AN: Double update--Surprise!

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They called the police from the car on the way home, and were told that two detectives would come to the loft the following morning.

"Is that normal?" Momoko asked, shivering as she snuggled down between Sully and Tommy in the car. "Don't people usually have to go to the police station?"

"Who cares?" Dane responded. "It's better for us if they come to the loft, anyway. Let them come."

"For sure, I just wonder why?" Momoko mused as the car pulled up in front of Dick's Donuts, now shuttered for the night. 

As a precaution, Sully got out first and opened the gate, after which the other four got out with Momoko sort of in the middle and hustled her in. They didn't go up until the gate was securely closed behind them, and, as far as they could tell, no one was on the street watching.

After everyone was in bed, Jude heard a knock on his door. "Come in," he called, more than a little surprise in his voice. He laid his book aside and turned the lamp to its lowest setting.

Momoko came in wearing a Colin Kaepernick jersey. "I thought we had a date," she said, seeing the expression on his face.

"We did, but I assumed you'd want a rain check," he explained. "Reckoned what happened tonight would put you off shagging, you know?"

Momoko shook her head as she climbed into bed with Jude. "No. If anything, it makes me want to be close to someone," she corrected. "Someone fun, someone funny, someone who can make me feel good and make me laugh?" She scooted close to Jude and put her hands on his chest. "Can you do those things, Jude?" She pressed a kiss on his mouth, her lips soft in the semidarkness. "Please?"

"Of course, love," Jude said, nodding as he turned to face her fully and sliding his arms around her. "The royal court jester, that's me," he added with a chuckle.

"My Jude," Momoko murmured against his mouth as she slid her tongue out and slide it along his lips. She turned them so she sat astride him, one smooth thigh on either side, and pulled her jersey off in a smooth motion. 

Jude smiled at the sight of Momoko wearing nothing but black lace undies with a pert bow in the middle. "Wow, Peaches, you are a vision," he breathed. He reached and cupped a warm breast in each hand, thumbing her soft-hard nipples, making her smile and bit her lip at the sensation. He sat up to suck on first one, then the other, making sexy sucking sounds of dreamy satisfaction, making Momoko wet before he'd even done anything else.

Momoko dug her fingers into his loose curls as she undulated against his lean frame, feeling his erection between them.

"You're my boob man, aren't you?" Momoko laughed. "Oh, sorry, 'breast' man?"

Jude shook his head against her chest. He detached for a moment. "I think I'm more of a 'nipple' man," he said in a musing voice, making her laugh even harder.. He gently laved her right nipple, then turned and did the same to her left. "Don't get me wrong, I do love all of it, I mean, them, both of them," he continued, squeezing first one, then the other. But it seems like I do enjoy the nipular region particularly, rather more than the entire mammary, if you take my meaning."

And he bit her breast gently before latching on and sucking, hard enough to hollow his cheeks, making Momoko gasp through her laughter and throw her head back.

"Ah, Jude," she moaned, rubbing her sex against his sweats. "I'm already so wet for you, so wet."

"I know," he said smugly. "I can smell you." grasped her wrists and laid her back against his legs. "And believe me when I tell you it smells so fucking good." He slid two fingers into her next to the fabric of her undies, making her throw her head back, then pulled them out to insert them in his mouth. 

"What pretty knickers you're wearing, Peaches," he remarked, as he lifted her legs so he could pull them off.

Momoko gasped with delight. "Knickers! I love knickers!" she declared.

"Haha, me too," Jude responded as he flicked them onto his pillow. "Now, look at that glorious body, my my my." He rose to his knees so he could get his sweats off. Then, in one fluid motion, he covered her voluptuous body with his thin one and thrust into her.

"Ahh, Jude," Momoko called, welcoming him into her warmth, clasping his slim hips with her knees and wrapping her arms around his back.

"Mmm, you feel so good on me," Jude whispered. "I think this is our first time to actually fuck, you know that?"

"Really?"

Jude nodded. "We've done a lot of fun stuff, but I don't think we've done this yet."

"Well, about fucking time, then, I guess," Momoko said with a little laugh.

"Hear, hear."

"God, Momoko, feels fucking amazing--" he thrust, and Momoko winced, flinching a little.

"Oops, sorry about that."

"What happened?"

Jude lifted his head to look at her. "I'm not what you'd call large in the--erm, girth department?"

Momoko snorted. "Did you just say girth?"

"D'you want to hear or not?"

"Sorry, sorry."

"As I was saying, though I'm not what you'd call large in the girth department, I'm a bit longer than the average fellow, so if I push too hard, I can sometimes hit things that you don't want hit, like an ovary or something, and it can be quite painful, I'm told, the equivalent of us blokes taking a hit to our family jewels."

Momoko nearly sat up. "You're kidding!"

Jude shook his head. "That's what I've been told." He thrust again, more carefully, and Momoko felt only pleasure, not the internal knocking and pressure of before. "That's better," she murmured.

"Good," Jude said, covering her mouth in a kiss. "How about you get on top? Doesn't happen as much that way."

She nodded and he turned them.

"You look magnificent this way, too," Jude whispered, locking her hands in his as she slowly undulated on him, smooth thighs gleaming in the lamplight. 

Then, after a while, "Oh, slow down, slow down, Peaches, if you can, I don't want to come yet, yeah?"

Momoko nodded and slowed down, releasing his hands to caress her own breasts, eyes closed. Then, as her own climax spiraled closer, she moved one hand to her sex, rubbing herself with two fingers, speeding up and slowing down to increase her pleasure.

Jude stared at her, mesmerized, his own orgasm now a foregone conclusion.

Momoko began to make gasping sounds. "You about ready, Jude? Because I am."

"Yeah, I'm going to come really soon, I am."

"Good." Momoko's hand sped up, and Jude watched her come, watched her unravel to smithereens in front of him, head falling forward as her hand became a blur, as she gasped and came down on him hard and clenched, squeezing her breast, over and over.

Then she kept going, for him, as she relaxed, keeping up the speed, as she took her hand, covered with her own release, and leaned forward to put her fingers in his mouth so he could taste her as he came.

This, coupled with the sight of her, breasts hanging over him, pushed Jude over the edge, and he came, thrusting, again and again, lifting her up, as he groaned, grasping her hips, knowing he was leaving fingertip bruises on her but unable to help himself.

As he finished and relaxed, he pulled her body down on his, wrapping her up in a full body hug.

"Oh wow, Momoko, thanks for that absolutely fantastic shag," he murmured. He kissed her moist forehead, rolling them so they were side by side.

"It was pretty great, wasn't it?" Momoko agreed, kissing his chest.

"Yeah it was."

"Just what I wanted."

"Me too." Jude cuddled her as close as he could. "Feeling better?"

"Loads."

"You want to sleep here, or do you prefer to sleep in your own bed? My feelings won't be hurt if you want to go."

"I'd rather stay."

"Ace!"

Momoko went back to her own bed in the very early morning, kissing an adorably drowsy Jude. She crawled gratefully into her own bed, grabbing a few more hours of sleep before awakening to shower before the detectives arrived.

Detectives Maddow ("No, sorry, no relation to Rachel," she said with a grin, "though I wish I were.") and Brady arrived right on time, and sat to talk to everyone.

"The reason  detectives have been assigned to your case," Detective Maddow explained, after they'd talked and taken her statement, "is because the Assistant District Attorney thinks your case serious enough for the charges to be upgraded to stalking."

"But I thought the policemen called it stalking before?" Momoko said in confusion.

The boys all nodded.

"Well, they may have called it that, but the young man was only charged with misdemeanor assault when they put the restraining order in place. "Now, though, given the seriousness of your injuries, and the fact that it happened in the street, and given his history with drugs, and how you've seen him in multiple places? The ADA is going to try to get a judge to up the charges and issue a bench warrant for his arrest on these new stalking charges. You have a relatively high profile, and are out in public on a fairly regular basis, now, Ms McDaniels, you can avoid it, and he seems to be wherever you are, so we can't be too careful."

All of the guys seemed to sit back and breathe a collective sigh of relief.

"So does this mean that the next time we see him, we can call you and you'll come and arrest him?" Sullivan asked.

"If we can catch him, we'll arrest him," Detective Brady assured him. "I don't know if we can hold him, that depends on what degree of charges he's brought up on, but yes, if we can catch him, we'll arrest him."

"Thank you," Momoko said. "I don't burst into tears and stuff like that, but if I were a cryer, believe me, I'd be bawling all over both of you."

"That won't be necessary," Detective Maddow said with a smile. "Just try to be careful, Ms. McDaniels.

The bell rang, and Dane got up to go see who it was.

He came back, eyes wide with worry.

"Who?"

"It's Kay," he said. 

Everyone looked at each other.

"Our manager," Tommy explained to the detectives.

"Hi everyone," she said gaily as she let herself in. "I got the proofs back on the posters, and I thought you'd want to see them as soon as possible--" she stopped talking when she saw that they had company.

"Oh, I'm sorry--" she began.

"No no," Detective Brady assured her. "We were just leaving, we have everything we need."

"Rest assured, ma'am, we're going to keep Ms. McDaniels safe from her stalker," Detective Maddow added.

"Her what? I thought that was all over?" Kay asked, looking around.

"Well, she and Mr. Morrison just saw him at their concert last night," Detective Brady explained. "You knew that, right?" 

"No, I didn't," Kay said, looking around as she laid the posters on the table. "I'm sure they were getting ready to tell me, though."

After the detectives were gone, Kay turned to the five members of Peppermint Silk. "You were going to tell me, right?"

They all looked at each other, guilt written all over their faces.