Points of Authority

Part 1

Jennie hums lightly to herself as she mixes a drink, standing in the kitchen of her girlfriend's small apartment. It's Friday night, and her body is practically vibrating with a nervous, excited sort of energy as she waits for her girlfriend to come home. They usually spend the weekends together, alternating who travels to whom; this week it was her turn to take the train, and she let herself in with her key earlier in the day before making herself at home, as usual.

She looks at her phone anxiously- she hadn't heard from her girlfriend since this morning, but that wasn't uncommon. Her classes were demanding. Jennie didn't mind, though- soon her beautiful, sexy girl would be in her arms and they'd be spending the entire weekend together. She bounces slightly on her feet at the thought and reaches for her glass, stabbing a straw in it and taking a long, slow sip. The alcohol in her drink burns her throat slightly, but she enjoys the tingle as it spreads through her body. She takes another long sip and glances up at the clock on the wall. Her girlfriend should be home any minute. She wonders absently what they should do for dinner- maybe she should order pizza, or-

A loud, firm knock at the door makes her jump suddenly and she glances at the clock again to double-check the time.

It's not too terribly late, but she's definitely not expecting any visitors tonight. She absently wonders if her girlfriend is, and who they might be- she swallows and shakes her head at the incriminating thoughts. She trusts her girl- completely. After one more sip, she sets her drink down and carefully moves through the kitchen, through the small living room and to the front door.

She looks through the peephole, but, seeing no one, she grows puzzled. Who could be knocking on her girlfriend's door? Should she open it? Should she pretend to not be home?

In the end, her curiosity gets the better of her, and she twists the door handle and cracks the door open, enough to peek outside. What she sees makes her heart pound straight between her legs.

Standing on the opposite side, posture stiff and powerful, is her girlfriend- dressed in a crisp, clean, dark green army uniform. Jennie rakes her eyes down her body, taking in everything, from her black hair pulled up into a tight ponytail and her fitted army hat, to her skinny, black tie cinched snug around her neck (complete with a silver tie clip-Jennie shakes her head at her girlfriend's attention to detail) and all the way down to her creased pants, her loaded utility belt, her shiny black boots- she's flawless, and Jennie's speechless. She raises her eyes from the gleaming, authentic-looking badge pinned to her girlfriend's chest (where the hell did she even get that?) to meet her penetrating brown eyes and swallows.

Lisa's eyes sparkle playfully and they share a silent moment of communication through the cracked door before Jennie gives just the slightest nod of consent. At the reaffirmation to continue, Lisa's eyes harden and she pulls her shoulders back, standing even taller.

"Jennie Kim?" she asks, her voice sharp and commanding, and her tone sends a shiver down Jennie's spine.

"Who wants to know?" she bites back, keeping the door mostly closed, obscuring her face. Lisa looks surprised for only a second before her expression returns to its previous cold, professional one, her eyes narrowing.

"Officer Manoban. I'm here to investigate a crime. May I come in?"

"No," Jennie snaps, moving to close the door completely, but a firm hand and the toe of Lisa's heavy boot stop the door from moving, and Lisa leans forward, shouldering the door open and forcing her way inside. "What the fuck,"Jennie spits, taking a step back as Lisa closes the door behind her and scans the surrounding room with interest. "You can't just burst the fuck into my apartment and-"

"You live here?" Lisa asks sharply.

"My girlfriend does," Jennie snaps back.

"And she's going to be pissed when she comes home in a minute and finds you here."

Lisa raises a teasing eyebrow. "Will she, now?"

"Yes." Jennie glares, crossing her arms and refusing to let Lisa any further into the apartment.

She points her left hand at the intruding officer intimidatingly, her expression challenging as she snarls, "So I suggest before that happens you take your bacon ass right back out the front door."

"Ma'am, I have a job to do, and I'm not leaving until I do it,"Lisa says firmly. Jennie scoffs, but then shifts in alarm when Lisa moves closer. "You don't have anything on you, do you? Any weapons?"

"I have razorblades in my hair," Jennie sneers, only partly joking.

"Well for your safety and mine, do you mind if I frisk you for weapons?" Lisa's voice is almost bordering on suggestive, and the underlying seductive lilt of her voice makes Jennie's pulse pound in her ears. An image of the sexy hands groping her pops into her brain, and she visibly shudders before she shakes her head violently.

"No," she hisses. She advances on Lisa, her eyes dark and burning, and gets up in her face. "And I'm asking you- no, I'm telling you to get the fuck out, please, afores I ends you."

To her credit, Lisa holds her ground, but rests her right hand on her gun holster. She squares her shoulders and says, with only a slight waver in her voice, "Ma'am, need I remind you that I'm here for a reason?"

Sighing irritably, Jennie rolls her eyes and backs off. "Well hurry it the fuck up, I do not have all fucking night. I have shit to do before my girlfriend gets home."

"I understand that, but if you cooperate nicely, I'll be gone soon and you can move on with your evening," Lisa reassures with only a slightly teasing tone.

Jennie shifts impatiently. "Okay, so what do you want?"

Lisa smirks, letting her eyes trail down Jennie's body slowly, completely obvious in her appreciative leering.

She licks her lips, openly staring at Jennies's cleavage and long, bare legs, and Jennie squirms, feeling uncomfortably hot at Lisa's burning regard and close proximity.

When Lisa finally raises her eyes to Jennie's face and their gazes lock, she says, "Some water would be nice. I'm feeling a little bit... hot."

//there's part 2