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Sandra Holm didn’t have much time for daydreams. Not much space in her head could be devoted to conjuring up fantasies. And yet, there was something about the ever irritating Sophie Haas that had her senses tingling, her synapses firing. The woman was a nightmare, strutting around in those impossible heels, swishing her hair around, words like bullets, face so animated that it was exhausting to keep up. Sandra prided herself on her self discipline and alertness and the other detective was just so...vulgar. Impulsive. Dramatic. Quicksilver. Was it impressive or was it foolish?
Sandra sighed, soaping her body and letting the hot water run over her tense muscles. Mmmmm, imagining Sophie with those strong hands, sturdy fingers running over her skin instead. Sandra had stolen the woman’s last cigarette, the only thing she could allow herself in such a situation as last night had been. She had kept up her poker face but couldn’t deny the flicker of interest spiking the more that Sophie had tested her patience. It had been a while since her libido had raised its head and as usual, it was at the most inconvenient moment. Especially because she was convinced that she was lusting after a murderer. Now that the case was wrapped up and Sophie had been proved to have been no such thing, Sandra could consider her with no quandary. Would the other woman press her to the wall and soap her back, slip her fingers down and tease her, would she turn her around and press her mischievous mouth to Sandra’s rock hard nipples? Sandra closed her eyes under the shower and let her imagination run wild.
Mmmmm, how would Sophie stroke her wet hair from her face? Tenderly or impatiently? Would she kiss her neck, behind her ear? Soft, strong kisses that would make Sandra melt in her arms, please say she would. It had been such a long time. Was she a nibbler or a biter? So many questions about this voracious woman. Sandra should disdain her more for such brazen confidence but she couldn’t seem to. She held a grudging respect for her, despite the run around she’d given her, despite that boyfriend of hers. Of all people, the mayor. Really. They seemed like a mismatched couple. Sandra imagined that Sophie spanked hard. If he hadn’t been there, maybe Sandra could have had a chance. She turned the water off and wrapped her towel around her, taking her fantasy to bed. No doubt that Sophie knew how to use that tongue of hers to curl around...anyone. Mmmmm, now she was really turned on. Was it the thought of the way that Sophie would take charge, straddle someone’s body, inch her way down, lasciviously swirl her tongue inbetween someone’s thighs...that worked.
Sandra slipped her fingers further down, took her time let herself climax as explosively as she wanted to, imagining the other woman making her lose control. She sighed happily as she slipped into sleep. Maybe she’d try this trick again soon. Her headache had gone.