Hidden Video

AFF STORY CODES/CONTENT WARNINGS: Complete, Exhib, M/F, OC, Oneshot, Solo, UST, Voy



STORYLINE CODE: D (set in the D Is For Damien storyline)



TAKES PLACE DURING (specific story): NA



PAIRING: Det. Dale Tiffen/Dr. Karen Kozak (M/F)



EXPLANATION: Please see "Office Hours" for beginning info on Det. Dale Tiffen and his general attitude of sluttiness. In that scene, he first bags his new shrink, Dr. Karen Kozak, despite how totally unprofessional that is. Here, Dr. Kozak engages in some angst regarding being temporarily separated from Tiffen or some such jazz; don't expect anything meaningful from any of the Tiffen scenes, they're just meant to be...well, slutty. Is it possible to be voyeur to yourself? Followup scenes are "Playing In Public" and "As Hard As You Can."



PERSONAL DISCLAIMERS: Tiffen's "Dr. Kozak" scenes are WAY out there in terms of believability, so please blame artistic license. "Hidden Video" seems at least somewhat physically impossible at points, though I wouldn't know from personal experience.



This scene is from circa 2002, so some details and the writing style may be out of date.



 

She popped the tapes in her VCRs, turned on the TVs, and went to sit on her bed, legs crossed. She pushed PLAY on the remotes, taking a breath and letting it out. Static hissed across the screens for a moment before the TVs each showed a shady image of her bed.



She'd called him even though he was at work. Asked to see him that night. Said it was important. To her it was. He'd come, as she'd asked, and she knew he'd do with her whatever she asked. She'd been burning with fire ever since he'd first made love to her in her office, standing behind her at her desk with his hips moving slowly, inside her, his hands fondling her breasts. She had to feel that--him--again, and keep a token of it, in case they never got a third chance.



Tiffen had looked startled when she mentioned the videocameras. There were three of them; she had enough money for the TVs and VCRs already, and simply borrowed two cameras. But she knew he'd go along with it, if it was what she wanted. And he had. After it was over and he was gone she'd carefully labeled and hidden the tapes. Now she was ready to view them for the first time, alone on her bed with her hands reaching gingerly beneath her nightshirt. She had to relieve the burning fire building up inside. This would have to work.



She'd always been very flexible, and had even taken a few gymnastics courses before deciding on psychiatry. The middle TV screen showed her lying down on the bed from above, on her back, spreading herself wide and bringing her legs up beside her head. Total exposure. The left screen showed the view from the head of the bed, the right screen the view from her side. She licked her lips nervously and tried to think of this as another woman, a stranger, with herself merely watching.



Then he entered the picture. Her breath sped up. On the left and right screens she could see him approach, member full and erect, thrusting out high; on the middle screen she saw his back, lean muscles flexing as he joined her, reaching out to touch the exposed back of her thigh. She'd turned the sound on on only one video; on it she let out a wavery sigh.



She reached under her shirt and hesitantly touched herself, shivering slightly.



She followed with glazing eyes the three images of him slowly climbing into the bed, spreading his own legs, climbing atop her, mounting her. On screen one she saw his face as he bent near, panting, to kiss her. On screen three she saw his legs clasp both sides of hers. On the middle screen she saw his back arch and his buttocks contract as he thrust into her, and her own flesh beneath him quivering. Her mouth opened and shut, opened and shut. She clawed the bed.



She breathed heavily, rubbing with her fingers.



In the videos, dim and grainy, he took hold of her breasts and started moving, slow and even, up and down. She panted at the sight of his muscles flexing and relaxing as he thrust into her. The sound on the left TV, where she could barely see his face above her in the dimness, was turned on; she heard her own faint whispers. "Oh...God...oh..."



In the right image she arched continually into him, baring her neck. In the middle he almost obscured her; beneath his moving body she could see only her legs and arms and the top of her head. Her leg muscles tensed and relaxed in tandem with his motions. She could see his fingers squeezing her breasts in the first image.



She absently turned up the sound, rocking herself slowly upon the bed as her fingers massaged. The sounds of her and his heavy breathing filled the room around her. Once in a while she whimpered. When he groaned, low and guttural with pleasure, she shivered and moved a little faster.



The six on the screens moved faster, also. She favored the middle screen, where she could see him best; though on the third screen she watched him move up and down, in and out upon her. She let out a moan of need and desire--half mournful that she couldn't feel it--when he sucked on her breasts. She imagined his tongue swirling warmly around her nipple.



From the TV, her voice, gasping--"Oh, my God...oh...oh, please...God, yes..."



She relished the moment when he spoke, his voice low, husky. "Karen. Unh." He grunted thickly and spoke again as the real Karen squirmed from the heat inside her. "God, yeah...this is it...this is good...ah, this is really good...oh, yeah..." His words trailed off in a series of groans and panting. The TV Karen moaned and thrashed her head.



God, if only she could feel him in her again, right now... Nothing was going to quench this fire...



"Please," she moaned in the video.



Within moments the six on the TVs were moving more rapidly, he thrusting steadily while the bed creaked. She studied his face in the video, his bared teeth and glazed eyes.



"Please, Tiffen," her video image wailed.



He grunted. "Oh, God, yeah--unh--yeah, this is good--ah, you're damn good and tight--just the way I like it--ah, yeah, yeah, this is good--unh--"



He dropped his head. On the right screen, he pushed quickly, pulled quickly, in and out. In the middle video his thigh muscles pressed against her; his buttocks relaxed and contracted with his pumping. He panted heavily, letting out a grunt, thick and pleasured, quivering atop her.



She panted in real life, her fingers working quickly.



She was sorry that it had to end so soon, with him speeding up to a rapid thrust and then throwing back his head, groaning as she cried out "Tiffen!" and arched. She jerked on the bed to see his buttocks quiver tensely for a moment and then relax, his breath whooshing out, and relaxed herself; but even as he rolled off and the images eventually went dark she still felt unfulfilled inside, alone.