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FanFic
The Richard Dawson Experience
Last UpDated: 05 September 2001.
Site Copyright © 2000-2001. Lisa Inc., All Rights Reserved.
Story Copyright © 2001. Rhonda "StuntChick36" Inc., All Rights Reserved.
MOVING VIOLATION
Ok, this is gonna sound really, really strange. But things like this just don't happen every day, you know?
Now I've been on the police force, specifically the LAPD, for about 2 years. I'm fairly new to the job, but I'm doing fine. I grew up in New York City and I'm used to the snooty, rich Broadway types who think the world is as big as a Broadway stage. I moved to California 6 years ago hoping for a change of scenery. Well, I got it. The Hollywood types are all spaced out! Lots of the stars are creepy and addicted to something, whether it's drugs or fame. Well, not all of them. There's one guy in particular who totally baffled me.
I was just about finished with my shift around 6:30 p.m. when I saw a black Jaguar fly past me. No big deal. Just turn on the lights and sirens and follow this dude.
I get behind the Jag and the driver pulls over. Routine traffic stop. I get out and approach the car.
"Sir, can I see your driver's license and registration, please?"
The driver was an older guy who looked awfully familiar. He leaned over and got the information from the glove box and handed it to me. I looked at his license and was a little surprised.
"Uh, do you know why I pulled you over, Mr. Dawson?"
"I was goin' too fast, right?" he said, sounding a little annoyed.
"Yes sir. You were doing 50 in a 45 MPH zone."
I thought I was gonna have a heart attack. Here I was, going to give a speeding ticket to the host of Family Feud. He sighed and apologized to me.
"I'm sorry, officer," he said in his adorable British accent. One hand was on the wheel, while the other was hanging out the window. "I'm late for a get together with some friends."
There's a law against melting a police officer, right?
"Tell you what I'm gonna do," I said. "I'm gonna let you off with a warning. Nothing is that important that you have to risk your life or someone else's, ok?"
He smiled at me and said, "Yes, ma'am."
"Besides," I said as I leaned closer to him, "I don't wanna see anyone else host the Feud."
He chuckled and said, "Well, in that case."
This is the cool part. He takes off his shades, looks me in the eyes and said, "I'll slow down."
I'm trying my hardest to act professional and not drool all over myself. I smiled and said, "Ok, Mr. Dawson. Thanks for your cooperation. Have a nice night."
"Thank you, officer."
I walked back to my patrol car and just about screamed. I don't get star struck too easily. Working 2 years on the force, I've seen just about everyone famous in Hollywood get pulled over. They're human, so what? They got problems and pitfalls like everyone. But not Richard Dawson. No way. This guy was a god!
The next day, I was working at the station catching up on my paperwork when my sergeant came over and said that someone was outside looking for me. Naturally, I thought it was some of my friends that I ride motorcycles with. I go to the break room and guess who's standing there.
"Officer Grant?"
"Yes sir. Hey, didn't I stop you yesterday?"
He smiled. "Yeah, you did. Have you got a moment?"
"Certainly. What can I do for you?"
He slowly strolled towards me with one hand on his hip and the other playing with his bottom lip. "I want to apologize in person for my attitude yesterday."
Huh? "Your attitude?"
"I thought I was a little short with you. I had no right to be, you were only doin' your job. People should respect the job you do."
"Whoa, whoa. I didn't think you were rude. Believe me, if I thought you were, I would have told you."
He walked back to the table and leaned on a chair. "I sort of felt guilty for what I said. That's not like me."
"You were late to an engagement and you got a little mad. Police officers usually take things like that into consideration, Mr. Dawson."
"You don't have to call me 'mister.' I work for a living."
Alright. I gotta try this out. "Ok. So, Richard. You came all the way down here to apologize for something that was no big deal?"
He made that innocent face of his and looked down at his feet. "Well," he said, "in all honesty, I was... hoping that I could get your number."
Excuse me, but did you say you wanted my phone number?!!?!?
I looked up at the ceiling and smiled. "You want my phone number? Why, are you gonna ask me out on a date or something?"
He grinned like a naughty little boy and said, "Maybe."
I was on the spot. What am I gonna tell him?
"Ok." I jotted down my number and address on a miscellaneous playing card and handed it to him. He looked at it and showed it to me. "Good card."
Yikes! I unknowingly gave him my number on the 2 of Hearts. Coincidence? Perhaps.
"Uh, so what do they call you when you're off-duty?"
"You can call me Ronnie. My friends do."
"Ronnie?"
"Yup. Short for Veronica."
"Oh," he said as he looked me over. "Well, I've taken up enough of your time. Thank you very much, officer."
He stuck his hand out and I took it. Damn, that guy's got a nice grip. Not to mention soft skin. "No problem. My pleasure."
He winked as he walked out the door. "Mine too."
Is it possible to fly without an airplane?
I was standing in my kitchen about two days later when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Ronnie. It's Richard."
I was surprised. He actually called! "Hi, Richard. How are you?"
"Fine, just fine. I meant to call you yesterday but taping took longer than expected."
"That's alright. Shit happens."
He laughed, surprising me completely. "Yeah, that's very true. So. What are you doing tonight?"
"Tonight? Nothing. Just watching some television."
"But it's Saturday night. A nice girl like you doesn't have anywhere to go?"
Conversation. Very nice. "Nope. Nobody likes a cop, on or off duty."
"Well, looks like I'm going to have to change that." His voice got lower and he said, "How would you like to go out to dinner with me?"
Are you nuts? Is the Pope Catholic?
"Sure. Where at?"
"Oh, I don't know. Someplace with soft music and softer lighting."
Ok, ok. You talked me into it!
"So you're gonna make me dress up, huh?" I said to him jokingly.
"Unless you wanna go in the nude, that's up to you. I tried that once and the management threw me out." He continued to joke with me as I laughed. "But if that's your thing, then who am I to stop you?"
"Ok, I'll put on something nice," I said, trying to control my laughter.
"Oh, if you must."
I started laughing again like an idiot, but he was really funny.
"I'll see you in... half an hour?"
"Yeah. That's good. Half an hour."
"Ok. Bye."
"Bye."
Well. At least I can finally wear that nice pant suit I bought for that date I was supposed to have with that guy who said he was an extra in "Saturday Night Fever."
Richard is a total gentleman, and I mean that sincerely. He took me to a very nice restaurant downtown, and then to a jazz club for cocktails. Around 1:00 a.m., he took me home. He even walked me to the front door.
"Well, I hope you had fun tonight, Ronnie. Thank you for accompanying me."
"It was really fun. Wouldn't have missed it for the world."
We stood there for a second, then he said, "I'll call you. I'd like to take you out again."
"I think that's very possible."
Then he put his hands on my shoulders and leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I caught a noseful of his cologne, and God did he smell good! Very rugged and musky. A very big turn on. And they say that hot flashes only happen to women in menopause?
"Goodnight," he said with a smile.
I watched him walk down the sidewalk and back to his car. How about that. He kisses women on the lips all the time, but he doesn't kiss on the lips on a first date? Believe it or not, his manners made him irresistible.
Richard hadn't called me for a day or two so I decided to swing by his house on my beat. I asked my friend Red down in dispatch to look up his address for me.
I pulled up to his house, but not in his driveway. I went to the door and knocked, waiting for an answer. Then the door opened.
"Ronnie," he said with surprise.
"Hi," I said with a small grin, "Is... everything alright?"
"Yeah. Why? Did you get a call here?"
Alright, he caught me. I looked down at my feet in embarrassment. "Uh... no. I was wondering why you... haven't called me in a couple days. That's all. I wasn't sure if I... scared you off."
He stepped outside to talk to me face to face. He smiled and said, "No, love. I was giving you some distance, that's all." He looked at me with those cool, clear green eyes and said, "Did you think I didn't want to speak to you?"
"Well, yeah. I wasn't sure if I... I didn't know if I did something to make you mad."
"God, no. I didn't want you to feel smothered."
I must be a superhero, because I turned from police officer back to a woman in a split second. "Well, I wouldn't mind being smothered by you."
Oops.
"What?" he said with a little grin.
I stepped closer to him. "Look, you might as well know. I'm... very fond of you, Richard. You were a perfect gentleman the other night and I let myself... fall hard for you."
He looked at me so nicely. "How hard did you fall?"
"Very hard. And I hate to admit it."
"Why?"
I walked away from him a little bit, then faced him. "I try so hard not to let my emotions come out. It interferes with my work, you know?"
He stepped closer. "But what about after work, when you come home. Do you feel the same way?"
"I live alone. My work always comes home with me."
This disturbed him a little. "Listen. I know you're on the job now, so, ah... why don't you come by after work. Ok? We can talk."
Damn. That guy could put out a volcano with coolness like that. "Alright. I'll stop by."
He smiled, opened his arms and said, "Is it against the law to hug a police officer?"
No!
I let his arms swallow me, and my arms squeezed him. "See ya later."
I showered quickly after work and hopped on my "Hog" and rode over to Richard's place. It was strange because I was nervous but happy all at the same time.
I parked my bike in his driveway and went to the door. He was waiting for me on the landing.
"Hey, copper. Whatdya want?" he said like Marlon Brando.
I laughed at his Godfather impression. He looked passed me and at my motorcycle. "My God, you ride one of those things?"
"Yeah. Isn't my jacket a giveaway?"
"Always wondered what it was like to ride one of those things."
I smiled. "I'll take you for a ride sometime. Even get you a leather jacket like mine."
He seemed amused. "Come on in, biker chick. You get sexier every time I see you, you know that?"
I went inside and he showed me into the den, then he fixed me a drink. Something called a "seebreeze." Not bad, considering I drink beer 9 and a half times out of 10. He led me over to the couch and we sat down.
"So, how was work?"
"The usual. Arrests and paperwork. You?"
"The usual. Match Game and the Feud."
We laughed. Sometimes I think he hates his job, at least one of them anyhow.
"Here. Take off your coat and stay a while."
I set my drink down and watched his eyes as I took off my leather jacket. I think he kind of liked it. He took the jacket from me and threw it in a chair, then motioned for me to get closer to him.
"Come here, you," he said with a lazy smile, his right hand resting on his bent knee.
"Why," I said with a sly smile, "what are you gonna do to me?"
"I wanna hold you." And he was serious.
I let him set his hands on my shoulders and pull me back into him, between his legs. He reclined me on his chest as he closed his arms around me and said, "How's that feel?"
"Nice. Real nice." The understatement of the year...
He kissed the top of my head so gently. Now, I've dated a few guys in my life, but none of them were this gentle. Never! I could feel the weight of his head as it rested on mine.
"I'm sorry I scared you. I didn't mean for you to think I'd deserted you."
"That's ok. I must have looked like a fool, showing up earlier. Jesus Christ, you must have thought I was screwy."
"Hey, at least you cared enough about me to do that. But that's what I want you to do from now on. Let me know if I do something that disturbs you. Please."
Holy cow, I think I'm gonna die. Did you just say 'from now on?'
"Alright. I will. And the same goes for me, ok?"
"Deal."
Then he squeezed me. I found out something about myself right then and there.
"You know, this is the first time in my life I don't mind being hugged."
"First time?"
"Yeah. I don't like being touched."
I could feel his breath, hot but calming, on my ear as he said, "That's horrible. How could you not like it?"
"I don't know. I guess that I didn't like to be close to anyone."
"How come?"
"I don't handle separation very well. I get too attached and then when it's over, I spazz."
He squeezed me again and kissed my ear. "I promise not to make you spazz, ok?"
I let out a small laugh as I played with the ruby ring on his pinky finger and said, "Ok. Thanks."
He rested his chin gently on my shoulder as he rubbed his nose around the outside of my ear. I felt this warm tingly sensation go through my body. I shut my eyes and said out loud, "I must be imagining this."
"Imagining what, love?"
"This whole thing. I can't believe I'm letting you hold me." I haven't felt this good since I got my badge. Only this was a really good felling.
"Stranger things have happened. But whatever you do, don't fight it. Let your heart lead you. It will never guide you wrong."
He really knows how to throw a girl's libido into hyper-drive. If he would have said "come," I would have.
I could feel his warm lips kissing my neck, pecking at it. "I don't want to move faster than you'll let me, Ronnie," he whispered.
"You can move as fast as you want, Richard. I trust you."
He pressed his face against my neck. I could feel his mouth open a little bit, the tip of his tongue sneaking out to touch me. He eventually ran his tongue around the outside of my ear, sending a huge shock through me. I remember gasping a little when he nibbled on my lobe.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked tenderly.
"No. Please. Don't stop."
His lips slowly kissed their way up behind my ear, then down my neck again. "I must confess, I've never kissed a lady cop before," he said.
"You normally kiss men cops?"
He laughed at himself for setting me up with a joke. "No. I meant you're the first cop. Maybe the last."
I had to look at his face. My God, he was handsome. His eyes looked so gentle and out of place on his tough guy face. I remember I touched his lips with my fingers.
"God, Richard. Would you think I was moving too fast if I... kissed you?"
He said nothing, just smiled lazily and shook his head 'no.' "As a matter of fact, I encourage it."
I turned on my side so I leaned on his chest. I put my arm around his neck and touched his jaw with my other hand, moving him closer to me. I kissed him soft and gentle, letting our lips make that sensual smacking sound. His mouth was so warm and inviting, I didn't want to stop. I backed away a little bit so we were nose to nose.
"Whoa," he said, looking at my lips. "Yeah, you're a cop alright."
"What do you mean?" I asked as I touched his lips with my fingers.
"You have a very... arresting kiss."
He stretched up towards me and let his lips caress my chin, even nibbling on it. "Do it again. I'm beggin’ you. Arrest me," he pleaded softly.
He laid his head back down and watched me. I couldn't believe that he was begging for another kiss. You should have seen his face, so sweet and relaxed. His eyes flashed like green neon signs that said 'desire.'
"Hold on a minute. Don't move."
I got up off of him and ran out to my bike. I keep an extra pair of handcuffs in my saddlebag, for emergencies only. And this was just such an emergency!
I ran back inside to Richard with my 'arresting equipment.' He was laying on the couch like I told him, and I quickly got back on top of him.
"You wanted to get arrested, you got it."
He smiled as he held his hands out, waiting to be cuffed. "Please. Be gentle."
"Put your hands on top of your head." As I put the cuffs on his wrist in a slow and tantalizing fashion, I said, "You've got the right not to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used... to bring me pleasure. You have the right to scream my name. If you cannot scream my name... you obviously didn't have a good time."
He laughed as I continued, "Do you understand the rights that I have just read to you?"
"Yes, officer." I settled back down onto his chest. I checked the cuffs by pulling on them, then kept my hands on them as I opened my mouth slightly as I went in for seconds.
Our lips pushed and moved against each other, creating a sensual friction. I started to suck on his bottom lip. Oh man, you should have heard him moan, a deep guttural sound that entered my ears and vibrated my whole soul. I retreated for a breath, but he pulled me back down to him.
"Oh, God. I need you," he panted.
And I needed him, like right there and now. Containment of passions wasn't possible anymore. I grinned as I lowered to him again, my tongue seductively painting a thin glaze of my saliva on his lip. His lips separated and his tongue came out to dance with mine. He softly rubbed his tongue all over my lips. I pushed forward, my mouth sealing his as I tasted him deep. Again, he made a deep throated moan as he relished me. By now his cuffed hands started to wander all over my body, squeezing here, pinching there, exciting me everywhere.
My mouth left his and began to work down his neck. I could taste that cologne on him, making me gnaw him.
"...Whoa....... yeah....." he moaned. He even tipped his head back further so I could do it more. He giggled playfully with pleasure.
"...Yeah...... suck my neck... you little vampire..."
"Richard... if I do that, you'll end up with a hickey..."
"Like I care."
Ok, pal. You asked for it.
I started slow, almost teasing him, making him really want it. He sighed as I started to suck a little harder. His hands were holding my head close, keeping my head against him. He was making fists that gently tugged my hair. The sound of the metal handcuffs clanking was such a turn on! God, I was getting hotter.
"...Yeeess...." he hissed.
I sucked him carefully, trying not to break the skin. I didn't want to stay in one spot so I started kissing down to the closed buttons on his shirt. His few gray chest hairs tickled my nose, but it made no difference. He let go of me long enough to start unbuttoning his shirt, the best he could.
"Hurry," I urged.
He pulled his shirt out of his pants and undid the whole thing, letting me throw it open and exposing his chest.
Nurse! We got a flat-liner!
I started to kiss him a little harsher, picking up where I left off before. His arms went limp and lightly held me. I started towards his nipple.
"Ohhhhh..." he moaned, putting both hands on top of his head.
My tongue had a mind of its own. I couldn't get it to stop flicking him or tasting him or anything! Then I got an idea. I stopped and looked up at his face, then got up to my knees. I put both his legs together so I could straddle him.
This was a Kodak moment, believe me! I looked down at him, his face showing signs of desperation and need. My hands playfully clawed his chest from his neck down to his stomach, which was amazingly flat and taught for an older man. His hands came down from his head and tugged at my waist. I yanked my t-shirt from my jeans and seductively pulled it up and over my head.
"....Yeeeaaahhh...." he groaned. His eyes blinked slowly. "...Take it off for me..."
I grinned like the little temptress I am and my hands disappeared behind me to undo my bra. I slid the straps down while still holding it in front of me.
"Do you want to see?" I teased, rubbing his chest.
"...Oh, yes..... show me...." he said, breathing heavily.
Slowly my hands lowered, letting my breasts fall out. This made him very, very happy. He put his tied hands over my head and pulled me kindly down to him, our naked chests touching. His hands and cold metal felt so good across my back as he kissed me deep. Again our tongues lapped sensually, bringing more excitement to our already sweltering bodies.
"....Richard...." I heaved, "... I want you... right here, right now..."
He stopped moving and looked into my eyes very seriously. "You sure?"
I was dead sure. "Yes. I want you so bad."
He pulled me down and pressed his lips against mine as his hands went down between us to unbuckle his belt. Handcuffs or no handcuffs, he was a determined man.
To make things more interesting, he started to move his tongue in and out of my mouth as if our mouths were our sex organs. Very stimulating.
"Gimme your hands," he commanded tenderly, continuing to kiss me. I gave him my hands and he slid them down and into his shorts.
My moan of enjoyment was muffled by his mouth, but still audible.
His hands directed mine all around his loins, finally wrapping them around something stiff. He, too, let out a muffled moan as I squeezed it.
My body was aching for him. I held him in one hand while the other could undo my pants and let him play with me. I let him go completely and stood up, taking my jeans off, followed by my silk panties. He smiled as I slowly lowered myself over him again.
"...Oh, Veronica.... you are so incredibly beautiful....."
That was the first time a man ever called me by my first name before we made love. That meant so much to me.
I took his hands and placed them near where I wanted them. He knew what to do from there, slowly and softly feeling between my legs. He stroked my clit before he penetrated me. His fingers felt so good inside of me, I came seconds later.
"..Aaahhhhh!..... ooooohhh!"
"...Yeah, that's it, Veronica.... yes...."
I rode his hand until he pulled it away from me. I still wanted more.
"...You are so... wet..."
"...You make me wet, Richard... aaahhh..." I moaned as he continued to stroke my chest.
He looked up at me and said, "...Let me lick you...
Light bulb. Another brilliant idea pops into my head.
"Let me take your pants off first. All the way off."
He instantly starts to shimmy his pants down as far as he can, letting me remove them the rest of the way.
"Good boy," I smiled. He scooted his way down the couch until he was flat on his back. I got up, turned around and mounted him with my back to him. I leaned forward and showed him my pussy that was wet beyond belief. His cock was just in front of me, shiny and very hard. I felt his hands slowly caressing my ass, then they moved to my hips and pulled me down onto him a little more. Then I could feel his tongue start to lick the wetness from me. I picked up his cock with my mouth and started to nibble the head, making him harder before I sucked him. I could feel his moans and groans reverberate between my legs, making me even more wet.
After a few minutes of oral pleasure, he said, "...Stop, darlin'.... don't make me... do that yet... Let me save it for you..."
Naturally, I agreed. I wanted to feel him erupt inside me, too, not to mention watch his face when he did it. I stopped sucking him and got off of the couch, looking at the handsome man before me.
"...Come here... let me make passionate love to you..."
I immediately climbed back on top of him, straddling him on my knees before I lowered myself onto him. We looked at each other for a moment, not saying one word. I carefully set myself down on his thick muscle, letting out a moan.
"...Ooohh, Richard....."
"....Yeeesss, darlin'..... ah, yeah...."
I started to sway my body gently in a rhythm that satisfied us both. I enjoyed watching his chest rise and fall as I excited him. I loved the feel of his strong fingers clutching my breasts, tweaking my nipples and squeezing them.
"...Aaaahhh, yeah.... do me..." he moaned.
"Oooooohh....."
I rocked a little faster, getting no protest from him. I took his hands from my breasts and set them above his head. Our fingers laced together as I leaned forward and kissed him as deep as I could without interrupting our rhythm. His hands tightened as he was getting closer to coming.
"...Does... this feel good, baby?.." I asked him as I licked his lips.
"...Oh, yes.... it... feels..so good....aahh.."
I sat back up and continued to oscillate on his hard organ. His head was slowly going further back.
"...Ooohh...yeah... Veronica... yeah... that's it....mmmm.... ahh!"
He laced his fingers together on top of his head, closed his eyes, opened his mouth and shouted as he came inside me. He shouted with such pleasure, he sounded like a man starved of physical passion.
"...Oooh!... ooohh! ....ohhh!... ooohhh!.... yes!!"
His cock felt so good that he made me come a second time, even longer than the first time.
"....Yes, Richard... yes!... yes!.... yes!......yes!... oohh, Richard! Yes!!"
Our flames of desire slowly burned down, cooling to just glowing embers. His shackled hands came down over my head and held me close to him, feeling the warm sexual glow emanating from deep within. I couldn't help but kiss him.
"You are amazing, Veronica." he said, looking deep into my eyes.
"You too. Damn."
He laughed as he kissed me again. I figured that he'd been locked up long enough, so I got off of him and went to my jacket.
"What are you doin'?"
"Setting you free, my lovely plaything."
"Oh, you already did that."
I slowly walked back to him with the keys to the cuffs, giving him time to look at me naked. I stood above his head as he lay down. I leaned over him and pulled his hands above his head, feeling his tongue lick my breasts as they hang in front of him. I unlocked the cuffs, and he was free.
"You're free to go," I said as I stoked his chin and played with his hair. "Someone posted your bail."
"But, warden. I don't wanna leave. I like it here."
He pulled me back down into his arms and kissed me. "I'm gonna grab a shower. Then I wanna take a spin on your motorcycle."
"Aw, who needs that bike anyways?" I asked. "I found something else that's more powerful between my legs."
He belly-laughed until his sides hurt. "I've never heard anyone say that about me before. That was good."
"Good but true. Now, go take a shower. I wanna go to the beach and watch the sunset... with my favorite inmate."