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Title: Man Up
Ships: Kevin/Jenny
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Everyone at the 12th knows Jenny likes light, frilly dresses, makeup and strappy shoes, but only Kevin knows about her penchant for cross-dressing. And when she comes home one day in a three-piece suit, he gets far more than he bargained for.
Contains: Genderqueer Jenny, first-time pegging
Notes: I intended this to just be PWP with cross-dressing and pegging, but then Kevin and Jenny had to go and have a fight and all these feelings about gender and the difficulties a relationship can have when one person is a little bit queer and the other is cis. But then there's porn.

Kevin got home abnormally early that day -- almost a full 20 minutes before his wife would be home -- changed out of his suit and decided it would be a night where he did something out of the ordinary.

Stepping into the kitchen, he got to work. He loved a great many things about living with Jenny, but he couldn't lie -- a kitchen that was perpetually stocked with more than leftover takeout and beer was pretty close to the top of the list. Quickly, he scanned the refrigerator and pantry.

Groud beef, onion, garlic, mushrooms -- the sauce itself would be canned, but there were plenty of ways to improve upon it -- and of course the staple ingredient: long strands of whole-wheat spaghetti.

He was dicing the onion when she called to say she was running late at the dry-cleaners and had just dropped the ground beef in a skillet when he heard the front door open.

"Hey, babe, I'm in the kitchen," he called. She didn't answer, but he could hear the crinkling of the drycleaning and the unmistakable whoosh of the plastic-covered clothes being tossed over the back of a chair as she kicked the door closed. Moments later, he heard the shower running, and he turned his attention back to their dinner.

The meat was nearly browned when two hands covered his eyes.

"Guess who?"

Kevin breathed deeply. The scent of his own Irish Spring body wash filled his nose. Officer Krause had given him a case as a gag gift one Christmas, and it was Jenny's go-to soap for those days when she wanted to "man up" as she called it.

"My, Esposito, how you've changed," he said as he continued to blindly stir the meat. "You're supposed to eat the cake, you know." Her breath tickled his ear as she laughed. 'Alice in Wonderland' -- Alice's ADVENTURES in Wonderland, she would always correct -- had been her favorite story since she was a child, and any time he could work a reference, however obliquely, into a conversation, it always made her smile. Her hands moved down to wrap around his waist.

"I want you to see something," she whispered into his ear before pulling away. When he turned to face her, she was across the kitchen, leaning on the table, and his jaw dropped.

Any other day, it might have been the hair he noticed first. Her long locks were sheared away into a short cut that, styled differently, wouldn't look terribly out of place with one of her flowery summer dresses. But today, his eyes latched onto the gray men's three-piece suit.

He'd seen her in drag before -- in fact, their first date after he proposed was to a Kings and Queens show ( "I said yes, but you should know about this before you say 'I do,'" she had said). But those other forays into her cross-dressing were usually limited to an oversized sports jersey with her hair swept under a ball cap or tucked into a leather jacket with a men's white T-shirt, jeans and a pair of biker boots. This was something else entirely.

"I hope you don't mind," she said. "I had Mr. Wong, the tailor, do some extra work on that suit the loose dog at the park tore up. He couldn't fix it, he said. Not unless you wanted to be showing your socks off to the whole precinct..."

Kevin was silent as she trailed off. Soon her cheeks began to flush and he could see a flash of red creep up her neck at the collar.

"It's stupid," she said as she undid the jacket. "I don't know what I was thinking." She shrugged out of the jacket and hung it on the back of a kitchen chair. "God, my hair," she whispered, but Kevin had stopped listening. He could only stare at the gray vest that snugly wrapped itself around her body, the yellow tie that disappeared beneath it and the crisp white sleeves that stretched from shoulders to cuffs.

The spatula clattered to the floor as something inside him snapped. It was only an intense fear of housefires that gave him the presence of mind to reach behind him and crank the dial of the burner to what he hoped was "off" before he went to her, reaching his destination in three strides, taking her in his arms and covering her mouth with his own as he kissed her deeply.

"You look great," he breathed into her ear, far more turned on than he could ever hope to explain or understand. She looked up at him.

"You really think so?"

"I do," he said as he kissed her neck.

"Good," she said as she pushed his shoulder, spinning him slightly before guiding him across the kitchen until his back met the wall. Along the way she hooked her shoe around the footstool he used to change the lightbulbs on the high ceilings that seemed so fabulous when they moved in, slid it over and stepped atop it in one motion.

The added height made her taller than him, and she tilted his face to her, leaning down to caress his lips and his tongue before moving to his neck. Her mouth was hot and wet as it traveled across his skin. His breaths came quick and shallow as he leaned his head back, giving her more taut canvas to explore from this new angle.

His hands moved to the vest, expertly working its buttons until it was open. With one end of the fabric in each hand, he pulled her closer until her hands went to his wrists, stopping him.

"There's something else," she whispered as she took his hands in hers. He gazed in her eyes, so beautiful and lusty but with just a touch of fear.


She laid his hands on her sides, underneath the vest, and guided them down, over her waist and hips until they rested on her thighs. Slowly, she brought them together until his thumbs and forefingers met at the front of her pelvis. He noticed the eerily familiar bump, then -- could feel it through the cloth of the trousers and shorts he knew she was wearing beneath.

"Uh, Jenny," he said with a swallow. "Is that, ummm..."

"I may have done some online shopping," she whispered as she moved his hands to her backside and leaned into him. Her mouth was back to his neck -- the opposite side this time -- but all he could feel was her new...addition...pressing itself into his own once-burgeoning erection. How had he missed it before?

"So, are you -aaha" he began as she nibbled on his earlobe, "are you, uh, going to enter the drag contests?"

"No," she said as she flicked her tongue across his adam's apple. "If it got out at the precinct...I could never do that to you..."

"So, it's..." he closed his eyes and tried to keep his train of thought as her hands moved across his body. "It's just for you then. For when you want to-"

"It's for us," she said. She was still kissing him, nuzzling his neck and sliding her hands over his body.

"For us?" He said absently, his focus beginning to wane beneath her touch. She moved back to his ear, and he could feel her breath, hot against him.

"I want to be inside you," she whispered.

And then everything went cold.

"You want to what-now?" he said, Perhaps he had misheard. She repeated herself, and Kevin could almost hear Richard Castle narrating the proverbial record-scratch.

"I want to be inside you."

"Okay," he said as he lifted her off the stool and set her feet back on solid ground. "This is where I get off the crazy-train."

"Kevin!" She looked hurt and angry, but he ignored her. Stepping around her, he picked the spatula off the floor and tossed it into the sink before grabbing a beer from the refrigerator. She scoffed at him as her hands went to her hips.

"So, what? Twenty seconds ago you were hot to go and now you're just going to drink a beer and fire up the old Xbox?"

"What do you want from me?" Kevin asked as he twisted the cap off his drink. He tossed it toward the trash, but it bounced off the edge and skittered across the floor. "I think I've been pretty goddamn understanding of a lot of things, but you come home packing a - a - a PENIS under there," he said as he waved his hand in her direction, "And I'm supposed to be happy when you say you want to ram it up-"

"Kevin Ryan don't get crude with me," she said coldly.

" 'Don't get crude,' Are you...this is unbelievable," he muttered as he headed out of the kitchen.

"I don't see what the big deal is!" she called after him. "I know you were with guys in college; we both experimented back then."

"I made out -- with my roommate -- when we were both three sheets to the wind," he exclaimed as he turned back to face her. "THIS is completely different. Completely."

Kevin stormed into the living room and sank onto the couch. The remote was next to him, and the videogame controller just a reach away, but he found himself staring blankly at the TV's dark screen while he listened to Jenny in the kitchen.

The faucet ran -- he was pretty sure she was washing the spatula. Cabinets opened and closed as she tidied up, and the broom swished across the floor until his bottle cap had been retrieved -- it sounded like it had gotten stuck under the stove. He thought briefly that he should go help her, but his legs refused to move.

Moments later she appeared, dropping onto the couch next to him, her own bottle in hand. There was only a cushion of space between them, but it may have been a mile. They sat in silence, both staring ahead save a few side-glances when each thought the other wasn't looking. At first, he looked at her hair and the way its new length framed her ear and showcased the long lines of her neck. But then his eyes traveled downward to the spot between her legs where he knew *it* was.

"I'm sorry," she finally said. "I didn't mean to just blurt it out like that."

"Oh, so there was a whole seduction plan," he replied, a hint of bitterness creeping into his voice. "Boy, I sure would've liked to know what THAT was."

"Well, you know, what do you want from me, Kevin?" Her voice, too, betrayed the frustration of the evening. "Pardon me for getting distracted. All this time, and you've never come on to me like that before-"

"That's because you've never been so hot before! -- Whoa, that did NOT come out right," he quickly added as she raised an eyebrow at him.

"It's the vest," she said finally as the corner of her mouth ticked up in an amused half smile.

"The what?"

"Vests," she said again. "I told you they were sexy."

They laughed. Not the deep belly-laughs of comedy, but rather the almost giggles of two people privy to an inside joke that had found its way 'round again. As their laughter died down, they bridged the gap between them, fingers mingling as they met at the middle cushion's center. And then there was silence again.

"I don't understand," Kevin finally said. "I mean, how would...that...do anything for you when it's not real and you can't feel it?"

Jenny coughed once before answering.

"There are some 'strategically placed' nubs in the...in the harness," she said. "They're battery powered and remote controlled, so, you know. Plus, from what I hear, just the motion is kind of a mental high. But maybe you have to be really imaginative for that, I don't know."

"Do you..." He paused, struggling to find words for a question he wasn't sure he wanted to ask. "Do you want it to be real?" he finally said. The question hung in the air, the possibilities of its answer almost painful between them.

"I don't know," she answered. "A year ago I'd have said..." she trailed off as her voice began to shake. She swallowed once and when she spoke again her voice was steady. "Not always," she finally said. "But sometimes I wonder."

He took another drink and the uncomfortable silence threatened to encroach again.

"Baby, it's okay," she said before it could. "We don't..." She took a deep breath. "Maybe we can...we can just wipe tonight from the books, no harm, no foul. I mean, this isn't what you signed up for, I know."

"But it's important to you?"

"You're important to me." Untangling their fingers, she took his hand in hers and gave a gentle squeeze. "It's okay."

A quietness filled the air. Not the uncomfortable silence that had hung previously, just a gentle, peaceful quiet. Neither had turned a light on, and the falling sun left a slight glow that was beginning to fade into a gray darkness. He watched her as she set her drink down and tugged at her tie. The knot traveled a few inches south and she undid a few buttons, loosening the collar of the white dress shirt. Arching her body and with one foot on the coffee table, she leaned back, resting her head on the back edge of their couch as the sun disappeared.

"You better get to work," he said finally.

"I'm sorry?"

"Hey, I am not an easy lay," he said with a smile. "I require wining and dining -- maybe a little more wining..."

She smiled as he spoke and scooted toward him.

"Wining and dining," she whispered in his ear before drawing lazy circles with her tongue. One hand combed through his hair as the other came to rest on the fabric of his T-shirt, just over his heart.

"Mm hmm," he answered. "And flowers would not be remiss."

"Flowers," she repeated as she kissed the corner of his mouth and then his cheek. "I thought maybe I'd just do this," she said, pressing her lips firmly to that spot at the edge of his jaw, just beneath his ear.

"Or that," Kevin groaned and pulled her onto his lap, her knees surrounding his hips. "That works, too." She leaned forward, pressing herself against him as her lips traveled up his neck and across his throat before finding purchase at his mouth.

She leaned back, breaking the kiss, and her hands went back to the tie around her neck. Loosening it further, she had just begun to pull it over her head when he grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands toward him. He kissed her fingers, rolling his tongue over one that slipped past his lips. He watched as her eyes closed and her chest heaved with each breath. He released her, and moved to her neck, undoing the tie's knot with practiced hands. When it was smooth once more, he gently tugged the larger end and watched the smaller rise beneath her collar until it reached her shoulder, disappeared around her neck and finally came free in his own hands.

She opened her eyes and reached for the free end of the tie, using it to draw them closer together. Their hands clasped and fingers curled around the tie until they melted into one another and the strip of fabric fluttered to the floor.

Chapter 2


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