She sighs, a pout still evident on her face, but in all honesty, she feels like the lieutenant is kind of full of hot air - he knows how well they work together, he knows their partnership isn’t some sort of joke, and she doubts he’d really pull them apart. Not if he was thinking straight - not if he was thinking logically. She gives him a small smile, shaking her head, “No way he’s going to even try,” she mumbles, turning so she’s straddling his waist. She puts her plate down, then snatches his beer out of his hand and takes a long pull, smirking at him as she puts it down on the table, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, pulling back and smiling at him, “we’re too good…they need us.”
He probably should be, but Dex isn’t worried. He’s never really been one to listen to authority anyway. Rules and shit don’t scare him. He grins as she straddles him and sets the plate aside. “Mhmmm, that’s right” he grins, leaning in to kiss her lips. He’s glad she doesn’t seem to be letting it get to her. It’s the last thing she needs when she’s finally been given a clean bill of health. “Speaking of needing…you know what I need?”
She doesn’t really hear anything Silver says - she’s a bit too preoccupied, with him kissing rice off of her shoulder and all - until, that is, the word “re-assignment” blares through the speaker. She turns her head quickly towards the phone, knocking it against Dex’s and letting out a whine, “Did…re-assignment, sir? Is that…is that really necessary?” Her skin feels clammy, and hot, and she can practically feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she waits for the answer, (“We’ll talk on monday, Monroe. Have a good night,”) and then tosses her phone away, running a hand through her hair. She looks up at Dex, her eyes slightly wide, “I…fuck,” she bites her lip, feeling stupid for being so flippant about the whole thing in the first place, “he can’t…really re-assign us, can he? I mean…we’re…we’re partners.”
Dex shakes his head, glaring at the phone and reaching to click it off. “He’s just being a hothead” he explains. Their lieutenant isn’t the nicest guy, that’s for sure. And he’s had his ass on his shoulders ever since the whole thing with Katie came out and all. “I mean..he might try…but I have my ways of getting what I want at the station” he said rubbing her hair and trying to calm her down. He ways at the station generally included reminding them who his father had been. Dex might be a mediocre cop, but his old man had been a legend on the force. Died a hero. His son wasn’t above banking on that from time to time, if need be.
She shakes her head at his ass comment, laughing as she scrolls through her contacts and finds Silver, pressing on his name and hitting send. She leans back into him, putting the call on speaker so she can be as lazy as possible. She presses her nose into the side of his neck and takes a deep breath, listening to the phone ring, until she hears a gruff sounding voice answer, ignoring pleasantries, “All clear, Monroe?”
She smiles, keeping her eyes shut, “All clear,” she announces, laughing as Dex drops a forkful of sticky rice onto her bare shoulder, “you better clean that up,” she mumbles, hoping Silver can’t hear the side conversation, “and sooner rather than later, please.” She presses her teeth lightly into his neck, flicking her eyes up to him, feeling the devilish glint she was sure he’d noticed as Silver talked about some sort of “conflict of interest” she wasn’t really paying attention to.
He remains mostly quiet and eating while she dials the phone to Silver. He might not would have chosen to do the whole thing on speaker, but Alex has a mind of her own so he just grins and shakes his head while she communicates with their boss. Then of course she starts kissing his neck, and he has to hold in several little groans or else make things more awkward. Of course, her giggling when he drops food on her doesn’t help. He dips to kiss it off, and doesn’t even really pay attention to their superior’s indignant tones.
She sighs, taking a long sip of her beer and popping a piece of chicken into her mouth, “I tried,” she sighs, “he told me to call him after I got back from the doctor, so he could make sure I was cleared before he got me in trouble…though not exactly in those exact words,” she frowns. She leans her head back against him and tugs her phone out of her pocket, “which I was, by the way. I’m super healthy, apparently - overly healthy, even,” she sticks her tongue out at him and pokes him in the chin with it, laughing at the face he makes, “they totally want to make an example out of me. Possibly a diagram. Put me in a medical journal, all of that.”
He laughs at her joke, scooping up fork full of rice and managing to make it to his mouth without spilling it everywhere. “Yeah, I could see them putting you in an anatomy book…under the section for ass as an example of good one” Dex takes another drink as she pokes at him with a fork. “I’m glad you’re good though babe…Silver will be glad to hear it too.” Maybe now everything could just return to normal. The way it was before the shooting happened. They both needed that.
She laughs as the puppy scratches at her leg, pressing another kiss to his lips and smirking at him, “I get the hard job, huh,” she sticks her tongue out at him, slipping out of his grip and scooping the puppy up. She messes with him for a few seconds, pressing a kiss to his fur before she plops him down on the floor, dumping food into his dish and laughing as the dog scampers to the dish and starts wolfing down his food. She walks to the fridge, grabbing two beers and then brings them out to the couch, sitting down next to him and grabbing the plate he’d made for her off the table, “I have really good taste,” she laughs, after taking a bite of her sesame chicken, “really good taste, mmm.”
“Yes you do…in everything” he jokes as she leans back against him, and they settle into the couch with their beer and dinner and he flips the TV on. Nothing is really on, so he finally settles on some old re-run of a sitcom they both like and lets it play as background noise. “You talk to Silver today?” he asked poking around in his plate and then taking a swig of beer. Their chief had been giving them a hard time about their relationship, and Alexa had went to talk to him today.
Alexa’s nightmares had almost completely halted in the past few weeks - and after work, she’d finally been able to go to the doctor for full clearance. She’d gotten checked out, and everything - almost surprisingly, considering how terrible the nightmares had been, - was fine. She’d gotten the doctor’s okay, and she was actually happy about it. On the way home, she picks up a bottle of wine and some chinese food, hauling it up to the apartment and kicking open the door. She kicks her shoes off, laughing as the puppy runs to the front door and jumps at her, lightly kicking him away as she makes her way into the kitchen and sets the bags down on the counter, smiling when she feels Dex’s arms wrap around her from behind, “Hello,” she smiles, turning her head and pressing a kiss to his cheek, “I got dinner.”
Life in the last few weeks had been really great. Alexa had been feeling much better, Hooch was a great pup, everything was going great. It’s made even better by the smell of chinese food that wafts into the apartment with his girlfriend. Dex stretches his arms tighter around her as she leans in to kiss his cheek. He plants the next on her lips. “It smells great too, baby” He’s fresh out of the shower so he’s only in a pair of gym shorts and an old muscle shirt. He’s ready to crash on the couch with her for a lazy night. He feels the dog swooping their legs. “I guess you better feed him” he laughs kissing her again “I’ll fix the plates”
He feels her gripping him tightly inside her, and hit only makes him take her rougher. He holds her tight with one arm, while the other grips the stall to hold them steady. They’re both panting and groaning, and he goes deeper and starts to feel her clenching around him. He…
Dex comes right after her, groaning her name in her ear and resting his head in the crook of her neck. He settles there against her, pumping a few more slow times for them to both ride out their high. He bites at the skin of her shoulder, and then helps her slide slowly off of him. “I guess coming to the club was a good idea after all” he smiles.
She digs her nails into his neck, letting out a loud moan from the back of her throat, “Shoulda stayed,” she moans, “gotten a show,” she wraps her legs even tighter around her back, feeling her toes curl into his back, “shit,” she whines, as he hits her spot hard, sending a shiver down her spine, “there.”
He feels her gripping him tightly inside her, and hit only makes him take her rougher. He holds her tight with one arm, while the other grips the stall to hold them steady. They’re both panting and groaning, and he goes deeper and starts to feel her clenching around him. He takes the arm away from steadying them, and reaches in between her legs to massage her clit as they rock. “Fuck…right there, huh?”
Dex nods at her command, already having planned to clear the bathroom with their loud sounds. If there were less people in the club, they might stand the risk of getting thrown out, but he doubted unless they were really unlucky that anyone that worked here would find out….
He speeds up without hesitation, drilling her against the side of the stall glad that it’s sturdy. Dex hears the door open a crack, but between Alex’s moans and the buckling sound of their bodies against the wood it’s obvious what’s going on and the person doesn’t stick around long. He smirks into her neck. “Mmm, almost had an audience” he grunts in her ear, digging his fingers into her hips as he holds her tighter so he could push in rougher.