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A Kitty for Santa

By: monamante



Darkness is the way of the day, the ambience is sinister and the mystery adds to the flare. A 15,000 square foot home is the setting. I walk in with nothing but my costume and keys. The keys are to my car which is securely parked in the locked garage and my personal room for the night. I am staying in a theatre room equipped with surveillance cameras and comfortable seating, where tomorrow's clothes are waiting for me.

The house has been rented out for this last week in October. The renter is a good friend of mine, Jordan Bahn. She has an obsession with Halloween. I thought I was bad by dressing up every year without missing one year but she goes all out. 

It started when she was a kid and her parents threw a huge Halloween party every year. When she was 18 she threw her first one and now she is known for the best Halloween parties around. One quarter of us are invite only, the others are pay to get in and you must be invited to even pay. It balances out the cost to throw it and the rental property. She's a party planner and a lot of the cost gets covered by favors businesses owe her. 

I used to help at the beginning but when it started getting to the point where we had to rent a house I had to take a step back. My job is an 80 hours a week kind of gig, and the dedication it takes is a lot more than I can handle or give.

Today's shindig is being held in Beverly Hills. We have called the house Janice place, the side that faces the city has floor to ceiling windows. An infinity pool at the edge and a viewing deck on the side of the house. There are 10 rooms 14 bathrooms, I never understood the whole having more bathrooms than rooms thing. An office, a gym, a huge chef's kitchen, a dining room and a theatre room. The office is where Jordan is running this event from and where she will be sleeping. We are the only 2 who should still be here in the morning. Another friend of mine is doing security and he takes his job seriously. His company has brought in 10 women to be placed around the house and outside and they are all in suits and masks. So they don't stand out as much. 

I am dressed as Catwoman, this is the costume I have wanted to wear for as long as I can remember. When I was younger I had the kid version. Today I am in a whole other league, head to toe leather and a mask to hide my identity. Jordan is dressed as Wonder Woman, every year she's a female superhero. Sometimes she invents them Super Nurse, Lusty librarian anything that she can make look sexy and make her worthy of a villain. 

Everyone who comes to this party usually sees each other throughout the year. However, I love the secrecy and mystery involved in wearing a mask that hides the identity of a person, and a costume that makes you shallow and uninhibited for a day. I'm not shallow, but I do love a woman with a good body. Although, if it doesn't come with a brain and respect I rather not go there. Tonight it is all about the body and soul. Most masks reveal the eyes and for me the eyes are a persons carryon lie detector. 

I can see everything I need to know in a person's eyes. Love, compassion, loyalty, fear, anger, sadness, resentment, everything. I'm an excellent judge of character, a trait I picked up from being a good listener and expert body language reader. 

My flaw, I'm a genuine, honest to goodness, good person who accepts a persons flaws without regard for safety sometimes. I want to see the good in everyone and sometimes I get hurt in the process for allowing too many chances. 

That's what happened with my ex. She constantly went out of her way to be a bitch then she begged for forgiveness and made empty promises. I finally got tired of it and well that's where Jordan comes in. She's the slap in the face kind of person who sticks me with a shot of reality, she keeps me sane. 

Back to the party at hand. I've danced with several beautiful specimens and the touching has been all too sensual. Did I mention that this lovely party is a women only affair. All rooms have different themes and most doors have been removed. There is no privacy if you want to do something, you do it in front of everyone and believe me no one is holding any reservations. The house has been wired with a surround sound system and the music is pounding throughout. 

I walk from room to room enjoying the view and many women who want to dance. In room 4, themed Pirate's Alcove, there are girls in corners in a state of bliss from what I can see because I can't hear shit over the music. Hands are under skirts, in between zippers, up asses and groping breasts, ahhh sordid love affairs with strangers, what it is to be young. 

I go outside for fresh air after a steamy but brief encounter with a TRON woman. Next to the glass railing stands a woman with a Corona in one hand and a mask in the other. A body lean like an athlete with short hair but a little longer on the top. She's all in black but I doubt she's security since they aren't allowed to drink. The mask is from V from Vendetta. I make my way over I would love to see the face that works that body. I'm about a few feet away when she puts it back on along with the hat and hair attachment and turns around. 

Standing a few feet away at the railing, she looks at me up and down nods and looks back. I wonder if she will stay quiet or make conversation. I stay where I am, I want to talk but now I can't see any eyes that might give away what kind of person I'm dealing with. Jordan comes out and lays her body on my back and I notice my nearby visitor move just enough to look at us. 

"Tiff, remind me why I do this every year." She hugs me from behind.

"Because you're a Halloween whore." That gets a laugh from my neighbor and Jordan.

"Hey V, I'm Jordan the lovely hostess of the night, you are?" She extends her hand and the gorgeous woman extends hers, but Jordan stays on me. 

"Santa."

"I don't remember you being on the list but I assume that's not your name and you're also not from the North pole. This is Catwoman." I extended my hand and she also shakes it. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you Catwoman, may I get you something to drink, while I go back in?"

"Heineken, thank you." Her voice is low and sensual, I'm a sucker for a woman with a low deep voice, but hers is also sexy. She sounds like a night time DJ who makes you want to go through the radio and just let them talk you to sleep. She walks away and I have to turn around and just watch her move. If I had to describe her walk it would be smooth, with a purpose and a body that knows who's boss. She has swag, mad swag, everyone's eyes follow her as she goes by and some smile even though they can't see if she smiles back. 

"Damn I think someone's kitty is going to be a lil moist." She had backed away as I turned around. 

"Shut up Jordan, who is she?"

"Honestly I have no idea. I don't recognize the voice or the body and I'm sure I know everyone who should be here. You interested?"

"Definitely, here she comes." She's carrying four bottles in her hand. She hands me my Heineken then offers up everything else.

"What would the hostess like?"

"Hmmm, I would like you on my office desk, please, but my friend here did see you first so I am going to leave now before she scratches me." While taking a Corona and quickly walking away, bitch.

"So Catwoman do you have a name?"

"I don't know Santa you tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."

"How about we leave it at Santa and Kitty?" 

"Sounds like a plan." Mood killer, her phone went off. 

"I'm sorry it's work will you excuse me?"

"Sure." So I thought moment of truth right, she'll take of her mask to talk. She turns around and lifts it up. Talks and then puts it back down before turning around, damn.

"Sorry Kitty duty calls but it was a pleasure meeting you and Wonder woman. I'll see you around." 

To ask for her number or to not ask, well she is the one leaving so I guess if she really wanted she would ask and who knows maybe we will run into each other again or she's just using this lame excuse of work to get away from me, maybe I'm not her type.  

I just waved as I downed my Heineken. It would take more than a beer to get over that gorgeous woman. She stopped for a second, shook her head and left.

Then my phone went off. 

Damn it, it's work. "Detective Prescott..... I'm off for the night no exceptions remember..... What do you mean, well if the mayor is requesting it then I guess he can call himself to ruin my night." I hung up, if its that serious I'll get the call in a few minutes. 

I walked over to the house and thankfully Wonder Woman was by the back entrance. 

"Hey lover I have to go, duty calls." 

"Damn it Tiff I thought you had the night off you were supposed to enjoy Santa and have fun you need to get over your ex."

"I did have the night off until the some higher up put in the call, I don't have a choice. If I fight it then I'll really get a higher up calling and hottie left also something about work. I'll see you later. Great there's the call I was waiting for."

"Yes,..... Yes Sir it's just that it's my night off. Well, if I can get a couple extra days off that would work for me, I understand......Agent Solo, okay I'll be there, it'll be a while it is Halloween."

I hate working on Halloween especially when I had requested the night off, damn these people and their special request. Damn these people who can pull strings and force me to work. Damn you Agent Solo whoever you are. 

I went into what was supposed to be my room for the night and changed into half my sleep clothes and half of tomorrows outfit. I did not intend to go looking like cat woman in full leather. 

I put on a black muscle shirt and jeans and a pair of chucks. Not exactly professional but it would do. I have a jacket in the car I can grab it when I get there. Wait let's zoom in on camera 3. Sexy, at least someone is gonna get lucky tonight. Nope wait it's more than just a couple, it's a room full of mostly naked beautiful women. This is even better than porn.

Camera 3 is in room 10, I know I don't understand why the numbers don't coincide either. Head count guesstimates that there are 7 women in this room. Two couples and a threesome. What I would do to be in that room? 

This room was the only one on the third floor that had a door, a bed and 2 sofas. Only three people had access to it. Myself, Jordan and Natasha, one of Jordan's financial backers. The girls in this room were more than likely all her special invites. She's a model and she loves her job. So yes, most, if not all the girls in there are also models, who love women. Don't get me wrong they're not all lesbians but they can appreciate a woman in all aspects. 

On the bed we have Natasha, a Brazilian model with long brown hair and a set of curves that wold make a coke bottle jealous. Then there are two other lovely women, one I recognize as Leslie a gorgeous Colombian model who is the exact opposite of Natasha, tall and slim, small breasts and a tiny butt. She has the presence of royalty and that's what makes her attractive. Last but not least Christy, my ex from many years ago. Damn she's still as beautiful as I remember. She is the girl next door looking type who grew up on a farm in central California, but don't let any of that fool you because she is kinky. 

Damn this case I can't just go in and expect to leave within a few minutes. I have been with Christy and well Natasha and I, are well acquainted, we're each others stress relievers. Leslie is the only I have yet to meet under different circumstances, not that we haven't wanted to. With her modeling schedule and travel and my crazy hours we barely got to a first date. 

I can say that I am glad Christy found herself two beautiful women to entertain her. What I loved about her body was that she was so real. Her skin was soft and delicate, and when she worked out her sweat glistened on her body and it was just sexy. She didn't look like she had worked her ass off but rather as if she had been coated with a mist. Her eyes are green with golden rays, and her smile lights up a room but her grin makes you wanna undress her and fuck her till tomorrow. Her ass is perfectly tight, she works for her booty. Her boobs are her main attraction, more than a handful, believe me I tried, two handfuls if you ask me. I had never made love to a woman's chest, but hers were so sensitive and when paid the right attention to she would cum from that alone. 

Christy was on her side facing Natasha while Leslie was between Natasha's legs eating her out and finger fucking Christy. If all these women on a bed had caught my eye, just observing them was making me hot and kitty was definitely moist. I can't even remember when I had started touching myself over my clothes, but I would definitely make time to take care of myself, what's another 10 to 20 minutes.

I went over locked the door and sat on one of the theatre lounges and focused the entire screen on camera 3 and zoomed in on the bed. I pulled down my pants and moved my thong to the side, I was ready for my own time. Natasha had definitely found those beautiful tits on Christy, and she's had them pierced since the last time we were together 3 years ago. Her mouth was playing with one while her free hand fondled the other. Natasha reached over and pulled Leslie in tighter as she appeared to be cumming into her mouth, she was a squirter and Leslie was more than eager to lap it all up. When she was more than satisfied she kissed Christy before going to eat her own meal. 

Christy laid back while Natasha crawled between her legs and Leslie was beckoned to her own dinner table. I could feel my own climax approaching. I was working two fingers into my wet pussy and another two on my clit, I needed relief and this was a two hand job. Leslie stood over Christy and lowered herself right onto that agile tongue. 

Christy had one hand on Leslie's ass and the other in Natasha's hair as she licked up and down her slit. I can bet she's teasing her by avoiding her clit. She was a fucking tease like no other. She could have you at the edge of bliss and never allow you release until she wanted it, power trip I tell you. 

Leslie was holding on to the headboard while grinding herself on Christy's nimble tongue which was also pierced, that I could definitely remember. She had done it while we were together and she was amazing at eating pussy before that little attachment and afterwards. That girl could use it like a sexy little toy on its own. 

As I was thinking of her very able tongue, I could feel my climax fast approaching and just when I was getting there, Christy went over the edge. Her back arched off the bed and her hand gripped Natasha like it was a life raft. Next was Leslie, tossing her head back and holding on to Christy's tits. Damn if I had audio this would be too easy. My kitty was tamed for now but I knew I needed release from someone other than myself and I needed it soon. As I sat here allowing for my bliss to pass I remembered I had a job to get too. 

Oh if I didn't have to leave I would take my turn on that beautiful bed. I'm sure since Christy and I were on good terms she would not have minded. I went into the bathroom, got myself cleaned up and then there was a knock on the door. 

"Just a sec." I had to return the camera's to their little split screens.

"Leslie!" If that didn't give away that I had just seen her naked I don't know what would. 

"Hey Tiff, Jordan told me you would probably be gone, I'm glad I caught you."

"You caught me all right," and I was in for a spanking. Leslie's costume, which was MIA just a few minutes ago was a fucking sexy as hell Ring Master, top hat and riding crop included. She was wearing thigh high sheer stockings with a lace trim and black stripes. A collar with a bow tie like a present and a jacket that put her small chest on display. 

"What's up?" Besides my blood pressure and wetness level.

"Do you really have to leave?" She stepped into the theatre room instantly noticing the screen. "Holy shit are you spying on everyone?"

No just you. 

"Um, no." Lower head in shame. "This was supposed to be where I was staying after all the fun ended tonight but I have to head out to work."

She turned around bringing her riding crop right underneath my chin. Under most circumstances she and I would be the same height. However, right now she is at least 4 inches taller than I in those fuck me stripper heels. 

"You know we never did get a second date."

"We were busy." She stepped up right in front of me pinning me to the door, of course I could get away but would you really run away from a Colombian model with a riding crop who wants to use it on you.

"Well, then let's skip the dating and go straight to the sex." Oh hot damn I'm supposed to be going to work. "I'm good at what I do, I bet you saw Natasha holding me tight and trying her best to keep me in place."

Deny. Deny until you die.

"I was just changing to leave, I'm guessing I missed the show."

"That's too bad because Christy had a taste and she thought I was worth seconds." Oh fuck I am going to cream my pants and soon.

"It really is too bad." Keeping the crop at my chin she undid the button on my jeans and slipped her hand inside straight to my pussy. 

"You are wet." She started working her fingers between my lips and I realized I was letting her have her way with me. Two beers and a sex scene make me one compliant girl when I'm horny. Of course she is one of my trusted friends who wants to make me cum. Right now I don't mind because it's been too damn long. I had to turn my head at least pretend I tried to stop this. 

It only fueled the fire when she went for my neck.

"FUCK!" I couldn't just let her have her way with me while I stood helpless I might as well enjoy this if I'm going to be late. I turned back and looked for all the confidence she had taken from me. Lifting my hand to her pussy only to find it fully on display with no covering.

"You are one naughty ring master." Stroke for stroke, bite for lick and lick for bite we were on a mission and it was called 'Orgasm.'

I brought my other hand down and couldn't help but grab her ass damn she was naked. All anyone had to do was lift her thigh high skirt and see her pussy. 

Holding her ass and pulling her close, I was working her slit. 

"You're still wet."

"I was saving it for you."

Slipping two fingers straight into her pussy made her forget her task at hand, and my mission was a go. Her fingers inside me stopped moving as mine started their sweet torture. She had the upper hand from the moment she stepped into this room but I wanted to be more than just a willing participant. 

"Then let's make good use of it." Pulling her fingers out of my pants I dropped to the floor on my knees and went for a delicious slice of pussy pie. Pulling her leg to drape it over my shoulder I hid under her skirt, and grabbed her ass forcing her to use the door for support. I went in to her pussy like it was my last meal, I mean after all I was supposed be headed to work. 

This had to be quick so fingers and mouth. I inserted three fingers into her pussy and my tongue was working overtime. 

"Fuck baby." 

Hearing her call me that while between her thighs was exciting me even further. Her clit was in my mouth and I was forcing it to grow for me, to show me how much it wanted to be played with, how much it wanted to be teased. Thrusting my fingers inside her willing body, her hands tangling in my hair pulling me tighter now I was being kept in place.

Her breathing was unsteady and her knee gave out, forcing her body harder against my fingers and that was the final trigger. Mission 'Orgasm was complete. 

"Oh fuck that was good." Cleaning the moisture from her pussy on the back of my hand, I stood to hold her close. 


A Kitty for Santa Ch. 02



Agent Solo stepped out of a black town car as it pulled up in front of my building. As I stepped outside, Solo grabbed me and pulled me into the lobby, away from the cars view.

"What the fuck?"

"I'm sorry, I know you don't believe me but I swear I didn't mean for this to happen this way." I tried crossing my arms while I held my bag in my left hand, still looking away from her. "I haven't been with anyone since I met you and the last thing I want is for you to run away from me. I like you, I really really like you and I need you to know that."

I turned to look her in the eyes, eyes I had once longed to see and now only wanted to go away. 

"I hate you Santana, I hate how you played me from the start. I'm only going because I'm being forced to do this, no other reason. Do me a favor and let me do my job and you do yours." 

I went to walk away and I actually thought I was going to make it when she pulled me back, turned me around and pinned me to the wall forcing me to drop my bag.  Okay I know I should've pushed her away or slapped her or kneed her or something right? No, I stood there frozen and I saw pain in those big brown eyes, blood shot maybe not from crying but from anger. Second time I let a sexy woman pin me down, mental note for later, I may like this. 

Her strength made it difficult for me to move, she was incredibly strong, deceivingly so. I could see she was trying hard not to show too much emotion but was failing miserably. 

I stopped squirming and just inched myself closer to her. Kissing her lips, she released some pressure. I kissed and kissed until she kissed back. Wrapping my arms around her neck, she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me into her body. I don't think I had ever wanted anyone more than how much I wanted her right then. I could feel her attraction to me, her need for us to be together in this moment. She pulled away and a tear rolled down her cheek. 

I have to admit that I have no idea what's wrong with me. I know she's married but why would she care so much if she was married, right? I was just mad and then she apologizes and gets slightly aggressive and I kiss her. Really of all things to do, I kiss her? I always said I would never break up a marriage. I'm not that person but I don't feel like I'm doing anything wrong, I don't think they're together. 

"I know you don't owe me anything but please don't blow me off. I'm not like everyone else, I'm better than what I seem to be, I promise. Please, don't walk away, Kitty. Just give me a chance" I held her in my arms and nothing else mattered.

"I swear Santana you better not be fucking with me because I swear I will kill you and make it look like an accident." She smiled and pulled me in for a hug.

"I promise you, I'm worth it." She picked up my bag and opened the door for me, her wife ... no Agent Butler was standing outside the car with her arms resting on the top of the passenger door. 

"What the fuck took so long?" I could sense bitterness in her voice. 

"Fuck off Jane." Bitterness, these two are definitely not a good match. 

"Yes my love, I love it when you take charge." She is evil looking, like a Disney villain. 

If I had to describe her I'd say she looked like Maleficent, from Disney's Sleeping Beauty. A chiseled face and surprised eyebrows, like everyone in Hollywood, with half closed eyelids like she's trying to be sexy. I have to admit she is kind of attractive, in the 'I would fuck you if you weren't such a bitch sort of way'. She's tall, about 5'10", in a slim lanky worm creature type. She looks too fragile to be an agent. 

The car ride was awkward, I sat in the backseat with Santana next to me. Jane was in the front seat looking at her phone. I put in my earbuds and tried to the best of my abilities to figure out why drama followed me like white on rice. 

At the airport a small jet was waiting for us. It had a few more passengers, but I paid them no mind as this was only going to take about an hour. 

Having to once again interact with Jane we discussed the two cases in LA and what my thoughts were. Truth be told I didn't like her nor did I trust her. She gave off a bad vibe and I had a hard time discerning whether it was because she was Santana's wife or if it was something else, either way I didn't trust her. I would prefer to keep her at a distance, I only gave her the obvious details, since she seems like the type to take all praise when it does not merit her. A car was already waiting when we arrived at the airport, this time I jumped in the front seat and Santana drove. Jane was forced to sit in the back alone, forced to watch Solo and I talk.

When they said Vegas hotel I thought they meant like MGM or the Venetian or maybe Circus Circus. No, it was some run down motel off the strip with roaches all over the place, old wall paper and mold seeping out of the walls, disgusting would be an understatement. This would make evidence collection meaningless. I doubted this room had been cleaned properly in years. Thankfully for me, Agent Solo took the lead and let me do my thing and every time Jane intervened she took care of it. By the end of my search Jane was grumpy, I was in my world and Santana looked fuckable, yum. It was hot as hell and by nightfall she was in her undershirt helping me get the evidence bagged and tagged. We were a team and Jane looked like she wanted to strangle me. 

Tomorrow we would have to finish the canvassing of the area which she and Jane had done with other officers. We still had a few things to grab before leaving back to home base. I was also told by my superiors that since I would have to stay out here until a full investigation was done, I had some leeway to what I was allotted. FBI would give me money per day of services rendered and my people would do the same. I went on one of those online sites and booked a 5 star hotel and would end up making a 75 dollar profit per night, not too shabby.

See I know how far I can push and well having forced Jane to call my superiors was just a means to an end. I knew that it would take a lot for them to force me to go and they would have to make it worth my while. Them on the other hand they had no choice and their budget was crap. 

"Santana where are you staying?"

"A hotel off the strip, you?" 

"Planet Hollywood, have dinner with me? My treat." I made the cutest face possible, with a little batting of the eyelashes. I didn't care what Jane thought I was going to make her life miserable. 

"I'd love to. Jane you have your own car right?"

"Yea they brought it by earlier. Why? Are you leaving me?" She looked mad and she had a box full of equipment with her. 

"Yup we're gonna go have dinner. Bye." She grabbed my backpack and we were off. 

If they were truly in a marital relationship I would have seen it somewhere when I checked up on her and none of my people told me about it so it seemed sort of odd. If I was married I wouldn't leave my wife, I wouldn't talk to her the way they talk to each other and I sure as hell wouldn't let her go have dinner with some sexy ass, beautiful, smart woman like myself. Also why would she have gone out with me to dinner and that night at the bar without Jane knowing. This whole thing is just a whole ball of confusion. 

"Thanks for not leaving me alone tonight. I hate Vegas when I have to work." 

"Thanks for giving me a chance." I felt her hand brush against mine, but we knew better than to hold hands. 

"Just thank your wife for being a bitch."

"Please don't call her that." 

"Wife or Bitch?"

"Wife, she is a bitch." When we got to the car I wanted to push her up against it and just kiss her but I knew Jane would be watching and I still was unsure of what kind of a person she was.

"Only if you and I go dancing tonight." I jumped in the car and closed the door as she went to the driver's side. 

"You have a deal."

My day had been long and it was only getting longer. When Santa and I arrived at my hotel I was excited to be able to shower but unfortunately because it was late my room was still being cleaned therefore making it unavailable. I wanted to be nice and polite but I was just a little tired since I had dealt with Jane all day and my only response was I made reservations here is the number make it happen, making sure to make the gun and badge as obvious as possible. The lady at the front desk left for almost 10 minutes to try and figure out what could be done. By the time she returned I was waiting with my hand on my gun, very non-threatening I say.

"I have spoken to my Manager and we have a suite available with two queen size beds would that be something that would accommodate you?"

"Yea that's fine." I was ecstatic when she said suite, but I didn't let her see that. I had seen pictures and let's just say that I get a living room and a tub. 

As soon as I had my key card in hand I went in search for the proper elevator. If you've ever been to Vegas you know what I mean, if not let me explain. All casino's are extremely large and can be very maze-like. Now the rooms can often be spread out into different wing. Therefore you have to go to the appropriate elevator to get to a certain wing. As we found the proper elevator Santana and I walked in and a naughty elevator scene came to mind. 

Apparently great minds think alike. Walking up behind me Santana pushed our floor number and pulled me into her body as she wrapped her arm around my waist. 

The way she took possession of my body and the look in her eyes, I knew I wouldn't deny her. I dropped my bag and pulled her head closer, kissing her with ardor, getting the need out of the way I began to tease her and coax her tongue to come out and play. Biting and sucking her lip with one final ring of the elevator to end this round. 

"That was naughty Kitty."

"Thank you Santa, I'm trying to make the list this year."

"Oh you're on a list alright."

"Ouch." She had just spanked me. I didn't even bother to turn around she was surely enjoying the view. "Let me guess a naughty girl should be spanked."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Bitch."

"In heat too."

Now that deserved a halt, forcing her to run into my ass. 

Her hand went right around my hips pulling me into her body her lips right next to my ear.

"Does Santa want to bend over and take it like a bitch too."

"Oh Kitty I would much rather be in a position where my pussy uses her tongue nice and slow." She dragged her tongue right around my ear and began to nibble. I almost purred. 

"You are one dirty bitch."

"And you are a naughty pussy."

I slapped her hand away and resumed my strut down the hall of shame. 

"Behave Santa I might have to tell Mrs. Clause what you've been up to."

"I would much rather show her."

"I'm sure you would."

Santana and I had agreed that she would shower in my room and now I was having naughty images of us in a tub and no one was getting any cleaner. 

There we were headed out of the elevator in search of my suite. It just rolls off my tongue, we were basically headed down a never ending rabbits hole. Finally we arrived at the end and realized that my number wasn't there. I figure why not try the key in the unmarked last door. 

Ding! Ding! Ding! Unmarked double-door it is. 

Only to run into three more doors, another double-door straight ahead and one on each side. Of course I think I'm cool, I go for straight ahead why not what do I have to lose. 

Ding! Ding! Ding! I win again. 

"Damn Kitty you have some luck."

"I met you didn't I."

Barely passing the door I am hit with a view of the strip through the panoramic windows. Hell on wheels couldn't compare to this room. To the left I had a high table with director's chairs, dead center there was a large wraparound sofa and Santa was more than happy to jump right onto it.

"Make yourself at home baby."

"I sure will." She found the remote and turned on the nice 42" Plasma. 

"Baby you need to go take a shower."

"In a minute dear." We sounded like an old married couple. 

Right before I walked into my room I took a quick detour to the full bar and admired my new tub. Maybe we can Christen it or maybe I can remember that I should figure out why Santana has a wife. Mood killer.

With a drink in hand I went looking for my shower. I thanked the high heavens I was FORCED to take such a nice room. But nothing compared to the sight of Santana in only a towel, dripping wet. I had forgotten to take my clothes in with me. I was so excited to shower and not be sweaty, I just jumped in. I found her in the bedroom where our bags were.

She looked fucking appetizing and I wondered how much of a struggle I would put up if she tried to come on to me. As I came out and she stopped moving and just stood while I walked towards my bag. It was cute she was actually in shock, I think. I walked over and closed her mouth with my hand. 

"It's cute but I might just have to stick my tongue in there if you don't keep it closed."

I turned around and dug around for my clothes, I could feel her body close but she wasn't touching me except for tracing her finger up my arm. 

"Why do you tease me?"

"No teasing sugar I just forgot my clothes. Go back to your side of the world before I throw you on that bed and fuck you till tomorrow."

"I wouldn't mind." She had her mouth right next to me and her breath on my ear caused goosebumps all over my body. As I turned around my towel dropped. I grabbed her head in my hands and kissed her. She pulled me in and I unwrapped her, feeling her wet body pressed into mine I moaned in her mouth. I felt her leave a trail of kisses while she made her way down to my neck. I traced her body feeling the muscles straining. I stepped back and finally got a full picture of that sleeve and many more tattoos on her body she was stunning, she had muscles in places I didn't even know had muscles. Even then she was so womanly so sexy. 

She brought her hands down to my assets and pulled me up and into her arms.

"Fuck, we can't do this." 

"I want you."

"I do too but I can't, I'm sorry." I gave her one last kiss and tried to get down but Santa was taking me for a ride.

Turning around and laying us on the bed, my woman had a destination in mind and there were no stops. Her body on top of me was exhilarating, her knees between my thighs forcing my pussy to part like the red sea. I had been saying something hadn't I.

Instantly her lips were on my neck licking, kissing, sucking, nibbling. I couldn't tell the difference if I tried it was all making my pussy wet. I wrapped my legs around her forcing her body closer. Tangling my hands into her hair, I dropped my head back giving myself to her allowing her to take me wherever she wanted. 

Her hands touching my body, my hips, my thighs, I could feel how much she wanted me. Working their way up my body finally pushing herself off of me. Our breathing was labored our hearts were thumping and she had stopped.

Opening my eyes looking for a sign of what had gone wrong.

"I'm sorry." She tried to stand but I wrapped my arms around her I no longer wanted her to stop.

"It's okay."

"No you didn't want this, I should've..."

"Stopped. I didn't even try to stop you." As she rolled off of me I held her close. "I think we both needed that. Just lay with me for little bit."

Her eyes told the story that could only remind me of one other person, myself. Heart-broken and scared. Wondering how someone we just met could make us feel so emotional. Wondering how someone so amazing could want you. Hoping that this just might true. 

"I am going to go to the bathroom and get dressed and you my ravishing beauty will stay here and do the same. Then I am taking us to get dinner."

"Thank you for not giving up on me Tiff. I've never met anyone who is half as impressive as you."

I rolled on top of her and worked my pussy onto her thigh.

"I'll expect some reward for letting you back into my life."

I jumped of the bed grabbed my bag, looked at her body one last time, fuck she is so sexy, and went to get dressed in the bathroom. Just one more rinse before we leave. 

When I came out 45 minutes later with my hair and make up done she was dressed and laying back on one of the beds with her feet hanging of the end. I had decided that since I was in Vegas I was going to be a bit more daring and had packed accordingly, well as much as one luggage bag allows.

Donning a pair of tight leather pants, a loose royal blue sleeveless shear top with low-cut suede booties with metallic stiletto heel and leather accents I was ready to make a statement. Lastly was my black leather jacket with a motorcycle collar.

Damn it why does she have to be so damn sexy. She's wearing dark wash low rise jeans and a white long sleeve button up shirt which is up pulled up right underneath her chest and her hands are on her bare stomach, which has two black nautical stars tattoos on the edges of the V muscle area that leads to her own personal V, they're about as big as a post it note. 

What to do, what to do, wake her and go eat, straddle her hips and have her do me till tomorrow, order in and let her sleep? Decisions. Decisions. I went and sat on the bed next to her head and traced my finger around her hair line down her ear lobe and a smile appeared with a moan. I kept going after she stayed still, down her jaw and to those gorgeous lips that make me feel like I'm in heaven when they kiss me, she kissed my fingers. 

"I thought you were gonna hide in the bathroom all night." She opened her eyes while I worked my hand down her neck down to her forearm.  "I thought you were sleeping."

"I was, but then this Kitty started having her way with me and I wanted to see what would happen."

"I guess it's too bad you won't get to see how it ends." She sat up and sat next to me while I pulled my hand away.

"I'm beginning to think this is just a dream that'll never happen Kitty." We were both looking down. She was right and a part of me was wondering what about us being together made sense, the fact that we worked together or she moved a lot or that she was married. None of the above.

"Do you still want to go to dinner?" I needed to figure us out and what better way than with food.

"I do."

"Then lets go."

I grabbed my room key and she grabbed her bag. If I have two beds then she can stay here and away from her wife. Wait what if she doesn't want to stay here and would rather stay with her wife. Why do I want her to stay is it because I like her, I like her company, I have two beds so why not or I hate being alone in Vegas? All of the above. 

"Hey Santa do you want to share the room with me? It's big enough for both of us and that way you don't have to go back and forth picking me up. If you want." Damn me and having such light skin, I was blushing and this was uncommon. Why am I nervous? 

She stood there and just looked at me for about a minute. She finally dropped her bag and stepped into my personal space, which obviously meant nothing to her.

"I'd love to share the room with you Kitty. Thank you, I hate the idea of having to drive back and forth and believe me your room is way better than mine." I stepped aside and tried walking past her to the door. Santana put out her hand up blocking the door way. 

With the door open Santana stood behind me. Apparently we weren't going anywhere just yet. Her hands started at my waist and worked their way forward and under my shirt. 

"You look sexy."

"Thank you."

Her lips found their way to my neck and the kisses worked their way up my neck to my ear. Her hands feeling their way down my body and between my thighs, around to my ass. I was feeling a burn everywhere she touched my body. My eyes were closed and she was weaving a spell with the touch of her fingertips around my body, exciting every nerve ending. Working her way up my back and around to my lace encased...




A Kitty for Santa Ch. 02



"Santa." Her fingers were teasing my nipples. I had to put my hands on the door frame to hold myself up. Thank goodness for the second door that protected me from being an exhibitionist.  

"Kitty I want you on my bed with nothing on." Her left hand cupped my pussy and forced me to bend at the waist pushing my ass right into her pussy. Pulling her hands back and holding my hips her she worked her crotch right into my ass in circles. I couldn't let her have all the fun. 

Bending my knees, I bent at the waist and squatted down forcing her to let go of my hips, working my way back up slowly. I lifted my ass tracing her legs with it all the way up to her pussy. 

"Sorry baby but you're going to have to wait. Now that that's settled, let's go to dinner and dancing."

"Dancing?" 

"Yup there's a club downstairs. How does the sugar factory sound for dinner?"

"Are we having candy for dinner?"

"Yea they have the best s'more martini and sundae's."

"Okay" I love the fact that she never questions me when it comes to food. She thinks she may be going to eat dessert after a full day of working but she's fine with it. 

We decided to walk since the restaurant was one casino over and the club was downstairs. On our walk to the elevator I remembered the last scene pretty soon we would be fucking in front of everyone. Thankfully the elevator wasn't empty, I just could not control myself around her. 

On our walk to the restaurant we stayed close to each other and holding hands. If Jane was around she would get more than an eye full. It was nice to have someone but I couldn't help think that this might be a limited engagement. 

Over dinner we talked about her relationship and why she hadn't mentioned it and why they were getting divorced. 

Turns out, her wife is a crazy bitch who can't take no for an answer. She explained that she was different when they met and were together. Jane had asked her to marry her and to her it made sense. She didn't exactly feel like it was the next step but she loved Jane and just wanted her to be happy. So after 2 years of being together they got married. 

They got a house together while they were in D.C., rental, she moved too much to ever buy anything besides a car. Then it started, Jane kept a lot of company from different walks of life and she loved to party. Even with their busy schedules there was always someone at their place drinking with her and she got tired of it. 

One day when she was supposed to be in Miami for a case she came home early, to find Jane fucking her boss and some other girl on their bed. Apparently there were also drugs around the house that would have been the worst thing for her career. 

She walked out and asked for a transfer that same day from a higher up. She had it granted when she showed a picture of all of it to her bosses wife who was her superior, no one crosses Santana and doesn't pay for it. It wasn't too hard on the consideration of her recommendations and all the favors she had to trade in. She didn't go back to Jane and had since avoided her, that was how she ended up in LA.

Solo had been trying to get Jane to sign the divorce papers since. The case had forced her to travel a lot while she had been married so she could only assume that it had been going on for a while. She never tried to confront Jane and got her stuff when she had seen Jane leave their place.

Leaving the restaurant we continued with her story. 

"So why didn't you make a point of pointing out the obvious when she came into my lab that day?"

"I had a friend of mine with me a while back when I went to a friend's birthday party and she assumed we were dating. Well she lost her temper and went off on me and made a big scene. Since then I avoid her like a plague but she won't sign the divorce papers and I avoid arguing with her because I'm afraid to kill her. I know it sounds dumb but no matter what she did or does to me I don't want to deal with her in front of anyone any more."

"So what happens now with you and I?"

"Well I like you and want to see what can come from this." 

"What happens when the case is over?"

"I can't say that I have an answer." I don't know what I expected to hear but that was definitely reasonable. I guess a part of me needs to know if we have an expiration date.

"Okay. You up for dancing?"

"You sure you still want to be around me after everything?" I wanted to just turn around and go home and try to pretend none of this was real. Live my life before anyone showed up at that Halloween party where I might've had a chance with a girl, who I could possibly date. 

"No, but I know that I like you and would like to try, if you're up for it, regardless of end game, if you want no pressure." 

"I would really like to try." She pulled me into her and all I could do was fall into her body.

"Let's go dancing."

We spent the rest of the night together and danced until early in the morning. Dancing with her was like an erotic public display or at least that's what it felt like. I mean you have all this freedom to touch, caress, gyrate, grind and fondle anything within reach and that is what we did. Eventually all the heat got to be too much and we finally went to our hotel room. 

"I'm gonna shower." 

"The last time you went to shower you left me all hot and bothered." I headed for the bathroom.

"Then go to sleep before I come back out, you know I'm irresistible."

"Tease." I went into the shower and made it quick, in a few hours we had to go back to the crime scene and deal with Jane, that takes effort and energy. 

When I came out Solo was in a muscle shirt and grey sweat pants on her bed on top of the sheets, asleep. I considered my options crawl on top of her and make her mine, Option 1. Option 2: wake her up and help her get tucked in and go to my bed. Option 3: Leave her alone and go to sleep. Option 4: Ask her to sleep with me in my bed so that I could have her near. All these options left me wanting to share a bed with her and have her hold me. I wanted her regardless of anything, I wanted her. I know that your average friends don't share a bed but were not just your average friends or co-workers, she's my Santa.

I sat on her bed and kissed her forehead and she smiled. 

"Sleep with me." She opened her eyes and sat up on her elbow to look at me. "Just in the same bed and just sleep I ... I don't want to be alone."

Her smile got even bigger. "And here I was thinking I was gonna get lucky."

We both laughed and climbed into her bed. I was wearing a pair of shorts and a camisole. I felt most of her body behind me and she was warm, along with her arm underneath my pillow holding my hand and the other around my waist, tracing patterns on my stomach. 

"Good Night Santa."

"Good Night kitty. I told you, you would ask me to go to bed with you."

"I guess you always get what you want, huh."

"You would be surprised, I still can't get this one girl I'm really into."

It was perfect, nothing in this world prepared me for being so at ease with this person. I had never lived with anyone and as comfortable as I may have been to have someone to wake up to sometimes it was nothing compared to waking up with someone you truly cared about. Until this trip I didn't know what it meant to wake up and go to sleep at peace. -------------- Vegas turned out to be a total waste of time. All leads were dead ends. There were 9 cases and the last 3 from what I could see were all professional set ups. They were not linked by case. They were not linked by state or investigating officers. Only similarity was that the FBI had spoken to them or the victims were part of a case. Honestly I hate to say this but it's an inside job. 

"It doesn't make sense."

"Whose making the payments for these murders if they aren't related?" I was pacing the room back and forth and Santana was sitting on "her bed" in the room. She and I had slept in the same bed for the 2 weeks, nothing sexual just sleep, whenever we were able to get sleep. We had gone through all the leads and video feeds for as long as possible and nothing had turned up, the woman had made herself invisible. 

For the exception of the first night we hadn't been able to have any time to ourselves. Jane made it impossible for us to be alone or do anything other than work. 

"No it can't be an insider."

"Look let's keep it between us don't even tell Butler because we can't spook anyone they'll probably try to throw us off. They'll kill someone sooner and then another death will be on our hands. Can you check what agents have been in all the death areas?"

"It'll take time. Baby stop pacing."

"Try to keep it off the radar, wouldn't want them coming for you. It helps me think."

"Other reasons you think it's an inside job?"

"The set ups are too perfect. If there were any more order I would say this person was OCD. They show great detail to perfection, or continuity, or similarity. There's also a pattern suicide, accident, theft, suicide, accident and theft, but to me they're all murder. It took almost eight cases for them to be classified as being similar, they didn't expect that. The first three were given to different agents, the next three to Butler and ultimately you took over. The last three are even more strayed from the others but same style. The last three were to try and throw you off."

"We have followed any and all leads and they were all just to get us to waste our time. Damn it. It keeps them one step ahead of us at all times. Our only solid lead is the sweat and the fact that its probably a female and we need to keep it to ourselves. I know someone is keeping a tab on us, I just need to set it up right. They must have some ulterior motives."

"Come here." She grabbed my hand and pulled me onto her lap and kissed me. "Baby, please stop pacing you're making me dizzy." God, her sexy voice, all she does is lower it to a whisper and I melt, that can't be fair. 

"When you ask like that then it's different." I straddled her lap and kissed her softly. "I've missed your lips."
 "I've missed yours, two weeks of sleeping together and we've been too tired to talk about anything other than this case." She pulled me into her with her hands on my ass.

"Uggh. Santana."

"I want you." Her hands went up to the small of my back as her lips worked their way to my neck. 

"I want you too." I wrapped my arms around her neck as she moved her lips to nibble on my ear lobe.

"I don't want to wait," she bit my earlobe and sucked it into her mouth.

"Uhhhh, but you're married," kissing her way back down my neck, right underneath my chin. 

"Getting divorced." Working her way down my chest with soft wet kisses, she's an expert at turning me on. 

"I can't be your mistress." 

"I don't want to be your slave, I want to be your equal." She worked her hand from my back, underneath my shirt, to my breast, gently stroking over the lace on my bra.

"Funny, until it's just you and I, all you get is kisses." 

"That's not what your body wants and how is just kissing any better?" Her other hand was making its way to my other breast. 

"You're right." I let go of her and stepped back onto the floor. 

"No Kitty come back. I'll take just kisses." She was pouting and I was...I was barely breathing steadily. "Anything as long as I can feel you near me please." I sat next to her on the bed and rested my head on her shoulder.

"I'm so used to sleeping with you, it's gonna be weird going home to an empty bed." 

What is wrong with me, she's married. She has a point though how is kissing any better. How is anything we do ok? But they are separated and free to see other people considering that Jane was cheating before they were even separated. So what is it that is stopping me from having a relationship with her. She hasn't asked, but neither have I and I am the one holding back. Not to mention the fact that we can't exactly be out in the open with anything we may have because of our jobs and Jane. I think that answers any unanswered questions, us dating in the open is not an option, great.

"Tiff, Are we dating?" I feel like I'm a kid again.

"You read my mind. It seems childish doesn't it."

"Childish? No." Her face was soft and open. She was opening herself up to me, looking into my eyes with those big brown eyes that melted my heart with her voice. No walls, no barriers, no hiding. "I would love for you to be my girlfriend, but I think I want to know if I'm the only one in your life or if you're seeing other people?"

"I'm the one who won't do anything other than kiss you because you're married. You're the only one in my life babe. I would love to be with you, but we can't be together, I won't hide." 

We're not together, and she doesn't belong to me but I'm already scared to lose her. She's been good to me from day one for the exception of the wife thing, she's been good to me. She's respectful and honorable and she protects me. Yet here I am telling her I don't want to be with her until she gets a paper saying she's done with Jane. 

My eyes began to water, I couldn't help it, I wanted her more than I wanted anything else in the world, when had it happened. I stood up to walk away but she stood in front of me.

"I'm not going to pressure you and I understand where you're coming from. You need to know that I'll wait for you because I really like you and I want you in my life."

"If you take me here, now, I wouldn't fight you anymore. I want you Santana, I need you in my life. I'm scared you'll leave but I would rather have you once than never have you at all."

"Please don't be mad." She held my hands in hers. "I want us to work and I want to wait until we don't have to hide. I don't want to be an office romance, where we have to sneak around and find some place to meet. Baby until you can be my girlfriend, kisses will be how I show my need to be with you."  

"I can't make any promises but my WANT might trump my brain functions. Come on we have to get ready to check out."

***************************** Santana Solo

"Jane what the hell are you doing here?" Seriously, God two weeks with this woman and now at my house, please save her before I kill her. I'm tired of seeing her face. 

"You want a divorce and I'll give it to you on one condition. Before you ask, I want one last fuck from you."

"Lord grant me the patience I need to not kill this woman. NO! FUCK NO! HELL FUCKING NO! Hell and heaven will unite before I fuck you again. Just sign the fucking papers, you've already wasted so much of my time with this crap. You get everything, just sign." She and I were a big mistake from day one. When we were together we fought a lot, but when we were good we were happy, so we kept at it. I married her unfaithful ass and now I'm stuck with her and no Tiffany until I can get rid of her. 

Kitty is so beautiful and sexy, I would call her a lady, my lady. Just thinking of her makes me happy.

"Look one last fuck what do you have to lose. You're not with anyone right and you'll get great sex out of it."

"Don't flatter yourself you were mediocre at best." She really thinks I'm gonna give her anything more she is crazy, she can wipe that smug smile off her face. "Jane sign or get out I'm tired of you."

"You know I don't get what went wrong with us, you used to love me, you used to treat me with respect and worship the ground I walked on, then you stopped coming home and started working more. I know what I did was wrong but you left before I did." 

She tried to be sad, I knew she was full of shit, she always has been and always would be. 

"You think I don't know that you were fucking your best friend a month after we got married. That's why I pulled away I didn't want to get a divorce a month after, I respected marriage unlike you. I knew about your affairs and hoped you would talk to me about it or something but you never cared about me it was always all about Jane. Don't blame me because you cheated, because you couldn't keep your pants on. Then you go and get our bosses dick inside you while eating some bitch out in my bed, FUCK, you're such a fucking whore. Sign or get out." 

She stood from my sofa and smiled the smile of a wicked witch.

"I'm gonna make your life miserable, Wifey, I promise that. You and I belong together."

"You have issues, you know that. Get out." I walked her out and locked the door, I had to meet with my superiors for a briefing on the Vegas case. She stood there as I walked away. 

As I jumped in my car I noticed a black Suburban pull up behind me, so I took off, only to be blocked off by a Tow truck. This is not good, I took the safety from my gun and counted the people getting out, three from what I could see. The one from the tow truck pulled out a shot gun and the two from the Suburban had guns. I'm shit out of luck by the time back up arrives I'll be dead. Go out fighting and hope for the best. 

I called Jane she was my only hope I hated her but hopefully she would help. 

"Jane, downstairs! I need back up; hurry, I'm in my car. They have guns." 

"I'll be right down."

Fuck, they're just waiting. I called the next person who could help. 

"Tiff, I need back up at my place. I'm in my car, Suburban behind me, tow truck in front no plates, and three guys with masks- one with shot gun, two with guns. Jane will be here soon. Call in an ambulance- someone's gonna need it." The first shots were fired and blew one of my tires. "Tire out. Hurry send back up." 

If I stay I'm shit out of luck. I climbed into the passenger seat and grabbed a gun from under my seat. I opened the door and rolled out, landing in a flat firing position. The guys behind me were on the left of my car. One shot under my car's chassi to the guys leg. As he went down I shot him two more times. One down, two to go. I turned and the other guy from the tow truck was gone. 

Another volley of shots were fired; one grazed my left bicep but I was able to hit the tow truck driver in the chest. Two more rounds and he was cold. Just keep pushing and don't look back, I kept telling myself. Another round of shots this time and I felt the bite of a bullet in my thigh. Could have been worse, I calmed myself, just keep your head down. The other shots slammed into my car and building. Turning to access collateral damage, I saw Jane at the door of my building. She was pointing at a guy who seemed to be behind my car. Ok, think; she has your left, go right. I turned and the guy shot at Jane hitting her. My first thought as she fell, fuck I'm alone. What the hell just happened? Jane is always good in these situations. Damn it, how did she get shot what was she doing? 

I could hear the sirens but now I was bleeding, Jane was down, and I had one more person left. I was hiding behind my car still. I looked under the car and saw him heaving one of his injured guys into the car. While he struggled to close the door, I shot him in the arm. He turned and shot several rounds and I quickly ducked back behind my car. 

He wants his last man in his car, he'll have to come back. I took off my belt and tied it right above my thigh wound. The blood which had been flowing like a damn river slowed. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw the last guy get into his truck leaving the tow truck driver. Damn it, I need to know who sent them. I wasn't prepared for his next move as he turned the truck and drove straight into my car. I barely was able to jump out of the way, my thigh burning and screaming in protest at the sudden action. He pulled back and I shot at the truck; bullet proof windows, shit. I tried to shoot out the tires but I was out of ammo. 

By the time I reloaded he was burning rubber in the opposite direction. Back up arrived and one took off in the direction of the Suburban. The paramedic rushed over to me and immediately began working. They kept asking questions and I tried to mumble answers but I was fading fast. The last thing I remember is seeing Jane walk out of the building, holding her shoulder. 




A Kitty for Santa Ch. 02



************************

Tiffany

"How long have you and my daughter been dating?"

"We actually just work together." 

I tried to avoid blushing; this might give away that we are kind of seeing each other and I don't know how much she knows. She is nothing like Santana; her mom is much more talkative and social, and, kind of like me, extremely approachable. I was sitting next to Santana's bed holding her hand. I'd arrived at the scene as they were taking her into the ambulance.  She lives in Culver City and I was in Brentwood at the time. I was able to drive like crazy but I had apparently missed one crazy shoot out. 

Jane had been 'shot' and had missed most of it. It was a scratch, at most- she got a band aid as her treatment. From my understanding, Solo had handled herself well, although the last suspect was caught but had been killed somehow. 

"You know I'm rarely wrong. You are interested and so is she, correct?"

She reminds me of my mom. Mom's can read you like a book- they can see everything in your eyes so always avoid eye contact with parents. Although then they automatically think you're lying if you can't look them in the eyes.  Catch 22. 

"Yes."

"But?" She was sitting in the corner of the room reading a book, but looking directly at me. 

"She's married." That last part conveyed much more emotion than I had hoped- sorrow and regret. 

"Oh, that."

"I respect marriage."

"It was a sham. Jane never loved her and never cared. I tried to warn her, but she never listens to me. She likes you, though. I had hoped you guys would work from how she talks about you, but I respect your choice to wait. She's going to try harder now to be with you ,I hope you know that."

"Why do you say that?"

"Oh honey, a mother can always see when her stubborn daughter wants something and almost loses it. She'll see this as a second chance to make everything right I promise." If she only knew that all I wanted was to know she was divorced. She didn't need to try hard with me I was already hers. 

"Ma, please leave her alone. What are you telling her?"

"Hey, you, it's good to hear your voice." How is it possible that even when sleepy and injured she sounds beautiful and sexy? Her Dj voice will melt my heart any day. 

"I'm glad to see you here; every time I wake up you're at work."

"I'll give you girls some privacy. Behave, Tana, you need your rest."

"Tana?" is that her middle name.

"Short for Santana, baby." 

"Oh." Her mom left us alone, and I shifted awkwardly in my seat. I wanted to kiss Santana so badly, but I was too scared to even move. 

"I've missed you." 

Tears were in my eyes as I remembered seeing her in the ambulance covered of blood and breathing through a respiratory mask. I had been so scared I was going to lose her. 

"Hey, I'm right here. Don't cry for me, please."

She reached her good arm and caressed my cheek. I leaned into her hand thinking how she was so soft and warm, alive. We just sat there looking at each other for awhile; it had been three days since I had seen those big brown eyes. 

"I've missed your eyes, and your touch, and most of all your voice. I needed to hear you to know you were okay. May I kiss you?" Her answer was a huge grin.

"Do you really think you have to ask me that?"

I bent over and caressed her face along her jaw, then I traced her soft lips. I needed to remind myself that she was still alive and I hadn't lost her. I kissed her softly, slowly, wanting her to know I wanted her but more importantly that I was happy she was here with me.

"Promise me you won't leave me again."

"What do I get if I promise?" She had such a sneaky grin but it was so cute. 

I played her game; I bent over her, took her hand and pulled it into my shirt.  I placed our hands underneath my breast and whispered in her ear. 

"All of me." She moaned as I let her fondle my breast. I knew she wanted me and I wanted her too; had we not been in a hospital with the potential of her mother walking in, I would have made her mine. I turned to her and kissed her with everything I had to give as her hand made fireworks go off inside me. I was getting hotter with every passing second and I started moaning from the pleasure she was giving me. I felt an uncontrollable need to be closer to her, but I finally pulled away causing her to withdrew her hand- but not after tugging on my nipple. It hurt a little but the pleasure was far greater causing me to exhale raggedly.

"You like it rough?"

"I just like it." I pulled away to adjust myself. 

Santana was released that afternoon. Her apartment and her car had been compromised- well it had been blown up that same night. Whoever these people were, they were coming and they were coming hard. Her parents and I had emptied out her apartment and took her things to a storage facility. Jane tried to play the wife card and offered her to stay with her. However, after not protecting Santana and the impending divorce, we were all more than happy to point out the obvious- no one wanted her around. 

Santana's sister and father had also come down. They both couldn't leave work long, so after making certain she was ok, they had left. Her sister was just as beautiful as she, although her sister kept her hair longer and was a tad bit more feminine. It was obvious that they were very close. Her mom stayed at a hotel downtown while we decided what would be best. She would be the one to break the news to Santana about her apartment and car and where she would be going. Santana would be staying with me for a while, or, at least until she could find another place and get a new car. Her mom would tell her, it was the best thing for everyone. 

It was kind of weird for me being as independent as I am to be scared, but I was. We always know that in our line of work we take a lot of risk but we could still be afraid every now and then. I sensed the same fear and insecurities with her but we felt safer together. I knew if they had come for her they might come for me next, and I slept with guns and knives near me at all times. My loft had always had tight security. I'm a cop; I'm paranoid, what can I say? We didn't know exactly who these people were, but no one had any doubt that it was because of the case we were currently working. 

Her mom called and I drove to get Santana. Her mom had been really good to me, and I appreciated her and how she smoothed every situation from dealing with Jane to dealing with Santana. We arrived at my place and after settling Santana in, her mom made her tearful goodbyes. She was heading for the airport but assured us that she stay or could come back immediately if needed. Santana quickly assured her everything was ok and that she would call if she needed her.

"Are you sure you're ok with me here?" Santana asked, avoiding my eyes. I knew she didn't want to see any rejection in my eyes, but there was none there.

"I promise, baby, you can stay as long as you want and need. I like having you near me, I feel safer."  She had tried to pout and protest about being a burden on me but a few kisses made those thoughts go away- okay, and maybe a little grabbing and fondling. 

We ate dinner together, roasted chicken, mashed potatoes and a greek salad. She offered to clean up since I had cooked; I didn't want to let her but I finally stopped being stubborn and just offered to help her with it. When we were finished we sat together on the sofa to watch TV. She was leaning into me with her left leg extended and her left arm resting on my stomach. She came in closer and nuzzled my neck. 

"You are so gorgeous." She bit my ear as she said it, she was so intoxicating and irresistible. She began to stroke my stomach, working her way around the waist of my jeans. 

"Baby!"

"I want you, Tiffany, I need you." She unzipped my pants and began to gently stroke my mound as she worked her hands around. I didn't want to stop her but I knew I should. She was still bandaged up and we had to behave. I didn't want to explain to the doctors or her mother why her stitches were torn. 

"Uhhh."

"I have to have you; I need to taste you." No words were really coming to me and my body had a mind of its own as it let her have her way with me. Her other hand had worked its way to my breast and she was being so gentle. 

"Santana, please."

"Please what baby?"

"I don't know. You'll get hurt." My voice was breathy and very unconvincing. I tried again but a subtle flick of her finger had me gasping instead.

Her hand in my pants and the other on my breast were more than I could deny. I wanted her, and I had only so much reserve to stop her. Thank God the shot to her arm was just a flesh wound, because it was working me over.

"Don't you want this baby? Let me please you."

"But...but..."

"The only BUTT I want is yours." I framed her flushed face in my hands as my heart hammered against my ribs. I felt myself capitulate. I had almost lost her before I ever had her.

"Take me to bed, do whatever you want, just please don't walk away."

"With pleasure," she whispered into my ear.

She stood and she held my hand as we walked slowly to my room. When we got through the door I pushed her gently back onto the bed. She reached for me, but I pulled back. We both needed this, but mostly I needed to make sure that I was ready.

"Enjoy the show." All reservations went out the door. Now, I'm no stripper, but I can dance and that is what I did. I danced while taking off my clothes as seductively as I knew how. First my shirt over my head slowly, while moving my hips. Touching myself not only to entice but also for self-pleasure. As my jeans were already undone, I turned around and pulled off my jeans. I slid the material over my hips, wiggling back and forth as I displayed my assets proudly. She was sitting on the bed now, leaning back on her elbows. I slid out of my pants, turned around, and straddled her hips. She pulled me in with her hands on my bare ass. 

"You are so fucking beautiful." She bit my lip and pulled. "You are gorgeous...." kissing her way down my neck and biting down causing me to gasp in surprise, "...sweet..." licking down to my shoulder and biting, another gasp escaping my lips "....delicious..." finally cradling one of my breast in her hands and kissing the top.

"Santana..." I arched my back and her lips captured my nipple, sucking it in, fitting so much of it in her mouth. Her mouth found my other breast and devoured it as she sucked and licked my nipple. My body yearned for her touch inside, wanting her to explore my body for the pleasure it wanted her to give.  She pulled away from my breast and let my nipple go when it was straining too far. She kissed around my breast in circles until she reached my nipple where she bit, sucked, and pulled, releasing sweet torture.

I found her thigh and tried to create stimulation to my throbbing pussy and she laughed. 

"Patience, baby. I promise it will be worth the wait."

"Tease," I gasped causing her to laugh as she worked her legs outside of mine, still fully clothed. I sat up and pulled her shirt over her head. I was mesmerized by the sight of her breasts; they were beautiful, begging to be set free from their confines. 

"Sexy. You're gonna have to tell me the story about all the decorations on your body."

"Anytime, except tonight." 

She was wearing a beautiful blue satin with lace bra; that was surprising to me. I had pictured her in some sort of sports bra because of her injury, although I had wondered how they looked so perky. 

"Take off your pants, please, I need to feel you."

It was a panted plea, and she took pity on me. She stood and dropped her jeans revealing a pair of matching sexy lace boy shorts underneath her tight abs. She was beautiful, sexy, and soft, strong and feminine. The bandages on her thigh did nothing to mar the beauty of her body.

"Better?" She stood with her hands on her hips leaning on right foot and licking her lips.

"Do you know you are the woman of my dreams? Come take care of me, I've been very patient." She climbed onto the bed and my legs parted to let her in. 

"I need you, Kitty."

She worked her way up my thigh, with kisses and bites. She was working me up slowly. I lifted my hands over my head- she didn't want to be rushed and I had no self control. I grabbed the headboard to avoid pulling her head to where I wanted it to be. Kissing my inner thighs right next to my pussy, she smiled up into my eyes. I could feel the heat from her cheeks on my mound, and as our eyes made contact I knew that she knew this was torture. She kissed across my mound and down my other thigh before starting to caress my slit with the back of her fingers. She stopped touching me and I was panting in need of release. Why was she stopping?

I opened my eyes to see her big brown eyes begging me to watch her. She snaked out her tongue, licking my lips. 

"Uhhh, God, please, baby."

"Please what?" She pulled back and sat on her heels. 

"Please make me cum." I could hear the desperation in my voice, but I didn't care. She had a sly grin on her face but didn't resume her ministrations to my overheated body.

"How?" 

"Any way you want just please don't leave me like this." My hips were still moving trying to get any pressure to them, seeking release.

"Leave you how?" 

"Wet." I sat up, stroked my nether lips with two fingers and brought them to her lips. "Wet, just for you. You did this." She sucked my fingers into her mouth. 

"Mmmm, I like." She pressed herself against me and laid us down on the bed. It would have been different if she wasn't hurt but since she was we were going to do things my way. I worked my hand to the clasp of her bra and released it, taking it off as she kissed me. I went for my prize- those luscious breast with nipples begging to be sucked and licked. I had waited long enough, from day one this is what I had longed for. I grabbed one in my left hand while sucking the other. She worked one hand to my breast and squeezed. I bit her nipple harder and she moaned in both pleasure and pain. She continued working her hand down my stomach to my waiting center of pleasure; I was so wet she slipped in two fingers without trouble. 

I moaned straight into her breast using my free hand to pull her closer.  Moving my thigh between her legs, I took my free hand to cup her pussy. Holding her close I rolled us over. 

"Fuck." I released her breast and pulled her in by her neck. I needed to feel her body on me. As we found our rhythm, I worked my fingers past the lace of her boy shorts, in and out as she did the same. She was so tight and wet, and it's hard to concentrate when every inch of you is being stimulated by the body of the person you want and need. Her lips next to my ear nibbling, every time I worked my fingers the way she wanted, moans escaping, turning me on even more. Hearing her was just as exciting as what she was doing to me, knowing that I was the person turning her on, bringing pleasure to her.

I felt her body tense up as she kept her fingers inside me moving and she went over, climaxing, moaning into my ear, I'm glad she was so close because I couldn't hold off much longer. Feeling and hearing her sent me over the edge as she applied pressure to my clit with her palm.   "Baby, God, yes."

She slowed her fingers and left them in as I kissed her lips. Holding myself over her with one hand, we both worked our hips against her hand as she bit my nipple. Switching back and forth from one nipple to the other. I didn't think I could go again but she was making it not only possible but pleasurable. 

"What are you doing....uhhh?" she moved her fingers in and out.

"Making my baby cum."

"Then its too bad I want to have a taste. Lay back relax and enjoy yourself." 

"Wait." Holding me by my waist still fucking me with her fingers. "I want some pussy too."

"I see and how do you suppose we do that b-b-baby?" She was really thrusting in an out while she had me busy talking. 

"Turn around and bring that pussy to my lips."

"With pleasure."

"As soon as you cum." 

Holding me close, those long fingers were still moving inside of me, in and out and filling me with another finger touching me in every spot she could reach. It was difficult to figure out what deserved my attention more, her fingers inside me or her lips, tongue and teeth on my body. She was driving me insane. 

When I thought I would get another release she slowed down pulling out her fingers. Making their way up to my clit, they stroked my lips, pulling and caressing. I was lost in the sensations she was causing within my body but I wanted to feel her. 

"Fuck, Santana, don't play with me."

"Aww, I thought kitties like to play."

"Kitty does; her pussy doesn't."

"Damn." Thrusting her fingers inside and working her thumb on my clit, my orgasm was rolling in and she was driving me wild. "I'm going to have to have a long talk with that pussy."

"As soon as you're done with me, baby."

A third finger started working circles around my rosebud and now she really had me on edge. I had never had anything in there but I wasn't opposed to a little attention in the right spots. With so much stimulation and a sexy woman underneath me I came like the sex-starved woman I was. 

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, baby!" My hips bucked into her hand and she didn't slow until she was certain she had pulled every trace of my orgasm from my body.

Closing my eyes I rested my body on top of this gorgeous woman. I was happy with how this case was working out. 

"Now can I have some pussy, Kitty?"

"NO." Grinning like the kid caught with their hand in a cookie jar, I sucked in her nipple as I held her hands above her head. "First I get to enjoy your sexy body and, when I'm ready, you get some of this pussy."

Taking the two fingers that had worked me into a frenzy I placed them on my lips and cleaned both with my tongue. When I felt they were thoroughly clean I kissed those lips that called me to them like a forbidden fruit. 

"You're lucky I'm hurt or else you would be on your back begging for mercy."

"Santa, do we have a complex?"

"I just can't wait to have my way with you. You make me want to do everything I can think of. I love the way you moan for me and the way your body moves for me."

"Soon, baby, you can do whatever your mind can think of."

"Now," I licked her earlobe, "be a good Santa." I sucked her earlobe and held it with my teeth. "Let Kitty enjoy this sexy body." Kissing down her neck to the hollow spot, I licked and sucked before biting her shoulder. "I just want to show you how much I want you." 

I wasn't going to deny her my body, but I knew that once her tongue hit my pussy I was going to be delirious. 

Now for those delicious tits that have begged to be sucked. Holding them in my hands I squeezed, feeling how soft they were. I stayed away from her nipples as I caressed and massaged the pliant flesh. I felt selfish because, yes, my main objective had been to make her feel good, but I was getting so horny again. My pussy was soaking wet and it was all from just touching her body. 

I played with her nipples, twisting and pulling, wanting them to grow for me.  I could no longer resist and took her nipple into my mouth. I couldn't help but moan at having my woman's tits in my mouth. Fuck me, it felt so good. They way she moaned my name when I finally had it in my mouth as her hands held me close-

"Mmm, Tiffany, yes."

I kept both in a constant state of arousal by biting and licking or massaging them gently. I worked my way down her body, kissing her stomach, around the navel, and out to the stars that marked the spot of sensitivity.

"Tiff, please I need to taste you."

"Alright how does my woman want me?" Her body shuddered beneath me.




A Kitty for Santa Ch. 02



"Any way I want?"

"Yea, baby, any way."

"Bring that pussy up here while I watch your body dance on my tongue."

Now it was my turn to moan as the thought of her tongue on my pussy was making me leak. 

Setting myself above her, her hands pulled me down exactly where she wanted me on her mouth- this wasn't nice and slow, this was lust satisfied. 

She flicked my clit with her tongue, and no sooner had she done it than my head fell back and I moaned. I can never just go again; I am always extra sensitive but she got me going sooner than I had ever thought possible. Licking, sucking, and biting, and suddenly she started working her fingers in and out. I placed my hand on her head; she was already where I wanted her and she needed no encouragement, but I wanted to feel her as she moved in and out of my pussy, side to side. 

She then curled her fingers and caused my body to twitch; I was about to squirt and could only hold out for so long. I was unsure of how she would feel about that. I didn't have enough time to worry as my body released and she was sucking up every drop moaning into my pussy, sending vibrations throughout. I had to pull away now as I was super sensitive. 

She kissed her way around my chest, smiling and making sounds of content, causing me to twitch every time her lips touched my body. She was enjoying it, making sure to kiss me every where possible. 

"You're the naughtiest Santa I know."

"Well you, Kitty, have the best juices I've ever tasted." I could barely move but we were happy just to lay together kissing, allowing me to taste myself on her lips in her mouth. She had me so worked up again and all we were doing was kissing with some fondling thrown in here and there.

"Baby, I'm hungry," I said as I stroked my hand over her body to cup her mound.

"There's left-overs in the fridge." At her disappointed answer, I had to laugh.

"Not for that, for my own dessert," I answered huskily as I licked my lips.

"Oh, and where do you suppose I get it from?"

"Don't worry, just crawl your ass up here." She took off her lace boy shorts and straddled my lips. 

Tasting her was like waiting all year for summer to come then getting to have an ice cream from the ice cream truck. It was worth the wait. I moaned as soon as my tongue touched her lips. Every pussy is different but hers seemed more beautiful than anything I had ever had. The smell was intoxicating, like it was meant for me and me alone. Every lick gave me a taste of her juices. 

She was as still as could be as she allowed me to explore her. I went at my own pace enjoying the taste and scents, the reactions from her body. When she was moaning and holding her breath for longer periods I knew she was close and I found the cherry to my ice cream. I pulled her clit into my mouth with my lips and held it between my teeth as I sucked for all I was worth. Oh hell on wheels, it felt amazing in my mouth, and with every suck, it was bigger. Finally she grabbed me and pulled me in tighter as I felt her juices trickle down my chin. But she wasn't done- I flicked my tongue over her cherry several times as she moaned my name like a mantra and a prayer. Finally she pulled away from me and fell onto the bed next to me. 

I lay still before she wrapped her arms around me and started kissing my neck. She climbed on top of me and kissed my lips. All I could do was moan when she took possession of my mouth. No sooner had my body relaxed when she was working me again from head to toe, leaving no skin untouched. 

We made love all night and I knew I would wake up sore. We were hungry for each other in more ways than one. I knew she would have a few scratches and bite marks tomorrow, but so would I. We would have to go the hospital as a stitch or two may have popped.

I had never felt so satisfied. She had made me feel every inch of my body and everything that was me craved her after she had had her way with me. Because that is what it was, I was in not control of my body. She learned how to make me groan, moan, and plea. 

"You are going to be the death of me, Santana." She turned me around and I wrapped my hands around her neck as she pulled me into her. 

"Making love to me will never kill you, I promise you, baby." I fell asleep in the arms of my woman. I would never share this beauty next to me, this goddess who had given herself to me and claimed me in return. 

When we woke, life took another turn for us.

My loft has had several security upgrades since I moved in. I make it a point to avoid anyone knowing where I live just to be sure I'm always safe. There are sirens, doors that secure me in any room, the walls are thicker than most and the windows are all bullet proof. Computers and cameras monitor my surroundings as well as the building and the streets closest to me- yes, I'm paranoid. There are guns hidden all over the house as well as knives and a bullet proof vest in my closet. 

The alarms went off at exactly 4:57am, that was what the digital clock next to me said. I hit the alert button on my alarm system sending a signal to the closest cops. I knew that if the alarms were going off it meant that they were already at the door and I had a few seconds before they got to us. I sealed us in my bedroom giving us an extra five minutes at least before they got through the wall. I ran to my closet and grabbed two bags. I tossed Santana a pair of pants, a vest, a shirt and a double shoulder gun holster. 

Putting on the same stuff, I instructed her where some of the guns were and she grabbed two guns and the knife from underneath the mattress. I grabbed two guns from a shoe box. We grabbed some shoes, the keys to my motorcycle which was at the parking garage next door. What can I say? I never thought I would have to leave with anyone else. By 5:03 am we were headed to the roof, after going out the window. When we reached the roof, I fired two rounds at a guy leaning over the edge looking for us and then as he went down another guy leaned over and I shot him too. He was left dangling over the edge. 

We made it to the roof and someone else came up with a gun drawn from where we had come; they had obviously gotten through my room and I smelled smoke in the air. Santana took him out with two shots to the chest. We went to the other side of the building, down another fire escape, and by that point the first officers had arrived on the scene. When I looked up, my loft had smoke coming out of it. 

"No one is supposed to know where I live." I was staring up at my loft, gun still in hand. 

"We have to get out of here, babe, we're not safe in the open." 

"EVERYTHING IS GONE!" I hadn't meant to yell but our lives had been threatened and I had no clues. She just looked at me and for a second I saw a great mixture of emotions and they were all because of me. She took a deep breath and stepped closer to me. 

"I know honey, but if we plan on staying alive we have to get out of here until we are cleared, please." She was pleading with me and I had a choice- yell at her because I was angry with someone else or relax and just leave. 

"My motorcycle is next door. We can take it to..."

"Hospital, my stitches opened." I had been so preoccupied with myself I had forgotten she was still hurt.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't even think... sorry." Running across the street, guns in hand, we made it to the door before the first cars made it to the scene. Showing my badge I explained what had happened. Usually they'd look for more suspects because we had no clue how many there were. But the building had caught fire and the sprinkler system could only do so much when such great damage had been done. 

Our guns had been taken from us for evidence and now we had to be checked for any damage. Sitting in the ambulance made me realize this was the worst thing that could have happened. I wasn't ready for this to get personal. I thought I was but I see how wrong I had been. How do you go from a night of making love to a beautiful, gorgeous woman to losing everything plus your security? 

All I wanted to do was run and hide but the one place I could go to was gone. The damage was extensive and a huge investigation was about to start. Santana and I were officially sidelined. 

"Hey, Sexy, good to see you're alive." I recognized that voice. Sure enough, the woman that could always bring a smile to my face. 

"Lieutenant Edwards, what are you doing here?" I gave her a one handed hug, holding Santana's hand with the other. 

"I was in the area and heard your address. I came to save your life but I see you're still alive. You brought hell on these idiots." She kept looking at Solo; they were sizing each other up. I knew her too well and her casual attitude was to relieve some of the stress I was feeling. 

"Lieutenant Edwards, this is Agent Solo. Solo, this is Lieutenant Edwards."

"Pleasure." At the same time and cue the strong handshake contest. 

"We're headed to the hospital; Solo needs to get her stitches checked."

"Let me give you a ride. We can catch up, if you don't mind, Agent Solo."

"I can let you guys catch up and get my own ride. Ladies." She was actually walking away holding her hand. Damn it, she was seriously hurt and I hadn't even bothered to check. How could I not have noticed? 

"Babe." Fuck. "Wait, she can take us. Come on." She was not at all worried about my slip up and she just sighed. 

We went to the car and, during the drive, Shawna, Lieutenant Edwards, asked every question possible. She was going to handle our case, personally. Being escorted by her and a few patrol cars was safer than a ambulance. 

"So does the bureau know you two are dating?"

"No, we don't even know we're dating." You would think I would say that, but it came from my lover in the back seat.

"Oh?"

"Shit." Apparently she didn't realize she said it out loud.

"We don't know we're dating?" I turned in my seat and raised my left eye brow, a gesture which means 'are you shitting me?' "Did you really just say that?"

"Look, we don't know where we stand. What else is there to say." I have no idea where this was coming from especially when we were just together last night. 

Just then we pulled into the hospital and she jumped out of the back seat. I went after her and grabbed her good arm but she pulled it away. 

"What the hell's going on?"

"Nothing. Nothing is going on alright? Just go and deal with Lieutenant Edwards, answer all the questions seeing as how we both saw the same damn thing. I'll get a ride home." Why was she so mad; what the hell did I do?

I let her walk away this time. I didn't want to make a scene. I looked at Shawna who was standing outside of the car. 

"You really don't know why she's so mad at you, do you?"

"How the HELL would I know?"

"Tiff, whenever you and I get together we tend to revert back to when we WERE TOGETHER and get so comfortable with each other we don't notice. I didn't until a friend pointed it out. We get close and touch, not to mention me calling you sexy in front of her and you not saying anything. Sorry about that, by the way."

"Are you serious?"

"Go talk to her. I have a few officers who will be watching you here at the hospital and two agents will be with both of you."

How had I not realized it before? Damn it, she had been so good around Jane and here I was all over my ex. I guess I had never realized it because we were such good friends now. 

I found her in the ER, the only person with a room and two officers outside. I presented my badge and they let me in. She was standing, trying to get her vest off without hurting too much.

"Baby, let me help you."

"Oh you noticed I needed you." 

She didn't even turn around to say it. She was right, though; I had been so preoccupied I didn't even think to check on her. I walked over and turned her around as I took off the vest. I stood in front of her and held onto her face, stroking her cheeks with my thumbs.

"I'm sorry, baby, I fucked up. Shawna and I have been friends for so long that I hadn't realized how comfortable we were with each other. I promise there's nothing between us, baby. Look at me." She was looking away and finally turned. 

"Who is she to you?" She took me into her arms, holding me by my waist.

"My ex, but we haven't been together in over six years. I promise we're just friends." She was caressing my back with both hands; I was merciless to her caresses and she knew it. No matter how or where she held me she made me feel like we were going to be ok, like we belonged. "I'm supposed to be making you feel better." Smiling her wicked grin, she whispered into my lips.

"Just by not leaving me, you made me feel better."

I kissed her gently and helped her into a hospital gown. I kept my hands strictly professional. 

We kissed with more passion and desire as we sat next to each other in a hospital bed. I could feel the heat from her body as I pulled her closer to me; she was safe and in my arms. I sensed her need to be with me, my need to kiss her and feel like one again as we were last night. I held her in my arms wishing we would never have to part. We had survived together. A knock on the door stopped us from going further. 

"Alright, Agent Solo, let's see how many we need to redo."

"A lot, it hurts." She had torn through all 5 stitches in her arm and only 4 in her leg. We had been moving really fast and the only thing on our minds was our safety. 

She was released and we were escorted back to a house in FBI possession. 

I had no home and neither did she- we were theoretically homeless. They bought us two beds and the house had agents and officers all over the place. They let us get our peace and we pretended we weren't in some weird sorority house. My parents offered for us to stay with them, but I needed to stay away from those I loved. I didn't want anyone else getting hurt. 

If they had come into my sanctum and brought chaos, what would they do to my family to torture me? It had become obvious that they just wanted us dead, no messages were being sent. 

They had awoken us from our sleep and had made attempts on our lives. They had ruined my morning after having been with the woman of my dreams. They had taken everything from me. I was beyond angry. 

At my place they had told me that my car was basically stripped. They had found an envelope a few steps away with a vile of blood and Santana's hospital tag from the her last visit. They were coming for us and wanted us to know that they could get to us anywhere. I was scared shitless at this point. One attempt on my life, and two on hers. 

We were eating pizza when Jane, the bitch, walked in. 

"I need to talk to you," she said, pointing at Santana.

She didn't put up a struggle; she walked with her to a bedroom in the house. We knew it was coming. We had answered a billion and one questions and when the information got to Jane, the pain in our asses, she would know we were sleeping together. She would have no proof, unless she checked our bodies of course. We had all sorts of love bites all over the place, not to mention the scratches. 

The official statement was that I was sleeping in my office when the front door alarm woke me up. I ran into my bedroom where Solo was staying and shut that door to protect us and give us time to get ready for war. 

Jane hadn't bought it and acted the part of crazy wife or ex-wife whatever but Solo said nothing. She let her scream her ass off. I was thankful that the other agents and officers were outside or else they would have heard everything. She said I was a whore and home-wrecker who broke up a marriage and that Solo was a deceiving bitch, blah blah blah. I swear this bitch is insane; I mean, did she forget they aren't even together or that she cheated on her while they were together?

Eventually Solo got tired of hearing her and walked out of the room, coming back to eat pizza with me on the sofa. She came out fuming and started yelling at me. That was when she pushed Santana too far. I had never seen her so mad. She stood up and pushed her up against the wall, with her forearm on her neck.

"You and I are not together. We are getting a divorce whether you like it or not. I am free to be with whomever I want and please. She is not the reason you and I are not together; she is the reason I am still alive today. She saved my ass, which is more than I can say for you. You will respect her because she is your colleague, and if you don't, I will make sure you get reprimanded for it. So back the fuck away from us and get the fuck out of this house before I personally throw you out."

I saw fear in Jane's eyes but also anger- she was furious. She walked out and slammed the door behind her. Santana went to her room and closed the door behind her and a few minutes later I heard the water running. She had to be careful with her stitches so I went in to check on her.

She was just sitting on the toilet seat fully clothed. 

"Hey, sexy, can I join you?" It was the easiest way to help her get cleaned up without making her feel like she needed it. She smiled her sexy grin. 

"I would love that."

We kept the noise level down as I washed her body and made sure to keep the stitches safe. No one could know we were intimate or together, whatever it is we were. This case had just become a lot more than we had expected. I hadn't thought that we would be in our own hell; I had thought that we would have solved it by now. This killer was an insider and they will keep finding us no matter where we are, we are no longer safe. 

We stayed at the house for a week, sleeping in separate rooms of course.  We had no choice; we hadn't been together since our shower and I missed our intimacy a lot. Every now and then we would kiss when we could hide but it wasn't often. Jane had called a few times but she had spoken to the other agents. I didn't like her; she gave me the creeps. 

A Therapist was brought in a few times to speak to us. Internal Affairs also came in for interrogations. I hated being on the other side of the questions it wasn't fair. I had given them all the back p to the security footage of my building and my loft. Everything was sent to a separate drive in case something like this happened. 

We were handling the case from the house; we had everything here and were getting really close. We were right, it was an insider because the victims locations were not available to anyone except for someone in the bureau. There were also a few agents who looked like possibilities and one of them was Jane, the other 3 had been at most of the areas where the deaths had happened but some details didn't coincide. Jane, however, seemed like a good match although her tracks were really well covered. It would take a lot of digging to get everything we needed. 

I had followed this lead by myself and still had yet to tell Santana- I was scared of how she would handle it. I mean, how do you take someone telling you you're ex-wife is a serial killer? I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I also knew that we weren't safe and Jane was probably the one who had tried to get us killed. It explained how she had only been grazed by the bullet and yet Santana was shot twice as Jane stood by and didn't help. 

It explained how they knew where to find us. My place is untraceable. You would have to follow me and that would require a tail, which I had not detected. But Jane had picked me up with Santana. There was no doubt in my mind it had been her, but I still had to get enough proof for an arrest and then a conviction. For all that to happen I had to be honest with the woman I was sleeping with, the woman I desired more than anything. Honestly, the woman I had fallen in love with. Life is never fair nor easy. 

Due to all the hostility and violence towards Solo and I, we were both pulled off the case and Jane would be taking lead. All of our hard work would go to hell. It would never be solved now. Her motive still eluded me so I was angry when I found out; this had to be the time I told Santana everything. Hiding the evidence incriminating Jane, I only submitted the basics on the case. I knew Jane would destroy my work and I also knew she had been the one behind getting us attacked. 




A Kitty for Santa Ch. 02



Before I could get to telling her, Jane had been attacked and her car had been stolen then found later, blown up. We were then told that because of this, U.S. Marshals would be taking us into protective custody of sorts. All this in one day- I had the biggest headache. I knew I was avoiding the conversation but I needed to be sure that we were safe first. We were taken to a city in Utah, near the mountains. 

We would be staying in a cabin and kept an eye on by two Marshals. I was in hell.

"Solo, we need to talk."

"What's up, honey?" We were sitting on the couch in the big cabin, it had 3 bedrooms and a den. 

"It's about the case. Just listen to me and don't say anything until I'm done."

"Okay."

"I kept part of the research and I have it here with me so you could see what I found. I know you may think that I have a reason for my findings but this is all impartial and you'll see that I have other suspects that fit the bill but aren't complete matches. Jane has been at every single location of the murders. 

"She had access to all the information on our victims, to where they could be found and where they would be when it happened. Only you have access to the FBI files, to see who accessed them and therefore only you can figure out if everything I have found is true. 

"She was there when you were shot. Upon further investigation, she shot a firearm several times according the camera in your apartment lobby. Several bullets were found, one had your blood on it, and they were from a completely different gun than those used by the guys who attacked you or Jane's official weapon. When you saw her, she was at the door of your building and when shot, she stayed out of sight, but the bullet barely grazed her and she could have helped you. You never saw her fire her gun because she had already fired at you and you thought it was one of the guys. 

"No one knows where I live with the exception of Lieutenant Edwards and my family, and yet somehow they found us. Jane knew where I lived because she picked me up the day we left to Vegas. The evidence is always a set up to throw us off because the killer knows what we're looking for and where we'll find it.

"She does things in patterns such as the pattern of the deaths, the cities, the investigating agents are all by closest in ranking to a promotion, with their cases guaranteeing them a promotion. Everything I have found is in these files."

She had just been looking at me with a blank stare, listening intently. 

"You do realize you're accusing my wife of murder, right?" When she spoke it was cold and calculated.

"Wife?" I exhaled with all the sadness of being punched in my heart with reality. 

"Yes, wife, we aren't divorced yet." How the tables have turned; first, she wanted nothing to do with her, now she's her wife again when no more than a week ago we had slept together and made love. She was angry, but what had I expected?

"Santana, I have all the proof. Just look at it; you'll see this isn't personal."

"OF COURSE ITS PERSONAL Jane would never kill anyone purposely; you're insane and full of shit. She would never do these things. She's a good person; she may be a bitch sometimes, but she's a good person. You're the killer- you killed those guys at your apartment and you're the one with all the security. What are YOU hiding from?"

I was hurt, but most of all angry. Why was my character being questioned when I shot those guys to save us? It's a part of our jobs to serve and protect not kill without reason. How could she do this to me? I thought I loved her and that maybe she felt the same way but I was wrong. She obviously was still stuck on Jane. 

"FUCK...YOU, Agent Solo. Don't ever forget that you came looking for me. You did all the research and not once did you doubt my ability. Don't you fucking dare accuse me of something I'm not. Oh, and by my count, I'm not the only killer because if I recall correctly, you've shot more people than I ever have just within the last month. When this is all said and done, you are dead to me. When she's behind bars I hope you'll be happy with your conjugal visits."

I didn't have to sit there and listen to this. I left and went to my room, packed up my bags, and slipped out the window. I grabbed one of the snow mobiles and made my way to the closest part of town and grabbed a cab. I had a fake passport created a few years ago with my birth name and my birth information as a Mexican citizen; it was in one of the bags I had grabbed at my place. 

I had done it because of my paranoia. I thought if someone is ever trying to hunt me down they will never know this information. It was never written in any legal documents. It was information only my parents knew and not even my sisters knew it. I bought a plane ticket with cash under the name Rosa Guadalupe Lopez headed for Miami, and from there booked a flight to Dallas, then for Mexico. Headed for a country I had never seen, where I didn't even speak the language. 

Upon my arrival in Miami I made the call I had never expected to make. He had promised my parents he would never change this particular number and only they would be able to use it in case I ever needed anything. The call was to my birth father, Victor Guadalupe Lopez. 





I want to thank my wonderful editor eclecticdreamer. Also Thank You to everyone who has asked for more, this is for you. Don't worry the next chapter will be up shortly. As always; comments, feedback and voting are appreciated. See you soon. MonAmante 



A Kitty for Santa Ch. 03



Once I arrived in Mexico, I was asked to stay on the plane by one of the flight attendants. I sat in my seat until the whole plane cleared out, from there a gentleman in a black suit boarded the plane and said the key words only I would know, "Captain America awaits for you in his car."

My biological father was known as Captain America because of his strikingly American facial features. 

I deplaned and walked to a black SUV that was sitting on the tarmac. It was here that I met my birth father for the first time. He was just like the picture, except he had aged about 30+ years. 

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When I had first decided to run I thought maybe I could go to a place where no one would know me and I wouldn't stand out, then I realized I needed protection. A few years ago I started looking into my family background and I found nothing. For the first few months I searched and came up empty, and then it hit me after about a year that my birth father looked familiar. I thought to myself, I've looked at that picture for years, of course it looks familiar. Then one day over a cup of coffee and the newspaper I spit my coffee right onto his face. 

Inside the LA Times was an article, the latest on what 'Victor Guadalupe Lopez' was up to. I couldn't believe it on top of trying to put the pieces together my only clue had coffee all over it. I tried asking my parents questions but the answers were always the same. They didn't know much. 

I used my resources and started looking and there it was, all this information on my biological father. Almost forty years of crime and they could not prove a thing, all allegations. If anyone found out can you imagine what that would mean for a Detective in the LAPD. 

I found a way to coerce my mother to call him once, with the excuse that I was sick, just so I could see if he wanted anything to do with me. He said if I really wanted him around he would be there for me. I panicked and decided I wasn't ready and I never called again. Not until I had no where to hide or run.

"Buenas Tardes." I had downloaded an app, and that was the best I could do with my spanish.

"Good afternoon, Tiffany, welcome to my country."

"Thank you. I'm glad you speak English, I don't speak spanish." It was fairly accented English but it was light years beyond my Spanish. 

"Is not perfect but it will do for now. Come inside."

Why had I run here, well I knew no one would find me here, not Jane and not the U.S. government. My father, well he is a notorious Mexican drug-lord. 'Captain American', one of the most wanted men for his connections, to say the least. Did I mention he's filthy rich? No one knows where to find him or how, he finds you not the other way around. And here I am a detective for the LAPD on my way to his personal home, no chance of anybody finding me here. 

"I hear you been attacked, someone try to kill you."

"Yeah, I was working a case and I got too close to the killer, and apparently my death was the easiest way for them to avoid getting caught. Does it bother you that I am a cop?" He laughed a good laugh. We were sitting together in the back of his SUV.

"No my daughter, I think it is how your people say ironic. We both make a living doing what we do best that is all. I do this to make a living and once you are in there is no out, unless by death." Daughter only two other people called me that. I mean it is not as if I am ready to call him father or anyone else mother. 

"I would appreciate it if I didn't see anything too illegal please, if they find out where I have come to hide they will try to get as much information from me and I rather not know anything."

"Of course not, that is why your mother and I gave you for adoption. So you would never have to be force into life of crime. Pero here you are a policia." 

"Is that why you gave me up, for my protection. You don't have other kids?"

"No you are my only daughter, my beautiful Rosita, you look just like your mother but with my eye color, skin and eyes. You are beautiful." He stroked my cheek it was unsettling and I winced, but he meant no harm. He immediately retracted his hand. I had been on edge for a while now. 

"Can I meet her?" Bad question because he broke eye contact. 

"I am sorry she die a few years ago, she never was able to get over the pain of letting you go, I think she died of a broken heart, doctor says heart attack."

"Oh." 

It's easy to talk to someone who is a total stranger. Upon arrival he wasn't my father, he wasn't anything. He was just someone who was helping me out. I didn't have all the questions I had as a kid, none of them mattered anymore because I was happy with what I had, a loving family. 

As a child I always knew I was adopted, my sisters and I looked too different. My parents told me that my adoption had taken place before I was born and at birth my mother held me for two hours crying and then she handed me to my new mother. I had never seen her after that but my adoptive parents always sent them pictures of me. 

I had hopes of seeing them some day when I was ready, but I was told I could only call my father if it was a life or death emergency. So, I put it away along with the thoughts of who they were and why. I knew it was because they could have raised me and chose not to. I only knew that they were Mexican, I knew the basics. I didn't care because they had given me up, not the other way around and I had a family and sisters who loved me. 

I had stopped talking for a while. I thought I would get to see her at least once.

I wanted to learn about my origins so I could someday tell my kids but now here I was with only my birth father. I didn't know what to do or say, but I knew I needed space to process everything.

Why had I run? I know that parts really clear to me. The woman I thought I loved told me I was insane when I told her that her soon to be ex-wife was a serial killer. I had all the proof but would need her help to get all the evidence together. 

We weren't together officially, but we were dating and like an idiot I fell for her. She was getting a divorce and only waiting for Jane, her ex-wife to sign the papers. Then when I told her everything I knew about the killings and her ex-wife's involvement, she tells me that Jane is her wife and how dare I say those things. She might as well have shot me in the face because that might have hurt less than those damn words. 

I don't exactly have a plan as to what I'm going to do but Captain America says I can stay here as long as I want. He has even offered to set me up for life if I want, without any connections to him or my past. 

If I didn't have a loving family I might have done it. I never want to see Jane or Solo again. I'm going to stay here for as long as it takes me to figure out a plan. I'm no longer on the case so I don't feel I'm a threat anymore as long as Santana keeps her big, luscious, juicy lips shut. Fuck, no I hate her, I hate her so much. 

I cut myself off from the world when I threw away my cell phone in Ft. Lauderdale. When I arrived at Miami I left the airport for Ft. Lauderdale making sure to leave a trail somewhere in between and had a different taxi drive me to West Palm Beach. As far as they knew I was in Miami headed God knows where. 

In between all that I bought a few prepaid phones and had money cards for each of the different companies. I was determined to stay in hiding. 

Captain America said he would find a safe way for me to contact my parents and have them tell the U.S. Marshals who are looking for me to not look for me since I had willingly left. I would later deal with the consequences of my actions, if I ever went back. 

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I have been gone for 24 hours now. I haven't slept in a while, every time I sleep I relive the morning of the attack at my place and the killings and everything and I wake up in a cold sweat panting and sometimes screaming. This is how it was in the FBI house and now I know it'll be the same here in Mexico.

I was able to contact my parents and they said that Agents Solo and Butler were looking for me because I was missing. I told them I was fine and that I was in Canada staying out of sight, I didn't want to be in protective custody living like a felon on the run. I also told them to stay away from Butler and keep and eye out for her. I needed time away from everyone and everything. I gave them a guess as to where I may be and there were people that worked for the Captain (my birth father) that would alert us if they were listening in and went looking for me, I had asked my parents to not say anything. 

Two things would happen; Butler would go looking for me or send someone who was not FBI or the Marshals would go looking for me. 

My sister Tori had come on the line. Tori was the next youngest with husband and a daughter Tiffany, named after me, to give me a message from Agent Solo. 

"Hey baby sis what you running from?" 

"The government, my death, everyone, anyone." Just hearing my sisters voice made me tear up at the thought of never going back and seeing my namesake and my sisters, hiding for the rest of my life. 

"Anyone in particular?"

"What are you saying?"

"Nothing, Agent Solo, asked me to let you know she was sorry about the things she said. Did she hurt you, Tricia's more than happy to kick her ass." Tricia is the oldest and like me has two black belts. 

"No one needs to hurt anyone." I had been trying to put her behind me and just move forward with my life. Sorry, that's all I get after being offended she was sorry, she could go suck Jane's boob for all I care. However my voice had broke and I missed her. I couldn't sleep without her close by. 

"What's wrong baby sis?" 

"Nothing I have to go now, make sure you guys stay safe and never go anywhere alone ok sis, please."

"Ok hun, you too and I'm here for you. I love you."

"Bye."

Screw Solo, screw her and Jane and they could screw themselves too. Sorry, fuck sorry, REALLY calls me a killer, insane and full of shit and she was sorry. I never want to see her again. I need to move on, fuck I'm in a foreign city and I can't even speak the language. So much for sleeping with someone, anyone I really don't even care now. I need to clear my mind. 

What's the point of all this melodramatic crap. I've known Solo what all of a month give or take and I'm letting it get me all worked up. Twice she has screwed me over and here I am dreaming of her and our time together. I'm here wondering how she feels about me about all this. What's the point If something were meant to happen for us it wouldn't be this hard. 

How much more of a sign do I need that she and I are just not meant to be? Psycho ex-check, liar-check, asshole- check. She was definitely not on the top of my list of great people to date. 

As the days went by, I was able to really get to know the Captain, that's what I had taken to calling him, using his name or father just didn't seem right to me. He had tried to teach me spanish and I spent some time in the kitchen with the ladies learning to make traditional Mexican plates and on one occasion made some of my food for everyone in the house. The captain was upset that I was working but he loved the meal so he stopped grumbling. 

I had taken a liking to him and he talked to me about my mother everyday. I fell in love with the country and I didn't have to see any real illegal activity. Yes there were guns, but the drugs and everything else was out of my sight. 

Ultimately I realized I couldn't keep running and hiding. After only a week and a half I was feeling home sick. More than that I was ready to move forward no matter what that meant. If it meant no Santana then so be it, I was a big girl I could deal. 

The Captain had created an account for me where he would be transferring money so I wouldn't have to work if I didn't want to and he felt, to make up for the lost years. I didn't need it but now without a car or house I would have to find a place, refurnish and everything that comes with a new place, not to mention shoes and clothes. My insurance wasn't going to cover everything, if anything, since it was on purpose and all the legalities, whatever none of that mattered anymore. All that mattered was that I got out alive and got to live my life, not filled with anyone else's drama.

I had thought about Santana everyday and with each passing day I hated her and Jane a little more, how dare she. How dare she treat me like that, I didn't fucking deserve it but that's what happens when you're nice and try to live by the rules you always get screwed. I trusted her, I let her into my life all to have it blow up in my face.

I had gained some muscle since I spent my days swimming, working out, riding horses on the ranch and cooking. I was eating more but working out twice as much. I had so much energy trying to work out all the extra food, and emotions. Emotions I didn't want to feel; not the loneliness, not the anger, not the pain. I took up boxing in my free time, nothing better to let out some frustration than a punching bag. I really took to it, the captain even brought in a sparring partner for me. She was a New Yorker who did business with him and was in town letting things die down for herself in her neck of the woods. 

She was one hot piece of ass if I say so, and I do say so.

"You're American?"

"Los Angeles to be exact." No one knows that I am his daughter some people do suspect, because of my resemblance to him and my birth mother, but no one dares question anything here.

"What you doing with Captain America?" She was wrapping her wrists, I had been training for about an hour so I was set. She was slightly bent over and that gave me a bird's eye view of her nice chest, within her nike sports bra. Her stomach was tight but she had nothing on my Santa's abs and stars. Her shorts were tightly wrapped around her nice ass. 

"Staying out of trouble, avoiding death believe it or not." That one got a good laugh.

"Most people stay away from him to avoid those things."

"Ha, I guess you and I are a piece of work then because from what I hear you're here for the same reason."

"Yeah, that and I heard this beautiful blonde was staying here." She looked me up and down admiring my physique. I was a little bit more conservative compared to her. Standing in Nike training capris and a tight cotton rib tank top. 

"Is that right?" She stood up came to me and tapped my gloves to start a friendly spar. 

"Yup." As she swung a jab to the face.

"Missed." Jab/cross to the face but she moved out of my way. She's quick, damn her grin reminds me of Santana, fuck Santa. Jab/cross to the ribs, HIT.

"I see were playing rough. Good luck honey, I fight for pride where I'm from."

Jab/cross/jab. None landed. We went four rounds a few hits from both of us. Until I finally realized the thoughts of Santana were making me angry and unstable. I stopped and threw of my helmet and mouth piece, and jumped out of the ring.

"Hey, where you going?" I turned to see her coming after me. 

"You just brought up a memory of this bitch I once knew and now I'm mad and it's not your fault and I don't want to hurt you. I'm sorry."

She had taken of her gloves and grabbed my arm. 

"Look sweetie I don't know who she is or what she did but I can promise you I'm not her. How about a swim in that huge pool and then a drink, what do you say? It'll help you relax a bit." 

Sexy beautiful woman who wants to have some fun with me. "Deal."

We left our gloves and went to the pool in the next wing where I was staying. The captain had given me the guest wing which included its own kitchen, bar and pool. 

I showed her to the bathroom and she said she would be out shortly. I took off my clothes and put on a 2 piece black bikini, tied up my hair and as I finished a sexy woman came out of my bathroom. She was wearing a one piece swimsuit that showed of her back, her stomach and her ass cheeks. It was one long string wrapped very intricately if you ask me.

"Damn your even hotter than I expected."

"Thank you." I blushed. "You're a piece of work yourself, my names Tiffany by the way and you are?" I put out my hand.

"Anna, you kick my ass then give me your name." I laughed as she shook my hand. 

"The bruise on my ribs, begs to differ."

"Come on, swimming and drinks remember."

She walked ahead of me as we walked out of my room. I swear she had a heart for an ass, I love my ass and it's hard for me to be unbiased, but her back side deserved to be spanked for being so naughtily hot. She was a curvaceous piece of work. The string was lost in her ass but who cares it was really just decoration, the real show was those globes. Her breasts were smaller at most a handful, begging to be sucked. 

I'm having you for dinner tonight.

We made it to the pool and I dived in on the deep end and did a few laps. When I came up she was sitting at the edge of the pool wet and watching me. 

"You know you have great form."

"Thank you, aren't you gonna swim?" 

"No it was just to get you nice and wet."

"Oh I see." I walked over to her "Not into foreplay." I stood up on one of the stairs an kissed her as she wrapped her legs around my backside. It felt good to have human contact again. Our bodies were both full of goosebumps and it wasn't from the cold.  

"I was ready when I saw you in the ring, boxing was the foreplay, swimming was just to get you naked."

We stood and started walking to my room. We're both grown women who knew where this was going. 

I kissed her with the lust I felt for her, she was sexy nothing more, nothing less. The exact opposite of Santana, feminine and bubbly. No voice to make me feel dreamy, no power over my heart just a wetness in my pussy begging to be taken care of. My heart needed to be set free, it needed to remember that life wasn't perfect and those who hurt you only do it because you allow them. When you love someone you chose to let them get close, enabling them to hurt you.

As we walked into my room I shut the door behind me and slipped her hands around my neck, pulling my head back allowing her ample room to devour my neck. Teeth grazing my skin made my pussy tingle. My hands searched for something to hold onto and a great ass is always a good resting place. 

I worked my hands down her back around her tight globes. 

My hands roamed all around unimpeded. Her skin was cold from being naked but my heart was pounding and all the blood was going south. Pulling her close I felt her thigh right against my pussy, I needed to be taken for a good ride. 

I walked us back to my bed and sat down with her between my thighs. I kissed her flat stomach working my way downward to where my mouth knew it would find a source of juice. She was sexy and willing and I was, not ready. 

There was no hurt here, just lust someone to sleep with. Fuck, that's not me, I don't just sleep with anyone. 

I stopped and just laid my head on her stomach. 

"I can't." She pulled her hand away and stepped back.

"I hope she's worth it." She kissed the top of my head and walked away. 

It's time to go home and stop running. I have to face this. I have to stop pretending. I just let one sexy ass bitch walk away from me half naked over some ...some....ugh... screw you Santana.





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I'm headed home today or at least to the city where I grew up because I have no home. Saying good bye to everyone proved to be somewhat difficult, I had grown attached to the people with whom I had spent the last two weeks with. The ladies in the kitchen that taught me how to cook traditional dishes, women who had worked for my mother women who taught me about my mother, my heritage along with some spanish. The bodyguards that escorted me everywhere and knew that if something happened to me it would be there heads, metaphorically I hope. And the Captain, my father who hadn't been there a day in my life but who in the time I needed him most proved to be a great friend and protector.




A Kitty for Santa Ch. 03



Upon arriving a car will pick me up and drop me off at my headquarters. Where I will surprise everyone with my arrival. The Captain has arranged for my transportation, so no one knows where I've been. 

"Detective Prescott, thank you for gracing us with your presence to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Shawna, I need a friend to help me out of this mess. I know I've been gone and I don't know how to deal with it. If I still have a job I would love to drop the whole U.S. Marshall thing and never have to work with the FBI again and will give them everything that may be left in the lab. If not then I guess I should be leaving."

"Tiffany you know you're an idiot. What were you thinking running away?" She stepped around her desk and gave me a hug. "You scared the shit out of me honey, Canada really? I mean what happened one day your in Utah the next you're gone and all your girlfriend says is you didn't tell her about leaving."

"How bad is the situation?"

"First tell me why you left."

"I can't, you wouldn't understand."

"She pissed you off?"

"If I was mad it would have been fine, but to be insulted and called a liar is a whole other ball game."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"You could have just asked for separate security detail."

"It wouldn't have been enough."

"Well you have friends in high places that kept it under control and we said it was for your safety that no one know where you were and that you were safe. So now that you're back you can resume your position and I'll take care of everything as long as next time I get a phone call before you go and make a mess of everything, understood?"

"Loud and clear, thanks."

"I heard about that Agent Butler. I will have to assign you a partner when you're ready to come back because of safety reasons. I also need you to see the therapist a few times and she has to clear you for active duty. Where you staying, Is Solo out of the question?" She wrapped an arm around my shoulder as we headed out of her office. 

"I said no FBI remember, I want nothing to do with her or Butler."

"Wanna talk about it?" She was looking at me straight in the eyes, trying to analyze my emotions.

"Nope, can you give me a ride to do some errands."

First stop I went to get a new phone and as Lieutenant Edwards waited outside, I got it under my real name, Rosa Lopez, okay my birth name. I had gotten an American Passport, ID and Social Security under that name, don't ask me how but I had one. 

Second stop another cell phone shop, I put the other one in my purse and said I wasn't able to get it there. This next one I got under my real Tiffany Prescott. This number would be used for work and family. Soon enough it would start ringing with everyone trying to check up on me. 

Then Shawna dropped me off at a dealership with my side arm and badge. I was back and ready for trouble, I dare it to come knocking. My sister met me at the Rusnak dealership, with my insurance money for the car. The Captain had an order put in for a bullet proof, wait for it, Mercedes G 550 SUV. I mean bullet proof! That thing must cost a fortune. 

Apparently he had not kept his word that I would pay for part of it and all I had to do was sign on the lines. It was also under Rosa Lopez. I felt like a bit of a criminal, but what can I say I've been a good kid all my life and a little bit of rebellion never hurt anyone. Especially, when such a beautiful car is involved.

"So now that we aren't being listened in on or followed want to tell me about this Agent Solo and why she was apologizing." I told her everything from day one up until my time in Mexico where I couldn't sleep with a sexy long haired brunette because of her. 

By the end we were headed to my parents house to check on them and show them I was still alive. 

"What are you gonna do now Tiff, I mean you're obviously not over her and she calls me everyday asking if I've heard from you."

"She does?" That threw me for a loop, Tori hadn't bothered to mention this little fact.

"Everyday like clockwork at 8:00 PM. I gave her my number she seemed so worried and she looked so sad when she came by the house that night. I asked her every call what she had done to you and finally last night she told me she had been a total asshole and hoped that one day you could forgive her. She said she knew you would probably want nothing to do with her but she at least wanted to be sure you were safe and out of harms way. She's so in love with you. What kind of a spell did you put on her? Baby sis why are you crying?" Loved me, how does someone say those things if they love you. Damn I'm a cry baby I always have been. Since I had 3 sisters to torture me, crying was the only way they knew I was serious for them to stop.

"How could she say those things, when I had been good and tried to be respectful of her marriage situation and I had killed to make sure she was safe. I had done everything to get us out alive. I'm not a killer Tori I swear I'm not."

"I know honey I know." Thankfully we had pulled up to my parents house by then and I just sobbed onto her shoulder. I stayed there for almost ten minutes crying and was finally able to settle down with her rubbing my back and begging me to stop before mom came out and saw me like this. She would send my father and my brothers after her, the in laws are marine veterans, both of them. 

I got myself together and cleaned up as best as possible and walked into my parents place. We had said I was happy to be home and that was why I had been crying with Tori who had shed some tears. We were really close and she was always the one who could feel my pain. She could always sense when I was in trouble or needed a shoulder to cry on. 

I stayed the night and left for my hotel around noon. As always the Captain had payed for two months in advance and they would not take my credit card for deposit or anything necessary. They said everything was on file. What took me by surprise was the knock on the door as I was about to settle in for some much needed sleep. Grabbing my gun and a steak knife I had taken from my parents house I went to the bathroom, next to the door and asked who it was. Yes I'm paranoid, to my defense an attempt has already been made on my life and I kind of like living, for the most part. 

"Me, please open up."

"I don't know a me, go away." 

"Please." Damn that sexy voice, but today it wasn't sexy not even flirting it was sad, she deserved it. How had she found me? It had to have been my sister who told her where I was. No one but the captain knew.

"No! Go away Agent Solo."

"Baby please I need to see you, I just need to know you're ok, that you're safe, please." Baby how that one word could melt my heart, how that one word could change my world. How this one person could break my heart into a million pieces.

I went to the door with knife and gun and leaned my head forward on it.

"I'm telling you I'm fine now please leave me alone." I was so sad still, I wanted to be angry but I was just too sad to be mad.

"Kitty, I need to see you please." My heart was shattering I could hear the pain in the voice I had longed to hear, the regret, the loss. I was crying, why won't these tears just run out. She doesn't deserve a tear shed for her.

"Fuck. I didn't deserve it Santana I trusted you and you broke my heart." I undid the lock and opened the door slightly as I walked away.

I heard the door close and I felt her warmth behind me as she stroked my arm with her finger. I had the knife in my right hand and the gun in my left. She took both out of my hands and placed them on the table next to the TV. I walked away to the window, crossed my arms over my chest and just stared. 

"I fucked up so bad that no matter what I say I won't be able to make it right. But I have to try, I need you to see how I feel."

I turned around and slapped her. Don't ask me why, because I'm not really sure, but I think it was because that night when she said those things I hadn't done anything. I hadn't even bothered to argue I had just left and that is what was left over.

"I deserve that and more." She didn't even bother to rub it or touch it no shock, just sad eyes full of regret. Sorrow and pain, no sleep, tired and alone.

I couldn't be this person, angry and spiteful. 

"I gave myself to you." I stroked her red cheek, damn it that sounded like it hurt and looks like it stings. She kept her eyes on mine. "I gave you all I had to offer, mind, body and soul." I cupped her face with both hands. "You threw it all away for her." Tears were falling from her eyes, but she never took them off mine. "I hope she was worth it. Please let yourself out, you have seen that I am safe." I kissed the cheek that I had slapped and went to my bathroom.

I heard the door close a few minutes later and that is when I started sobbing, then crying, then full on ugly face crying. I cried myself to sleep on the tile floor of the bathroom and awoke the next morning around 3, cold as hell. I took a sleeping pill I had bought earlier, my fear hasn't let me sleep, and went to bed. I found a note on my pillow, I sat it next to me on the bed side table and crawled into bed. Tomorrow I will try to face the world again, tonight I conquer my sleep. 

The next morning my body guard, payed for by the Captain, showed up around 7:30 AM. I was about to leave when I ran into him in the hallway. He had the belt buckle like the Captain's letting me know he was sent by him. He was twice my size at least and looked like he ate steroids for breakfast. His arms were the size of my waist and I'm not small. He was in a suit and buttoned the jacket once I had seen the black buckle. 

"I will be following you from a distance and when you go to work I will be outside waiting. I have been instructed to protect you and keep you safe."

"If I ask you to go away will you?"

"No."

"Fine."

I had learned after my time with the captain that no one answered to me they answered to him and he just wanted to protect me.

Once at work I packed up anything left over from the case and an Agent Celeste Young picked it up. My day was spent going over files from cases currently worked on and a few detectives came in to ask for my opinion on their cases. I have an eye for detail so a lot of people stopped hating me for it and just started working with me. 

I got one call from Solo but didn't bother answering, I sent it to voicemail. I hadn't even read the note she left yet. I really need to talk to Tori about giving out my information. The voicemail was basic and to the point, "I'm sorry here's my number call me please, I need you." I wrote the number down in case of an 'emergency'. I had no intent of ever using it again. This case had almost cost me my life and now I just wanted a clean break. 

I made plans to have dinner with Jordan. She had been in contact with my sister throughout all this mess and my sister was nice enough to point out how mad she was that I hadn't called her directly. We were going to have dinner at the hotel restaurant to avoid driving and any drama. She was being escorted over by one of the Captain's men. Apparently I currently had 4 men watching me, so I asked the one who watches my door to send someone to get her. 

"What happened, you look...different?"

"It's good to see you too." I gave her a big hug, I had missed her. 

"What's with the driver?" I had been waiting in a booth and she sat right next to me even though the seat across from me was empty, all I wanted to do was hold her close. 

"I don't want you to be in danger because of me."

"First things first, where were you and don't tell me Canada, that is not where you would run to."

"Mexico, I met my birth father. He goes by Captain America, and my birth mother died a few years ago. I think Jane wants to kill me and is the killer we were looking for and Santana and I are no longer involved. That basically covers everything for the past few weeks." There it was, all out and all in one long breath. Her mouth was hanging open, I closed it for her.

"Are you kidding me the Mexican mob, kingpin, leader, druglord, most wanted man is your father? I'm sorry about your mom." She went from surprised to sad she can be so strange.

"It's fine it's not like I knew her. How do you know him?"

"I watch TV and read the newspaper. Jane is a killer, that's hardcore, and she wants to kill you. Girl you cops attract trouble like the Mexican Border, sorry was that to close to home for you. I heard about your car and your place, it really sucks. Oh and about Santana, Tricia, Tori and I are on the hunt for that bitch, we're gonna, well Tricia is gonna kick her ass. Tanya thinks you should just get over her and move on, but you know she's emotionally retarded. I mean seriously ever since she became a Doctor it's like she feels nothing sometimes."

"Thanks but I'm sure I can handle her, I rather never see her again. I get Tanya I mean show me a dead body and I'm fine, most people want to throw up, it comes with the territory."

Damn the tears, she pulled me into her when she saw me crying.

"You have it bad kid."

"No, I just can't believe the things she said to me. I was protecting us, her, doing my job, now I have to live in hiding with round the clock security. You know in Vegas we slept together two weeks straight. Nothing happened but for two weeks we slept together how do you say those things if you don't mean it you know."

"I don't know honey, I'm sorry."

"Not to mention the fact that the day everything went down, we...we...fuck we made love Jordan, the amazing blow your mind kind, where I knew I wanted her for more than just sex you know."

"I'm sorry, love."

Dinner was the furthest thing from my mind, so I had it sent to my room and we ate there, well Jordan ate I just picked at my food. She stayed the night with me to try to help me calm down but it wasn't like when I slept with Solo, with her it was different, it felt right.

As much as I had wanted to avoid Agent Solo like a plague everything came to a halt four days later on Christmas Eve. She had called once or twice a day everyday since she had acquired my new number. 

A call from Virginia came through on my phone. I love that feature that tells you exactly where the caller is. 

"Hello."

"Yes may I speak to a Detective Prescott." The voice sounds familiar. 

"Speaking." 

"Good Afternoon honey, I hope Im not interrupting. This is Misty Solo, Tana's mother."

"Oh yes is everything Okay?"

"Well not quite, Tana has told me what an idiot she is and how she has made a fool of herself."

"Oh."

"Yes and she is here moping around my house like some lovesick teenager."

"Mm hmm."

"Now I don't like to meddle or get involved in her life, Lord knows I barely understand it, but I think she really needs you."

" She did tell you what she said to me right? As well as how our last conversation went? Not to mention my reaction to her."

"Yes and believe me I am not the only one who has scolded her on it her sister was not as kind as I was. You see the reason I am calling is because I saw something in you that only a mother can see. I saw the way you look at each other and it breaks my heart that you are both going around like sad puppies."

"I just don't know how to take all the hurt. How do I know that all this trouble is worth it?"

"Look honey I understand your conviction in this matter and I'm sure I would be just as upset. But she is my baby girl and all I want is to see her smile before leaving me again. I can't answer your question but I know that you two are miserable without each other."

"I miss her so much."

"Sweetie you don't have to forgive her or even forget it yet. Just do me a favor and talk to her I know it would mean the world to both of you to at least hear each others voices." 

She was right I had missed Santana so much that I would call my voicemail just to hear her voice. 

"Okay."

"Thank you my dear, God will repay you. Tana there's a call for you."

"I really hope it isn't work." Even over the phone she sounded miserable.

"Yea." My heart was beating faster than a Chinese Day Parade drum. 

"Is that how you always answer the phone?"

"Kitty?" She sounded like there was a smile on her face and that made me smile as well. 

"Yea Santa it's me."

"How are you? I miss you. I wish I would've known you wanted to talk I would've stayed out there."

"I'm not ready for all that I just wanted to...to..." My hold on sanity was faltering and the tears were forming. "I can't do this...I'm sorry I have to go."

"NO! Please don't, baby, please just give me another minute. Even if you don't say anything just let me stay on the line with you even if it's just to hear you breath. Even if it's just to know you don't hate me. Please."

Everything was hurting and I couldn't hold it in, I started crying and I just felt so alone. 

"I was such a fool. I hurt you in more ways than one when all you did was trust me and give me everything. You put yourself out there for me and I hurt you in a way I promised I wouldn't. I begged you for a second chance when we hardly knew each other. I made love to you and I saw a future so beautiful that I knew I was losing control." 

I had promised I would be strong but something in me forced me to listen. Something within didn't allow me to just lose hope, throughout all the pain I had hope of making this work. 

"Kitty you mean more to me than my own life. That morning when I woke up with you I had a second to enjoy true bliss. That moment was ripped from me and I will never get that back but I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

When all the alarms went off I didn't think of myself I thought of the gorgeous woman sleeping next to me. I wanted to protect her. In that moment it wasn't about me it was about her. 

A few seconds of silence passed with me sniffling on the phone. 

"Why couldn't you pick me? Why did you protect her, why did you believe her innocence and proclaim my guilt?"

"Because I was a fool blinded by the truth that I didn't want to believe. The truth that once upon a time I had married a killer. I didn't pick her, I picked me. I didn't think you were guilty, I merely said things out of pain." 

That sounded plausible.

"I'm not ready to be your friend."

"I know."

"I'm not ready to forgive you."

"I understand."

"I'll see you, when I see you. Merry Christmas Santa."

"Merry Christmas Kitty."

I drove to my sisters house looking like a hot mess. Well my bodyguard drove me. Once I got there I looked presentable for the most part and slept off the pain for most of the day. My sisters were well aware of my situation and didn't hassle me too much. Needless to say Christmas wasn't that great for me. Only Santa could give me what I wanted.

The next week went by and it was basically the same, Jordan or Tori would have dinner with me and stay the night and during the day I would get a call from Solo asking me to please give her a chance to talk to her.

I had no idea where she was or what was going on with any of the cases. I missed her but I just wasn't ready to deal with her. 

Lieutenant Edwards had been by several times to talk about the case involving Solo and I, but there were no solid leads on Jane. I didn't care I knew that if I let the other case go I would be safe, not to mention Solo. If I never saw her again Jane would be happy. 

The day before New Year's Eve, she left a message saying that she realized that I didn't want to hear from her so she would stop calling and let me be. It broke my heart all over again that she was giving up. What a way to end the year right heart broken, sad and alone. 

I finally gave in and read the letter. 

Kitty,

No matter how many times I say it, I can't take back what I said, but I'll keep saying it until you talk to me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I said and for how I reacted. I'm sorry that you felt you had to leave to be free of me. I never wanted for you to leave, but how could I expect you to stay after what I said. I fucked up so bad that I don't know how to fix it, but I'll try. I now know that what I felt for you was not just attraction. I can't sleep without you near me. I can't function knowing that you don't want me in your life. I'm scared to go to sleep and scared to wake up without you. You were right about Jane it is her and now she's in hiding and I can't protect you. I made this mess and now I have to make it right. I won't live in hiding she took everything from me once and she won't do it again. I need you to know one thing before you write me off and that is that I love you. It took me losing you to figure it out. I need you in my life kitty, I love you. 




A Kitty for Santa Ch. 03



-Santa 

She had written the note before getting here, and I could see the water marks from tears. It smelled like her, I felt her in that small note. But now I have to realize that it's not about my life and my happiness, it's about my safety, there is no time for love. Jane is running and will eliminate the two people who forced her to run. I'm a dead woman if I don't find her first. 

Damn she said she loved me. 

How did the tables turn from chasing criminals to chasing cops. I need my father's help, I need to call the Captain. What do I do about Santana, she gave up, she stopped calling. What did I expect this is what I wanted, for her to back off. What if something happened, but I would have heard something. FUCK! Why is everything so hard.

I need sleep, yes sleep. Half a pill and some water, good night world tomorrow morning I will deal. Not tonight, tonight I need sleep. How sad is it to not look forward to a new year. 

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What the hell it's 3 in the morning why is someone at the door. 

"I'm coming." I got up threw on a sweatshirt and some pants and went to the door. Bodyguards at my door make me feel okay, so that I can sleep naked like at my place. "I'm coming." I had my gun in hand. 

"Do you know what time......" At my door was Shawna with Santana hanging of her arm. My bodyguard Miguel was standing in front of them.

"It's fine Miguel, thank you." He stepped aside to let them in. "Shawna what the hell?"

"She escaped her security detail and went bar hopping, an officer called after pulling her over for driving drunk. When they saw the badge and my card in her pocket, they called." I helped walk her to my bed, Santana was just looking at me looking like someone had killed her dog. She lifted her hand to stroke my cheek and I grabbed her to set her on the bed and Shawna walked away.

"I didn't know where she was staying and this was the only address she had on her, I didn't realize it was your place." She was smiling as she watched me and Solo just looking at each other as she stroked my cheek. "She really likes you."

"I've missed you beautiful." She didn't even stutter as she whispered those sweet words to me. 

"I've missed you too Santa," I answered, smiling at the woman of my dreams, once again sitting in front me. Who says you have to wait to get what you want. Shouldn't I be mad, but I don't want to be. She knows she was wrong so what do I do, just let her come back into my life. What's wrong with me?

"And... I should go." I looked up to see Shawna leaving. 

"Thanks I'll take care of everything tomorrow when I get to work."

"Good I'm going back to bed with my girlfriend, she wasn't happy I had to leave."

"But I'm sure you'll make it up to her." I said smirking, Shawna had an appetite for sex.

"Oh yea." She closed the door behind her.

"Hey drunken monkey, I'm gonna go get you an aspirin for the hangover you're gonna have and some water, can you stay here for me?" She was beautiful, I had missed her face, soft with big brown eyes, and smirk for a smile. She leaned in and kissed my cheek.

"I will do anything for you." Her low sexy voice sent a shiver up my spine and made me tingle all over. 

I walked to my bathroom got 2 aspirins and some water.

"Do you know that you look so hot in sweats, Kitty." Her eyes were half closed and yet she still looked sexy. She was looking at me sideways as she laid on my bed watching me walk to her. 

"Sit up for me." She was so drowsy "Why have you been drinking?" She took the two pills and the water and some spilled from the sides of her her mouth. I wiped it away with my thumb and she turned and kissed my hand. 

"I wanted to forget....what I did to you." Have I already forgiven her?

"Nevermind, how about you sleep with me tonight, I'll hold you all night." I slipped of her black shirt and took off her jeans as she fell back on the bed. I wondered do I take off my clothes or keep them on, I was sleeping naked. But what idea am I giving her if I do. It's not like we haven't slept together before and made love. 

I hate her remember, she was mean and spiteful and she tried to apologize. She's tried to apologize and she said she loved me. If I allow myself to admit the truth it is simple. I need her in my life because she makes me feel whole. 

"Kitty, what are you thinking? I miss you." I have to admit I haven't had a decent nights rest since we were last together and I want to relive those moments of peace as often as possible. I miss her so why not sleep naked, I won't lose anything. Hell can you imagine the confusion when she wakes up, mind-fuck.

"Baby, I was sleeping naked should I keep the sweats on or take them off?" She struggled but she sat up. I couldn't hep but giggle.

"You called me baby." She stroked my cheek, it was like she couldn't believe I was there, truth was I couldn't believe she was here. "Naked."

"Promise to behave?"

"Promise, can I sleep naked too?"

"Of course." I helped her out of her bra and undies and I had to control myself and remember that she was kind of drunk. Then I took off mine. 

I laid down behind her and pulled the comforter over us as I wrapped my arms around her. God I had missed her. Here I am sleeping with the woman who makes me feel all tingly inside and out and I wonder how did we end up in bed naked, when I was supposed to be so mad at her. I wanted to hate her for her spiteful words and yell and scream. But here I was stroking her head and caressing her leg as she slept next to me. 

Truth was I needed this. I needed human contact. I needed Santana to make me feel safe again, to make me feel like no one else can. I know we have a lot to talk about but for now can I just pretend life is perfect? 

What will tomorrow hold for us when she wakes up and isn't drunk? Will she want to run away and pretend we didn't just do this? Will she get mad and say things that break me all over again? I don't know but I have 2 hours of sleep left before work. I think I'll have to call out. 

"I'm guessing you and your guest need some time to figure things out."

"Yea and Friday please, I'll be back on Monday."

"You're lucky you're good and almost got killed. No one else gets away with the kind of shit you pull."

"Thanks Lieutenant I owe you...a lot."

"Yes you do. Have a good one."

Now to deal with sleeping beauty. God she looks peaceful, the headache shouldn't be too bad. What am I supposed to say. 'Hey good to see your awake let's talk about you calling me a killer and insane because last night we slept together in bed naked'. It's 6 in the morning she won't be awake for another few hours, I'll pretend to be asleep until she wakes up then make her worry about it. mmmm, sleep.

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"What are you up to?" I was lying on my stomach and could feel something on my back.

"Kissing you." I awoke to her kissing her way up my back from God knows where, but it felt good.

"And what makes you think it's okay to kiss me?" She stopped at my neck and I realized she was laying next to me caressing my bare ass and now kissing my neck.

"The fact that were in bed together, naked." She worked her hand down my ass and was opening my legs and my legs were opening for her. What the hell, do I have any self-control?

"We need to talk before we go any further." That didn't even sound convincing, it sounded like I needed her to take me now, I sounded horny and yet I was just waking up.

"I know," she didn't stop.

"Aren't you hungover?" I thought at least a headache, right? Her hand was going up and down my ass, damn this feels good.

"No, I wasn't that drunk." She quickly straddled my back putting her nice warm wet pussy right on my ass.

"Uggghhh Santana." I've missed this, I missed her body.

"I need to make love to you beautiful, I need you." Oh God, help me find some self-control. 

"First explain why you were drinking and driving." She laid herself on my body while holding herself up with her hands, gently allowing her breast to touch my back, kissing my neck at the same time. 

"I had drank but I wasn't driving. I met an officer friend of mine near my place, had him call your friend and then pretended that all I had was your address. Then she brought me here." That sexy voice will be the death of me. 

"Why?" She continued kissing and now nibbling my neck as she decided what to say. Then went right next to my ear.

"You wouldn't answer my calls, I got desperate."

"Uhhh..." She was nibbling on my ear lobe. "How did you know I would let you in and not send you to some cell to sober up?"

"I didn't think about that, all I knew was I needed to see you and hoped you would want to see me." 

"I haven't forgiven you. Damn it you said a lot of awful things." Finally self control because of pain. I rolled away and sat up pulling my legs into my chest. Now I could feel the tears. "I barely know you, why do I care so much what you have to say, if you're just another cop." 

She sat up next to me. Now I can see her nakedness not just feel it and I feel so wet. Oh God help me compose myself.

"I know you haven't forgiven me but I intend to make it up to you for as long as you'll let me. I'm not just another cop, I'm your Santa and you're my Kitty. I need you." She sat behind me and pulled me into her. "I will apologize everyday and show you that you are more important than anyone else in my life. I panicked, got scared and said some stupid things that made no sense. I can't take back what I said, but I can say it was wrong." She was talking right into my ear, I had to bite my tongue to avoid moaning.

"You were doing your job Kitty."

"I can't go through that again, what are you going to do when you have to face her or worse she comes after us again?" 

"Fight like hell to stay alive and if she has to die in the process then she chose her fate when she tried to kill us."

"Do you still think I'm a killer and insane?"

"NO you were doing your job and you were protecting me, which is more than I can say for her, that fucking bitch almost killed us. She tried to kill me and get me killed, but her biggest mistake was trying to kill you. I didn't react properly to what you said, but after I spent some time looking at what you said, you were right. I was out of line to have said the things I said." She held me tighter, she was mad but not at me at herself. I was almost sobbing. 

"Do you still question my integrity?"

"No, your paranoia saved us. Although I do wonder why you were so prepared for world war III."

"I'm a detective who has put away gang leaders, murderers and rapist you don't think that just one of those would want to come for me, if they got out. I know what I do for a living isn't safe and I prepare for the inevitable, but I just never thought I'd be running from a fellow cop."

"You're smarter than I could have ever been, you were prepared. We will find her I promise."

"Did you mean what you wrote?"

"About?" I turned around and had her stretch her legs resting my head on her chest, I traced her abs. 

"That ...you...um ....loved me?" I looked up into her big brown eyes. 

She had the biggest smile and the rosiest cheeks, she was blushing. My Santa was blushing. 

"You know when you would constantly call me a stalker." I nodded. "Well I spent a lot of time researching anyone who had your position in the area, but something always brought me back to you. Yes you were the most qualified, but I had been wanting an excuse to come see you and nothing ever sounded good enough. Then when I saw you at the party I instantly knew who you were because I had been staring at your files for months." She was still blushing and I started gently tracing her facial features, her lips, her eyes, her nose.

"I was gonna ask you out, but then I got the call and I thought perfect. This route would enable me to be honest with you about why I knew so much about you. I hated that I was your stalker in a weird way, but the truth is I was falling for you because you were so beautiful and amazing at what you did. I admired your work and you." I sucked in her nipple into my mouth it was just so hard and in my face. 

"Keep talking." I kept it held within my teeth.

"Then...then...then we started working together and...and...I was sooooo scared of what not to do and what I should do...you make it hard to concentrate." 

I worked my hand to her pussy and she was wet, she was wet for me.

"I'm still listening."

".......I couldn't seem to get it right ......... I was so scared and there was this attraction between us that scared me.........I felt a pull towards you the way .......I had never felt for anyone." I was now massaging her breast while sucking the other one, and working a finger in her pussy. 

"uh huh."

"I fell for you Kitty..... I fell in love with you......You're everything I have ever wanted and I let you go......I won't make that mistake twice....I love you beautiful and I need you in my life."

I worked another finger into her pussy.

"Damn Tiff.... I need you..."

"What do you need from me?" I was working my fingers in and out of her lips and near her clit but not on it. 

"I need you to be with me ....... give me a another chance baby.......I need your touch and your .....forgiveness."

"Tell me you need me to love you, don't be afraid to ask if that's what you want. I need to know what you need and want from me." I bit her nipple and pulled. 

"I want you to love me Tiffany but only if that's what you want to give me. I'll work hard for you to love me....Oh fuck what are you doing to me?"

"Getting you nice and wet for me. Keep talking." 

"I ...need you inside me baby. I need to taste you. I need you screaming my name, begging me to stop because you're so spent." She regained her composure and rolled me onto my back and I was smiling my wicked grin. I wanted her to take me and make me hers. I needed HER to want me to be hers, I needed HER to do it. I needed HER to be sure I was what she wanted.

I pulled my fingers up to my lips.

"Damn I missed this taste." I missed Santana, all wasn't forgiven but I needed to be held and wanted, not just by anyone, by her. I needed to feel like life was worth living. 

"When did you decide to give me a second chance?"

"After I read your note the other night."

"Why'd you wait so long to read it?" She started massaging my breast as I pulled her into me by her luscious backside, I had missed her body. 

"I wasn't exactly in the mood to hear what you had to say," she took my breast into her mouth. "UUHhhh."

"So why did you read it?" She put her thigh between mine and pushed it forward into my pussy.

"I missed you, you had stopped calling and I thought you gave up." Wait, why am I being interrogated I haven't done anything wrong. "Why are you asking the questions?"

"Because you like it when I take charge. Now, did you want me to give up?" She worked her hand down my body to my slick pussy lips and started putting pressure on my mound but never entering. 

"Honestly I don't ....know. I was just so......fuck.... mad at you.....I wanted to pretend you didn't exist....I tried sleeping with someone, anyone, but you were the only one on my mind." She stopped everything and looked me in the eyes, those big brown eyes I had longed to see. She wanted me but she knew she had almost lost me.

Taking my hand off her she brought it to her chest. 

"I'm glad you didn't sleep with anyone else, but you would have been in all your right to do so. I want you to see that I'm worth it, but I have to prove it to you first." I took my hand to her face and felt the heat in her cheeks, the softness of her flesh and the tenderness of her skin on my hand. I pulled her into me by her neck.

"I didn't sleep with her because I didn't really know her and a part of me felt I should be faithful to you even though I had no reason. But I need to know before we go any further where your loyalty stands, is there a reason for me to be loyal to you?"

"Let me show you where my loyalty lies, let me show you why I deserve your loyalty." 

"I missed you Solo."

"I missed you too baby."

"I need you."

"I'm all yours."

"Promise?"

"I promise beautiful, I'm all yours."

"Don't ever put Jane or anyone else before me again, I won't be able to forgive you."

"I promise you, from this day forward you are the only woman in my life."

She worked her way down my body leaving a trail of kisses behind. Stopping to fondle and taste my breast, sucking each nipple into her hot mouth and lavishing it with her tongue. Tender soft kisses to my stomach and some biting, damn her teeth were driving me crazy. Caressing every inch of skin that was unexposed. Finding that when she kissed my hips it made me moan a little more. Finally making it to my pussy she went down one leg and up the other she was not to be rushed. My hips were moving of their own accord, begging for my pussy to be touched but she was relentless I was going to be adored. 

Once she had worked her way back up my leg she turned me over and her trek started at my neck. Kissing her way from one ear to the other down to my arms, across my back, down the other arm. Occasionally sucking in a whole finger in her mouth, making me wish it was my pussy between her lips. Down my legs and back up until she arrived at my ass. She kissed and bit her way up down and around finally lavishing my slit. 

She grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath my stomach. Helping me lift myself onto my hands and knees, she started again, but this time I got the attention I needed. Licking from the top of my clit to the top my my ass. Working her way back and forth licking, nibbling and biting. I felt my orgasm starting to build slowly, but it felt unlike anything I had ever felt, smooth and creeping with a relentless insistent tingle building within. It felt just like what she was doing to me, amazing. It felt good to be wanted and appreciated, tender and soft in the tasting of my juices. 

Finally she settled on my clit and flicked it side to side and back and forth it ached to be touched, it was waiting to be played with and once there she never let it go until I came into her mouth never letting one drop of me fall. She sucked in my juices, until no more was available. 

Then as I tried to turn over and get to have my way with her she kept me still.

"I'm showing you that my loyalty is to your pussy baby, now lay still I'm gonna have my way with you." 

She thrust one finger into my slick pussy I could feel her thighs on mine and my body ached to feel her heat. Then inserting a second, thrusting back and forth until she inserted a third finger, I felt full and she was making me feel good. Once she felt me thrusting back into her she held my hips with her other hand and worked her hips with the thrusting and this orgasm was coming much stronger and its effects were causing some tension in my stomach. When I came it was so hard it took everything in me to hold myself up. Oh God she hadn't even touched my clit and I was feeling weak in the knees. 

I'm not the type to just lay still and be fucked all day long but she could have whatever she wanted with how I was feeling. She laid her body on top of mine and whispered in my ear "Pick your pleasure." 

"Let me lay back and you can fuck me while I feel you on top of me." 

"Your wish is my command." I didn't even stutter, what was she doing to me. In one swift motion she had me on my back and was between my legs. 

Automatically I wrapped my legs around her waist and three fingers were inside of me faster than I ever thought possible. She held herself up on her elbow and her fingers were working their magic inside of me. She couldn't possibly know my body so well I thought. When she found my G-spot shortly after and began working that inside of me I was about to come and squirting wasn't a choice it was going to happen no matter what. She knew it because she held off until her mouth was at my pussy and started working her fingers inside of me again. "FUCK!" I was squirting into her mouth and squirming with pleasure. She had me grabbing her by her hair and pulling her into my pussy, I could feel her moaning and the vibrations only made my pussy twitch more. 




A Kitty for Santa Ch. 03



"SANTA FUCK!" 

I was so sensitive when she continued licking me I had to pull away. 

"Fuck baby you do that too well. I don't think I can go again."

"I promise you, you can and you will." Oh that wicked grin and that sultry voice had me begging for more in no time. 

She left my bedside around 6 in the afternoon because she had to go back to her hiding place. A marshal picked her up. I had the rest of the afternoon to figure out what I wanted with this gorgeous woman. I knew I had already let her back in, but now Jane was on the run. More than likely she was looking to kill us. I have copies of all the evidence against her. No one knows that though and I'm sure whatever Solo has is enough to put her away not to mention that she ran. 

Now as for myself how do I stay safe, I'm living in a hotel where all sorts of people have access and I can't keep calling the Captain. I need another house, but no matter how careful I am she can track me, I go to work and live a daily life she's bound to catch up with me. 

At least I don't have to worry about Santana, she has all sorts of people watching her. Although I have to worry when I'll get to see her again. When I'll be in her arms again. I feel safe with her and I haven't really slept since I was last with her. I wonder if she'd be up for staying with me for a while. Although how do we explain that to the Bureau and the Marshals. Damn it and where do we stand?

Is she committed to me, why didn't I sleep with that other girl when I had no ties to Santana? Is she willing to sleep with anyone else besides me, does she want to sleep with any one else? These are the question I should have been asking instead of just sleeping with her. Damn, but she is just so sexy and I needed me a Santa fix. She's so addictive like a drug and I need another fix, yet she just left. 

I mean it's not like we didn't talk, because we did but I really should've asked where we stood or lay whatever as long as I know what she wants from me. I need to see her again, I need to feel her. Why am I so addicted to her and that voice, it brings chills up my spine. Damn I want her ass to be mine. I need her pussy so I can taste her, be inside her, feel her pleasure and see her body surrendering to my touch.

When the hell did I turn into such a horny person. Fuck I'm wet just thinking of her. What the hell is this about. I don't think I have ever wanted anyone this bad. It was just a few minutes since I last touched her and now I need more. I barely know her and I can't sleep if she's not near me and I think about her all the time. Shit, I really do have it bad. 

The truth is simple, I love her. When you fall for someone you make the decision to be with them. You make the decision that they will love you but they are human. This humanity will be the cause of a few mistakes that may hurt you. It is up to you to decide if working through these mistakes is worth that love. I love her and I'm willing to accept her faults and work through them. Damn I think I finally know what love is. 

I need to sleep, I need to go to sleep and when I wake up all this will make sense. Maybe I just need time to rest. 

***

After weeks of living in the hotel I was moved to a higher floor and two adjoined rooms. I went in through one room and slept in the other in case anyone came looking they would get to Miguel first, I never used the other door. The Captain had made contact with me and let me know, didn't ask, he let me know that he had prepared a house for me to stay at, it would be ready in a few weeks. Also if I would have anyone over to allow for my bodyguards to pick them up and check them, he needed me to be safe. 

I weighed my options apparently he knew all to well how to be an overprotective, overbearing parent and arguing wasn't an option. How was I supposed to live in a house full of bodyguards by myself, so I thought I can have Santana stay with me since she has no place but how do I tell the Captain that. 'Hey, my friend/lover/fellow officer needs to be protected as well and it helps me sleep when she's next to me.' I didn't think that would work. 

Jane hadn't reappeared so everyone had decided we would each, Solo and I, get partners for a while and go back to work as normal which was fine with both of us. We needed to feel like life wasn't being taken from us. My new partner's name was Matthew Aden Cornwall, nickname assigned by me MAC. Good thing for him he was an Apple enthusiast. 

He was a few years older but acted as if he was 18, carefree and juvenile, I hoped he knew what he was doing I didn't need to have to watch out for both of us. I handle the forensics at a crime scene and then do my investigation with a Detective assigned to the case. I collect the evidence and with the assigned detective they do the investigation outside of the lab I do it in the lab. So I'm a detective and I don't get assigned my own personal cases because I work on most cases with other Detectives. However now Mac will be helping me do what I do, he comes highly recommended and I have come to find out he used to be a Navy Seal, I feel safer. 

He reminds me of my body guards who still go everywhere with me at work they watch from a distance. 

Santana's partner is a female, Agent Celeste Young. She was working with her on several of the Jane cases. Solo was hesitant at first but since she had come to LA, Celeste had been key to her success. 

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I have decided to tell the Captain about my life with women, well one woman to be exact, Santana. Things are good between us we're dating and although it isn't official it is exclusive. She has to find a new apartment and my house will be ready in a week. Before I move in I need The Captain to know the truth, he'll be in the area tomorrow so I'll tell him over dinner. I want her to stay with me while she looks for a place and well with her near I feel safer. Truth is we work so much that it's hard to find time to be with each other and her staying with me allows for nights filled with love making, I'm a horny woman what can I say.

"Captain I have to tell you something and I don't care how you take it, you can accept it or not and that will determine whether or not you and I have a relationship."

"Can you tell me after I eat dinner."

"No I think it is better to get it out in the open now."

"Tiffany are you going to tell me that you're a lesbian?"

"Well yes." How did he know?

"Good so now you know I know. Let's go back to eat in peace, I really love brazilian churasco." He was smiling.

"How do you know?"

"I been keeping an eye on you from the day you were born. I knew from the way you would look at other women from pictures. I know you are seeing that FBI agent, and at first I want to have all your girl friends killed, then decided that would be bad for you. So I accept it, even if I don't understand it. There are many things in this world I do not understand but I accept, and I accept that this make you happy even if I don't understand."

"Thank You. So you keep a close eye on me?"

"Yes and No. Every few month I check on you for a few days. Maybe twice a year and you're welcome. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your life."

"Can she stay with me at the place you bought me?"

"Whatever my daughter wants she gets."

"Thank you Captain." 

The rest of the night was amazing. He took it a lot better than I had expected, but apparently he had had a long time to think about it. He and I talked and he told me of instances in my life he wished he would have been there for and not just had pictures. My sports games, my graduation from the Universities and even the Academy. He thought it was ironic that I had become a cop, but accepted it. 

I remember thinking as kid that my parents were idiots for giving up a beautiful kid like me. It sounds conceited but it was my way of coping with not being worth keeping for them. Now it seemed it had been to protect me and how can you not love a person that puts your safety before their happiness. For a cold blooded drug lord he has a lot of love for me when I looked into his eyes. 

Now to explain to Santana how I can afford whatever house the Captain has bought me and the car and the added protection. She's seen the Mexican American/Military bodyguards but I can tell she's unsure of what to say. I think its fun to just leave it up in the air. I've considered the honesty is the best policy thing but how do you tell an FBI agent that your biological father is on the FBI's list of most wanted people. 

Nothing made sense because I couldn't be a liar, damn me and my guilty conscience. Only when I used to do undercover work did I ever do a good job at lying but that was more like acting than lying for me. 

First I had to ask how she felt about staying with me while she looked for a place. So when she picks me up tonight to take me home, I'll ask her. I get a ride to work from my bodyguards when I'm too lazy to drive, this whole having people work for me thing has made me lazy and snobby. I'm fighting myself on it but it's so easy. I mean I'm not rude or anything but they won't let me do anything or go anywhere without them so I decided to save the ecosystem and just take one car on most days. Then the hotel provides all my meals for me. They also do all my laundry and clean my room, a bitch can get used to this lifestyle. 

"Hey Kitty, ready to go?" Yum my lover looks delicious. She always wears her jeans kinda loose on her days off and it makes me wanna just rip them off and leave her in her boyshorts. The shirt is white and v-neck her breast are begging to be handled and fondled, not to mention that its almost see thru and her jacket barely covers that fact. 

She was very casual compared to my work clothes slacks, dress shirt and blazer. I wasn't expecting to go out on a call today. It wasn't my turn at least. 

"Why do you call her kitty?" He is always listening and asks too many questions. 

"Mac don't ask question to things you may not want to know the answers for."

"Uggh, she's so grumpy when you haven't been around, do you know that? If you guys have lunch she's fine, if not she gets cranky. Can you please take care of that." I slapped him right upside the head, co-worker or not that was just wrong and inappropriate and am I that obvious, she just laughed. 

"Mac! Shut up you jerk."

She came up to me and hugged me right in front of him. I kept my hands at her shoulders. "You miss me that much baby?" Oh my God she had never been this open with me especially not with co-workers around. 

"Babe, what are you doing?"

"Oh my God. It's obvious taking care of you, relax Kitty. I know she's your girlfriend you are so obvious. I could care less it makes sense why you've never even so much as checked me out. Let the girl show you some love."

"Listen to the man baby. He won't rat us out he knows better than to fuck with an Agent and a detective in line to be a Lieutenant. Oh and call her Kitty again and that slap she just gave you will be nothing to the ass whooping I'm gonna give you." Yup this woman makes me happy defending my honor. 

"She's not my girlfriend weirdo she's my lover." I felt something in her react to my words, but I was serious we weren't exactly together. I had hated it but she never called me her girlfriend I was always a friend and I can't go on like this. I need some officiality, that's not a word but that's what I want. 

"Oh I like affairs."

"Nevermind, I'll see you tomorrow morning." She grabbed my stuff and I went out the door in my lover's arms. That word does work for me though. We walked down to her car in silence until we got to her car and she was about to open the door. 

"Lover huh?"

"Yup that's what I always call you, my lover." I was standing in front of her leaning on the car but now she kept her distance. 

"Why not girlfriend?"

"You never asked." I got in the car, I figured this was coming but what better way to bring it up right?

"Your place or dinner?" She seemed fine now, maybe it would be left alone. 

"My place they're bringing Steak and baked potatoes tonight and the chef said he'd send up some of his tiramasu cake and espresso just for me and my friend." Ok that last friend part was a total accident he did say friend. But her facial reaction meant I was hitting a nerve. 

But being her composed self she didn't say anything. The rest of the ride was in silence and I was on my phone the whole time which she hates. I was making this out to be a bad day but I was nervous. I didn't mean to sound hostile or anything it was just the truth. We got to my hotel with my bodyguards at a distance and they walked us up to my room. 

"Tiffany can we talk for a second?" I was about to call down for the food and had the phone in hand. When she says Tiffany I know its serious, I prefer Kitty although from everyone else its fine. 

"Santana we don't have to talk about it, don't call me Tiffany."

"Obviously we do and Tiffany is your name. Is that what I am to you, just a friend or lover." She seemed a bit angry I hated seeing her like this but I'm not one to back down I'm too stubborn for that. 

Ok so someone in all their senses would explain themselves first, not me. 

"Both, a friend and a lover." 

"I thought this was more than that. I mean seriously is that all it is for you friends with benefits." She was so mad, I better fix this if I ever want her to be my girlfriend. So I walked to her and forced her to stand close to me, grabbing her jacket and pulling her to me, forcing her to feel my body pressed up on her and know that she was the only woman I wanted. 

"Santana I'm in love with you, you know that better than anyone but were exclusive yes but neither one of us has ever said that we're together officially, you never asked and neither have I. I just figured maybe you didn't want to with the whole Jane thing." She relaxed a little, her eyebrows unscrunched and she placed her hands on my hips. She has this way of killing me softly with her hands. She knows just how to rub, especially the skin on my hip bones, that is sensitive. 

"What Jane thing," Her voice was just above a whisper my Night-time DJ was back. "I'm getting divorced the lawyer said that with her being a criminal/fugitive it would be easier. Kitty I love you baby. I want more than just to be a lover and friend."

"Then ask me." I wanted her to ask this whole time, that's why I've been stubborn and not asked myself. She's married and well the last time she had kind of acted weird about the wife thing. I needed it to be her decision. 

"Really, you won't ask me?"

"No I can't. I told you I need you to tell me you need me to love you, don't be afraid to ask if that's what you want. I need to know what you need and want from me. I'm scared to push you, you said you wanted me and then the whole thing happened and I wasn't even important. I don't want to be just some girl for you, for anyone." I had tears running down my face and I was scared, I've never been insecure of myself and around her sometimes I felt insecure, I felt that I wasn't enough. She pulled me into her and I wrapped my arms around her, rested my head on her shoulders.

"I fucked up baby, and I scared you. I wish that you would be confident in my feelings for you, but I'm the only person to blame for that. I promise you I will show you that you are the only woman for me beautiful. You're not just some girl you are my woman, my lover, my friend, my everything."

But she didn't ask and now I realized maybe she just didn't want to have a commitment with anyone after Jane. We ate dinner together and she stayed the night watching TV but nothing happened. I was tired and insecure I just wanted to sleep. She seemed content to do the same. I held off on the question that had been on my mind I guess live alone it is. I'd ask Jordan but I really would hate to put her in any danger.

The days went by and I started drifting away, immersing myself in my work and taking more cases than I could handle. Mac kept me entertained through everything. He has been a great distraction in helping keep my mind off Solo. He always has this way of being able to bring up the most random conversations. A few days ago it was the why are there 10 wieners in a pack and only 8 buns, then it was how now male dogs can get fake testicles after they've had theirs clipped. He only brought up Santana once and from the book that was flung at his head he gave up on that train of thought. I hadn't seen her since that night, we had talked and texted but I think this thing we had because it wasn't a relationship is OVER!

Finally I ran out of reasons not to see her when she showed up at the lab, after two weeks of being busy, on my last day of work. I was taking a week off to set up my new house I just needed to set up everything from my loft. My dad had bought a modern home in Silver Lake for me no more downtown, he said buildings were too insecure and allowed for too much traffic. The house was really modern looking. It had a three car garage in the front and that was all you could see from the street. The doors were that opaque looking material in the form of windows so it was deceiving. The outside walls were made of fiber cement shiplap siding, and cement walls between the interior walls and the outdoor walls.

The house was completely reinforced and had high-tech security and two guards on the property at all times, their quarters were in the guest house and they switched off with two other guys. It had a gym in the basement and entertainment to the max from surround sound in all rooms to a remote control for the house. 

"Hey Mac is Tiffany around?" I was in my office but out of view I hoped he'd cover for me.

"No!" He knew I was avoiding her and he had to suffer my attitude. I stopped after only a day it wasn't his fault and he was a nice guy he didn't deserve my asinine ways. 

"Detective Cornwall, I need to see Detective Prescott, can you let her know I'm here." Her tone was much more demanding a bit harsh not in the mood for games I see.

"Relax, he was under my orders to not have anyone bother me. What can I do for you Agent Solo?" That felt...awkward. 

"Can we talk Detective Prescott?" Her tone never changed still...professional not warm or smooth just plain not the woman I missed.

"I have a lot of work Agent Solo, I'm off next week and need to leave everything set."

"In your office then, it'll only take a few minutes." She walked in before I could say no. I walked in and closed my door. I hadn't started the formalities, but I guess no pleasantries today.

"What can I do for you Agent Solo?" She sat on the edge of my desk and pulled me to her between her legs. I was in black Louboutin heels and a black skirt. I had plans to go have dinner with Jordan tonight at this new restaurant in Hollywood, and had dressed to kill. I had thrown on a garter belt and stockings and black lace panties, along with a matching bra. My shirt was a long sleeve black blouse. I missed dressing up and I wanted to make myself feel good and have presence known to all. I had practically fallen into her, the skirt was so tight it made my hips sway because it was hard to walk. 

"Baby why are you avoiding me?" Oh that fucking voice again, why can't I resist her smoothness.

"Baby, not Detective Prescott?" It was barely above a whisper her hands had worked their way to my ass and damn she knew how to grab me and make me feel wanted. 

"Yes baby, my baby, my girl, two weeks you've avoided me and then you don't even tell me you're taking time off. I have to find out through the gossip of others. So I'm here and you can't avoid me anymore. I've missed you so much beautiful, I had to spend my days without my stubborn girl. What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing Santana you didn't do anything wrong." I was struggling to avoid wrapping my arms around her neck and just kissing her. So I placed them on her shoulders to keep distance between her juicy, luscious, plump, sexy lips. Control Tiffany, have some self-control. 




A Kitty for Santa Ch. 03



"Anything means something, tell me what I did so I can fix it, please baby I miss you I need you in my life. I need you're beautiful body next to mine all the time." She was looking into my eyes and they were working their way into my soul. Pleading with me to be honest. 

"I just need some time away from work and to get my new place together and then we can get together. Okay?" I tried pulling away but was leaning too far into her and was completely off balance. 

"No, it's not ok. I've been asking you out for two weeks now and you won't give me the time of day and now I feel like your breaking up with me and we're not even officially together yet." She had pulled me in closer and our lips were only a few inches apart. 

"Yet!" Like it would ever happen now. 

"I knew it, how am I supposed to ask you to be my girlfriend if you'll never go out with me Tiff?"

"What?" This caught me off guard, girlfriend, ask out, with her. 

"Baby you know I love you right?" I gave up with my hands they wrapped around that beautiful edible neck. 

"Sometimes."

"Well I love you all the time and I had this special date planned so I could ask you to be with me and be my girlfriend, mine and only mine but then you stopped wanting to be with me. I thought you were really busy with work but you hadn't even wanted to see me when we used to barely be able to go without wanting to spend our nights together." She was really sad and her tears were forming so I grabbed her face and did what I should have done when my woman walked in through that door. 

"I'm sorry."

I kissed her with all the ardor and passion that was inside me. The need to feel loved and be wanted was in my arms, on my body. She wanted me, she needed me like I needed her. My lips felt hers and the tenderness they held but the want that they possessed to be kissed. Her tongue searching for mine wanting to taste me, all of me. Taking me into her arms caressing my backside up to the small of my back. She stood up never parting from my lips turned me around and sat me on the edge of my desk. She started to undo the buttons on my shirt and I was not going to stop her I had locked the door out of habit. She worked her lips to my ear and then down to my neck and that was when she pushed up my skirt and I lifted my hips to help thank God this skirt stretched, wait what are we doing, this is my office.

"Baby what are you doing?"

"Making up for lost time." She didn't stop for a second. "Lay back, relax and enjoy."

"Why would I do that?"

"Baby would you really deny me anything when you know how much pleasure I bring you. Now imagine me between your legs, enjoying your taste, your sweet juices flowing into my mouth, my fingers working you to the point of no return." Those simple words and that sultry voice sent a chill down my spine and up my pussy, I had goosebumps for days. The confidence in her words made me so much hornier. She was so fucking right, she could have me upside down right now if that's what she wanted. 

"Fuck me!" I was lying back on my desk, waiting for her to take me. 

She pulled my panties aside and worked her magical fingers inside my slit to make it wet. "Why is my girl so dressed up?" My blouse was wide open revealing my lace encased breast. She was doing a marvelous job of massaging one while playing with her fingers inside of me. 

"I'm going to dinner with a friend." She leaned over and sucked my nipple into her mouth keeping her fingers just teasing my entrance. 

"What friend?" I was having a difficult time of processing my own thoughts. She bit harder at my lack of response. 

"UUUhhhhh.....fuck....Wonder woman?" 

"Are you asking me or telling me?" Oh man I think I hear a power trip coming, this isn't my style and I hate playing games especially when I'm so wound up.

"Damn you, telling you, now fuck me or pull out. What's it gonna be Santa have I been naughty or nice?"

"Both baby." I felt fingers inside and she waited for me to feel comfortable. Except if this was gonna happen she was taking my office fuck cherry. But this wasn't my fantasy well not like this exactly.

"Wait!" I sat up and pushed her up by her shoulders.

"What's wrong?" She kept her fingers inside me but stopped moving. 

"Not like this." 

"Um, you have a request?" She looked puzzled and raised her eyebrow at me.

"Yes, please?" Giving her my sweetest smile.

"Okay I'm game, anything you want baby."

"Okay you under my desk and me on my chair."

"So now I'm your slave?"

"Yes, bitch on your knees." This is gonna be fun, I saw her blush, bite her lip and try to decide. It was the stubborn capricorns in us that had us here. But she knew I wasn't really asking her to submit to me. 

She pulled her hand out of me and picked me up by my ass, God she's strong and walked me over to the chair. 

"I'll eat your pussy while you sit in your chair but I'll do it because I'm so fucking in love with you and I love to please and eat your pussy but don't think for a second that we're gonna play this game, because neither one can truly submit." I smiled and let her know that I wanted anything she gave me. 

"Fulfill my fantasy Santa, the way only you can." 

She kissed me on her way to her knees and slipped under the desk as she pulled my chair in, took off my panties and lapped at my pussy. Holy Jesus in a taxi cab, I was in desperate need of attention and my woman was gonna make sure I was satisfied. 

She started with her lips kissing my slit and slowly she worked her way up and down as I sat on the edge of my seat. One hand worked her way and softly stroked my stomach, as her other hand played with the straps on the garter belt, every so often pulling and releasing. 

She took her hand from my stomach and worked it into my pussy. With two fingers in my pussy and her lips on my clit she had me moaning like a bitch in heat. Damn she worked my body like no one else ever had. She knew all my weaknesses already and I swear she found new ones every time we were together. Releasing my clit every time I was so close, biting my thigh when she knew it turned me on and pulling out before I could get to far into a state of bliss. 

"You're being such a tease."

"No just showing you that next time you shouldn't jump to conclusions because your body starts to miss me baby." She pinched my nipple to prove her point it didn't hurt it made me arch my back even higher. 

"I'm sorry."

She thrust her fingers into my pussy and this time she did not let up when she sensed I was close, taking my clit into her mouth actually making me scream and climax. I felt every muscle in me tense around her fingers and she kept them working inside me pushing me further. Grabbing my thigh and settling me on the chair working her mouth on my clit sucking and nibbling. I looked down and she was showing me her wicked grin she knew I would ask her to let me rest. In this position it was a lost cause she had me right where she wanted me...begging for more.

"Damn you...yes....please...."

"Please what?"

"Make love to me." She started working her fingers inside again.

"Come home to me after dinner so I can show you how much you've missed me."

"Is that right and has Santa not missed her Kitty?"

"Kitty I'm on my knees, in your office, after hunting you down for leaving me to my own demise for two weeks, eating your pussy under your desk fulfilling your fantasy and you would dare ask if I missed you." She took my clit right into her mouth as soon as she was done speaking. 

"Uhhh......sometimes.....fuck....a girl just.....damn your good....needs to hear it." Now I was working my hips to the thrust of her fingers, gripping the armrest and pulling her head into me, I was in a zone of pleasure, bliss and ecstasy. I was sitting in my office, with the honorable Agent Solo under my desk eating me out and making love to me, how much better could life get.  

"Make me cum Agent Solo."

"Yes Detective," I felt the smile on her lips right on my pussy. 

A girl could get used to this kind of treatment. 

No sooner had she responded when she had worked her magic once again making me climax on her delicious face. Everything inside me was being controlled because of the fingers inside me and the lips relaxing me down to a place of peace. Kissing me one last time, she took off my panties cleaned any excess liquid of me and came out. I was just laying back enjoying the happiness that had been waiting to be set free by this woman, my Santa. It was ridiculous to think I could live with out her, or that by pulling away she would stop wanting me or I would stop wanting her. I have to be insane to have believed that my body wouldn't miss her. 

I was still sitting with my skirt around my waist and now I was getting cold. I stood and opened my eyes and watched as she sat at the edge of my desk just looking at me. She held my hands at my waist. 

"I prefer you like this." So I stepped to her, wrapping my arms around her neck, she worked her hands to squeeze those assets that were wrapped with my garter belt. 

"And what is it that you are going to do with me like this?" 

"Let my hands enjoy the feel of your delicious skin. I've really missed you beautiful."

"I have a better idea.." 

I fell to my knees kissed her pussy through her slacks, while looking at her. She was wearing a white long sleeve blouse that left nothing to the imagination, breast that made me want to suck, lick and bite to my hearts content. The abs that possessed the strength to wash clothes on, biceps that could pick me up and take me wherever she wanted. But those weren't the things I wanted or needed. I needed the heat radiating from that body pressed against my skin, allowing me to feel the love that was reciprocated for me. But not now, right now I wanted to make her feel the way I felt happy that I had my Santa back, and it was her kitty that was going to reap the benefits. 

"You know I love you right."

"Yea."

"Now it's your turn to lay back relax and enjoy as I make love to you."

"You know I can wait till later."

"I'm glad you can because I can't." I undid the buttons on her slacks as she pushed her self up allowing me to slide them of her hips. Nothing else was said nothing needed to be said. I noticed I wasn't the only one who was dressed up lacey underwear meant she knew someone would be seeing it. You see in our profession no one dresses up if they know they're gonna be in the field. Meaning: she's not off because her gun, badge and cuffs are here, well on the floor with her pants, however the lace tells me she had planned to come see me. I guess word does spread quickly. 

"Why is my girl all dressed up?"

"I knew I was going to come see my beautiful princess." 

I then undid the buttons on her shirt beautiful, those gorgeous breast were incased in a see thru bra. I couldn't help but play with them as I worked my lips to the promised land. Kissing her through the fabric, licking and tasting that she had become oh so wet with what she had done to me. It feels good to know that you can turn on your lover without even touching them, that their arousal is due in part to what they have done to you. 

I let go of her breast to take her boy-shorts off, nothing was going to stand between me and that delicious extract that was pouring out of her. I was aware of two things at this moment: we were still in my office and now I was on my knees. None of that bothered me however, not even being on my knees surprisingly. You see I love women but I'm not gonna lie I do have a dominant streak in me its the alpha female thing, but see Santana is the first person who has ever called me out on it and it makes me want her that much more. 

I could smell her arousal and it only fueled the fire burning inside me to touch her, to taste her and feel her. I licked up one lip and down the other and I felt her slip of the table, I held her up with my hands on her thighs and she scooted back, resting her legs on my shoulders. If a simple lick to her lips caused that I am so ready to make this pussy squirm for me, so I dove in. 

Licking her lips and kissing her clit, never applying enough pressure to allow for anything close to release, she needed to know that she had to work hard to be with someone as stubborn as me. I was worth the fight. It's like she said, her body starts to miss me too. 

I felt her hips start to move with my tongue and I could hear her moaning, I knew she was close. Her body was growing stiff, she was waiting for sweet release. I licked my way up to her clit, sucking it in and she grabbed my head pulling me into her, but there was no where else to go my love. I flicked it up and down side to side feeling it get harder within my lips. Moments of silence, where all that was heard was the sucking of her clit, interrupted by her taking smaller and smaller breaths. 

I loved a woman who could scream, but she was quiet and it only intoxicated me more filling me with power that I controlled her body in this very instance. Only I had the power to give her what she needed. I was holding the key to her pleasure and all her reserve and composure were in my hands. Feeling that she was at the peak I pinched her nipple and sucked harder and that's when it started the squirming and the breathing and begging for me to stop, trying to pull away.

The huge smile on her face made me want to push her to new heights but later we would have a bed and maybe even some edible objects I could pour all over her, I was satisfied for now. Satisfied knowing that she was happy and believed me when I told her I wanted to show her my love for her. When I saw the clock above her I realized we had been at it for a lil over an hour and a half and was hoping to hell Mac had decided to leave and wasn't sitting out there. 

That afternoon she kept my panties and I have no idea what she did with them. I was late for my dinner so had to do without for the rest of the night. I made sure to clean myself first as making love to her made so wet. We made love in my hotel room for hours straight that night and in the morning I asked her to stay with me at the house until she found a place and she loved the idea, even though she said it would take no longer than a month. I don't know what it was about this woman but I was in love and everyone who knew me, knew it. 

I felt a need and pull towards her like I had never felt before. A want to please her, to feel her, to have her with me, those last two weeks were torture not to mention that she wasn't with me during the holidays. It's scary to think that it had only been a few months and yet I was so attached to her being near me as often as possible. That month living together only cemented that idea even further into my mind. She did stay with me for no more than a month and found an apartment 15 minutes away in Los Feliz. We spent most nights together either at her apartment or at my house. 

Most people asked why we hadn't just decided to live together and honestly it didn't make sense to us or for us. We were two extremely independent people who were devotedly in love with other, but that was the problem neither one of us could deal with that truth. I was scared that I was so madly in love with someone when it barely had been a few months of even knowing each other. Then there was the ex-wife who was trying to kill us part, that should've been a good reason to stay close to each other for protection, right? Wrong, we figured separately she'd have to pick one of us to keep track of therefore to keep track of both of us it made it harder for her. 

We thought that by moving in together permanently it would rush things and we were scared of losing a great relationship. I could tell that she loved me and that she really wanted to be with me but she had a bad experience under her belt. I wanted her to be comfortable with the idea of being happy with someone again. She loved me there was no doubt of that in my mind and the month together was completely perfect. 

Arguments were few and far between but it helped our relationship grow, we were't always going to get along and agree on everything. I had fallen for her and I had to learn to accept that it was possible for happiness and love to be this simple and easy. I know we had to go through a lot but that was a part of our jobs. It was possible for someone to just come into your life and for you to fall completely in love with them because they were perfect in your eyes. Being with her was like being with myself it was comfortable we didn't pretend or hide who we were, she accepted my flaws as I accepted hers. 

During our work hours we rarely saw each other, only having worked together once in the span of a year for a month, that mission was a success. She had been offered a position elsewhere and much to my surprise, turned it down and every other after that. I had found out about them from a friend in the bureau and when I asked her it was simple, you aren't in those places this is where you are and this is where I want to be. This woman was my happiness. It took us a year to realize the simple truth we were meant to be together. 

This year was not exactly easy but in all honesty is was the best I had ever had. Jane hadn't reappeared, we were safe, well as safe as our jobs allowed. I was working on my relationship with my biological father I had told Santana about him I just hand't mentioned her people wanted him in a cell. I had even found Jordan a girlfriend well I just allowed for them to meet they did the rest. She was Agent Celeste Young, a friend of my girlfriend's.

I guess I missed the part where she asked me right, well it was simple and beautiful, the day after our love session in the office; those also happened a few times after that as well. She took me to a restaurant called Il Cielo in Beverly Hills. Very romantic and quiet and perfect. We had dinner and while we ate dessert she asked if I would do her the honor of being her girlfriend, her one and only Kitty and gave me a Tiffany & Co. necklace with the infinity symbol. She is my heart and soul at this point and I have no clue how to be without her anymore. 

I need nothing else in this world with my Santa next to me I am happy and content with my life. Content isn't right I am satisfied but that sounds like I'm settling and with her it isn't settling. I am a love sick fool and when she came into my life I lost my balance. The only way I know how to function is with her by my side. Its like she's a jail and I'm her prisoner, she is the warden and I am hers to do with as she wishes. I am hers and she is mine. 

I never thought of finding that person that makes you feel like you're finally where you are supposed to be, but with her it was where I belonged all along. All I could hope was for Jane to stay away forever, from my lips to God's ears. 





Thank you for all the support, feedback and comments. They are always appreciated and I enjoy hearing what you guys think. Thank you all for waiting for the third chapter in a four chapter series. The next part will be up sooner than later, I promise. --MonAmante



A Kitty for Santa Ch. 04



Santana

"Kitty what are you doing?"

"Nothing love go back to reading."

"Why are my pants coming off?"

"You always dare me to eat you out while you're reading because you think you can concentrate and since I'm bored I'm taking you up on your offer."

"Tiff we just showered and you had a lot of fun."

"I did but you didn't have the right kind of fun." We had had loads of fun with her thinking it was a good idea to join me in the shower and tease me endlessly. Once she knew I was well oiled she decided she was done. I should have known she had something up her sleeve. 

I was reading up on a case and I had noticed that she was restless for a while. We were taking a few weeks off in the coming days and therefore she hadn't been taking on any new cases. This left her with plenty of free time to need to fill. 

"Just lay back and relax." I couldn't help but feel like this was the last paragraph I was going to read tonight. My girl had other ideas though, as soon as I closed the file she stopped and pouted.

"What's wrong?" She opened the file back to where I had it. 

"I want you to keep reading."

"I won't remember anything." She kissed my lips and held the folder open. 

"For me?"

She knew I would do anything for her. I had done anything to be with my princess. Anything she wanted was hers. And even after everything she never took advantage of it. I loved Tiffany more than I thought I could love anyone. She has taught me the true meaning of love. 

I did as I was told. I opened up the folder and tried to resume where I had last left off as she got of the bed. That was Tiffany for you. She would get me to agree to what she wanted and once I had said yes she added some fun to her simple idea. I could promise you that she would be back with some sort of toy or gel or oil that was going to drive me insane. 

You would think that since I gave her the nickname Kitty I might have thought that her being kinky was a possibility. However, I didn't and now I had learned to just lay back and enjoy the ride. I trusted this woman implicitly. I would go with her to the end of the world if she wanted. 

Just as I was getting into my work I saw her come back in with a cheshire cat smile. Oh yea, I was in for a treat. 

Soft kisses were placed on my toes until it was time to suck each one making it feel as if they were directly connected to my pussy. Just as soon as I would show signs of not reading she just stopped until I was once again ready. I had to play along I was still super horny from our last round in the shower and if I wanted release I knew only she could provide it. 

She had been gone for 3 weeks once, for a case, and I was missing her so badly. I mean in the morning first thing was a phone call then we couldn't really talk until around dinner if we weren't busy and did I mention that she has a dirty mouth. It had gotten to the point where we were both super horny. I mentioned that maybe some phone sex or skype something would be a good idea. Her being the cocky one says you can't get off without me. 

I wasn't sure if it was a challenge or a command I mean have you met us we're never sure of anything in bed. We're not sure if its literal or pretend. So here I am on the phone with her and she starts telling me about how she wishes she could put her hand down my pants and play with my pussy, her favorite pass time. She is getting me worked up with this sensual horny voice and I can't help but touch myself and she hears me moan and stops all together. 

'You can't cum.'

Im breathless and really need this and she states it again, this is when I realize she's not kidding. 

'You can't cum. I'm not there to eat that pussy and feel you cum on me. That's a waste of pussy juice and it isn't fair.' Then it isn't so much of a command as it is a whimper. 

'You can't have an orgasm without me Santa.'

'Baby I'm almost there. Just a little bit more.'

I am at the edge ready to fall over my muscles are getting tight and I just need the right touch. 

'Santana Solo don't you dare cum without me.'

It was gone my body had an owner and it had betrayed me, she said no and my body said, NO! Yeah, I loved her a lot so yes she could play my body all night until she was ready to hear me beg for mercy or watch me writhe in ecstasy until she was ready. 

At this point all she had done was play with my toes but it was the way she kissed and tongued my body. Working her way up my legs with long languishing kisses. I could feel the graze of her teeth, the wetness of her tongue, the skill of that mouth teasing me endlessly. All I could see was {The suspect was seen in the area several......---------*******&&&&&&&&} a lot of unintelligible mumble jumble. 

My eyes were rolling back as I felt her hands caress my thighs, her hair falling on my body tickling a path that was indiscernible. All I wanted was to have my pussy eaten was it too much to ask for. It was to Kitty. See this was all a part of the act of love. She showed me that every time we were together she loved my body. The way she would stroke my calves and sometimes describe the way she was hypnotized by my walk from and to the bathroom. 

Then it would take me to a night long ago when we were in Vegas and I saw all of her. She sprang out of my arms and like the teenage boy that I am not, my mind wasn't fast enough as I glorified her body with my eyes. From the tip of her toes to the muscles in her legs and finally the crease in her ass to the shutting of the door behind her. Who did I think I was to let a naked, gorgeous, beautiful woman out of my sight? I was an idiot but she respected me for it. Here I was letting her love me and tonight no one would be walking away any more. Her tongue would do all the talking and my clit would do all the listening. 

I could feel her face closer to my slit. The warmth of her cheek and coolness of her breath. I was distracted so I hadn't seen it coming when she did it. A coolness enveloped my pussy that I had never expected. It was like my whole pussy was going numb because it was so cold. Yet at the same time there were these sensations calling to me in the distance. I mean she had swiped once and my clit was standing proudly looking for its master. Instead of hiding from such sweet agony it was looking for some praise and her tongue was ready to give it a lashing. 

A mint a simple mint to freshen your breath was the torture she decided she wanted to play with. It only took a few licks but my body was feeling sensations it didn't even know existed. Did we run or did we just writhe underneath our master and own up to such pleasure? I was moaning her name and groaning her praises. My clit was no sooner between those pretty lips as she sucked me like a ring pop and licked me like a spoonful of whip cream. 

Whose good graces was I in and how did I stay there? I must've done something right because this woman knew how to eat pussy. 

The crazy part about working so much is that any sex is good sex we didn't have time to get bored, anywhere we could do it was a double yes for both of us. So on nights like this when baby girl had time I was no one to stand in the way of such a delicate beauty, I would have my chance soon enough. 

No sooner had I felt it coming than she had pushed for more. My pussy was tingling and feeling a coolness. Her tongue was working on starting another fire again and as much as I wanted to push her away her sweet tongue was too magical to resist. This time it wasn't my clit she wanted I knew she was going for my pussy juice. A thirsty woman cannot be denied. Slow swipes that never touched my clit and barely penetrated my pussy. I wanted to catch up but my mind was on her team. My hands had disposed of the folder and while one played my nipple the other was in her hair pulling her deeper. 

I could feel the vibrations from the moaning stirring from deep within. I could see that she was getting horny from the pleasure she was giving. The best was truly the lust and love mixed within those green eyes. The way her pupils would dilate was truly a chance to feel weak. It was a rarity that I could have someone in my life that made me feel small. But my Tiffany had that effect, she could make me feel weak in the knees because of the love you could see in her eyes. The lust you could feel just oozing from her body. If she wanted me, there was nothing short of a tornado that would keep her from her meal. 

My lips were tingling, her tongue was flicking and my clit was growing. I could feel it building a need to be liberated from the confines of a hard days work. Her tongue was working its way around my clit not to soon her fingers were presented into the mix. My pussy was full, my clit was hard and enveloped between such sweet lips. My body was trembling, my muscles were tightening, my pussy was being greedy with those magical fingers and her sweet lips would reap the benefit. 

This whole time it was my clit that was benefiting from such wonderful pleasure, but my pussy was full and her fingers were fucking me to a strong all encompassing orgasm. 

"Fuck." My head went back and her lips gave one last suck and lick. 

My muscles were twitching, my breathing was labored and she looked liked she had just taken a stroll around the park and was ready for more. 

"Damn baby you missed me today?"

"Santana I always miss you. Sometimes I just can't get you're sexy body out of my mind. Other times all I can think of is your pussy and making it cum for me. Look at you half dressed still after having an orgasm can't even wait to get your clothes off to cum."

My smile was nothing compared to her angel face as if she had nothing to do with it. 

"I needed that. But you my dear need much more." She was sitting leaning back on the headboard, I was sure she felt her pussy twitching with need. 

"I'm just fine love." Her face was slightly flushed and her breathing was labored, oh yea she was fine. 

With all the jelly in my feet and that content smile on my face I stood up and finished undressing. I walked over to her as I threw off my shirt. Standing in front of her I touched my pussy and instantly had moisture on my finger tips. Sliding my fingers in slightly I pulled them out and brought them to her lips, keeping them away from her lips but close enough for her to see my wetness and smell my pussy. 

I leaned over keeping my fingers in place and whispered into her ear, using my most seductive voice that she just couldn't resist.

"Tell me one more time that your just fine."

"I'm ..." I placed fingers at her lips it was her decision either turn away and prove me wrong or give in to me. 

"I'm ... I'm fucked." She took both fingers into her mouth with a moan and I just couldn't resist sitting on her lap and straddling her thighs. Her mouth was sucking those fingers for all she was worth. 

Taking my fingers back, I replaced them with my mouth. Leaning back just enough I removed her shirt as I feasted my eyes on the prize. No matter how many times I saw them they were always new to me. Holding them in the palm of my hands I could see her smiling. 

"You have your own."

"But yours are so much more fun to play with."

"And why is that?" Her hands were on my ass, as if I was going anywhere. 

I pulled her nipple.

"Uhh." Her head went back as she bit her lip. 

"That's why." I played with one between my fingers and the other in my mouth as she threw her head back. Her lips slightly parted, her eyes starting to glaze over and the color changing with the seconds. I kept her eyes to mine as I played with her nipples, her hands kneading my cheeks I was delirious with pleasure but that's what Kitty did to me. She worked me into a frenzy by just loving me and granting me access to her beautiful sexy body. 

Lowering my hand I went into her shorts, thankful that there was nothing there to impede my hand from doing what it did best. 

This time I was counting on her holding me up.

"Don't let go of me."

"Never." Her hands tightened but this time around my lower back. My hands stayed at her nipple but my mouth went to her neck. Oh the sweet sounds a woman makes when a certain sweet spot is touched. 

One hand in her pussy, two fingers playing with her slit, while my thumb teased her clit out of its protection. Her legs parted allowing me more room to play. Her nipple growing between my finger tips and her neck helplessly exposed to my lips and teeth. Her weakness was being bitten but with work I had to be careful; sometimes the little demon within wanted to mark my territory, her shoulder would do. 

"Santana baby be gentle."

"Where?" I slowed down my finger from her clit and bit harder.

"Shit no not there." I sped up my thumb and released her nipple pulling my hand and bringing it to her hair, pulling her neck from where she was trying to keep me from. 

"Fuck me. No go back." 

"I like it here now." Massaging her head tenderly I pulled back my teeth and worked my lower hand further into her pussy and faster on her clit. 

"Fine." Apparently she wasn't one to sit still. Baby took a page out of my book and bit my neck full on. 

Oh God loosing oxygen to my brain, she's messing with a sweet spot. My fingers were still moving but I wasn't ready for her to play with me like a chew toy. I was still horny from the last orgasm and all this teasing well it was definitely having an effect on both of us. 

She brought one hand around and fuck me she was in. I was wide open, legs ready for her to just slip in with no resistance. 

Lifting her lips to my ear she whispered as she licked. 

"Who missed who baby?"

"I have missed you so much baby girl." No more games, no more teasing I loved her and she knew me all to well. 

"I've missed you too baby. I need you so bad Santana, will you make me cum?" There was nothing but love in that plea. 

I tried to clear the sex induced haze and worked my hands to play her body like a well oiled machine. Three fingers were now in her pussy, a finger on her clit, my lips on her neck and a hand holding her close while working my hips onto her hand. Her breathless pleas next to my ear, her hand holding me close and another making love to me. She loves me. 

"I Love You." The intake of a breath, holding your body tight, while your body quakes. Sweet juices trickle, fingers move, hearts skip a beat. Love is made, love is cherished, love is binding. A simultaneous orgasm is reached by two spirits once forgotten by the world brought back to life because of a love so great, the universe just couldn't resist. 

"I love you too."

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Tiffany

It seems like for the past year I have been waiting for the right moment to ask Santana to move in with me but I'm not exactly sure on what I'm waiting for. Timing is about waiting for something and I don't want to keep waiting. The truth is there is never the right or perfect time to do anything.

I'm contemplating wether or not I should ask the Captain to pull off the bodyguard detail, I mean at least less you know. I want to just have my house to myself, drive myself around and go wherever I please. Not to mention some privacy with Santana, it's not that we don't get it, but its weird that they know what we may or may not be doing. It's been almost a year since Santana and I became official, and our lives haven't slowed down one bit.

Work is always calling, just like this morning. Apparently everyone else is busy with something so I had to go on a call. I didn't want to leave her bedside but it wasn't a choice. Last night was beautiful, it was special it was new. Just like everything we do together it was amazing. 

I'm on my way to a crime scene, Mac's waiting at the station for me to pick him up. He's become like a big brother, but in a little brother sort of way. He's annoying like a younger sibling but overprotective like an older brother. I'm Lieutenant Prescott now by the way, it's just a title and a pay raise. I have more Detectives under me now. After they saw how efficiently Mac and I worked together they extended my department.

I got a bigger lab, well a whole basement now. That's where my office and lab were; now there are 5 more offices and a lab twice the size. I have 6 lab assistants, instead of 2 and 3 Detectives who specialize in the evidence gathering process. I no longer have to go out on all the cases. I do however get to work with the FBI when they need my specialized services or my opinion, but I handle those cases myself. We were able to get large funding for our offices from many anonymous donations, by anonymous I mean no one told me where that money came from. Also the FBI because one of their Agents was really causing problems for us, *wink wink*. 

Everyone is aware that Santana and I are dating, it's no secret. She was finally able to get the divorce from that crazy bitch. She's on her way to getting a promotion as well, after the Jane case and a few others since then. 

"Hey Mac."

"Well, well, well if it isn't the Lieutenant Boss Lady."

"Mac, Tiffany is fine. Get In."

"I don't know, I haven't found the title I like. So did they brief you on where were headed?"

"No what's up?"

"Hold on let me pull up the email. I sent myself some information from the phone call that way we have an idea of what we're getting ourselves into. We have a house full of bodies, its seems like it is parents and the children are missing. Officers have secured the house."

"I hate........"

BOOM! 

The crushing of metal, was all I heard. When I looked a few cars back it was my bodyguards truck being crushed by a trailer. By the time I realized it there was another truck coming to my right on the next block and T-boned my SUV, sending us spinning out of control and right into a post. My door was clear to get out but my seatbelt was jammed. I instantly grabbed the gun from my holster, grabbed the knife in my center console and cut through my seat belt and Mac's . 

"MAC, MAC are you ok? FUCK, come on MAC stay with me." He had blood dripping from his head. I could tell his foot was jammed by the door, the whole side of the car looked to be crushing into him. I just knew this had to be the workings of Jane. Bitch has some fucking timing. 

That's when all hell broke loose. I grabbed the gun from my glove compartment and called for back up. I knew we weren't too far from the station but Jane only needed seconds to get to us, to me, back up would take a few minutes at least. I looked around in the mirrors and saw my bodyguards shooting at the two guys from the truck. As I was getting out, more shots were fired at our car, I was safer inside the bulletproof SUV. 

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! 

All the windows were shattered but not broken and I was pulling Mac under me for cover, I couldn't even see where the shots were being fired from. This was well staged because they knew how much force they needed to take out my car. I could hear the sirens now. I had to get out because I was a sitting duck. 

As I stepped out of my vehicle I saw Jane coming for me with two guys shooting at the guards who were coming to protect me. This would be a blood bath. I got out of the car and fired several shots. I went around to get Mac, but she was too close.

Round after round rang out, shot after shot missing its target. 

I just needed to keep her away but even after she was hit she kept coming, dodging like the trained agent she was. 

Soon all there was, was silence and darkness. No more fighting no more bullets just silence, I love you Santa. 

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Santana

In a few weeks I would be taking some time off to be with my dear Kitty. I wanted us to move in together. It just doesn't make sense for me to go to my apartment when I know she doesn't want me to leave. I can see it in her eyes when I leave. I can see a lot in her eyes. 




A Kitty for Santa Ch. 04



The love she has for me radiates from her like the sun hiding behind clouds, even in all their gloom you know it is shining giving us light. No matter what we have been through together I can see life and love radiating from her. I strive to make everything just right for us. I strive to be the perfect girlfriend. 

I didn't want her to leave me today, more than usual. I don't know what it is but my attachment to her has grown exponentially. She's my everything now, everything else means nothing if she isn't near. 

"Celeste I thought it was your day off?" She doesn't look like herself. I wonder if something's wrong.

"Agent Solo we need to go, you're security detail is waiting outside." Security detail means danger. 

"Wait let me call Tiffany and let her now to be safe. Has Jane been spotted?" I was grabbing my coat and cell phone off my desk. I knew I had a bad feeling.
 "Don't make any calls, I'll brief you in the car, let's go." She grabbed my cell phone and pulled me to the door of my office. 

"No! Celeste what's going on? Where's Tiffany?" I pulled my hand away and stood back waiting for an answer. Not now Jane, don't fucking do this now. We were good, better than good, I wanted Tiffany and I to move in together. I wanted the happiness I had been searching for and that was with Tiffany; I had seen that over the last year. 

She pulled me into my office and said the words no one wants to hear about their loved one. 

"Butler has kidnapped her." I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe I couldn't do anything but look at her and feel the rage inside of me boiling. I would kill her this time, I would take her out and make sure she knew I had done it. Not the way she tried to take me out, I would hold the gun that killed her. 

She pulled me to the door and walked me to a black Tahoe, my car was probably of no use if she got to Tiff she could get to me just as easily. 

I got in the car and didn't say anything for the first few minutes. I was trying to figure out how and where, remembering the phone call she got this morning when we were still in bed. I remember being more worried today than her usual calls. I didn't understand why, but I remember not wanting her to go to work. But, we had, we have a few weeks off soon and I didn't want her to get in trouble. She said she had to go and she would call me soon. 

"She got a call for a case this morning, she had to go pick up Mac at the station for supplies. Where is he?"

"Hospital, critical condition."

"What happened Celeste be honest with me?" We were all friends, I had to understand this was hard for her too. 
 "From what we've been able to see from street cams and witnesses, an SUV was taken out with a trailer head. I'm guessing her guards but no one but you and me know they even exist. A block away her SUV was hit by another vehicle, forcing her, them to spin out. Body guards are missing and Mac was the only one still on the scene. Actually the two guys from the trailer head were shot, dead on scene and another from the truck Jane was in was also killed. At most it's her and another person."

"Can you see from the video if she was hurt?" 

She didn't say anything she didn't look at me. Celeste had become more than a colleague over the last 2 years. She had helped me out when I first got here and helped me find my way. Then when she had been assigned as my partner we had become closer. Not to mention when she started seeing Jordan, Tiff's best friend, she hung out with us at Tiff's house. She's almost become like a best friend to me, my closest friend out here aside from my Tiffany. She knows how much she means to me and she knows how much she means to Jordan, she's also a really good friend to Tiffany. 

"Look Solo, you know we'll find her no matter what." That wasn't what I wanted to know.

"How bad is it?"

"It looks like she shot her and Tiffany passes out. It could be a tranquilizer for all we know." Jane wouldn't kill her, she would make sure to hurt her as much as possible because she blames Tiffany for everything. 

"Shot her where?"

"The chest." She wouldn't have taken her if all she wanted was to kill her. She would have killed her then and there. 

When she learned she was our prime suspect she went crazy about how Tiffany hated her and it was a personal vendetta, because we were married. She said she would make sure she paid for her wrong doings and suffered the way she had to suffer without me. Before I could do anything she was gone and it was my fault.

I know in her mind she believes that she's innocent, that's what scares me. Jane has lost all sanity, all sense of reality and she's going to hurt the one person I love to make sure it hurts me too. 

"Where are you taking me?"

"Safe house."

"No, take me to Tiffany's and call Jordan, don't tell her what's going on but tell her to meet us there, I'll call her sisters."

"What's your plan? Santana we have rules to follow. Everyone is looking for Jane's car and any activity leading to her."

"You really think they'll find her. It's been a fucking year. Jane has eluded them for a year and now she has...she has Tiff, Celeste. I can't sit and do nothing. With or without you I will do what is necessary to find her."

"Fine but if I get fired I'm moving in with you." I had to smile it was her attempt at easing the tension. But she was right we were working with a thin line of what we could and couldn't do. 

"You have a plan."

"Kinda. Whoever her father is he'll know how to find Jane and Tiffany. I don't know who he is but we need to get his help. I guess I had to meet him sometime." 

Within 30 minutes we were at her house with Jordan arriving soon after, and her sisters within the hour. There were 2 body guards there already on alert with the other two somewhere getting fixed up after being shot. The police was also looking for these men involved in the shoot out. This would have to stay out of police radar. Jane knew all too well how that worked and could have anyone helping her. This would have to be handled by family. Her father had already heard of what was going on and was on his way and would be arriving within the next few hours. 

"Solo, why'd you pick her house?"

"Jane couldn't have ever gotten in, making this the safest place for us. If she has tiffany she won't be coming for me, not yet at least. It's safe, she has a loft in her name so they'll search there for any clues. This property is off the radar. FBI currently thinks it's a family members house since you brought me here, but it's registered under an alias to them. Jordan, I need to know who her father really is." 

Everyone, all three sisters, 2 of their husbands and Jordan looked at one another everyone except Celeste and I apparently knew who he was. The husbands went to the kitchen, they knew when to let their wives handle it. 

"I think you should just wait and see, Jordan shouldn't have to tell you."

"Tori, for the past year I was fine not knowing who he was and waiting for her to be ready to tell me. But I am an Agent with the FBI, about to trust some unknown man to help me get her back, I need to know who he is. If we have any hope of finding her soon and alive I need to know. I'll meet him soon enough but I don't want to keep being two steps behind. " 

I was trying to contain my anger but I knew she wasn't the reason I was so angry. I was mad at Jane for taking my Kitty, my one and only Kitty. I was mad that Tiffany couldn't trust me with who this man was. It was after all my fault that she had run to him. I was the only one to blame for all this. 

"Captain America!" That was Tanya, the second oldest, the only sister not married, who I rarely talk to. She's usually too busy to go over to her parents house when they get together. She's actually a Doctor and took some time off when Tori called to tell her what was going on. Also not a fan of mine. 

"WHAT?"

"Tanya, what the hell does 'don't tell anyone' mean to you." Tori obviously felt I shouldn't be told. Tori was actually really nice to me on most days, all days after we had a heart to heart about how I felt about Tiffany. 

"She needs to know, Tori. She deserves to know. If Tiff felt the need to hide it from her at some point fine, but she needs to know now, it's for the best. She may be able to help him."

"It was her story to tell. How much help can she be? Is it not her fault Tiffany is in this mess in the first place?"

"Tori you should know better than anyone else that Tiffany, our stubborn ass baby sister is in this mess because she wants to be. When she had a chance to walk away she came back into her arms where she found happiness. I am not Santana's biggest fan because she hurt my baby sister but I am also not so blind that I can't see that she is the happiness Tiffany never had." Apparently Tanya was on my side for the day.

"Tricia?" Tori was running out of sisters.

"No it wasn't for her to spill, but Tiff made the decision to get involved with another cop and she made the decision to have a relationship with her criminal father. Look Agent Solo, I told her to tell you a long time ago, but she didn't want to put you in a compromising position. He's a good guy, he's been looking out for her since she was in Mexico running away from you and your crazy ex-wife." 

Nope, no sugar-coat for me. 

"He's paid for this house and the upgrades, the body guards and the car. Everything else she pays for. Our parents also don't know his true identity for the sake of their health so don't tell them. They also have no idea that all of us are here right now and until they ask about her we will not tell them. This kid puts enough weight on their shoulders with her crazy job, they don't need to worry." She's the oldest and most reasonable in the bunch. 

"Does he know who I am?"

"Yes, he doesn't like you but he accepts that you make her happy." Oh Tanya too honest for her own good. 

"Ok, I'll be in her room, please let me know when he gets here." I left them there I wasn't family and obviously they had some of their own arguments to figure out. I needed some time to just put everything into perspective. I had told one of the guards to let her father know that I needed to speak to him. 

"What's your plan Solo?"

"Celeste! You scared me. She's in this mess because of me, had I not fallen for her she might've been safe." I was sitting on her bed holding her pillow, it smelled just like her sweet and intoxicating, a smell I'll never forget. 

"From what I hear she had her eye on you before she even knew who you were. Something about a halloween party. But actually I meant about the cartel Druglord father. You know, WE, the FBI are looking for who is coming to this home and is the father of your girlfriend." She was standing at the door way. 

"It's true. I don't know about her dad. She tried to tell me you now but she never knew how. We would talk about him but she said it was better if I didn't know. What am I supposed to do? My ex wife is a serial killer kidnaper and her birth father is a Mexican Druglord felon and God knows what else. Yet if it weren't for his men she wouldn't have been safe for so long, she wouldn't have this house to be safe in, we wouldn't be close to saving her. Worst of all I wouldn't have met the woman that fucking completes me. We're cops Celeste, all of us you, me, her and yet I can't arrest him and neither can you, and she sure as hell won't. I mean we don't even have a reason to either. He isn't our problem Jane IS." 

"Look you and Tiffany are practically family. Whatever you want me to do with him or about him I'm game. What he does is not our concern, neither of our cases involve him and no one will know, right?" She was smiling, I knew she was game for anything I agreed to. 

"If he won't judge her for what she does, she doesn't judge him then I can't judge him. I guess I can just let it be and talk with her later. Later when she's in my arms, when I have her back."

"Get some rest I'll see you in a bit."

"Thanks"

My plan was simple. Kill Jane and save Tiffany. The men that work for her father are trained military, all of whom have been in the U.S. military to be exact. He pays them well to care for her and their ties to him are more than just money. These men are loyal to a fault and now I know why. You see no one gets into his circle unless your father has worked for him or you have some sort of tie to him. Loyalty is everything from what I've learned from our past dealings with his people. 

If one of his is captured they never crack and no one gets in or out. Tiffany must be his only weakness, probably the reason they gave her up. 

****************************

Tiffany

She watches too many movies. I don't know what happened, last thing I remember is the accident, and Mac I hope he's ok, it'll be on me if anything happens. I'm in some sort of bathroom. There's a leaky faucet, and I'm cold. I'm guessing she wet me at some point because my clothes are drenched. I can't see because I'm blindfolded. I swear if I get out alive I will make sure she is dead before I leave. 

I feel like I've seen this in a movie before leaky faucet as torture. The coldness and water it'll definitely make me sick. I can't even go from an air conditioned room to heat and back because I get sick. I'm fine right now, but I know that once this bitch gets her madness started I won't be so care free. 

I'm strapped to a chair and I can feel cuffs on my ankles and wrist. The chair is wood if I can figure out my surroundings I may be able to break the chair against the wall. But I don't know where she is. I don't know what she hit me with, but I can smell ammonia in the air, God this Bitch is crazy. I can only imagine what she has planned for me. I'm getting sleepy again. I think I must be connected to something because I feel as if I've been in and out of consciousness. 

*

"I was sleeping here, have some manners." Yes Tiffany being annoying and stubborn is really going to get you out of this. I heard some sort of drilling sound and that's what woke me. I feel I should be scared, but she already has me, being scared isn't going to free me. 

"Don't get too comfortable I have plans for you." She didn't even disguise her voice. Don't they use some sort of voice box in the movies. I guess I'm screwed, if she's not even trying to hide herself, no plans of me getting out alive.

"Tell me Jane, how does a psycho like you get an amazing woman like Santana to fall for her." Why do I insist on pushing her buttons you ask, well for one it shows I'm not scared and two it throws her off her game by forcing her to play my game. 

"Why don't you tell me about her?"

"She's amazing not to mention great in bed." Big mistake.

bzzzzzzzzzzz

"Ah, fuck." I felt a poking on my thigh. Like a small needle being dragged on my skin, it lasted for about 10 seconds but felt like an eternity. Calm down, just stay calm and this will all be over soon. 

"See a psycho like me, is very possessive and you took what was mine. That makes you a home wrecker. So we will take a page out of Hawthorne's Scarlet Letter and label you starting with the H. Then we will deal with you taking away my career. Next will be THIEF because you just keep taking everything that isn't yours."

"So creative, we figure out you can read and that you own a dictionary." 

SLAP! Fuck that hurt. 

"OH Janey am I getting to you. Well I was in the mood for a tattoo. While you're at it can you draw a butterfly." 

"YOU ENDED MY CAREER BITCH."

SLAP! Fuck me, she can bitch slap, I should really shut up.

"Career, yes I took it. Your career as a serial killer well I'd like to think I did this world a favor. If blaming me for all your short comings makes you feel better then blame on bitch, blame on."

I pushed too far apparently because she slapped me across the face even harder. 

"You think this is funny." I was laughing yes it was funny, because the more I rattled her cage, the less she would follow whatever plan she had. "By the time I'm done with you, you will wish you would have never crossed me Rosa Guadalupe Lopez, you fucking immigrant."

"You're so stupid I was born here dumb ass. Let me guess you found one of my many forms of identification. Did you find Irina Polsaki or Adriana Foster? You really are fucking stupid."

Slap and bbzzzzzzzzzzz.

This time she didn't stop, the more I moved the more she slapped. I decided to just take it and sit still, I wasn't going anywhere and neither was she. By the time she was done I had tears flowing into the blind fold. How anyone took that pain willingly, is beyond my grasp of reality. Santana has a full sleeve, if this bitch just did an H, I can't imagine how much a real tattoo would hurt. Well it is real, man this is gonna cost to get rid of, this bitch has cost me so much money I hope Santana got something from the divorce.

Not only did it hurt when she did it but now my thigh was sore. Her new torture, slap the spot she had just worked on. I didn't even know what she was using, it felt like a ruler and every time it was harder and harder. She wasn't even saying anything. This was simply just to torture me. 

Trying to find humor in all this helps me pass the time. If I take it seriously I know I'll panic. I do every time I wake up and can't see my surroundings and I can't move. I pray as often as I can. I pray for a Savior to free me from these shackles. I pray for an end, regardless of how it happens. If death is easiest then so be it. I can't continue like this, afraid of a monster I can't beat. 

There was no hope for her, all she could do now was live on the run. Unless she could prove that all the evidence was wrong and she had just not kidnapped a cop. I mean she probably won't even ask for ransom. If she knows my real name, she may have an idea of who my father is and even then contacting him means bringing hell upon herself. 

Eventually I dozed of, whatever she had me on was helpful in avoiding the pain and the realness of what was happening. 

*

I was in a room of sorts with a psychopath serial killer who was torturing me for fun. I was doomed and all I hoped was that she would leave Santana alone since she had me. I had thought everything was fine and she had disappeared to save herself. It was an irrational thought, I can see that now, but I had never been careless in all these months. She had worked hard over the last year to be able to find the perfect time and build a team since most of hers had died in every attempt. 

It hadn't been too long and I wasn't desperate, hungry yes but I knew there was hope I would be found. I know that I have people who love me who are looking for me out there. People who want to see me again. 

Last year Santa and I were separated during the holidays. I had hopes that this year would be different I was going to ask her to move in with me. No sense in living apart when we both wanted more time together. 

Santa my dear Santa, how I long to feel your skin and hear your voice. That voice that would wake me up in the morning, the voice that would wish me a good day at work, the voice that told me she wanted me, in bed, and was ready to make love to me. The voice that told me she loved me. If I had one wish it would be to here that voice one more time. She asked me to not take the call, she said it didn't feel right. She was right. 

******** Santana Solo

"Agent Solo." He was the guy from the picture and now I realized how I had missed something so blatantly obvious. Damn this man was her father and I had to ask him for help. 

"Mr. Victor Lopez."

"Ladies, I know she is your sister and friend but would you mind if I had a word with her...with Agent Solo."

Everyone walked to the kitchen. It was just he and I, no buffers.

"Your men know where she is and are waiting for your orders. I won't tell the police, but I do need to be there when you save her and kill Jane."




A Kitty for Santa Ch. 04



"It is a pleasure to meet you too."

"We don't have to like each other, we just have to stand each other. What you have done, to hold the power that you do is disgusting but it is not of my concern."

"You don't know me."

"No I don't know you but I know of you and let's be realistic none of it, except for what you do for Tiffany is good."

"You really think you are good enough for her?"

"No, I know I am good enough for her."

"What if I say no?"

"I make your life a living hell."

"I'm glad you're willing to stand for what you believe in. It means you will never hurt her."

"I love her and she is my whole world. She will need me when you find her as I need her now. I know she's still alive, I can feel her. I have to be there for her."

"Fine I do not like it but you are right, she will want to be with you. Who else are you taking?"

"Me." Who knew she was so close by?

"Celeste you don't have to go."

"I know but I'll be there anyway."

"Well then both of us."

"We leave in two days. We only know where she is. My men need to analyze the place and make sure we have the upper hand in her territory. We need to check the area make sure we know what she has. It's an abandon motel off a highway, with many rooms. We need to make sure which room she is in and how many men she has. I know it's hard to wait but she doesn't know we have her location so she's not expecting us anyway."

"That's a long time."

"I know but she has the potential to kill all of us if she wants to. We can't take the risk. A few months we almost had her and she managed to kill two of my men. We need Tiffany alive." 

Her family had to meet with officers for statements and questions. It was stupid if you ask me, we knew who had her they just had to find her. Her family would come back to see us off, they would stay here to wait for us when we got back with Tiffany, they were safer here. 

What I would do with the authorities? Well, that was another story I'd have to come up with. As long as I get Kitty back I would take any risk. Celeste and Jordan took the guest room and I took Tiff's room. Her father and his bodyguards left and they left 2 of Tiff's guards protecting us. Along with all the FBI agents that were already here because of me. 

************ Tiffany

She finally took off the blindfold, I wish she would have left it on. She's lost it, I can see death in her eyes, an emptiness, a lack of life. Eyes are the gateway to her soul and hers' was gone. There was no life left in her. This is what creeped me out about her when we first met. She had purposely taken the life of an innocent. She had taken their soul. 

She lacked a moral standard by which to live by. Jane was gone and all that was left was the vessel to be used for evil. I wouldn't be able to talk my way out of this. Any hope of her going back was gone. I'm so screwed. 

We are up to 'Home' on my leg, and no more sleeping I've been awake for who knows how long. I'm in a different room now. Before I was in a cold bathroom, now I'm in a motel room from what I can see. It must have been abandoned because everything looks old and rusted. I doubt anyone would hear me even if I screamed. 

She leaves me in this room and a bucket of ammonia next to me. I don't get to move at all, my ass is beyond hurt, it feels numb. My arms started to cramp from the position but she didn't care. I get released only to go to the bathroom. I was right she uses a ruler to hit where my new tattoo is. I stopped messing with her, it makes her even more impatient that I no longer speak. 

I can't control what comes out of my mouth, but I can keep my mouth shut. She on the other hand feels the need to pour her heart out to me. 

The things she says are so beyond fucking unreasonable. She acts as if she's talking to me but I can tell she's trying to make sense of it in her head. That would be impossible because nothing she says makes sense. She talks about her and Santana and then talks about how she was seeing other people but she only loved Santa and therefore she never did anything wrong. 

I'm starting to feel as if I'm fucked in the head. I try to think of my love for Santana and hope that it's enough to keep me sane. I miss my family and wonder what they think of all this. I have made their lives so hard because of my career choice and now this. I don't know how to deal. 

I'm just going insane talking to myself in my head, trying to ignore her. I sometimes try to talk to Santa but she sounds like me in my head. I think of the fun times we've had as well as our chance meeting, those memories bring a smile to my face. Jane hates it when I smile, that's when she gets abusive. I grow more and more scared as time passes. I can't lose hope, I just can't.

"You know I'm the one she married, you're the other woman, the one she had an affair with."

"I don't even know what she sees in you. You're a fake bubbly blonde with an oversized ass and curves every where."

"I mean I'm sure that big mouth of yours must be good for something."

"You know she deserved better than some Mexican fucking immigrant."

"Shut the fuck up." I was tired, I was weak and I gave into her taunting. 

SLAP!

Bitch knows how to be a pain in my ass and cheek and thigh. 

"What her precious little kitty doesn't like to hear the truth."

"You want the truth, I make her happy like you never did and never will. This kitty makes her happy and she makes my kitty feel good to."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Ha ha ha, I guess little miss psycho killer doesn't like to hear the truth. You're a fucking basket case." 

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Maybe I should just shut up.

"Damn I guess it's too bad you'll never see my wife again, but I'll be sure to say hi to her for you."

"When you see her tell her I love her, I respect her and I would never hurt her, like you're trashy, cheating, whore self." 

*

I think that last remark cost me a little more than a slap, I passed out. I don't even know what she hit me with. I'm losing it and I think I'm never going to get out and I figure why not go out fighting. Sometimes I can't feel my limbs and I wonder what's wrong with my body. I want to fight but I can't struggle. If I fall I run the potential of falling into Ammonia with no way to run. 

I miss my Santa, I miss everyone, Jordan and Celeste they're entertaining, my sisters, even Tanya. She's not fond of Santana, she doesn't understand why I forgave her, neither did most people until they saw how happy she makes me and how good she is. We've grown apart because of it and now I just want her to know I miss her. We all say things or do things we shouldn't when put in high stress situations or are faced to deal with something we're not ready for. 

You see when Santana's with me she's super attentive to me and always knows what I want or need. It's like having a genie, I never have to ask. I'm not saying she buys me everything I want but she spoils me. Every night she makes me coffee because she knows I love it. Every morning I wake up to coffee because she remembers to set it, I don't even remember. She even does it when she doesn't stay the night. 

She looks out for me and she takes care of me. What I miss most since I've been gone is going to bed with her. She always holds me when we fall asleep. Sometimes I hold her, but we're used to me sleeping in her arms. All I wanted was for her to move in with me, for us to be together. I wish I would've just asked.

*****

Santana

The plan was simple, leave our government issued firearms, vest and badges in case of anything. He gave us each a Glock 34 with a GTL 22 attachment, a Benelli M4 tactical shot gun, a bulletproof and stab proof woman's vest and a knife. How he got this stuff was of no fucking importance to me. I also packed a bag with extra clothes, water, snacks, blankets for Tiffany just in case, we don't know what to expect. 

Watching Celeste say good bye to Jordan was hard, because I knew she was going to make sure I was okay, if anything went wrong. I also knew that I better come back with her in one piece or Jordan would kill me. But I could see how nervous Jordan was, her best friend was in danger and her girlfriend was about to walk into the danger zone to help save her. 

It took us an hour and a half to get to the area. We were in 3 bulletproof Mercedes, just like Tiff's. In total there were 10 of us, 4 women including Celeste and I, Mr. Lopez and 5 of his men. We had thermal imaging to our advantage. 

From the days of observation they had concluded that she had Tiffany in a building facing away from the street. She was also occupying 3 rooms. The middle room, room 107 was the room Tiffany was in. Room 106 and 108 were the rooms her and her guy used to stay in. She had a small camera system set up that would be eliminated once we were in the area by a frequency jammer. 

Upon arrival we blew all the tires on both of the cars on the premises. Four people were covering the doors in front of their rooms and the one where Tiffany was being held. Celeste, another female named Diana, and I were entering through room 109 then into 108 where Jane had been spotted. The captain and his men were entering from 105 to 106 taking out the other guy. Diana was going in first to avoid any problems with Jane, she had no ties to her and would shoot on instinct unlike Celeste or I. Everyone has the same instructions, Jane can only be killed by Tiffany, The captain or myself, everyone else will just immobilize her. 

We waited in the room then the go was given over our ear pieces, once Jane and her guy were in their respective rooms. Breaking in the door, Diana shot Jane, one in the shoulder and one in the leg. She covered her while Celeste and I went in for Tiffany.  

I broke in and the look of fear and relief in her eyes was heart breaking. Her father and his men waited outside once we told him we had her.

"I got you Baby, you're safe now." She was cold, shivering and scared. I would kill Jane. 

"Santa! Please get me out, please hurry." Her tears were running down her face and she was shaking, I wanted to kill Jane with my bare hands. 

"I'm here, she won't hurt you any more, just relax for me just a little baby so I can undo the cuffs." Celeste went to Jane's room and grabbed all the keys she had on her so we could remove the cuffs.

I took a blanket from the bag we brought and wrapped her in it while I undid the cuffs.

She was soaking wet in only her shirt and torn jeans, the smell of ammonia was extremely strong. She had tattooed the word Home on her leg, I can only imagine that she was going with home-wrecker. She had bruises on her wrists and ankles and some cut marks were the cuffs were chaffing her skin. Her face was bruised and swollen. 

She couldn't stand because her body was cramped from the position she was sitting in so I changed her clothes and carried her out. 

"Rosita?" He was so sad to see his daughter so wounded.

"I'll be ok." She had her arms around my neck, and squeezed his hand when he caressed her cheek.

He walked with us to the car. 

"Tiff I need to take care of Jane can you wait for me in the car with Celeste?" When I tried to set her in the car she clung to me, I had never seen her so scared. 

"No, no please no, please don't. Let him or one of his men take care of her." She started crying again but I needed to be sure she never came back again. I needed this. 

"I need to do this, Tiffany."

"No love, I won't let you. If you kill her what makes you any different from her. We don't kill out of vengeance or revenge, we only do it to protect ourselves. Taking someone's life isn't easy. Taking the life of someone you once cared for won't be easy. I can't let you do that, you won't be able to live with yourself. We're not killers we have emotions and feelings that we can't just shut out. Please baby, please don't leave me I need you now."

She needed me, she needed me to be strong and do the right thing. She's right what makes me different from Jane if I take matters into my own hands and kill her, myself. Can I really look into her eyes, take her life and still live with myself. She was shaking and crying, pleading with me to stay to not leave her side. Even after everything Jane might have put her through she wanted nothing to do with her. 

"Sir, make sure she never comes back." Tears were falling down my cheeks, but I'm not sure why. Was it because I had Tiffany back and I was happy, was it her pain or was it because I almost killed a woman that was once my wife. Worse was it because I was so ready to do it. Sometimes you have to question your behavior, you never want to lose sight of who you are. You should never let yourself lose sight of the consequences to all of your actions. 

"Take care of my daughter. Mi hija, I'll see you soon. Cuidala."

Celeste was in the front seat and handed Tiffany her phone, after letting every one know that she was safe. 

"Hey Jordan, I'm ok...yes I'm sure...yes we are on our way...yes they are here with me...no I haven't eaten.... because I'm on the phone and just got in the car....yea they're safe too....yes honey I'm headed home...no my Dad won't be there...Jordan Celeste wants to tell you something." She was smiling. "I think you need to calm her down, she doesn't believe me."

"J calm down love, she's ok I have to drive safely I'll call you when it's safe and she feels well enough to talk to her sisters ok...Love You Bye. She's going to kill me for hanging up on her."

"Thanks for everything Celeste."

"You don't have to thank me but you're welcome."

"What about me?"

"I love you Santa, thank you too. I've missed you."

"I've missed you too princess."

She fell asleep in my arms on our way home. I held her on my lap, I held her close. I touched every part of her skin I could see. I had my girl back, she was safe and in my arms. She was with me and wanted me, after everything she had been through because of me, she still wanted me. 

In life you encounter people that make a difference and make you change your ways. Tiffany did that for me. I was living alone worried about only my career and not caring if I met anyone or made any friends or developed any lasting relationships. She asked me a while back why I had refused a promotion and moving to another city. It was simple, she wouldn't be moving with me and I would never ask her to leave her career. Yet here I was declining a promotion. In the moment I had just said no, but when she asked me, she wanted an explanation. 

All your life you search for that one thing, you may not know what it is, but you look for it. I spent years searching, traveling with the military, my career and I thought I would find things here and there, but nothing evoked emotions in me the way Tiffany did by simply walking into a room. Nothing made me feel as alive as I had felt since the day I met Catwoman, Kitty, Tiffany Prescott. I longed for the days I would see her again, for moments of sharing mere room space with her because it meant getting to enjoy her presence. She has this laugh that you instantly smile when you hear it. She has this way of making you feel like you're the only person who matters. I don't know when or how but I fell madly in love with a woman when I thought there was no hope for me. 

After Jane I had given up hope of ever being truly happy, then when I least expected it, I was having this amazing dinner with a woman who had made my life impossible without my cell phone. Then I was holding this gorgeous woman in my arms asking her to dance, practically begging, kissing her to will her to dance with me. I would have done anything just to watch her look at a crime scene, meticulously analyzing every bit of information, biting her bottom lip when she was in thought or licking it when she thought she had an answer. 

She sits here in my arms and I remember the day I swore I could care less if I ever found anyone to love again, I could have given a flying fuck if I died alone. I'm glad you didn't give up on me God, you sent me an angel to heal my broken heart, an angel that made me believe in true love.

All the bruises will heal but deep down inside she will never forget what these past few days have been like. I don't know what it was like and I may never know and the truth is I don't want to know. All I want is to be able to understand her. All I want is for my angels wings to heal. 

********** Tiffany Prescott

Waking up in Santana's arms seemed like a dream. The fact that I was waking up made it real, I hadn't slept in a long time, it was mostly passing out for the days I had been gone. I had truly given up hope of being found because she had eluded us for a year. Seeing Santana gave me so much hope and everything that I hadn't allowed myself to think about or feel found its way to the surface. 

"Where are we going?"

"Have some water, home. The plan is there's an SUV following us we will drop you off on the corner of the house and sneak back in. Then the SUV will blow out the tires of all the cops in the area, covering the property which is about 3 cars. Then you will walk to the house say they pushed you out the car and then we will come out and hug you and ask questions and then take you to the hospital Tanya is waiting with a room and a Dr. to do a thorough exam."

"Tell her I need her to do it I don't want anyone else to see me like this. Are you the one who came up with these master plans?" I tried to smile but everything hurt. 

"As much as I would like to take credit it was Jordan's idea. She watches a lot of CSI and Law and Order. We had to make a few changes to her master plan, her original was much more elaborate and involved her coming out of the house naked to distract the cops along with an explosion of a car in the distance and a welcome home party."

"Tanya said she'll be waiting and your parents are there." Celeste had been the most helpful. 

"Celeste why are Tiff's parents there?"

"Well when Tiffany didn't answer their calls apparently they knew your sisters were keeping something from them. So they called Lieutenant Edwards and she accidentally told them. We're all in trouble, well you guys because I am really far removed from this equation."

"You guys tried to keep it from them?" I was actually laughing. 

"No, your sisters did, I told them to tell them. I love it when you smile, I had missed your laugh princess."

"You know I missed your voice. Tell me you love me."

"I love you beautiful."

"I love you too, kiss me please."

Kissing Santana was like every cliché in the book, but unlike any because it was indescribable. Feeling her lips, so tender but wanting, gentle and fierce, passionate and scared. The transference of feelings in that moment an instance in life when everything stands still. When everything you've gone through simmers down to one moment and nothing else matters not the monsters of the world or the dangers of life. 

Everything I wanted was holding me, I could taste the tears falling down and into our lip-lock. What I couldn't tell is whose they were mine or hers. I needed her to take care of me and look out for me, I needed someone to be by my side, not just now but forever and for the first time in my life, I think I had found that person. The person to hold me and make me feel like it would all be ok, that life went on and I would be able to move past this. My hero and lover all in one, soulmate could it be, could true love be real. 

It was but a mere fantasy a fairy tale until the moment I met her. It seemed like something they spoke of in movies and books but the one thing I would never experience myself. Yet here I was feeling the butterflies in my stomach, the want of my body, even after everything I had just gone through, to be in the arms of the person I loved. Breathing seemed like a foreign subject, who needs breathing when you have love. 




A Kitty for Santa Ch. 04



"I'm glad I have you back beautiful don't scare me like that ever again you hear."

"I'll try not to get kidnapped again, as long as you promise to keep talking."

"Anything for you."

"I'm sorry if I scared you."

"Honey there is nothing for you to be sorry for. I should be sorry for bringing Jane into your life. You handled yourself well and you went down fighting. If you ever want to talk about it I'm here."

"She isn't even worth talking about. The sooner I can forget the sooner I can heal."

Arrival at my house was as planned. They snuck in, tires were popped, agents and officers were scrambling and my sisters were running for cover apparently Jordan didn't tell them the plan in order to ensure that no one "acted wrong." When all was said and done I was rushed to the hospital with everyone in separate cars. Santana and I sat in the back of the Tahoe, while Jordan sat in the front and Celeste drove. 

At the hospital my parents were very composed once inside the room my mom burst into tears and my dad was crying. That was weird my dad is super reserved, funny like no other but he had never cried in front of us, not even when he got word that his parents had died. Yet here was my superhero dad, crying and holding me, thanking God that I was alive. My sister was extremely thorough and only Santana and a nurse were allowed in the room. Pictures were taken by an investigator and I had blood drained from me for all sorts of test. I had needle marks on my body so they wanted to make sure that she hadn't injected me with anything deadly. 

I was treated for the ammonia inhalation and the scars and wounds. 

A Psychiatrist was brought and we set up a time to get together and talk. I had hated therapy before and I would probably hate it now but I didn't have a choice. I realized I would need to talk this out, it wasn't fair to tell my loved ones in order to heal. Santa would blame herself and my sisters, well they just didn't need to hear the details. After so many days I had begun to feel responsible as if I had brought this on myself. Truth is sometimes I still feel responsible. 

I had to answer questions and I was honest. I told them I was rescued by a team, wearing ski masks and then pushed out of the vehicle in front of my house. They never spoke and gave me clothes to wear. They never said anything to each other or me. They asked for my location and all I knew was we took the SR 14 to the I-5 to get back. I mean whose gonna question the woman with torture written all over her literally. They asked about Jane but I had no clue what happened to her when I was rescued. Everything else will just have to be settled when the questions come. 

I should have been held for observation but my sister decided she would just go home with me and do everything herself at my place. I hate hospitals and was putting up quite a struggle at being told to stay still every few minutes. All I wanted was to shower, get into comfortable clothes, eat something and fall asleep in the arms of my lover, my woman, my Santa. 

When I got home we received word that an "anonymous tip" gave them Jane's bodies location. She had been shot twice, I didn't need to know anything else I felt slightly responsible. Something I had to deal with; the death of Jane Butler was in my hands, that was the end of her. I couldn't really believe that it was over, no more hiding, no more worries, no more Jane. Santana took it well, she was tough on the outside but I know a part of her wished she could've helped her. Her heart is too big to wish death upon anyone. 

It's hard to live in a world where it's either your life or someone else's. Where as long as either one of you is alive the other will never be safe. I try to pretend like its no big deal, but even though I didn't kill her I feel like her death is on my hands. Every one says her death was necessary to avoid any further blood shed, but how do you live knowing it was them or you. 

Sometimes you think you're invincible, you're untouchable. I did when I was a teenager, I thought I was on top of the world and nothing could touch me. I never thought I would suffer the fate of any of my friends who made mistakes and had to learn from them. Then as a cop all of that meant nothing to me, I developed a paranoia of who might be watching me and who might be looking for me. Being a teenager was way better, right? Here I was afraid of the convicts who might come for me, but it was an FBI agent who came to break down my door. 

A full month passed before my life returned to 'normal'. I haven't been to work since and the truth is I'm not sure I want to go back. Mac's doing better he also got a few weeks off. 

I'm good at what I do and I love what I do, but as long as I keep putting the bad guys away some will try to look for me to keep me from doing my job. Problem is I can't leave it behind, even as fun as these 3 weeks have been, spending time with everyone at random hours of the day. I miss it, I miss all of it. 

It's been hard being at home, Santana comes home from work and stays with me every night and she brings clothes and takes stuff back. The few nights she can't stay, for whatever reason, are the worst. I either go stay with one of my sisters or Jordan stays with me. I hate being scared, I know she's gone but only time will help me get over the fear of what may be lurking around the corner. I want her to move in with me, I want my girl to come home to me every night and I want to wake up with her. 

I'm going to ask her to move in with me tonight. I don't want to wait for her anymore I want to show and tell her how I feel about her. I made dinner for us. These few weeks have been great for everyone who comes over, I've been glued to the Food Network and Bobby Flay and Giada are my new best friends. 

"Thanks for dinner Kitty, a girl could get used to this you know." She had just loaded the dishwasher it was our routine, I made dinner and she helped with the dishes. 

"I know, just don't take me for granted." She was leaning against the countertop and I walked over to rest in her arms. 

"I promise I will never take anything you do for granted." She kissed the top of my forehead as she massaged the small of my back.

"Baby I want to tell you something and do me a favor and just listen until I'm done, I need to get it out."

"Ok, let's sit on the sofa." She walked behind me and sat down motioning for me to sit between her legs while she held me. This would make it easier for me, that way I didn't have to look at her. Not that she wasn't amazing to look at. 

"Well you know sometimes you have to go home and that bed is lonely without you." A kiss to my neck encouraged me to keep going. "I don't wanna go through life, every single night wishing we could do it right, not that we're doing it wrong." I felt her smile form as she brought her cheek next to mine. "I don't wanna hold my pillow tight, wishing it was you in my arms." Pulling my body closer to her I found the courage I needed to keep speaking. "You know when it starts to get late and it's time to go to sleep, I don't know what to do without you. I need you beside me because those king size sheets are missing their queen." 

"That was cute."

"You know what I meant. It's lonely without you, I need you to come and hold me tight. I want to spend my life with you every night. You mean more to me than anything or anyone, stay with me, I wanna be with you forever."

I heard her giggle and now I felt silly.
 "Baby you put your arms around me and I'm home, no matter where that is, I'm home, you are my home." 

I turned around and held her face as I whispered into her lips. 

"Will you move in with me?"

"Are you sure you want that?"

"Why wouldn't I? Santana I miss you when you go to your place."

I turned in her arms not understanding why she hadn't said yes. 

"I miss you too beautiful I just don't want to impose on your freedom."

"Freedom what freedom all I want is you and freedom with your body. Will you move in?"

"Of course beautiful, it would be an honor." She sealed it with a kiss. "When can I move in?" 

"Whenever you want." She pulled me in closer to her and I was home in the arms of my girl, my one and only. 

As she held me in her arms I knew I wanted more than to just be held I needed my woman. I needed everything I had been missing. For so long she had held back but not anymore. She had been so tender in our love making. She had been the opposite of that take charge person I loved. Tonight I would take her and make her mine. She had been pre-cautious allowing me ample room to move forward at my own pace. 

I started kissing her neck knowing that this would weaken her resolve. I had been seeing a therapist for a while. I had confessed that Santana was slightly distant. I mean she loved me and held me and talked but it wasn't the same. She explained that it might be a feeling of guilt because of what happened. I was hoping to erase any guilt tonight.

"You know you've been going to the gym a lot and I love the progress."

"Oh is that right? What are you thinking Kitty?" My hands were already in the process of checking that progress. Tracing the rim of her jeans feeling her soft skin was making me horny as fuck. I mean we hadn't made love in that tear your clothes off fuck on the kitchen table type. 

Pulling myself above her so that we could be lips to lips, breast to breast and pussy to pussy I whispered into her lips. 

"I need you." I straddled her hips and cupped her tits before she could stop me. I worked my lips to her ears keeping her close. "Kitty needs her Santa." Her resistance was being a bit difficult as her hands only stayed on my shoulders trying to keep any distance because she knew she would falter. 

"Baby ...I...we" I had to push I knew she was at the edge, she had to be. 

I pulled back and smiled as I always did when I was being respectful of her wishes, but not tonight baby. Not tonight. 

I pulled my shirt over my head, snapped off my bra tossing it along with my shirt. 

If I thought I loved her tits she was about to start drooling. If she was going to resist then I would have to entice. Lifting my tits I leaned back and started playing with myself, damn I needed this. I needed her but she was playing hard to get. I closed my eyes and enjoyed feeling myself, my nipples were getting hard and goosebumps were starting to form. 

Her hands were now on my thighs rubbing up and down, I couldn't help but smile. Just a little further and she would touch my skin. I knew she would crack today and then I would take this to a whole other level. 

"Tiff." Her voice was low and I knew we were a go. It was the same voice that had enticed me so long ago.

I didn't respond I just kept rolling my nipples between my fingers. Her hands were getting closer to my skin but they weren't there yet. 

"Tiffany?"

I was forcing her to take me, to want me, to need me. I was calling out the sexual beast I knew she was. Finally.

Her hands went up my back pulling me to her by my shoulders. 

"What are you doing?"

"I want you."

I pulled her down and fed her my nipple. I thought I was going to cum right there. Working her tongue in circles around my nipple. Then sucking me for all I was worth. Oh I had unleashed a beast and I wasn't sure I was ready. I had lost my upper-hand at being the aggressor and was slightly worried my plan would be put on the back burner. 

Her hands were unbuttoning my jeans and undoing the zipper as her teeth were biting my nipples. I didn't want to be free of this sweet torture. Holding her to my breast lifting to help the removal of my jeans. I pulled away altogether and stood.

"Hold on." I held her by her shoulders at a distance. 

"I'm sorry I..."

"No don't you dare be sorry for wanting this. It's just well will you wait for me in our bedroom and I'll be right there."

"Mmmm, I like the sound of that 'our bedroom'." She slapped my backside as she got up to go into the room. A few days ago I had ordered some supplies online because I didn't want Santana to see my purchase and today she would be surprised. 

I walked in finding her sitting on the edge of the bed leaning back on her hands. 

"You look comfortable."

"I wasn't sure how you wanted me."

"Is that right? You're just going to give yourself to me?"

"Do you have a plan?"

"Maybe..." She pulled me towards her and my jeans were completely undone and I was topless, I definitely felt naughty. 

Her lips were again forcing my plans out of my head. Kissing down my stomach and her fingers pulling my jeans completely off. 

"Stand so you can undress."

I stepped back and she looked so strong and confident undressing. It was the way a model would undress and not a stripper. The purpose was nudity and as every strip of skin appeared so did a new trickle of my pussy. 

Every muscle moved with each movement, those abs as her arms removed her shirt. As she undid her buckle her biceps and triceps were just bulging now I see where her frustration went. Next was the button and zipper and off her jeans went. Now I could see those thighs and damn I was happy I had made sure to have her strap on ready. Dear God this was going to be an all night affair. 

All that was left was her bra and briefs. But she seemed to think those weren't on the list of removable items. 

"Everything Santa."

She laughed with her confident self and with a snap of her jeans and the drop of her body she was naked. Every tattoo made her unique and every muscle made her strong. Those stars would be fun tonight. Her sleeve was a mixture of a guardian angel on her upper arm with the wings facing outward and a pirate ship on her forearm and the words "not all who wonder are lost" that bit was added during our year together. The first day after I was rescued was spent at a shop getting "KITTY" on her thigh exactly where mine was. It was in a beautiful script. I cried when I saw it and she told me I had nothing to be ashamed about. 

Now that she was on display for me. I started my plan. 

"Lay on your back and stretch out eagle style." A few months back she said I had one chance to tie her down and have my way with her and this was going to be the night. 

"You're going to have your way with me aren't you?"

I showed her the cuffs for her wrists and ankles to answer her question.

"Should we have a safe word?"

"You won't need one, I'll make sure your safe and I don't want to humiliate you or induce any pain I just want to have my way with your body while providing pleasure. May I?"

She nodded and put the cuffs on, pulling the restraints from underneath the bed and fastening her down to the bed. Her instinct to be free was peaked when she pulled she wasn't going anywhere. 

Last was the blindfold. As I tied it behind her head I whispered into her lips. 

"I love You."

"I must love you too if I'm letting you do this."

"You now you want it."

"I'm doing it for you."

I slid my hands to her pussy to test her theory. 

"Force me my ass, Santana that pussy is so fucking wet baby." I couldn't help but lick my fingers, I was ready for this night to begin.

"Now be a good Santa and wait right here. Patiently."

"I'll try." I could hear the lust in her voice and my pussy was really starting to cry out for attention. 

-------------------------- Santana

Hearing the door close was torture because I was all alone wondering what the hell was going on. I wasn't scared just this nervousness that envelops you. 

I had never been tied down before and I'm not going to lie yes it was a fantasy but none one that Tiffany and I had discussed; besides me giving her permission to do so. The cuffs were lined with some soft material and I was not going anywhere. This was about trust and she had it all. 

I can't deny that I wasn't turned on, I mean she was about to do anything she wanted to me and I knew she was horny. I mean damn we were both wet. She hasn't ever been this demanding or aggressive. She likes to think she's in charge and I'm not gonna lie she is. But in bed it's a whole other story. In bed well I'm a top and she loves to be my bottom. 

I live to make love to her body and worship her. This month has been hell on me. I've been so scared to be more than just intimate with her because I don't really know what she's been through. She talked about it but she spent her days bound and tortured and I can't imagine what that was like. 

Laying here bound was fucking kinky. I mean I could feel the coolness in the room on my pussy lips. I could feel my clit pulsing from a simple touch. My nipples were straining against my body tortured by the coolness. My legs were so wide I couldn't provide any stimulation for myself. 

Finally the door opened and I could barely hear her footsteps. 

I could hear stuff being placed around the room and then I smelled something sweet. 

"Is Agent Solo ready for her evening with her Kitty?"

"Yes my love."

The unknown was the exhilarating part. When you can't see what's going on, what's about to happen...

"Kitty?"

It was warm, I wasn't sure what IT was but it was warm and she was rubbing it all over my tits. 

"There is a time for talking and a time for doing, I'm going to do you and you can either talk or enjoy yourself. Or I may just have to gag you. Understood?"

"Damn. Yes Mistress."

"Good now lay back relax and enjoy the ride."

I felt the bed move and she straddled my thighs. We had been naked intimate on many occasions since she had come home but I knew this was different. I knew she wouldn't hold back anymore, I knew that by the end of tonight I would feel loved, correction I would be made love to.

She sat back resting her ass on my thighs, while she rubbed on this warm substance. Her hands were careful but deliberate in their movements. She started on the outside right underneath my breast and circled each close and closer to my nipple but never touching it. Forbidden pleasures were being elicited from my body. It didn't feel like lotion but it was warm to the touch, but as it cooled it felt less pliant. 

Once she felt that both of my tits were done she started working on my stomach. I felt the liquid fall on my body right down the center. Again starting underneath my breast, she rubbed outward with soft touches and her nails tracing the parts that were bare.

This was turning me on faster than anything we had ever done. I was bound and soon gagged if I didn't behave and I was feeling my pussy contract and moisten up. Not to mention that I knew this was getting to Tiffany. I could feel her working her pussy on top of mine and I could tell she too was naked and starting to get wet. 

I wasn't doing anything but lying here helpless and knowing that I was turning her on, was working wonders on my pussy. Occasionally I would pull on the bindings hoping for release but knowing better. In those moments however my mistress would laugh and pull on my nipples. That was my punishment but let me tell you I was constantly testing the binding. 

"Tiffany?"

"I prefer mistress." I could hear that her breathing was labored and she was definitely horny. 

"Mistress?"

"Yes."

"What are you putting on me?"

"The only way you'll find out is if you taste it?"

"I'll lick anything off of anywhere Mistress."

A slight moan escaped her lips and her pussy rode down harder on me, while her fingers tweaked my nipples. I really hoped she didn't have nipple clamps hiding somewhere the way she was reacting to playing with them. 

"Very well." I felt her get off me and I wondered what she had in mind. 

I turned my head to where I thought she was but it was of no use I wouldn't figure out what she was doing. 

But that didn't mean I couldn't hear her playing with herself or better yet her narration. 




A Kitty for Santa Ch. 04



"My baby wants to figure out what's on her body but there is no way for you to taste yourself so you're just going to have to taste me." I heard her moan and I wished I was the reason she was making those sounds. "My nipples are so hard Santa will you suck on them for me baby. Will you make my nipples feel good for me?"

"Oh yes Mistress you can put them in my mouth and I will take very good care of them."

"Very well. I have two rules my darling."

"Anything!"

"No cumming without permission."

"Yes Mistress."

"And; no biting only tongue and lips. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I'm rubbing something nice and warm on my nipples for you baby and it feels so good. It feels almost as good as when you suck on my nipples and you just can't get enough of my tits."

I could only wish my hands were free but this was so much more fun. I think we might need to do this more often. 

I felt her behind my head and then there it was a nipple in my mouth dear heavens above it was chocolate. All the teasing was too much her body fell forward and she was lying above me. Moaning for me and then her reserve broke and she started playing with my pussy. 

"No cumming without permission." I couldn't help but moan onto her breast making her moan louder for me.

She still had some chocolate on her fingers and was rubbing that up and down my lower lips. She had tied me down leaving me open to her, with all the torture I was open and wet. 

I could only feel her fingers on my lips playing with me, never entering, staying free and clear of my clit. Oh fuck I was going to have to wait. 

As she sat up pulling her nipple free, she held me down when I looked for that sweet chocolate chip.

"More."

I heard her moan and sooner rather than later I felt the next chocolate morsel drop into my mouth. This time she had more chocolate on her hands and she started working on my stars. It was more precise strokes, so maybe she was painting them in. I never knew that those stars would be my demise. I mean they were so close to my pussy to make her touches feel erotic but too far for any good stimulation. 

I couldn't help but feel confused. I mean what is better you're own body receiving stimulation or well your own body reacting to stimulation because her nipple in my mouth was stimulating my nether regions. 

Then it was gone and so was she. I couldn't complain I was enjoying every minute of this sweet torture. Next thing I know she's again between my legs but she's straddling my thigh. 

"How's my girl?"

"Horny mistress."

"Good, because this display has made you're mistress very horny. "

"Fuck me." She did have nipple clamps but they weren't too bad. 

"That's your punishment for making me so horny."

"Thank you mistress."

"Oh baby I'm not going to last much longer if you're so good at this."

"Untie me and I'll make you a happy mistress."

"No deal pet you're all mine." 

Those hands went back to my stomach and spread more chocolate on the bare parts. The warmth of the chocolate and the sensuality of her hands were driving me to heights unknown. Her hands would be strong and take possession of my body and as the chocolate hardened they would be soft and trace her art work. All this chocolate and all this temptation and she had steered clear of my pussy.

Working her pussy down my thigh leaving a trail of her wetness, I was delirious.

What we were doing wasn't about anything but love. When I first met this woman the universe was intent on us meeting one way or another. Then it seemed it was persistent about us not being together. As I lay here feeling her love for me I feel like I've been looked out for. I needed this woman in my life more than I needed anything. When I feared I had lost her, a part of me was dying I knew I would never find another like her. 

The way her hands worked down my body spreading this chocolate I knew it more than just about having sex or being intimate. This was all about uniting as one. Her adoring my body and taking me as I was, was her way of telling me she was ready. Yes she needed the control but most of all she needed to know she could do this. It was then that I stopped struggling and just enjoyed her hands on my body. As she finished up my legs she took one long lick of my pussy. Forcing her pussy onto my thigh. I couldn't help but lift and that brought a laugh.

"Even if you tried you couldn't get this pussy to cum."

"I don't need you to cum all I wanted was to see how wet you were for me."

"Well that deserves another punishment."

Oh what sweet punishment. I felt something vibrating on my clit. 

"No cumming pet!"

My whole world was shattering before my very eyes I wanted to do as I was told but my body the bastard was betraying me. I could feel the tightening of my stomach the curling of my toes and then it was gone. Fuck me running I don't know what was worse cumming without permission or not cumming at all. 

Just as I thought I would be able to survive this torture she put the vibrating object into my pussy. This just wasn't fair. 

"Tiff?"

"Mistress! Pet now you need another punishment."

"Yes mistress."

Getting off the bed she came around and then I felt it. Her version of punishment was her pussy right over my mouth as she used her fingers on my clit. As hard as I tried I couldn't get that slice of pie into my mouth.

The worse part was that she was so turned on that playing with my pussy was turning her on. The way she was moaning, her body occasionally brushing against me I was ready to burst and so was she. She finally couldn't take it anymore and she sat up right above me. 

"Would pet like to see her mistress?"

"Yes Mistress please."

As the blind fold came off I looked up and there she was in only a corset with her tits out and her pussy fully exposed. 

"May I make you cum Mistress?"

"No but I do want you to watch."

Her fingers went straight into her pussy and her other hand worked on her clit. How unfair to be right here with my tongue ready to lick but no chance of being allowed a taste. Then there was the sounds of not only her fingers working in and out of her wetness but the moans coming from within her body. Moan after moan groaning here and there and then the screams signaling she was near to her release. 

Finally puling her fingers from with in her pussy they came out as she looked at me and fed me her fingers. 

"Oh baby cum with me."

She didn't tell me twice for the first time I came without any stimulation to my own pussy. The contractions from within were enough to free me from the confines of this invisible prison built solely upon words. Her fingers on my tongue were her pussy within my mouth the taste was all her with a mix of chocolate, someone bottle this and pour me a cup any day.

Then there it was that sweet liquid that a few women can release and she lowered herself onto my mouth as she removed her fingers. Talk about getting what you wish for. That cup I was telling you was filling my mouth and it was neither slow nor gradual but I took my time in eating that pussy while I had the chance. 

When her pussy stopped contracting she lifted herself off of me and the bed. As I closed my eyes I could still see that sweet pussy above me and I could sure as hell still taste and smell it. It was a smell I never minded and always wanted. That smell caused a hunger for pussy like no other. Then I felt her remove a vibrating egg from inside me. 

Pretty soon I felt the chocolate all over my front side. As I looked down as I saw that I was covered in chocolate, white and from the taste milk chocolate. 

"Just one more thing or two well a few to be exact."

Still cuffed and unable to move. She came to the table next to me and dipped a strawberry into a brown chocolate, letting some drip on my lips. then she put one on my chest between my tits. The next one was also dipped, allowed to drip onto my lips and placed lower. Each one was the same until five lined my upper body. Then I see a pineapple in the form of a bow tie, this one placed on my neck and a picture starts to form. 

I think she's done now and her masterpiece will be revealed, not quite. I see a small banana and I wonder what part of a suit does that make. She dips it into the chocolate and this time sets it down to dry. While her other hand is idly stroking my pussy.

"Are you having fun Mistress?"

"Lots baby, lots."

"I love you."

"I love you too Santa."

As I see her lift the banana, it hits me and her grin makes everything so clear. The banana makes it way down low. 

"I'm a little hungry and need somewhere to hold my banana."

"F-Fuck." Slowly she slides it into my pussy and I try my hardest to hold it in. I close my eyes and allow all my senses to settle down. She is one creative person. 

"Can I take pictures?"

And there she was my beautiful girlfriend, standing in front of me with her camera. Standing in a beautiful black corset with blue satin covered with black lace. Her pussy bare and very wet and a garter on her thigh hiding something she was ashamed of but it was a battle scar that would always remind her of the days we almost lost each other. Nothing could detract from her beauty however. Her tits were free and I could tell she was feeling her orgasm from her breathing and the rise and fall of her breast.  

"You're asking?" Damn I was seriously moaning. 

"Yea baby that's a lot to ask. But I want you to able to see this when I'm done. You're my masterpiece."

"Go ahead just don't send them to anyone or anywhere."

"Yea right like I would ever share you."

"Oh and Santa?"

"Yea baby?"

"Don't let the banana slip out."

"Yes Mistress."

Then the torture continued I had to stay still when I had all this chocolate on me. She put the blindfold back on and began the pictures. I could feel it pull in places when she would touch me and my body would react to her touch. Releasing the nipple clamps she sucked on each one as she released them. Making sure to get all the chocolate off my whole breast. Then more pictures. 

I was barely starting to be able to hold it together from everything she had done to me and this clean up was getting me all worked up again. I mean I don't know about you but I don't think this chocolate was about me. 

Once my breast were free and clear the blind fold came off again. 

"Are you going to be good or do I have to punish you again?"

"If that was my punishment I have no choice but to be naughty."

"The next time there will be no vibrator or clamps and you'll have to cum all on your own."

Little devil had a point this time it would be harder even if I was really horny. This banana was not going to move itself.

"I'll be good I promise."

"Good I will untie you now but you have to promise that you will do as you're told."

"I promise to try my best to follow directions Mistress."

One by one she released my limbs and rubbed out where I had been tied. But my body was so strained it didn't want to move from this position not to mention the chocolate. 

I was released but my body was still a little tired. Then she went between my thighs and started eating the banana right out of my pussy. It wasn't a simple pull out mechanism no baby girl would push it in and out with every bite and a few licks in between. 

"Cum for me!"

"Yes Mistress."

Her lips sealed around my clit and her fingers took the place of the banana and my hands found the sheets between my fingers. Grasping for the reality that this orgasm was shaking me to my core.

"Best banana I have ever had. You ready for your last surprise."

"If it's anything like what you just did, I don't know if I'll last. I can barely sit up baby." 

"Then I'll sit next to you but you have to make the effort to at least sit up. Here share the fruit with me." 

Strawberry by strawberry she made one hell of an erotic show and I felt my strength coming back to me. Soon enough I would have her underneath me having her pussy filled and my name she would definitely be screaming. As the last piece of fruit made it to my mouth I sat up. 

We both did and then she played with my hair as she looked at me. We were one hot mess. I was covered in chocolate but still naked and she was covering her stomach but for the most part naked. 

As I looked at her she slipped off the garter and there it was a santa hat surrounding the word home which had been fixed with the words 'Santa is my' above home. Santa is my home. We had talked about her getting it removed but the scar would be there forever. She had taken something horrendous for her and made it beautiful. 

"Bitch might have scarred me but she didn't brake me. You're my home baby Santa is my home."



A Kitty for Santa



As wrong as this sounds pussy never tastes better than when you know you are not supposed to be eating it. When you know that someone is watching you or when you know there are people out there who know what you are doing. There's a certain amount of naughtiness that is felt that adds to the exhilaration of the act. I mean I'm in a house full of women in costumes who are doing all sorts of erotic and lustful acts upon each other in many different positions. This house is a capsule of sexual sorcery, circulating into every room and hypnotizing its inhabitants.

"I have to go."

"Hit and run? Not in my presence." Grabbing my neck and pulling me close our lips came together and she moaned into my mouth, knowing where my tongue had been. She turned me around and sat me on one of the theatre seats, lowering my pants quicker than I thought possible. 

"Shit" My phone was going off and her tongue was going in. "Hold on Leslie."

All I got was a negative moan and her hand tightening on my thighs, fuck. That tongue was long and wreaking havoc on my senses. The phone went to voicemail and soon was ringing again. So of course my lovely friend answered it and handed it to me. 

"It'll just be another few minutes Detective I'm sorry its taking so long." Leslie was playing her part to help me in being late but mostly just teasing the hell out of me. As she returned to my pussy and a smile played across her lips before making contact.

"Detective Prescott?" Don't moan.

"Y-Yes."

"This is Agent Celeste Young, just wanted to make sure everything was all right and you were on your way." Oh God I'm so dead. Leslie was now sucking and flicking my clit with her tongue. 

"I'm sorry I was..." (Leslie pulled away and bit my thigh) "ahh...a little tied up" (she gripped my thighs and went back to work, Oh I was tied up all right) "but I'll be on my way very ...very soon."

"Okay Thank You."

"No, Thank You." I hope she didn't figure out I was well, "Oh right there."

I hung up the phone and Leslie renewed her efforts working her way into my passage and reaching for the spots deep within that every woman needed to have explored. 

"I am going to be so late."

"At least it'll be worth it."

I was done fighting her and now she was using her fingers inside my pussy. Tender long fingers caressing my inner secret passage ways, damn this was perfect. She wasn't looking to rush our one night of sexual pleasure and I was getting my much needed release.

One last thrust and suck and I was over the edge. A smile playing across my lips as she kissed my pussy and my thighs. Damn we were still wearing clothes.

"We have to do this again Tiffany."

"Call me and we'll get together soon, I'd like a repeat performance."

Leslie and I had become just two more people enchanted by the spell that was woven by the spirits of the night. The spirits of those who wanted to feel the freedom of their sexual exploits. We were two more women doing to each other what everyone craves to do for one another, sexual bliss. 

Agent Solo I hate you whoever you are. 

I drove off into the world of chaos and it took me an hour to get from Beverly Hills to downtown LA, usually it would've taken no more than 20 minutes. 

I'm Detective Tiffany Prescott by the way, and I work for the Forensics department and the Robbery-Homicide division. I'm currently in a hotel room where a husband and father decided to take his life. Sometimes I think of how selfish suicide is and how people take the easy way out when they do that. Although, even with the note saying why he did it I can already see this wasn't a suicide, it was murder. 

First of the blood splatter doesn't coincide with a person shooting themselves. The letter was written by a left-handed person and the gun was in the victims right hand. The wallet is missing a few credit cards from the creases in the wallet, where it looks like there were cards there previously. There are a variety of drugs in the room to indicate this person may have tried to overdose, and several needles, but there are no previous needle marks that I can identify.

This is definitely a set up. 

"Detective Prescott, I'm Agent Solo, with the FBI." What an attractive woman, with a voice thats low and sexy but presented with a power that makes you not want to mess with her. She reminds me of Santa. I on the other hand am a bubbly person who takes no prisoners.

"You remind me of someone." I saw a smirk form. "FBI, why are you guys here?" Not that I mind you being here, nice body, looks like she takes good care of herself and that is definitely a D&G watch, a woman with good taste. She's wearing black slacks and a black Banana Republic dress shirt that's tucked in and her breast look like they are begging me to let them out of their restraints, definitely more than a hand full, with a black leather motorcycle jacket. Lastly was her gun on her belt clip I had long ago figured out that a woman who could use a gun and carry it easily was a woman who got a few extra points in my book. Her body also reminds me of Santa. 

"Mr. Duchett here was a witness for us. Who do I remind you of?"

"Ah, that's why he was murdered. Someone I met earlier."

"Murdered I was told it looked like a suicide. Is she the unforgettable type?"

"It's supposed to look that way but I can already tell it's not. Well, I can see that your people are here to take care of this so I'll be leaving." I turned to walk away. "No, she's not unforgettable but she was my type, kind of, I guess, anyway good night." 

I hate FBI they always want to make you feel like they're better. It's a part of this ongoing power struggle where anytime they're around, my people get their good cases taken away. She seemed different, however. 

"Wait, look I'm sure that's how the FBI always makes it seem, but I had you called because I know that you are good at what you do. I need your assistance and I have informed your superiors that we would be needing you for this investigation. I thought you had been informed. Does that make me your type?" HHmmm requested me personally, it was you Agent Solo that ruined my night. I must be damn good at my job.

"You informed my superiors? Are you flirting with me?" Two conversations at once I'm impressed she can keep up. 

"Yes, they were informed and I'm just asking questions."

"I don't have a choice is what you're saying. Why are you so interested?" I stepped up closer to her I don't like being told I have to do anything. I hate orders, but I like her.

"No, I guess you don't. Is there a reason you don't want to take it? And because you're interesting." I thought she would back up but she didn't a woman who stands her ground, I like. 

"Yeah last time I worked with the FBI I was told how to do my job the whole time and I don't like being told what to do. No offense but your people are a bunch of pretentious pricks with sticks up their asses." She laughed which is a good thing considering I'm probably offending her, she still hadn't moved away. "Interesting, huh, that's a new one, I'm used to cute or beautiful, but interesting, hhmmm."

"None taken, my people are asses, but I am not. Look I'm running this investigation and my forensic people are now under your command. If anyone gives you trouble let me know. Do whatever you feel is necessary and don't let US get in YOUR way. INTERESTING, yes, but cute, beautiful, gorgeous, sssssexy, those work too." Holy Shit, gorgeous sexy that was all her. Damn she smells good, that smells reminds me of Santa. Why does she remind me of her so damn much? I'm the worst lesbian by the way I have no gay-dar, to me any woman is fair game. She was definitely a woman I would love to have.

"Thank You. First things first I need everyone out of the room before any more evidence is tainted."

"Does that include me?"

"Especially you, you're cologne is kind of distracting to me, you smell familiar." I smiled my seductive smile, I needed her to know I wanted her and not that I was trying to be offensive or anything. 

"Done. You know there is also something interesting about the way you smell, it seems familiar in a tasty edible way. How'd you know it was cologne and not perfume? Everyone step outside let's let Detective Prescott check the room before we can collect any evidence. Next."

"It smells very different it works for you. I'm glad I smell to your liking. Here are my keys can you grab my jacket out of my truck it's the black Escalade downstairs, it's kind of cold in here." I flashed her my cutest smile, I needed her to move back, and I was not going to budge. I wanted to see how far I could push before she tried to be my superior.

But she surprised me, she smiled, took off her leather motorcycle jacket and handed me my keys. 

"Next time you should wear more than a wife beater. Here take my jacket I hate walking and it smells like me." She stepped around me and put it on me, while whispering in my ear. "If a power struggle is what you want I'm not one to back down." She walked out the door. Chills.

Until tonight I hadn't been with a woman in over 6 months since my ex and I broke up. This woman was definitely turning me on and making me forget my vow to not date another woman in uniform. In theory of course, because she didn't wear a uniform. I work all sorts of hours, crimes don't have a schedule which makes it hard to date and meet new people. Yet here was a gorgeous woman and all I could think of while looking at the pool of blood on the floor, was having here underneath me on that bed in front of me. So, so wrong.

I had just had my not so fair share of pussy earlier and she made me want more, much much more. 

It took a few hours to get the room done, which was too easy, this person was a professional, just not sure what kind of professional, they were very detail oriented. They may as well have bagged and tagged the evidence for me, leaving it in places where I would "never check" or things I would "never find." 

"All right I'm done, Agent Solo. Can you grab the evidence and help me down to my car."

"Black Escalade right?" I smiled.

"Yeah." 

Everyone else stayed behind to keep working on the room.

"I would love to tell you that our facilities are amazing for your kind of work, but I'm sure you're going to say something about knowing your own facilities better. Soooooo, let's cut to the chase, how do you want to handle this?"

"Ha, don't act like you know me. I will handle it the way I handle all cases in my lab, next to my office." She just nodded with a smirk. 

"Of course why would I possibly think I know you. Why don't I tell you what I do know? I know that you've never made a mistake that would cause a case to be thrown out because you were being careless. I know that any case with your name on it gets a conviction. I know what schools you went to and the many recommendations you've been given over the years. I also know that you're not just a Detective and go by Doctor Prescott."

"Okay being a stalker doesn't mean you know me." Wow she did her research on me it's too bad I don't know anything about her...yet. 

"You're funny Prescott, look this case is a priority you'll find that it has to be handled the same way on your end. Wait, I know you want to argue with me because all Capricorns are stubborn but there are three more witnesses in the case this person was involved in and we don't want them to commit suicide as well."

We got to my car and I loaded everything in the back. I wasn't used to being studied by anyone so I had to come up with a back up plan on how to deal with her. I'm the person people say things like I can never tell what you're thinking and for someone to presume to know me so well is unsettling. 

"So you really have been stalking me. Why me, I'm sure you have great forensics people on your team and I have never personally heard of you and I've worked with the FBI before. Who are you?"

"Agent Santana Solo at your service, you've never heard of me because I work in the East Coast mostly. Just moved a year ago and I make it a point to find out who the best of the best are wherever I am. You are the best at what you do and I need to be able to keep my good track record and you are going to help me do that."

"Who do you know to have been able to request me? Many have tried but I have never been forced. Today I get a call from my friend the Mayor himself letting me know that he would appreciate it if I could "cooperate" with you." She always made sure to invade my personal space and that was usually hard for anyone to do, I always made a point to distance myself but she had no problem getting in. Not to mention how unsettling it was to look into her eyes. Brown pools of chocolate. She was good, kind and innocent in her own way. 

"So you knew you had to work with me and yet you still tried to leave. Hhhmmm. I'll come by your lab tomorrow morning to see how you're doing what your findings are and I will be with you every step of the way." 

"Fine, I don't have a choice in this but don't for one-second think that I'm going to make this easy for you. I hate being told what to do." I wasn't rude on the contrary I said this all with the biggest smile. I got into my truck and left. I knew I would see her tomorrow so I kept her jacket. She had left her cell phone in her pocket and this would help me find out who she was. 

I went to my lab and worked for 4 hours straight just to get all the evidence logged in. Then I started operation spy on the new FBI agent. She was born and raised in Virginia, was in the Air Force for 4 years, moved to New York to go to NYU when she was 21. Her career took her to Miami in 2008 for a few months, then back to D.C. in 2009 and lastly L.A in 2011. She has definitely made a name for herself in the bureau. I called a friend and she wasn't happy that I had forgotten what time it was, but she did tell me that she's well known for her high success rate. When she gets a case she always gets her criminal. 

As for personal life, that's hard to find but definitely as stubborn as me as she too is a Capricorn so she knows from experience. Looks like no marriage and no kids, has a sister and brother in Virginia and parents also still live there. I did find out that she works best alone and her partners don't last long. So now she's good enough to fly solo, like her last name. Once part of my recon was done I went home to my nice big loft. 

I have a loft in downtown Los Angeles. I bought into the whole artist loft early on when they were cheap. When I was younger my parents brought my sisters and I to explore downtown. My mom loves to sew so we would come to the textile district and my dad and I would go off and explore the downtown world. We were one of the few white people in the area. I fell in love with downtown LA. 

I'm adopted by the way. My birth name is Rosa Guadalupe Lopez, but MY name is Tiffany Prescott. I was born at Kaiser hospital on Sunset Boulevard. My adoption was taken care of before I was born. My birth mother gave my parents a picture of her and my birth father in case I ever wanted to see it. I have it in a frame in my living room, why I'm not sure. 

I say we when I say white because my parents are white although my birth parents were Mexican. My birth father was a blonde green eyed tall Mexican and my mother was a brunette with brown eyes, from what I can see, so technically I'm Hispanic but I don't now anything about them. I in turn am blonde with green eyes about 5'8" with my mothers body, skin complexion is the color of milk with a little coffee, but dark enough that you know there's coffee and a mixture of their height. Hips that sway like Jessica Rabbit and lips just like hers, they're really pink, unnaturally pink. My chest is present not large, my assets are definitely in the back. I work out but I can't do the whole ripped abs thing I just love food too much to even try to be that small. I have the legs of a soccer player, thighs that are proportionate to my hips and calves that deem a double take. Yes, I am confident in myself, I have to be I have 3 older sisters, who are also adopted and we had to work hard for the attention we got. In a crowd of beautiful women I need to stand out. I do it because if I was too meek I would have been eaten alive in high school. 

I went to an all girls Catholic High School so the competition was aggressive. I have always been gay; that school was perfect for me so many girls to chose from and regardless of religion, we were young and hormonal. 

I started working on dinner around 6:00, I had slept from the time I got home. I knew the new agent would eventually find my place. So since she has lived alone for many years and is a career woman I figured she hadn't had a home cooked meal in a while. My plan was to get her into my territory and extract information about her while she was drinking wine and her stomach was full. I made my favorite, skirt steak on the grill, fried rice and caesar salad. 

Like clock work she was here at 7:30. How did I know she would come? Well, that is simple, I took her phone and then I didn't answer when she called me at the lab and figured she would think I came home soon after dropping everything off. Then I came home since I wouldn't be there she would have to find a way to get my address, because I had taken Monday off. Problem is I have a PO Box in the files at work, and my loft is in my parents name and so are my siblings properties and their own. So that's 6 properties if she goes that route. Then my cell phone is also in my mom's name so tough luck there. My truck is the only thing under my name and it's registered to my sister's address, so she may end up there. Last thing available is to trace the GPS on her phone.

My sister called at 7:00 PM, said an Agent Solo was looking for me at her place, she lives in Pasadena. I told her to give her the 'she didn't answer' line and that she didn't feel comfortable giving her my address. I knew she would get desperate and just do the trace, that had to be a last resort thing because it was after all her own cell phone and who loses their phone, right.

"Agent Solo what a surprise, you should have called before coming over, I wasn't expecting company." I had the biggest grin on my face.

"You think you're funny don't you, taking the day off when you knew you had my phone and I had no way to find you." She sounded calm but annoyed just a little.

"Actually, no, I don't, people do, but I take myself very seriously." I was trying my hardest not to smile anymore. My mom always told me that as a kid, 'you think you're so funny don't you Tiffany.'

"So did you find what you were looking for?"

"Um, I didn't know I was looking for anything." Confusion was the vibe I was trying to give. 

"Bullshit you knew you had my phone and then took off and didn't answer at the lab and you knew how hard it would be for me to find you because you have made that literally impossible." She was smiling, it looks good on her.

"Well, I apologize for any trouble you may have gone through, here's your phone, no hard feelings right."

"You had it in your back pocket, so you have been snooping."

"Nope I took it out of your jacket and figured if you tried to call or anyone who knew you called I would have them tell you I had it. You know you could have just called me and asked where I lived you didn't have to go out of your way to find me."

"Thank You, I figured you wouldn't answer and I see you will be keeping my jacket."

"Oh yeah, I'm having the lab test it, to see what I can find on you. You look tired, have you eaten?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to Disneyland."

"What?"

"It was a joke you know how I think I'm funny, ha ha lol lmao anything. Anyway I made dinner and I don't know how to cook for just one person, did you wanna come in for dinner?"




A Kitty for Santa



"Um, sure I guess why not?"

"UUggghhhh. Wow don't sound so excited. You can go have a hot pocket instead if you want." I pushed the door towards her.

"NO." She grabbed my arm and I stood to wait, wow a woman who goes for what she wants, I like. "I mean I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that I guess I didn't know what would happen when I came here. You're just not what I expected I guess."

"Stop while you're ahead honey, that hole your digging can get mighty big. Come in."

She finally came in and I showed her to my kitchen. Damn she looks good. She's wearing black slacks, a white button up shirt tucked in, that frames her body and again her breast need to be set free, dear God I love her breasts. If she was my woman, I would undress her at the door and suck on those for days. Damn, I kinda sound like a Neanderthal don't I?

"You can grab a bottle out of the wine fridge or you can grab anything you want out of the regular fridge."

"Thanks. Your place looks good, comfy and big. It smells good. What are you making me?" She went for a Corona.

"Thank You. I am making myself some tofu, with seaweed and lentil soup and you can have some." 

"Oh." Her face went from a huge smile thinking I'm cooking for her, to the most worried look about dinner, with a blush. 

"Here sit here and I'll bring you some food." I was trying really hard not to laugh at her innocence. I'm sure after being in LA for a year, those things sound like some restaurant menus no offense to anyone who loves it. It's just my mom swears I'm gonna get all the iron from lentil soup and I hate it. I also only like my tofu in miso soup. 

I could see the look of panic in her eyes as she finished a whole corona from nerves. She had her back to me and when I put the food down she laughed. 

"Nice, you scared the shit out of me for no reason."

"You should've seen the look of panic in your eyes, priceless. Another Corona?"

"Um no, thank you, I have to drive home and I shouldn't drink too much." Damn polite and sexy.

"Well, you're gonna have some wine with your food, because I don't want to drink alone."

She just shrugged and was about to dig in to her food as I slapped her arm and hands away.

"Hey, hey hey um you're supposed to wait for me to at least sit down, punk." 

"Sorry, I'm not used to eating with anyone." She looked a bit embarrassed so now I kinda felt bad. 

"It's okay, neither am I no worries." Dinner was better than expected, I kind of felt like I was talking with an old friend. We have similar experiences when it came to schooling as she too went to an all girls Catholic high school and was an athlete. She's ex-military which is where we are different. She doesn't settle down because her career gets better when she moves. She did mention that she once had a serious girlfriend, had it not been for the wine, I doubt she would have revealed that part. It would seem she's a really private person.

We had coffee to end our dinner so that she would let the alcohol pass. 

"So I will see you tomorrow to check on the lab results on my jacket." She was so much more relaxed, I felt myself falling for her just because she was so sexy. Her voice was low and I could not take my eyes of her lips. She was standing in the doorway.

"No here you can take it back." I actually did really like it and the nice smell of her.

"You sure, you look really good in it." Why is she talking so low again and her lips look so juicy. Is she flirting with me?

"Yes, now you have to find a new reason to come see me, Santa." I pushed her out the door. 

I need a shower.

Navy blue cotton sheets, smooth on my back with a coolness in the air from the air conditioning but I'm still sweating. Droplets trickle down my chest, as I feel the cold breeze on my nipples, I can already see that they are at attention. Gentle hands caressing my thighs up and down between my legs but never on my sex. Why are you teasing me?

Those smooth hands going around my hips towards my stomach and underneath my breast. Now holding their weight in those hands. Gently stroking enough to be sexual and arouse me but not enough to make it count. Kisses placed on my thighs and a wet trail left on my legs as the air cools me down. Hands stroking my breast but never on the nipple why must you torture me. My hands are under my back to not allow me any ability to feel my tormenter. 

I'm aroused, I can feel the tension in my body and the stress in my muscles. My heart is beating faster and my breathing is labored. Moans escape my lips as my tormenter only laughs as I plead for more.

That mouth now kisses its way up to my center hovering over my mound, kissing my smoothness. A bite makes me groan in pleasure because there is no pain there. A coolness on my slit reminds me of the place where I truly want pleasure to exist. I lift up my hips and I hear a groan and my hips are pushed down. I need attention, I need more.

Finally one lick, two licks, three licks how many licks does it take to get to the center of my tootsie pop. Moans escape me as pleasure is brought on by a nimble tongue. It feels infinite and gentle but knowledgeable. The owner knows of the torture practices of oral sex. I feel this tongue on my outer lips and then inching closer to my clit. Why must you torture me my captor? Why are my hands still behind my back, I want them in your hair pulling you closer, to me give me the release I need from you, for you are the only one who can grant me this release. 

I am empty and the cool breeze returns where is that tongue that has tortured me so long. Ah yes it is now on my nipple licking and teasing side to side, up and down, all around. A bite, oh yes pull harder and harder. Yes, please make love to me. Now those precious hands are on my backside and the cuffs are released, but there is no pain from them being behind my back but mere tension, I am allowed to touch, to feel, caress free to my own demise. Smooth, delicate skin, muscles moving and straining against my fingers, moisture on the body and the smell of arousal is in the air. 

Those hands return to my legs up inside my thighs. Instantly no more teasing, no more torture, fingers tracing my lips, slowly going up and down my slit into my sweet center. Yes, please make me feel full, release me from this emptiness. First one then two and now a tongue on my clit, yes, please, faster, harder, more, please fill me up. Thrusting and pumping licking and biting. I feel teeth on my clit. Finally it is sucked between lips and grazed with teeth. Just a little more I feel the tension in my stomach, the stiffness of my body, I hold my breath and wait for sweet release. Yes, Yes, more, more, faster. I look down and see the sweet face of my tormenter Santana, Agent Solo, yes Santa I've been naughty please make me yours. A smile plays on her face and it pushes me over. I feel it from my head to my toes I pull away and let the tension pass. 

"FUCK." 

No, no it was all a dream. Damn you Santana how dare you invade my dreams. Fuck I thought the shower would have helped now I'm fucking wet, are you kidding me. I touch myself to find my pajamas soaked with my juices and my sweat. If only it would have been more than a dream. I need release and a shower or both at the same time. I need my vibrator. 

I have gone two whole days without seeing Agent Solo, I should've kept the jacket. Every night the dreams play out and I wake up frustrated each time it is different the first had me in hand cuffs at her mercy. The second was us in my office as she took me on my desk, fucking me like a machine, teasing me mercilessly. Each time those hands roamed freely and that body on mine, tingling sensations and waking up to find myself alone in bed and fucking horny. 

I mean I thought at least she would come in to the lab and check on me right. No. She called earlier and asked how it was going and I was grumpy so I gave her the quick run down and now I'm going home. No, it's time to forget about Agent Solo/Santa. Apparently I was wrong about whatever I thought was going on. I guess she wanted nothing to do with me after the party. Clubbing with friends tonight it is. I called Natasha to see if we could get together for one of our nights of stress relieving but she's in New York and I can't leave with this case on my desk. Leslie was in Europe for the next 2 weeks. Two weeks of torture getting turned on by a woman who doesn't even pay attention to me. 

I called my best friend and told her we were going out for a night of fun. She thought I had lost my mind I rarely want to go out, let alone a club on a weekday. Tonight though some hot girl and me is the only thing on my mind. So at 10:00 Jordan was at my house and we were off to a WeHo club that was so Hollywood, you have to dress for the occasion or you won't get in. 

We went straight in, the bouncer already knew us, Jordan's there all the time and I'm kind of unforgettable. The club was as good as ever lots of gorgeous and available women.

"Fuck me."

"Um, okay but I thought we were just friends, but I'm game if you want it that bad." She has been hanging out with me too long. 

"We have to go." I turned to leave but she had already seen me.

"Who's here?" I walked out to the smoking area because if I left it would be awkward. "You don't smoke Tiff where are you going?"

"Agent Solo and I know she saw me."

"That smoking hot cop from the party, that knew everything about you, that you were flirting with and then nothing."

"Dance with me Kitty." I had no time to react she wrapped her arm around my waist and whispered into my ear, with that damn seductive voice of hers. Oh the touch of my dreams. 

I turned my head to look at her, "No."

"Please." She was pouting and she pulled me in tighter. I could feel her body and the tightness of her muscles and the strength from her body, not to mention those large breast on my back. I wanted her more than anything but I was stubborn and she hadn't attempted to even be near me in two days, I was offended.

"No."

She sat her drink down, turned me around, keeping one hand at my hip and the other on my chin, leaned in with her lips barely brushing mine, "Please." I had to bite my tongue to suppress a moan. My hands were now on her stomach, I could feel her muscles through her shirt. 

"No." She kissed me, gently softly and sensually, I could taste her beer but then her sweet taste. I was stubborn but I wasn't crazy, I pulled her into me by her shirt and kissed back, parting my lips to kiss her. It was everything I had daydreamed it would be. She was delicate, her lips were perfect never intrusive, soft and juicy. I pulled away and said it one more time. "No."

She laughed and just looked at me while she licked her lips.

"Why kitty?"

"Tell me Santa why didn't you bother to get my number at the party."

"Are you two going to be okay? Because I can find my own steamy kiss inside."

I had completely forgotten about Jordan. I blushed, but it was too dark for either to see that. 

"Santa this is my best friend Jordan, hostess from the party AKA wonder woman." She was smiling holding me in her left arm as I rested on her, I felt comfortable, but why was I so comfortable when we were nothing to each other. Hell I only got this close with Jordan. 

"Pleasure to meet you again Jordan, my name's Santana." She put out her right hand and Jordan took it.

"Pleasure's all mine, have fun I'll see you two around." And with a slap to my ass she was gone.

"I knew who you were. I recognized you when you stood next to me from the pictures in all the files I had read on you. I didn't think it was fair that I knew all about you and you knew nothing. I knew I would see you soon enough. So how about that dance?" She wrapped her arms around me rubbing the small of my back. 

"I told you no. I'm much more expensive than some kiss." I was looking at her eyes, brown, beautiful and pure. Her hands were working wonders on my stubbornness but I had little control left. Why were we so comfortable? 

"Ouch I thought it was more than just some kiss. Please Kitty come dance with me, what does a girl have to do to get you to dance with her?" 

"A girl? Ask, but you? Well, I can't say that I want to dance with you." She wasn't even hurt she laughed it off.

"I know you want me just as much as I want you, so what's up?" She was now nibbling on my bottom lip, I'm a sucker for someone who appreciates my lips. I was melting into her and she knew it would only be seconds until I was hers.

"Stop." I didn't really want her to stop. "Why haven't I seen you in two days?" She smiled.

"You missed me?" She never left my lip.

"Stop. Maybe." She finally let it go. 

"After that dinner I didn't think I could resist you, seeing you in your lab or your office, alone. I'm sorry for not coming by...do you think you can forgive me?" She was so fucking cute and I was in so much trouble. I wanted her for more than just tonight. I pulled away and took her hand. 

"Maybe after a dance." I need a drink.

We danced all night for a few hours straight. She was good and she could definitely control those hips. All I could think of was her working me in bed with the moves she had on the dance floor. The way her body would mold to mine from behind while my ass was in such direct contact with her pussy area. I was in heaven imaging the different positions this could work to alleviate my sexual appetite for her. Every so often she would kiss me or whisper into my ear. Her hands were respectful, only on my hips or my waist never even on my ass, that I was so proud of. I was a little offended but it was cute it added to her charm. I had hopes for her and I, but she was the perfect woman.

At the end of the night she walked Jordan and I to the car and kissed me good night. I went home with Jordan, disappointed as hell. 

Friday morning came all to soon as I had only had about 4 hours of sleep and had to be in the office by 7:30. I was happy to see Agent Solo waiting for me at my lab door, but I was still mad about last night. 

"Good Morning Detective Prescott."

"Morning Solo, thanks for the coffee." She had a cup of Starbucks in her hand. I took it while unlocking the lab since I hadn't had time to get one myself. 

"Um, I think that it may be a lil strong for you." I took a sip, it was so not strong. I love coffee and I know how I like it. 

"Eh." I gave it back to her. She came in behind me and sat at one of the chairs in front of my desk. 

"Do we have anything new with the case?" 

"I should have all the results back by today. Definitely a murder and our victim was not on drugs of any sort until that day. We're looking for someone at least 5'9" from the blood splatter, right handed and female." I was walking around my office grabbing my lab coat and collecting the files I needed to show her. 

"Wow all that, huh. Okay that may fit the wife but I don't think she was even in town, are you sure it was a woman?" 

"Are you doubting me?" I was standing behind her and bent over to be just close enough to her ear, placing both arms around her and on my desk, while using my most assertive tone. 

"No...I was ...so we are looking for a woman?" I like making people nervous, but her even more so. 

"Yea I went over all the video footage from the hotel and she walked to the hotel. We lose her once she gets to the underground parking lot and she remains ambiguous in her gender, as she is wearing baggy clothes and a hat." 

"So you can determine it was her?" 

"She was the only person out of place."

"Alright I'll have everyone look for extra video feeds." 

"If you'll excuse me I have work to do." I left her in my office and went to my lab. I'm not sure what she wants from me so I prefer to keep my distance. We have an ongoing case we are working and I don't know how safe it is for us to continue with whatever it is were doing. 

She stepped out and left. Never taking her eyes off me. I know she wants me, I just don't know how bad or how far she is willing to go. 

The rest of the day was uneventful as I was not allowed to work on any other cases. There had been other deaths that were similar involving victims who were linked so I was asked to review the cases. I didn't get home until around 9 that night and I was exhausted. 

I fell asleep and around 12 I was woken up by my ringing phone. It was Agent Solo.

"What?" 

"Is that how you always answer your phone?"

"When I'm asleep, yes."

"There's been another murder and I need you to come out. I know you're off duty for the weekend but this takes precedent." 

"I hate you, that's twice now. I'm warning you, I'm grumpy."

"Then I guess you should hurry up and get ready, I'm outside waiting."

"Why are you always stalking me, I can drive myself." I am so grumpy.

"Because I was in the area when I got the call and I was trying to be nice since I figured you would be asleep but I guess I'll text you the address and you can get there yourself." She sounded hurt.

"Wait, I didn't mean to be rude. I'm sorry baby, I'll be right down, I just have to swing by my truck for my stuff." I hung up hoping she would just wait. I had wanted to make a point but I would rather ride with her and fall asleep on my way there. Shit did I seriously just say BABY.

When I got downstairs I only saw one car. It was a new Dodge Challenger in flat black paint with black rims and a dual race exhaust and smoked out windows. I think I fell in love......with the car of course. 

She stepped out of the car when she saw me and came over to help with my stuff. She had the cutest smile. Placing her hands on my hips she turned her head and bent down to kiss my lips. My stuff fell to the floor as my hands went to her face. I couldn't help but moan at the feel of her lips on mine. 

"Hey baby."

"Santa." Damn I can't even talk without sighing her name from my lips. 

She let go of me and picked up my stuff. 

"Thanks, sorry about my attitude. I can be a jerk when grumpy. Who did you take this sweet ride from?"

"No problem, I did wake you from your slumber. I took it from the dealership when I bought it." I could see her smiling from a mile away.

She put my stuff in her trunk and I got in the car. The interior was just as nice, with sports bucket seats and race car seat belts in red. 

"Should I be worried that I have to be strapped in with these contraptions?"

"No just buckle up, sit back and relax we have to go down to Malibu."

"Fine good night." I was asleep within a few minutes, she had music on but it just put me to sleep. I figured I should stay up but I was going to be doing a lot of work over the next few hours I needed some rest. I curled up into the fetal position and turned towards her. Her hand was on the shifter and at some point I took it into my own, wrapping it within my arms. I don't know when or how but that was how I woke up when we got off PCH. I always wake up when a car slows down. 

"Good morning sleepyhead." 

"Hey." I pulled her arm closer and then realized what I had done and let go. She took her arm back not saying anything. 

"We still have a few minutes before we get there you can go back to sleep. I'll wake you when we get there." I sat up in my seat.

"I'm okay thank you. Do you race this beauty?" She laughed holding back a grin.

"No, that would be illegal."

"What are you running V8, SRT 8 with magna flows?"

"How'd you know?" She looked surprised. 

"You can hear it and the pull is strong. You should let me drive us back home, I'll show you my city through my eyes."

"I don't know."

"Don't worry I'll take care of your baby."

"No one's ever driven her, besides me."

"Well, there's always a first for everything." I turned to look at her and stroked her forearm, for the first time realizing she had a full sleeve of tattoos on her right arm. She was usually in long sleeve blouses with blazers or jackets, today it was a V-neck T-shirt and loose jeans and chucks, sexy. 




A Kitty for Santa



"We'll see."

"Please." I placed my right hand on her tummy and stroked it up and down. 

"Um, maybe." She was trying to clear her throat. 

I undid my restraints and leaned over in my seat, cupping her chin with my right hand and placing my head on her shoulder. I bit her earlobe and a soft moan escaped her mouth. "Please." I kept her earlobe in my mouth, nibbling and sucking.

"I .....can't .....concentrate on what.... I'm supposed to be..... doing."

"Just say yes baby." Another moan escaped her mouth.

"Fine, yes." I jumped back into my seat.

"Thank You."

"Tease." She shook her head. 

"Says the woman who stalks me."

"I'm not stalking you." 

"MMMhhhhhhmmmm." 

We arrived at the house where the victim would be found. Reality set in that there was a dead body and that there was a crime scene that needed my attention.

We were led inside by her team and they were waiting outside the room for my instructions. It took me a few hours and by the time I was done it was about time for sunrise. 

"I have to go to the lab and get everything logged in and I'll take care of everything on Monday."

"You look tired, how about I treat you to breakfast?"

"Thanks but I can't exactly eat after that, I'm still not immune to it. How about coffee?"

"I can do that." We walked to her car and put everything in the trunk and I waited looking at her with my hand out. 

"You know what I want."

"Fine." She put her keys in my hand and gripped it with both hands and stepped in closer to me and looked into my eyes, for a second I was nervous. "No one has ever driven any of my cars so please take care of her. I'm trusting you and I'm not sure why, but I am." I would have kissed her but I realized there were many officers still around. 

"I will. I promise." She went around to the passenger seat and I went to the drivers side. 

I drove us to a Starbucks off of Sunset taking her down the windy road. My dad used to have a mustang that would spin out like crazy on wet surfaces or turns taken too sharply, I was used to having to handle a car that heavy on these streets. She was a little nervous at first but seemed to enjoy herself afterwards. The pull on the car was amazing and the power it emitted was such a turn on. When we finally got to the West Hollywood area I was actually feeling hungry.

"How about Ihop, before going to the office?"

"Sounds good." I took us to the one on Sunset right before Highland. 

She stepped out of the car and she came around to meet me. Taking me into her arms she kissed me hard and deep, free of care and with a hunger like never before, nothing like the first. When she finally let go I was breathless and leaned back onto the car. 

"You are so fucking hot and your driving skills make you irresistible. Where'd you learn how to drive like that?" My vision was a bit hazy and I was still trying to catch my breath. All I could do was pull her into me forcing her to hold me. I rested my head on her chest and she wrapped her arms around me.

"Senior year in high School, I used to take my dad's car and race with a friend and then my first few years in college." I finally looked up at her since I was leaning on the car and kissed her neck. "You smell good."

"Thank you, come on let's get some breakfast."

All through breakfast we talked about our love for cars, especially classics. She told me about how she loved the power of a strong car but only raced on tracks where it was safe. She asked about my need for speed and I was honest.

"I started street racing when I was 17. At first it was just for fun. Then we saw there was money in it and we started doing it for the money. I only did it once or twice a month and it was unlike any other feeling the rush and the thrill, the money was just a bonus. I stopped when I was 20. I had had several races under my belt and the guys never took well to losing to a girl. I was set to race one Friday night after two other cars. My friends were in the car in front of me, I had met them at the races. They took off and the other car lost control side swiping theirs, they spun out and the car hit a telephone pole and split in half during the collision. They died instantly and everyone took off. I stayed. I was so lost but answered all questions for the cops and of course I didn't mention that I was next to race. Since that day I've never raced again."

"Wow."

"Thanks again for letting me drive your car I know it must have taken a lot for you." I was looking at my coffee as we had sat across from each other. She reached over and lifted my chin.

"You can be very convincing." Damn that crooked smile and her voice so god damn sexy. 

"Sorry?" I am sure I was blushing. 

"Don't be I enjoyed it you really know the streets and the way you control my car, it's amazing."

She paid for the food and I handed her back the keys. I had had enough fun for one day. 

She drove us back to the office and waited for me in my office as she was my ride. I would notice her looking at me every now and then at the lab and would just smile. When I wasn't noticing, she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist and brought her lips to my ear. I instantly exhaled. 

"Why can't I resist you?" I moaned as her voice was intoxicating and filled with lust. A lust that was bottled up inside me as well, waiting to be set free. 

I leaned back into her feeling her breasts pressing against me, her arms around my waist caressing my body, her lips brushing against my ear. 

"Probably the same reason I want you." I felt as if I moaned my response instead of having spoken the words. I turned around to face her, to look into those big brown eyes. I wrapped my arms around her neck. "We can't do this, we work together and I'm not the type to just sleep with just anyone." Truth is I wasn't holding back, our lips were brushing against each other but I wasn't kissing her and she wasn't either.

"I agree with you and I'm trying really hard to not undress you right now and for the record I don't think I'm just anyone."

"What are we doing?"

"I don't...I'm not sure." 

It took everything in me but I had to pull away. I couldn't do this. I can't just sleep with someone out of lust, when it could ruin everything we have, that's not like me. Although I felt something more for her, I just wasn't ready to admit it to myself or her. 

"You should go I'll get a ride home no worries." She looked defeated and she walked away from me. I turned back around to the work on my table. 

"Fine." She walked out of the office and the door slammed shut. 

I wanted her, not just for sex, but I don't think she wants a relationship and we hardly know each other. This isn't something I can do and it makes it harder for me but I have to keep some sort of order in my life. I called my sisters and no one was able to pick me up. I called Jordan and she said she would be here by 1:00 PM, it was barely 11. I would be able to get some work done. 

I was lost but at the same time I knew exactly what was going on. I liked Santana and wanted to date her and maybe we could have some sort of relationship. Although I didn't want someone to just sleep with, that's not me. Even with Natasha it took years for her and I to become casual sex and with Leslie well honestly that was the wicked devil within me acting out. It sucks sometimes, but I so over think certain things. Like if I sleep with someone and they come to my place what if they take my money or my stuff or while I'm asleep they call someone over and then rob my place. Then if I go to their place what if they have something set up. Then there's STD's, that part is even more of a reason to get to know who you're with. I know it's paranoia but I can't pretend, I would rather avoid it and just wait until I trust someone. 

I need to get some and soon before I lose all control with Santana. 

'What are you doing?'

'Undressing you.'

'Santana I want you, but not here not on my desk.'

'No more waiting. I want you and I'm gonna do what we both want.'

My lab coat was now on the floor, next to my desk. I took off her blazer and I could feel her biceps straining against her shirt. Those strong arms had me pinned to the desk and were working to remove my blouse, while I undid her belt and the button on her pants. I need this, I need her. 

I kissed her lips wanting to taste all of her. Dueling tongues struggling for control. I moved away and she kissed my neck, biting and licking her way down to my collar. I pushed her pants down and wrapped my hands in her hair. I wanted her to consume me. She finally got my shirt off, that went with my coat, she pulled my pants off and I was left in my black lace thong and the matching bra. She took off her shoes and pants as I pulled her shirt over her head. She was magnificent, muscle and soft skin, in a black bra and black hipster undies. She is so fucking sexy. 

I traced her abs and she pulled me into her. 

I moaned as she wrapped her fingers around my breast. It started as soft delicate exploratory touches, with each action came a reaction from me and soon she had me moaning with her simple touches allowing the lacy texture to play with my emotions. 

Damn it another dream, I'm not even at home in bed, asleep, no I'm at work. FUCK! What woke me up?

There was a buzz it was around 12 that's what woke me up. Someone was at the door of my lab. 

"What are you doing here?" I could see her through the screen on my computer and the intercom is connected to my phone. 

"Let me in, please."

I buzzed her in and went to the lab door.

"What are you..." She had flowers, lilies to be exact, in one hand and a box of Ferrero Rocher with a bow in the other. 

"If you're not busy tonight I would like to take you to dinner?" She looked so cute and nervous looking down with the flowers and candy, she hadn't changed. I don't remember the last time anyone brought me flowers. I was smiling and inside I wanted to jump into her arms but I had to play it cool. It was my favorite candy, maybe she knows me a little to well. 

"Are you serious?" I had a huge grin. She placed the flowers on the counter top and took my hands in hers. 

"Please. Come on let me take you to dinner and then we can go dancing I like doing that with you. I know we work together but after this case we won't anymore and it's not like either one of us is the others supervisor so technically we're equals."

"I don't know Solo I mean what do you expect to get out of me?"

"A date?"

"Only a date?"

"Yes, ma'am, and maybe a good night kiss but is it so hard to believe that I like spending time with you."

"All right but you have to take me home to change first." 

"Deal can I hang out with you until we go. I don't want to drive all the way home and then come back for you."

"Hhhmmm are you just trying to get into my bed." I pulled her into me by her shirt, honestly I just like getting my hands on those abs any chance I get. 

"No when that happens I promise you will take me there yourself, you will ask me." That low seductive voice, its gets lower when she wants me. She took my hands in hers and wrapped them around her waist. 

"Are we getting ahead of ourselves?" 

"Just letting you know how it'll happen."

"Come on let's go. Thanks for the candy and flowers by the way, its sweet." I grabbed my candy and flowers and she picked up my backpack for me and we were headed back to my place.

Always the amazing in control person she showered and changed while I did the same. We don't work traditional hours most of us carry some sort of extra clothes with us. Especially when we can get dirty. Then we watched TV together for a while and a few times we fell asleep in each others arms. When I was with her I was at peace and I didn't mind. There was a comfort with her that I had not felt in a long time. With my ex it took almost 6 months for me to be that comfortable with her. With Santana it's as if we've been friends for years. I willingly cooked dinner for her and have already driven her car and she's met my best friend. 

We had dinner at Lala's, an Argentine restaurant on Melrose. We talked and talked and talked and there never seemed to be a dull moment between us. When we were done we went to the club where we first kissed and we danced for hours straight. Yes, we snuck in a few kisses here and there but nothing too graphic. Dancing with her was like moving in water we just flowed together. Movement didn't require leading, we were one. Her hands held me tight and I knew she was making sure everyone knew I was with her. It wasn't possessive it was more protective than anything. I liked her and although I wasn't sure what she wanted from me I was happy just to be with someone who wanted to be with me. 

Then came going home I thought okay she did say good night kiss right. She walked me to my building lobby, kissed me good night and left. All I could do was smile and walk to my place, she was going to make me work for her. 

Come Monday morning I was going insane wondering what the hell was going on between us. I mean I like her and she likes me and we're kind of dating but not really. She's coming in today and we need to go over the case. I think we'll be here all day throwing ideas around, determining the who and why and how do we find them.

She came in around 8:00 AM with coffee for both of us. It was great seeing her although I kind of wanted to have my way with her on my desk when I saw her. 

We spent 4 hours going over a few of the cases the FBI had worked on that were correlated with the case, finding patterns, putting evidence together. 

It was difficult going off of just pictures since I had only seen 2 of the crime scenes. The picture however, was clear. Eight of their cases all were set up to look like accidents or suicides or thefts, but truthfully they were all murders. Making this a serial killer. 

I thought we would grab some lunch together around 12 and then came the surprise of my day. 

"Detective Prescott, there's an Agent Butler here to see you," over the intercom.

"What is this about?"

"Pertaining to the case you're working on, she says she's with Agent Solo."

"Send'er up." I went back to my lab where Solo was sitting, looking at pictures. 

"Do you know an Agent Butler?" That got her attention, she sat up and put down the papers. 

"Why?" Great the let's pretend game. 

"Do you yes or no?" 

"Yea, why?" Her eyebrows were scrunched.

"Did you call her in on this case?"

"No but she worked a few of the other cases with me until I took full control and she took another assignment, why?"

"Seriously, are you like 2? Stop asking why, because she's here and looking for me that's why." She went pale and she's white so that was hard. 

"Shit." She stood up and walked towards me, I was in the doorway of my office leaning on the frame. "There's something you should now before she walks in." There was a knock on the door and I buzzed her in. 

"Too late. You must be Agent Butler, come in." She walked over to shake my hand. Then wrapped her arms around Santana and went to kiss her on the lips when Santana moved her head, turned her cheek and slightly pushed her away. 

"I see you and my wife have become acquainted." Cue my poker face. 

"Your wife, I didn't know she was married, but yes we are acquainted. I was forced into working this investigation with her."

I hate women. Wife? Are you shitting me? Why take it slow, why not just get me in bed and done? Why take me out on a date? Shoot me now please for the love of all things holy, shoot me now so I don't kill her. No emotion, do not show emotion she's just like everyone else relax. 

"Jane what are you doing here?" She pushed her away. She looks defeated, makes sense her lie is out in the open. 

"Well, honey there was a murder in a hotel in Vegas I think it correlates with your theory on the cases. They've called me in because I know the area and they need you and Detective Prescott there." 

She was adjusting Agent Solo's shirt collar and Agent Solo kept pushing her hands away. I don't think I would push my wife away that much. Then again I wouldn't cheat on my "Wife." Shit I said that out loud.

"Solo can I see you in my office?"

"Yea, Jane stay put please." She closed the door behind her and followed me behind my desk as I sat on it facing away from the door. 

"Please let me explain." She tried to grab my hands but I pulled them away and she backed up.

"For fuck's sake please do, because I'm 2 seconds away from shooting you." 

"Yes, she is technically my wife but were not together and haven't been for the past year."

"You went full circle and got no where, is what I just heard. Are you married?"

"Yes, technically I am."

"That's all that matters, get out of my office I'll be out in a second."

"No, please Tiff I really like you and I'm not gonna let her ruin my life again. Please, we separated a year ago and she tried to work things out but I have a lawyer working on the divorce and she knows it." Her voice was pleading almost begging, she got it out as quickly as possible. 

"Why didn't you mention it before? Why didn't you call her out on it outside?" I was no longer hiding my anger, and I had raised my voice. 

"I don't know, I guess because I thought you wouldn't believe that I was getting divorced. I didn't call her out on it because if she knows you and I have anything she'll make our lives impossible. She wants me back and will do anything to make sure I'm not happy unless I'm with her. I'm sorry Tiffany, I really am and I know it sounds ridiculous but I promise you I'm not some cheater who just wants to have sex with you, I promise."

"Look I know when I'm beat and I know I can't get out of this case even if I tried. We work together and when this is all said and done you leave me alone and stay out of my life." I pushed her away and walked out to the lab where her wife...no where Agent Butler was sitting. I can't jump to conclusions about her, although I know she gives me the creeps. She seems fake and that's coming from a blonde who has green eyes and her birth family is Mexican, most people think I'm fake. 

She tried to talk to me but I wasn't having it. 

"Detective Prescott, here is your boarding pass for the plane and there will be a car waiting for you at the airport. They need you to get there ASAP as the crime scene is about 2 days old. I can only put them off for so long. Santana and I will meet you there soon after." She was so fake-nice.

"That's all wonderful but I don't take my orders from you." I really don't like the FBI right now, they are so on my shit list. 

"Feisty, I like it." She stood up and walked towards me. "You work for Agent Solo and she works for the FBI, therefore, you are now working for me as well." Her voice was in a whole other tone, typical authoritative bullshit now, ugh, shoot me now, please. 

Santana came from behind me and stood between us, her back to me. 

"She doesn't work for me, she's working with me and she doesn't take her orders from me nor you. If you need her for something you go to her superiors and ask for her to work with you." Oh now you want to stand up for me. Don't think for one-second that this is your way back to me. 

"Well, now that that is settled, I was going to lunch. Have a good day ladies." I grabbed my backpack and left they could show themselves out and there are plenty of cameras to catch anything they may do. 

I figured that if any of this was true I would have someone on my phone within the hour asking me to do this. I went home packed a bag, grabbed some food and just as I was about to go back to the office my phone rang. 

"Detective Prescott... Yes sir..... Vegas well I guess I can go....No it's not too much trouble...Do I get spending money? Perfect I will fly back tomorrow afternoon...I have to what? Stay how long? Yes Sir I understand. Thank You Sir."




A Kitty for Santa



See I'm a Detective, who is also very good at my job and most people don't know that I have a PhD in Forensic and Behavioral Science. Although, I started out like all other officers, at the Academy. I'm a rarity as most forensic people aren't Detectives and vice versa. I'm good enough that a lot of people owe me favors. I have done nothing illegal but I have pulled off some miracles. Therefore, I don't exactly have a supervisor. I'm also so good at what I do that no one wants to be on my bad side. When Santana or Agent Solo requested me I was kind of shocked that she wasn't a pompous prick who tried to force me to do what she wanted. Her wife on the other hand well she has been shit listed, this is going to be her worst nightmare. 

I was told that Agent Butler would give me anything I needed and I have a budget that allows for upgrades. 

"Hi, Agent Butler this is Detective Prescott. I was just calling to let you know that I need a ride to the airport. Your wife knows where I live, so the faster you get here the faster I get to the crime scene. Thanks." I hung up, explain that Santana. 

I know it might have been childish, but one: I needed this character to know that I was a force to be reckoned with. Two: I needed to make her work hard if she was going to get me to work with her. She would have to call in favors and that's always fun. Three: I needed time to think about how I would handle Agent Solo. 

Sin City here I come. 

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