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Hutch's Big Embarrassment

by

Ashley

   The restaurant's atmosphere was cozy and romantic. Detective Stephanie Sinclair from juvenile division and Detective Kenneth Hutchinson had been working for weeks without a break. They had been seeing each other for the last three months. They were enjoying their Saturday night date, and Steph's eyes told Hutch the night was going to be a long and sweet one.

   Smiling, he took a sip of wine. He'd had to pull in a lot of favors to get tonight off, and he knew it would be worth every one of them. Across the table, Steph admired the man she loves more then any man she's ever loved. He wore tan slacks, silk shirt the color of his eyes, and sharp navy blazer.

   Then again, Steph sighed to herself, Kenneth Hutchinson could be wearing a gunnysack and he'd still be the most handsome man in the room.

   She took a bite of her salad and discreetly slipped her left shoe off, then slowly raised her foot until it rested between Hutch's thighs. The long tablecloth hid everything, but Hutch's cheeks reddened anyway.

   He raised his wineglass and took another sip, his blue eyes dancing. Steph wiggled her toes, letting them lightly tease him. Hutch's eyes widened, his expression a mixture of delight and embarrassment. She grinned wickedly as she continued to eat her salad.

   "Steph," Hutch said, his voice low and husky, "Keep that up and I'm not liable to be standing up for awhile."

   "Oh on the contrary, my darling Detective, you are quite a stand up guy." She winked and leaned forward to reach for a roll, allowing him a tantalizing glimpse of her lush breasts.

   Hutch gave her a heated gaze, desire and love washing over him. He loved it when she got into one of her wicked moods, when she took a special delight in letting him know exactly what she wanted from him.

   After all those years of routine lovemaking with women he had dated, or with Vanessa it was every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday whether they wanted to or not, he couldn't get enough of Steph's playful, steamy ways. It was heaven to be wanted by a beautiful woman like her.

   "Lord I love it when you're wicked." he said out loud, reaching for her hand.

   "Me, wicked?" she replied innocently, letting her toes curl around the growing bulge in his slacks.

   "Stephie!" Hutch choked on his roll.

   "Easy now," Steph purred," you wouldn't want me to call Johnny Gage and Roy DeSoto, Squad 51's paramedics. now would you?" she winked.

   "Ooh... just wait until we get home," he growled, his blue eyes dark with desire.

********

   The ride home consisted of more sweet torture as Hutch struggled to keep his mind on the road and off what Steph's hands were doing to him.

   "Woman, you're gonna make me drive right off this-oh yeah!" he hissed as her fingers lowered his zipper and slipped inside.

   "What was that? Did you want me to stop?" Steph murmured, her breath warm against his neck.

   "No," he groaned, "Don't you dare." Her muffled giggles filled the air.

********

   They finally got to her place by the beach, and Hutch wasted no time in carrying her inside and up to the bedroom. Their lovemaking was quick, hungry and intense. Still shuddering with pleasure, he closed his eyes as he rolled off of Steph and pulled her on top of him.

   "I'm too old for this. I think I need some O2." he groaned with pleasure.

   "You old? Hardly my darling Ken. You can still chase criminals and catch them with the best of them." She smiled and kissed him, her silky strawberry blonde hair tickling his cheek.

   "Yeah, well you sure know how to get me started. " he said with a lazy grin.

   "Mmmm. I just can't help myself," she whispered, reaching underneath her pillow.

   Hutch laughed softly, not noticing. "Lucky me." His laughter continued as she dangled her cuffs in front of him, a wicked gleam in her eye.

   "Stephanie Elizabeth Sinclair, you wouldn't!"

   "Oh? I don't recall you complaining last time." she grinned and snapped the cuffs around his wrists, then cuffed him to the brass headboard. "Besides, how else can I properly ravish you, my dear old Police Detective?"

   "Stephie!" Hutch groaned as a fresh, sharp wave of pleasure washed over him.

   Laughing, she proceeded to show off her unique brand of sweet torture. Slowly she ran her hands all over his chest, ignoring below his waist… Hutch moves his hips up toward her… "Please Steph, touch me.. I can't stand it, please." She looked in his glazed blue eyes, "Not yet my dear."

   Hutch was breathing so hard, he thought his heart would jump out of his chest.. "Oh God Steph. Please take off my boxers, I'm ready to bust out of them… Please."

   She continued her sweet torture like she hadn't heard him. She licked his left nipple while her other hand was near his naval. She started rubbing her breast against his chest. Hutch's ragged groans mingled with Steph's soft cries.

   "Sweetheart…take these cuffs off so I can love you." Hutch's voice was a low drawl.

   Gasping with pleasure, Steph reached for the key and started to unlock the cuffs. "Oh no!"

********

   "What honey?" Hutch asked a bit worried.

   "Ken?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Um...the key broke."

   "What?"

   "The key, Ken! It broke in the lock!" Steph's voice rose with panic.

   "WHAT?" Swearing under his breath, Hutch began to struggle against the cuffs that bound him to the bed.

   "No, don't! You'll hurt yourself!" Steph tried to stop him.

   "Stephie, tell me this is a joke? Please?" Hutch asked in total panic.

   "Ken, I'm sorry! I don't know how this could have happened..."

   "Oh great! Now what?"

   "Honey.. I think I'm going to have to call Starsky and the fire department." Steph looked at his the cuffs and could see a bit of blood on his wrists… "Ken, I have to do something."

   "What? Are you crazy? I'll never hear the end of it! No!" Hutch was shaking his head and thinking great Starsk is going to bug me about this for the rest of my life…and worse then that the fire department…oh man I can't believe this.

   Steph sighed and gazed down at him, "You got a better idea?"

   Hutch shook his head. "I just hope Roy and Johnny aren't on duty tonight."

   Steph ran over to the phone and dialed 911.. Yes I need the fire department at 2117 Venice Beach. Yes it's an emergency. Please hurry… Thank you.

   Hutch shook his head as he looked at his wrists and the blood running down his arm… "Oh man, how do I get my self into these predicaments." He started giggling when he thought now this has to be the craziest thing that we have ever done.

   Steph dialed Starsk's number, she knew he was going out with Tiffany, but she thought maybe they'd be home by now…the phone rang and rang. No answer… She then dialed the police station and told them to radio Zebra 3 and tell them to get to 2117 Venice Beach…. Control told her they would try Starsky every ten minutes…

   She ran down the stairs to wait for the fire department. She started pacing around the living room. "Me and my stupid ideas," she mumbled to her self.

********

   In Station 51, the guys were watching tv when the tones sounded…

   BEEEEP, BEEEEP BEEEEP!" All the guys ran to the engine and the squad.. Roy was home with the flu, so Craig Brice was filling in. Johnny couldn't stand him. He always does everything by the book and has no bedside manner.

   "Station 51, unknown type rescue, 2117 Venice Beach. 2117 Venice Beach. Time out, 22:12"

********

   As the engine and squad came to a stop in front of Steph's house, Captain Stanley looked at Johnny and said, "Isn't this Detective Stephanie Sinclair's house? You and Roy were here two weeks ago when she and Hutch gave a party."

   Johnny was about to answer him when they heard a siren and saw a red Torino skid to a stop and Starsky and Tiffany got quickly out of the car. Starsky ran up to them. "Hey guys what's going on? Is there a fire? Who placed the call?

   Johnny put his hand on Starsky's shoulder. "Hey easy Starsky there's no fire… Let my Captain go in first. I'm sure it's not serious because dispatch would have said something other then unknown rescue."

   Captain Stanley was already at the door by the time the others got to the door. "Fire department!" Hank Stanley called.

   Steph answered the door and blushed and giggled when she noticed Tiffany and Starsky standing behind the Captain and the paramedics. All she could say before bursting into a laughing fit was, "Upstairs!"

   She looked at Starsky and Tiffany as they ran in. She kept giggling and tears ran down her face from laughing so hard. "Dave, promise me you won't laugh when you go upstairs. Ken will kill you if you do."

   Starsky was very confused at seeing her laughing when she or Hutch had called the fire department. "Steph what's going on? Did you call the fire department?" he asked while following the firemen up the stairs.

   Steph nodded and repeated what she had said to him before, "Please Dave don't laugh when you see your partner. Please."

   Cap Stanley jogged up the stairs, followed by Mike Stoker the engineer, and Johnny. Starsky, Tiffany were behind them and Steph took up the rear, Steph had not stopped laughing. Johnny asked as he walked up the stairs, "Steph? What seems to be--"

   The lanky fire captain put a hand over his mouth to hide his laughter as he came upon the sight of Detective Kenneth Hutchinson handcuffed to the bed, wearing little more than his boxers and a very embarrassed grimace.

   Johnny looked from behind the Captain's shoulders and saw what his captain had just seen.. He chuckled as he looked at Hutch. They made their way in the room, standing at the foot of the bed…"Just hanging around, Hutch?" Johnny said, choking on his laughter.

   "Oh, it would have to be you guys! Well I'm telling you now, not ONE word. Not one. Just keep your mouths shut and get me the hell out of these things." Hutch sputtered. Hutch turned his head toward the door in embarrassment then he noticed his partner and Tiffany coming in the room.. "Great, oh just great now my partner and his girlfriend are here. Starsk, not one word do you hear me." He wished he could crawl in a hole and hide forever.

   "What.." Johnny struggled to regain his composure, "what seems to be the problem?"

   "The key broke in the lock." Steph's voice squeaked, her face bright red. She noticed Starsky standing silently nearby, the only sign of his amusement a lopsided grin. He knew better than to say a word. It was only a week ago that Tiffany had used cuffs resulting in a 3 a.m. call to Steph... could she bring over the key? And could she hurry. Starsky really had to pee!

   Tiffany locked eyes with her sister Steph, her gaze telling her, she remembered too.

   Johnny and Cap walked over and gingerly inspected the cuffs. Johnny turned to look at his Captain "Cap, were going to need the bolt cutters."

   Cap turned around and told Mike Stoker to go and get the bolt cutters.

   "Right Cap." Mike, stifled giggle followed him down the stairs.

   "You do realize that equipment like this should never be used by untrained personnel." a cool voice said.

   "Could this get any worse?" Hutch asked the ceiling as Craig Brice strode in with the biophone and the trauma box. Johnny and Roy had told Starsky and Hutch about this guy Craig Brice and whenever he or Roy were hurt they would suffer working with Brice.

   "For your information, I am an officer, and so is he." Steph said pointing to herself and then to Hutch. " He's a Detective, and I'm also a Detective, you twit!" Stephanie snapped, her embarrassment overriding her good manners.

   "Brice, what are you doing with that stuff? What are you going to treat him for, embarrassment?" Johnny asked, his head turned the other way. He stuck his tongue out at Brice. Starsky and Eileen saw this and giggled..

   "I'm just following procedure, Gage. You might try it sometime."

   "Why you-" Johnny hissed through gritted teeth.

   "SHUT UP! Both of you!" Hutch snapped.

   Brice ignored him. "Rampart, this is Squad 51, do you read?"

   "Go ahead 51." Dixie's voice replied.

   "Rampart, we have a male victim, approximately 29 years of age.

   "Victim" Hutch asked out loud, throwing daggers at Brice.

   Brice ignored him. "Rampart, this is Squad 51, do you read?"

   "Go ahead 51." Dixie's voice replied.

   "Rampart, we have a male victim, approximately 29 years of age. Victim was trapped in a pair of handcuffs and has abrasions on both wrists. Stand by for vitals."

   "Yeah and the cuffs are DOA." Chet snickered, the joker of Station 51. Johnny had to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud.

   Starsky turned his head away so Hutch couldn't see him laugh. Starsky whispered in Tiff's ear.. "I can't believe this. Poor Hutch he must be so embarrassed… Thank God you didn't call the fire department when it happened to us.."

   Tiff giggled, "Yeah, I'm glad Steph was able to get us free.."

   Mike returned with the cutters and in a few seconds Hutch was free. He sat stone-faced as Brice took his pulse and BP.

   "Rampart, BP is 140 over 80, Pulse is 120, Respiration is 30."

   "Will you just get the hell out of here. I'm fine. Vitals are okay. Now get the hell out of my sight. Johnny can you do some thing about this twit?" He looks at Johnny and notices him shaking his head.

   "Damn, did you hear that? Hutch is steamed good!" Mike whispered.

   "Wouldn't you be?" Hank whispered back.

   "51, does victim have a history of hypertension?"

   Johnny grabbed the biophone out of Brice's hand. "No Rampart. Victim is just extremely pissed off." he replied, ignoring Hutch's steely gaze.

   "10-4 51. Bandage the abrasions and transport Non Code R." Dixie made no effort to hide the amusement in her voice.

   "Okay, enough, You had your laugh for the year. I am not going anywhere in an ambulance. Go help someone who needs it, will ya?" Hutch yelled, then turned and looked at his partner. Can't you drive me?"

   Brice snapped the biophone shut. "Sorry, we have our orders."

   Starsky shrugged his shoulders and made a face at Brice

   Hutch had no choice, he had to ride in the ambulance… He wouldn't let Brice touch him again. " John don't let this guy touch me or I might do some thing crazy."

********

   Once they got to Rampart Dixie was waiting. When she saw whom the patient was she almost fell over with laughter. "Well hello Detective Hutchinson, we meet again." Hutch had been a patient at Rampart hospital a few months ago when he had to have his tonsils taken out. That was a comedy in its self.

   Hutch moaned and smiled nervously. "Dix not one word...I've had enough from these guys tonight. All I want is to get out of here and go home and forget about this night."

   Hutch sat on the exam table in Treatment 4, swearing softly. Steph sat in the corner, wincing. Starsky and Tiffany stood next to Steph…they were amused but didn't say anything. There would be time to do that later.

   Lord Steph, you're never gonna be able to make up for this, she thought.

   Kelly Brackett breezed it, holding a chart. He stopped for a minute to take in the sight of the extremely angry police detective who he has grown fond of and equally embarrassed and contrite friend Stephanie. He knew her family since she was 5 years old.

   Kel smiled and looked at Hutch's wrist… "What happened Detective Hutchinson?"

   "Nothing. Not a damn thing. Can I go now?" Hutch was not in the mood to tell Brackett what really had taken place back at Steph's house.

   Kel tried not to laugh. He'd already heard the whole story in minute detail, courtesy of Craig Brice.

   "Okay, there's nothing serious here. You're free to go."

   Steph let out a long breath of relief as she followed Hutch out of the exam room. He was silent as they made their way outside.

********

   "Oh Ken," she said in a small voice, "I'm so sorry. Will you ever forgive me?" Tears filled her eyes. Hutch climbed into the car without answering.

   When they got home, he walked upstairs without a word. Steph sank on to the couch, dejected. Well Steph. You've really done it this time. He's never gonna forgive you for this...tears blurred her vision. A few minutes later she heard footsteps on the stairs.

   " Steph I--" Hutch 's voice stopped. "Steph?"

   "Yeah?" she looked up, choking back her tears.

   "You coming? I ran a bubble bath. I think we could both use it." His voice was soft.

   "You…you mean you aren't mad?"

   Hutch stepped off the stairs and walked over to her, his eyes widening when he saw her tearstained face. He dropped down beside her and pulled her close.

   "Oh baby, don't cry..."

   "I'm sorry Ken."

   "Hey, it was a stupid accident," he slipped a hand under her chin and tipped her face up. "Do you really think I could ever stay angry with you?" he smiled, his voice gentle. "But no more cuffs. You don't need to take me into custody anyway. I've been yours since the first day I saw you, and I'm not going anywhere."

   "Oh Ken! I love you!"

   "And I love you more!" he said as he kissed her neck. "So are you ready to take that bath now?" She nodded and smiled. They held hands on the way up the stairs.

THE END