Shattered Violets (girlxgirlxboy)

Shattered Violets~28

28

Officers Clint and Henry drove up back to our apartment.  I left my car behind for Tone to bring back to me later, after the club closed. I knew there was a lot of explaining to do and decisions to be made.

As they drove us home, we all had a good laugh about the things that transpired at Club Cherry Picker.

“Violet, I can’t believe you said that to Trinity?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “She’s just pissed ‘cause I pulled her off of Victor’s crusty c o c k yesterday.”

“You what?” Angel and the officers gasped.

“Well, long story short… I went into Victor’s office as he requested to pick up my cash from Damon’s VIP room bull s h it, and there she was on her knees going to town. I was past the point of being discussed, so I just pulled her off him by her nappy a s s hair. Then politely expressed myself to Victor, letting him know how it was going to be. Well of course he pissed and moaned, but we both agreed your debt is paid and that we’re free to leave.”

I could hear both Clint and Henry snicker. I’m sure they had a good image swimming in their dirty minds.  Honestly, I couldn’t help but laugh at the memory myself.

“Great Violet, what am I going to do know?” Angel asked.

“We’ll figure it out.” I winked at her.

“Violet, I don’t think I like this new assertive side of you.” Angel rapped her arms under her chest pouting.

I just smiled and sat back in my seat. I knew something had changed in me. Yes, I was more assertive. I had confidence in my abilities, realizing I didn’t need to run. Hopefully Angel will get use to the new me. I’d been through hell and back in the last few days since Damon entered my life. That alone was enough to change anyone.

Once we arrived back at our apartment, Henry and Clint walked us to our door. Angel took out the keys from her purse and undid the locks, stepping aside.

“Ladies, we’re going to take a look inside, before you go in. Please stay right where you are.” Clint told us.

“O..okay.” We replied in unison.

Both officers slowly entered our apartment with guns drawn. After doing a clean swept through the small one bedroom, the returned giving the all clear.  

“The coast is clear ladies.” Henry sang out, as we walked inside the door.

Clint came back to the door, to carry in our bags from the club. “Hmmm, Violet. May I call you that?”

“Sure?” I replied.

“Okay, good. Violet, I we’re going to need your wedding dress as evidence.” Clint stated.

“Not a problem.” I walked inside the door towards Angel. “Un-hook me, please.”

Angel didn’t hesitate. She began to un-hook me quickly. We both wanted me out of this death dress as quickly as possible.

“Violet, ma’am. We didn’t mean right this moment, in front of us.” Henry stammered.

“I know, but I want this thing off. Plus you can’t tell me you haven’t seen me naked before.” I teased.

Both officers looked at each other. I figured it was a nice little reward for a job well done. It’s not like they didn’t just help me out at the club or anything.  

Slipping out of the dress, I handed it to Clint. Here you go. You need the panties and stockings too? 

“Hmm… yes. But please wait until you’re in private. As much as I like looking at you ma’am, it’s not professional.” Henry retorted.

I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, looking at me naked was my profession, but I got it. Can’t get the officers turned on, while they’re still on duty.

“There is no rush Violet. We’re going to be posted outside until the end of our shift anyway.” Henry explained. “Detective Newman believes that the sniper was only after Mr. Hannon not you, but he’d rather be safe than sorry. So we’ll be posted out here until just after midnight. That is when our relief comes.”

“So, if you need us, just come and get us.” Clint interjected.

“Fine, I’ll bring these underthings out after I shower. I’ve got to get this day off me.” I called out as I walked towards the bathroom. Once inside I closed the door and turned on the water to warm. Looking at myself in the mirror, I gasped at how worn I looked. “Well, I guess no worse for the wear, but damn, I look like hell.” I told my reflection.

It didn’t take long for Angel to come knocking on the door. “Vi honey, I sent the officers to their cruiser. Henry gave me his number if we need them. Do you want me to grab your other items and take the out to them now?” She called out to me.

“No… what I want is for you to come in here with me.”

Angel didn’t reply, but opened the door and entered the bathroom. I was standing under the shower head, allowing the water to cascade down my body.

“Violet?” Angel asked softly.

“Angel, please come to me.”

The bathroom was silent, expect for the running water and the rustling of the bridesmaids dress as it hit the floor. Timidly Angel drew back the shower curtain, just enough to allow her body  through the opening.

“Vi, are you sure about this?” She asked.

In all the time I’ve been with Angel, I’ve never allowed her in the shower with me. I don’t know why I didn’t; maybe because I enjoyed my time alone, a little solitude. Tonight was different. Tonight I wanted her in here with me. I want to feel her hands on my body. I wanted to know I was still alive, that I was wanted, and that I was loved.

“Yes.” I whispered.  

Angel stepped into the tub. I watched her as she moved under the water with me. Looking up at her beautiful body, now glistening as the water runs down her breasts, I moved into her. Bringing my hands to her hips, I traced them up her stomach to her rock hard n i p p l e s. Feeling them perk under my thumbs and fingers, I brought my lips to the valley between her breasts. Licking the water from her skin, she began to move in tune with my body. My lips and tongue began to travel over her body, as I pulled her to me.

“I love you my little Violet.” Angel uttered into my ear.

“I love you too.” I breathed into her.

We continued touching and tasting each other’s skin as we washed the day’s drama off our exhausted bodies. It didn’t take long before Angel had worked me into the corner of the shower.  The water beating down over us, she dropped to her knees in front of me. Muttering some incoherent words, I laced my fingers in her wet blonde hair; pulling her tighter into me, which allowed me to brace myself against the tiled wall. It felt like an eternity before I felt Angel’s fingers opening me. Allowing her to reach into my core; pulling me into her, as she takes control of my very essence.  I groan as I feel her tongue wrap around my swollen bud.  

No words were exchanged, just whimpers of pleasure as Angel erased the tragedy of the day away.