Probably a one shot, might become a two shot. Because who doesn't like Tala a bit full of himself? ; 3

It's a miserable day.

The sun has ditched our pathetic little planet, and the sky is instead ruled by a solid blanket of depressingly blank clouds. It's a miserable day, but I'm well on my way home, so I am not miserable. I know, that would be tragic, right? Anyway, the road is clear of any other, less superior drivers, the trees outside are a dark verdant 'n' coffee blur, and my jet black Firebird is positively flying, purring like a kitty all the while. A very large, very stylish kitty…

I wonder what Ray's doing right now?

//15 minutes ago//

"Hello?" "Hey Tala, it's Ray. I'm thinking of taking some time off, so if don't expect to see me at the café for a bit."

//End flashback//

Hmm… I'll just stop by at the café later and ask for him.

….Why am I thinking about Ray?

Random. Okay, like I was saying, it's a miserable day, but I'm almost home, where my adorable baby is waiting for me.

What? Who says wolf/husky mutts can't be adorable? Wolborg is cuter than any of those wimpy, frou-frou dogs you see being carried around in handbags could ever be, without any of the revolting frills. So you see, despite the dreary world around me, I am not the least bit-

WREEEEEEEOOOOOWREEEOOOOOWREEEOOOO!!!

-Miserable. Forget the sirens, and the cop car behind me, I am doing freaking fantastic! Argh! I can't believe this! I cannot afford to get another ticket! If I do, those Nazis at court will take away my license! Can you imagine the nerve of those bastards? Are you feeling my pain?! FEEL MY PAIN, CURSE YOU! My lovely Firebird would be so lonely, it would miss me! I would certainly miss me, in any case.

I huff angrily, and slowly pull over, careful not to get so much as a scratch on my precious…

Don't even go there. Golem can't even begin to fathom my level of sexy.

The little freak.

Not wanting to come off as a drunk or crackhead who's just stolen a car, I quickly yank the rear-view mirror in my direction and make sure my appearance is at its usual level: The Smex.

Icy blue eyes peer at me from the smudged glass, surrounded by smooth, clear skin (I've worked very hard for that, I'll have you know,). Livid red hair, swept into two sides frame my reflections face, along with carefully arranged bangs and my two trademark strands.

Hastily, I make sure my outfit is straight (pfft…straight…). It consists of a delectable white shirt with light blue sleeves and baggy white cargo pants that drooped down to my black boots.

All right, Mister Copper. Bring it on.

Taptaptap!

Startled, I realize that the cop has gotten out and rapped on my window, obviously wanting me to talk to me. I take a deep breath, and slide my finger onto the button that lowers the window. The tinted glass, slow and suspenseful like a curtain being drawn at a play, reveals, inch by inch, the sexiest face I've seen since…

Well, since I looked in the mirror.

It's rude to stare. I'll stop in another three seconds or so…. Three… Two… Two and a half…

"Is there a problem, officer?"

I smile up at him playfully, an undeniable tinge of seduction about my voice. I'm not desperate, but he just looks so tasty in that uniform! It seems he declines from wearing the usual reflective sunglasses; those freak me out anyway. Instead I am met with sharp silver eyes, which look as if they would usually be frightening, but are now dawning an endearing, downright cute expression of surprise. (Heh, me and my odd sense of cute. But what can I say?)

Short, somewhat messy, but soft looking lilac hair is brushing onto the strong contours of his face, caressing the pale skin. I want to touch it.

His uniform is a deep, regal blue, and suggests an extremely able body hiding beneath the fabric.

He seems to be recovering. Oh, now he's talking!

"I need to see your license and identification, and I need you to get out of the vehicle, sir."

The words might be disappointing, but his voice is deep, and I am almost overtaken by a sudden desire to lick my lips. However, being the incredible person that I am, I manage to abstain from doing so. Instead, I smile angelically up at him once more while reaching into my pocket to retrieve the requested items from my wallet. I hand them over, making sure the skin of my hand makes contact with his.

Color leaks onto his cheeks. Too. Much. Fun.

He quickly scans the I.D., looking up at me from what I know to be a perfect, laminated image of me. I slowly climb out of the car, taking care that my figure is presented in the most appealing way. I even stretch a bit, as if to loosen up from driving. I wonder if I'm making him sweat? For some reason, I really hope I am.

"Tala- Ahem, Tala Ivanov?"

"At your service, Officer…?" Any service, any service at all. Just pick one, sweetheart.

"Kuznetsov. Bryan Kuznetsov."

It spills from his lips abruptly, as if he had been waiting to say it, hoping I would ask his name. Or maybe I'm fooling myself?

…Nah.

"Tala Ivanov, at your service, Officer Kuznetsov. Or, can I call you Bryan?"

He ignores both my comment and flirty wink, but he's fidgeting a bit. This could work out nicely.

"Mister Ivanov-"

"Please, call me Tala." You can even scream it if you want to. Please. Make. My. Day.

"Yes, well…Tala…you were doing 75 on a road with a speed limit of 60 mph. Do I really need to elaborate?"

"…Maybe." Come on, you can't resist the pout! NO ONE CAN RESIST THE POUT!

"Sir, I'm going to have to give you a ticket-"

"Nooooo!" I groan, pulling my face into the most adorably pathetic expression I can imagine. If the court hears about this, I'll lose my precious! He may be cute, but he's still a cop. "The road was completely clear, and you know as well as I do that rush hour was a veritable forever ago. Can't you let me off with a warning?"

He looks apprehensive, but I can tell he's considering it. This is it, I'm going in for the kill! It's now or never!

"I'll even buy you a drink or two in return. By your last name I'm guessing you're Russian, like me. I assume that means you can hold your drink?"

Take the bait. I know you love a challenge, you have to! I'm never wrong about these things! My eyes are widening almost imperceptibly with anticipation as I watch his face gradually set in resolve.

"You just asked me, a complete stranger, to let you off the hook…and you asked me out. For all you know, I'm straight and married with kids."

"Yes I did, and that took balls. Besides, you're much too young and attractive to be married."

"…Right. So here's my number, and you're going to call me no later than 8:30 and tell me where we'll meet." He slips a card into my hand, which I eagerly accept. "If you don't, I've got you're information, and a ticket with your name on it."

He sighs, head tilted downwards, with the hint of a smile tugging at tempting, distracting lips. The sight of it makes me feel like I haven't in a long while. "I have nothing to lose with this, Tala, but I'd appreciate it if you make it worth my while."

He doesn't expect the sultry kiss on his cheek (yes, I can make even a kiss on the cheek sultry, I'm just that good), and by the time he looks up, a small gasp escaping him, I'm leaning casually on my car door, hopefully looking like sexy personified. "I'll do my best. See you then, Officer Kuznetsov." I turn around and open the door, only to hear his voice as I climb in.

"Bryan. Call me Bryan."

I'm smirking wolfishly as I start the car, and give him one last mischievous wink. "See you around nine, Bry."

Remember how I was saying it's a miserable day? I lied. I don't care if it looks miserable outside, because there is a card in my hand with a certain cop's number on it that would argue otherwise.

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