Rosa woke with a sudden jolt, her body rigid, eyes snapping open as if some unseen alarm had gone off in her head. She scanned the room, confused for a moment, until she realized she was in her own bed. Her gaze darted left, then right.
'Where did he go? Was that a dream?'
A quiet panic hit her, but it was short-lived as she lifted the blanket, and yup, she was naked. The memories from the night before came rushing back like a flood. The sex was intense, passionate, and exhilarating, and not to mention, they went four rounds in a row. The smile that crept across her lips was involuntary. She stretched her arms above her head, taking in the aftermath of it all, feeling sore but satisfied.
Pushing the blankets off, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood. The cold morning air sent a shiver through her, but she didn't mind.
Rosa walked silently across the room, completely naked. She wants some cold water. As she walked into the kitchen, she froze for a moment.
Raymond was there, his back to her, dressed only in his briefs, his muscular frame bending and lifting with every handstand push-up. His movements were fluid, effortless, and strangely graceful for someone in such an extreme position.
Rosa slowly walked to the fridge, took out a water bottle, and leaned against the kitchen counter, watching him for a second longer than she intended. She took a long, slow sip from the water bottle as she let her imagination run wild. 'I'm gonna cover him in smoothie and lick every part of his body. So fucking hot!'
Finally, she smirked and spoke up. "Are you always this… intense in the morning?"
Raymond didn't break his rhythm, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Keeps the muscles sharp," he said without missing a beat, voice still low and focused.
Rosa watched him for another moment before rolling her eyes. "Right. And I thought I was the crazy one." She took another sip of her water, trying to hide the grin that was threatening to spread across her face.
After a few more push-ups, Raymond slowly lowered himself to the floor and stood up, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. He turned toward her, his eyes catching hers with that quiet intensity that had drawn her in last night. "You look like you're in a good mood this morning," he said, voice filled with amusement. 'Wow! She is so sexy and naked.'
Rosa raised an eyebrow. "I'm just enjoying the view."
Raymond chuckled softly, stepping closer. "Glad I could provide some entertainment."
Rosa laughed, setting the bottle down on the counter. "I didn't realize I was living with a fitness fanatic now."
Raymond shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "I'm a man of many surprises."
She couldn't help but smile. There was something about him, something beyond the physical. His calm demeanor, his way of holding himself, and everything about him made her feel like she'd stepped into a different world. But this wasn't just about last night, about what they had shared. It was about something else. Something that felt a little dangerous but impossible to ignore.
Rosa's thoughts were interrupted when Raymond took a step closer, looking down at her with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "You know," he said casually, "if you keep staring at me like that, you might get me to do something even crazier than push-ups."
Rosa smirked at Raymond's challenge, feeling a mischievous spark ignite within her. "Oh, I'm sure you could," she teased, stepping closer, her eyes locked on his with a playful glint. "But I think I have a few ideas that might top even the handstand push-ups."
He raised an eyebrow, the smallest trace of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You think so?" he asked, his tone just the right amount of cocky.
Rosa didn't answer right away. Instead, she moved closer, brushing past him just enough to let her hand graze his chest. The light touch made him stiffen, but she wasn't done. Without warning, she placed her hands on the kitchen table, turned around, and bent over it, looking back at him with a cheeky smile. "How about we see what you've got, Mr White? Well, unless you are too tired after last night."
Raymond stood still for a moment, clearly caught off guard, but only for a second. Then, without saying a word, he took a step forward and lifted her easily off the table. Rosa didn't even have time to protest as he spun her around and kissed her with a hunger that mirrored the one from the night before.
There was something about this, something about the chemistry between them, that made everything feel like it was in fast-forward. One thing led to another, and before long, they were tangled up again, having sex on the table and then on the floor and then on the couch. Finally, they ended up under the shower.
They have completely forgotten about the time.
When they came out of the shower, they were still kissing each other.
But then, the sound of a phone ringing from somewhere in the apartment snapped them both out of their momentary bliss.
Raymond froze, eyes darting toward the phone on the counter.
"Oh, no," Rosa groaned, pulling away reluctantly. "Is that...?"
"Yeah," Raymond muttered, glancing at the phone. "My alarm."
They both ran to the bedroom and scrambled to pull themselves together, but in the chaos, their clothes somehow seemed to get more tangled rather than less. Rosa yanked her shirt on backwards while Raymond was still trying to do up his pants with one hand.
The phone rang again.
"Shit!" Rosa cursed under her breath. "We're going to be so late."
"Not if we can get dressed fast enough and lucky enough to not run into any traffic on the way," Raymond replied, sounding strangely calm for someone in the middle of this ridiculous race against time.
He threw on his shirt in record time, missing only one button. Rosa, meanwhile, was hopping on one foot, trying to get her pants on while the other foot was still bare.
5 minutes later...
Rosa zipped up her jacket and grabbed her helmet, barely noticing how much of a rush she was in. She was still buzzing from the morning's chaos, and it felt like the universe was out to test how quickly they could pull themselves together.
"Ready?" Raymond asked, already standing by the door, his shirt askew, looking like he'd just stepped out of a whirlwind.
Rosa nodded, pulling the helmet onto her head and rushing to the door. "If we can get out of here without making a complete mess, it'll be a miracle."
They rushed down the hall, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the silence of the apartment building. Rosa was already thinking ahead, calculating the fastest route to avoid traffic. They made it to the garage, and she quickly jumped onto her bike. Raymond also put the spare helmet and hopped onto the back and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.
He kissed her left shoulder, "Let's go."
Without a word, Rosa revved the engine, and the bike roared to life. She leaned into the throttle, speeding down the road. Raymond's hands tightened around her waist, and she felt a thrill shoot through her at the sensation of his body pressed so close to hers. She tilted her head back slightly, feeling his breath on her neck as he planted a kiss there, making her smile despite the rush.
But as much as she wanted to enjoy the moment, they were running out of time. She pushed the bike even faster, weaving between cars as they made their way through the city.
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[NINE-NINE]
At the Nine-Nine, the squad room was buzzing with the usual noise. Jake was at his desk, tapping away on his keyboard, when he glanced up at the large clock on the wall. His eyes narrowed, and he immediately pointed at it with exaggerated flair.
"Look at that," Jake said dramatically, "both Rosa and Raymond are late. And you know what that means?" He paused, then dramatically pointed his finger directly at Charles. "It means…"
Charles blinked. "They smashed."
Jake's eyes widened in surprise, then his face broke into a big grin. "Title of their sex tape."
Amy, sitting nearby, raised an eyebrow. "Jake, do you really think that's the only explanation? Maybe they just..."
"Nope!" Jake interrupted, not even letting her finish. "There's no way they didn't smash. You do remember last night, don't you? There is no doubt about it."
Boyle, who had been silently munching on his breakfast, suddenly chimed in. "I think it's adorable! I mean, it's Rosa and Raymond. Who else could make it work with all the tension and crime-fighting going on?"
Jake immediately turned to Boyle, pointing an accusing finger. "And there it is. The perfect opportunity for Charles Boyle's Love Log."
Boyle gave a thumbs up and a proud grin. "When they do finally make it official, I'm totally making a PowerPoint presentation and plans for their marriage. It's going to have a theme song. You'll all love it."
Terry, who had been busy reading a file at his desk, finally looked up, perplexed. "So... we're just gonna ignore the fact that we're supposed to be doing actual police work here?"
Just then, Holt walked in. He went to the downstairs floor to talk to an officer. He glanced at the clock, then back at his officers. He noticed Rosa's empty chair and caught a little bit of their chatter. "Well, as much as I enjoy watching your various attempts at detective work, I'm afraid we'll have to leave their personal lives to them. Let's stay focused."
Gina, who had been spinning around in her chair, suddenly perked up at the mention of Rosa and Raymond. "Alright, alright, Captain's got a point. But let's be real. Rosa's always been a bit of a wild card. That's why she's got that 'I'll destroy you and love you simultaneously' vibe."
"Which is also why I think they are going to be fabulous together," Jake said, swiveling back to face his screen. "Mark my words, their second sex tape will be a blockbuster hit. Title: 'Bulletproof Romance.'"
"Oh! That sounds perfect, Jake," Charles said, shaking his head and looking impressed.
"I know, Charles," Jake said with a grin.
Amy shook her head in disbelief. "Jake, seriously?"
But Jake was already lost in his thoughts, tapping out ideas for the 'Bulletproof Romance' title in his notebook. "I'm telling you, it's the best title for their inevitable... footage."
Charles, with his usual sense of timing, piped up again. "I'd watch that."
"Arg! Gross," Amy looked at Charles in disgust.
Terry just sighed. "You're all insane."
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