Neither! The alley behind the bar has to do!

“Hey!” Jacobs had to raise his voice to get heard over the overall noise of the bar. Reaching out, he grabbed Nancy’s hand to stop her. “Where are you going?”

The detective turned to face him, a look of confusion in her eyes. “What do you mean? I thought we were heading to your place and… you know…”

The uncharacteristic awkwardness in her demeanor made Jacobs smile. For a stone-cold professional she really had a charming shyness to her and the slight blush in her cheeks when she hinted at what she wanted was straight up adorable. While she had really given in quickly it was rather obvious that she wasn’t on familiar territory, that she truly wasn’t “that kind of girl”.

“I don’t think I want to wait that long!” he grinned, trying to give her an assuring look, “I doubt I can control myself long enough for us to get there! I have a better idea, come with me!”

Nancy frowned and opened her mouth, but before she could bring out a word the young man had turned around. His hand holding firmly on to hers, he quickly dragged her with him. She allowed him to lead her back through the bar, away from the front door all the way to the back to a small, dimly lit hallway where the restrooms and kitchen were. Past those, Jacobs quickly found what he was looking for: an old, sturdy looking steel door with a green emergency exit sign shimmering on the wall above.

“There we go!” he said, pushing the heavy door open to reveal the back alley behind the bar, “Perfect!”

Nancy hesitantly followed him outside. Her assessment of their surroundings turned out less favorable, which clearly showed on her face. It certainly wasn’t the cleanest of places, as one would expect from a back alley. Old crates sat on one side, as well as several large dumpsters that filled the air with an unpleasant odor, though it wasn’t as bad as she would have expected. The floor was asphalt, old and cracked, with bits and pieces of trash that had missed the dumpsters strewn about. On the far side, old furniture that wasn’t in use in the bar anymore was stacked up. Ragged chairs, rickety tables as well as a worn-out leather couch were there, crammed up and left to their fate and the elements. It seemed like the couch still functioned as a break spot for the staff, as two empty ash trays suggested. The entire place was illuminated by a single street lamp, flickering above while two of its brethren had died off a long time ago.

Her lips curling in distaste, Nancy turned towards Jacobs, less than impressed with where he had taken her. With one hand she held the steel door open, really wanting to leave this place. “You know, I really think…”

“Shut up!” his voice was deep and urgent and he quickly closed the distance between them. Nancy gasped in surprise as two strong hands grabbed her hips and firmly steered her backwards, followed by a moan that was almost a purr when he dominantly pressed his lips against hers. The door slipped from her fingers and slammed shut as she was pushed up against the rough concrete wall. Her lips parted and Jacobs immediately took advantage, his tongue invading her mouth. She heard herself moan again as she felt overwhelmed, the heady rush of pleasure driving all protests from her mind. Instead, she felt herself melting into the kiss. Her arms drew around his shoulders and she allowed him to proceed, plundering her mouth. She could hardly believe the sensations.

“Mmmwait!” she finally managed, her brow furrowing as she did her best to focus against the rush of endorphins that his **** had triggered. She managed to push him off just a bit with her palm against his chest and turned her head when he tried to lock lips again. Instead, he found the side of her neck and goosebumps formed on a moment’s notice all over her body as he nibbled on her sensitive skin. Her eyes fluttered before, with a huge effort, she managed to push her insistent lover off again.

“Waitwaitwait!” she giggled, high on the rush of their lewd activity, “What if someone comes?!”

“It’s exciting, isn’t it?!” Jacobs grinned, his eyes dark pools of desire, his voice a low growl. He pecked at the nape of her throat again, sending a shiver through her frame. “Enjoy the thrill, babe!”