loudly, like always, and it drew her attention towards him. There was a large gob of mayonnaise clinging to the side of his face. She rolled her eyes and picked up a napkin. She leaned over to him and wiped it off. He smiled boyishly back at her, the way he did when no one else could see. Shit. She pulled away and sat back down. She hoped that intimate moment was not spotted by anyone else. Their cop masks came back down. Liv’s eyes darted around, seeing that no one noticed; she felt a little better. She took another drink and got lost in her stack of papers.
An hour later the witness left the interview room. Liv wasn’t sure how credible the guy was but following up on his lead was better than sitting on her ass. When the interview room door clicked shut, she came out of her thoughts.
Brady was suddenly at her back, his hands touching her arms. She closed her eyes as he smelled her hair. She thanked the higher powers for having a room that had shades covering all the windows. Liv turned in his arms to look him in the eyes.
“It’s a sin and we both know this is wrong.” Liv whispered.
“But our love keeps going on strong.” He said, brushing a finger over her cheek.
She hugged him tightly, pressing her face against his chest.
“They are going to find us someday, love.”
“Well, when daylight is all around and by chance we are both downtown, we will just walk on by and try not to cry.” Brady hugged her. She could hear the emotions in his voice. He was just as torn up as her.
Liv heard someone talking outside the door loudly. They jumped apart and tried to slip back into the roles they played everyday. Concentrate on the case, think of the victims at hand.
Later that night, Liv sat in her apartment with a cup of tea and a book. She was wearing panties and one of Brady’s oversized shirts that she had gotten sometime ago, wearing it always made her feel better. She was trying to relax, to fill her time with something other than work. Her shades were drawn, no noise, and the lights were low. It was almost like she had made her home into a cocoon.
A strong knock at the door made her jump. Liv got up to see who was at the door. Almost no one came over to her place unannounced since she was seldom there. She pulled the shirt down, trying to cover herself a bit more. She checked the peephole and saw a familiar face on the other side. She quickly opened the door and pulled him in, making sure to lock the door after he entered.
“Brady, what are you doing here?”
She saw his eyes look at the shirt she was wearing. He recognized it. Brady smiled that boyish grin and this time they actually were alone.
“I missed you. I have felt stressed lately. I just need to be around you.”
Liv closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together. The fire exploded between them. They could talk at work but they could only do this now. She pulled away to start undressing Brady. His shirt was soon off, revealing his toned upper body. Her hands went to his pants while he toed his shoes off. Brady removed his own underwear, leaving him naked. Liv shivered at the sight of him. God, he was a sight to behold.
Brady put his hands on her hips and slowly took off her shirt. Then his hand, big and strong, was pulling her panties off. Liv directed him into the bedroom and onto the large bed. He collapsed onto it, pulling her on top of him.
Liv kissed him and ran her hands down his sides, just feeling every part of him that she could. Brady’s hands cupped her ass, letting his fingers drift further down, slightly grazing. Liv knew he could feel the shiver that ran through her body. She pushed her tongue harder into his mouth. Their teeth clashed together. She breathed through him. Who would want air when they could have him?
The times they couldn’t touch each other were murder and just this was almost worth all the pain. Sometimes it was like they only had one another, this, and the dark end of the street. Brady pulled away, bringing her back slightly. Quickly, he rolled over, switching their positions. The weight of his body on top of hers made Liv feel safe, at home, nothing could go wrong like this.
“At night, before you sleep,” Brady’s voice was husky making her shudder. “Do you picture me? Touching you, making you feel like this?”
“You know me too well.” She tried to laugh but her throat was suddenly dry. He knew exactly the effect he had on her.
Slowly, he kissed down Liv’s neck. Slowly, down her left arm. His lips moved over her wrist, ghosting over it. The wrist is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. People seem to forget how just a quick bite or cut could make a person bleed out, a quick and easy way to kill someone. You should really trust someone to allow them to touch there. Brady kissed her wrist over and over. She loved and trusted him more than anyone could ever know.
“I think about you, too. All the time. You are never out of my mind.”
Liv sat up and looked down at Brady. He moved his head to her lap, his eyes upturned to meet hers. A sad smile came over her face. Everything was so bittersweet. She ran a hand through his hair. His smile was a little brighter than hers, more hope filled. His eyes closed as he moves to nuzzle her crotch. Almost by reflex she opens her legs more to him. Foreplay was fun, but with Brady it was not really necessary. It was like she was always ready for him.
Brady sat up, making himself fully visible to her. His body was perfect; he looked like an angel, only darker. His cock was hard and full. Liv sat up, wanting their bodies together again. One hand dropped to his cock, just wanting to touch all of him. A sharp breath of air escaped his lips.
Their lips met again. They seemed desperate. Liv knew that underneath everything they were desperate. Brady was like a secret drug, she would do anything to get another hit. Desperation, consuming love, passion, they all seem to be the same thing.
Sitting down, Brady pulled Liv onto his lap. Liv needed him. Now. She lowered herself onto the length of him. Liv knew she was shaking. It didn’t matter, it felt so amazing. Brady felt amazing. Liv wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing them close. His arms encircled her and they both began to rock back and forth.
Liv is lost, lost in the feeling, lost in Brady. But it all seems so perfect. Just right, like this was exactly how she was meant to be. Brady crushes them together. He was moaning loudly and Liv was murmuring things that weren’t exactly words. His cock was moving deeper. The heat was spreading.
Brady moved his head to lay between her tits. He licked her nipples, making her almost go crazy. She rode him harder. She didn’t want this to ever end but she wanted more.
“You are wonderful. Liv. Liv. Liv.”
“Brady. I never want to stop.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
Something hit just right and she was careening over the edge. Liv rode the waves, trying to stay conscious. Brady yelled and she felt him coming hard. He thrashed below her, driving her into another orgasm.
They hit the bed, still wrapped together. She laid her head down on his chest but keep her eyes locked on his face. She felt their breathing start to coincide. They were like one. But they could only act that way here. And at the dark end of the street.
He was her world. That was all she really needed. And she would always belong to him. Even if they can only say so at the dark end. She could feel their hearts beating as one.
“Always.” She whispered.
“You and me.” He replied.