SEEKER

BIRTHDAY CELEBRATIONS

After what felt like an eternity scrubbing footage. I had a lead. I walked to my desk. Everyone was back. “I got a hit off the plates from the traffic cam footage.” I announced. “Person of interest’s name is Jeff Barnes. Address in Soho.“ I grabbed my jacket and badge. “Come on Devin, let’s go get him,”

Devin looked up at me. “Uhm… does forced leave mean anything to you?”

I shook my head, smiling.

“Don’t you have plans?” he asked.

“Plans?” I blanked. “Oh s**t,” I muttered as I remembered. I checked the time. It was quarter to 6. I stared at the time, willing it to go slower.

Lucy walked in with coffee. “ It was not her apartment. False address. Witnesses had never even seen or heard of her-” She looked at me “What the f**k are you still doing here?”

“It would make sense if this was your actual case, but like… you are on admin leave.” Devin said.

“I guess I am leaving now then,” I said. “But-”

“f**k off,” Devin said, at the same time Lucy said, “Go.”

“Well, f**k you guys too,” I said. The panic of being late took over. I was really late for dinner … s**t. I grabbed my things and ran to my car. The second I got in, I called him. He didn’t answer. Are you kidding me? It went to voicemail.

“McCarty. Leave a message,”

I hung up. Frustrated. It was 6:07 p.m when I got home. (pretty sure I had a few fines). I scanned the parking lot quickly, trying to see his car, but it was not there. That stopped me cold. What? I scanned again, slower and still nothing. His car was not there. Here I thought I had screwed up his plans. No real penalty for stuffing the plans, but I just didn’t wanna do that. I’d hate it if he stuffed up my plans. I grabbed my phone to call him again but I saw a voice message. It was from Kellan. How did I miss that? I dialed my voicemail and listened. I walked at a more leisurely pace towards the elevator.

“Hey beautiful. A lead came through. I’ll be late. At least half 7. Bump the plans up to 8…” There was a voice in the back. Said that it had got him or something. “Wheels up in 2. Let’s go. “ he spoke away from the phone. That was not meant for me. “Ah s**t…” his voice got a little louder. “Do take your time. See you tonight baby.”

I sighed in relief. I checked the time. I still needed to get ready and it was 6:10 p.m. I got out of the elevator and waltzed home. Talia had gotten home before me.

“Hey hey.” I greeted. She was making dinner. Only for one, I noted. She knew Kellan had plans. I smiled.

“Hey birthday girl.”

“Did Martha come in today?” I asked her and dropped my bag on the couch.

She nodded. “She is a very nice lady. Cleaned my room too. What are you doing here?” she settled down on the couch. “I thought that you and Kellan had plans,”

“We still do. He’s just a little late.” I shrugged. “Caught a lead or something,”

“You are late too,” she smirked. “Oh crap. Need to switch on my data,” as soon as she did, her phone went off, buzzing like crazy.

"Who were you avoiding?" I asked.

"Connor,"

I knew better than to ask so I leisurely walked upstairs. I was half way up when I turned to face her. “I don’t even know what to wear,” I put a hand on my forehead. “Whatever shall I do?” I said with faux dismay.

She laughed and looked up from her phone. “Say no more fair maiden.”

“However shall I thank you, my dear,“ I said. We had a joke of sounding like damsels. Forgot how it started really. We had a thing for faux melodrama and we irritated each other to death with it. So much so, it became a thing. We were kids when it started and it was before things fell apart. It’s a good thing that we were building it together. We giggled our way upstairs.

There was a strapless, lacy, red and black lingerie on the bed. Red bra with black lace patterning paired with red undies that had black lace detailing on the front. The lace detailing on the bra turned into a sheer bodice for my midsection. Body hugger for days. Next to it, there was a long number. Red. Strapless. Beautiful silver detailing around the waist , very high slit. The top was corset-like.

“I am supposed to dress you,” she said, and showed me the text from Kellan. Sent around the same time as his voice message.

“Isn’t this too formal?” I asked. Hoping she’d slip up and accidently give me an idea about these plans.

“Uhm, I am under strict instructions to get you in this attire,” she said. Okay so it was formal. It was a start.

“Where does this come from?” I asked.

“You haven’t guessed yet?” she teased. I side-eyed her although she was right. I did know where this came from. She continued without a pause. “The lingerie is my birthday gift. The dress is all him… and the shoes.”

“He did all this?” I said. A little overwhelmed really, I felt like ugly crying. She nodded.

“Lemme leave you to get dressed. I am hungry,” she said.

I showered quickly. I thanked divine providence for having waxed. I knew my kitty and I had to be ready. Birthday s*x. I walked out of the bathroom. I was struck again by the beauty of the dress and the underwear. The dress was so gorgeous in its effortlessness. I tried Kellan’s phone again but it went to voicemail. I sighed and reached for the lingerie.

It was an absolutely gorgeous, tight-fitted outfit. I took a minute to check it out. The feel of it on my skin. Felt amazing. I gave my sister the Spanish Inquisition when she got back in the room to check on me. She revealed nothing. She was so tight-lipped, it was maddening. I gave up.

I actually liked this lingerie. I'm going to need him to not go Hulk on it. I checked my ass out. Oh wow. I looked at the dress for awhile. I looked for the price but it had been removed. I narrowed my eyes. How much was this? Ungh! I hated surprises. I hated costly surprises even more. I also hated presents. Thought it was just dinner but now… feel like I was getting ready for the Oscars. Where was he taking me …?

I slipped it on. It fell gracefully, complimenting my body. It was an absolutely flattering dress. My boobs looked amazing. I turned around to see my butt. Hour glass figure like a boss. I went from a racy vixen to a picturesque lady. I would look all alluring now, then he’d take off the dress and BA-BAM, he wouldn’t know what hit him. I smiled at myself. I put on his gift from this morning.

I checked the time. It was quarter to 8. I heard him come in downstairs. He exchanged pleasantries with Talia. I had just finished my make up. Nude lip. Lip balm things. I was in the mood for making out and I couldn’t do that whilst smearing gloss and lipstick all over him. Smoky eye. Fleeked my brow. Fleeked my winged liner. Fleeked my contours. Fleeked everything. I grabbed my bag, shoved my badge into my bag and made my way downstairs. I spared a glance at my back-up, momentarily. I knew I could not hold a gun just yet, so I left it. I couldn’t. I shook it off before it really ruined my night and waltzed downstairs. I had the black stilletos in my hand when I tiptoed to him. I looked at the time. Ten to 8. I had actually done it.

“How’s work?” Kellan asked Talia.

“It is great.” She prattled on about how amazing it was. She looked up at me, which then prompted him to turn around and look at me.

He smiled. “Wow,”

I looked him up and down. “Wow yourself,”

He had not taken his eyes off of me. It wasn’t a dirty stare. It turned me on regardless. I felt so much warmth in my chest. I was never ready for these reactions, always so overwhelming and strong.

Talia winked at me. “You look amazing,” she said. “Have fun tonight guys,” Talia headed for her bedroom door.

“Zip me up, please,” I asked Kellan. Talia stopped, doubled back. “No, I got it,” Kellan raised his hands and leaned back on the counter, smiling. “He can’t see the lingerie,” she whispered in my ear. I nodded, understanding. I pulled on my shoes.

“Ready.” I said.

“You look absolutely stunning.” He said sincerely.

“You do not look so bad yourself,” I said. “Back up suit?” I asked and grabbed onto the lapels of his blazer. I loved him in navy suits. Navy suit. Light blue shirt. Brown belt and shoes. Dark blue tie. His hair was a little wet still. I ran a hand through it.

“Not a back-up suit. Asked Martha to drop it off when the lead popped up,” he answered.

“What you get me?” I asked.

He laughed and led me to the door. “You’re gonna have to find out,” he smiled.

“Where you taking me?” I asked as I grabbed my bag from Tali’s hands. She winked at me.

“You not knowing is the fundamental principle of a surprise, my love,”

I walked out with him and winked at Talia. She giggled at me as she disappeared into her room. I started annoying him with questions. He just smiled and didn’t answer. He decided that we’d be using his baby, the one thing I was sure he loved the same way he loved me if not more. He whistled when he saw it. Porsche. 911 ofcourse

I rolled my eyes. He opened my door for me and helped me in. “Trust fund baby much, love?” I muttered.

He smirked as he closed the door for me. He strolled around and got inside as well. I had my legs angled towards him so the slit of the dress revealed my high thighs.

“I am assuming Tali’s birthday present is underneath the dress…” he said, eyeing the dress’ slit. I leaned my legs the other way, grinning as I nodded.

“It is weird how invested your sister is in our s*x life,” he joked.

“Says the man who’s brother got us a s*x swing as a house-warming present,”

He laughed. “Let’s just agree that our siblings are weirdos and get to your birthday,”

“Which is where again?”

“Nice try,” He shrugged. His excitement was palpable and contagious. Next thing, I was grinning like a fool as he swept through the streets. It was killing me that I didn’t know where we were going. "Is it an event or something babe? What dinner requires all of this?" Cryptic answers and smirks were all I got.

“Baby, please tell me?” I complained.

“Not as observant as usual, huh?”

“One clue at least?” I begged.

“No,” he said.

I looked around. It was just streets and… was that? It was. The MET. I gasped.

“Are you…” I looked at him. “Is this where… oh God,” I said. All he did was nod. I tried to be about myself but I couldn’t contain my glee. “Oh my Goood!!”

Tonight, the Count of Monte Cristo was on! Oh my gawd! It was a favourite. He told me the tickets were sold out when I asked! I was so mad. He banked on me trusting him. I did. I never even checked for myself. f**k! He was right. It was in front of me. I should have known. It was painfully obvious now!

He pulled up in front of the Opera house. The valet helped me out of the car.

“I haven’t been here in forever. You said the tickets were sold out.” I said as he handed the valet his keys.

“Surprise,” he whispered. I was ecstatic. I loved it. I went on my toes and kissed him heatedly.

“Thought you hated surprises,” he murmurred on my lips.

Smart ass. “This is perfect. Thank you,” I pecked him.

“You are welcome, my love,” he said. I giggled. He led me to the door.

The beauty of this opera house always overwhelmed me. I wanted to walk straight to the theatre but he pulled me towards the Grand Pierre. Holy s**t! He really wasn’t about that life of games.

“I had to pre-order dinner because I was late.” his lips turned downward.

“You can’t do that,” I said matter-of-factly.

“You can when the chef owes you a huge favour,” he smirked at me.

“What favour?” I side eyed. He grinned back at me.

I beamed up at him. This was absolute perfection.

The food was glorious. The play went without a hitch. I cried when Edmund was sent to prison. I loved his return. As Kellan predicted, I was absolutely gut wretched by the scene with Mercedes and the Count. The one where she knew who he was and she confronted him and he told her where he had been for 16 years. I was emotionally involved in this. This was absolutely the sweetest thing Kellan had ever done … Okay, Maybe top 5.

During the play, he brushed his thumb up and down my knuckles. I squeezed his hand everytime he did. As a little floor show, I crossed my legs, teasing him with the thigh high I had on. He spotted my leg through the slit and spotted the thigh high. He sucked in a breath and traced his fingers on the lace pattern on the top of my thigh highs. It was a private booth, so discretion was not exactly a problem. At the bottom part, people could still look up if something attracted their eyes. His fingers slid up my thigh, slowly. They stopped where the thigh high ended and his fingers traced the pattern.

“I think these should stay on,” he murmurred in my ear, planting soft kisses along the base of my ear and down my neck.

I bit my lip and rolled my head backward, slightly arching my back and my neck. “Hmmm okay,”

He pulled his hand away. “If I get started, we won’t leave,” he murmurred. “Besides, we have attracted a few eyes,” Much to my disappointment, he pulled away and sat back in his chair, settling on my hand again.

I spotted the nosy buggers. Quickly, I sat up straight and crossed my legs the other way so neither of us could get ideas. Hard to do with him running his lips along my knuckles. I couldn’t focus anymore, I was so horny.

I loved this birthday gift. I did, but I was really ready for the private celebrations. I had managed myself thus far, but as the end of the play drew near, it was just bordering on unmanageable. The heat from my core multiplied. I wanted to go. Outside, home. I didn’t care where as long as I did. The curtains closed and I gave them a standing ovation. I had to maintain my decorum after all. I thought I was doing a good job of it. He stood and clapped with me. The actors took their bows and the second the lights went on again, Kellan and I were out. I was practically pulling him out of the opera house. The valet was not getting to us fast enough. We were locked in an embrace when the valet finally came around (Thank Heavens) and we were off.

I ran my hand on the inside of his thigh, playing with his belt buckle. “Get home quickly baby,” I whispered in his ear, planting kisses along his jaw, grabbing hold of him through his pants.

He chuckled. “I need to start the car, Zoey,” he whispered, relaxing into my touch. I wanted him in my mouth.

“I am not stopping you,” I whispered, winning with his buckle. I dipped my hand inside his pants.

“Baby,” he said, sterner, trying to concentrate on driving. My hand doing its thing.

“Get home,” I said sternly too. “Please… I am dying for a taste,” I murmurred, leaning down to plant a kiss on the tip of his p***s, following it up by taking in as much as I could of him.

“f**k,” he murmurred when I moved my mouth up and down his length. “Baby..” he groaned. I smiled and as he drove. I had assumed we were going home but the route he took was not home bound… he turned on West 60th. I leaned up, pausing my onslaught and his d**k plopping out my mouth with an audible pop.

The car halted too quickly. I started to look around. Where the hell? He pulled up next to the Mandarin Oriental.

I turned my astounded eyes to him. I stopped everything.

“You didn’t think that was it, did you?” he said and got his pants in order again. He got out of the car. He rounded the car and got to my door. “Not that checking in here with a raging b***r was part of the plan,”

“Are you insane?” I whispered. I was too dumbfounded to actually sound angry.

He wiped my mouth and planted a kiss on my lips. “Come on,” hiding behind me, trying to hide his, quote-unquote, raging b***r.

The hotel was absolutely gorgeous. Luxury on one hundred. It was so artistic and museum-like. It was gorgeous. I felt like a kid in a candy store. He handed the keys to the valet and led me to the check-in desk. The golden-themed lighting was breathtaking. I was transfixed with the huge circular chandelier. Oh those stairs. Sleek. Black. Lighting your way up. The lady helping us was gorgeous. She had her reddish-brown hair up in a bun. Cute button nose. Cute smile. She was stunning but she was also eye-f*****g my man. I stopped ogling the décor and stood behind him. She was in full black and somehow, her buttoned up t-shirt had come undone, exposing her bountiful chest. Can she be anymore cliched? In any second, her hair will come undone. She looked fahn AF, ain’t gonna lie but this woman wanted to bring out the crazy in me. I hung back so I wouldn’t lose my mind. I was pretty close to blowing up on this here sis. I fought very hard not to because the man she was eye f*****g needed to be quick so I could actually get to f*****g him.

“Here you go, Mr McCarty,” she handed him some cards. “Enjoy your stay.” She waved someone over. Dude was dressed in full black. Like she was. Guess he was the bag guy. Except we had no bags. I smiled sheepishly when he also noted that we had no bags. I felt good about that because I would feel awful if this sweet man had to carry our bags. He was much older than we were. It would feel odd.

“The honeymoon suit is ready and he-,” she pointed at the dude she waved over. “-will guide you there. I am here all night. Call me if you need anything,” she said, batting her lashes at Kellan. He never notices these things… I did.

“Thank you,” he said, pulling me closer, kissing my temple. “What are you doing back there? You’re too far.”

I shook my head. “Décor is beautiful,” I murmurred. Biting back my smile when she put two and two together. What now, b***h!Did this girl hear herself? She just said honeymoon suit … as in the lady Kellan was with (me) was… wait… Honeymoon suit? I raised an eyebrow at him. “Honeymoon suite?” I whispered.

“The perks were too good to ignore,” he whispered in my ear and kissed me right below my ear. It took all of me to keep my composure and not jump him right there.

The sweet patron took us to our room. He unlocked the door and let us in. I just stood there… admiring the beauty of that room. The view. Counting the seconds till the third wheel left. I placed my handbag on the table, searching for lip balm. Lips were dry. My feet were killing me. I wanted to take the shoes off and I remembered how much I wanted to kill him beneath the dress. I would be strong.

The bedding was white with a few red rose petals on it. There was chilled champagne, two wine glasses and an ice bucket on the bedside. A bouquet of green and white Calla Lily and Orchid flowers were on top of the bed. My favourites. Oh dear God. This gesture thawed me right out. I reached for them and tentatively touched them. They were so beautiful. He had just tipped the kind man. Ralph, I thought I heard Kellan call him.

“Enjoy your stay,” Ralph said and left. Kellan closed the door. I was overwhelmed by my feelings. Hadn’t felt joy this deeply deep-rooted, nor have I felt peace, love and arousal at the same time of this magnitude and so intensely in a while… I thought I did, but he finds new ways to show me how much he loves me and you know what, everytime feels more and better. Felt like my bones would be crushed by this weight, but at the same time, I was as light as a feather… I was so glad that I was thinking this and not actually saying this aloud. I was embarrassed enough having to think about this to myself.

We hadn’t been like this in a while. He had just closed a huge case of this necrophiliac who did not dig up his lovers, he liked them fresh. The killer collected a few pieces of his victims. He officially had a body count of 6. He had a Frankenstein thing going on. He was in Albuquerque, and returned just as the Stephen Moss thing happened. Nicholas Dunn was the killer’s name and it was a hunch Kellan had that stopped him. I had been occupied with the Eli Granger case, the Stephen Moss case after that and sweet Jo Limbaugh; she overdosed. I helped her crossover right after I was placed on leave. It helped fill my time but it was a quickie. Basically, it just felt like making time for each other was not happening. So this present… time… it was all I wanted. Best present ever.

I felt him looming behind me and the arousal took over. He wrapped his arms around my waist.

“This…” I indicated around us. “Everything tonight was perfect, love,” I spoke softly. It is very rare that I lose the snarkiness and this was one of those times. “Thank you so much. I loved it. I loved every single moment. The play and the flowers…all of this,” I turned to face him. “Thank you,”

“I am pretty good at this boyfriend thing, huh?” he leaned down to kiss me. I went on my toes and closed the distance. Cutely at first but soon enough, our passion took over and I had disrobed him of his blazer. I spotted bags when I started on his tie.

“Who do those belong to?” I asked him and relieved him of his tie. I started on his buttons.

“Ours for the weekend. Ralph brought them earlier,” he smiled. “I thought of everything,” he would have high fived himself if he could. He was so chuffed.

“Weekend? It is Wednesday evening babe. Work tomorrow and Friday,” I reminded him, laughing.

He nodded. “Got you covered and well… I thought your leave would be better served here. Your captain agreed and said happy birthday. I got myself 2 days off on top of that.”

“2 days and the weekend?” I asked. He had cufflinks on and that halted any progress of taking his shirt off by myself. They always defeated me. Undressing him was like opening my favourite present. Who was I kidding? It was my favourite present of all time.

He nodded. “All of tonight and tomorrow and Saturday and Sunday,” he unzipped my dress.

“My case…” I started to say, but his smirk got me. It clicked then. “When Lucy said she’d cover me… she meant this,” I said. Mentally noting the immense amounts of s*x that would be involved all of tonight, tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday.

“The foreplay chit chat is really killing me,” he said and made a move to remove the dress. “I need you baby,” he murmurred, pulling my dress to my waist, wasting no time peppering my chest with kisses. My goodness, this man could kiss. The dress hit the floor fairly easily. I was desperate for his touch.

I sunk into his kiss, knowing I was going to have my fill. We made beautiful, sweet love till the very early hours of the morning.