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A Woman in Uniform

Author: Umgaynow
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters... if I did they would certainly have a lot more fun than under the rule of the evil ME empire... I am only using them briefly for my own nefarious and vicarious purposes... I promise to put them back where I found them when I'm done, perhaps slightly rumpled, but not soiled.
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Screwing up all her resolve, Willow turned her back fully toward both the tree and the leather hottie. Hmmmm, I wish she wasn't wearing sunglasses... I bet she has amazing eyes...I wonder what color they are... if I could just get her to take the shades off somehow. Excuse me Miss... yes, this is a police matter... if you could just remove your eyewear please... I'm sure you won't mind if I just frisk you for a second... or maybe a week. Oh hell... it can't hurt just to look! With all the subtlety she could muster, Willow glanced back over her shoulder, but the leather-clad beauty was nowhere to be seen. Shit! Double Shit! OK... OK... you're here to work... yeah, work... that's right.

Willow put her hands on her hips and sighed, running her finger over cold steel. Hmmm, I bet she knows what to do with a pair of handcuffs. Just as her mind began to wander at a gallop, she was shaken out of her reverie by a hand on her shoulder. Willow jumped a foot. "OK, back off!" she commanded in her best official voice, not moving an inch. Slowly, very slowly she started to turn, issuing warnings all the while. "Damn, don't you know better than to put your hands on a police officer? Rule number one in North America, never sneak up on someone who has a gun."

"Oh, I am so sorry... crazy from the heat I guess," said the honeyed voice. Oh, please let that be who I hope it is, Willow turned those last couple of inches and found herself looking into the bluest, most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. Wow, I didn't know eyes came in that color... I could drown in them... no, don't throw me a rope... I'm fine... you Baywatch babes stay on the beach. Detective Rosenberg, tough cop, dissipated like just so much fog or maybe it was more of a condensation kind of thing... there was certainly some wetness involved at any rate.

"Um, that's OK... can I help you with something?"

The leather-clad beauty ran a long finger slowly down Willow's arm to the bottle of water she held in her hand. "You gonna finish that, honey?"

Suddenly, the redhead found herself struck mute. Her brain seemed to have forgotten how to get the words to her mouth. She stood motionless, as she watched the blue-eyed goddess drink down the last of her water. Funny how she couldn't quite recall handing it over to her. All of Willow's attention was focused on a single drop of water. She watched, hypnotized as it clung to that full sensual lower lip, rolled over her chin, down that gorgeous neck, then made a b-line for her incredible cleavage. She had never wanted to be a drop of water so much in her life.

"Mmmmmm, that sure hits the spot... thanks, darlin," her Venus purred, with just the slightest hint of a lovely southern accent, "You really know how to cool a girl off."

"Not quite the response I was hoping for."

"Oh, really?" Blue eyes replied teasingly, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh my God! Did I say that out loud?" Willow squeaked, blushing to her roots.

"Uh-huh," a crooked smile tugged at the corners of those full lips. Willow's face was rapidly coming to resemble a juicy, beefsteak tomato. "You're blushing? That's so cute!" she chuckled, running her fingertips lightly down the side of the redhead's face. "I'm Tara, by the way."

"Wi... Willow," she stammered, "Rosenberg... see?" she pointed to her name badge.

"Hmmm, Willow Rosenberg," Tara ran her finger over the letters on Willow's nametag, just missing the nipple below, but it was still enough to make Willow shiver to her core. "I like it... it suits you."

Hands!! Hands!! Willow couldn't believe how forward the woman was being, not that she wasn't digging it. I bet if I looked up the word sexy in the dictionary (or should that be vaginary) I'd find Tara's picture in place of a definition. "Are you always like this?"

"Like what? Oh..." despite her outward bravado, Tara blushed a little herself, "No... not really... sometimes I'm aggressive," she teased, winking. Willow's lips were moving but once again no sound was coming out. You can look up my picture under... um... something wet... oh yes... Niagara Falls maybe.

"I'm sorry," Tara smiled seductively, I can't help myself, when I see something I like, I just..." Tara glanced over the redhead's shoulder and suddenly seemed rather nervous. "Oh... oh... I have to go." Before Willow could get another word out, Tara had disappeared into the crowd.

"Wait!" Hmmm, guess you didn't catch that huh? "Damn it!"

"Willow! Hey, Willow!"

The redhead turned to find another officer approaching, "Xander," she huffed.

"That's me... the Xan-Man," he laughed at his own words. What a dork.

"I could kill you right now, Harris," she nearly growled.

"Whoa... what's the matter Willster? Now that you're a big important detective, you're too good to talk to your old partner?"

"Xander darling... have you perchance gone blind from the California sun?"


"Did you see who I was talking to?" she asked, over-accentuating every word as though Xander was not only a child, but an unfathomably stupid one at that.

"Uh... yeah... can't say as I know her though," he shrugged.

"I said, did you see her?" Her old friend looked confused, "What did she look like?"

"Huh? She a suspect or something?"

"Xander!" Willow stamped her foot, daggers shooting from her eyes, straight into Xander's heart... metaphorically of course.

"Well, I've never seen her around before... but I guess she was kinda hot... not that I'm a very good judge of that sort of thing... cuz you know me... I like the boys."

"Yes, Xander... she was hot... she was beyond hot... so, that's what's got me wondering... WHY you would come busting in like some big gay bull in a china shop and interrupt?!?!"

"Oh shit, Wills... I'm sorry" he apologized, wincing. A pissed off redhead was never a good thing. "Did you get her digits? Cuz I really think you should call her."

"Oh, Xander... just shut up!"


"What?!? Did you come over here with an actual purpose or did you just wake up this morning and say "Hmm, I think I'll ruin Willow's life today"?"

"Ouch... but, yeah... relief is here... boss man says we can cut out... listen, you wanna go get a drink? I'm buying... I just need to find Billy. Last time I saw him he was hanging around the Lords of Leather booth. He did the same thing last year, then made me call him Spike for two weeks." Willow turned and slipped into the crowd before he even finished speaking. "Damn Willster, rude much?"

She wasn't going home now... oh no... not yet... Willow Rosenberg was a woman with a mission... she had a goddess to find... a sexy, sultry, sassy, sapphire eyed goddess.

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