Fever Dream

"Wrestled me into bed?"

"Oh, wow, you really were messed up. Yeah your car's at my shop. Your horn was blaring."

Harvey began to recall all of it and nodded.

"Okay, okay, now I remember."

The short, buxom woman was no longer covered in

grease and grime from work, but she was still wearing the same type of clothing, cut off shorts, shirt, etc. She turned back to the stove and kept at it.

"I thought you could use a little attention."

Harvey stood there. He was frozen. He was totally focused on her. She wasn't facing him, but that was certainly fine with the detective, he didn't mind the view. Eventually he found himself inching toward her.

"Oh, is that so?"

"Sho 'nuff. You probably ain't had none of what I got cookin' for you, Detective."

"I am sure of that."

She turned her head to the side, catching glimpse of him from the corner of her eye before she looked back down to the stove.

"You get a good rest in?"

"Yes, thanks. You really didn't have to do all this, today, you know."

"That's true."

"Then why?"

"Because I wanted to, Detective Bullock. Y'know, I looked into you after you left yesterday. Someone was tellin' me that you're a big grouch, but I fail to see it."

"What if I am?"

"Well, you've been nothin' but sweet to me."

"I don't think anyone has ever called me that."

"Well none of them are me, now are they?"

Harvey was right behind her now. The flirting, the hinting, everything involving her in the last twenty four hours was burning him up. She could feel him behind her, the heat coming off him was easy to feel.

"No, no they aren't, Miss Tusk."

He placed his hand on the counter to her side, his chest mere inches from her back. His hand landed and brushed her own. He watched for her to react. She was quiet, but he could see the rise and fall of her chest in response to his "accidental" contact. He placed his opposite hand lightly on her hip, his fingers splayed all the way from her rips to the out curve of her hip. She was petite, more so than he had realized. He felt her tremble under his hand. He closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply. The scent of her along with whatever the hell she was making filled his nostrils. He was originally planning to apologize for touching her if she seemed surprised by it, but plans change.

"Detective-"

"Harvey, please call me Harvey."

"Harvey, I...um... I-"

The Detective started to retract his hand from her waist.

"Forgive me-"

She pressed her hand atop his, keeping it where it was.

"No, don't stop."

Harvey didn't have to be told twice to comply to such a request. He gripped her waist more firmly and his other hand lazily moved over to her other hip from the counter. He could feel a tremor move through her again at his other hand making contact. He gave a quick and hard tug at her hips, closing that gap between his chest and her back, pressing her up against him. His breaths became a little heavier and warmer as they were hovering just above her left ear. She reached forward and shut off the two burners she was using and then lulled her head back and to the side, exposing her neck more to him. He did not hesitate, he tested it first, pecking at it three times before he buried his face in the crook of her neck. She gasped and his hands began to explore her torso. At first he was gentle, his hands gliding over fabric and skin slowly, but after another minute or so he could feel the tension building in her. If Harvey Bullock had a sixth sense it was knowing when a woman was into him because few ever were. This one, by far, was quite so.

"I looked into you, too, after leaving yesterday."

She could only muster a quiet moan in response.

"You're a little rough around the edges yourself."

She smiled and chuckled lazily.

"But I don't know... You seem kind of soft to me."

She started to almost look angry at those words, but just as she was about to say something Harvey's hand slipped into her shorts. He made an indignant sound of surprise. She winced and moaned for him.

"You're soaked."

"Mhmm."

"What have you been doing to be that wet?"

"Getting' felt up by you, Detec-Harvey."

Harvey suddenly became ruthless. He used the conversation to distract her and bide time to find her little button. Once he found it he pressed it in all the best ways he knew how to. She gave into him more, leaning back into him, finding it harder and harder to stand the more he worked at her. Once she hit a series of winces and moans Harvey got even more aggressive in his pursuit. Eventually he bit down on her shoulder and then from her emerged a moan with a long gasp. He pulled his hand from her shorts and spun her around. He picked her up, making her wrap her legs around him and her arms around his neck. They both dove into a haphazard kiss and after a moment he gained enough thought and focus to walk over to his kitchen table. He set her down on it and began pressing into her, making her lay back on the table. His lips broke away from hers and as soon as they did she was gasping for air, attempting to catch her breath. She was about to say something but stopped as soon as his lips moved back down to her neck, then her chest. He reached to the hem of her shirt and pressed it up, exposing the red bra. He didn't even dwell there long nor did he attempt to remove the bra, he just kept going south. His hands shifted down to her shorts. He undid her shorts and made quick work to remove them. Once his lips got to her panty line he pulled his head back. He stood at his full height and grabbed one of the chairs, pulled it out, and sat in it. He took a moment to actually look at her underwear. He sighed with a smile at the sight of her drenched panties. He just stared at it for a moment, shaking his head. She was again, about to speak, but this time was quieted by Harvey's slow removal of her panties. She let out a long, cool breath. She was trembling under his touch. Before he did anything else he looked over the rest of her. He smirked devilishly.

This poor girl has no idea...or does she?

Harvey's mouth and tongue were surprisingly skilled at pleasing a woman. While he may have lacked in long lasting relationships his love making was not ever a reason for termination of the relationship. They leave him because of his attitude, but they stayed for his appetite. It hadn't been terribly long, but it had been long enough. Though, in all his years, after all the amount of interactions he's had with women in this arena, he had to admit none of it had ever been this hot. And it wasn't about how attractive she was physically, though she was quite gorgeous, it was her reactions. The way she responded to him, the way she had been flirting with him before. She was the woman for Harvey, and he knew that before he even realized it.

Harvey pleased her happily. He thought about utilizing his more advanced techniques, but he wanted to pace himself as well as her. He didn't want to give her all the goods he had to offer just yet. He wanted to tease her as well as himself for as long as they both could stand it. Her whimpers and moans grew in volume and frequency rather fast. Harvey was little suspicious at first, usually it wasn't this fast, but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt because she had been especially wet when this all started. He knew she wasn't faking it when it did happen after a few more minutes. Her legs trembled and shook like crazy. Harvey's arms were hooked from under her thighs, keeping them firmly in place as she squirmed in pleasure. Finally that long moan hit and her legs went totally slack. Instead of letting up on her he just kept at it. She whimpered again and her breaths became short again. A few a few minutes and a few screams Harvey stopped. He stood again and hovered over her. She was catching her breath. He gave her a moment, his eyes wandering over her body. She still had on her socks and combat boots. That was enough to make him start to feel his own tension rising. He could feel himself getting harder and harder. He'd hoped to put off his own arousal for another few minutes, but he wasn't going to cry over it. His lips roamed over her stomach and her chest before finding her again. He looked down at her with something fierce in his eyes.

"Mmmmm, what would you like to have?"

She smiled with mischief, though she still looked a little drained from everything he'd just put her through.

"I think its you who's been having me, Detective."

"Damn right, baby doll."

Tusk smiled at him again and reached up. She placed her hand along the side of his jaw and cheek. Her hands, despite the rough work she did with them, were softer than he expected. He closed his eyes for a moment and pressed into her hand a little. She reached her other hand up to the other side of his face and he opened his eyes and looked down at her again.

"When I first saw you yesterday I knew I diidn't just want you, but I needed you. I don't know why, but I suppose half the fun is figuring it out."

Harvey furrowed his brow a little. He surely wouldn't have to admit how enamored he was by her when he first looked at her(he felt it was pretty clear when he could barely speak words at first sight of her), but he was surprised to hear that she had immediately found him attractive. He didn't give himself enough credit though, yeah he had a few extra pounds on him, but he was more handsome a man than he let himself believe, especially when he was shaved and sharply dressed. He had a feeling it had to be something aside from looks.

"I won't contest to that, Miss Tusk."

She drew her finger over his lips.

"You call me Cord."

"Short for... Cordelia?"

"No wonder yousa detective, so smart."

Harvey shook his head, smiling while he bit his bottom lip a little. He wanted her more and more with each word out of her mouth. He dove back down to her stomach, placing nibbles and licks where he so pleased to. She pulled his hair a little and generally kept her hands on the back of his head. Finally he picked her up off the table and was going to carry her off to his bedroom but once she could get her feet on the ground she pushed him down into the chair he'd been sitting in before. She eased onto him, straddling him and made the fast move to his jaw with her lips. She was at that spot just below the ear and just above the end of the jaw. She sucked on his earlobe and he gasped.

HOW? How did she figure that out so fast?

The table was now turned, she took control and with as little remorse as he did. She could keep him only growing more excited. She began undoing the buttons on his shirt, he rolled his head back a little. He could not focus on anything, he was stunned. His mind was just surrounded by a cloud of lust. He was senses and instinct, thought was out the door. Before he knew it she had unzipped his pants and her lovely hand was taking hold of him. Harvey was hers to toy with, he could not stop nor resist if he wanted to. She was assertive, but she was not the same level of aggressive as Harvey. She was much more poised. She pulled back from sucking at his ear lobe and looked at him while she worked him like she was churning butter. Harvey looked back to her and his expression was one of amazement. He could think of nothing but her and what she was doing to him. It would take her a few minutes, but she got him close. He was groaning and his eyes would be shut for a few seconds at a time. She began to ease off, prolonging his suffering as best she could. Harvey was not ready to succumb to her yet, he had other things he wanted to do and he didn't want to stop any time soon. He got a grip of himself enough to move her hand away. He adjusted his pants back in place and stood, throwing her up over his shoulder without warning.

This surprised her and she squirmed around as he headed to his bedroom. Once there he tossed her down on the bed from his shoulder and nearly instantly was climbing atop her.

"Hey, I wasn't finished with you."

"You still ain't, toots."

Harvey tossed off his unbuttoned shirt and leaned down to her below. He snaked his hand between her back and the bed and began undoing the clasps on her bra while he kissed her. Once he got it free from her person he tossed the bra off. She started to kick one of her work boots off and Harvey stopped her.

"Leave 'em on."

She smiled as if he'd been asked a very important question and he'd given the right answer. He mashed their mouths back together. In the meantime she unzipped his pants again and began working his pants off. He complied, but never broke the kiss. She did the same with his underwear. Once he got those oft she gave him another hard push like before and this time she put him down to his back. He wasn't expecting it and could never have seen it coming. She was stronger than she looked. Harvey looked up at her. She climbed atop him to straddle him again as he reached up to her chest. The bra had them strapped down quite a bit because they practically spilled out of it. She leaned down to him so he could get a mouthful. He jerked his head back and growled a few seconds later when he could feel that slick part of her rubbing against his own.

Without thought Harvey took hold of her hips and found her instantly. While he eased into her she eased down on him. Harvey could not muster words, nor could she. She was wetter, tighter, and more toned than he could have imagined. He was long, but not too long (girls don't like getting impaled after all) and rich with girth. He felt huge inside her and she felt tiny around him.

They went slow at first, she needed to get adjusted to him as much as he needed to adjust to her, but it did not take long. Soon she was using all the power she had in her legs to give him everything she had to offer. Harvey was meeting her with his own thrusts, attempting to lessen the amount of work she would have to do. With both their efforts it wasn't but five minutes until she started trembling as she had earlier.

And that's number five.

She collapsed down on him and he caught her. He throbbed inside her while her muscles contracted around him. He gave a moan with his arms wrapped around her. He moved and shifted and adjusted them both. He put her on her back, gently, and slid into her again. She moaned at his entrance and he smiled down to her. She was trying to hold onto him, but she was too hot and bothered to focus. He watched her and her body as he drove into her. She hardly took her own eyes off him. She watched his face and his body as well, noting how he moved and how he reacted to each thrust. He initially held her by her waist but she ended up spreading her legs out more and higher so he just placed his hands on the mattress at her sides, thus allowing her legs to rest against his biceps. Soon they were both nearing their own respective climaxes simultaneously.

"Detective.....ahhhhh"

"Mizzzzzz Tusk..."

Three hard thrusts from Bullock and trembling followed with complete slack from Tusk put them both down for the count. Harvey stayed there for a moment, mind boggled and recovering, before he eventually broke from her and slumped beside her on the bed. They weren't even on the bed at the proper angle. They were on it diagonally. Harvey reached over and grabbed a pillow. They were both were not speaking, they were trying to catch their breath. He slid the pillow up underneath their heads, she lifted hers at the sight of the pillow. Once she got her breath caught enough she rolled toward him and draped an arm across his bare chest. He wrapped his arm closest to her around her and pulled her in to him a little. She rested her head on his shoulder. She stared at his jaw and he stared at the ceiling while they continue to lay in their exhausted silence. Finally, after about seven minutes total, Harvey turned his head to her.

She looked up at him.

"We should get married."

Tusk clicked her tongue and smiled to him.

"Can we do it tonight?"

Harvey was continually surprised by this woman and he loved it. He meant it mostly as a joke, but that just made him want to actually do this. He lifted his head to look at his clock.

"Maybe."

Harvey scrambled up to his feet and grabbed a robe on his way out of his room. He pulled it on and let it hang off him loosely and then pulled it somewhat closed and tied the belt off.

He found his phone in his coat and pulled it out. He looked through some numbers and eventually found the one he was looking for.

"Hey, Judge Peters? Look, look, look, I know you don't like me much, but I was wondering if you could do me a favor. You still up at the courthouse?"

Harvey began heading back into the bedroom. He nodded and she looked up to him. He was giving her a thumbs up.

"Yeah, mhmm. Alright, look, don't worry, this favor ain't nothin' you can't handle, its just something I want to do TONIGHT if at all possible. You'll see when I get there. Alright, okay, I'll be there in less than twenty, alright? Thank you so much, bye."

Harvey hung up the phone.

"We can do it tonight."

"But in twenty minutes? I need to run home and get a dress fir-"

Harvey pulled her up to him and kissed her before breaking the kiss from her.

"Just put on what you were wearing earlier and I'll do the same. That's how we found each other, right?"

She smiled, tilted her head and just gazed at him.

"I love you about as much as moon loved the sun, Detective."

"Ditto, ditto, doll. That's what it was last night. I couldn't sleep at all, I just ended up passing out at my desk at work. I couldn't rest until you were here. I've loved you since yesterday, that has to be it."

Tusk pulled him down to her by his neck and they kissed for a little while. Harvey broke the kiss.

"Alright, we gotta get dressed, c'mon."

They both sprung to action. She tossed him his boxers and he handed her the bandana she'd lost earlier. They got done dressing and all but sprinted down to her car. She gave him the keys because he knew better where they were going.

Harvey happened to be one of the most talented pursuit and evasive drivers in town if not the best in the police department. He switched gears and changed lanes like a pro. Her heart was a flutter. He would come to find out soon that she was just as good as he was, though he was strongest in pursuit, she was strongest in evasion.

Fifteen minutes later they burst into the Judge's chambers as expected. The Judge looked at him but then raised a brow at her. They both looked as if they'd been running a marathon. She glistened with sweat while Harvey wiped his brow with a handkerchief.

"Detective Bullock? What's going on?"

"We need to get married."

"Married? Who are you?"

"WC Tusk, yer honor."

The judge looked over the woman in amazement. Not only was she beautiful but she was from the south. He shook his head.

"And you want to marry...him?"

"Yes, sir, I do."

"Alright, fine. Just give me a moment and I'll have my secretary draw up the papers."

The judge paged his secretary to please bring marriage license paperwork.

"You'll have to have a witness, Detective, Miss."

Harvey and her looked at eachother in panic.

"Oh shit! I didn't even think of that!"

"Me neither, but I don't know much of anyone here in Gotham just yet."

Harvey thought about it for a moment. Who would be by at a moment's notice if he called them up.

"FOLEY!"

Harvey got his phone out and found Foley's number.

"Foley, don't ask me why, and don't tell anyone, but I need you to get to the courthouse, Judge Peters' chambers RIGHT NOW! This is important and you tell no one, under any circumstances."

Harvey tilted his head for a moment and then suddenly he balled up his fist.

"I KNOW I'M OFF DUTY AND YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO REPORT TO THE COMMISSIONER IF I CALL YOU ABOUT WORK STUFF RIGHT NOW BUT THIS ISN'T A WORK THING!"