Ace Detective Luke Atmey appreciated the finer things in life. That meant only the finest wine, the rarest paintings, and hardcover books.
And currently, he was appreciating the fine skirt that his cohort was wearing.
Franziska Von Karma was known for her temper and whip. And now she was working on a case of murder with Luke Atmey, known for his brilliance and arrogance. She was beautiful, even in fog of this blood-stained ally. Her light teal hair and silver-blue eyes, her thin frame, her long legs, the fact that she paretically radiated female fatale..
And suddenly he felt a god-awful stinging pain on his cheek. "Fool." Miss Von Karma muttered. "We are supposed to be investigating! I thought you said you were more competent than detective Scruffy!" He was right, female fatale. And he had managed to stain his gloves, again, with..
Blood? He rubbed his cheek again. Yep, he was bleeding. The cut wasn't too bad, but it was the third time tonight.
"Miss Von Karma, you may treat your other, eh, partners like this, but let me be the first to say that I do not appreciate the way you treat me one bit.."
She narrowed her eyes. She did not like being talked back to.
"I'll have you know I only reason I agreed to work with you is because I need to break my losing streak, Mister Atmey." she took a step forward, poking him in the chest.
"And I will not-"
Poke.
"Have a foolish fool who does not know his foolishness-"
Poke.
"Ruin this for me-"
He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him before she could poke him in the chest again.
"Now, I'm going to be loud and clear. I do not appreciate the way you treat me. Here's an idea. You keep your dominitrix fantasies out of business, treat me with respect, and I promise not to do this again, understood?" he said through gritted teeth.
"Do what?" she growled in reply.
He kissed her. She sunk into it, closed her eyes, enjoy every wonderful second. The world seemed to stop, or at least go slower, it was only him and her...
Then she came to her senses, pulled away, and slapped him. It took a second to register, and suddenly he noticed his cheek was bleeding again.
"Respect. Yes, I do believe I can do that, detective." she said, starting to walk out of the alley. "Well, come on. We've got witnesses to interview."
Luke Atmey still appreciates the finer things. This means expensive restaurants, operas, and a very, very fine prosecutor by the name of Franziska Von Karma.
TAKE THAT IRONY, YOU COLD-HEARTED MISTRESS! YOU HAVE YET TO HIT ME WITH THE LARGE ROCK THAT IS WRITER'S BLOCK!