Title: A Phone Call Away

Author: T.R Gardner

Fandom: Emergency

Pairing: Hank Stanley / Alexandria Davis

Rating: NC-17

Status: New (Het)

Archive: I would like this story to be included in the WWOMB.

E-mail address for feedback: bevstwins@earthlink.net

Series/Sequel:

Disclaimers: Written for fun not profit. The characters are borrowed not owned. All mistakes are my own. No copyright infringements or offense intended

Notes: The character of A.J. Davis is an original character.

Summary: A.J. needs to hear Hank's voice. Phone sex.

A Phone Call Away
By T.R Gardner

"L. A. County Fire Station 51, Captain Stanley speaking."

"Hi, Stud. How is your day?" I asked.

"Not as busy as yours. I heard your last run was pretty bad. AJ how are you?" Hank
asks.

"My evening is much brighter now and I missed you this morning. What are you wearing?"

Hank chuckles, "The same as you. I'm wearing my uniform."

I harrumph. "Works with me, Hank."

Hank's voice deepens as I hear him shifting in the chair. "I'm sitting with my feet up on the desk. My legs are slightly parted. I'm wearing my uniform but it is so warm in here that I have the all buttons opened and no t-shirt. I am running my hands from my chest to my crotch, thinking of a certain burgundy haired Captain".

My breath catches. "I see her mischievous hazel eyes more green now with passion. I imagine the hands are yours with your fire engine red nails tormenting me by scraping my nipples."

I moan "Oh God, Hank."

He continues, "You slowly unsnap my pants as one hand glides over my sweaty naked chest and abdomen before you unzip my pants. You grab my hot hard weeping cock with your soft grasping hand. You rub just under the crown before wrapping your red lips around my weeping cock head. Suckling my hot cock as you moan." Hank stops for a second to make himself more comfortable. "Your hands are caressing my nipples as I moan.

"Don't stop." I moan.

Hank's voice is passion filled. "I reach over to open your uniform top. Your t-shirt strains to hide your blue lace bra. I pull your t-shirt off. Your hard nipples are trying to push through the soft material. I lean forward to suck them through the material. I unzip your slacks and slide my hand inside your panties. I cup your mound as I part your slick folds. My fingers are sliding back and forth across your clit. Your so damp and ready. I bury two fingers into your sweet honey pot as my thumb continues to rub circles over your stiffened clit. You moan continuously as I push you back on my desk. I rip your slacks and panties off and bury my face in your shaved pussy. You taste so good as I run my tongue up your slit, drinking the wonderful taste of you. I plunge my tongue into you in imitation of what is yet to come, you scream as your orgasm overtakes you. I place your legs on my shoulders and push my weeping cock into you pleasure passage. I know you want it hard and fast. Your love canal grips me like a velvet glove. We are racing for completion. The need is almost maddening. We crest together as I plunge my tongue into your mouth matching the movement of my hips. Here it comes AJ, Unh. Unh." His breathing is slowing.

"God, Hank that was so hot," as I pull my hands from my panties.

"Hank, so was it good for you?" I ask after my breathing settles, "When we come off shift at 8:00 am, don't plan on getting any sleep right away. This was a nice hors d'oeuvre, but I have a brush fire burning and I need your hose to put it out."

"Alexandria, I love you." Hank voice smiles.

"I love you, too. Oh yeah, I just bought some new fire engine red nail polish and lipstick." I hear Hank moan.

Then the tones sound as we hang up. Dispatch announces, "Station 51, Station 72, Ladder Truck 217, Battalion 12 respond to a high rise apartment fire at 2237 West Mooreland Avenue, 2 2 3 7 West Mooreland Avenue cross street Diamond."

I respond "Station 72 KMG 339." Be safe, my love. I think as I take the jump seat in my engine.


END