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Charles looks away from the screen and rubs his forehead indignantly. This is the third stack of paperwork today, with no hope of respite. He zones out for a second, taking a moment to rest his hands.
"Boyle." Captain Holt's voice echoes, and Charles jumps.
"Yes, Captain!" His eyes immediately land on the pretty new face behind the Captain.
The Captain is speaking, but Charles is paying no attention. His eyes wander from your heels up to your stockinged thighs before he snaps himself back.
"Sorry..." he chuckles awkwardly, his face flushing red. "what was that, Captain?"
"I said...this is Y/N. She will be assisting you with the money laundering case. I won her in a bet with major crimes. She'll be sharing your desk until her things are transferred. I'm entrusting you to make her feel welcome while she settles in."
"Of course, sir. Anything she needs, I will be her man." He says quickly,
The Captain nods and returns to his office.
"Anything?" You quip with a raised brow, locking eyes.
"Anything in my power?" He says, unsure.
You giggle and he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
Charles is smitten. You're tall, beautiful, and intimidating. After a couple of weeks of working together, his little crush has only grown bigger. He's even bought himself a sample size of the perfume you wear.
You're not at your computer right now, and Charles takes the opportunity to admire your handwriting across the desk. While he's distracted, a hand clamps down on his shoulder.
"Boyle. Heard you've been working pretty well with my girl?" The vulture says, appearing behind Charles.
"Uh…your girl?"
"Y/N. Just wanted to warn you that I'll have her back in major crimes before you can even finish this case, so don't go getting attached. I'm sure she's already bored of you."
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Charles can't take it anymore. He's resorted to curling up in the corner of the storeroom with his papers. It's dark and musty, but at least here he can work. You're not an unpleasant deskmate, quite the opposite. That's Charles' problem- how is he supposed to focus with those perfect legs brushing up against his? Yesterday, you called him Charlie and he whined. He has to hide from you. He can't risk going full-Boyle and embarrassing himself beyond repair- especially if you and the vulture are involved.
His train of thought is interrupted by the door creaking open. Light streams in, and Charles squints as his eyes adjust.
"Charles?"
He scrambles to his feet, throwing his papers out of his lap. "Y/N, hey. What's up?"
She slips inside the door and closes it behind her, leaning back against it. The light disappears from the room, sealing them in darkness. "Are you hiding from me?"
"What? No! I love working in the storeroom, I do it all the time."
"Can you even see?"
"Not really."
"Why don't you wanna be around me, Charles? Did I do something?" You step closer to him, your heels give you a few inches of height advantage, and he has to look up to meet your eyes.
"No." He blushes. "You didn't do any-." His voice is weak and breathy, and you cut him off by pressing a kiss to his open mouth. He moves his hands to your body immediately, desperate for your touch. You run your hand over the tent in his pants and he whines, "I love you, I love you, please."
"You're so pretty like this, Charlie." You whisper, eyes fluttering closed as you meet his lips again.
The door flings open and you fly away from each other as light streams into the room.
"Oh, hey. What are you guys doing in here?" Hitchcock says, mid-chewing a sandwich.
The moment ends and the two of you collect the papers off the floor, make your excuses, and go your separate ways.
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It's past midnight when you get up to pour yourself another glass of wine. You hear a quick knock and open up the door of your apartment to see Charles waiting for you.
"Why did you kiss me?" his expression is unreadable.
"Because I wanted to."
"What about the vulture?"
"What about Keith?" you ask, confused.
"He said you were 'his girl'."
"That's bullshit," you laugh.
"Really?" He says in a small voice.
"Really." You whisper as you lean closer to him.
Your lips meet and his hands find your hips, pulling you into him possessively,
Your hand shakily finds a surface to set down your glass as you pull him inside. He strips off his coat and tosses it somewhere. You push him down onto the couch and straddle his lap, running your fingers through his hair.
His hands find the edges of your robe and pull them down off your shoulders, exposing your little black night dress.
He gasps, bright red and breathless at having you so vulnerable. "Fuckyouresobeautiful" he whimpers, looking up into your eyes. You're rubbing your core lightly over the tent in his pants. He can feel your heat through your thin underwear and he can't help himself but buck into you.
" I want you to fuck me so bad, Charlie." You whine.
He flips you over onto the couch with ease, he's surprisingly strong. Now that he's in charge, he kneels in front of you, pulling your ass to the end of the couch and running his hands up your thighs searching for your panties. He hooks a finger under each side of the delicate lace and pulls them off of you before gently prying open your thighs to reach your pussy. He doesn't give you a second to think before latching onto your clit, lapping at your wetness like a starving man. His fingertips dig into your hips as he pulls you closer into him, lost in your taste. He won't let you go until he brings you to orgasm, worshipping you from his knees.
He kisses you, and you taste yourself on his tongue.
You can hear him unbuckling his belt and hurriedly shuffling his pants down his thighs. He meets your eyes, silently asking permission. You pull him into a kiss and he sinks his cock into you, your walls stretching to accommodate every inch.
He pulls back from the kiss, tangling one hand in your hair and looking into your eyes.
"You feel so good..." he says between thrusts, "you're so beautiful..."
"Oh, baby." You whisper, running your fingers through his hair and wrapping your legs around his hips, locking him inside you. “I love you so much."
"You love me?" He whimpers, thrusting into you as you tighten up, gripping his cock inside of you.
"God, yes, baby. I love you."
"Oh...wanna get you pregnant so bad. So you could be all mine forever."
"I am all yours. I belong to you. No one else can touch me." You breathe into his ear.
He bucks inside of you, finishing hard. He melts against your body once he finishes, head resting on your breasts and bare skin glistening in the low light.
"Do you mean it?" He whispers against your skin.
"Every word." you whisper back.