Please Come Again

Author’s Note:  Did you ever wonder why Parker and Danni have that underlying love/hate dynamic to their relationship?  

I should caveat that this fic was a challenge from some thirsty instigators who said I needed to try writing some pure dirty smut without the normal fluff.  So … yeah, consider this your warning. This one is dirty. 🤦‍♀️

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Parker pushed the door of the Compass Cafe open, the fragrance of bacon grease, baked goods and rich coffee infiltrating his nostrils.  This was his happy place each morning, his last stop for a quick danish and the largest cup of coffee he could get in Pine Springs before reporting in for duty at the police station.  He smoothed the collar of his khaki uniform as he took in the small-town goodness of the other patrons, the same crowd that he encountered here every other morning like clockwork. Nodding a cordial greeting to the sweet Mrs. Calvin as she approached him on her way out, he pressed his back against to door to prop it open as she slipped past.  Of course she couldn’t depart without a quick cheek-pinch and muttering something about a man in a uniform, which Parker took in stride, accustomed to the attention of the Pine Springs female populace young and old.

Walking towards the to-go counter, his brows furrowed in confusion as he surveyed the line curled around the pastry display, already six people deep.  Where was Walt this morning? Parker mused, not recognizing the petite brunette flying about behind the counter at the espresso machine.  He settled into line behind the others, taking a quick glance at his watch to evaluate his time … so much for being early this morning.  Resigning himself to few moments of peace while he waited, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling through the top news headlines.  He shuffled along mindlessly behind the horde, and was particularly enthralled in one article-

“Officer?”  Parker didn’t hear the call the first time, continuing to read.  “Umm, excuse me???“ That time he did hear the loud bark, his eyes raising to meet the most beautiful chocolate doe-eyes he had ever seen, fluttering underneath a lush fringe of lashes.  He felt his heart in his throat and his breath falter as he peered down at the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on in the flesh. So mesmerized was he by her beauty that he failed to notice the snarl curling her full lips … at least until those full lips spat out another menacing question.

“What will it be, Officer-“ her eyes flicked down to his badge, “Officer Sham?”  She raised her brows at him amusedly, her face almost completely emotionless except for the slight twinge of a smirk at the corner of her lips.

Parker scowled visibly, completely taken aback by this gruff new girl in town.  “It’s Shaw, Officer Shaw.” He corrected her, his voice flat. “Umm, let’s see, I’ll take a large coffee, black, and a …” he bent down to survey the case of baked goods, looking for an appetizing treat.

“Sorry Sir, we don’t serve donuts here …” Her voice was as bitter as the scent of coffee in the air, laced with exasperation as she cocked a hip out and crossed her arms over her chest.  “And you’re holding up the line.”

Parker shot up to standing, glancing back over his shoulder to find … no one.  He was literally the only person in line at this point. He turned back to the feisty brunette behind the counter, his eyes narrowed.  “A cranberry scone. I’ll take that cranberry scone right there in the case.” His eyes dropped to her nametag trying to decide if he wanted to lodge a formal complaint to Herb about his latest hire.  Danni.  Even her name sounded harsh as he repeated it in his head.  

Parker watched as Danni started his order without a word, each movement swift and aggressive as if she were battling that poor innocent paper coffee cup.  “I’m sorry, Miss, have I done something to offend you? You seem a little …” Parker observed as she turned to face him, her brows cocked as if she were challenging him to finish that statement.  “You seem upset about something.”

Danni chuckled softly, her eyes dancing with a mixture of amusement and annoyance as she turned back to the industrial coffee maker.  She started to disassemble it, tossing out the old coffee grounds and replacing with fresh ones, then pressing the on switch. “No, no you’re fine.”  She glanced over her shoulder, a remorseful expression in her eyes. “Look, I’ll need a few minutes here to get you some fresh coffee. Why don’t you take a breather and I’ll meet you back here in five, Barney Fife?”

Parker startled at her underhanded comment, the implied insult muted by the sweetness in her tone.  His head was swirling, and quite honestly he was half tempted to forgo his coffee for the nearest escape route.  But alas, he did not. “Err, okay …” he mumbled under his breath, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck before slipping away to the quiet sanctuary of the men’s restroom.

Leaning over the sink in the one-person mensroom, Parker splashed a few handfuls of the cool water over his face, hoping it would help clear his head.  It did not. Especially when he heard the click of the door opening, looking up into the mirror to witness as Danni slipped in inconspicuously. She averted his gaze, nonchalantly locking the door behind her before finally meeting his confused glare.  “You know, you really should lock the door behind you. Anyone could walk in to find you with your pants down.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she leaned back against the door, her arms clasped behind her, pushing her breasts out a little farther.  

“What are are you …” Parker started to protest, twirling around to meet her head on.  He could feel his blood boiling with anger as he opened his mouth to berate her, but quickly felt his blood heading farther south when he raked his eyes over her figure straight on.  Tanned skin, slightly dewy from exertion and the heat of the dark concoctions she’d been brewing all morning. Lean, muscular legs peeking out from under her short skirt, leading up to a tiny waist.  Round, firm breasts, only a handful yet fairly sizable on her small frame, pressing against the thin white fabric of her uniform polo shirt. Long, mahogany-colored hair hung over her shoulder in a loose braid, random tendrils hanging down her neck and in her face.  Those dark, doe-eyes again, so innocent in appearance yet he could sense the danger lurking in their depths. “You can’t be in here.” His words came out shaky, as if he were questioning her instead of enforcing the proper order of things. At the moment he was having a hard time remembering what the proper order of things was.

“What are you gonna do about it, Officer?”  Danni slithered forward two steps, her body nearly touching his in the small room.  She poked a finger into his chest, watching it trail its way across his taut muscles to his shoulder and up to his neck.  “Are you gonna arrest me?” She locked eyes with him as her fingertip grazed his jaw, finally resting atop his lower lip. She gave him a wicked grin, tugging her own lip between her teeth.  

Parker felt that familiar tightness growing in his pants, his mind growing foggy the closer he focused on the flesh of her lip, stretching and pulling against her pearly whites.  “You shouldn’t be in here …” his voice came out in breathy pants, weak with a hint of begging.

“Somehow I don’t think you mean that, Shaw.”  Danni stood up on her tip toes to purr in his ear, her free hand sliding down the front of his uniform to cup the bulge in his trousers.  She kneaded it gently, eliciting a low growl in the back of his throat. “I don’t think you mean that at all.”

Suddenly the dam burst, all the anger and tension and desire bubbling to the surface as Parker reached up grasp her face in his hands, crashing his mouth into hers.  Danni responded immediately, a satisfied smirk on her lips as she nipped back at him, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. Backing her against the wall, Parker dipped his head lower, sucking at the tender skin along her neck and collarbone.  Cupping one breast in his wide palm, he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger roughly, causing her to hiss with pleasure. “You’re insufferable, you know that?” His voice was husky, muffled amidst her flesh and the sounds of her moans.

Danni gripped his hair tightly between her fingers, pulling his head forcefully until he was eye-level with her tits in all their glory, nipples hard and chest heaving.  Parker got her hint loud and clear, tugging one side of her low-cut polo down to free a breast, taking her raised peak in his mouth, nibbling and tonguing it as she writhed against the door.  “If I’m so bad, Officer, perhaps you should teach me a lesson.” She shoved him back, leaving him hard and empty-handed in the middle of the bathroom. She watched him as she reached under her skirt and slowly tugged down her panties, stretching her arm up to hang them on the hook on the door, twisting just so to expose the curve of her bare ass in his line of sight.  Parker felt his cock twitch and his mouth water, suddenly overcome with the urge to bury his face under this stranger’s skirt until she screamed. But he resisted … she was right, she didn’t deserve that. She deserved to be punished.

“Like what you see?”  Danni teased him as she shimmied around him, his eyes following her as she moved towards the sink.  Her taunts only spurred the anger inside of him, releasing a rough growl as he jumped to his feet and came up behind her, pinning her against the counter.  He reveled in how her eyes widened when he pressed his hard erection between her cheeks, her reaction filling him with pride.

Bending down slightly, he whispered low in her ear.  “Do you get off being a bitch, Danni?”

His rough words sent a thrill through her body, heat pooling between her legs.  “Not yet today, Officer. But I was hoping you could help with that.” She bit her lip again as she pushed back against him, eliciting a low resonating growl from her prey.  She caught his eyes in the mirror, dark and primal and full of lust … and she knew she’d snared him in her trap.

Parker dropped his hands to undo his pants, his gaze never leaving hers as he pulled out his length, stroking it gently in his palm.  “I don’t think you deserve this.” He hardly recognized the threatening voice coming from his mouth, too far gone in the moment to practice his usual Boy Scout manners.  But somehow he didn’t think this girl wanted a Boy Scout.

“Are you just going to stand there and play with yourself, or are you going to fuck me already?”  Danni grinned and wiggled her ass against him, enjoying the fire she stoked in his eyes.

Parker felt the anger erupt inside him, swiftly lifting her skirt up and- smack!- spanking her bare ass with his palm.  Danni jolted forward and moaned loudly, hanging her head and closing her eyes as the sting of his hand pulsed and then slowly fizzled out.  When she finally opened her eyes, her pupils so wide they were almost black, she looked up to meet his carnal stare in the mirror. “More.” She ordered.

Her command set off another wave of rage in his body, his hand shaking as he moved through the air until- smack!– it made contact again.  This time when she lurched forward at the impact he grabbed her roughly by the hips and pulled her towards him, running his member down her slick folds before centering himself at her entrance.

Danni gripped the sides of the countertop as Parker slammed into her, her knuckles turning white from the pressure.  He filled her so deliciously, his cock the perfect length to hit that sweet spot deep inside. She rolled her hips against him, encouraging his steady pace, coaxing him to move faster and faster.  She could feel his fingers digging into the flesh on her hips, holding her so tight that she wondered if she’d see his marks on her tomorrow. The thought alone excited her. “That’s right, Officer.  Fuck me like the naughty bitch I am.” She heard him release a primal grunt in her ear, his hips bucking harder at her outbursts.

Parker pounded into her repeatedly, rougher and faster and harder than he had ever moved before.  It felt almost liberating, giving in to this most primitive urge and not giving a damn about being that sweet good boy that everyone expected him to be.  This was fucking, raw and meaningless … and it felt positively amazing.

Danni could feel the pressure building inside of her, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge.  She slipped one hand under her skirt, rolling two fingertips over her clit, sending her almost immediately tumbling over that cliff.  “Oh fuck!” She squealed, her body trembling as her orgasm ripped through her. Parker felt her walls squeezing around him inside of her, his own climax approaching fast.  He pulled out just in time, pumping his hand around his length twice before he spurted his release down her backside.

Parker immediately collapsed against her back, his heart racing as he tried to catch his breath.  Danni closed her eyes for just a moment, taking a deep breath before standing upright, causing Parker to stumble a bit backwards.  She grabbed a few damp paper towels and cleaned herself up, then grabbed her panties from the door and slipped them back on under her skirt.  Parker watched her in silence, completely dumbfounded in this awkward new situation. As Danni leaned over the sink, sudsing her hands and forearms thoroughly then rinsing away her indiscretions, she finally glanced up to meet his stare.  “Your coffee should be ready now.” She dried her hands and took one last glance in the mirror, straightening her clothing and tucking a hair behind her ear. Turning to walk out the door, she paused beside him long enough to give him a quick pat on the shoulder.  “Pull yourself together, you look like a mess.” Then she proceeded to exit, closing the door softly behind her.

Parker did as he was told, smoothing down his hair and tidying his uniform, then aggressively washing every visible skin cell on his hands and arms before finally exiting the bathroom.  He approached the checkout counter cautiously, nervous to find a smiling Danni waiting with his order. “Here you go, Sir. On the house today.”

Parker eyed her suspiciously, mumbling a quick ‘thank you’ under his breath as he grasped the paper sack and cup from her hands.  Turning around quickly, he made a beeline towards the front entrance, desperate to get out of there.

“Thanks Officer!”  He heard her playful tone calling behind him as he maneuvered deftly through the obstacle course of tables and chairs in the cafe.  “Please come again!” He groaned audibly as he hustled toward the exit, thankful when he finally pushed through to the crisp morning air outside.  

What the fuck just happened?

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