AFTER Pt. 1
Rating: R to NC-17
Author’s notes: A short piece, set just after the Season
2 episode, “Ellie”. The plot bunny just wouldn’t
go away (you know how they are). And, it’s a total “Mary
Sue”. Substitute your own name wherever appropriate and see
how that works out for ya!
This is dedicated to the other Jim Brass-loving writers at the
board, far more prolific than I. With appreciation for your great
work, I hope you enjoy this one. Fall term is now one week old and
my students all want their shit graded. You know how they are…
Please R and R, cheers!
“Come back to me, Ellie,” he said, a single tear trailing
silently down his cheek. The noise and the splash of the nearby
fountain barely covered the hammering in his chest. He tried to
ignore the pounding at the back of his head too, just barely.
She leaned in close and Jim felt a faint glimmer of hope, of reconciliation
with his only child. So what if they weren’t biologically
related? Ellie Rebecca Brass was the child of his heart. And right
now, she broke it like no one else in the world could. She and her
mother had that in common for sure.
“Dad,” she whispered. “It’s way too late.
Have to catch a flight to Jersey, midnight. Mom says I can stay
with her for awhile.” The young woman’s eyes were wet
with tears she stubbornly refused to shed; at least some of the
frost had melted, even if Ellie wouldn’t acknowledge it.
“Sure, okay. You need a ride to the airport? I can get you
there fast,” Jim offered, trying to smile and sound upbeat.
What he really wanted to do was scream to see if some of the pain
would leave him alone, not that it had ever worked before.
“Thanks, but I’m taking the shuttle.” Ellie adjusted
the bag on her shoulder and kept her face carefully neutral.
Jim smiled gently. “Oh, yeah. Okay. Catch you later.”
Ellie returned a small smile and gave a little wave. Then she turned
and was gone. Brass stood watching her go, disappearing into the
crowd of tourists and vacationers. And families. His shoulders sagged
“Shit,” he sighed as he turned and headed for his car.
Jim really didn’t want to think right now; his head hurt but
not nearly as bad as before. Except for his concussion, a nice bottle
of bourbon, neat, would take him somewhere else. Anywhere but here.
I usually go to Las Vegas to get away from work. Well, the traffic
to be honest. Orlando has just grown too much, too soon for my tastes,
so I trade one glitzy fantasyland for another. But at least I could
still keep in touch with my son Jack, a U.S. Marine on duty overseas
somewhere. Somewhere dangerous probably. His weekly e-mails are
more precious than gold, but he cannot tell me exactly where his
duty has taken him. So do I worry? Of course. I can’t watch
the news anymore. I’d never sleep if I did, even with Master’s
level swim team practice five days a week, starting at oh-dark-thirty.
What was I thinking?
I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going as
I left the Internet café, and shuffling a small stack of
photos I had just picked up. These same photos that scattered on
the sidewalk when I ran right smack into him.
“Oh, I am so sorry” and “Excuse me, are you alright?”
we said, not sure who spoke which. As one we knelt to retrieve them;
me, blushing like a fool. Whoever this man was, he smelled fantastic.
I had raised my son as a single parent, and wasn’t dating
anyone back home at the moment, so why not?
He was chuckling softly as he handed me some of the snapshots.
“I could get into big trouble if you called some of those
guys on me.” He held out a hand to help me to my feet. Strong
too, I thought, and finally I was able to get a good look at
him. He nearly took my breath away, he was that handsome; about
my age, maybe a bit younger, and just a fraction taller than I.
What he had just said managed to sink in and I grinned a bit sheepishly.
“No, it’s my son and his pals. He’s…”
I had to stop at the surprise of what I now saw in his face. His
cheeks were damp but it wasn’t raining. The momentary flicker
of pain in his blue-violet eyes broke my heart; somehow I knew it
wasn’t physical hurt, not really. He’d been crying.
It made him even more beautiful in my mind.
“Are you alright?” I asked quietly, my hand still clasped
in his. He seemed embarrassed when he let go, wiping his brow and
“Oh, yeah. Allergies,” he lied. For some reason, he
lingered near, like he didn’t want to be alone with whatever
was hurting him so much.
“Me too.” I nodded, ending my internal debate. “Um,
I was just on my way to grab a snack before I headed back to my
hotel room. I know it’s late but would you like to join me?”
Who was this woman speaking in my voice? I’ve known the
guy, what, fifteen seconds?
He looked surprised, and then pleased. “Sure. That would
be…that would be great. I’m Jim Brass by the way.”
Jim held out his hand again, smiling.
I took it, again and had to smile back. “Mary Nolan. It’s
nice to meet you, Jim.”
So, honestly we did have a light snack, bagels or something, I don’t
really remember what it was. And one or two cocktails at the bar
in my hotel. And as we chatted, it grew later and later; I couldn’t
help being drawn in closer and closer to him. Captain Jim Brass
is an incredibly handsome man although I don’t think he even
realizes it most of the time. He’s also an incredible gentleman.
I didn’t think he’d ever get down to kissing me, and
I’d been staring at his lips and eyes for at least an hour.
When I invited him up to my room, he remained the charming escort,
but once inside the door, I didn’t hesitate to let him know
that I wanted it as much as he.
“Jim,” I told him softly. “You have nothing to
feel guilty about. We’re both old enough to make grown-up
decisions by now.” Sex at fifty is so different from sex at
twenty, in many ways, most of them good ones.
He smiled and cocked his head to one side, speculatively. “Oh
yeah?” Leaning in to kiss me again while I stepped out of
my heeled shoes, he actually growled when I pushed his suit coat
from his shoulders. He steadied me with both hands on my hips, then
steered back until I was against the wall. I had to pull him in
closer after that, just to feel his body against mine. And it was
Jim reached to unbutton my blouse, and as he did he looked in my
eyes, as if seeking permission. “Mary, you’re sure?
I don’t expect…”
I touched his cheek and he leaned into my palm, sighing quietly.
I started undoing his shirt buttons, to return the favor. “Absolutely.
You look fabulous to me, Jim.”
Something in his face changed, ever so slightly, and he let me
see then the passion and intensity he usually kept under wraps,
buried down under a cool, and even sarcastic façade. He removed
his shirt confidently, and stopped me unfastening his belt and trousers.
This next deep kiss left me breathless and I couldn’t help
letting my hands wander appreciatively over his broad chest and
“Over here,” he said, leading me to the bed. Damn,
even his voice was sexy, and I wasn’t about to protest.
I swear he was teasing me as he undressed me, kissing and caressing
my body the whole time. Killing me softly, indeed. After what seemed
like an eternity, we were both finally naked on the bed together,
kissing and stroking each other. The fires were starting to burn
quite hot as he massaged my breasts; tasting one and rubbing the
other in gentle but firm circles. My hands made their own way over
his head and shoulders, enjoying the feel of his skin and the texture
of his hair. My eyes hadn’t fooled me before: his hair was
baby-fine and he had this intoxicating aftershave or whatever it
was. I’d have to remember to ask him about it when my brain
started working again. Later.
He made small noises of pleasure at my breast, then eased back
up to kiss me again, both of us sighing from the sensations coursing
through our bodies. “Wow,” he said reverently. It was
at that moment that he reached down to stroke between my legs, and
to ease a finger inside of me.
I couldn’t help myself. I arched against him and reflexively
spread my legs a bit more. “Wow yourself, Jim,” I replied
huskily. He was going to have me purring any second now. I could
feel him chuckle softly against my mouth and soon I was enjoying
the feel of his tongue on mine, complementing what his gentle hand
was doing to me farther south. I could feel his warm hardness against
my hip and I reached for it. As his erection moved in my hand, I
felt him start to squirm a little. Good.
How much longer we went on like this, I have no idea, but the man
was a virtuoso, bringing me to the edge and then backing off, again
and again and again. Feeling a little tense, I had to take his head
in both my hands and look directly into those gorgeous baby blues.
“Make love to me,” I said. “Please.” Hell,
I’d beg if I had to.
Without a word, he slid himself between my legs and I felt a very
warm tongue tasting and licking me intimately. The explosion came
very quickly (no shit, Sherlock) between the ministrations of his
tongue and fingers. As I clenched and writhed and called his name,
a distant part of my brain hoped I didn’t squeeze him too
hard. Apparently not because as I started back down from that trip
into outer space, Jim was softly stroking my inner thighs and placing
feather-light kisses as well.
He hauled himself up to his knees, I admiring his magnificent manhood
and he winked at me, the cheeky monkey: humor, passion, sexy…all
that jazz. “Ready to go on?” he asked, just his voice
making me twitch again. I smiled and reached down to caress his
face as he positioned himself and entered me smoothly.
“Absolutely,” I told him, drawing him down for a grateful
kiss. “You’re wonderful.”
Jim started slowly, in and out building an intense rhythm as he
kissed me again, murmuring with pleasure as he did. I scratched
his back and massaged his bottom, all at random, encouraging his
movement with my own body. He hit the right spots flawlessly, and
when he started to roll his hips in time to our deep penetration,
I was ready to lose it again. I’m not sure I was too coherent
when he whispered: “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I managed. “Oh, Jim…” was
all I got out when he picked up the pace and I tumbled quickly over
“That’s it, honey. I’m here,” he told me.
This man was so tender that he was going to make me cry. His own
breathing became erratic as he raced to the finish line, groaning
softly as he did so. We just held each other then, sweaty, out of
breath, and oh so satisfied.
I wanted to stay like that, falling asleep in his arms, with his
chest hair tickling my nose, but my body betrayed me. I eased away
from him, dying for a pee. “Be right back.”
I could feel him watching me head into the bathroom, and he was
smiling when I came out again. “Nice tan,” he commented,
looking ruefully down at his own pale skin against the sheets.
“Oh, thanks,” I said, not detecting any reason to be
defensive. “Imagine me still on a swim team at my age.”
I shrugged and had to grin back.
“Sounds good. Not much of that out here for old cops,”
Jim replied, holding the covers open for me as I slid back in beside
him and snuggled close.
“Yeah, right. You’re a lot more than an ‘old
cop’, Jim Brass.” He chuckled and kissed my hair before
leaning over to check the time on his wristwatch. Still a few more
hours to get some sleep.
“I work the graveyard shift, seven to seven. Can I call you
again, after?” I had already told him that my Vegas trip would
be another four days before I flew home to Florida.
“After, good idea.”
And we fell asleep in each other’s arms, with smiles on our
faces. I mean, can you blame me?
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