Criminal Case Oneshots

Secret Relationship

A oneshot for xxxcoolxxxgirl890

Emily's POV

I smile as I finally step into the RV I shared with Hope Newman. She meets my brown eyes with her own. Her lipsticked lips curl up into a smile. She welcomes me as I come over to the girl, sitting in her lap and wrapping my arms around her neck. Hope moves a hand up my neck, messing with my hair. She plays with my short straight brown hair, giggling. I kiss her cheek and she kisses it back. I lean over to her, kissing her on the lips. She kisses me back, and I giggle back. We kiss for a bit, and Hope yanks my sunglasses off, sitting them on the coffee table. I giggle some more and then we get up. I wander over to the bedroom and Hope follows. I sigh, I'm tired and want a shower. Hope comes over to me, wrapping my arms around my waist. I kiss her cheek.

"So, Misses Grinnell, how was your day?" Hope whispers into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

"It was good. It was nice to not run around and look for a murderer or have to search for vampires or demons." I reply.

"I know. That was quite nice." She hums.

"Yeah, I'm sure that you did so much work, spinning around in your wheely chair in front of your computer," I remark, smirking at her.

"Oh really? You snarky little thing!" Hope mumbles, her grip tightening around my waist.

Her nicely manicured nails clutch my waist, brushing against all of my ticklish spots. Her nails had no color to them, but they still had that shine to them from a normal manicure. Her french tips touch the ticklish areas on my stomach, and I can't help but giggle. I covered my mouth, trying to avoid laughing so much, but I simply couldn't help it. I am kissed on the neck, and Hope's lipstick leaves a mark on my skin. I let out a little yelp of surprise. When she does it again on the other side of my neck, I whimper. Hope smooches my cheek and then lets me go.

"Hey, I think I'm going to go prepare dinner. What do you think you would like?" Hope wonders.

I blush, noticing that my skin is dotted with lipstick marks in the mirror.

"I... I don't know, you decide Hopey! I think I'm going to shower while you cook."

"Alright, wipe the mark that I've made on you, Emily." She teases, tracing over the lipstick mark on my cheek.

"I'm not... I just feel gross after walking around the American Midwest. I feel like I've got sand everywhere!" I reply.

"Everywhere you say?" Hope hums, hands grabbing my ass.

"Hands off!- Hope moves her hand, blushing red -You have to wait. But I feel it everywhere, and by everywhere I mean everywhere!"

"Hun, I'll be waiting... but I was thinking about alfredo for dinner? You like that?" She responds.

"Sounds delish! I'll be happy to eat it later." I say, stepping over to the bathroom.

Hope smiles and walks off. I hear Hope playing some punk rock grunge as she begins to cook. I saunter over to the shower, turn it on, and begin to change. I had taken my high-top boots off at the door to enter the RV. I unbutton my black jeans and take them off. I toss my leather jacket off, throwing it on the bed. I take off my dark red top, now standing there in the bathroom, just in a bra, panties, and socks. I checked the water and it was warm, so I took the remaining undergarments off and slipped into the shower.
I hope I can scrub off the lipstick that Hope got all over me. My red lipstick is darker than Hope's. We're supposed to be keeping our relationship a secret, I can't be walking around with her lipstick all over me. Why are we keeping our relationship private and doing things in secret? Well, Chief Arrow doesn't want us dating inside of our team. He said it's not a personal thing, but a protection thing. After all that happened with Gwen... how she found out she was dating a vampire in Pierce Cromwell and her ex-girlfriend Justine Bankston's involvement in murder. We can't help our feelings. Hope's touch is just so good, I can't resist.