Starsky & Meredith: Black and Blue and More

Begins at Season 4, episode 9, Black and Blue

 

An “hmm” escaped and she whispered, “Call me Joan…”

The doorbell rang as Starsky was looking at the web of plants in his room. Hutch had encouraged him to cultivate them and Starsky had really taken to it. There were now plants in every room of his place. His favorite was the 5 ft Abricola in the corner behind the wicker chair. Upon opening the door, he couldn’t help but grin as he looked Detective Joan Meredith up and down. She looked around 18 years old with the way she had herself made up and dressed.

“Lady, I don’t know what you heard on the streets but I am definitely not into kids,” Starsky joked and playfully closed the door a bit before opening it wide for her to enter his apartment.

As she entered she was taken aback that he was in his bathrobe. Just out of the shower, she supposed. The robe’s design left his significant chest hair and muscular legs on display. What a sexy man, she thought to herself. He went and sat on the back of the couch, still happily smiling. Exuberated, Meredith stepped into his personal space, bringing them eye-to-eye, and almost accidentally touching. She was obviously flirting and decided to take a step back to see what his next move would be.

“I love all your plants. I see they’re intertwined through the kitchen,” she said as she moved towards the dining area for a better look. “I grew a lot of plants while I was in college and then …”

Starsky had stopped hearing what she was saying. He was taking a better look at her figure and recalling yesterday when she had surprisingly taken his 5’11, 185 lbs. down to the grass. Truth be told, he’d been stunned, and his ego was a bit hurt. Therefore, he had no other choice but to get the upper hand by forcefully rolling her over onto her back and holding her down with the weight of his body. Starsky then started admonishing her for having gotten herself into such a predicament.

At the same time, she knew that he undoubtedly believed he had easily regained control. Wrong. Just then, she showed how stellar a police she is by slyly removing the small 38-pistol from the waistband of her skirt. She stuck it to the side of his body and watched the hard-edged smugness on his face disintegrate into a smile and then laughter. A very handsome smile. Soon she was also laughing as well while they continued laying on the ground and looking into each other’s eyes. The ice had been broken.

Returning to the Torino, Starsky accepted he had been too gruff with her at Metro. It’s just that he was so concerned about Hutch being shot and it brought a certain meanness to him. Meredith had bested him and showed she could handle herself. Stealing a side glance before starting the Torino, he smiled with a slight nod at how fine she is. Impossible not to notice.

“Will you have dinner with me tonight? A friend of mine owns a little spot downtown. His name is Huggy.”

“Sounds good,” she said, strapping on her seatbelt.

A few hours later Starsky was smartly dressed in a sport coat and slacks, while Meredith was sexily attired. Starsky noticed heads turning as they entered.

“Huggy, this is Detective Joan Meredith. She’s working with me on Hutch’s shooting.”

Huggy asked about Hutch and Starsky gave him an update. Immediately thereafter Huggy made a soft play for the sister but she let him down gently. After dinner and drinks, Starsky drove Meredith home and walked her to the door of her place.

“Thanks for dinner, Starsky. I had a really nice time. Huggy is a trip. I can tell he’s a good informant.” After a pause to unlock and open her apartment door, she changed the conversational tone by placing her hand on his arm and saying, “I’m glad your partner is recovering so well. Things will be OK. I’ll see you tomorrow,” and she walked inside.

“Good night, Meredith.” Starsky looked at his watch and realized it wasn’t too late to call Hutch.

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“Starsky. Starsky. Starsky! So, where is the TV?” Meredith shook his shoulder, happy she had justification for touching him.

Brought back to the present, he was happy to have her in his home and he didn’t want her to leave anytime soon. Once Starsky stated the tv was in the bedroom, she pointed herself in the correct direction and headed off to retrieve it. As she was unplugging the set, Starsky sheepishly followed her into the room with his hands in his pockets.

Looking at her lavishly, he stated “Not tonight. There’s a special on TV.” He stared deeply into her eyes as she smiled with a toothy grin. He removed the silly baseball cap. She ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to fluff up her curls.

“A special on tv?” she flirtatiously asked.

A mutual lingering gaze led Starsky to step forward and place his hands on her hips. She smiled, licked her lips lightly and maintained her seductive grin and twinkly eyes. He brought her closer to him, cupped the side of her face and gave her a passionate kiss.

She placed her arms around him and enjoyed the sensation of their lingering kiss. He unzipped and removed the imitation Member’s Only jacket and she stepped back. They never broke their gaze as he placed his warm hands on her back underneath her sweater. Her skin was so soft, he thought. Her eyes were so mesmerizing. She in turn placed her arms around his neck while he began kissing her neck and rubbing her curves.

An “hmm” escaped and she whispered, “Call me Joan…”

And with that he nuzzled and kissed her neck with even more desire. She allowed him to remove the tacky sweater which exposed her beautiful red lace bra and breasts. Their lips pressed hard against each other again and they kissed with passionate force. She pulled the belt off his robe and pushed it off his shoulders. It fell to the floor leaving him naked. He unzipped her Jordache and she deftly slipped out of them. Stepping back again, he admired the lovely vision before him. Starsky broke their impenetrable gaze long enough to swiftly lift her and she automatically wrapped her long legs around his hips. He carried her to his waterbed, unhooked her bra along the way, and playfully released her, causing her to bounce off a wave. The moonlight beaming through the window was heightening the intoxication. Joan bit her bottom lip and looked at the handsome, well-endowed man with all that sexy chest hair. He lifted her legs so he could remove her panties. He grinned as he admired her nude.

“You think you can handle me, blue eyes?”

Starsky reached for a condom and smirked. “Do you think you can handle this, sweetheart?”

Face to face. Curly hair to curly hair. Starsky loved feeling her chest against his. Meanwhile Joan was enjoying the feel of his thickness against her most sensitive area. Their lips locked again as their breathing became more and more shallow. Sweet nothings were purred.

Starsky began a little bump and grind and her hips automatically raised to meet his pace. They met each other’s thrusts, purred, growled, and panted for hours. Later, exhausted and in the afterglow, she thought back to the rolling around, touching and kissing of skin that brought them to strong simultaneous orgasms. Sleep would soon follow.“Good night, Dave,” she whispered as she moved into the crook of his arm. He pulled her closer and pinched her buttock. He smiled as he looked at the ceiling. She had taken his senses to another plateau. It was their lovemaking that had given him peace and taken his mind off Hutch for a while. He knew Hutch was receiving the best of care at the hospital. Lying with his arm around Joan’s soft shoulder, he lightly stroked her flesh.

“Good night, Joan,” he whispered in response and kissed her forehead. His mind turned to thoughts of Hutch and he looked forward to calling him in the morning.

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With the rise of the sun Joan became Detective Meredith once more. And Starsky returned to being doggedly focused on getting the culprits. There had been no answer to the phone in Hutch’s room before he left for the undercover. Interestingly however, Hutch ended up coming to their rescue later when the bust went sideways. Starsky introduced them and then quickly told Hutch he was being taken back to Bay City General.

“Take care of your partner, Starsky. And Hutch…listen to those doctors and nurses,” Meredith said with a nod and a wink. “Now go get better.”

Starsky returned Meredith’s nod as he draped Hutch’s arm around his shoulder. A sly, crooked smile escaped as he watched her walk out of the room. Hutch glanced at Starsky.

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The next morning Starsky sat on the arm of an office chair as Captain Dobey debriefed them on the case conclusion. The 16-year-old female shooter was charged with Second Degree Attempted Murder for shooting Hutch, as well as a few misdemeanors. The adult ringleader was in jail and faced a slew of charges. Meredith discreetly leaned so their arms would touch. Starsky didn’t readjust his position. It was nearly time for them to go their separate ways. After police procedural goodbyes all around, Starsky and Hutch headed to the door leading to the squad room and Meredith towards the door to the hallway. Starsky looked over his shoulder and spied a walking Meredith’s attractive figure in her tailored pant suit. She would be headed back to the Child Abuse Unit across the street. Starsky had ended up respecting Detective Meredith as a colleague and a temporary partner, but there was no denying Joan was a very sexy and beautiful woman.

Just as he was about to open the door for Hutch, Starsky stopped. Hutch nearly ran into it. Dobey noticed and suppressed a laugh. After his throwaway line that he will request Meredith personally if his partner ever gets shot again, Starsky suavely crossed the room and stood closer than a professional distance from her. Like that day in the park, they were face-to-face, fellow police detectives.

With Starsky and Meredith locked in a gaze, Captain Dobey sat and clearly observed their attraction to one another. Of course, Hutch could see it too. Starsky had purposefully left his side to continue flirting with Meredith. Dobey spied Hutch’s face and continued to hold in the laughter.

“See ya,” a smiling Starsky said to an equally smiling Meredith.

“That would be nice,” she said softly.

Hutch appeared from nowhere and stood to the side of, but in between Meredith and Starsky’s doe-eyed stare.

“What are you going to do?” Starsky asked Meredith in a low voice.

With a beautiful smile, she nodded her head and left the room.

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The two of them began seeing each other discreetly. Of course, Starsky told Hutch. They didn’t keep secrets from another. Hours later Starsky picked her up for a romantic dinner at a lovely waterfront restaurant. Over dinner and drinks, they talked and laughed and talked some more. What had begun as physical now had depth to it. Joan was as smart and funny as she was beautiful. Like him, she was Brooklyn born. She was an only child raised in the Park Slope neighborhood of the borough. Her father was a NYPD Captain killed in the line of duty.

Meanwhile, Starsky and Hutch maintained their multi-layered partnership. As the months passed, the 3 continued to sometimes hang out together following their day shifts. Meredith understood and respected their deep friendship and never made Hutch feel like a “third wheel.” Likewise, Hutch accepted Meredith as the woman in Starsky’s life. Meredith would sit in the middle of the front seat when they rode in the Torino. Starsky was thrilled that Hutch and Meredith were so comfortable with each other. Each recognized and respected their importance in his life. Plus, all three of them were police and understood the cop’s way of life. So nice.

After returning from a weekend for two in San Diego, Meredith and Starsky were unwinding and having a nightcap at her downtown high rise. He had a Heineken and Joan poured a glass of Zinfandel. They cuddled on the couch and recapped the adventure and romance of their time away from Bay City. This was an interlude to the passion they both knew was up next. She turned on some sexy music and they danced the Tango. He always dipped her like no man had ever done previously.

After the dance, she had her arms lovingly wrapped around his neck and was playing in his curly hair. He had a hand on each of her hips and one traced the outline of her derriere. He unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor as she unbuttoned and removed her silk blouse. Starsky lustfully thought of how arrestingly sexy she was standing there with her hands on her hips while wearing black stilettos, a black bra, and black panties.

“My, my, my. Christmas is early this year,” he said, raising an eyebrow and flashing a smile, Starsky sat down on the ottoman in front of her. “Turn around” he playfully demanded in a sexy growl. He couldn’t help it. He was already rock hard. She pivoted twice in her heels and once he saw that sweet body in motion he pulled off his clothes and kicked off his shoes.

After intense climaxes from making sweet love, they lay in each other’s arms, sweaty and satisfied. It had been more than six months and the Holidays were fast approaching. Starsky realized since things were becoming more serious between them that he had to discuss it soon. He kissed her forehead and then took her hand in his. He continued looking at the ceiling and blurted it out.

“I’m bi-sexual, Joan.” He took a breath and hurriedly continued. “Hutch and I are lovers…. We have been for years…. I can barely remember when Hutch wasn’t so important to me….You know, when you work so closely with someone who will take a bullet for you…it’s impossible not to become best friends. Impossible not to have a love for them…. He’s the best friend I’ve ever had. He’s closer to me than my own brother. We met at the academy and just clicked, so when we were assigned as partners, we knew we’d make a good team. It’s been Me and Thee ever since.”

Reflecting, Starsky continued with his train of thought. “We loved each other for a long time before we realized we were in love with each other. Now years later, we’re still in love with each other but we’ve always also loved women.” A slanted grin escaped as he quickly side-eyed Joan’s face. “Apples and oranges. Some people think we’re gay, which makes no sense,” he snickered remembering some of his former paramours, especially Rosie Malone. “Hutch and I just laugh about it,” he finished, not wanting to boast of his prowess. Starsky then turned to look at her. He was searching for Joan’s reaction to what he had just said.

Playing with one of her curls, she finally spoke. “I’m a detective, Dave. I’ve known almost since I first met you both. I could see there was a special intimacy between the two of you. Something beyond police partners and best friends. Something deeper. More beautiful. It’s all good. I haven’t had a problem with the amount of time you spend together outside of the job. I understand it.” She reached and took a sip of wine and then continued, “We’re all consenting adults, Dave. I consider Hutch my friend. He’s a damn good cop, my brother in blue…. and my lover’s lover,” she giggled.

With that said, she leaned onto her side to look into his handsome face which now bore a big sexy grin. She whispered “I don’t have a problem sharing you, Dave Starsky. Obviously, Hutch doesn’t.” Joan kissed his neck before continuing. “Our relationship is our relationship and I’ll always respect yours with him.” She then sweetly kissed his lips.

He was in rapture, rolling her over and gently laying on top of her. Starsky looked deeply into her beautiful brown eyes and kissed her as if it were the very first time. This was one of the happiest moments in his life. Finally, a woman who understood Me & Thee.