ME: The following content occurs in a fictional story because the author of said story said so, do not attempt. I repeat, do NOT try this at home readers. You've been warned boys. Seriously, keep your perversions in check.
This author does not condone suicide by immense stupidity.
Lieutenant Shangmu had been assigned to the Republic City Police Force's elite SWAT unit for a reason, and that was mainly because of his skills as a cop.
If officers were selected on their ability to deal with hormones, he'd have never been assigned to Zanna.
No, Captain Zanna. His superior in SWAT despite being roughly the same age, she was attractive to say the least. Short black hair and blue eyes alluded to a mixed heritage common in the URN, and her face was easy on the eyes.
Not that any of the Triad thugs they ran into were dumb enough to comment on it.
He kept glancing down below her belt, glad she wasn't looking in his direction.
Shangmu wanted to "express" his feelings, but a wiser part of him restrained himself. If the Captain felt his hand touch her rear, Zanna would kill him.
The Lieutenant thought about it long and hard, but his emotions ultimately overrode logic.
"Yolo," Shangmu said casually as he slapped her ass.
Zanna yelped as her ass stung from the impact, her trousers not doing much to protect her. Then she turned as the entire station noticed what was going on and glared at him before kneeing the Lieutenant in the groin.
Later, resting on the floor (for Zanna destroyed his bed), Shangmu said two words.
"Worth it."