Lisa (growling): Dam idiot and if you try (Kai’s hand covered her mouth and she was dragged out of the morgue.)  

Kai (pleading): Baby, let it go. I still have to work with him…

Lara (walking up; smiling): No you don’t. I can go in there stage an accident and poof there he goes.

Kai (throwing her hands up): Why me?

Lisa (grabbing her arm): Because you’re so dam irresistibly cute.

Lara (rolling her eyes): Excuse me when you’re done making well whatever can we look at the reports or God’s you two are like teenagers. (Shaking her head as Kai pushed the much taller detective against the wall) I’ll be in the cafeteria playing Russian Roulette with any willing partners.

Kai (caressing Lisa’s face): Sneaky, Sargent, very sneaky.

Lisa (kissing her fingers): And you love it.

Kai (leaning up and kissing her again): Come on let’s go play Russian Roulette.

Lisa (watching that firm ass): And you call me bad?

Tina and Bette’s House Kitchen
Helena (popping a dish cloth at Tina’s ass): No I’ll clean up you go on, change, relax or something.

Tina (laughing): At least let me put the food away. (Giggling as Helena tickled her) stop okay I give (looking into gray blue eyes and losing herself) uh…

Helena (pulling her closer): Yeah uh (wrapping her arms around) what do you suppose they’re talking about (rubbing her back?)

Tina (wrapping her arms around her shoulders): Whatever it is, it’s not good for us (pressing her face into the crook of Helena’s neck and shoulder; nibbling on that certain spot that drove Helena crazy.)

Helena (moving her head to the side; biting back the moan): If you don’t stop that I won’t be responsible for my actions (siding her hands down and squeezing her tight ass.)

Tina (nipping Helena’s pulse point): You want me to stop, is that what you’re saying (licking bare skin; caressing the swell of her breasts?)

Helena (closing her eyes): Tina baby oh shit (groaning as Tina pinched her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt.)

Poolside
Bette (watching Dylan pace): Come on, we’re family, whatever it is, it can’t be that bad.

Dylan (stopping): It’s dam it (throwing her hands up) I don’t want anybody to get hurt. I don’t want any fucking problems and that’s why I’m afraid to tell you.