March 1990
At the table, Fuller was telling me about a new drug that was going around Hill Valley High School. There is a new kid named Wilson who has been the prime suspect for bringing these drugs to the school. He said, "Wilson has two priors for aggravated assault and he just got out on parole."
"And he's allowed back in school?" I asked.
"It's some prevention program the school district is trying out," Fuller explained.
"Looks like we've got our work cut out for us," I said to Tom and we both started to stand up from the table.
"No, not you," Fuller said to Tom. We both froze and looked at each other in confusion, then to Fuller.
"What?" Tom asked, sucking on his spoon with a jar of peanut butter in his hand. It was his breakfast. He loves peanut butter.
He pointed to Doug and handed him his folder, "Penhall, you're on this case with Gregg."
Doug laughed, "n'yuk, n'yuk, n'yuk," like Curly from The Three Stooges.
I love working with Tom, don't get me wrong, but I used to work with Doug so much. He has been such a close friend of mine for a long time. I haven't had a one-on-one case with Doug in forever, I was excited to have one with him again.
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At school, Doug and I were posed as the McQuaids. They're the easiest covers that gets trusted among the drug-dealer community because of their mannerisms, and even the way they dressed. Old faithful.
Call Me by Blondie was playing on the boombox as I looked at my blank canvas in the mirror of the chapel's bathroom. I took my hair out of its bun and fluffed it out. I messed it up by shaking my fingers through my dark roots and scrunching the ends. I dug through my makeup bag and opted for dark eyeshadow and I smudged out my eyeliner for a grunge look.
I decided to stick to the more feminine side of being a McQuaid so I covered my legs with black lace tights, and I laced up some black boots. I slipped on a black skirt, with a slit that exposed the lace tights. My black leather jacket kept me warm, and I put a few layers of black nail polish on my nails. I finished the look by applying a plum lipstick, and grabbing some fake cigarettes that I use to make it look like I'm actually smoking without that risk of lung cancer.
Joan Jett, eat your heart out.
While sitting in English class, Doug and I were discussing under our breath what we should do about getting street-cred at the school. We needed it, and we needed it fast. We found out that there is supposed to be a big deal on campus that night, but we weren't sure exactly where it was supposed to be just yet.
"We need to do something wildly irresponsible to earn everyone's trust," Doug suggested.
"Like what, McQuaid? Throw a party?"
Doug's eyebrows shot up. "That's actually not a bad idea."
"We aren't doing that."
"I was thinking that you should humiliate the teacher," Doug proposed alternatively. He sat behind me, leaning forward at his desk so his face was by my ear.
"Are you insane?" I asked in a harsh whisper, looking towards the blackboard as the teacher was lecturing to the class. He was tall and bald, and looked very intimidating.
"It's the best way."
"Why don't you do it?" I huffed.
"I'm a guy... I already have a leg up here."
I scoffed, "figures. What should I do?"
Doug leaned into my ear and whispered his suggestion, and I nearly dropped my bubblegum from my jaw dropping. My eyes widened, and I could almost feel the thick mascara pulling away at my lashes.
"I can't do that," I whispered back harshly.
He just shrugged and leaned back in his chair. He kicked his feet up on his desk and linked his hands behind his head. His arrogance was irritating because he knew I was going to do it before I knew.
I silently groaned and stood up from my desk. The teacher, Mr. Strickland, stopped and looked at me to ask, "where are you going, McQuaid?"
I could not even apologize. I took a breath, and didn't want to think about the next few moments. I just took Doug's advice by walking up to Mr. Strickland and I didn't hesitate to rip his pants down to his ankles. Then, I ran out the door as fast as I could where the sounds of gasps and laughs from the classroom followed me out to the hall.
"McQuaid!" I heard a shriek behind me. I turned around to see Mr. Strickland bringing his pants up as he ran after me and I bolted. He may not be my teacher, but I was terrified.
He kept chasing me through the school, begging people to stop me but no one did. I didn't know the layout of the school that well, and when I busted out of the building thinking I was by the parking lot, I was actually cornered in the tennis courts.
"Oh, shit," I muttered under my breath. I heard the doors burst open, so I spun around to see Mr. Strickland. He came up to me, completely out of breath but rightfully pissed. He marched up to me and started yelling, and threatening to expel me.
I couldn't get expelled, so I tried to calm him down.
"Look, I'm a cop. I'm undercover," I revealed in a low voice.
"Yeah, right," he scoffed.
"No, I am serious. There's this new designer drug called Deximorphone."
"Mm-hmm," he nodded along sarcastically.
"Kids are calling them 'Dum-Dums'. There's this big deal going down that I need to be at tonight. I'm still trying to figure out where it is gonna be, but I need you to stay as far away as possible so you're safe," I told him.
"If you're a cop, how was I not made aware that you were here?" He asked with a raise of his eyebrow.
"No one in the school system is supposed to know that I am here," I told him. I was really hoping that he wasn't going to ask for my proof, because I left it in my backpack in the classroom.
He sighed and seemed to believe me, "fine."
"You can't say anything, I have to stay undercover. Otherwise, they'll send in another officer and that will be suspicious."
"I won't," he promised.
"And I'm really sorry about earlier. I really am. But, I have to get some street-cred, and embarrassing the teacher is the fastest way to do that. Just think of it as you helping me figure out who is selling the new drug."
"All right," he said. He finally caught his breath, and I tried to walk with him back to class. Unfortunately, he was still embarrassed by the whole ordeal so he didn't want me to come back until tomorrow. I didn't blame him. I spent the rest of the period trying to find more information on the drug by the burn-outs who were skipping their classes. I asked around a lot about Wilson, and everyone said he was the dealer.
The next period was lunch, where I met Doug in the cafeteria. Luckily, he brought my backpack with him.
When we had our trays of food and sat down at a table, Doug asked, "how'd it go? I was about to call Fuller and let him know that you were booted."
"Good, I had to tell him who I am though. You should be in the clear. He promised not to say anything."
"Are you sure he believed you?" Doug asked and took a bite from his dry school hamburger.
"If he didn't, I don't think I'd be allowed on school grounds."
"Right," he chuckled. "Well, it worked because the dealers want to meet us on the north side of campus during the baseball game. Wilson should be there too."
"That's great. I'll tell Fuller."
We kept this scuffle with Mr. Strickland a secret but we told Fuller about the deal going down on the north side of the campus and when. He was impressed by how fast we were able to gather the information, and began making calls to set up the bust.
It had gotten dark and Doug and I were on the north side of campus when the dealers came over. I changed into black wide-leg jeans instead of a skirt since the wind would have gotten annoying. We had just began making a transaction when an unfavorable light started flashing at us. The dealers freaked out and ran off before the transaction was complete, and Doug and I shot our heads up to see Mr. Strickland running up to us. I groaned with frustration. Doug ran off with the drug dealers, but didn't get very far.
Mr. Strickland was fuming. His anger was completely directed at me. "Think you can sneak a fast one on me? I don't think so." He started yelling at me about lying to him, and he turned me around and started patting me down. I sighed and let him do his thing.
Doug came storming back up us, holding out his badge for Mr. Strickland to see. He said, "what the hell do you think you are doing?"
"Oh, Officer. Thank god you came. This little weasel tried to pull a fast one on me. I don't know what kind of liar you are, but—" his voice immediately stopped and I looked over my shoulder to see him holding my badge.
"You were saying?" I raised an eyebrow. I was pissed that he ruined our bust, because it was one of the fastest I've ever been apart of. Now, we were going to have to start all over.
"Wow. My wife owes you an apology," he said with a nervous chuckle and handed me back my badge. I snatched it from his hands, with my eyes burning with anger.
Red and blue flashing lights surrounded us as Tom, Ioki, and Judy arrived to us in uniform. They were coming to take the drug dealers away, which now can't happen.
"What happened?" Ioki asked, slamming the car door behind him.
"We got busted," I snapped with my gaze at Mr. Strickland.
"Sir, this is official police business, I'm going to need you to step back," Tom said to Mr. Strickland. His dark uniformed shirt was buttoned up all the way, and the badge on his chest was shining under all the flashing lights of the cruisers. He was even wearing his dark blue peaked cap with the Metropolitan Police logo on the front that we used to tease him about when he first joined the team.
Doug said to me, "it's okay, we will catch them tomorrow."
On the off chance that the drug dealers were watching, Doug and I had to pretend to get arrested by our teammates. This is a precaution so we can come back to the school and try again without having to send in a new set of officers.
"Hands on the car," Tom ordered to me in his deep police voice. He only uses this voice to appear more intimidating, but I found it rather dreamy. I put my hands on his cruiser and he ordered me not to move. He came up behind me and roughly patted me down, "spread 'em."
His touch has never ceased to thrill me. In a low voice that only he could hear, I decided to mess with him a bit. I chuckled softly and said in a sultry tone, "let me know when you find something that you like. I love it when you frisk me, Officer."
I could see that he was trying not to to laugh. He rubbed the side of his nose with his finger to distract himself.
Doug was handcuffed and put into Judy and Ioki's police cruiser while Tom handcuffed me. He didn't put the cuffs on too tightly, which I appreciated. He put me in the back of his cop car and drove off. He turned the lights and the siren off but he turned on the FM radio.
I dropped the act and said, "oh my god, that was so frustrating."
"How did he know that you guys were going to be there?" Tom asked, looking at me through the rear view mirror.
"I almost got expelled and I had to tell him everything so we wouldn't get caught. I was vague, but I guess he went around the school until he found us. Who knows, maybe the McQuaids getting arrested will help our case. I'm sure the rumors will spread like a wildfire around the school."
Tom paused for a moment before he said in his policeman tone, "I don't fraternize with criminals."
"Or what? You'll arrest me?" I asked in a playful manner. This light-hearted banter was so fun, and it's not very often that Tom gets to arrest me. I loved how we both played along.
"I have a warrant for your arrest," he said.
Tom stayed facing forward and I heard the cruiser rev a little. There was a barricade between the front seat and the back seat so I couldn't reach and touch him, so instead I leaned forward and said, "I love a man in uniform."
"You have the right to remain silent, but I doubt you will," he said. I raised my eyebrows in surprise followed by a chuckle. I never knew that he could think of such a clever innuendo.
It only took me a moment to think of something to top what he said. I cleared my throat so I wouldn't laugh, and I said as devilishly as I could, "I have a great idea for these handcuffs." Then, I made the chain jingle when I pulled it taut.
And just like that, he flipped the lights on and sped home.
When we parked at our building, Tom was in a hurry to unbuckle and get me inside. I want the touch of his hand. He knows that I want him, and he knows that I need him. I want his love. He grabbed my hand and his eyes were intense as he escorted me down the hallway; my feet struggled to keep up with him. He marched down the hallway like he was a man on a mission.
When we were just steps away from our apartment door, Tom gazed down at me with an animalistic look in his eyes. I was willing to wait until we got inside, but he had other plans. Before I could say a thing, he grabbed the chain link of my handcuffs and pulled it above my head and pushed me up against the door. My laugh was cut short when his lips pressed into mine feverishly.
I heard Tom blindly rummaging for his keys with his free hand as my eyes closed to savor our kiss. His plump lips were always welcome on mine. The door shook when Tom pressed his body to me, and I let a soft grunt from the gratified surprise escape my lips which caused Tom to deepen our intense kiss. It was as if he was trying to flatten my lips. My lips spread to a grin before I kissed him back. My head was swimming as he made me feel so unsteady. I couldn't want him any more.
Tom is so passionate with me, I have never felt so loved by anyone. He is such a thrilling and challenging partner, with him I can always expect an adventure. We are both so open-minded and spontaneous. He has such a beautiful mind, we not only love to engage in thought-provoking discussions and debates, but he also loves to surprise me with new experiences. He makes good use of his enthusiasm and creativity.
Tom finally found his keys and brought his other hand up to unlock the handcuffs that had my wrists trapped. The metal handcuffs fell to the floor, and I let my arms fall down to my sides. I didn't even have a moment to let the blood flow back into my fingers before Tom grabbed my wrists and placed my hands on top of his shoulders. I felt the leather of his police jacket under my fingertips and I pulled him closer. He continued to kiss me hungrily, and I could hear his keys jingle as he tried to unlock the door.
"You're the sexiest person I've ever seen," I breathed out as I pulled back gently to get some air.
That was a poor idea, because Tom became demanding and fiery as he tried to get as close as he could to me. He managed to unlock the door, and I guess he was too distracted to remember where we were. Once the handle was turned, the weight of both of us against the door caused it to swing open and I flew back with a soft squeal. My grip on him was too tight, so I brought Tom down with me as I fell to my back.
Tom caught himself with one hand on either side of me. His head rested on my chest and his body laid on top of mine as we laughed. He brought his face back to mine and kissed me passionately. His lips moved to my cheek, then made a trail of sweet kisses down my neck. I barely noticed his hips so very delicately grinding over me, I don't even think he realized he was. I could feel his lips move against my skin as he asked, "should we move to the couch?"
I mumbled in response. I didn't care where we were, as long as I was with him. Tom pulled back on our kiss so he could stand up with me. Without breaking eye contact, he reached behind him and swung the door closed hastily. The desire between us was like a rubber band, and it snapped us back together with a tremendous force.
My arms wrapped around his neck before my hands slid down his chest and I began groping around his hips blindly until I was able to unclip his gun belt. I threw his belt aside, and he gingerly took out my scrunchie so I felt my teased hair drop down my back. In return, I took off his leather police jacket and tossed it off to the side while calling him, "officer".
I hooked my legs around Tom's waist as he slipped his giant hands under me, cradling my butt. He pressed me up against his bulge. My hands were busy pulling his fluffy hair and stroking his face as our lips moved against each other. I kissed him until my lips were numb. The world around us was in perfect harmony.
"Am I everything you ever wished for?" I asked softly.
He whispered in my ear with a hoarse voice, "and more. I will do anything, you only need to ask. Tonight, I'll make you mine."
In a lull, I bit his lower lip softly and he groaned back. My name escaped his lips, which caused a fire to explode in my veins. It was my turn to leave his lips and spread my love across his skin. The faint but messy lipstick marks proved that my kisses traveled down his neck, and a gentle red bruise emerged just by his jaw. I brought my lips back to his.
He walked us to our bedroom and he tossed me onto the bed like a rag doll. When I sat up, I sat upon the bed as if it was a pedestal and Tom dropped to his knees in front of me as if he was throwing himself at my alter, worshiping me in every way. His hand gripped my calf as he placed his face between my knees. Adoration. I could see it in his dark and dreamy eyes as he looked up at me.
"I want to eat you, you smell delicious."
My mind quickly went to my new perfume. I fell in love with the scent so much, I could drink it.
It's completely irresistible in a tasty gourmand dream of marshmallow, vanilla, and orange blossom. It's sweet and tender at first, a soft and sugared elixir mixed with the orangey delights of bergamot and neroli, warmed with caramel and vanilla. A melt at my presence type of scent that I knew Tom would die for.
Tom climbed over me as I laid down on the soft bed. Our lips released as he straddled my waist and I gripped his uniform and skillfully ripped the buttons off eagerly and I brought my hands down the white tank-top he had underneath. He quickly threw his uniform to the ground, followed by the tank top. My heart was beating so fast, it was pulsing at my fingertips as I trailed my fingers down the soft skin of his abs.
"Michelle," Tom said in an alluring whisper, like a prayer. "I'd love to gain complete control of you, but you have so much power over me."
"Is that a bad thing?" I teased. My doe eyes squinted softly at him through the dim light. A small smile pulled up my lips, and I just wanted his lips on mine once again.
"It drives me crazy when you look at me like that. I love the lure of you, and the sweetness of you. Your eyes... your arms... your legs... I am crazy in love with all of you."
"I love you. I adore you. I'm so grateful I gave my life to you."
"Good thing I'm off-duty because you have no idea how bad I want you right now. Just concentrate on me, because I want to fucking tear you apart."
"Show me how you want me."
I was looking up at Tom as he pulled off my jacket followed by my band shirt over my head, exposing my freckled shoulders and black bra. It's one of his favorites, because the fabric is delicately sheer and there is no padding. A smirk emerged on his lips that were now smeared with faint marks of my deep plum lipstick that I put on this morning. He slid the sheer fabric side to side, the friction caused my nipples to pucker and harden.
He bent at his hips slightly so his lips could reach down below my belly button and he planted his warm lips on my skin. He moved up a little before giving me another kiss right above my belly button, another between the top of my ribs, then another on my chest. He went up to my collar bone, and took a rest stop at my neck. He moved on to my jaw, before finally finding his home again on my lips. All the while, his hand was exploring my curves, and somehow managed to release my belt from its buckle with one hand and flicked the button of my jeans open. His hands are big and strong, but delicate when he touches me. His other hand was propped up on the arm rest above my head, holding his weight. His touch was magnetizing and I felt like I was floating when I was with him.
"You are so rock and roll, and I mean that in the hottest way possible," he breathed out.
"Wow, you're strong. Be gentle with me," I told him breathlessly. I could feel his power, but he still knows I can take him there with me. He thrills me. With him, all of my dreams come true. He is who I have been waiting for my entire life. He is perfect to me.
The fierce passion we had for each other shifted into a sensual love. Our kisses turned gentle, but Tom never lost his desire for me. His lips were as sweet as candy, and I was tasting them like I was exploring Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. Tom pulled away from me, and he left me longing to be back with him. His deep brown eyes locked with mine, and I melted further into the mattress. His gaze was intense, and he looked like he was studying my features adoringly. I seized the opportunity to pluck Tom's hat off his head and placed it on mine. I love this man more than words can say.
Tom chuckled softly and traced his fingers up my torso. Goosebumps chased his touch until his big hand landed in my hair. His long fingers twisted around the strands and he said in a hoarse voice, "I want to start a family with you, and you look like you want to get pregnant tonight."
My gasp turned into a laugh as I playfully slapped his bare chest that hovered over me. I scolded, "you really have to quit saying that. You're going to manifest it and we will both be in trouble."
Tom laughed and silenced me by tilting my chin up just slightly with his finger and replacing my words with moans as he smashed his lips down to mine. His tongue danced with mine like I was a popsicle. His hand traced down my body, slick with sweat, until he reached my black lace underwear. He hooked it with his thumb and slowly dragged it down to my knees.
In a sensuous and raspy voice, he whispered, "since you're getting yourself wet for me, I guess you're all mine."
Tom braced himself as he mounted over me. I was practically trembling from how bad I wanted him. I wanted him so badly, I could barely breathe. I needed him so much, I couldn't talk.
There were no obstacles to keep us away from each other. My eyes didn't leave his as I bent my knees, and gave myself to him. Completely vulnerable, a gift I could give to only him. I've been so happy loving him. He said softly, "I'll make love to you, anyway you want me to. Anything you ask—I will give you the love of your life. I will not let go until you tell me to."
"You can have my everything," I breathed out.
There wasn't much warning. He started off gentle. I bit my lips together to let out a silent groan, which sounded more like a deep exhale. Every time it seemed like he was done, he would take me again. With another kiss, he would put me in another position. Another reposition, another kiss. He's dominant, and is gripping my hips in a way that makes me realize that I'll have marks for days. It was a cycle I hoped would never end.
I took his influence and straddled his face. His hands gripped my ass and he pulled me closer to his mouth. I inhaled sharply and I gripped the headboard in front of me while breathing heavily. A moan escaped my mouth, which made me feel a little embarrassed but Tom seemed to like it. He repeated the motion with his tongue, so I leaned forward and bit down on the headboard to silence myself, adding to my collection of deep teeth marks embedded in the wood.
Looking back, I didn't really care if the neighbors could hear us or not. Cops could have been knocking on our door, and we would not have stopped for anything or anyone. Laying on my back again, Tom had a fistful of my hair, and never in my life had I felt closer to God. He makes me feel perfect.
I clenched my butt, causing what I call "the grip of death". Tom proved to have enjoyed that by thrusting faster, which brought a burst of sweet pleasure that traveled through my entire body. I had never felt so good. I put my arms around him to try to get closer, scratching his back in the process. The wooden headboard was slapping hard against the wall. I felt warm droplets of his sweat drip onto my bare stomach and cheeks, and his face glistened from the warmth we were creating. I almost thought I was levitating. I've never wanted anyone like this before Tom, and I'm sure he could feel that I'm crazy for him through my kiss.
When we disengaged, he rested his body against mine, becoming a blanket. My chest trembled as I tried to catch my breath, feeling a bead of sweat slide down my temple. We were still in time, and with every breath I was deeper into him. Making love to Tom was always incredibly special.
Tom pressed himself up again and I felt his sweaty body leave mine. I cupped my hands around his face and I kissed him deeply. His free hand traveled down to my waist and he held me there.
Tom let out a soft whimper and I felt his body relax. His body began to fall to the side, and his grip on me tightened as we fell off the bed, taking the blanket we tangled ourselves in with us. Tom groaned as he landed on his back and I collapsed down to his chest. He was trembling, so I knew I did my job right.
I put my hands on his pectoral muscles and lifted my head up to ask while laughing, "are you okay?"
He kept his hand on my waist that pressed against his, and his other hand reached up to tuck some of my fallen hair out of my face and to readjust the hat so it was out of my eyes. "I thought we were in the middle of the bed. I might need some of your medicine to make me feel better," he laughed. "That was amazing. You are fucking amazing."
His answer reassured me that his pain from falling off the bed had quickly subsided. He wrapped his warm arm around me, and grabbed the bill of the hat to pull me down to his lips. I once again fell for his delicious and loving affection.
Man, this must be life.
I hope you guys enjoyed the 🌶spice🌶 😂 I'm new at writing steamy scenes so bear with me as I figure it out. I hope this adds some flavor for you guys 🤌🤌
Thank you so so much for reading 💕
The first-half of this chapter was inspired by that episode in Modern Family called Tough Love! I watched that whole series recently (love it) and noticed that Mitchell mentions 21 Jump Street twice 😂
Next chapter, Tom brings home a present for Mickey 🥰