Chapter Three. Tori slipped quietly into the apartment, smiling when she heard Sam singing from the kitchen

Tori slipped quietly into the apartment, smiling when she heard Sam singing from the kitchen. She sniffed. Chicken spaghetti it was. She stood in the doorway, watching Sam as she poured her concoction into a baking dish.

"I know you're there," Sam murmured without turning around.

"Do you now?"

"Yes. So don't try to be sneaky."

"Need some help?"

"Yes, please."

Tori took the pan, holding it as Sam scooped the last of it into the baking dish. She leaned closer, placing a light kiss on Sam's lips.

Sam smiled, then took the pan from Tori and placed it in the sink before wrapping her arms around Tori's shoulders. "I missed you today."

Tori sighed, letting Sam hold her. "Yeah, me too. It was a rough day."

"I heard, sweetheart."

Tori pulled away slightly. "Feel like a shower?"

"Sure. But we'll need to make it quick."

"How so?"

Sam led Tori into their bedroom. "Because being the good detective that you are, you knew we were having chicken spaghetti tonight."

"And?"

Sam pulled Tori's shirt off, her hands going to her breasts immediately. "And that means you invited Casey to dinner."

Tori closed her eyes as Sam's mouth closed over her nipple. "Do you mind?"

"Of course not." Sam left her breast, finding her lips instead, smiling against them. "Like I said, we'll just have to be quick." She pulled away, slipping out of her shirt and dropping it on the floor next to Tori's. But she stopped Tori's hands when she reached for her. "Meet you in the shower."

Tori kicked off her boots and jeans, following Sam into the bathroom. The water was already running and she opened the glass door, her breath catching like it always did when she saw Sam this way--naked, her skin glistening from the water, mist much like a halo surrounding her. She closed the door behind her, her eyes sliding shut as Sam moved into her arms.

"I love you," Sam whispered against her mouth.

Tori deepened the kiss, moaning as Sam's tongue found its way inside. She slid her hands lower, cupping Sam, holding her firmly against her. Again, it amazed her, the passion they had for one another. No matter how many times they touched, it was never enough. No matter how many times they made love, each time was more powerful than the one before. So she gave in to that passion, moving Sam against the wall, pressing her thigh between Sam's legs.

Sam's hands moved at will across her body, boldly cupping her breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples into hard peaks.

"I love you," Tori murmured.

Sam met her eyes, nodding slightly before lowering her head and capturing a wet nipple in her mouth. Sam's teeth raked against it, causing Tori to flinch before Sam's lips claimed it, sucking it hard into her mouth.

No, she would never tire of this. She leaned her head back, letting Sam have her way. And she did, turning them, pinning Tori against the wall, her thigh nudging her legs apart. Tori's breath came fast as Sam moved her hand between them, slipping into her wetness. She spread her legs, her eyes closing as Sam thrust into her. She let herself go, her hips moving wildly against Sam's hand, her breast aching as Sam's mouth devoured her, her nipple swelling as Sam suckled it. She jerked as Sam's thumb found her clit, moving in circles as her fingers continued their penetration.

Her orgasm hit then, suddenly, without warning. Her hips bucked, her mind exploding as she screamed out in pleasure, the sound echoing around them. Sam pulled her close, moving them into the water, letting the warm stream wash over them.

"God, I love doing that to you," Sam whispered.

Tori opened her eyes, letting Sam brush the water from her face. She smiled. "How is it we never get around to the soap during our showers?"

Sam took her hand and brought it between her legs. Tori's fingers touched her wetness. "Because something always distracts us," she breathed as Tori's fingers filled her. "Soap can come later."

"I heard a rumor today," Sam said as she filled their wineglasses. "From a good source."

"Rumor about what?" Casey asked.

"About you."

"Me?"

"Leslie Tucker from Assault is transferring to Homicide."

"And?"

Sam grinned. "New partner."

"Partner? For me?"

"About time," Tori said. "I can't believe Malone has let it go this long."

"Man, I hate getting new partners." Casey took her wineglass. "Thanks."

"I hear she's nice," Sam said.

"Why is she transferring?"

"She's from Fort Worth. She worked homicide there for six years, I think. She's only been with us for nine months."

Casey looked at Tori. "Did you know?"

"No. Malone hasn't said a word to me. But it'll be good to have your own partner. You won't have to tag around with me and Sikes. Or worse, Donaldson and Walker."

Casey reached for the plate Sam handed her, piled high with chicken spaghetti. "Thanks, Sam."

"I wouldn't worry too much. I've heard good things about her."

"How old is she?"

Sam laughed. "What? You afraid she's older than you and is going to boss you around?"

"Well, it's not like I have a lot of experience in Homicide. And if she's got six years, yeah, she's going to boss me around."

"I think she's our age, so I doubt she's going to be a hard ass."

"Besides, you have seniority," Tori said, taking her own plate from Sam. "She should defer to you."

"Seniority? I've been with you guys for four months." She took a bite of the spaghetti and moaned. "God, Sam, this is so good."

"Thank you."

"And you're right. It will be good to have a partner. Today, for instance, Tori had me running all over campus. And I didn't learn a whole lot in the process."

"And you're sure the boyfriend didn't do it?" Sam asked Tori.

"Yeah. He was beside himself. I don't think anyone is that good of an actor." Tori twisted spaghetti on her fork, then paused. "Besides, he volunteered his DNA."

"It's scary to think it was just random," Casey said. "Because random means no motive."

"And no motive means he could easily do it again," Sam said.

"Maybe we'll get lucky," Tori said. "Mac might get a hit in CODIS."

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