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  ​ In her tactical boots, dark gray police uniform pants, and a black sports bra, Robin walks across the backyard to the barn. The sky is gray like wet uncured concrete as night begins to fall, and there’s a gentle cool breeze making the ring of tall green pines that encircle her yard and house to sway back and forth, as if they’re slowly dancing to a song only they can hear.

  ​ Robin spins the dial on the combination lock to the barn, pulls the chain free, and slides the door open a couple feet. The barn is pitch black, but the gap in the door offers just enough light that she can find the switch to turn the soft orange overhead lights on. Kneeling down next to several buckets of sand, Robin uses a large scoop to fill more than a dozen canvas bags with sand and ties them off with some military grade paracord.

  ​ After the last bag is filled and a loop has been tied in its cord, Robin hangs the bags from hook capped chains dangling from the barn rafters, spacing them at two to four feet intervals.

  ​ She takes several deep calming breaths with her eyes closed, stretches her neck, back, and shoulders, and then lifts her head with a smile. Robin quickly walks through the bags, pushing them in various directions, and after she sends the last bag swinging, she spins around, pulls a knife from her right thigh holster, and aims for the furthest sandbag wildly swinging from its chain. She zones in on the bag, seeing past the bags swinging in the foreground, and releases her knife. The blade rapidly flips in a deadly spiral till it plunges deep into her intended target.

  ​ Her smile curls her lips higher, making her high cheekbones shine like polished copper from the orange lights above her. With a burst of wild energy, Robin grabs a knife in each hand, spins, and releases one knife into another bag while slashing out at another. She controls her blade to only allow a small cut to form in the bag, and then sends the knife flying into another bag.

  ​ Spinning, lunging, and falling into diving rolls, Robin fights her way through the swinging bags of sand, stabbing and slashing them, sending their contents trickling to the wooden floor below. Working hard, as if she’s fighting a never-ending army of enemies, Robin’s body breaks into a sweat, offering a bond for the sand flying around her and dusting her finely sculpted copper body with white gritty powder.

  ​ After over an hour of training hard, Robin releases her last knife, puncturing her target dead center. As she’s resting her hands on her hips, her long black ponytail is yanked down, and a foot kicks her behind her knee, sending her down to the floor on both knees. As she’s about to make her defensive move to get free, the barrel of a pistol is firmly pressed into her temple. A hand yanks her head back, causing her to look up at her assailant, and she releases a laugh of relief.

  ​ “Did you just get home?”

  ​ “I did. Are you happy to see me?”

  ​ “That’s kind of hard to answer with a gun pointed at my head.”

  ​ Grace Sharp, Robin’s wife, smiles and bends down to kiss her wife’s forehead, without losing her grip on Robin’s hair or removing the gun from her temple. Robin smiles, but Grace tugs down on her hair, causing Robin to groan in pain as her neck is bent too far backwards.

  ​ “What are you going to do about your predicament?”

  ​ Just as she’s finishing the question, Robin quickly slams a hand up against her wife’s pistol wielding hand, and bends backwards, getting out of the way just as the gun goes off, shooting a hole through the wall of the barn next to her.

  ​ Robin grips her wife’s hands and spins, sweeping Grace’s feet out from under her. As she lands on the floor with her, they grapple for a few moments. Robin gets Grace pinned down, straddles her hips, and steals her pistol. She ejects the magazine, tosses it aside, and ejects the round sitting in the chamber before tossing the pistol in the opposite direction.

  ​ Grace just smiles up at her wife and lies still, as if content in this position. Robin feels around her waist, and between her thighs. Robin smiles as she grips the second pistol strapped to the inside of her wife’s thigh. Grace inhales deeply and rises up in an aroused way as Robin pushes her hand down Grace’s pants to take her second gun.

  ​ As soon as Robin tosses the gun aside, Grace bucks her hips up against Robin, and twists, unseating Robin. They quickly stand up and begin to spar.

  ​ Grace is a beautiful woman with almond cream skin, medium brown hair, just a shade darker than a chestnut, light gray-blue eyes, and a slim fit figure. She’s dressed in a black women’s pant suit with a light blue button up blouse tucked in at the waist, and flat dress shoes.

  Grace is an FBI agent and has been away for three weeks for work in the nation’s capital. She wasn’t sure when she’d be home, so her arrival is a surprise.

  Robin and Grace have been blocking everything each other throws out, but just as Grace is swinging a right hook punch for Robin’s jaw, Robin slips in the sand, losing her footing and takes the punch full force.

  Robin bends over laughing and groaning in pain, and Grace lifts Robin’s face with a loving smile to check for any damage.

  “Still beautiful – no bruise or cut.”

  “Yet.”

  Grace’s smile widens, and she slips her hand behind Robin’s neck. As she pulls her wife into a kiss, she presses her other hand against Robin’s clenched and defined six-pack abs. While their lips and tongues tumble and twist in a sucking lashing mind numbing passionate kiss, their lungs struggle to maintain a steady flow of oxygen, and their hearts begin to pump fast and hard. Grace pushes against Robin, walking her backwards, and presses her back against the cool wooden wall of the barn.

  Robin tries to break free as Grace’s fingers scrape down her abs, uncomfortably reminding her of the sand coating her body, but Grace holds her firm and releases a quiet moan. Robin smiles against her wife’s mouth and pushes against her shoulder just enough to break their mouths apart.

  With a loving smile, Robin caress’s Grace’s cheek, and says, “Welcome home, baby.” Grace releases a frustrated sound of arousal, and pulls in closer to Robin’s body, whispering, “I missed you”, against Robin’s mouth.

  As their mouths resume kissing, Robin bends down, picking Grace up, and Grace wraps her legs around Robin’s waist. Robin pulls her wife’s body in tight against hers and walks towards the barn exit to take her wife in the house.

  Fumbling to work while Grace firmly holds her in a kiss, Robin locks the barn since their weapons are just strewn around. Grace only allows her to pull back a few times while Robin carries her inside and tries to negotiate around furniture and up the stairs to their bathroom.

  As soon as Robin flips the light switch in the bathroom, Grace drops off of Robin’s waist, and rips her suit jacket off. As Robin starts unbuttoning Grace’s blouse, Grace unbuttons Robin’s pants and pushes them off of her hips.

  “I have been dying to get home to you.”

  Grace slips her hands over Robin’s firm ass and squeezes it in both hands as she engages her wife in another intense kiss. Robin palms up her wife’s smooth fit stomach, over her soft shell clad breasts that easily fill her hands, and glides back to unhook her bra. Grace quickly pulls her shirt and bra off and kicks her shoes off.

  “Get naked. I need to be with you now.”

  Robin releases a small moan at the urgency in her wife’s tone and from watching her frantically stripping her pants, panties, and socks off .

  Grace’s need is so strong that she doesn’t even wait for the water to heat before she’s pulling Robin into the shower, causing both of them to gasp in shock and laugh.

  “Get that sand off of you.”

  Grace pulls the showerhead down, and sprays Robin with the still chilled current of water, causing her to shiver, and hop around, which makes Grace laugh.

  After Grace returns the showerhead to its bracket, and before she can fully turn around, Robin grabs her and pushes her against the shower wall. Grace smiles as she presses her hands on the wall to brace herself. Robin presses the front of her body against Grace’s back, and gra
bs her hands, gliding them up higher on the wall to hold together in her left hand.

  “You know I could easily get out of this.” Robin smiles as she grips Grace’s earlobe with her teeth, giving it a small tug. “Do you really want to get out of this position, baby?”

  Robin glides her hand down Graces small round ass, grips her cheek firmly, and then slips her hand forward, between her wife’s thighs. As Robin glides between her arousal slicked lips, Grace’s eyes close and she releases a small moan of relief and pleasure.

  “God, I fucking missed you.” Robin hovers her lips above Grace’s, and says, “I missed you too” before she pulls her into a passionate kiss.

  Grace pulls back breathing hard and trembling. She rests her forehead against the shower wall, but Robin suddenly grips her shoulder, and spins her, without pulling her hand out from between her thighs. Robin pushes her wife’s back against the wall, and palms over one breast with her free hand, as she envelops her other breast in her mouth. Grace wraps her arms around Robin’s strong shoulders for support, as her orgasm begins to grow. Her breathing and moans increase, and her body starts to shake. Robin drops to her knees, with Grace’s hands anxiously following her descending shoulders for support to remain standing. Robin engulfs Grace’s clit, and firmly sucks in, eliciting a loud scream from her wife. Grace’s body shutters as she climaxes.

  “Oh, fuck, that was amazing.”

  Robin smiles up at her wife, and before she stands, she gives her soft kisses on her slender thighs and slightly jutting hipbones. She trails kisses up the fine line of definition down Grace’s feminine stomach, and then firmly kisses her lips. Grace wraps Robin in her arms and takes deep breaths while she rests her face against Robin’s neck.

  “Have you had dinner yet?”

  “No, I wanted to get home to eat with you. You better not have eaten yet.” Robin releases a small laugh and kisses Grace on her temple. “No, baby, I haven’t had dinner yet. Come on, I’ll cook for you.” Grace lifts her head with a cute seductive grin and shakes her head. “It’s my turn. I’ve been waiting for over three weeks to get my mouth and hands on you.”

  Before Robin can respond, Grace engages her in a kiss, and spins her, pinning her back against the wall. Her mouth and hands move over Robin in a hungry way, as if Robin’s body is the most delicious thing she’s ever had in her mouth. Her lips, tongue, and hands trace each of Robin’s curves, muscles, breasts, and her very defined six-pack abs.

  As Grace kneels in front of her, Robin runs a hand over her wife’s head, and panting for air, and slightly trembling, she says, “I love you so goddamn much.”

  “I love you too.”

  Grace quickly dives between her thighs, and Robin’s hand tightens on Grace’s head, as a loud moan rips up her throat.

  After Robin climaxes, they quickly shampoo and wash their bodies, trying to beat the water heater as the water begins to become chill. They towel dry and then walk in the nude out to their bedroom. Grace traces her fingers over her side of the bed, which is perfectly made while Robin’s side has the covers folded down, from getting out of bed this morning.

  “This side of the bed looks so lonely.”

  “It has been a very lonely space while you were away. I hate when you have to travel, especially when you’re on assignment.”

  “Awe, do you worry about me?” Grace wraps her arms around the back of Robin’s neck with an adorable happy grin curling her lips and pressing their bodies together. “You know I do. There’s too many crazy people out there.”

  “You’ll be happy to know we received a break in a case we’ve been working on for over a year, so we were able to get about thirty of those crazy people off of the streets, for now at least.”

  “That’s great. Were you a part of the raid?” Grace smiles and shakes her head as she leans in. With her lips just barely touching Robin’s, she says, “I was in DC and the location was in Baltimore. There wasn’t enough time for me to get there when we received the intel. We had to send a SWAT team to handle the raid.”

  “Are you going to kiss me now?” Grace smiles against Robin’s lips, and teasingly traces her lips with her tongue for a moment. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

  “Yes.”

  “You don’t want to hear about my big case?” Grace gives Robin a challenging look but continues to keep her lips just barely touching her wife’s. “How about you kiss me, and then you tell me about your case?”

  Without another word, Grace engages Robin in a fast-urgent kiss. Robin feels a tug of arousal behind her clit, and inhales deeply as she lifts Grace up to wrap her legs around her waist. Grace smiles against Robin’s mouth, and then releases a cute excited giggle as they land on the bed.

  At the same time, they slip a hand between each other’s thighs, and begin to thrust and grind their bodies against each other. While trying to stay locked in a kiss, their breathing rapidly increases and their mouths begin to stall, just resting against each other’s while they enjoy the pleasure coursing through them.

  After they’ve climaxed close together, they fall limp and panting for air with Robin laying on top of Grace. With a shaky hand, Grace rubs Robin’s back and kisses the top of her head.

  “How was your day?”

  “Typical, but we’re not supposed to be talking about my day. We’re supposed to be talking about your big case.”

  “Let’s get dressed and I’ll tell you about it while we cook. I’m starving.”

  Chapter Three

  While Robin grabs the two halves of the blueberry bagel out of the toaster, Grace leans across her to grab two mugs out of the cabinet in front of her. Grace fills the mugs with hot rich black Columbian coffee, and Robin spreads sweet almond cream cheese on the bagel. She adds a half to each plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and orange wedges they worked together to make, and then they take their plates and coffees to the dining room table.

  “What time will you be home tonight?”

  Grace swallows her sip of coffee and savors the heat in her throat for a moment before she answers.

  “I should be home in time to cook dinner for you.” Robin smiles around her bite of eggs, and quickly chews and swallows. “What are you making for me?”

  “It’s a surprise. So, before I have to go into work, I need to talk to you about something because I know it will be a point of discussion when I have to meet with Hodgins.”

  Robin’s jaw tenses as she stabs her eggs a bit too aggressively, creating a loud scrapping sound and causing her eggs to scatter across the plate.

  “They want you to come back.”

  “Are they ready to tell the truth about what happened to my partner? ”

  Grace takes a deep breath and leans back in her chair while staring in Robin’s eyes. Neither of them blinks for at least a minute before Grace shakes her head.

  “I haven’t been able to find anything out. Hodgins insists that it’s a matter of national security to stick to the story. He even claims it’s for our own good and protection not to tell us the truth. He threatened me with suspension if I ask again.”

  Robin scoffs and roughly bites into her crisp chewy bacon. She chews for a moment before saying, “What a piece of shit. He knows a condition of me returning is to know what happened to Walker, and he’s going to threaten you to try to get me back? I have half a mind to walk in there today and drag him across his desk by his tie and then kick is fat lying piece of shit ass through the entire building.”

  “Babe, you have to remember, there is corruption in every institution. I have no idea if Hodgins betrayed Walker, but I do know what we do as agents makes a difference. My superiors might not be trustworthy, but I know I can lay down with a clean conscience at night, and that’s what matters to me. I am where I think I have the greatest impact on the overall good for this country, regardless of the scorpions in the system.”

  “Are you saying, I’m not doing something important?”

  “No, I didn’t say that. But I know you have inva
luable skills and talents that are hard to come by, and we’re struggling to keep up with the level of skills and talents on the opposing sides.”

  “You think I should go back. You think I should just accept that I’ll never know what happened to Walker and go back to work for those lying assholes.”

  “I can’t make that decision for you. All I’m saying is that having you back would be a blessing, but I wouldn’t hold it against you if you stick to your guns on this. You know I live by my rule book first and the laws either fit in or they don’t and I don’t give a shit if I have to break them to do what I think is right. You live the same way. We both deal with a lot of bullshit around us that we can’t change, but when we have a victory, it makes some of that bullshit worth dealing with. I support you either way. Are you satisfied on the police force?”

  “Of course not. It’s bullshit work. I spend more time breaking up arguments and forcing grown men and women to stop throwing tantrums. I’m a nanny with a badge and gun.”

  “Babe, if you have such a poor view of what you do, does not knowing about Walker really outweigh the satisfaction you had while working in the bureau?”

  “I don’t know. Not knowing if he’s alive or dead, if he was a traitor or if he was used as a scape goat, just makes it hard to be willing to work for them again. I struggle with the fact that you’re still there and something like that could happen to you.”

  “So, you’re playing JV because varsity is too tough?”

  Robin’s eyes narrow to slits and her mouth pinches as her jaw tenses. She quickly stands up, making her chair loudly scrape backwards on the wooden floor. As she starts to walk out, Grace grabs her arms and roughly shoves her against the wall.

  “Get off of me.”

  “Listen to me. I understand why you left the bureau and why you hate that I’m still there. I get it. Don’t you think I worry about that shit happening too? We know the corruption in the system is real and not just rumors. We know they can get in a person’s head and make them do all sorts of shit without having any ability to resist or have any memory of doing it. But what we have to decide is if we’re servants for the good of humanity, or if we’re servants of our fears. Being a servant for the good of humanity comes with great risks. Shit, you know how many volunteer humanitarians are raped, kidnapped, and murdered every year, yet people still choose to work in those fields despite those risks. The world is a dangerous place, and it takes tough ass caring people to make it a bit less dangerous.”