One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

42nd (SHERIFF LEE BODECKER) 3

It took a lot of Lee's willpower to get through the night without carrying her to his bedroom, strip her naked, and make love to her. He drove her to the hospital that night, his erection bulging out of his pants, begging for release. She kissed him again as she went out of his cruiser, and it wouldn't be a shame if he'd admit he wants her pretty lips base-down between his legs.

But he had to wait. Even if Angela reciprocated his feelings for her, he knew he had to, because she was special. And oh, would it be worth the fantasies he have of her, all while he sat in his cruiser during patrols, hand sliding up and down his length and shooting his load into used pepsi cups.

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"You wore it," Lee said as she stepped inside his home for her daily work. She beamed shyly, fingertips tracing the soft cloth wrapped around her neck. "The color suits you."

Angela wore the scarf Lee had gifted her yet again the night they confessed their love for each other. Ever since that night, nothing was the same anymore. Every morning she'd arrive for her 'work', Lee would always pull her into a warm embrace and kiss her senseless, making up for the night they mostly spent apart. And on those mornings, Lee would linger a few more minutes than his usual routine before he'd go to the station, and a little earlier at night, so they could spend more time together.

"You have an explicit taste," she chuckled, eyeing Lee as he walked towards her for their morning embrace. "I trust your fashion sense more than mine."

Lee hummed, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a devious smirk on his lips. "Nonsense. You're by far, the best dressed dame on this godforsaken town, sweetheart."

It made her giggle, before their lips met in a fiery kiss. Lee slanted his mouth over hers, his kisses hungry and urging her more. He pressed his lower body to her, and he knew she could feel his growing erection through his pants. He wanted her to feel what a mere kiss and a touch of her hand can do to him.

Angela whimpered lowly, her soft cry hinted with desire caged inside Lee's mouth. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside her, the warm muscle rubbing on her delicate one. He let out a strained groaned, cupping each side of her head with his large hands. He pushed her against the door with a thud, and she moaned in response.

"God, sweetie," He bent his knees and pressed his aching crotch inbetween her legs. Her mouth opened in surpise, eyes darted to his and clouded with a familiar countenance he had missed. Lust. "Ya feel whatcha do to me? It's gettin' harder and harder every damned day to see ya on and about the kitchen, and not have my way with ya."

She shuddered in delight with his choice of words. She had never heard of him talk about such things, but she knew she had to take it with maturity because she's a grown woman now. And she's educated enough about a man's anatomy and how their desires work. And though she always went to church before, she was never too religious. Only shy. She wanted it, too. Only she couldn't find the courage or enough confidence to give him what he wanted. What she wanted.

"I understand, Lee." She breathed, her hips bucking forward on its own. "We...should...wait, I guess?"

Who was she kidding? She didn't wanna wait.

Lee breathed out a visibly frustrated sigh. He felt himself through the front of his crotch, his knuckles barely grazing her own but still brought a delicious thrum to her spine. The proximity of his hand, nearest to where she wants him to touch her was driving her crazy.