Jane Rizzoli
Kate Beckett
Two fiery, defiant, badass women stood chest-to-chest as they ferociously argued over the jurisdictional rights of the other to stand their ground. Jane Rizzoli, who had been pursuing a serial killer across state lines, had ended up on Kate Beckett's doorstep, infringing on a gruesome crime scene in downtown New York. What started as a verbal sparring contest attempting to make the other back down had devolved into a bloody nightmare for one. The elder Rizzoli had taken certain control of the scrap after a torrid back-and-forth beginning, eventually snagging two silky clumps of Beckett's ponied locks and slinging the squealing brunette over the hood of a nearby cop car. Kate hit the ground with a meaty thud as an unflinching Rizzoli stalked the rising Beckett, mewling as her mouth dropped agape, blood spilling from between her lips as she held her aching back. Jane once again tugged Kate to her wobbling feet, ripping a debilitating knee into her midsection.
"HHHHNGGGGUUUHHHLL...." the brunette wailed, hoarsely grunting as a stream of drool sloshed from her bottom lip and hit the searing pavement. With a single tug, Rizzoli tucked Kate over at the waist as she yanked the NYPD officer's v-neck tee up around her neck, blinding the squirming brunette as though she was in a hockey scrum, her jersey having been tugged over her head in humiliating fashion. Kate's breasts teardropped in her black lace bra, squealing in embarrassment as Rizzoli finally pulled the garment free altogether, following by whipping a backhanded slap into her turned cheek. A brutal, relentless assault followed; bare knuckle after bare knuckle piercing Kate's flexing abdomen as Jane cupped the back of her neck and held her tight, pumping her bare belly with paralyzing uppercuts. A breathless Beckett was finally allowed to genuflect to a knee, hoarsely wheezing as Jane took hold of her messy, sweat-soaked pony from above.
Kate blubbered as streaks of mascara trailed down her cheek, whimpering her submission as Jane once again stood her up, balancing the brunette on drunken stems as she pathetically pleaded for a reprieve. The tight waistband of Beckett's jeans acted as a push-up bra for her bubbly ass cheeks as they sagged around her hips; then, with a single snap of her fingers Rizzoli unclasped Kate's nearly-displaced bra. Kate throatily squealed as the lacy material fluttered to the ground at her feet, rushing to cradle her teardropping tits as they spilled free for the entirety of both precincts to see. With an unflinching snarl, Rizzoli palmed the back of Kate's skull and drilled her forehead-first into the metal hood of the cop car at their hip. A mist of crimson coated the windshield as Kate lifelessly gurgled, her naked torso twitching as it slid down the sleek hood, her bare breasts mushrooming against the steel. The raven-haired victor hooked one of Kate's thighs and lifted her frame atop the hood completely, rolling her to her back and spreading the brunette's limbs like a pinned butterfly, her perfect caramel nipples stiffening as Rizzoli rummaged through her pockets and pulled out two pairs of cuffs. Beckett's hazel bulbs fluttered into the back of her skull as she was stretched spread eagle, each wrist arrested and cuffed to opposite side mirrors of the car.
"Now we know whose fucking crime scene this is... " Rizzoli hissed, squeezing the puckered cheeks of a convulsing Beckett and leaving her to be cleaned up by her team.
