I Know He’ll Love Me

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Starsky is abducted by a woman who is obsessed with him.

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Watching me, Wanting me. I can feel you pull me down.
                                                       Haunted by Evanescence

 

She was watching him again, like she always did this time of day. He was just leaving his apartment, on his way to work. His dark, curly hair was blowing a bit in the early morning breeze.

As his car pulled away, she lowered her binoculars and closed her eyes, placing this new memory in amongst all the others she had of the man with whom she had fallen in love. She could see him in her mind as clear as if he were standing in front of her now. The confident, almost arrogant strut, the muscular legs, the unbelievably handsome face, with a smile that could light up an entire room. And those eyes! Those deep sapphire-blue eyes in which a girl could drown. She’d only seen them once up close, for just a moment. But that was enough. For now. He’ll love me. I know he’ll love me, too!

*****

“You understand what I need you to do, right?” she asked the young man.

He looked at her with a smirk and responded sarcastically, “Yeah, lady. I understand.”

*****

“Help! Help! Someone, please! Help me! That kid just stole my purse!” she screamed as she pointed toward the young man as he was disappearing around the corner. Her timing of the incident was perfect. The man she loved was rapidly approaching her.

“Which way did he go?” Starsky hadn’t seen the theft, just heard her screams.

“That way, behind the gas station,” she replied.

“Stay right there!” he yelled back at her as he gave chase.

She watched as her ‘hero’ ran after the young man. “This is definitely worth the hundred bucks I paid that kid,” she said softly to herself.

A few minutes passed before Starsky returned, winded, but her purse in hand. “I’m sorry. He outran me. I got your purse back, though. He musta dropped it.”

She stared at him for a moment, drinking in his beauty. “Miss, are you OK? You look a little pale.” Starsky looked at her with a puzzled expression. “Maybe you better sit down.”

“No, I’m all right. Just a bit shaken, I guess.” Shaken because I finally have your attention.

“Well, if you’re sure…Listen, I’m a police officer. I can help you file a report, and maybe we can get the guy before he does this again. Can you meet me at the Metro detectives’ squad room in thirty minutes?”

“Yes. I’ll be there.” One step closer to my goal.

“OK! I’ll see you in thirty. Oh, by the way, I’m Detective David Starsky.”

“My name is Dawn.”

*****

Dawn Medford was five minutes early. She couldn’t help being excited. The man of her dreams was almost within reach. She entered the detectives’ squad room expecting to see Starsky, but instead, she saw the man whom she recognized as his partner. She had seen the two of them together many times while watching Starsky. The tall blond was busy typing as she approached him. He seemed absorbed in his paperwork.

“Excuse me. I’m supposed to meet Detective Starsky here to file a report.” Dawn was hoping he wouldn’t notice how suddenly nervous she was.

“I’m Detective Ken Hutchinson, Detective Starsky’s partner. I’ve been expecting you.” Hutch said with a smile.

“Is Detective Starsky going to be here?” Dawn could feel her heart racing. Please be here for me. I need to see you again!

“He was just called down to records for a moment. He’ll be right back.” Hutch sensed her nervousness and chalked it up to the purse snatching. “Can I get you something to drink before we start?”

He’s certainly a gentleman. “A cup of water would be nice, thank you.”

Hutch retrieved a cup of water for her, and then offered her a chair adjacent to his desk. He started asking the usual questions.

“Full name?”

“Dawn Ann Medford.”

“Address?”

“2040 Ridgeway Avenue.”

Starsky overheard her as he entered the room. “Hey! We’re neighbors!” Dawn jumped when she heard his voice. Her heart raced.

Hutch looked up. “Well, it’s about time! Uh, Miss Medford, if you don’t mind, I’ll leave you in my partner’s capable hands. Starsk, I need to go find that file we talked about earlier. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Thanks, Hutch,” Starsky said as he seated himself at Hutch’s desk. “So Miss Medford, how is it that you and I are neighbors, and I’ve never seen you?” He smiled at her.

“I’ve only lived here a few weeks. I moved down from Eureka.” I’ve certainly seen you my darling.

“Don’t get the wrong idea about Bay City. That wasn’t much of a welcoming party you had today, huh? Let’s finish this report so you can go home and relax. OK?”

“Thank you, Detective Starsky,” Dawn said, staring at him.

Starsky was his usual charming self. He always treated crime victims with respect, but he sensed something very different about this one. Something very unusual. He knew she was staring at him the entire time he was taking her report. He just couldn’t figure out why.

“Are you OK?” he asked her for the fifth time.

“Oh, yes. Yes, I’m fine,” she answered again, still staring.

“OK, well I’m just about done here. Are there any other details you can remember, Miss Medford?” Starsky had completed the questions. She’s starting to give me the creeps.

“No, I can’t think of anything.”

“If you do remember anything at all you can call me at this number.” He held out a slip of paper to her. As she took it from him, she placed her hand in his and brought her other hand up and under his hand, cupping it gently. She held it for a moment, looking first at his hand, then straight into his eyes.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked.

“No, there’s nothing wrong.” She suddenly let go of his hand and glanced away.

“OK, then, I’ll take care of this report. Maybe I’ll see ya around the neighborhood?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m sure we’ll see each other again. And if I remember anything, I’ll call. Thank you, Detective Starsky.” Don’t worry, my love. We’ll see each other again real soon.

*****

“So, Starsk. Did you get Miss Medford’s phone number?” Hutch asked.

“Yeah! I had to for the report.” Starsky frowned at his partner.

“No, stupid! I mean did you get her number to ask her out?”

Starsky looked at Hutch like he was crazy. “Uh, she’s not my type, Hutch.”

“What do you mean, she’s not your type? Hair in a sexy bun. Frumpy clothes. Horn-rimmed glasses. She’s just your type.” Hutch couldn’t pass up a chance to tease his partner.

“I got a funny feeling about her.”

“What kind of funny feeling? Starsk, she’s just scared, that’s all.”

“No, there’s more to it than that. She kept staring at me while I was taking her report. It kinda creeped me out.”

Hutch laughed. “Starsky, come on!”

“Hutch, I’m telling you there’s something up with that lady. You know, when her purse was snatched, she was really calm. And then here, just now, again, really calm. Like this was all routine to her. You know the saying ‘still waters run thick’?”

“Run deep. ‘Still waters run deep,’ genius.”

“Yeah, well that’s her. There’s more there than meets the eye. And her eyes were on me!”

“Usually you would want that! Oh, come on, Starsky! You’re reading too much into it. She’s new to the area, her purse gets snatched, she probably hasn’t made any friends yet, either. She’s just a bit scared right now. Give her a break, Starsk. If you see her again, wave to her or say ‘hello’ so she doesn’t think you’re a jerk.”

“Hey! I’m not a jerk, you jerk! Oh, all right! I’ll be nice. But, I still say there’s something wrong.”

*****

There you are my handsome man! I’ve been waiting for you. Starsky had just pulled his car in to the driveway, but he wasn’t alone. Detective Hutchinson! You can’t stand to be away from him, either. Well, pretty soon he’ll be all mine, and you’ll be the one who’s all alone, just like I am now!

*****

“Hello, Detective Starsky! Do you shop here, too?” Dawn was trying out her innocent act. She followed him enough times to know exactly where he shopped. She watched him shop, being careful not to be seen, then got into the checkout line right after him.

“Oh! Hello, uh, uh, Miss Medford, isn’t it?” Starsky was surprised to see her again so soon.

“That’s right! You remember me! How sweet of you! But, please, call me Dawn. I want to thank you again for being so kind to me yesterday.” Dawn touched his forearm as she spoke. He glanced down at his arm then up to meet her eyes. “It’s a comfort to know that I have a police officer living in my new neighborhood. Oh, could you please do me a favor? Tell your partner thank you, also. He seemed like a very nice man.”

“Yeah, that’s Hutch. Always the gentleman. Well, I’m kinda in a hurry. Nice seeing you again. Take care.” She’s staring at me again. Why is she looking at me like that? Getting that creepy feeling again, too! He quickly left the store.

“You too, detective.” She called out after him. Soon you’ll be seeing lots of me.

*****

“Detective Starsky? This is Dawn Medford.” It’s time to put my plan into action, my darling.

“Yes, hello, Miss Medford. How can I help you?” Starsky asked her.

“Please, call me Dawn. I hope I’m not being too much of a bother, but you did say I should call if I remembered anything.”

“Yes, I did. What do you remember?” he asked.

“Well, I… I feel funny telling you this over the phone. It’s a little embarrassing.” She sighed. “I think it will be easier for me to tell you in person. That is, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure. Can you come right down to the station?” Let’s get this done and over with.

Dawn hesitated, then spoke. “Well, actually I was wondering if you could meet me at my aunt’s house. She’s been ill, and she’s quite elderly. She needs me all day, but I really feel that you need to have this information.”

Starsky thought for a moment and heaved a heavy sigh as he answered her. “Yeah, I could meet you. Give me the address, but I won’t be able to be there until about four this afternoon. Will you still be there?”

“Yes, I will. Her address is 132 Bayview Point Road. It’s the last house. Thank you for doing this, Detective.” One more step and you’re all mine.

As he hung up the phone, Starsky decided he’d keep this to himself so he didn’t have to listen to Hutch’s teasing.

*****

“Hello! Thank you for going so far out of your way for me. I think you’ll be glad you did, though,” Dawn said to Starsky as she opened the screen door to let him in.

Starsky followed her into the living room. The house was small but cozy. He couldn’t help thinking that the décor didn’t quite fit with what he imagined an elderly woman’s home should look like. Too modern!

“It’s a bit of a drive out here. Take a seat. Relax a minute.”

“So, what is this information you remembered, Miss Medford?” Starsky asked her as he sat down on the sofa.

“Please, call me Dawn.”

“OK, Dawn. What did you remember?”

“Oh! Where are my manners? You must be thirsty! Let me get you something to drink. Iced tea? Root beer?”

Starsky’s eyebrows popped up in surprise. “Root beer would be great.” How did she know I like root beer?

“Coming right up.” Dawn turned and quickly went into the kitchen. She had anticipated his answer, but just to be safe she had two glasses prepared ahead of time, one of each of the beverages she mentioned. She returned to the living room with the root beer.

“Here you are. It’s been awfully warm. I knew the drive out here would make you thirsty.”

“Yes, I am. Thank you,” he said as he accepted the beverage from her. Starsky drained the glass in one swallow. He questioned her again. “Miss Medford, the information you wanted to tell me, can you tell me now?”

“Yes, well, now that I think about it, I may have been making a big deal out of nothing. I feel a little silly, actually.” She was stalling for time.

“Why don’t you just tell me, and let me decide if the information is important, OK?” he said calmly.

She suddenly stood up. “I’ll be right back. I need to check on my aunt.”

Starsky was starting to feel a little exasperated. This girl is testing my patience.

A minute or two passed. “Detective Starsky?” She poked her head around the corner from where she had disappeared. “Would you mind coming in here please? My aunt would like to meet you.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” He got up and felt a little dizzy. Whoa! Musta stood up too quick.

Entering the room, Starsky saw Dawn standing next to a huge four-post bed. But there was no one else there.

He started to speak “Where’s…?” Suddenly, the dizzy feeling returned. The room started to spin and then went black. He collapsed on the floor next to the bed.

*****

“Starsk, where are you?” Hutch was more than a little irritated with his partner. Starsky was over an hour late. He hung up the payphone and returned to the bar. “Huggy! Pour me one, will ya?”

“Hey, man! Where’s your better half?” Huggy asked as he slid the beer to him.

“Well he’s supposed to be meeting me here for dinner. It’s not like him to miss a meal, especially since I offered to buy.”

Huggy laughed. “Yeah, our man, Starsky, does like his food. So, what do you think held him up?” Huggy snapped his fingers. “Maybe it’s a lady.”

“No, I don’t think so. He’d have called me by now. Besides, I know when he’s got a girl on the line. I think I’d better go by his place. Thanks, Hug.”

“No sweat! Hey, if he shows, I’ll tell him where you went.”

Hutch nodded as he left.

*****

Nothing at Starsky’s apartment gave Hutch any reason to worry, but that didn’t stop him. He called Huggy to see if Starsky had checked in there yet. Huggy said no, so Hutch called Metro. No messages there, either. He decided to go back to work and check his desk, just in case Starsky had left him a note that he missed earlier.

******

Starsky awoke to the sound of seagulls and a cool ocean breeze blowing through the French doors on the side of the room that overlooked the beach. He could feel something soft, gently brushing up and down and back and forth on his bare chest. He opened his eyes to see Dawn Medford sitting next to him on the bed with a large peacock feather. That’s what I felt! Her eyes met his, and she smiled. He tried to move his hands but found she had tied his wrists and ankles to the four-post bed he was lying on. He suddenly remembered where he was.

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up, darling. Don’t worry. The effects of the drug will wear off soon,” Dawn said.

What did she just call me? Darling?

“What did you give me last night? Why am I tied up like this? What are you doing, Miss Medford?”

“Please, call me Dawn, darling. I know this is sort of crude, having to tie you up like this. But, I must say, you certainly do look mmmm. Scrumptious.”

What did she say? Scrumptious? Am I dreaming this? I’m havin’ a nightmare. Just close your eyes, and it will all go away.

But it didn’t.

“Dawn? Why do you have me tied up?” He allowed his anger to show.

“So you won’t leave me, darling.” She reached out gently and stroked his left arm.

“What if I say I won’t leave you? Will you untie my wrists then?” He was hoping gentle persuasion would work.

“Not until I know that you love me the way I love you.”

“How can you love me? Dawn, you just met me. How can you possibly love me?” Starsky tried to stay calm while he attempted to talk some sense into the woman holding him hostage. See Hutch! I knew there was something strange about her.

“I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. You don’t remember, do you? You bumped into me at the bookstore on Ocean Avenue. We collided so hard I almost lost my balance, but you grabbed my arm just in time. You helped me pick up my books. You were so polite and apologetic. Your smile, so genuine. Your touch, so firm, yet soft. And your eyes…” She got lost in her thoughts as she stared into his eyes. “I fell in love with you then, and I knew that I had to make you see that you could love me, too.” She looked at him like she was dying of thirst, and he was a glass of cold water.

“No, Dawn, I don’t remember. We don’t know each other. You can’t possibly be in love with me. And, I can’t possibly love you. Please, just let me go, and I won’t …”

“NO! You’re not leaving! You will love me! You will!” she screamed at him, as she stood up, her face red with rage. “I’m never letting you go!”

Starsky felt a chill run down his spine.

She turned away from him so he couldn’t look into her eyes, took a deep breath, and turned back towards him as if nothing had happened. She smiled as she spoke. “Oh, my darling, you’re shaking! Here, let me cover you up a little.” She placed a blanket over him. “I’ll bet you’re hungry. I’ll fix you breakfast. I’m a very good cook, and you know the saying, ‘The way to a man’s heart…” Her voice wandered off as she walked out of the room.

OK, Starsk! Think! How are you going to get yourself out of this? He started looking around the room trying to find something he might be able to use to free himself. Nothing! He decided to try to win her trust. Talk to her softly, like I understand, maybe she’ll buy it. Worth a shot!

Dawn returned less than half an hour later with a full breakfast for Starsky. All his favorite breakfast foods, juice, and coffee. She thought of everything! He was shocked.

“Mmmm! That smells wonderful!” he said to her with his biggest, friendliest grin. “You really can cook, huh?”

“You flatter me, Davey. That’s what I’ll call you. Not David. I like Davey. My Davey.” She sat the tray down on the bed.

It was all he could do not to roll his eyes. No one calls him Davey but his mom.

“I’m going to loosen up your ankles so you can sit up to eat. But, don’t try anything, Davey. You see, I’m serious about this.” She produced from the tray a large butcher knife. “Please, don’t force me to do something you and I will regret. I love you, and I really don’t want to hurt you.”

“OK, Dawn. I won’t try anything.” Yet.

She helped him maneuver so he was sitting up. She tied his ankles together.

“Could I have my shirt?”

“No. I like looking at you without your shirt.”

“Could you please untie one hand so I can eat?”

“No. I’m going to help you.”

She started to feed him breakfast as if he were a child. Her plaything.

As he ate, he decided to take another tact. “Dawn? Why don’t you tell me about yourself.”

She looked at him very suspiciously. “Why?”

“Well, I thought since you think you love me, we should get better acquainted.”

“I don’t just think it. I DO love you, Davey.”

“OK, so tell me about yourself.”

“No, I’d rather talk about you.”

“How did you know what I like for breakfast?”

“I’ve been watching you for months. I know a lot about you. The more I learn, the more I love you.”

“Where is your aunt?”

“She’s dead.”

Starsky started to choke, the answer startled him so. “Did you…?”

“She was really sick for a long time. This was her home, but I inherited it a year ago.

I’ve lived here since she passed.”

“But, I thought…” Starsky decided not to finish his sentence as he figured out the answer on his own.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing. Can I have a drink of that coffee? It sure smells great!”

Pieces to the puzzle were starting to fall into place. He continued to eat and drink as she fed him.

“Dawn? Did you fix the house up after your aunt died? It’s very cozy.” Try to win her confidence.

“Yes! It is, isn’t it? The perfect little love nest. Our love nest!”

She’s got that look in her eyes again. The same one I saw before. Now I understand!

“Dawn? What are you going to do to me?” he asked gently.

“Make love to you until you love me.”

Starsky’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Didn’t expect that answer!

*****

Unable to find any clues as to where his partner may have gone, Hutch decided to remain at the station. His desk was piled with the files and reports that they were working on during the past few days. He thought that perhaps Starsky’s disappearance had something to do with one of their current cases.

Hutch was almost ready to give up. It was now morning, and he’d been up for over twenty-four hours. Three more reports. Then he saw a name on a file that made alarms go off in his head. Dawn Medford. He reviewed her purse snatching report. Nothing out of the ordinary, but I can’t help wonder.

Hutch picked up the phone and dialed.

“Hello, this is Detective Sergeant Kenneth Hutchinson calling from Bay City P.D. I need to talk to someone about a former resident of Eureka. OK. I’ll hold.” A few moments passed. “Hello? Yes. Sergeant, this is Detective Hutchinson of Bay City P.D. Can you help me with some information about a woman who used to live there? Yes, her name is Dawn Medford.” Hutch gave the Eureka police officer the information and agreed to stay at the station and wait for him to return the call.

*****

Starsky finished eating his breakfast in silence after the last revelation from Dawn. She continued to look at him as though he was her breakfast.

“I’m stuffed. Couldn’t eat another bite.” Starsky told her.

Dawn quietly stood, picked up the tray of now empty dishes, and exited the room.

She returned a few minutes later dressed in nothing but the laciest, sexiest bra and bikini panties Starsky ever saw. Dawn’s figure was very nice and she released her long hair from its bun so it fell softly around her shoulders. She was hiding ‘that’ under those frumpy clothes? He was amazed by what he saw but didn’t allow his face to reveal his thoughts. She was also carrying the same butcher knife.

She walked over to the bed and sat next to Starsky. This time she made sure her thigh touched his.

“It’s time,” she said.

“It’s time for what, Dawn?” Starsky asked her calmly.

“To make you love me, darling.” She paused as if in thought. “I could have taken off all of your clothes while you were sleeping. But I’d much rather do this with you awake. It’s far more interesting this way.”

Starsky was confused. What is she up to? “Are you going to hurt me? Is that what you have in mind, Dawn?”

She smiled at the man she loved. “No. I won’t hurt you unless you try to leave me. I don’t want to hurt you. But, I can.” With that, she bent over and gently kissed his lips.

She sat up and looked at him. He had not reciprocated the kiss. “Don’t you like what you see?”

“I could lie to you and say no, but I am a man, so I think you already know the answer to that.”

“Don’t you want to kiss me?”

“No, Dawn. I don’t want to kiss you. I don’t love you.”

“When I’m done, you will be begging for my love.” She moved closer, grabbed the back of his head with both hands and kissed him hard, almost violently this time. She attempted to shove her tongue into his mouth, but she was met with very resistant lips.

He jerked his head away. “No! Dawn, I don’t love you. You gotta listen to me! Let me go…” His lips were covered again by hers, muffling his words. Starsky suddenly became aware that she was holding the knife to his throat.

When she released his mouth, she continued the kisses down his face and his neck, working her way across and down to his shoulders. She sat up and played with the silky curls of hair on his chest.

“I love a man with a hairy chest,” she said and started her journey down to Starsky’s chest and nipples. She first played with them with her free hand, pinching, pulling, then using her tongue licking, biting and sucking them until they were hard as little rocks.

Her hand caressed his chest and stomach, finding their way slowly down to the top of his jeans. She began to unbutton him.

“Dawn, please don’t,” Starsky begged.

“Shhhh. It’s going to be all right, darling. You’ll see. I’m going to take very good care of you. I’m going to make you feel so good…” She didn’t look up but kept working on the task at hand. She moved closer to the object of her want. Once unbuttoned, she attempted to remove the jeans but found more resistance from their owner.

“Davey, you really should let me take these off. If you don’t, I’ll cut them off.”

“Well, then, you’ll just hafta cut them off because I’m not going to let ya take ’em off. Dawn, please just stop!” he demanded.

She stood up and left the room, only to return a moment later with a large pair of scissors.

*****

Hutch was getting impatient, pacing the squad room for what seemed like the tenth time since speaking to the Eureka officer. He jumped when the phone finally rang.

“Hutchinson. Yes, sergeant, what did you find out?” As he listened to the man on the other end of the phone, his expression changed to one of shock and disbelief. Hutch began writing down the information the other police officer was giving him.

“Sergeant Harpham, are you sure we’re talking about the same woman? Yeah, that sounds like her. And, when did you say she left town? Uh, huh.” After a moment more he asked one final question. “Sarge, is your officer all right? Good! OK, thank you for your assistance.” He hung up, grabbed his jacket, and left.

“Starsky, what have you gotten into now?” Hutch mumbled to himself.

*****

After breakfast, Dawn retied his ankles very tightly to the end of the bed so his legs were slightly spread apart and he was again lying down.

“I told you I’d cut them off…” she said as she started cutting the denim at one ankle.

“NO! Just stop! Now! Please stop!” protested Starsky. He tried to fight her off to no avail.

She cut up to the waist on one pant leg, then started on the other.

“Darling, I don’t want to hurt you,” she said calmly, all the while working toward her goal. “…but if you don’t stop moving, I might cut you, too. Now, we don’t want that, do we?”

“Dawn, listen to me. Do you know what you’re doing is considered assaulting a police officer? Do you understand what I’m telling you? This is very serious. Stop now, and I promise you that I will speak to the judge for you. Dawn? Do you understand me?”

“My darling, Davey. When will you understand that you will love me! You will! I can make you love me. I can hurt you, too.” She picked up the butcher knife and showed it to Starsky as a reminder.

When the legs of the jeans were completely cut open she pulled them off in one swift movement. She then moved to the headboard and tightened the cord holding Starsky’s wrists.

She started kissing him again, first at his neck, moving down slowly over the chest and nipples. She worked the nipples, sucking and biting until they were hard again. Her hands moved over his body, gently massaging his arms, chest, and stomach as though she were in awe of him. Her hands continued their journey down toward his hips, to massage his thighs. Her mouth had moved also, now kissing and licking down his chest and stomach. She picked up the scissors and cut off Starsky’s bikini underwear.

“Oh, Davey! You’re even more beautiful than I expected.” She kissed him full on the mouth while lying on the bed next to him. She placed one hand on his penis and proceeded to rub and massage. Starsky’s body shivered and stiffened at her touch.

“Dawn, please don’t do this. You’ve gotta stop, now. You can’t go any further. I won’t be able to help you if you keep going.” Starsky was finding it increasingly more difficult to remain calm.

“Do you like this? You like me touching you, don’t you? I’m going to make you feel so good.” She kissed him, then stood up. She unhooked her bra and removed it very slowly. Then, just as slowly, she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

Starsky’s eyes widened more. This can’t be happening, he thought.

She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself to one side of Starsky. She commenced kissing and licking his chest and stomach again, continuing down to where her hand was resting on his penis.

Starsky’s own body was betraying him. He was starting to become firm in her hand. Damn!

She caressed his ever-hardening member, treating it like a toy she had always wanted but was never given. Until now. Playing with the curls at the base of his shaft, cupping and lovingly rolling his balls in her hand, gently kissing the head. She licked and kissed the crown, taking little nips up and down the rock-hard cock, rubbing it against her face. She opened her mouth and consumed Starsky’s penis past her lips and into her mouth and throat.

He moaned. Shit! He was angry with himself for enjoying her advances. I can’t let this happen! But, it is happening! I can’t think! Do something! Stop moving!

She stayed frozen there for a moment, enjoying his taste as he attempted to thrust his hips. She held him firmly against the bed, wanting to be in control, wanting him to enjoy her skill, knowing that he would beg her to complete the task, eventually. When she moved, she moved slowly, teeth wrapped by lips, firm and hard against his cock, almost allowing it to fall out of her mouth’s firm grasp, then back down again. Over and over she teased him this way. Starsky had given into the pleasure and closed his eyes. Then, suddenly she stopped, releasing his sex and wiping her mouth.

Starsky’s eyes flew open. Dawn rose up, straddling him. She lay on top of him, her entire body warm with desire and want for Starsky. She looked into his eyes. Yes! There it is! He’s begging me to finish! I knew you’d love me!

Her hand reached down and found his penis again, still hard. It jumped as she touched it. She lifted her hips a little and gently guided him into her moist pussy. “Oh, Davey!” she moaned as she sat up and started pumping him.

What?!? What is she doing? Oh, this feels so good! Starsky get a grip! Tell her that this is considered rape! Tell her she’ll go to jail! Oh, man, she is so tight! Starsky! Open your mouth! TELL HER! TELL HER NOW!

Starsky opened his mouth but all that came out was a soft sigh of pleasure.

Her hands were on his pecs, feeling the strong muscles tightening with her movements. She rode him, pushing hard onto him with each thrust so she could feel his tight balls against her. She started slowly, pulling off and almost letting his cock fall out, then back in again harder and harder, increasing her speed slightly each time.

“How does this feel, darling? You’re loving me, I’m loving you. I want to fuck you like this everyday for the rest of your life. Do you want to touch me? Do your hands want to caress my body? My tits? Do you want to play with my ass? Do you want to fuck me?” At that she stopped moving and looked deep into his eyes.

His lust for her had overtaken him. He whispered his answer. “Yes.”

Dawn reached up and untied his hands and guided them to her breasts. Starsky played with them, gently pulling and rolling the nipples until they became hard and tender. She moaned at his touch. He sat up, his cock still deep inside her, and pulled her into a kiss. His hands found her firm ass as he lay back down, using it to pull her up and down on his engorged sex. She laid over him, her tits barely touching his chest, as she continued riding him. He moved his hand to her hips, directing her movements, setting his own rhythm. Starsky closed his eyes. He suddenly gasped, his entire body tensed as his hands held her in place, stopping her. He let out a loud sound, almost a yell, as his cock pulsed inside her filling her with his juice.

The sudden crash of a door being kicked open was heard, then replaced by the familiar voice of Hutch. “Freeze, bitch, or I’ll shoot!”

Dawn jumped off Starsky and grabbed the knife again. She held it directly over Starsky’s chest. Her eyes were wild and frantic as she stood naked next to the bed.

“I’ll kill him. I swear, I’ll kill him! He’s mine, not yours!” she screamed.

Starsky had been startled back to reality. “No Hutch! It’s OK. I’m not hurt. She won’t hurt me, will you, Dawn?”

“Starsk, you don’t know that. She knifed another police officer in Eureka.” Hutch shifted his focus to the irate woman. “Did you tell him what you did to Officer Bryant, Miss Medford? Did you tell him how you stalked the officer, lured him to your home, and when he wouldn’t cooperate with your sick little game, you stabbed him?”

Dawn turned to look at Starsky. “What did you do, Dawn?”

“I loved him, but he didn’t love me, not like you do, Davey. He hurt me, so I hurt him. But, you won’t hurt me. You love me. I know you love me. I can feel it. Tell me you love me, Davey. Tell him that you love me,” she begged, pointing to Hutch.

“Dawn, I don’t love you. You have to understand. I don’t love you.”

She felt betrayed, used. “NO! I can’t give you up. I love you. I need you. I have to be with you. You can love me. You’re not trying. Please, don’t leave me. Don’t make me give you up. No! I won’t give you up. You belong to me now! And, if I can’t have you then no one can have you.” She lifted the knife in the air.

The loud boom of Hutch’s weapon echoed loudly.

“Hutch! Noooo!” Starsky screamed as he sat up.

*****

“Hey! Hey! Starsk, it’s OK, babe, I’m right here. It’s just a dream.” Hutch soothed a frightened Starsky out of another nightmare. “Was it that same dream? The one with the psycho girl?”

“Yeah…Hutch, it’s so real!”

“It’s not real, so lay back down. Come here.” Hutch pulled Starsky into his arms. “If you don’t stop it with these nightmares, I’ll have to find another bed to sleep in,” he teased.

“No way, Hutch. You’re not goin’ anywhere.” Starsky kissed him full and sensual. “Now, let’s get some sleep.”

“After the way you just kissed me? I don’t think so…..”

*****

The morning started out as it always did in the lovers’ new home. A shower, sex, another shower, and a quick breakfast, and they were late again. The morning wasn’t any different at work, either. “Starsky! Hutch! Get in here!” Captain Dobey stood in the doorway.

As Starsky and Hutch approached Dobey, he spoke again. “I have someone you need to meet. Come in and sit down.”

They walked into the office and saw a woman standing, looking out the window of Dobey’s office. “Detectives David Starsky and Ken Hutchinson, I’d like you to meet Sergeant Dawn Medford, on temporary assignment from the Eureka PD.”

The woman turned around. Dawn! The same Dawn that Starsky saw in his nightmares! Hutch walked over to her holding out his hand. “Pleased to meet you, Dawn.” He turned and saw his partner, standing as if glued to his place on the floor, staring at the woman, all the color gone from his face.

“Starsky! Where’re your manners?” Turning back around, Hutch spoke to her again. “You’ll have to forgive my partner here.”

Dawn walked over to Starsky, took his hand in hers, and gently shook it. “Sergeant David Starsky, it’s my pleasure to meet you. David? Hmmm? Do you mind if I call you Davey?”

 

The End