Steam

Judy was tired.

No, she was more than tired, she was exhausted. Her most recent assignment has been draining, both mentally and physically, she had been working the case by herself for over a week without a break. 

On the Monday of the previous week, Bogo had handed her a case file, several thefts all over the city with no apparent pattern to them. Worse still, forensics had turned up nothing, no physical evidence, no trace, not even a partial fingerprint, whoever this perp was they knew what they were doing. She had fewer leads to go on than the Otterton case and managed to crack that one. Ordinarily, Nick would have been there to back her up, but he was at the academy teaching a class for a couple of weeks, Working solo wasn’t ideal, but Judy loved a mystery so she jumped at the chance to take on a challenging case like this one and she was confident she would be able to get to the bottom of this one in a day or two.

Judy was very wrong!

While the victims had already spoken to the police, Judy wanted to hear from them herself and have a look at what was left of the crime scenes. She spent the first two days interviewing everyone, there had been 10 thefts so far, homes, stores, warehouses, some thefts had taken place at night, some in the middle of the day. On and on it went, even the government wasn’t safe, a small monument had been taken from a public park in Meadowlands, Judy had spent an excruciating 3 hours talking to the deputy director of Herds and Grazing, an overly energetic border collie called Leslie who spoke for almost the entire time without pause. At the end of the second day of interviews, Judy had spent more time in her squad car driving from one location to the next than she had talking to the vics. In all that time on the road, she had managed to learn nothing of substance other than that each of the premises was unoccupied at the time of the thefts.

She spent the next day at her desk going over as much camera footage as she could from around each of the crime scenes, CCTV, traffic cams, and even videos from camera phones that had been uploaded to the internet. She tried to take notes, write down anything that looked suspicious so she could follow up on it, but by the end of the day, she had a splitting headache, painful knots in her shoulders and her notepad was covered in doodles rather than anything useful.

She hit the streets again on Thursday, rather than spend another unproductive day looking at useless video footage, she went looking for some of her shadier contacts to see if they could shed any light on the burglaries. She found Finnick first, he had nothing of use to tell her, but then he was a hustler, not a thief, so she didn’t really expect him to know anything. She had higher hopes for Duke Weasleton, who was both a hustler and a thief, but he also had nothing useful. Even Mr. Big, who always had an ear to the ground, had no leads. Feeling disheartened and desperate, she asked around her CIs, most of them were just as clueless, however, she had a stroke of luck when one of them, a rather unsuspecting owner of a bakery, came up with a potential location for the next hit. With this information, and a slice of excellent carrot cake, Judy raced back to the station house to check out the stakeout van.

Despite feeling slightly reinvigorated at getting a break, she found the idea of a solo stakeout somewhat daunting. Solo stakeouts were never a good idea, one person couldn’t watch everything at the same time, and they had to sleep at some point. Usually, they were run as two teams of two, but the rest of the department was swamped, so nobody was free to cover it. The only reason Nick had been allowed to go to the academy was because it was a direct order from the commissioner. So Judy set up the camera and watched, and waited.

She spent the next two days cooped up in the van, barely leaving it lest she miss something important. It was cramped and uncomfortable, the headache that had been there since Wednesday showed no signs of letting up and now her neck had knots as well as her shoulders. It was late Saturday night when she decided to call it quits, she had seen nothing, nobody had entered or left the building for two days, not even the owner, and she wasn’t even sure if there was anything in there to steal. She drove back to the station house, feeling dejected, tired and cranky and she hoped not to see the inside of the stakeout van for a VERY long time, she hadn’t showered since Tuesday morning and it was starting to take on a smell. She passed out at her desk as she was going over camera footage for anything she might have missed.

When she awoke the following morning she found that, thanks to sleeping at her desk, she now had a new pain in her back as well as her neck and shoulders. She was in a sour mood as she faced another day of looking over video footage that would probably turn out to be useless. The case had been a nightmare from the start; what was really digging at Judy was that these were essentially petty thefts, nothing that had been taken was especially high value, whoever it was, they probably weren’t selling the items they’d stolen. She obviously wasn’t dealing with a criminal mastermind, it was probably just a bored college student, she just found it incredibly frustrating that they clearly knew a little something about covering their tracks.

She looked at her reflection in the coffee pot as she waited for it to brew, she had large dark circles around her eyes and her ears were drooping, she looked exactly as tired and moody as she felt. Nobody bothered her as she poured herself the biggest coffee she could carry and plodded back to her desk, it was still early and the rest of the day shits hadn’t started yet, and those that were already working were giving her a wide berth. This suited Judy just fine, she was in no mood to talk to anyone at the moment, putting her earphones in she put some music on and started looking over the stakeout footage.

She lost track of how much time she’d spent looking at her computer screen as she scrubbed through the video looking for anything that might give a hit as to who was behind these thefts. While the building she’d been staking out hadn’t yet been broken into, she trusted her CI to have accurate information, the stakeout van was unmarked but not entirely inconspicuous, Judy clung to the hope that the perp had been spooked and decided not to go through with it and that something would show up on the video.

Looking up from her screen she saw that a few hours had passed and it was now mid-morning, the bullpen was a bustling hive of activity as the other officers on the force carried out their work, she had been so engrossed in what she was looking at she had missed the rest of the squad turning up for work. She was about to get up to refresh her coffee when something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention, she turned back to her computer and saw a car on the video playback. There was nothing particularly remarkable about this particular car but she thought she had seen it before. She made a note of the license plate, the only actual note she’d made among a sea of doodles.

Scrolling back through the video she saw it again, the same car had driven past the building 20 minutes before she had seen it initially, then again 10 minutes before that. In total, the same car had driven past the building half a dozen times in the space of about 2 hours. It was a pretty weak lead, but something told her that this was the lead to follow. Running the license plate she found that it was a privately owned vehicle, but that the owner drove for Zuber. She put in a request for the list of fairs that the driver had taken on the day but since it was Sunday she wouldn’t get anything back from them until the morning at the earliest so she decided to go over the other video footage again to see if that same car, or any other Zubers, showed up at the other crime scenes.

She was awoken by the ‘ding’ of an arriving email, she had fallen asleep at her desk again having worked through the night watching video footage and checking license plates. Her desk was a mess, it was littered with coffee cups, snack packets and sticky notes covering most of the remaining space. However, she had discovered that at each of the crime scenes a Zuber had been present in the hour preceding the break-in. The email was as she hoped, the list of fairs for each of the Zubers, she spent the next hour cross-referencing the times and one number stuck out as common to all of them. She was still more tired than she could ever remember being, she still ached everywhere below her ears but she smiled, a slightly manic look on her face. “YES! You’re mine now!” She exclaimed to herself. She brought her fist down onto her desk as she spoke, knocking over a number of empty cups. Some of the other officers in the bullpen looked over in her direction, more out of concern than curiosity, but she paid them no mind as she rushed off to Bogo’s office to get authorization for an arrest warrant.

The evidence was pretty circumstantial and not much to go on, but given the utter lack of any other evidence, it was the best they had. All she had to do was bring the perp in, then she could hand the case file to one of the desk sergeants and wash her hands of it, her job done. Arrest warrant in hand, Judy rushed off to the perp's address.

The person who answered the door was a young lioness not more than 25 years old, Judy silently cursed the perp’s relaxed demeanor, she knew she had to look haggard and on the verge of hysteria herself. “Took you long enough,” was the only thing the lioness said as Judy led her back to her patrol car. The ride back to the station house was silent, the lioness taking her right to remain silent seriously, at least she now had the decency to look a bit nervous. Judy was abstractly curious about the perp’s motives but found the more she thought about it the less she cared, that was somebody elses problem to solve.

The next few hours passed in a blur, she booked in the lioness, compiled her notes and handed over the file to one of the sergeants for follow-up. Bogo had congratulated her on a job well done, then given her a week off to recuperate. She headed straight to the locker room, stripped off her uniform and dumped it in a bin having lost track of how long she’d been wearing it, turned on the shower as hot as she could stand and stood there.

She let the nearly scalding water run over her body, finally soothing her tired and sore muscles, having not showered for close to a week the feeling was almost orgasmic, the next time she saw Nick they were going to spend at least a day in bed. She thought about the fox, he had been her first real friend when she moved to the city, after he graduated from the academy they had moved into a small apartment together and very soon after had become lovers. She had really missed him this past week, not only would he have been able to help with her investigation, but he would have been there to relieve some of her frustrations. She lost track of how long she had stood there but it was long enough for steam to fill the room, the aches in her back were finally starting to abate and as she breathed deeply the steam was beginning to clear her headache.

“Carrots, you in here?” Judy was startled to hear the voice through the mist.

“Nick?” she asked, “What are you doing here?” She saw the vague outline of his head peer around the corner through the steam. She made no move to cover herself, the more time she spent under the hot water the more relaxed and like herself she felt. The frustrations of the week that had manifested as sore muscles had now become a different sort of ache and had moved further down her body, she found herself almost painfully horny. She had planned on taking care of it once she got back to her apartment, but now here was Nick and she found she couldn’t wait that long.

“The academy didn’t need me for the second week, so they sent me back here early. Bogo said you’d just finished a tough case and you’d been in here for about an hour so I thought I’d check on you.” Nick’s voice said from somewhere in the mist.

“Don’t care, lock the door,” Judy ordered. She heard the sound of the lock being turned, then Nick appeared through the steam. Judy grabbed a handful of the ZPD academy sweatsuit he was wearing and pulled him under the shower with her. She had desperation in her eyes as she pulled his head down to hers and kissed him, forcing her tongue into his muzzle. Her hands were fighting with his sweater, trying to pull it off his body.

“I’m happy to see you, too, Fluff,” Nick said as she succeeded in getting the sweater over his head, “but, is everything alright?”

Judy’s hands had moved down to the cord on his sweatpants and she had started to untie them. “This week was terrible, Nick,” she said in between kisses. “But now I need you to fuck me!”

“Now?!?”

“Right now!” She said, “Right here, in the shower.” As she spoke she pulled his sweatpants down revealing his erection.

“Aren’t you worried about everyone out there hearing us?” He asked

“You’ll just have to be quiet,” she said with a grin. She grasped for his cock, giving a few encouraging strokes. “Now, fuck me!” she ordered again.

With no further words, she felt as Nick grasped her under her butt and lifted her up, pinning her against the wall of the shower. A small moan escaped her as her back made contact with the wall, but was then silenced as she found her mouth full of Nick’s tongue. Closing her eyes she surrendered to what was about to happen. She still had her hands on his penis so she started moving it towards her entrance, once she had found purchase Nick took over and thrust into her.

They both gasped as he drove his cock into her up to his knot in one stroke, wasting no time Judy started to grind her hips against him. Nick responded by starting to thrust, small movements at first, pulling out a short way before slamming back in, but before long he had lengthened his movements pulling out almost all the way.

Judy gasped in Nick’s mouth as one of his hands found its way to her breasts and started to grope and squeeze, first at one then the other. Her nipples were erect and each time he swiped a finger or a claw over one it sent a pulse of pleasure right down her back and caused her vaginal muscles to clench against his cock. The feeling was exquisite, and as Nick moved his mouth to claim one of her nipples she nearly climaxed.

She was not an inactive partner, she moved one of her arms around Nick’s neck, her small claws digging into the thick fur of his shoulders. Her other hand was still at his groin, she grasped at his knot, massaging and gently squeezing it, occasionally moving to cup his balls. She knew she was doing a good job as his breath caught in his throat and his cock flexed inside her.

The outside world disappeared for them in that moment, all that mattered was each other. Water poured around them, they were already soaked before they started, but somehow the heat from the shower made everything feel more intense. Or maybe it was the risk of being caught, they’d never done anything like this before, in fact, Judy was usually quite prudish about sex, it was a private matter and not something that needed to be broadcast to the whole world. However, her arousal stuck so suddenly she needed to do something about it right then and there. For his part, Nick seemed not to care, he was going along with it after all. She didn’t think they were making too much noise, and hopefully, the sound of the shower would drown some of it out, but they would still need to be careful when they left the locker room so as not to draw too much attention to themselves. 

Nick continued to thrust vigorously into her, every time he went to suck on one of her breasts his whiskers would tickle the nipple of the other. Judy’s thighs tightened around his waist each time a new spike of pleasure ran through her, her vagina clenching against him. Before long, Nick's movements became more erratic, less focused, and he tried to press his cock into her deeper, his knot kissing the edge of her opening.

“Not here,” just whispered with a gasp, she was on the edge of orgasm herself and knew what Nick was trying to do. “Don’t knot me here, wait until we get home.”

With a nod of assent, Nick claimed her mouth with a passionate kiss, gave one last thrust and came. Judy felt his cock begin to twitch and throb within her and when she felt the first shot of his cum her eyes rolled back and she too climaxed.

They both moaned, the sound muffled by the kiss they shared. Judy clung onto Nick as she rode out her orgasm, squeezing him, pulling him close to her so she could feel as much of him as possible. She felt his claws dig into her butt cheeks as his muscles tensed and relaxed, she could feel his heartbeat against her, racing.

Breaking the kiss, they both panted as their shared orgasm ended, Nick gently lowered her back to the ground and Judy stood on shaking legs. As he withdrew from here his essence began to drip from here entrance to be washed away with the shower water. The steam-filled room somehow felt hotter than it did before, the atmosphere becoming stifling. The full realisation of what they had just done hit her, but rather than panic, she was excited.

“You should get out of here,” she said with a giggle. “Go wait in the car, I’ll be down in ten minutes, make sure nobody sees you. We’ll pick this up again when we get home” she winked at him. She turned back to the shower as Nick scrabbled around to find some dry clothes. She heard the door open and close, the cold air from outside causing her to shiver. She had no idea how long she’d been in the shower, or how long they spent having sex, but felt it was high time she left lest she get uncomfortable questions from the other officers.

Ten minutes later she was hurrying past the bullpen on the way to the parking lot, she didn’t make eye contact with anyone and said nothing as she left. She had found the whole ordeal exhilarating, far from curing her sudden horniness it had made it worse. “Take me home, Nick.” she panted as she climbed into the car next to him.