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GETTING CLOSER (BLINDSPOT)

Zapata and Reade (drabble length) some things need to be said...and they say them...

Zapata and Reade sit close enough to lean across and kiss; they sit on folded knees, with their knees touching, each basking in the proximity of the other. Zapata says:

"I don't have any more doubts about where I should be-where I HAVE to be. I know that you paid-off that bookie, Reade, and that you, Weller, and Baldwin Jones, my old partner at NYPD, kicked his ass, told him he'd better not come back for more. FORTY-EIGHT THOUSAND
DOLLARS-where did you even get that much money!? And he would have: kept coming back-he's done it before. The last time he came for his money, he made me an offer...sex for the 'vig'. I was so DESPERATE...and you stopped him."

"The money's from my Wall Street days." He pauses, unsure of how to phrase his next question: Would you have..." he can't bring himself to continue.

"I can't honestly say NO. There WAS NO LIGHT Reade-only darkness. I was in a deep, dark hole, with no hope of ever getting out...then YOU showed me friendship, and then LOVE. You showed me that I have value, that I can be a part of life, like everyone else; instead of just surviving,
day by day."

"I was drawn to you from day one, at the academy. At the NYO."

"I saw the way you looked me. Remember, I flirted...I was attracted; you never made a move!"

"I had a sense that you needed a friend more at that time...a confidant, more than a relationship. And I was right. I thought if I stayed close..."

"About that: I know that you pulled strings to us get assigned there, together. After I found out, I smiled, a real 'shit-eating grin'.

"My Dad's retired FBI..I...had to be near you. I just had to", he says.  "I wanted that too: only I didn't know how to say it or put it into words. So much LOSS-personally and professionally that I always had this fear. And I found that fear doesn't go away; it's something that we face. Reade...I've been scared for a long time; scared that I couldn't handle college; that what happened to me at the 75th precinct would just go on and on...I believed that I didn't deserve
or even want love - that just casual sex or one-nighters were fine. When WE met new fears came out: that you'd find out about my gambling addiction...my messy life and so I ran from you. Everything inside me screamed to stay, to face my fears down but I was so used to running that's what I did. I never expected you to forgive me -to not give up on me and when you didn't I fell even more in love with you. DEEPER STILL after you found out all of my secret demons. I needed that: I needed YOU ."

Patterson and Gord aka Rich dot Com/

"I wonder if this arrangement is 'working' for me," Patterson said nervously, unsure of how Gord aka (Rich Dot Com would take the news. "I'm not saying that it isn't working - only that I'm not as sure as I was previously.

"I know that you covered me when I shot Dominic Masters for...what he did to me after I was kidnapped. I realized that I will do anything for you: COACH JONES, the heroin...Once I knew that, I resisted giving in to what I was feeling. My past is... unbelievably horrific, Reade. I was sure that if you knew about what I endured, what I had to do to...survive, that you would get as far away
from me as you could. And I couldn't stand that, I couldn't...it seemed the better choice...to accept that, as always, I'd never have what I really wanted. I'm programmed for that."

"We have some nicks, you and I. SCARS, chunks taken out of us. JONES...I wanted to take my own life. I knew that you were a kindred spirit and I can't explain how I knew. I fell for you even more when you covered me on that pervert. I would never have pulled myself out of that heroin nightmare, without you. There IS a light in you...dim, but still there."

"Thank you for that." She gives him a light kiss on the lips: LIGHT, but full of meaning...the kiss deepens, and the two lovers get their lower garments off and as Reade begins to tease her 'lower smile' she squirms, gently nips at his bottom lip, and hisses "Forget the foreplay: metamela "...he lifts her legs high and complies with her request - sinking deeply into her wet-ness...each (in turn) sighs loudly, their bodies infused with instant pleasure...Zapata widens her thighs to allow Reade more room to 'work'...his eyes never leave hers as he lengthens and deepens his strokes, exploring her tight walls. A mix of discomfort and pleasure creeps across her lovely face...Reade reverses until only the crown of his member remains at her entrance before sinking
in then pausing to allow her time to adjust to the sensation. Within minutes he picks up the pace. Each thrust elicited waves of pure pleasure that showed on her face and came through in her moans. His hands guided her hips as his thrusts came faster and harder.

He leaned down and caught her lips in a tongue-filled kiss, not missing a beat - the solid 'thwap' of his groin connecting with hers is like the back-beat of the world's finest rhythm sections [think 'Chic' or 'Power Station')...the room was filled with the sound of their heavy fucking, her screams of pleasure, and his grunts of exertion; the pleasure was building up in Reade and it was spilling
out of her...

ZAPATA: "FUCK; OH GOD YES!"

READE: "AH...AH...AGHH!"...

...and they 'SPEND'...[they cum]...

[We MAY continue - depending on reader interest]