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[kat-tamin]

welcome home

Jet welcomes Kat home with a bath. Requested by @sammymae12

Ship: Kat x Jet

Warnings: Bath tub sex: fingering

Word Count: 1073

Kat gasped as soon as she saw the white front door of her apartment. “Oh God! Home!” The click-clack of her cane quickened as she limped faster to her apartment. She leaned forward and pressed a loud, wet kiss to the wooden frame. “I missed you so much.”

“Jesus, Kat, you just got out of the hospital. Please don’t catch a disease from your disgusting door.” Jet came up from behind her girlfriend, Kat’s duffel bag on her shoulder. She dug in her pocket for Kat’s keys, inserting it into the lock.

As soon as the door opened, Kat was hit with stale, musty air, making her wince. Jet said she had been by to keep it clean and feed the cat, but it was clear no one had been here for longer than a few minutes during her stay in the hospital. Kat limped into her apartment, her nose wrinkling. “Jet! You were supposed to clean up before I got home.”

“I did. I took out the trash and cleaned the litter box.” Jet shrugged off her jacket before helping Kat out of her’s. “I think it’s you.”

Kat wanted to be offended, but she couldn’t. She had been in the hospital for almost a week and hadn’t showered once. The nurses had given her a sponge bath a few days ago, but her hair was still extremely greasy.

“Fine. Fair.” Kat was about to suggest a snack, but was interrupted by a streak of orange twining around her legs. She gasped and leaned down, ignoring the flash of stabbing pain in her side. “Qitta!”

She pressed a kiss to the top of the cat’s head, breathing in the scent of his fur. “I missed you so much.”

“Wow,” Jet said dryly, her brow raising. “You never greet me like that. I’m a bit offended.”

Kat gave her cat another pet before straightening up, once again wincing at the pain. “I’ve seen you every day, Jet. Leave me alone once in a while and maybe I will.”

Jet’s brown eyes rolled and her face curved into a smirk. She wasn’t insulted by Kat’s sarcasm, but secretly thrilled that she seemed back to normal. “Noted. See you later.” 

She pretended she was about to leave, but Kat let out an exasperated breath. “Okay, okay. C’mere.” Kat lifted her good arm to bring Jet in for a deep kiss, making Jet’s heart jump.

Jet wanted the kiss to last forever, happy that her girlfriend was here; she was fine. But as soon as she breathed in, she caught the scent of her unwashed body. She kindly drew back, saying: “I think we should get you into a bath.”

“Help me?” Kat murmured, her cheeks heating up. It was humiliating to ask if she was honest.

“Of course.” Jet took her hand, quietly leading her to the large bathroom. She reached to start the bath, warm water flooding the tub. When it was half full, she turned to Kat. “Sit.”

Kat sat on the edge of the tub, allowing Jet to help her out of her clothes. As always since her surgery, she kept her eyes away from the large wound in her side. It seemed to hurt more when she looked at it, so she didn’t. 

Jet, however, couldn’t stop looking at it: the black thread stitching her skin together, her side a mess of blue and green bruises. It brought tears to her eyes, which she quickly blinked back. “Okay,” she said softly. “Let’s get you in.”

It took a lot of careful maneuvering to get Kat into the tub, her teeth gritting together in pain. As soon as she was in the water, Kat let out a long, content sigh, the heat instantly soothing her body.

“Good?” Jet asked, kneeling on the floor beside the tub.

“Amazing.” Kat’s eyes fluttered shut, her body slowly relaxing.

Jet grabbed a loofah and a bottle of vanilla-scented soap. Trying not to disturb Kat, she gently started to scrub her feet and legs, turning the water into bubbles.

Kat’s mouth opened to let out an involuntary moan, Jet’s touch alleviating any remaining stress. Her legs spread to let her scrub between them, flooding her body with heat. It felt like it had been forever since they had touched each other like this, not just a week.

Jet’s hands went higher, avoiding the stitches on her abdomen, to Kat’s chest. She fought to hide a smile at the look on her face. She could sense the arousal emitting from her girlfriend, turning the air warmer. She soaped up her girlfriend’s breasts, teasing her nipples softly.

Kat gasped, her pupils blowing open wide. “Fuck…”

“Does that feel good?” Jet’s voice came out in a rasp.

Kat bit down on her bottom lip, suddenly feeling shy. “Yeah.”

Jet sat up on her knees, almost dipping into the water herself. “You want more?”

Kat’s eyes widened. Goosebumps erupted under her skin. She nodded enthusiastically. “Please, Jet.”

Jet abandoned the loofah, using her hand to cup Kat’s pussy. Even in the warm water, it seemed hot and wet, wanting her touch. “I’ll be gentle,” Jet whispered, her thumb touching Kat’s clit.

It was the slightest touch, but it made Kat jerk back, pain shooting through her body. Instantly Jet drew back, the water sloshing over the side over the tub. Kat’s hand shot out to stop her, grabbing her wrist. “Please, Jet.” Kat licked her dry lips. “I need this.”

Jet was wary, but nodded. Despite her concerns, her fingers went back to Kat’s clit, stroking it. She kept a careful eye on her, watching for any strong signs of pain.

This time, Kat was ready. Her fingers gripped the porcelain but she tried to stay still, even as her hips wanted to buck up. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the pressure building in her core. Every swipe of Jet’s fingers sends sparks up her spine. Any pain in her body disappeared, replaced by pleasure.

It was no surprise that it didn’t take long for Kat to cum, a sharp cry bursting out of her chest. Her body spasmed, water and soap sloshing onto Jet, soaking her. Jet continued to stroke her until Kat’s body relaxed, a satisfied smile appearing on her face.

Kat’s eyes opened, her gaze soft. “God, I’m glad to be home.”

Jet leaned forward to give her a kiss. She murmured against her lips: “Me too.”

[kat-tamin]

Hi all! Send me some prompts with a ship?? 💜

Prompt List #1

A/N: phew finally finished my first prompt list. a vast majority of these are my own but there are a few that I found online/was inspired by.

Prompt List #2

Fluff

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“It’s you, it always has been.”

“You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

“Kiss me.”

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” 

“You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

“I’d do anything for you.” 

“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“I’m so proud of you.” 

“Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“You are my family.”

“I’m right here.”

“Can you just please hold me?” 

“I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

“You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

“You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/her/him/them) home.” 

“I just want to see you happy.”

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages.” 

“You made me a better person. Thank you.” 

“I’d rather live in the woods with you than in a mansion with some (girl/boy/person) I barely know.”

“This reminded me of you.” 

“Your hair is really soft.”

“You’re really warm.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Because I love you.”

“I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

“I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

“Make a wish!”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

“I just want to be there for you.”

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

“You’re just a softie.”

“You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”

“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

“Why are you scared of loving?”

“You are crushing me right now.”

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

“I love you.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

“Take my hand. Just trust me.”

“You’re hurt. Please just let heal it.”

“At least let me clean it.”

“I told you to take care of yourself.”

“You’re the only thing that matters.”

“Stay.”

Angst

“I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

“You started drinking again, didn’t you?” 

“You promised you’d stop drinking.” “And you promised you wouldn’t hurt me!″

“But it’s my fault right?”

“I don’t want to feel this. I want to be numb again.”

“You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?” 

“I love you.” “No you don’t” 

“I can’t lose you.” “You already did.”

“Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?”

“How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?”  

“I loved you.” “Then why did you let (her/him/them) get in between us?”

“Maybe they were right, you never did change.” 

“This is all in my head. It’s all happening in my head.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from this!” 

“What gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused.”

“You’ve changed.”

“You win, happy?”

“Any other lies left to tell me?”

“Why did you wait until I moved on?”

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

“Its (her/him/them), isn’t it?”

“It’s always been (her/him/them).”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Let me go.”

“You’re not you.”

“I miss the old you.”

“What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.” 

“Move out of my way before I make you.”

“You deserve better.”

“I risked my life for you.”

“I never would’ve thought (she/he/they)’d end up with someone else.”

“They were perfect for each other.”

“I was happier with you.”

“I would’ve done anything for you.”

“I loved you. I loved you so so much but you hurt me.” 

“They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.” 

“Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.” 

“You broke me.”

“You just threw four years of friendship out the window.”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

“You promised.”

“I don’t need help! I need an end to this pain.”

“What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

“Leave.”

“I can’t keep playing pretend.”

“You deserve so much better.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

“I wish we never met.”

“I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

General

“I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” 

“It’s pouring rain why are you here?”

“I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”

“Where are you?”

“What happened?”

“Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

“Is that my book?”

“Are they dead?”

“You want to play pretend? Well two can play at that game.”

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Come back to bed. Please.” 

“You’re who they warned me about.” 

“Come back.”

“You should’ve listened to me.”

“I haven’t seen you in days.” 

“Are you jealous?”

“Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

“Why is there a deer in the room?” 

“Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

“It’s not my choice.”

“Can we take this home?”

“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?” 

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile in months.”

“(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.”

“Come home.”

“I hope you’re happy.”

“They don’t need to know.”

“I made this for you.”

“Why is arson always your first answer?”

“Is this really the time for jokes?” 

“You always do this.” 

“Wake me up when it’s over.” 

“You look happy.” 

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” 

“Why can’t I get you out of my head?”

“Do you want that?”

“Don’t let go.” 

“Just let me stay.”

“Can I at least tell my side of the story?” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Is the weight of your sins too heavy?”

“Just let me see (her/him/them) one last time. Please.”

“Are you afraid to die?”

“Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

“I wasn’t lying when i told you that I loved you.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Have you been sleeping?”

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

[kat-tamin]

stuck with you

Kat freaks out when she learns Jet was at Wheatley’s arrest. After a long day, Jet goes to the pool to relax. Kat finds her to apologize. Requested by @appley11.

Ship: Kat x Jet

Warnings: Smut: Fingering

Word Count: 1056

“We got him, Kat! Oh my God!” Jet started talking as soon as Kat picked up the phone. “Fuck, it was so crazy.”

“Woah,” Kat interrupted, a smile appearing on her face. “Slow down, Jet.”

“Sorry,” Jet said, not sounding sorry at all. “Our sting worked perfectly. Well, not perfectly… I had to go down there and set up a mic right in the middle of it.”

Kat froze, her grip on her phone tightening. Her heart dropped to her stomach. “Wait, what? Jet, you were there?”

Kat heard her girlfriend inhale sharply through the line. “Well… there were issues, so I hopped on my bike and got down there.”

Kat stood up from her desk, weaving through the bullpen so she could get some privacy. Anxiety began to well in her body, making her tremble. “You went to a sting. To arrest one of the worst mob guys in New York. Jet, are you crazy?!” Kat’s voice went up an octave. She reached the cribs, sitting down on one of the bunks. She pressed the phone closer to her ear, wishing she was there in person.

“No…” Jet’s tone turned frosty. “I was doing my job, Kat. The whole squad was there. I wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

“You don’t know that!” Kat took a deep breath, trying to keep the emotions at bay. “You barely have training. If they’d have pulled a gun on you, what would you have done, hacked into his phone to make him stop?”

Silence. Kat’s eyes widened as she realized what she said. She pressed the heel of her palm to her forehead. “Fuck, Jet, I’m sorry. That was shitty to say.”

“Yes. It was.” Jet’s voice was clipped, making Kat feel worse. “Look, I gotta go.”

“Wait-” Jet hung up, cutting Kat off before she could say anything else. Kat held her phone to her chest, her eyes slipping closed. Her heart was beating erratically, like it does after a big boxing match.

“It’s okay,” she whispered to herself. “She’s okay.”

The words did little to soothe her frayed nerves. 

She couldn’t concentrate on her work for the rest of the day. Her whole body just felt on edge, like at any moment she would have to get up and go. She sat at her desk, switching from mentally preparing an apology to Jet and picturing throwing Stabler across the room for asking Jet for help.

Finally, finally, her shift was over. Kat practically ran out of the station, ignoring the goodbyes from her squad.

She got into an Uber, knowing exactly where to go. Jet wouldn’t be at home, not after a stressful day like today. She would need to go somewhere to unwind and relax.

Jet has this thing where she wants to try every pool in Manhattan. Most of these pools were behind locked doors of private buildings, but that didn’t stop Jet. She had designed a program that worked as a master key for every condo in the city. It was trespassing, Kat knew that, but was it really hurting anyone? It wasn’t like Jet stole anything. She just swam in their ridiculously luxurious pools.

Jet put the program on Kat’s phone, disguised as a travel app. The app even had a find your friend feature, which was currently sending Jet’s location. She was at a ritzy condo downtown, where Kat was pulling up now.

She held her phone up to the keypad, pushing open the door after it unlocked with a beep. She took the elevator, her hands fidgeting. The doors dinged open at the pool, which was dark and empty.

Jet was in the middle of the pool, floating on her back. She jerked up when she heard Kat enter, almost swallowing water. “Kat?”

“Hey you.” Kat gave her a smile, lifting her hands to show she came in peace. “Can I join you?”

Jet lifted her brow at her Kat’s blazer. “You don’t have a suit.”

Kat just shrugged, quickly shucking off her clothes until she was left in just her underwear. She sat on the edge of the pool, wincing as the cold water splashed her legs. Bracing herself, she scooted into the water, goosebumps erupting on her skin.

Kat quickly swam over to her girlfriend, shivering. “I’m sorry about today,” she called. “I know you can handle yourself. I was just scared.”

Jet shrugged, kicking to keep herself afloat. “I know,” she sighed. “I was pretty high on adrenaline when I called you. I didn’t realize how dangerous it was until after.”

Kat reached for her, wrapping her arms around her waist. She pressed her forehead to Jet’s. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” Jet murmured before pressing her chilled lips to Kat’s warm mouth. 

The kiss started soft and sweet, but quickly turned heated. Kat was so happy Jet was still here. She wanted to show her how much. Kat’s hand went to Jet’s thigh, hiking her leg up around her waist. She pressed herself against Jet, making the younger girl groan.

Kat drew back; murmured: “This okay?”

It was, but it wasn’t. Jet jerked her chin towards the stairs, swimming over to the small ledge. Jet layed on a stair, the water lapping against her skin. Kat followed her, settling between her legs. 

They met again in a kiss, their tongues entwined. Kat’s fingers traced down Jet’s body, making her shiver. Kat reached Jet’s bottoms, tugging them down, letting them float away.

The cold water met Jet’s hot core, the sensation incredibly arousing. Kat sends tiny waves to her body, the water lapping at her clit.

“Fuck,” Jet groaned against Kat’s mouth. She grabbed her girlfriend’s wrist, guiding her to where she needed her most.

Kat chuckled but obeyed her girl’s demands, stroking at her clit. Her head went to Jet’s neck, sucking the skin into her mouth. Jet’s hips bucked, seeking more. Kat circled her clit faster, the water making her movements a bit clumsy. Jet’s arms went around Kat’s neck, drawing her closer.

Between the water tickling every inch of her skin and Kat’s talented fingers, it didn’t take long for Jet to cum. She groaned Kat’s name, her fingers digging into Kat’s shoulders.

When she was done, Kat kissed her, soft and sweet. “I love you.”

Jet smiled, the day forgotten. “I love you too.”

[kat-tamin]

Kat x Jet story

After a few dates Jet gets scared about how much she likes Kat so she starts avoiding her. Jet decides to face her fears and shows up to Kat’s gym late at night and Jet apologizes. Jet follows her into the locker room shower and she proves to Kat how much she likes her (finger sex).

When faced with stress, the human body is faced with a decision: fight or flight. Since she was a kid, Jet would pick the latter. Someone at school making fun of her? Jet would slip away and hide in a bathroom stall. The wrong order at a restaurant? Jet would simply eat it, no complaints, even if it was disgusting.

Someone was so nice, it made Jet’s heart explode? She would avoid them.

She had three unanswered phone calls from Kat. Seven text messages, and four Instagram DMs, all from the last week. They weren’t pushy or angry, but concerned.

Are you ok? I owe you a game of Catan.

There’s this cool art exhibit downtown. Want to go?

Text me when you can, Jet. No worries.

Somehow the kind tone was worse than a disappointed one. Jet was being a child, but she couldn’t help it. Her brain just felt like a giant blue screen of death whenever she thought about meeting with Kat.

Three days before Jet started avoiding Kat, they had sex. To quote Lady Gaga: it was show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique. Kat was the perfect mix of intimate and sexy. In the middle of her fourth consecutive orgasm, a thought popped into Jet’s head: I never want her to leave.

It was like a balloon deflating. Jet immediately switched positions, pleasuring Kat, trying to push all thoughts out of her head.

But the thought was like a lantern in the dark. You can’t help but look, mesmerized by its light.

So that’s why Jet was avoiding Kat, not because she hated her, but because she liked her. It was too much, too fast. Jet didn’t know how to handle it.

Jet sat in front of her monitors at home, staring at Kat’s last text, from 35 minutes ago: Going to the gym. Remember when I said I’d teach you? Offer still stands lol

Despite not being able to reach Jet, Kat was still trying. Jet couldn’t comprehend that. Why would she keep offering to spend time with her? Any other person on the planet probably wouldn’t put up with this. Kat must like her a lot.

Before she knew what she was doing, Jet was on her bike, making her way to the boxing gym Kat attended.

It was so late at night, there was no one there. Jet peeked into the main ring, but it was empty. All the practice rooms were empty too, as well as both locker rooms.

Jet was about to admit defeat and go home, when she heard a clang of a locker shutting. She followed the noise to a small, private locker room. It was more like a dressing room in a theater.

In the middle of the room, on a small bench, sat Kat, clad only in a towel.

Jet gasped, ducking back into the hallway. “Sorry!”

“Jet?” Kat scrambled to her feet, still breathing hard from her workout. “What are you doing here?”

Jet pressed her back to the wall, looking away to give Kat some privacy. “I got your text. You said you were here.”

Kat appeared in front of Jet, still undressed. Her mouth was open in shock. “You actually came.” Her voice betrayed her disbelief.

Jet’s gaze went to her boots. She shifted her weight from foot to foot. “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you.”

“It’s alright.” Kat walked back to her bag, taking out another towel. She rubbed her scalp, leaving her hair sticking up.

“No, it’s not.” Jet followed her, moving closer. Her gaze still remained stubbornly on the floor. “It was immature of me. I should have just been honest.”

“Honest,” Kat repeated. Her tone went from happy to nervous in a flicker. “About?”

Jet took a long, slow breath. She forced herself to meet Kat’s eyes. “About how much I like you. I’m not used to that and I got scared.”

Kat’s already pink face flushed even darker. She broke into a grin. “Well, I’m happy you told me.” She took a step closer to Jet, reaching for her hand. “Because I like you a lot, too.”

Jet looked at Kat from under her lashes. “Forgive me?”

“You’re forgiven.” Kat leaned forward, but paused, her nose wrinkling. “I really want to kiss you right now, but I stink.”

Jet moved forward anyway, bridging the gap between them. She inhaled Kat’s scent, which, while strong, was still alluring. “I don’t care.”

She grabbed Kat’s jaw gently, tilting it down so she could kiss her. Kat’s hands moved to Jet’s waist, pressing their bodies together.

The kiss quickly became heated, Kat tearing off Jet’s leather jacket. Her mouth moved to Jet’s ear, whispering: “You know, the door locks.”

Heat flooded to Jet’s core at Kat’s suggestion. Her hands moved to the edge of Kat’s towel, her fingers brushing the skin of her thigh. “Well, I could use a shower too.”

They shared mischievous smiles. Kat quickly flipped the lock of the door. She helped Jet strip out of her clothes, then dropped her towel to the floor.

Just like the first time Jet saw her naked, her mouth went dry as she took in Kat’s perfect body. The faint glow of sweat only made her more beautiful.

It didn’t take long for them to get in the shower, barely letting it warm up before stepping under the water. It was one of those high tech rain head showerheads that came from the ceiling, hitting them both perfectly.

Jet’s tongue swiped into Kat’s mouth, making the other girl moan. Jet shivered in excitement, the thrill of making Kat happy. One of Jet’s hand was on Kat’s hip, the other cupping her breast. Her thumb ran over her nipple, pebbling under her touch.

Jet felt one of Kat’s hands moving up her thigh. Her hand shot out, catching her wrist. Kat looked at Jet, confused. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” Jet rubbed the skin of her wrist. “But I want to make it up to you first.”

Kat shook her head, sending water splashing. “I told you, you were forgiven.”

“I know.” Jet ducked her head, dragging her teeth along Kat’s shoulder. “Please?”

“Like I’d pass on an orgasm,” Kat said, with an eye roll. She spread her legs, letting Jet’s hand move between them.

Thank God for Kat’s legs, strong from all her gym time. It allowed Jet to concentrate on Kat’s pleasure, not whether she was about to slip on the slippery tiles.

Jet rolled Kat’s clit between her thumb and forefinger. Kat gripped Jet’s shoulders tighter, allowing the pleasure to build in her body. Jet circled her clit, her other fingers rubbing the inside of her lower lips.

“Fuck, Jet,” Kat gasped, water pouring into her mouth.

The water mixed with Kat’s wetness, allowing Jet’s fingers to slide into her entrance. She began to thrust in and out of her, the tight angle making her arm ache. The pain was worth it for the sounds that spilled out of Kat’s mouth.

Her fingertips dragged along Kat’s front wall, touching it gently. Jet sank to her knees, pressing her face to Kat’s stomach.

Between the water and Kat, Jet couldn’t see anything, her tongue making contact with her pubic bone before finding it’s prize. Her tongue circled Kat’s clit, the girl above her letting out a loud moan.

Kat’s hands were in Jet’s soaked hair, weaving her fingers in the dark strands. She pushed the younger girl closer to her cunt, chasing the orgasm. It was so close, and when Jet’s mouth sucked down on her clit, it finally came.

Kat’s vision went white then black, almost losing her footing in the slick shower.

Jet got to her feet, her tongue licking up the water on Kat’s torso until she made it back to her lips. She kissed her again, more gentler.

“Double forgiven?” Jet murmured against Kat’s lips. Her wrist and knees were aching but it was worth it.

Kat smiled, moving Jet’s wet hair out of her face. “Double forgiven.”

[kat-tamin]

bet on it

Captain Benson throws the OCCB a dinner to thank them for their help with the Trick and Roll Gang. Jet has to watch as Washburn and Morales make a bet on who can get the hot SVU detective’s number first.

Ship: Kat x Jet

Warnings: alcohol mentions, mild spoilers for SVU 22.12 and 22.13

Word Count: 1651

Somehow the OCCB had become like a little family over the short months they’ve worked together.

Bell and Stabler were obviously Mom and Dad, roles they had a knack for. Jet didn’t like to think of herself as the baby of the group, but that seems to be the niche she fell into. Washburn and Morales were the big brothers she really didn’t want, and boy, did they take that position seriously. Mostly by acting like dumb, teenage boys.

The most annoying was the bets. Every little thing had would now turn into a competition between the detectives, whether it was who could drink a steaming cup of coffee the fastest (Morales), who could run and touch the building across the street the fastest (Washburn, but only because he pushed Morales down the stairs) or who could steal the framed picture of Denise off the Sergeant's desk (neither, Bell caught them immediately and made them stay late to do extra paperwork).

The Captain of the Special Victims Unit had invited the OCCB to a thank you dinner for helping them with the Trick and Roll Gang. Jet really didn’t want to go, she hated meeting new people, but Bell had threatened to cuff her and drag her in by her hair if she had to. 

They went to Vanessa’s, which was interesting. Jet had peeked in the NYPD files and found out that just a few weeks ago, Vanessa herself held the SVU Captain hostage at the restaurant. Somehow, Captain Benson was over that and greeted Vanessa with a big hug when she showed them to the large table in the middle of the room.

Jet didn’t know if the goal of the night was for the two squads to mingle, but that hadn’t worked out with the seating arrangement. OCCB was on one end of the table, SVU at the other, with Bell, Stabler, Benson and the SVU Sergeant as buffers in the middle.

Despite her best efforts, Jet had managed to be at the head of the table, with Washburn and Morales on either side. She had to awkwardly sit there as they talked to each other, not knowing what to do. Stabler had barred her from using her phone at the table, like a true parent. So the only thing she could do was listen to the detective’s conversation in front of her.

“50 bucks I can get one of the SVU girl’s phone number before you.”

“Alright, deal. Which one?”

“The blonde one.”

“No way. Look at how she’s looking at the ADA. Googly eyes.”

“That doesn’t mean anything!”

“What about the way he looks at her?”

“I look at you like that, bro.”

“Bro…”

Jet’s nose wrinkled in disgust. She just had to shake her head at what came out of these men’s mouths sometimes.

“Okay, fine. The other one then. The brunette.”

“50 bucks? Easy.”

Jet followed their eye line to the brunette in question. She was sitting at the other head of the table, directly across from Jet. She was a detective, Jet saw her badge on her hip when she walked in. It was very shiny, which meant A: she polished it every night or B: it was new.

Jet’s fingers itched for her phone so she could look her up. Why didn’t she do a deep dive in who all worked for SVU before they left? Rookie mistake.

Washburn stood, grabbing his drink. “Alright, I’m going over there.”

“You’re just gonna ask for her number?” Jet couldn’t help but ask, cringing.

“Of course not,” Washburn replied, taking a sip of his whiskey. “I’m just going to do some recon.”

Jet and Morales watched as Washburn easily entered the SVU detective’s conversation, offering a hand, introducing himself. 

“So, what do you think?” Morales asked Jet, watching Washburn shake the brunette’s hand a lot longer than necessary.

“She’s pretty, I guess.” Jet shrugged, pouring more water into her glass.

Morales glanced at Jet, surprised. “I meant more of who you thought had a better chance.”

“Oh.” Jet felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She busied herself with folding and refolding her napkin until Washburn came back.

“So,” he began, sliding back into his chair. “Her name is Katriona Tamin, and she’s either drinking rum and coke or whiskey. Something brown.”

“That’s it?” Jet raised her brow. “And you call yourself an ace detective.”

Washburn pressed a hand to his chest, feigning a gasp of outrage. “I’m wounded, Sloot.”

“Don’t call me Sloot.”

They were interrupted by the arrival of food, enough to feed a whole city block. The conversations around the table were dotted with the scrape of cutlery and chewing. Washburn and Morales were distracted by their pasta, their mission abandoned for the moment.

Jet’s eyes kept slipping back to Detective Tamin across the table. She was pretty, Jet thought, shiny brown hair and eyes that shone brightly, even from a distance. She talked easily with her friends, laughing often. Jet felt a faint glimmer of envy at her apparent confidence.

After dinner, people started swapping seats again, the food and drinks breaking the tension between the squads. 

Jet stood, going to the bar. “Can I get a green tea, please?”

“A cop that doesn’t drink?” Detective Tamin slid onto the stool beside Jet, plunking down her empty glass. “Are you a unicorn?”

“I’m not a cop.” Jet nodded her thanks to Vanessa as she gave her a mug of tea, along with a tray of cream and sugar.

“Oh.” Tamin swiveled in her seat, her knees angled towards Jet. “What do you do then?”

That was a complicated question. Jet really didn’t have a title, partly because she wasn’t really part of the NYPD. “I do the tech stuff.”

“So, like TARU?” Tamin asked, tilting her head. 

Jet shrugged. “I guess. But more… undercover.”

“Ah. Like the movies.” Tamin mimed fingers flying over a keyboard.

Jet’s cheek twitched in a small smile. “Except I actually do things. Not just press buttons.”

Tamin opened her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted by the arrival of Captain Benson, who deposited a couple empty glasses on the bartop. “I see you two met.” The Captain slung an arm around her detective’s shoulder. “Kat here is one of my best detectives.” She glanced at Tamin, her face and voice full of admiration. “She’s also very good at computers, Slootmaekers, like you.”

Captain Benson left as quickly as she came, leaving Tamin with very red cheeks and a gaping mouth. Jet glanced at her empty chair at the table, wondering if she could quietly disengage from the conversation.

“I’m not.” Tamin fiddled with the necklace that hung at her throat, watching Benson talk with Bell. “I’m not that great with computers. I think she just says that because I’m, like, ten years younger than everyone else.” 

Tamin is babbling, the compliments from her captain obviously throwing her for a loop. “Also I helped her put parental controls on her son’s iPad.” She took a sip of her newly replenished drink. “He was playing Minecraft after bedtime. You ever play that?” Tamin spared Jet a quick glance. “I tried but I was killed in, like, five minutes. By those creepers, or whatever.”

Nothing made Jet more uncomfortable than someone just talking on and on. She never knew if she was supposed to cut in or just let them play it out. Jet took a sip of her tea, covering her obvious discomfort.

Tamin continued: “Your friends are staring at us.”

Jet followed Tamin’s gaze to the other end of the table, where Morales and Washburn were indeed staring at them. “They have a bet going on who can get your number first.”

Jet saw Tamin’s shoulders droop. “Oh.” She bit down on her lower lip. “They’re not really my type.”

Jet fought her surprise. Out of the corner of her eye, she took in Tamin. Leather jacket over a flannel. Short, blunt nails. Virtue signaling wasn’t Jet’s area of expertise. Queer clues to one person could just be straight coincidences to another. Once again, she smacked herself for not doing her research before coming here. A simple scan of social media could’ve helped a lot in this instance.

“It’s alright,” Jet said awkwardly. “They’re pretty used to rejection.”

Tamin threw her head back, laughter bubbling out of chest, making Jet flinch in surprise. “Savage, Slootmaekers. I love it.”

Jet ducked her head, a shy smile creeping onto her face. She looks at Tamin through the curtain of her hair. “You should try creative mode.”

Tamin turns back to Jet, her brow knitted together. “Huh?”

“On Minecraft.” Jet picked at her peeling fingernail polish. “If you go on creative mode, you can’t die.”

“Oh.” Tamin nodded, tilting her head, as if she was weighing something in her mind. “Good to know.”

“I could show you.” The words tumbled out of Jet’s mouth before she could stop them. “I still have it downloaded. I think.”

Tamin’s face breaks into a grin. “Okay, sure. That would be fun.”

“Or we could play something else.” Jet straightened her spine, finally looking Tamin fully in the eyes. “I have adult games too. Not just kid games.”

“Whatever you want!” Tamin stuck out her hand, palm up. “Give me your phone.”

Jet scrambled for her phone, quickly opening up a new contact. Tamin typed in her number, then handed it back to Jet. The contact name is Kat followed by a siren emoji. 

Tamin stood up, grabbing her drink. “Text me.” She walked back to her side of the table, greeting her squad. 

Jet follows a few minutes later, going back to her abandoned seat. She placed her phone on the table, Tamin’s number clear on the screen. Washburn and Morales groan in unison.

Jet smirked; crossed her arm across her chest. “I think this means you owe me fifty bucks. Each.”

[kat-tamin]

She borrowed it from her girlfriend

Jet Slootmaekers wearing a leather jacket is just very personal to me

[kat-tamin]

never let me go

Jet sees Kat with Celine during date night. Kat realizes Jet is the only one she wants. Requested by @svufan9812

Ship: Kat x Jet

Warnings: Smut: grinding

Word Count: 1858

“Is that supposed to be a person or a snake?” Kat whispered in Celine’s ear.

Celine’s lips twitched, her teeth biting down on her tongue to suppress her laughter. “Maybe both? A snake lady.”

Celine had invited Kat to a showcase for one of her art school friends. Kat didn’t really want to go, art wasn’t really her thing, but of course she said yes. She likes spending time with Celine, who was beautiful and fun to be around. She had quickly become a good friend.

Friends with benefits, she should say, because they had been having regular sex since they met. Great sex.

Lately though, after Kat would leave Celine’s bed, she would feel incredibly empty. Celine’s touch didn’t bring her the same satisfaction as before. She wanted something more.

“That looks like tits,” Celine murmured out of the corner of her mouth, gazing up at a different sculpture, the metal twisting into two circles.

“Yeah it…” Kat trailed off, her eyes catching on someone new entering into the gallery space. She shuffled forward, squinting into the crowd. Was that…?

“Kat?” Celine’s voice faded into the background.

It was Jet. Kat could see her eyes looking around the space, searching for something. She was dressed in her signature dark colours, a black velvet dress with long sleeves. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, showing off her wide, brown eyes, and her sharp cheekbones.

Kat’s breath caught in her throat. She looked beautiful.

A hand on her arm brought her back to the present. Celine had a concerned frown on her face. “Kat? You alright?”

“Yeah, great.” Kat took a sip of her drink, the wine strong and sharp. She shot Celine a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes. “Sorry, I thought I saw someone I knew.”

“Okay, but my friend is here,” Celine said, craning her neck, standing on her toes to look over the crowd. “We should go say congratulations.”

“Of course.” Kat gestured with her drink for Celine to go ahead. “After you.”

She followed Celine through the mob, catching snippets of conversations about the art.

“Beautiful.” “Thought provoking.” “I’m going to buy it.”

Everyone loved the sculptures, which had to make Celine’s friend happy. Kat ran through potential compliments in her mind. She might not know whether she liked them or not, but she could appreciate the time and thought that was put into the art.

“There she is!” Celine took Kat’s hand, tugging her forward, almost making her spill her drink. “Jet!”

Kat’s eyes widened, understanding hitting her. Celine had a friend that did sculptures. Kat also had a friend who did sculptures. They were the same friend. They were here for Jet.

Kat’s surprise was mirrored on Jet’s face, her mouth dropping open. Her lashes blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend Kat’s presence here.

“Jet!” Celine dropped Kat’s hand to throw an arm around Jet’s shoulders. She squeezed their faces together, making Jet cringe. “This is so amazing!”

Jet’s eyes darted between Kat and Celine, her brows furrowing. “Thanks for coming.”

“We wouldn’t miss it.” Celine grinned, jutting her chin towards Kat. “This is my friend, Kat.”

“We actually know each other.” Kat finally found her voice, though it was strangled. She took an apprehensive step towards Jet. “Through work.”

“What?” Celine’s dark brows shot towards the ceiling, but her surprise quickly turned to laughter. “Of course you do, I should have known. Small world, huh?”

“Yeah, small world,” Kat murmured, still not quite believing it. She took a long sip of her wine, letting the pause stretch into an awkward silence.

She felt guilty, like she had been caught doing something wrong. She and Celine were friends with benefits, but her and Jet…

It was complicated, to say the least. They hadn’t had sex, but they had hung out a couple times. Kat didn’t want to say they went on dates, because neither of them had called them that. But she and Jet had texted almost everyday since they met.

It was weird that Jet didn’t mention she was having an art exhibit. Kat felt a little disappointed that she didn’t. She would have come to support Jet, not to hang out with Celine.

“We just wanted to say congratulations.” Kat flinched at the word ‘we’ coming out of Celine’s mouth. Her and Celine weren’t a ‘we’. Celine had made that clear.

“Thank you,” Jet said again, her voice monotone. She wouldn’t meet Kat’s eyes, looking stubbornly past her to the groups crowding around her art. “Have a good night, guys.”

Kat watched Jet walk away, her heart breaking. Jet’s surprise had turned to confusion and then to heartache. It was apparent on her face, making Kat feel even worse.

“Hey, wanna get out of here?” Celine leaned close to Kat’s ear, her breath hot against her skin. Her voice was low and sultry, betraying her neediness.

The thought of going to Celine’s place made Kat’s stomach turn. She gave her a small smile, slightly shifting her body away from her. “Actually, I’m not feeling great. Another night?”

Celine didn’t seem bothered by Kat’s rejection, shrugging it off. Her gaze had already shifted towards the crowd, looking for someone else. “Of course.”

---

Kat couldn’t concentrate at work the next day. She made simple errors on her paperwork. She barely listened to the Captain’s briefing. Her mind was occupied by Jet.

She laid awake in bed all night, going over all the conversations she’s ever had with Jet. They never ran out of things to say, talking about everything from their work to the terrible horror movies they loved. 

She also thought about Jet’s face from that night, the way she walked away from her and Celine, her shoulders drooping, like all the air had been knocked out of her body. It had been a special night for Jet, and Kat had accidentally ruined it by being there with someone else.

She needed to let Jet know that she wanted to be there with her. She needed to let Jet know that she wasn’t with Celine, not like that.

As soon as Kat’s shift ended, she got into an Uber to the OCCB building. She worked the night shift, so she should have been exhausted. But the thought of talking to Jet sent adrenaline through her veins.

The Organized Crime squad were just arriving for work when Kat pulled up. She followed a pair of detectives up to the bullpen, her heartbeat picking up. This was her first time here, but she knew instinctively where Jet sat, as if she was a magnet.

Jet was at her desk, her face pale and drawn. She seemed to sense Kat’s presence, looking up from her computer, her eyebrow raising just a tick.

“Jet, I need to talk to you,” Kat blurted out as soon as she got close, out of breath. “Please. It’s important.”

A hush fell over the bullpen, making the hairs on Jet’s neck stand up. Her whole squad was watching the two women, even Stabler and Bell. 

“Not here,” Jet hissed. She stood, grabbing Kat’s sleeve. She dragged her friend out into the hallway, sending a dirty look over her shoulder in the direction of Washburn, who let out a low whistle.

Jet led Kat into a janitor’s closet, slamming the door behind them. She fumbled for the light switch, illuminating them with a click. “What’s going on?”

“We need to talk,” Kat repeated. She ran a hand through her hair, rumpling her ponytail. “I don’t like where we left off last night.”

Jet didn’t say anything, just flipped over a mop bucket, taking a seat. She crossed her arms across her chest, waiting for Kat to talk.

There was so much she wanted to say, but Kat didn’t know where to begin. She shifted from foot to foot, thinking. She landed on: “Celine and I aren’t dating.”

Jet just tilted her head, urging Kat to go on. She figured this out last night, when she saw Celine flirting with another girl after Kat left last night. Any anger she felt towards Kat turned to sympathy at that moment.

“I want to date you,” Kat blurted out, then gasped. Her eyes widened, and she pressed a hand to her mouth. That was definitely not what she wanted to say, but her mouth had other plans.

There was an awkward pause, Kat’s heart beating faster and faster against her ribs. She bit down on her lower lip, waiting for Jet’s response.

To her surprise, she smiled. “C’mere.” Jet raised her arms, asking for a hug. Kat sank to her knees, wrapping her arms around Jet’s middle.

They hugged for a long moment, their breathing syncing up. 

“Okay,” Jet murmured into Kat’s hair. “Let’s do it.”

Kat grinned, tilting her chin up to capture Jet’s lips in a kiss. Their kiss quickly turned heated, their tongues sliding against each other. Kat’s hand slipped under Jet’s shirt, rubbing the pads of her thumb against her ribs.

“I’m sorry, Jet,” Kat murmured in between kisses. “Forgive me?”

Jet leaned back, cupping Kat’s chin in her hand, tilting her face upwards. “Yes.” She kissed her, pushing her tongue into the other girl’s mouth. She pulled back, their lips barely touching. “But…”

Kat straightened up, ignoring the ache in her knees against the hard tile. “Yeah?”

Jet’s mouth twisted into a very kissable smirk. “You have to make it up to me.”

Kat knew exactly what she was asking, matching her smile. They met again in a lurid make out, their hands moving to take their pants off. Kat moved to Jet’s lap, straddling her bare thighs. Jet could feel the wetness seeping from Kat’s core, spreading her juices on her skin. The thrill of doing this at work added an extra urgency, Jet’s hips jerking up to meet Kat’s core.

They moaned in unison, their clits meeting. Kat began to grind down on Jet, her clit meeting her pubic bone. The friction sent electricity up Jet’s spine, her own clit rubbing against Kat. 

“Just like that,” Jet whispered, moving her hands to Kat’s hips, guiding her rhythm.

They rubbed against each other, their clits meeting in a delicious kiss. Kat had to bite down on Jet’s shoulder to keep herself from screaming. Jet’s breath hitched, her nails digging into Kat’s skin.

The friction added up quickly, Kat reaching the edge within minutes. She tipped over, the heat in her core exploding under her skin. 

The feeling of Kat coming against her set Jet off, reaching her own peak. Their juices mixed together in Jet’s lap, leaving her sticky and satisfied.

Kat clumsily got to her feet, reaching for her jeans. She pulled them on, breathing heavy. She leaned down to give Jet another kiss. “Call you later?”

Jet just nodded, still dazed from her orgasm.

Kat opened the door a crack, peeking into the hall to make sure no one saw her leave. She looked back at Jet, who was now on her feet. “Bye… girlfriend.”

Jet grinned, the pleasure from hearing that word from Kat’s mouth almost better than the orgasm. “Bye, girlfriend.”

[kat-tamin]

pull me near

The NYPD throws a mandatory corporate retreat for all the squads. One night, after everyone is asleep, Kat finds Jet at the pool. Can be seen as a follow up to i will carry you, but not necessarily. Requested by @sammymae12​

Ship: Kat x Jet

Warnings: Mild spoilers for the OC finale

Word Count: 1065

The New York Police Department Annual Corporate Retreat took place every year in upstate New York. Three full days of fun team building exercises and trust falls, all in a place that looked like a very fancy summer camp.

Jet hated it each and every minute of it. The whole thing was very touchy-feely. Jet was not a touchy-feely person. Especially after the incident with Morales; she wasn’t feeling very ‘Go Team’ at the moment. She would rather spend hours at the bar with her squad, barely speaking to each other.

If she could find one positive in the experience, it was the giant outdoor pool and hot tub. Ever since she was a kid, Jet loved water. She used to pretend she was a mermaid, swimming for hours whenever she went on vacation with her parents.

The one at the retreat was heated, and most importantly, unlocked 24/7. It had a gorgeous view of the lake beyond it, and at night you had an interrupted glimpse of the starlit sky.

It was calming and relaxing, and every night after people went to bed, Jet would sneak out to the pool and just float on her back. Her mind would empty and her body would loosen up, the knots in her back unkinking.

“Hey, Jet!”

Jet jumped, water splashing into her mouth. She straightened up, kicking her legs furiously. She looked to the entrance of the pool, where Kat was entering, a towel wrapped around her waist.

Jet let out a sigh of relief. “You scared me.”

“Sorry!” Kat kicked off her flip-flops by the chair holding Jet’s bag. “I’ve seen you here every night. I’d figure I’d come see what the fuss was.” She went to take her towel off, but paused, looking at Jet. “Is that okay?”

“Of course.” Jet swam closer to the edge. “The water’s great. Feels warmer than out there.”

“Cool.” Kat grinned and, without warning, dropped her towel to the ground.

Jet could feel her face grow red as she took in her friend, clad only in a small, olive green bikini. Small golden rings were attached to the hips and in between Kat’s breasts. In the glow of the blue pool lights, Kat looked like a goddess straight off a renaissance painting.

Jet wrapped her arms around her own stomach, suddenly self-conscious of the plain black tankini she had on. Her skin looked bright white, pale as the moon above them.

Kat slid off the edge into the water, sending gentle waves lapping towards Jet. She did a slow, lazy lap of the pool, her strokes long and languid.

The SVU Squad did the rope course today and it went terribly. The cost of having older members in the squad was that Kat had to do a lot of the physical work. It was taking a toll on Kat’s body, and her whole back was aching.

“How’s your first retreat?” Kat asked as she swam closer to Jet.

Jet shrugged. “We haven’t killed each other, so it’s a success, I guess.”

It was close though. Washburn wasn’t taking anything seriously and Stabler was taking things way too seriously. None of the OC Unit wanted to admit it, but without Morales, the squad felt lopsided, like a table with only three legs. There were a lot of unsaid things between them, and, despite the retreat leaders trying their best to get everyone to express their feelings, it looked like it was going to stay that way.

Kat swam even closer to Jet, taking her hand. She knew exactly what Jet was thinking, because it was all Jet thought about lately. She could see something winding tighter and tighter in Jet. Her anxiety seemed closer to the surface these days. She missed the bright, quietly confident girl she had first met.

The tense moment was too much for Jet; she needed the awkward heaviness to go away. She opted for the first thing that went through her head. She cupped her hand and made a giant wave to splash on Kat.

The water hit Kat, making her shriek. “Hey!”

Jet laughed, but did it again, this time using both of her hands, sending a tidal wave over Kat’s head.

Kat yelled something incomprehensible that Jet couldn’t hear. She started kicking her legs, splashing Jet back, making her gasp.

It was an all out war, and the two friends started splashing each other. Water was flying everywhere, soaking each other to the bone.

“Okay, truce, truce!” Jet yelled, spitting out water. “I’m sorry!” she added when Kat didn’t stop.

“Are you sure?” Kat stopped splashing, instead grabbing Jet’s shoulders, her hands warm against her cold skin. “Or do I have to apply some desperate measures?”

Jet suppressed a nervous laugh. “I’m good. Are you good?”

Neither one of them moved, on edge that the other would pull out a last minute maneuver.

Kat’s hands left Jet’s shoulders to her waist, pulling her closer. “Yeah, I’m good.”

For a moment, they were still, their faces a hair-breadths away. Kat let out a shaky breath and suddenly they were both giggling, leaning into each other, almost giddy.

“Good,” Jet said, once she caught her breath. She lifts a hand to push Kat’s wet hair out of her eyes. Her fingers move to Kat’s jaw, lightly tracing her tanned skin.

It was so soft, but it lit up Kat’s insides, like the starlight above them. She’s smiling when Jet kisses her, shy and cautious. Her lips are warm and Kat pushed in harder, soaking up her heat. 

Jet’s heart jumped into her throat. She could feel it beating hard, so hard that Kat could probably hear it. The kiss went from hesitant to enthusiastic, Kat’s tongue swiping into Jet’s mouth, making her sigh into Kat.

Jet felt their bodies sinking into the water, so she reluctantly pulled away, kicking to upright them before they drowned. 

“Well,” Kat murmured, her hands still on the dip of Jet’s waist.

“Well,” Jet responds, a smile creeping onto her face. Her whole body was covered in goosebumps but her body felt like it was on fire, as it usually did when Kat was near.

“When we get back,” Kat started, squeezing Jet’s skin. “How about dinner?”

“Dinner sounds great.”

Kat kissed her again, her smile getting lost in between Jet’s lips. This time, Jet was smiling too.

[kat-tamin]

Thinking about kat x jet ship... the sullen nerd and her sunshine jock girlfriend... like yes please!

[kat-tamin]

tell me i’m your baby

Jet takes Kat home for the first time, but can’t help but worry that Kat doesn’t want the same things as her. Requested by @shipper162

Ship: Kat x Jet

Warnings: Just a bit of kissing

Word Count: 845

Jet knew from a psychology class she took at university that love was something scientists couldn’t explain. It was too unique, too unquantifiable. But the power that love has is too alluring to stop scientists from trying to define it.

Love could be subdivided into distinct types: passionate love and companionate love. Passionate love is the type you see in the movies: a complete absorption with another. Companionate love is the quiet kind of love; it’s a warm, deep trust in another, whose life is deeply entwined with your own.

Most people want that passionate love, the intense emotion of agony and ecstasy. But Jet wants the second; not quite the love that people write about, but the love that lasts longer. A stronger foundation on which an epic love story can be built on.

That’s why, when Kat’s hands were wandering from Jet’s waist to the button of her jeans, she had to stop. “Kat, wait.”

Kat paused, drawing back from Jet’s lips. There was a wrinkle between her brows that Jet desperately wanted to kiss. “Are you okay?”

Jet sat up, untangled her limbs from Kat’s. She could feel her heart pound against her ribs. “We had a nice time tonight, right?”

Kat’s frown was quickly replaced by a soft smile. “Yeah. We did…. Right?” She tilted Jet’s chin up with a finger to confirm it, her brow arched.

It was a good night, yes. They had met at a hole in the wall Chinese place, where they had to use an app to order because no one there spoke English. The food was delicious, the fat and grease sending pleasure signals through Jet’s brain and body. Kat was flirty, but not pushy, somehow sensing exactly what Jet was comfortable with. 

Jet had gone on dates with other people, but they didn’t say exactly the right things, like Kat did. They didn’t get Jet or her interests, like Kat did. They couldn’t read her or her emotions, like Kat could.

Jet had sat across that table from Kat and felt complete, a final puzzle piece completing the picture. Not the intense emotion of ecstasy, but the feeling of contentment. 

Peace.

Home.

Jet had invited Kat home, not because she wanted to see more of Kat’s body, but just to see more of Kat, to revel in her presence for a few more hours. She never wanted to say goodbye to her.

Sex was nice, of course, and Jet wouldn’t turn it down, especially not from Kat, who was gorgeous in every possible way. The way Kat moved through life with confidence, Jet knew she would be the best lover possible.

But still, she paused. Because that’s not what Jet wants. 

Jet didn’t want Saturday nights; she wanted Sunday mornings. She didn’t want passion; she wanted affection.

“I need to know,” Jet started, smoothing down her wrinkled shirt. Her body was positively buzzing, and it was hard to make her brain put things into words. “And maybe this is too early to ask…”

Kat pushed a strand of Jet’s hair behind her ear. Jet glanced at her to make sure Kat wasn’t annoyed, but luckily her face was open, eager. “What is it?”

“Where do you see this going?” Jet cringed, hoping she didn’t sound too whiny or presumptuous.

“Oh!” Kat blinked. She bit at her bottom lip; looked away.

Jet’s stomach dropped, and she looked down at her hands, her face quickly turning red. Kat’s tone filled Jet with disappointment. She knew it. Kat was looking for a casual thing, not a real relationship.

“I’m sorry,” Kat said, grabbing Jet’s hands. Jet fought the urge to pull away. “I thought I made it obvious…”

Jet shrinked into herself, steeling herself for Kat’s rejection.

“I want to be with you, Jet. For as long as you want me.”

Jet’s head shot up, her mouth falling open. Her eyes widened, and she might have gasped. “Really?”

“Of course.” Kat pulled Jet closer, wrapping her arms around her. “I’m sorry to make you worry.”

“It’s okay.” Jet’s heart beat fast and furious. “I just like to make things-”

“Clear.” Kat nodded. Jet had mentioned once that she sometimes had trouble communicating with people, that vagueness was her kryptonite. Kat didn’t quite understand, but she was trying her best. “I know. I try to remember that.”

“Thank you.” Jet pressed her lips against Kat’s, her breath returning to a normal pace. The tension in her shoulders eased, relief pouring into every crevice of her body.

Kat always sounded so sure, so confident, but Jet felt the slight tremor of Kat’s body, like she had wanted the confirmation of commitment just as much as Jet did. The thought of making Kat nervous gave Jet a bit of thrill. She had a new sort of power, one she had to learn to wield. 

Jet ran her tongue along Kat’s lower lip, feeling the other woman tense. It was intoxicating, giving someone else pleasure. “Let’s go to bed.”

She heard Kat’s breath catch in her throat. “Yes. Yes, let's go.”

[kat-tamin]

i will carry you

“Choose someone you trust and call them.” Kat’s there for Jet in her darkest hour.

Ship: Kat x Jet

Warnings: Panic attack, Language, Major Spoilers for the OC finale

Word Count: 1171

“He’s gone.”

Jet’s body went numb. She clenched the phone tighter to her ear. “What?”

“Morales. I’m sorry-I… Fuck!” Washburn’s voice broke, a strangled sob escaping through his lips. “He was the mole, Jet!

“No.” Jet sat up in her bed, her spine going ram-rod straight. “No. That doesn’t make sense. He was-”

Good. Kind. Loyal. A family man who loved his sister dearly.

The perfect person for Wheatley to turn to the dark side.

“It’s true.” Washburn sniffed loudly. “Bell and Stabler caught him trying to finish off the Professor. Shots were fired. He’s dead, Jet.”

“Stop.” Jet’s eyes screwed shut.

“I can’t believe-”

“I said stop!” Jet yelled. She wrenched the phone from her ear, furiously stabbing the screen to hang up.

Her hands shook as she dropped the phone onto her sheets. She could feel her stomach tying itself into knots.

Morales was the mole. Morales was the mole.

The thought looped over and over and over and over. 

Why didn’t she know? Why couldn’t she have seen?

Her breath was growing fast and erratic, her chest getting tighter and tighter. Jet wrapped her arms around her middle, trying to keep her body from breaking apart.

How could he do this? How could he betray everyone? For what? 

She swallowed back the bile that rose in her throat.

She took a long, slow breath, trying to bring herself back from the edge, but the panic was too overwhelming. The edges of her vision grew black. 

She fumbled for her phone, remembering something Stabler had mentioned learning in his therapy: “Choose someone you trust and call them.”

There weren't many people in Jet’s life that fit that criteria. One she might have once considered was now dead from a gunshot.

The walls seemed to creeper closer together. Jet took a shaky breath and pressed the button to summon the one person Jet could count on to keep the dark thoughts at bay.

“Hey.” Jet’s voice was watery, the distress clear. “Can you come over?” I need you.

When the voice agreed, Jet collapsed onto her side, letting the anxiety crush her.

You should have known. You should have known.

Time grew blurry, Jet couldn’t tell if it was hours or seconds later that she heard an incessant banging at her door, followed quickly by the sound of it getting kicked in.

“Jet!”

Through the blurriness of her tears, Jet saw Kat appear. 

“Jet?”

Kat’s voice was garbled, like Jet was under water.

“I need you to breathe, Jet.”

In. Out.

Jet tried to take a long gulp of air, but it was expelled before it could reach her lungs.

“Slow, Jet.”

In. Out.

“As long as you can, Jet.”

In… Out…

Finally, Kat’s face came into focus. Her brown eyes were wide and scared. Her hands were on Jet’s shoulders, propping her up. “There we go. Good girl.”

In… Out… In… Out…

“I’m sorry,” were the first words out of Jet’s mouth, her tongue heavy.

“Nothing to be sorry about.” Kat used the pads of her thumbs to wipe Jet’s tears, carefully removing the eyeliner that bled down her cheeks. “Thank you for calling me.”

“Thanks for coming.” Jet winced at the scratchiness in her voice. She reached for the water bottle on her bedside table, Kat quickly grabbing it first. She helped it to Jet’s lips, making Jet take small sips.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Kat asked, screwing the cap back on the bottle. “What happened?”

Jet’s eyes closed, the pain and betrayal coming back, slamming into her. “No.”

“That’s okay. You don’t have to.”

Jet collapsed into herself, bringing her chin to her chest. She felt Kat wrap her arms around her, bringing her head to the detective’s chest. Kat’s hand carded through Jet’s hair, her lips brushing against her temple.

Kat held her as Jet cried. She cried for herself, racked with guilt for not realizing Morales’ role sooner. She cried for her Sergeant having to make a difficult, split-second choice. She cried for Angela Wheatley, clinging to life. She cried for Morales, her friend. Her friend, who didn’t deserve any of this.

She cried until there were no more tears left, Kat repeating over and over “It’s okay. I got you. I got you. It’s okay.” Kat began to rock the younger woman side to side, her hand never leaving her hair.

“You are not alone. I’ll be here the whole time.”

“Promise?” Jet mumbled into Kat’s chest, her body growing heavy as sleep started to overcome her.

“Always. Relax, Jet. I got you.”

Jet awoke to the feeling of Kat’s hand drawing soothing circles on her back. There was a dull ache in her head, and her eyelids were sticky and swollen.

She moved her head, her neck cracking as she took in her surroundings. She was laying down, her head on Kat, who was now lying down in bed with her. 

“Hey.”

Jet’s eyes flew to Kat’s face, barely visible in the dim light in the room, but the worry was clear. “Hey.”

Jet struggled to sit up, Kat swiftly moving to help her. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been hit by a truck.” Jet rolled her neck, wincing at the strain.

“Yeah, I believe it. You had quite the panic attack.”

Jet bit her lip, a sense of shame and guilt washing over her. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Kat wrapped arm around Jet’s shoulders, drawing her closer. “Are you ready to talk about what happened?”

Jet’s face dropped, focusing her gaze on her hands. “Morales…” She paused, unable to say the heavy truth.

“Morales?” Kat stilled. “What did he do?”

“He tried to kill Angela Wheatley,” Jet’s voice broke.

“Angela…” Kat paused, trying to remember the details of the case Jet had been working on. “I don’t understand, I thought she was helping you guys?”

“She was.” Jet’s lower lip trembled. “He was working for Wheatley. He must… have paid him or something. Bell and Stabler caught him at the hospital trying to finish the job. They-” She took a deep breath. “They killed him.”

“Jesus.” Kat pressed her lips to the top of Jet’s head. “Jet, I’m so sorry. That sucks.”

“I should have known.” Jet’s voice grew louder, the truth of her distress spilling out of her. “I should have seen the signs. Should have done my job!”

“There was no way you could have known.” Kat’s own eyes began to fill with tears. This job could put insurmountable pressure on someone. She knew from her own experience that when something went wrong, your mind would dwell on the possibilities, all the things you should have known. But in the end, there was simply nothing you could do.

“What do I do now?” Jet asked, her voice watery with unshed tears.

Kat swallowed hard, her heart utterly breaking for Jet. “I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “But I’m going to be here for you. Every day, if you need me.”

“I do. I do need you.”

[kat-tamin]

10. Stop moving and let me braid your hair with tamaekers🥺

Jet was surrounded on all sides, the threat quickly bearing down on her. Any false move and she would be dead.

Jet took a long, slow breath, mustering up her courage. With her hands shaking, she takes a chance. “I get… nineteen!”

Jet’s online companions cheer, making her ears ring. A huge smile flashes across her face.

“Nineteen hits! The ogre is now defeated! Congratulations everyone,” the Dungeon Master says, the ogre’s pixelated avatar vanishing off the screen.

Jet’s listening to the following narration when she feels a sharp pain in her scalp. “Ow!” She quickly mutes her mic, turning in her chair to see Kat holding a strand of her hair. “What are you doing?”

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.” Kat pivots Jet’s chair back to face the computer. “You’re missing it.”

Jet winces as Kat yanks her dark strands. It felt like she was ripping the hair right out of her head. “That hurts!”

“Don’t be a brat.” Kat twists Jet’s hair into two neat braids. She rubs Jet’s scalp to soothe the skin. “Can you even see the dice with hair in your face?”

“Yes, I can. I just killed an ogre,” Jet answers, boasting. “First turn.”

“Jet.” Kat leans over Jet’s shoulder so she can see her face, her voice turning grave. “You didn’t see it right. That was a nine.”

Jet’s eyes grow wide, and she reflexively checks the screen to make sure she was still muted. “What?!”

“You fudged your roll.”

“I didn’t!” Jet covers her mouth with her hand, blood rushing to her cheeks. “Well, I didn’t mean to. Oh, God. Should I say something?”

“No.” Kat wraps her arms around Jet from behind, resting her chin on Jet’s head. “Enjoy being a hero for a minute.”

Jet’s eyes flutter closed, soaking up her girlfriend’s love. In the midst of fighting with real life bad guys and fighting fictional evil monsters, Jet always looked forward to these quiet moments of domestic bliss.

In Jet’s ears, a voice interrupts: “Roll for initiative.”

Jet drops a kiss to Kat’s arm, squeezing her hands. “Sorry, Kat. It’s time to save the world.”

“You got this, babe!” Jet watches Kat depart, her crazy girlfriend pretending to swing a sword, almost banging into the doorframe.

She snickers. “What a nerd.” She unmutes herself and clears her throat. “Alright, let’s kill some goblins.”

I needed that after yesterday's fic. Thank you!

[kat-tamin]

I legit had a dream last night that tamaekers was an actual thing and woke up very confused and disappointed

First of all, my dreams have been slacking. How come I never get dreams about fictional characters in love???

Second of all, I need all the details please so I can steal it and put it in a fic 😉

[kat-tamin]

take my hand, wreck my plans

Jet sees Kat while on her bike and offers a ride home. Requested by @sammymae12​

Warnings: None

Word Count: 972

Jet raced down the city streets, easily weaving in and out of traffic, silencing the honking horns with the throttle of her bike, roaring past pedestrians. For the past week she had been taking the long way home from the bureau, changing her route to pass by the precinct that housed the Special Victims Unit. It added an extra 25 minutes to her commute, but it was worth it if she ever saw her.

Jet subconsciously slowed down her bike, searching for someone on the street. Her brain worked like a computer, sifting and sorting through faces in a blink of an eye until it found the right one. 

And it did.

Detective Kat Tamin stood on the corner of an intersection, a few blocks from her work. She was frowning at her phone, a frustrated look on her face.

Jet cut off two cars to reach Kat, ignoring the middle fingers the drivers sent her way. She screeched to a halt in front of Kat, who jumped back, almost dropping her phone.

“Jet?” Kat ducked to look at her face, partially hidden by her helmet. “What are you doing here?”

“Just on my way home,” Jet replied coolly, with a casual shrug of her shoulders. She put down her kick stand. “What’s up with you?”

“Trying to get home but my stupid Ubers keep cancelling!” Kat’s voice rose to a frustrated yell. “Frickin Drew in his frickin Honda Elantra. I hope you run out of gas in the middle of Times Square!”

“Woah. Bad day?” Jet unbuckled her helmet, shaking out her hair. The answer to that question was all over Kat’s face. Her cheeks were pale and drawn. Wisps of hair hung over her eyes, disattached from her ponytail by hands running through.

“You know how it is.” Kat shrugged, but a sigh escaped her lips.

“Want a ride?” Jet offered. She held out her helmet for Kat to take.

Kat peered at her bike, apprehension clear. “I don’t know, Jet. It’s a long ways to the Bronx. Can that thing take both of us? Kinda looks like I could pick it up with one hand and throw it.”

Jet patted her handlebars. “I designed Betty here to be light but sturdy. It could withstand an impact at 30 miles per hour.”

“Okay, but we won’t.” Nevertheless, Kat put on Jet’s helmet, securing it tightly under her chin. She clumsily threw her leg over the bike, sliding in behind Jet.

Jet turned her bike on, it coming to life with a loud roar. “You ready?” she yelled over her shoulder.

Kat put her arms around Jet’s waist, her grip tight. Jet’s breath caught in her throat at the feeling of the other woman holding her. Normally, Jet hated physical touch but something about Kat made it bearable. “Okay, go before I change my mind!”

Jet peeled away from the curb, her tires squealing. She headed North towards The Bronx. She wouldn’t admit this to Kat, but after meeting her she did a background check on her, memorizing her address from the voters registry (she’s a democrat, no surprise there). Jet knew from experience that wasn’t something you told regular people. It crossed an invisible line that Jet had no idea about.

Jet started taking tighter and tighter corners, enjoying the way Kat’s grip would tighten even further. She narrowly avoided a garbage truck, and shrieked in her ear, making Jet laugh.

“Not funny!” Kat yelled, but her protests were lost to the wind.

The pair arrived at Kat’s apartment in record time, a whole 30 minutes shorter than taking an Uber or cab. Kat stepped off the bike, her legs shaking. “Oh thank God.”

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad.” The corners of Jet’s mouth twitched in a small smirk.

“Say that to my stomach. I think I left it back on the bridge.” Kat’s cheeks puffed up with air, fighting nausea. “Do you always drive that fast?”

“Only when I have someone hanging on to me for dear life,” Jet answered honestly, which made Kat laugh. Jet’s cheeks flushed at her laughter, her heart doing a backflip.

Kat handed back Jet’s helmet, their fingers touching for a far-too brief moment. “Thanks for the ride, Jet.”

“Anytime. Morning or night. I’ll come pick you up.” Jet bit her lip to stifle the babbling that threatened to erupt.

“I’m not going to make you drive here all of the way from Brooklyn just to drive back to Midtown, Jet.” Kat shook her head at the idea, digging through her bag for her keys.

Jet’s brows shot up. “How did you know I live in Brooklyn?”

“Oh!” Kat’s hand raised to scratch at the back of her neck, her face turning pink. “I, uh, may have looked you up at work.”

Jet sat back on her bike. Well, well, well. It looks like it’s not just her that abuses the NYPD system for personal use. 

“I wanted to make sure Stabler didn’t hire some conwomen or something,” Kat explained hurriedly. She licked her lips nervously, a sure sign of a lie.

But Jet didn’t point that out, though. She let Kat save face. “I’m not, I promise. Just a girl with a particular set of skills.”

Kat snorted. “Okay, Liam Neeson. Whatever you say.” She hiked a thumb over her shoulder. “I should go in. I promised my sister she could come over for a girls night.”

Jet nodded, starting up her bike again. “Have fun. And hey…I meant it about the ride. You’re on my way.”

Kat tilted her head, considering Jet’s offer. “Alright. Pick me up here tomorrow morning?” Jet nodded, and Kat continued: “Just… maybe a bit slower this time?”

Jet smiled, a real genuine smile. She began to pull away from the curb, yelling to Kat: “No promises!”

[kat-tamin]

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

with whoever you think of

Kat writes notes on the mirror. Jet uses the hair from the drain to create abstract art on the shower wall lmao

[kat-tamin]

which do you prefer Kat x Celine or kat x jet or neither like with someone else

In the show, obviously I love kat and celine because they're canon. Tamaekers is basically a pipe dream but it is a dream.

When it comes to my fics, I love kat and jet more because they're two established characters. It's easier to imagine what one would say or act in a situation because I know them. Celine is basically an oc at this point, which is both good and bad. I can do whatever I want with her character, but also... I have to think about what I want with her character.