#Jo turning down a drink and working on something positive and healthy for herself

[thestarrynightslover]

Okay, so PD s11 finale theories:

Route A: they work real hard get to the killer and Voight but it's too late and he's dead/dying/dies en route to Med/at Med

Though I'm not so sure abt this cause we haven't heard about Jason's leaving (no, I am not up to date with who's already been confirmed to stay, sorry)

And if this happens, I think Hailey, or someone else on the team (prob Hailey), will kill the offender and it won't be the best of shoots so she'll be forced out of the department, or it'll take a toll on her and she'll take Petrovic's advice and make a change in her life (leaving cpd, and what I'm gonna say now is another discussion entirely but: she might not even wanna continue to be a cop and let's remember she has a college degree!).

OR

She'll just be really shaken by Voight's d3ath (which will be her losing another one she loved/who was her family) and will leave bc of that, she'll think that job is taking more than giving.

Route B (a happier and therefore less likely one, lol): everything will work out and Voight will be okay but Upton's good work as a team leader will be so praised that she'll get some sort of promotion and will have the opportunity (and accept, again, following Petrovic's advice) to lead another team.

OR

Even saving Voight, she'll kill the guy (or he will!! And she'll want to take the heat) and be asked to leave the pd/leave bc she can't leave like that anymore.

In summary, I think the episode, despite being a finale (which are usually more team-coded), will be Upton centric and will highlight those conversations abt mental health and change between her and Petrovic and that's gonna have everything to do with her leaving.

Another conclusion I'm reaching after e12 is that (total shocker, yes I know 🤡) there will be no upstead reunion/closure whatsoever, bc Hailey's departure is not gonna have anything to do with that. And even though I will most likely be over the moon if we get at least a phone call with Jay, I don't think that should happen bc as much as they did the upstead break up really dirty and bad and fucked up with all those unanswered phone calls and stuff, I think it wouldn't make any sense to bring him back or even up at all again, for obvious reasons: we haven't heard about Jay/upstead in forever now. Literally no mentions that either even happened on the show ever since Jo's first episode where she points out that Hailey just got a divorce. And even though Hailey's not healed at all after all she went through (not just Jay's leaving!!), it's like she has gotten some sense of closure on that part of her life and to bring that all up again would just be straight up cruel with her/them (cause whatever happens, I don't see them getting back together, so...). But this is a drama (read character-hater) show, so who knows, right?

Well, that's it, thank you for coming to my ted talk if you made it to the end of this rant. Bye, see ya next week!

[jo--taylor]

the storm | jo + maeve

...the continuation of a dash f2f...

@maeve-preston

Jo

Her cheeks flushed ever so slightly and she cleared her throat a bit.  “Yes, Miss.” She had come here very much expecting to submit or let Henri distract her in whatever way possible. The submissive glanced up once more, her brow knitting for a moment before she gave a small nod and spoke.  “Seven years.  Seven months. Eleven days.”  It was specific.  “The night of my thirtieth birthday.” Jo hadn’t expected to come here and talk about her past.  She’d been to a therapist.  Several.  Grief was something you got over in your own time and most days she did rather well, it was just storms that still threw her off.

Maeve

Maeve gave a nod of acknowledgment. Lightning flashed briefly through the room around them, bellowing thunder not far behind and the rain somehow roared louder against the windows. The Dominant sat up and slid to the edge of the couch to retrieve the wine bottle, bringing her closer to Jo. She reached for it, reaching over the woman to dip experimentally into her space. Wine in hand Maeve straightened and pour herself a second glass. She held it in offering to pour for Jo, waiting for eye contact before asking. "Are you still craving more than simply drinking wine in this office now that you're confronted with a new face?" The question was as direct as it was going to be. Maeve was not shy in the least but, she typically had workplace rules and had a mind to keep things professional until she was asked not to.

Jo

The thunder had her jaw clenching and her eyes closing briefly.  When dark eyes fluttered open and her jaw eased up on the tension, the Dominant was reaching into her personal space.  The submissive's breath caught in her throat for a moment, watching as the woman poured herself more.  At the offering, she silently accepted by extending her glass a bit towards the Domme, dark eyes catching on that green gaze.  That was quite forward but Jo would be lying if she said it wasn't an attractive quality.  There was a moment where all that would be heard was the rain battering at the windows as she considered those words.  Jo held her gaze and then gave a slow nod.  "... Yes, Miss."  She swallowed hard.  "I am."(edited)October 31, 2020

Maeve

Maeve tipped a finger off her glass toward the office entrance. "Go close the door." She said, low and different than before. This wasn't conversation anymore. They were no longer having a discussion. The Dominant let herself relax into the couch, shedding the day off her shoulders to immerse herself in her role. Maeve loosened the top button of her shirt. "Come and kneel here." She added next, designating a clear area of the wood floor with a wave of her hand.

Jo

The voice change sent a chill spiraling down the length of her spine and she straightened ever so slightly.  Without question, she obediently set her glass down, got up, and went to close the door.  The energy had shifted in the room and it gave the submissive something to focus in on.  Making her way back over, she dropped gracefully down onto her knees and not gently into her lower lip. The thunder boomed and her jaw clenched slightly but her focus remained on the woman.

Maeve

A few sips more and Maeve's glass was empty. She refilled it, finishing off the last of the gifted bottle. She was taking her time watching Jo, her eyes moving their way completely over the woman's form. "Take off your top." She ordered, her tone softening just a touch. "And hold it out." There weren't many things to work with in her office. Had she known the storm was going to attract pretty submissive's to her she would have been more prepared. When the shirt was held out like she wanted, Maeve finally stood. She didn't approach the submissive, instead crossing the room and retrieving a set of headphones from a supply drawer. "I'm not going to push you." She explained. "I want you to relax. " The word punctuated with the drag of gloved fingertips across shoulders as she passed.November 1, 2020

Jo

Jo was pleased that the woman seemed to have enjoyed her gift.  The submissive could feel those captivating eyes on her as if the Domme was actually touching her and she reminded herself to breathe.    As forward as that order seemed, she didn’t waste time in obeying it.  Off came her shirt, leaving her completely topless and exposed as she extended her arm to hold the garment out.  Relaxing seemed like a tall order but she sent up a wish and a prayer that the other could in fact help her achieve that desired state of being.  “... Yes, Miss.” A shiver coursed through her body at Maeve’s touch.

Maeve

Maeve exchanged the shirt for the headphones, hooking the set to rest there while her attention turned to folding the shirt a few times over the long way. "Tell me your limits." She said, circling around Jo a few times as she spoke, taking in each bit of newly exposed skin. "And your safeword."

Jo

Jo didn’t question her, she watched and she listened and when she was told to speak, she did.  “My hard limits are- feet, scat, vore, gore, body mutilation, hospitalization, spit, beastiality, and degradation involving body shaming.”  Her nipples stiffened ever so slightly as she felt those eyes on her once more.  “My safeword is London.”

Maeve

Maeve took note, twisting the shirt in her hands and pausing again to take Jo in. "I'm going to blindfold you." She warned, and then did so. The Domme used the shirt to cover Jo's eyes and tied the excess behind her head, turning it into a makeshift blindfold. "Are you familiar with the color system Jo?" She asked, taking back the headphones and tapping the submissive's arm to signal she could lower it. She crossed her own, waiting.

Jo

Her breath hitched silently as the makeshift blindfold was secured over her eyes.  “Yes, Miss.  Very familiar.”  Once her arm was tapped, she lowered it once more.  Being on her knees for this woman felt so good right now, even that action in itself had helped to calm her hammering heart.  Having her sight taken away definitely heightened her other senses and it left her wondering what the Domme might have in store.

Maeve

Perhaps it was the blindfold being in place that really sealed it, the feeling that Jo was at her mercy, or that the submissive so easily relinquished herself to her. It set Maeve's pulse going and her thoughts reeling. She didn't do this anymore, not for a while, and when she had it was typically at brothels. More like private paid services. If it weren't for their first meeting the personal nature of the encounter may have scared Maeve off. Coiled her up. "Confirm the colors and their meaning for me." She said, forcing her voice to be level and commanding.

Jo

Jo had been through the training, she’d been in a wonderful and healthy claim until that accident, she knew when she felt safe and she didn’t question it- when she felt that level of comfort in someone’s hands she let them have complete control.  This was one of those moments.  She took a breath at the command.  “RED means stop everything.  It puts an end to our scene without hesitation.  YELLOW means slow down and check in.  It means I maybe be uncomfortable in some way and something needs to be addressed or adjusted.  GREEN means go.  It means everything is good, there are no issues, Miss.”

Maeve

Maeve was confident Jo knew it but she wanted to hear it, to be certain before they began. "Good girl." She said slowly, getting a taste for it in her mouth. It felt sour on her tongue but bolstering in her chest. The Dominant powered up the headphones and secured them over Jo's ears. "When I tap your shoulder you will give me color, understood?" Maeve pulled her cellphone from her back pocket, put it to do no disturb and connected to the bluetooth in a few short swipes.

Jo

That phrase always felt good coming from the lips of someone like Maeve, and she couldn’t help the affect it had on her.  When the headphones slipped into place, she knew that very shortly she would be losing another one of her senses and she found herself looking forward to it.  “Yes, Miss.  Understood.”  That was certainly something she could handle.

Maeve

The second Maeve opened her mouth to speak again lightning flashed and thunder cracked above them almost simultaneously. The weather was getting worse. She put a hand on Jo’s shoulder, squeezing as she spoke. “I’m going to turn on music, your only focus will be on keeping steady breaths, the music building, and my touch. Understood?” The Dominant’s stomach stirred with excitement, something like butterflies, and she both missed and loathed the feeling.

Jo

Hearing the crash of thunder get louder had her body tensing up and her jaw clenching once again.  The moment that hand found her shoulder, however, her jaw released, and when the Domme squeezed, her body let go of the tension.  Jo listened to the woman’s words carefully.  “Yes, Miss.  Understood.”  Her own words came out a bit smaller than before but no less audible.  This so far was an extremely different approach from what Henri would put her through during the storms they’d faced in this very office.  She was intrigued.(edited)November 2, 2020

Maeve

Maeve was looking for apprehension, signs to stop or slow down but none so obvious came. Already the Dominant could sense Jo's submission surfacing, beyond the position on her knees. Maeve grit her teeth, swallowed the building excitement in favor of keeping her attention on the task at hand. She sat down again, reached for her empty glass only to remember it was empty and momentarily considered the bottle of Scotch that had been hidden in her desk beside the glasses. "Give me a color." she said, her thumb hovering over a particularly slow building ensemble string accompanied cello concerto.  As soon as Jo gave the go-ahead she selected it, the volume in the noise canceling headphones enough to drown out not just the storm but any sound in the room as well.(edited)

Jo

Jo focused on her breathing, the way it filled her body each time she inhaled and how each time she let go of that breath, she let go of another bit of tension she’d been holding onto.  Her stomach flipped at the woman’s words but she didn’t hesitate in replying.  “Green, Miss.” The moment the music started, it gave her mind something else to focus on, it was beautiful, stunning even; she’d always loved string instruments.  With the addition of the music, it stole another one of her senses away from the room and her body hummed with energy as her other senses heightened further.

Maeve

In the seconds following starting the music Maeve sat completely still, captivated with watching the submissive make miniscule adjustments to the loss of another sense. She found herself really mapping the woman's body then, under cover of not being seen Maeve drunk in every exposed curve and made a mental list of places on Jo's body she wanted to tease. After a few moments the Domme did decide to head to her desk, glass still in hand. She cracked the scotch and swished a mouthful around the glass to clear away then wine and poured herself two fingers. She sat again, watching Jo from a different angle, and took it down in one gulp. Her chest burned from it but it didn't slow the hammering in her heart. "For fucks sake." She muttered to herself, poured another glass then hid the scotch away. By the time she'd made it back beside Jo it had been at least a solid five minutes. Maeve made a point to walk close to the submissive as she passed, hoping the wind would gather between them and give warning of her coming approach. She set her glass down again. With her eyes on Jo, Maeve pulled her thoughts together and refocused as she tugged each black glove off a finger at a time, momentarily abandoning them by her drink. Standing directly in front of Jo the first place she touched was her jaw and chin, soft, fleeting, and barely making contact.

Jo

In those five minutes that seemed to stretch into eternity, Jo’s breathing had evened out as the music held her undivided attention.  Her chest rose and fell steadily and her spine had straightened comfortably as if pulled by an invisible string.  The submissive’s  thighs were spread slightly in that kneel and her hands had settled, palm up, on her linen clad thighs easily as if they were naturally drawn there. Feeling the slight shift in the air, she knew the woman was close and that knowledge alone had a shiver slinking down her spine.  The feather light touch was enough to have goose bumps scattering over warm skin and nipples hardening a bit more.  That touch had her mind hyper focused... had she taken off her gloves?

Maeve

The silence in the room rang practically through Maeve but she preferred it, she preferred to not to have to speak, and she most especially preferred her privacy as she worked through her own hang ups with dominating someone other than her late claims. Maeve worked first at untensing her own jaw as she continued a single finger over the muscles just below Jo's ear at her jaw, then grazed her fingertips slowly down the submissive's neck to her shoulder. Her touch was removed then and she circled around Jo like an animal stalking its prey, looking for her next place of contact. Deciding which way she would like to devour her meal.

Jo

Her breath caught momentarily as that finger dragged across her skin but she focused on her breath and breathing through each touch.  The music coupled with the blindfold kept her out of the storm and set her in her own little dark world of gentle touches and melodic musings.  It took her away from the crushing memories and the flashes of pain and the guilt of surviving and for that she was grateful.  Henri’s approach had always been harsh and intense and had her drowning out the storm with her own cries of pain mixed with pleasure.  This was a stark contrast in comparison.  Even when those fingers were t teasing over her skin it was as if she could feel the woman’s as burning a path along her flesh.

Maeve

Maeve spent a lot of time touching gently and moving away before she felt herself begin to overcome her distracting discomfort. From the first catch of Jo's breath onward the Dominant lent all her focus to Jo. Time seemed to slow as she danced around the woman, touching, teasing. Maeve pinched the back of Jo's bra together to get it unhook and she circled around the submissive again to pull the fabric away, forgoing the gentleness of her hands to fabric as they'd done soft skin, and causing the offending material to stutter across the floor with hushed calmer only she could hear. Her eyes soaked in a bare chest and when Maeve was behind Jo again she leaned the front of her body to her scene partner's back. Maeve pressed her hand  to the flat of Jo's chest and paused to tap the woman's shoulder with her other.

Jo

Jo found that with each touch the music seemed to subtly crescendo, perhaps it was her mind playing tricks on her but either way it made sense.  The more Maeve teased her, the more she forgot about the storm, the more she gave herself over and into those very capable hands.  Her breath hitched again when she felt her bra being removed.  Hardened peaks were now fully exposed and left her a bit more vulnerable, the sensation spread through her like a wild fire, her thighs clenched.  Reminding herself to breathe, she pulled a slow breath through parted lips.  Feeling the woman’s hand come to the flat of her chest was incredibly grounding, like an anchor, even as tingles hummed through her. The submissive could feel the Domme closer than ever and it was both calming and exhilarating.  At the tap to her shoulder Jo found the words she needed easily.  “Green, Miss.”

Maeve

Jo had only just begun the word green when Maeve began her efforts again. Her fingers moved lazily with no tactile means over the submissive's nipples. The state of them giving away just how much Maeve was affecting her. She smiled to herself and pulled away. Maeve walked a few paces back to her phone and she peeked down at it, monitoring the time left on the near twenty-five minute song time. She too the moment to finish off her scotch, and silently admire the submissive further. Maeve noted the difference in the rise and fall of Jo's chest, the flush coming to skin. Her next touch came without warning. Maeve had lowered herself before the submissive and she reached out between Jo's legs to get a feel for the heat there, expectedly finding the woman burning for her even through the thin fabrics of her clothes.

Jo

The breath she sucked in as Maeve’s touch found her nipples was audible.  She didn’t think they could possibly get any stiffer but she was wrong.  The submissive had to bite her inner cheek to keep from whining as the woman stepped out of her space once more.  She collected herself in that moment that Maeve stepped away but her body was visibly betraying her and she knew that the Doctor could tell.  Aside from her very responsive chest, her cheeks and her body were flushed and warm to the touch, goosebumps continued to scatter over her flesh every now and then, and her thighs would clench in response to the teasing.  The pants she still wore were the only real barrier hiding her arousal and while part of her wanted them off she was almost thankful that the other woman couldn’t see her thighs clenching beneath them.  Jo was slick and heated with need and desire so when that hand traveled between her legs she couldn’t help but whimper as she tried to conceal a moan.  The Domme would probably notice two things through the thin layer of linen- her lack of panties and her wet heat.November 25, 2020

Maeve

"Soaked for me." Maeve said out loud, knowing Jo wouldn't hear her. She groaned into hum in approval and stood. For a moment Maeve thought about sitting on the couch and reaching her hand down her own pants while she watched Jo but the Domme pushed that thought away, this wasn't about her. And she definitely wouldn't admit to deriving pleasure from it, not even to herself. Instead Maeve took the submissive's hand and pulled her gently to her feet. She was patient with Jo, touching her gently and reassuring as she guided her to the couch. Maeve needed a better angle. She pressed against Jo's back, with her knee lifting the other woman's so that it lifted and fell to the couch in encouragement to kneel on it. Her hands moved tot he woman's bare waist and she tugged at the loose pants, dragging them lower but not pulling them down. The closeness made Maeve hang her head lower over Jo's shoulder, her hair smelling sweet like flowers and she took a steadying breath to keep from nudging in closer and kissing her neck. Her hand made its decent from Jo's waist and in one easy movement she was below the barrier of fabric and pressing into the woman with her fingers.(edited)

Jo

When that hand pulled away, she held back another whine that wanted to escape her, keeping it at bay.  Feeling that hand in her own was a bit of a surprise but she focused on following guidance while the music kept her wrapped in a safe little bubble of beautiful sound.  Rising up onto her feet, she was easily led to the couch and with each gentle touch, each nudge in the desired direction, she found herself kneeling on the cushion.  The submissive sucked in a breath at the sensation of hands on her waist and steadily released it as the Domme loosened her pants.  Jo could feel the warmth of the other woman’s body so close, the softness of her breath against her shoulder- it sent a shiver dancing along her spine.  Her body’s energy seemed to sync with the music.  As those fingers pressed into her slick heat it was enough to have a moan slipping past her lips.  Without her sense of hearing or sight, her sense of touch was so heightened and in tune with what the woman was doing to her.  It felt far more intense than she’d expected.November 30, 2020

Maeve

Maeve didn't waste much time teasing, she was touching Jo directly where she needed her but her pace was just shy of enough and the Domme kept suddenly alternating between focus on the woman's clit and stroking inside of her. The thunder crashed loudly along with the submissive's moans and it didn't take long before Maeve had to wrap her arm around Jo's middle to keep them steady and still. The Dominant knew that by then the music was at its crescendo, building and swelling and heading toward its end. She'd held Jo at the edge for as long as she could, giving enough to allow her to ride her pleasure but the constant altering of the way Maeve was touching her was aimed at wearing her out. When time was running to its end the Dominant used her other hand as well in an attempt to max out Jo's pleasure.

Jo

The submissive’s body was incredibly responsive to Maeve’s touch.  Her clit pulsed against those fingers and her inner walls clenched around the fingers that pushed into her.  She couldn’t hear the storm any longer, her mind was so far from her fear that she almost forgot why she was on her knees in the first place.  The Domme built her up and kept her so very close to that climax that the sensations kept her fully enthralled.  The way Maeve held onto her to keep her steady helped to ground her and reminded her through her pleasure that she was safe and taken care of.  Her moans and whimpers filled the room.  That second hand came into play just as the music fully crescendoed and she felt her climax hit like a tidal wave, consuming her in blinding pleasure.  Her head dropped back against the other woman as she cried out, letting it take hold to ride it out until the end, until the music settled and her body trembled.

Maeve

Maeve slipped from Jo carefully and returned her hands to her hips. She didn't move for a moment, simply holding the submissive as she came down from her orgasm, the sound of her rapid but slowing breathing and the rain on the window the only thing in the room. The Dominant took her time tugging the woman's pants back into place, her movements soft and deliberate. A glance over her shoulder at her phone on the coffee table signaled the loop of the track, the single repeat starting the soft entrance of strings once more. When Jo's breath had returned Maeve began manipulating their movements again, this time to lay them both down, Jo on the inside facing the back of the couch and the Dominant spooned behind her. Maeve even allowed herself to indulge in the moment, pulling Jo against her in a way she hadn't felt in a while. A flash of lightning flickered through the room, thunder cracking soon after but Maeve felt secure in the idea of knowing Jo couldn't hear it and most likely wasn't even thinking of it anymore. "Good girl." She said low and unnecessarily as she pulled Jo's hair off her neck and mindlessly stroked her fingertips in long lines over her arm and shoulder. Maeve would stay like that for some time, until the submissive's breathing evened out and her movement wouldn't disturb her. The music was turned down and she returned to her desk, sorting through paperwork and glancing over at the woman asleep on her office couch every so often.

Jo

She slowly came down from that blissful high, her body shuddering slightly with every breath.  Maeve handled her so carefully and it helped to keep her feeling so safe.  She barely registered her pants being pulled back into place.  As her breathing finally steadied and the Domme shifted the position they were in, she felt her entire body relax and settle when she registered the other pressing in against her.  The woman’s touch had her humming softly, little sparks and tingles left in the wake of trailing fingertips.  Soon enough she drifted into a peaceful sleep, content to be held so close.