The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, the only sound in the otherwise quiet apartment. The air is heavy with the scent of strong coffee and takeout containers that have long gone cold. Papers are scattered across the table, filled with notes, crime scene photos, and timelines that no longer seem to make sense. You and Sienna have been at this for hours, but the elusive connection you're searching for remains just out of reach.
Sienna, your new partner, sits across from you, her usually sharp blue eyes dulled with exhaustion. Her dark hair is pulled back into a messy bun, and there’s a tension in her posture that tells you she’s just as frustrated as you are. The case—one that started as a straightforward murder investigation—has spiraled into something much more complex, with dead ends at every turn.
She leans back in her chair, rubbing her temples. “We’re missing something,” she mutters, more to herself than to you. “There’s got to be a link we’re not seeing.”
You glance at the board you've set up against the wall, covered in photos of suspects, maps, and timelines. It’s all starting to blur together in your tired mind. “We’ve gone over it a dozen times, Sienna. Maybe we’re too close to it.”
She sighs, dropping her hands and leaning forward again, her elbows slams on the table. "Damn it!"
“I hate to say it, but you might be right. We need fresh eyes, or at least a fresh perspective.”
You nod, taking a deep breath and looking over at her. Despite the late hour and the frustration
“Maybe we should call it a night,” you suggest. “Get some sleep and come back to it in the morning.”
Sienna looks at you, her expression softening just a bit. “You’re probably right,” she agrees, though there’s still a stubborn set to her jaw that tells you she doesn’t really want to let it go. “But I’m not going to be able to sleep with this hanging over us.”
Sienna sighed, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was nearing midnight, and the tension in the penthouse was palpable.
I am Susan, an experienced female investigator and currently head of our department. Sienna is working with me on this case "You haven't even changed, you are still with that undercover sexy outfit"
Sighing heavily, Sienna runs her fingers through her dark messy bun before letting it fall back down onto her shoulders. "I know I should change," she mutters, pulling at the hem of her tight black shirt in frustration. "But with all this going on... It's hard to focus on anything else." Her eyes flick over towards Susan, a hint of challenge in them. "It's not like you'd understand anyway, being on duty 24/7 and all..."
"You look good like that, you don't have to change" I answer with a lewd smile
Sienna narrows her eyes, trying not to look flustered at Susan's compliment. "Well, maybe I should go change anyway," she says stiffly as she starts to push herself out of her chair. "I don't want anyone seeing me like this and getting the wrong idea."
As she stands up, Sienna is tall with a nice bust and an ass that fill out her pants perfectly.
I reach for your hand and stop you "It is just us here, nobody else is going to see you"
Hesitating only briefly, Sienna looks down at Susan's hand and reluctantly allows herself to be guided back into her chair. "Fine," she grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest. "But just for a few minutes." Her eyes dart around the room nervously as she tries to ignore the heat that seems to rise in her cheeks.
"I am sure you did your job perfectly fine, this outfit is effective, even on me"
Sienna huffs out a small laugh, more amused than impressed by the statement. "Yeah, well, I suppose it did its job. But if we don't crack this soon... I might have to rethink my choice of undercover gear." She glances down at her clothes again before looking back up at Susan, a slightly wicked grin tugging at the corner of her lips. "You never know what kind of perks one might get from working with you, hm?"
"What do you mean?" I ask that and I take off my shirt, remaining in just my tank top, because it is too hot
As Susan removes her shirt, revealing the form-fitting black tank top beneath, Sienna can't help but feel a wave of heat spread through her body. She swallows hard, eyes locked on Susan's chest as she struggles to maintain some semblance of professionalism. Her cheeks flush darker with arousal, and she feels herself growing wet between her legs at the sight.
"Nothing," she says softly, looking away briefly before forcing herself to meet Susan's gaze once more. "Just... a little harmless fun." She licks her lips unconsciously, tongue darting out to moisten them as she leans forward in her chair. "I just hope we can find what we need before things get too crazy around here."
"Fun you say?"
I run a finger between your tits and pull you by your shirt, moving our lips close to one another. I dart out my tongue to lick your upper lip
Her breath catches in her throat as Susan's finger teases her skin, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric of her shirt at the sensation. She moans softly into the kiss, their lips sliding together in a wet, hungry embrace. Sienna feels a desperate need growing inside her, an ache that only Susan seems capable of satisfying.
Without thinking, she reaches up and grabs the back of Susan's head, pulling her closer still as she groans into their kiss. She knows they shouldn't be doing this, but the lust overpowers her better judgment, making her reckless and needy for more. Her hips begin to rock forward against Susan's hand, seeking release from the building tension in her body.
Her lips part, hungry for more contact as Susan's tongue darts out to stroke her own. Moaning around the kiss, she arches further into their embrace, her chest pressing against Susan's touch with a desperation that only feeds the fire growing inside of her. Sienna knows they shouldn't be doing this but the taste of Susan on her tongue, the feel of her body against hers... it all overwhelms any semblance of reason.
Without letting up for even a moment, she slides one hand down between them, fingers seeking entrance to where she most needs release. "Fuck," she whispers, hips bucking into Susan's touch as she begins to fuck her own hand in time with the rhythm of their lips and bodies.
"You are so hot and sexy. I need to taste your whole body"
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to writhe against Susan's touch, their bodies pressed so tightly together that it feels like they are one. "Please," she whispers, fingers still busy at her own pleasure but aching for more of Susan. She pulls away from the kiss just enough to gasp out, "Taste me..." before sliding down in her chair to unbutton and part her slacks, revealing a hint of black lace beneath.
"Here," she moans, spreading herself open for Susan's touch as she urges her partner's mouth closer still, the need growing too powerful to ignore any longer. She arches into the contact as soon as their lips meet once more, driving her hips upward in a vain attempt at bringing them both the release they crave.
I lick down your neck and focus on your perfect cleavage "Mmm these titties are so firm and tasty"
Her back arches as Susan's tongue sweeps across her neck and down to her cleavage. "Fuck," she groans, fingers digging into the skin of her thighs as she writhes beneath the sensation. The wet heat between her legs grows tighter with every stroke, every moan that escapes their lips. She's so close now, on the edge of losing herself completely to this raw and primitive need.
Her hips jerk upwards again as she pants out, "Please..." Her voice is ragged and desperate, pleading for release even as her body thrashes against the limits of self-control.