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bin suggested.
“Or we could give up for the night and look for her in the morning.”
“I want to find her tonight,” Robin said. “We need to get this resolved now, show the police what we’ve learned. See if they’ll look at the evidence a little differently. We might even get Betsy released.”
Leslie nodded.
“But, I’m getting cold,” Robin added, “Let’s stop by my apartment for a few minutes so I can change. Then we’ll drive to the estate.”
Robin drove to the old brownstone neighborhood where her apartment was located, finding a parking place just in front.
Leslie gazed up at the quaint building, remembering when Robin had moved out of their shared apartment into this place. How she’d cried. The warm yellow lights now glowing in several windows gave the place a welcoming appearance.
“I’ll wait for you here,” Leslie suggested.
“Hey, I’ll be a few minutes, how about a cup of coffee?” Robin suggested. “If we’re going to be on this all night, we don’t have to hurry.”
Leslie agreed.
After serving her partner a steamy cup of espresso, Robin went into her bedroom to change. She returned with a heavy sweater replacing the thin blouse, and grabbed a coat from the closet, tossing it over the back of a chair. Then, sitting down opposite Leslie, she took a sip of her coffee.
“You were kind of spooked at Jane’s cottage,” Robin said.
Leslie shrugged, looking rather sheepish for the normally self-assured detective. “I guess I can’t hide much from you, can I?”
“You never could. Thinking about Jane and her sex games, perhaps? About being in Zelda’s place at Jane’s feet the other night?”
Leslie chuckled. “Maybe…” she answered vaguely. She didn’t want to look directly at Robin. Anytime in the last few days that the conversation turned to sex, her palms had started to sweat, and she felt a strange prickly heat between her legs. It shouldn’t feel so strange anymore as often as this sexual response occurred – at the club, when she looked at the murder photographs, the photos in Felicia’s room, the sex in Jane’s cottage, and then this morning when they obviously interrupted Martha and Zelda in the middle of something sexual.
“Why are you avoiding the issue?” Robin asked.
“It looks, well, fascinating, I suppose, but I can’t believe I’d crawl on the floor for any woman, or make another women crawl at my feet. Somehow all that posturing, I think I’d lose the sexual excitement.”
“Funny, Les, you played around at the club, and had no problem,” Robin reminded her. She had a way of making Leslie look into the vast depths of her haunting blue eyes.
“The atmosphere in that place, how could I not? And Leta was hardly your typical Domme, she certainly wasn’t Jane. It was just one of those things that happens, like suddenly finding yourself in bed with people you never expected to be attracted to. A little drink and you’ll do most anything.”
“But you weren’t drinking that night,” Robin said. Leslie would never drink on the job.
“Of course I wasn’t. It was the place, just being there is like being drunk, soaking up the vibes. An experience, not a life pattern.”
Robin flashed her a haughty grin. “You’re making excuses,” she said. She rose from her seat and went to the couch where Leslie sat, then knelt to her side on the floor, leaving her espresso cup on the coffee table. Her gentle hand moved along Leslie’s thigh. “How about let’s take care of what we’re feeling now? I don’t wait any longer and you’re being silly for being so cautious.”
Leslie looked into Robin’s smoldering eyes, unable to fend off the longing in her sexual body. Pent-up desire… need… a desperation only growing more real by the minute, now that Robin forced this confrontation. “So who’s going to be in charge?”
“Does it matter?” Robin leaned forward, touching Leslie’s lips with hers. The tentative exploration began.
Leslie’s immediate reaction was to dive headlong into Robin’s body for a quick fuck… but she stopped herself and instead lay back passively on the couch, letting Robin make love to her; a particularly submissive position for Leslie and one she’d rarely taken in the past when the two made love. Now, today, it was exactly what needed to happen.
Robin took away Leslie’s half finished cut of espresso and set it on the table. Then taking Leslie’s hands in hers, she pinned them over her head, moving aggressively to her lover’s lips, her tongue forcing its way into Leslie’s mouth.
Robin backed away ever so slightly, then bit the brunette’s lip with her teeth.
“Ouch!”
“Leave your arms right there,” Robin ordered, sensing that Leslie was about to revolt. So, she settled back, suddenly mesmerized by her partner… her friend’s intriguingly dominant behavior. “You’ve wanted to have me again for a long time, so tonight you will.”
“But this way?” Leslie said, feeling excited but bewildered. “I didn’t imagine it like this.”
