Title: Good Cop, Bad Cop
Rating: M (slight sexual content)
Pairing: Miles/Ana
She comes in to the station with a man in handcuffs, and from the looks of it she's put them on too tight. Miles thinks there must be a certain kinkiness to that, as she pulls him closer and mutters something in his ear about not overdosing in an aeroplane bathroom.
"Whataya you looking at?" she mumbles as the prisoner is taken away, and Miles only smirks slightly in return. Of course, he's on to her. He knows about the deals she's been making, the rules she's been breaking. It's never a surprise anymore when a prisoner goes missing or acquires mysterious bruising that wasn't there the day before.
Her secret's safe with him though.
She takes off her dark sunglasses and pushes her messy fringe out of her eyes. Miles gives her a burning look and she returns it with an understanding glare, shoving past him to the locker room. He follows after, stealing a quick glance around the room before closing the door behind them and locking it.
"You're a sick man, detective," she breathes, a tiny smirk across her wet lips as she pushes him against the closed door and reaches for the buttons of his shirt.
"You're pretty twisted yourself, Officer Cortez," he sneers and tears off the heavy utility belt around her waist.
Miles never considered himself a bad cop before this; before Ana Lucia. But there was something about her that made him want to bend the rules; the feeling of her body squirming beneath his and the sound of her muffled groans against his shoulder, the smell of her hair in his face and the heart attack he gets every time he thinks someone is at the door.
As always, she doesn't say anything afterwards and occupies herself with the buttons of her shirt. Miles finishes with his shoe laces and catches her gaze; full of anger, full of devilish satisfaction. A part of him can't believe what he's just done, the rest of him still drunk on her scent and her touch.
She'll be back again tomorrow, he thinks and tries to hide that mischievous smirk of his, because she knows he can destroy her if he wanted to. She shoots him one last lingering glare and heads for the door, and Miles can't help but think he's no better than that drug-addicted lowlife she brought in earlier.