WARNING! EROTICA!

We can call this a squeal to "Peaches and Roses". I have been meaning to do a second part to that for a while now and never had the right motivation. I just wasn't feeling it. But seeing JGL in his cop uniform for DKR, I'm feeling it again!

Check out my profile pic if you have not seen him. Tell me you don't love him!

Since seeing him in his cop uniform for the DKR, I have wanted to write a FF about it. He looks so damn good. Love the swagger!

Lazarus76 gave me the idea but this is dedicated to JGL. He brought this on himself looking all hot and Arthur-esq in the uniform. Love you baby! Can't wait for the movie!

Good Cop

~ Ariadne heard a noise. The sound of breaking glass in her empty apartment. She had been hovering on the precipice of sleep and tiny tendrils of the dream world were invading her mind. The reverberation of movement in what should have been her empty living room made her freeze like a frightened rabbit and huddle there under her covers. She strained her ears to hear a noise again as her heart beat wildly in her chest.

She tried to pick up the noise again. But only silence could reach her. Slowly, quietly, she left her bed and reached for her cell phone. In her careful, well practiced French, she told the operator their was someone in her apartment.

~ "Madam, we see no evidence of any intruders." The congenial little police officer and his partner said after looking over her small living room. They were both older and used to the nervous calls of skittish residents in the relatively safe neighborhood.

They looked over the doors and windows of her rooms and pronounced that none of them had been pried or forced open.

Ariadne felt foolish. Perhaps she had been dreaming and had only imagined she had heard something.

"I'm sorry to have dragged you down here." She apologized in English. The two French Police officers were kind and polite.

"Madam, there is nothing to be sorry for. One can not be too careful." One of the older men said.

"Just don't open the door unless you know who it is first." The other Officer said. She nodded and thanked them again and the made their leave.

~ "Are you sure you don't want me to come over?" Arthur said over the phone. "I don't mind driving all night."
"No, it's alright. I must have just imagined it." Ariadne told him. "I feel so stupid." She confessed.

"Your not stupid." The Point Man said affectionately. "You can't be too careful."

"I know, I only wish the police they had sent over were better looking and younger." She admitted. The lack of sleep and the fact that it was only one in the morning made her feel giddy.

"Why is that?" Arthur asked. His low, sexy voice teasing her.

"I've always had a thing for police. I think it's the uniform." She admitted slyly. "That and they have such authority and protectiveness."

"Oh really? You never told me this." Arthur said. "I guess I should have become a cop." The Point Man said ruefully.

"No, if you were a cop I would be worried about you all the time and all the women would be after you." She admitted. He chuckled.
"So are you going to bed now?" He asked as she snuggled back under her covers. She like to hear his voice as she was curling into her bed.

"Yes, when are you going to be back?" She asked feeling sleepy.

"In the morning. The job went pretty well. Cobb and the client were both happy." He told her softly. She could almost feel him kissing her goodnight.

"I love you." he breathed into the phone.
"I love you to." She whispered before hanging up and falling off into happy slumber.

~ She had been sleeping heavily when a loud forceful banging bolted her awake.

"Ma'am!" Came a sharp voice. Insistent, authoritative, and almost brutal. "I need you to open the door!"

For the second time that night, Ariadne felt her heart start to beat wildly in her chest as fear took hold of her. It was three in the morning and someone was pounding on her door so forcefully it shook the frame. It came again, that pounding.

"Ma'am!" The man on the other side called again. More insistent and angry. His accent not French at all but American.

"Who... who is it?" She said pulling on a robe and brushing her hair away from her face.
"Police! I need you to open your door." He said angrily.

"Your people were just here." She told him through the closed door. "Everything's alright."

"Ma'am, I'm not going to tell you again to open this door." Came the man's stern voice.

Something in that voice struck a cord. It was familiar, but not in the way she was expecting.

"Arthur?" She said in disbelief as she turned the lock tumblers and opened her door.

There he stood, fully decked out in a Gotham PD beat cop's uniform. Complete with badge and belt.
"Arthur?" She whispered again. A hand going to her mouth as she tried to smother a smile. He looked so handsome, it would have been a very good career choice for him indeed.

"Ma'am, is there someone in your apartment?" The Point Man said seriously. His face a deep scowl. She cleared her throat and half hid herself behind her front door.

"Um, no. No, Officer, I'm all alone." She admitted sensing immediately this was a part of the game they so often loved to play.

"I need to search the premises and make sure. We've had some worried calls." He said resting his hands on his belt. His "costume" was even complete with a real side arm.

"It's very late officer." She said trying to keep a strait face and not focus on how powerful and commanding he looked just now. It almost made her knees go weak at the very sight of him. She loved this side of him. This sobering darkness that he would occasionally let lose on her.

The Point Man had certain... needs. Needs that he had only begun to share with her. They had played their games of tying her up and blindfolding her, but never role playing. She felt a certain fire start to stir with in her body now as she could just imagine what he had planed for her.

"Ma'am, I'm not asking." Arthur said. His tone completely cold and professional. She could almost swear he was police man at her door.

She stepped aside and allowed him to enter her apartment. The sound of his heavy shoes and leather belt moving with his body sent waves of pleasure into her brain.

"Where did you get that?" She asked in a whisper as she shut and locked the door behind them. He turned around to face her. His eyes were cold and angry.

"Get what, ma'am?" He asked.

She smiled and shook her head. He was in character, fully. He would not break from it until he was ready. She had no choice but to play along.

"Ma'am do you live alone?" He asked.

"Um, yes officer. My boyfriend is out of town. Won't be back till tomorrow." She told him.

"Well, there have been a lot of break ins. We have to check into each apartment." He told her looking around each room. Perfectly true to the role he was in.

"Well, thank you so much for coming out." She told him. "I feel safer already." She said.

She couldn't help herself. She made a slight reach for the fabric of his coat. He just looked so handsome, she had to touch him.

Quick as lightning, his hand grabbed hers. Not in a forceful way that would hurt her. Never, would he hurt her. But his cold, biting eyes and scowl turned on her and made her quiver in slight fear.

"Ma'am, were you reaching for my gun?" He almost growled.

"Um, no Officer. I wasn't..." She found herself stammering like a school girl who had gotten into trouble.

"Well I think you were. It's a very serious offense. What you just did."

I'm sorry, sir." She whispered.

"I'm afraid that's not going to be good enough." He growled. "Your said your all alone here?" He asked looking around them once more.

"Yes." She almost squeaked. A delicious thrill like fear went down her body making her sex quiver with electric joy.

"Good." The Police Man said.