Fandom: Houston Knights
Series: Other Pairings
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Joe/Annie
Archive: Starwinder's
Title: Forbidden Fruit 3
Author: Starwinder
e-mail address: starwinder2of7@gmail.com

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Forbidden Fruit 3
By Starwinder

Detective Sgt. Levon Lundy sat in a booth at Chicken's morosely staring off into space. A half empty bottle of beer sat in front of him and he idly picked at the label. A plate of ribs, barely touched, had been pushed to one side.

Chicken came and slid into the seat opposite him. "What's the matter, Levon? Takes a lot to put you off your feed."

"Ain't nothing really the matter, Chicken. Just feeling a mite down's all."

"Haven't seen LaFiamma around much. You two ain't fightin' again are you?"

"Naw. Boy's just got other things to do."

"Still seeing a lot of Annie. Huh?"

"I never said that."

"Didn't have to. She doesn't come in near as often anymore either. Figure that they are spending the time together." He paused then went on, "You still have a problem with it?"

"I don't know, Chicken. I just don't know. I've never seen Joe so happy... or Annie. Yet... I wish they hadn't started this. Wish they were just friends. It's bound to get messy."

"True. But love, real love, don't come along often. If that's what they've found, what right has anyone got to tell them that they have to give it up."

"I reckon then the question is: How real is it?"

"They're the only ones that know the answer."

"Guess you're right."

"In which case you sitting, worrying, ain't doing any good is it?"

Lundy sighed. "You got that right." He picked up the beer and took a swig. Looking toward the pool table, he spotted Esteban rolling a ball across it checking the lay of the table. "I think I'll go see if my amigo over there wants to play a friendly game." He gave Chicken a nod and ambled toward the pool table.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Joe LaFiamma and Annie Hartung were on his couch, cuddling. He kissed her gently on the top of her head and hugged her tight. "Annie, babe?"

"Huummm?"

"We've been... I guess you could say... lovers for what? Three months now?"

"Something like that, Joey."

"I love you, Annie. I want to... oh, Annie, you know what I want! Are you ever gonna let me really make love to you? Stay the night?"

"Joey, you know that it's not that I don't want to. I do. I love you, too. I just..."

"Don't think that I can handle it."

"You just don't understand."

"What is there to understand? Huh? I. Love. You." He separated each word for emphasis. "I truly do, Annie. I'm not stupid, I know that you have to have things done that another woman wouldn't to be ready for sex but... so what? I want to make love to you. I'll do whatever needs to be done... and it won't turn me off. I've read the books. We've talked about it. All that's left is to just do it."

"I know. I just... worry."

"Annie, it's always scary the first time. Even when there's not some big thing to worry about. There's hundreds of little things to worry about. But you gotta take a chance. You gotta try or you'll never find that special someone that will love you forever, just as you are."

She looked up at him, studying the serious face of the handsome younger man that she was rapidly falling in love with. She reached up to caress his cheek and saw again the deep love in his eyes. All her doubts suddenly seemed foolish. [He loves me. He really loves me. Just as I am.]

She smiled up at him. "I'll stay." The words slipped out almost before she knew that she'd said them.

The smile that lit his face was the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen.

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Annie awoke slowly, snug and warm, lying in someone's arms. It took her a minute to remember where she was and who she was snuggled up to. [Joey. Sweet, gorgeous, sexy, Joey LaFiamma, the heartthrob of the entire Major Crime Unit and I'm the one that's got him. Me. Annie Hartung, the old lady in the wheelchair. I beat out all the young, beautiful, athletic women to get into Joey's bed!]

She looked up at him. He was smiling in his sleep, smiling, because she was in his bed, in his arms. Her head rested on his chest, that deep broad, muscular chest, one arm lay across him and he had entwined his fingers with hers. Slowly, carefully so as not to wake him she disengaged her hand and began to very gently caress him.

She trailed her fingers along his collarbone, tracing it out to the firm rounded swell of his shoulder muscle then down the arm to stroke the bicep, then the forearm, before returning to twine her fingers back with his.

It was incredible. She could scarcely believe it. Joey loved her. The reality of their love making had been beyond anything she had imagined. He had obviously read up on what was involved in preparing her and had somehow managed to make the preparations seem like foreplay. He'd been gentle, tender and very, very through. She had finally learned from first hand experience that what the doctors had told her was true. With the right person she could experience total sexual fulfillment. He'd talked to her all the time he was making love to her, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her, his voice heavy with passion.

As she looked at him, he opened his eyes and smiled at her, "Hi, beautiful," his voice was a sexy whisper. "You wanna get up or---" He broke off to flash her that incredible smile of his, "you wanna make love... again?"

She trembled, just the sound of his voice was exciting. Without hesitation she smiled back at him and said, "Make love."

He laughed aloud, a sound of pure joy, and gathered her into his arms.

Annie felt as if she'd died and gone to heaven.

The End