Crime In New York; Ch. 1

Crime in New York
Katrina bent over the hearth as she heard the kettle whistle and took it off the heat. A warmed teapot stood by on the table fragrant with Earl Grey. It was a bleak, mid January evening. Snow fell thickly and swirled through the streets. She looked anxiously at the clock and hoped Ichabod would be home soon. It was nearly a quarter past seven.
Katrina understood that her husband’s job as a police constable in New York entailed a certain amount of risk. But tonight she wasn’t sure what she was more worried about; criminals, thugs and murderers or the weather.
Katrina smiled as she heard familiar footfalls up the steps to the flat. The door opened and Ichabod walked in after stomping the snow off his boots.
One look at her husband told Katrina that her second worry was the more justified. Ichabod was unharmed but definitely damp and cold. Even as Katrina greeted him with an affectionate kiss and ushered him to the warmth of the fire with entreaties to take off his wet shoes and coat, she couldn’t help but think it only made his pale, delicate face and large, dark brown eyes all the more appealing.
Ichabod settled back into his chair by the fire with a contented sigh. His New York flat, once a cheerless place to go home from work to and sleep because it was marginally warmer and more inviting than a bench in Central Park had become a proper home since he had married Katrina. He became conscious of Katrina kneeling in front of him, sliding his stone cold feet into freshly warmed slippers. He blushed in momentary embarrassment but knew enough by now not to say anything. He had told Katrina time and time again,
“You’re my wife, not a servant. You don’t have to do things like this for me.”
To which Katrina had responded, “I know,”but continued to do it anyway.
Katrina got up to check on the teapot. She lifted the lid and sniffed. The aroma of strong black tea with a hint of citrus told her she had steeped it for long enough. She poured out two cups and gave one to Ichabod before settling down in her own chair right next to his.
Ichabod took a long sip, closed his eyes and smiled, “Earl Grey, Fortnum & Masons.” He gave Katrina a slightly reproachful look. “You really shouldn’t be buying such expensive tea, Katrina darling.”
“But it’s your favourite.”
“I know. But we’ve got to save a little more if I am to pay for Masbath's education and....”
"Well I don't fully understand why you sent him to that boarding school in the first place."
"Two reasons, darling. First were I to suddenly take on an assistant for my police work, my superiors would think it an impertinent bid for a pay raise that would be likely to get me sacked. Second, Masbath is a bright young man. It would be a shame to not educate him and allow him to choose his own vocation. Perhaps he will find something he likes better than detective work. Now as I was saying before I was so charmingly interrupted, if I am to pay for Masbath's education and ever have a chance at keeping you in the style you are accustomed to."
“I like this style just fine, thank you.” Katrina sipped her tea and then said pointedly. “And I’ll stop buying Fortnum & Mason’s tea for you when you stop buying...” She reached over into Ichabod’s shirt pocket and drew out a small crystal bottle with a light pink label. “Ah ha! Yardley’s English Rose Scent for me.”
“Well spotted.” Ichabod said with another slight blush as he thought “my God, she’s turning into a detective herself. What have I done?” “But you must realize that that’s just as much of a present for me as it is for you.” To emphasize his point, Ichabod leaned towards Katrina and smelled along her neck, first up and then down. She giggled as his nose found itself comfortably wedged in the cleavage of her ample, white bosom. He mumbled something.
“What?” Katrina asked.
With great reluctance, Ichabod tore himself away, consoling himself by kissing her passionately before asking, “When were you planning on dinner tonight?
Katrina thought of the cold meat, bread, cheese and fruit preserves in the larder. “Anytime.”
“Delay it by an hour, “ he said and kissed Katrina again climbing into her lap. Her arms encircled his slender shoulders, bringing him closer and Ichabod recalled the first time she had held him. It was in Sleepy Hollow after he’d wakened from a horrible dream from his past. What a curious thing that the same woman’s arms can comfort and soothe one moment and enflame the next.
By now, Ichabod’s long thin legs rested on opposite sides of Katrina and she could feel the sole part of him that was not so white and slender growing against her stomach. The very feel of it brought a rush of warm wetness between her thighs in happy anticipation of what was to follow. She reached underneath him and rubbed gently.
Ichabod let out a low moan. His lips drifted from hers to her neck and the tops of her breasts. He told himself again how lucky he was. The man who thought he would never marry weds no less than the village beauty, the pride of her rich farmer father, white as a dove , plump as a partridge and kind and clever as well. She had even been engaged to the ubiquitous town bully when he had met her. His long fingered hands set to work undoing the intricate lacing and buttons of her dress.
Katrina gave a delighted shiver as she felt her clothes loosen and unfold around her. She brought her hands up a bit to take off Ichabod’s shirt. Her fingers stroked along his bare, slight torso admiring the delicate pallor of the skin. “Should we move to the bed?” She whispered.
Ichabod smiled, nodded and got up from Katrina with some difficulty. She slipped her arms out of her dress and left it in the chair, following her husband into the bedroom in her corset and petticoat.
Not for long though. No sooner were they standing by the bed than Ichabod reached round Katrina and deftly unlaced her corset. It fell to the floor allowing Katrina to breath more freely and Ichabod to stroke, kiss and lick her rosy-nippled breasts. Katrina moaned at the feeling and dropped her hands to where his member throbbed and strained at the front of his trousers. She teasingly traced its hard outline with the tip of her finger before undoing his belt and fly buttons. She pushed his trousers and underwear down and kneeling in front of him stroked his manhood with her hands and tongue.
Ichabod let out a shuddering sigh and reluctantly asked Katrina to lay on the bed. “You’re far too good at that. I don’t want all this over too soon.”
Besides it was his turn to tease. He came up next to Katrina where she lay and kissed her deeply. His lips descended down her neck, breasts, torso and lingered just where her bare flesh ended and her petticoat began. Katrina licked her lips and quivered in anticipation as Ichabod undid the fastenings of her petticoat and slid it off her with maddening slowness. Finally his fingers parted the folds of her womanhood and his tongue caressed the source of her lovely, wet ache.
After a few minutes of silently reveling in the pleasure, Katrina gave a small moan and ran her hands through his soft, dark hair to get his attention. He looked up at her. “Are you ready then?” She smiled and nodded. He climbed on top of her and rubbed the tip of his member against her opening before easing himself inside her. She felt so good around him. He loved to be inside Katrina but hated that it had hurt her the first time. Suddenly the unwelcome memory of her brief cry and the small spots of blood on the sheets invaded his all too sensitive mind. He stopped, his hands trembling. Ichabod had seen plenty of blood in his life and carrier but that was the first time he’d seen any fall from Katrina and because of something he had done. Ichabod didn’t know why it should trouble him tonight. He and Katrina had made love after that night just fine without that thought haunting him.
Katrina looked up at Ichabod, wondering why he had stopped so suddenly. She had already forgotten the slight pain of the wedding night but was reminded as she met her husband’s sad face. “Oh Ichabod.” She laid her hand tenderly against his cheek. “It’s all right.”
Ichabod saw the passion in his wife’s eyes, how badly she wanted him to keep on and smiled. The anxiety melted away. He felt himself grow a little harder yet as he began to vigorously thrust himself in and out.
Katrina felt it too. She cried in joy and moved her hips up and down along with Ichabod’s motions her hands stroking again through his hair and over his heaving body.
It was not long before Katrina griped Ichabod’s shoulders tightly as that tingling, hot wave of release rushed over her stronger than ever before. She moaned loudly as her body shuddered then thrashed. That final, violent motion was too much for Ichabod. The intensely grand feeling building since they began suddenly exploded all through him. He collapsed into Katrina’a arms and for a few minutes felt he could not move.
After a while, Katrina kissed Ichabod’s cheek. “Shall I fix dinner now?”
“Excellent idea.”
“Er..Ichabod...”
“Hmmm?”
“If you want dinner, you’re going to have to get off me.”
“Blast. What a choice to have to make.” He mock-complained but rolled off Katrina who got up at once and slipped her nightdress on before Ichabod had other ideas.