Impromptu

Impromptu
By: TheGoddessofDeath

A/N: Written for the kink meme. The requester asked for Gumshoe/Franziska sex.

"This is so undignified, Scruffy," Franziska says with a frown, though Gumshoe cannot really see it.

"I'm sorry, pal, but I'm just sort of afraid of someone walking in on us, you know?"

"That's why there is a lock on the door!" the prosecutor growls at her subordinate, her words turning into a moan at the end. She cannot deny that despite Dick Gumshoe's brilliant ideas (a closet, of all the godforsaken places he could have chosen), that she loves the way his large calloused hands feel on her skin, exploring places that hadn't been touched by another in years.

There is something about the urgency, feeling him pull her lithe frame into his arms and their lips meeting with want and passion, pushing her back into a wall and knocking over a vacuum cleaner so that it made a startling smack against the wall, but neither party barely noticed. "If you broke that it's coming out of your pay," she mutters, pulling on the lapel of his forest green coat to urge him to continue.

Before he can respond her fingers are ensnared in his hair, and she yanks him down for a bruising kiss, tongues clashing with the desperate need to taste each other. She tastes of tea with a hint of rose hips, he tastes of salt and artificial beef flavoring that one could only find in instant noodles. Such contrast, and Franziska cannot help but think it combines into a beautiful concoction. If her mind wasn't clouded with lust, she'd think herself a fool.

Gumshoe supports her under her rear, pushing her skirt up around her waist as their kisses continue. Fingertips toy with his strands of hair, a sort of urging as she listens to his belt buckle clinking against itself as he undoes it with his free hand. It isn't long before she feels his arousal pressing against her panties, her tights having been taken care of when she had not been paying attention, she supposes.

It's a comedic struggle for the detective to get her panties down to where he wants them, but once he does no time is wasted. The invasion is quick but far from painful, having been sexually inactive for a few years making her tight. Gumshoe is caring, however, and he kisses her cheek softly as he sheathes himself fully into her warmth. Franziska aches for him to move but dare not urge him with a cry of his name. She is not that kind of woman. So she yanks his hair roughly and growls, "Move, Scruffy."

Timidly he obliges, moving within her as she pushes his mouth to her neck. He is given little to work with, what with most of the clothes still on, and when he tries to bite her she smacks his head. "No marks," she snarls as he stops for a second, nods with a "yes, boss," before going back to littering her pale skin with gentle kisses. She does not want anyone asking questions (anyone being Miles Edgeworth).

Movements become more fluid and violent, ecstasy taking over both of their minds as orgasm creeps up their spines and makes them shiver with gentle pricks of desire running along their skin, and Franziska wishes there was more light than what was filtering from underneath the door. Just so she can see his expression, see his lips parted as he pants, as he groans, see the sweat lining his hairline and the desire for her in his brown eyes.

But all of her thoughts are washed away as Gumshoe stills within her, his completion being milked from him by her own orgasm. Her head is thrown back, mouth agape as she lets the strong feeling cascade over her.

Soon there is nothing but the loud pounding of her pulse in her ears and her nails bite into his shoulders but he barely registers it, since his coat is so thick. She is amazed he kept it on the entire time, but at the same time she really isn't. He wears that coat in August, for crying out loud.

"Scruffy, next time could we do this in a less impromptu place? Like, waiting until the work day is over? Asking me out on a date first?"

The detective chuckles as he feels himself soften and her wetness leaving him bare, as she has gone to the task of unwrapping her legs from his waist. "Sure, boss."

But then she remembers that she actually agreed to it, and she reminds herself that such foolishness shall not happen again.