Nuit de Passion
Phase I
Une Décision du Coeur
By
Ebalawn JFR
To you the readers and other writers of Fan Fiction who stumble upon this story. This is the first prequel to SCIC, this will be among other ones that I'm planning to write for Sly Cooper. I have posted other versions of this story but I was never happy with them. I hope that you enjoy this newest update and please review. I want to hear what you guys thought about it, the chrism and comments all contribute to improving my writing.
The translation of the chapter is Night of Passion, Phase 1, A Decision of the Heart. The title was originally Night of Significance and now it is Nuit de Passion. The title has changed and a lot of the story will as well, but it will mostly stay the same. This is rated M, for mature language unfit for children, and later on more intimate and descriptive sections, which.
Enjoy and review to tell me what you guys thought, and I hope you truly enjoy this, yours truly and always JFR. Also I left this for last, this takes place after the battle with Clockwerk in Thievius Raccoonus and a month after.
As a day brightens and wanes so must the others that come after the prior. As the sun slowly rose, shafts of light diminished the darkness, that others knew as simply as night. As dusk steadily became dawn the darkness resided to shadows but would once again return. This embodied the mortality of one who thought himself to be a god among the other mortals of the world, not realizing that he, just like all was vulnerable to death's scythe, which another acted as the instrument to. As did night fall so did the horrific devil forged monstrosity that had stalked and silenced a clan that was just as old as himself. As did the sun rise and night slain, so was the owl that manifested itself into a cold metal machine, that stalked in the night. But as light of day claimed victory so would night sooner or later, and so would the foe of the clan. For now though, a single son of this clan who was presumably thought was the last, could rejoice. He could now revel in the fact that he had just completed a feat none of his predecessors could. For when two rival clans go at arms one must fall, or both in the struggle, or as a grim alternative, both would surely fall and leave the few to dwell on the madness caused by the bloodshed.
The volcano, which was known as Krack Karov by the nearby inhabitants started to see the effects of the sun as the scorched rock took on a ruby hue. At this stage of the day, Sly was on a platform overlooking the scorching pool of lava. He had been above that same entrancing but deadly force of nature for what seemed like an eternity. Around a quarter of an hour ago or somewhere around there, he had overcome the Coopers most formidable foe, Clockwerk. Sylvester had been staring into the flames since the old bird had become no more than inactive, melting metal. A nightmare that many of the Cooper Clan had wished to be only just that, a nightmare, had plagued the Coopers for thousands of years. He was finally gone.
The owl that had claimed more than a few of Sly's ancestors, then he eventually transformed itself into a machine, fueled on vengeance to destroy the continuation of the Coopers. What his family had done to set this ancient birds rage and murderous spree through time still remained a mystery to the raccoon, even now as he looked into the volcano. All he knew for certain was that it was over, the murderer of his family finally vanquished, no longer a threat to him or the ones he held most dear. Unbeknownst to him the owl was not yet destroyed and like a phoenix being reborn he would rise again. This was not known to the coon so why would he worry about such matters.
Sly admitted to himself that he had been driven to slay Clockwerk in act of revenge, for his parents and the rest of his family who had fallen to the owls talons. The psychopath was thorough, and didn't just stop with the holder of the cane and their mate and child, he went after all attached to that Cooper. He went for that Cooper's parents, siblings, everyone, and he didn't stop there, he had murdered all of Sly's mother's side as well, her parents, uncles, sisters. All of them, gone, gone because of the Thievius Raccoonus and being affiliated with the Cooper Clan. The owl did not though get all the Coopers throughout time, some were able to evade him for their entire life time. Others were not so lucky but they had been smart enough to pass on the Thievius Raccoonus on to their next line of kin.
As though seeing his family being murdered wasn't enough the mechanism had haunted his dreams for near on eleven years. Some would say that he would have eventually gotten over his parents murder. He never had, and mostly likely never would. And with that monster dead his desire for revenge had left him, leaving him oddly, confused and relieved. Confused because it felt like he had lost motive to his life, and relieved because now he didn't have to sleep with one eye open, waiting for the day he would face his ancestors most dreaded of foes. He also felt relieved because the revenge seeking part of him was gone and he was glad to see it go. The thief was one to keep his anger in check and emotions hidden so people couldn't predict him. Since he and his gang arrived at the volcano he noticed he was more foolish and clumsy in his actions then he had been in years.
Seeing his parents die and their corpses bloodied and torn open had followed him through the hours which he rested and that when he was awake. Seeing the memory replay behind his eyes whenever he was tired or just wanting to quit, he had used this as his fuel for his hate and desire to finally kill the murderer of his family, his clan. This nightmare that he had been a part of was finally gone but the scars would not fade nor leave, he could not forget but he could live his life and not focus on the past.
As he stared into the scorching inferno, his eyes glazed over in thought musing about what had just transpired and he agreed about one thing that the owl had said. Clockwerk had been right about one thing in their banter, one that he had started to gain time. He had also sought to get answers from the owl. The Thievius Racconus, without it he wouldn't be here, nor would Clockwerk by chance. He had argued it took a great thief to make the book, but he was wrong in one area. It did take a great thief to make the first entry to it. But over time the book brought up the next heir of the book then he or she would pass it down to his son or daughter and so forth. All adding their tales to it, adding their skills, biographies and their own great heists. Without the first Cooper to add his first account into the book, then others wouldn't have followed in their ancestors footsteps.
He sighed letting out some of his emotional stress, while his gloved hand wiped away the sweat on his forehead. His dark silver fur was shining from the perspiration which the dancing flames of the volcano making his once silver fur give off an unnatural gleam. He closed his eyes and felt the heat on his eye lids instantly. He kept his eyes closed for a minute or maybe less, he did not know, time seemed to have become slower that hour of the morning.
His head couldn't process that he had survived such an ordeal when so many had failed, and it took a weight from his chest that he hadn't realized was there. His otherwise handsome facial features which had become tired and worn out from the fight, formed slowly into a smile. Not his trademark arrogant or mischievous ones, but that of exhaustion. Could he keep up being a thief, keep trying to make his family proud and to continue his ancestors line of work as was the duty of the holder of the Cane. He didn't know.
He did know that he wouldn't do this forever, but when he stopped what then? Would he finally hand himself to the authorities, or would he just disappear and live in hiding for the rest of his days. The more he thought and pondered upon it the more frustrated and tired he got, it was simply just too much to even consider at the moment, he was only nineteen and had an entire life in front of him still.
And these thoughts would always lead to his past, his parents, his home. He had grown up without his parents or his brother, the three people he wished he could have known more about, but he never would, no one could turn the clock back or stop something from happening when it happened. Everyone lived with the consequences that their decision made, even if you weren't the one who made them. He wished he could do something to stop that night from happening but also pushed it away, if it hadn't of happened he would have never met his best pals Murray or Bentley. He would have even met Mrs. Fox, sure she was always firing electrical bolts at him with that shock pistol of hers. That did little to diminish his feelings for her.
Whenever his thoughts turned to the law enforcing vixen he couldn't help but day-dream. She was such a beautiful women. A beautiful body, no one could argue that, other men would agree with him, but unlike most men he had met who just desired her body, he wanted all of her. He knew her personality. She was rigid to law breaking no matter how small and had a very clear black and white view on it. She was equally determined in arresting all law breakers, from murderers to jay walkers. He respected that quality in her, and found that it also attracted him toward her. He knew this side of her but he wanted to the know the off work vixen as well.
He always made time to compliment her on her skills, her intelligence, beauty and anything else he found admirable about her and whatever he knew would make her blush underneath her fur. Words and comments about her that he knew she wanted to hear. He had risked getting arrested a few times over the years to flirt with her and he could tell that it irritated her but he had also seen that she somewhat enjoyed the polite wooing. She had even flirted back, trying to catch him off guard and she had come close to arresting him once. He knew it was nothing serious from her, just attempts to distract him, but he always tucked some of it away. He hoped that one day she could see past him being a thief and maybe one day look at him as a friend or even as a potential mate.
These thoughts and emotions that came from them added to his already tired and exhausted mind. This caused a single tear to make its way down his cheek, leaving a damp trail on his gray fur. The orb fell from his visage, but never reached the metal plating of the protruding balcony, it evaporated from the heat around him.
The scorching fire emanating from the volcano was making precipitation build up into small beads on his forehead which slowly dripped into his eyes or down his face. He wiped away some of it in a useless attempt to subdue it but the sweat just built back up right after he swiped it away. He put aside his bodies need to cool off, he didn't want to go just yet.
His thoughts returned back to his past. It had been eleven years ago that the monstrous creature slew his parents, leaving him and his brother orphans. It had been years ago since this happened but he would never forgive and never forget about what he saw and heard that night. This was his revenge for that night, he had finally killed the monster, but still felt saddened from what it symbolized, it just reminded him and made him think about what could have been. He hid this inwardly except for the single tear that fell, while his outside remained calm and emotionless which was a first for him.
Sly besides feeling saddened by his loss, was feeling whole again, like the Thievius Racconus with all its pages returned. He hadn't noticed it but he had felt like something was missing in him for a very long time. It was something he couldn't explain, it was in a way acceptance. And he didn't have to keep looking into the shadows of the sky to see something looming above him. Not having to look to the sky, hoping not to see the dark silhouette of that owl.
The acceptance he felt, it felt like he had finally earned his worth to his ancestors, being the only one to defeat Clockwerk was no small feat. He was whole again, his life now could continue without the fear of winged death above him every night. All he needed to do now after his little revelation was over was to escape the volcano before authorities arrived in number, but he secretly hoped to run into one certain law enforcer before he made his escape.
The raccoon personally wouldn't mind the chase from the cops, what he did find worrying was what would happen to his friends if they caught them, he couldn't bear to see his friends be put behind bars. They were not really a part of the crimes he committed, he was the mastermind, the actual thief. If it came to it he would take the fall for all of them. Murray just wanted to knock some sense into thugs and gangsters heads with his fists while Bentley just strove for a challenge, he only wanted to prove and strain his intellect to the limit on something and his reward would be when it all came together and he was the victor. Qualities he admired in his pals. They weren't thieves like him but they made it up in their own way, and together they were a well formed gang, more like his family then a gang at this point.
Taking in deep breath he calmed his thoughts down, but gagged from the sulfuric air and started to cough. His lungs finding it hard to intake the oxygen when the air was thick with the noxious fumes, which was making it difficult to get enough air. It was not something that anyone would recommend to breath in too much of.
He started to feel light-headed, and extremely tired due to a lack of oxygen. As well as the stress full situations he had been put in earlier. Out of all that had happened that morning the one moment….well he had felt was the most stressful was when he found Inspector Fox in the gas chamber. He had been reckless and just charged into the trap Clockwerk had set for him, knowing full well that he would risk his life for the vixen. Shaking off the memory from earlier he watched as the last of Clockwerk's death ray melted. He could see the last and remaining tip of the death-bringing ray catch fire and finally disappear from the world.
The young man let out a shaky breath, trying to keep a calm demeanor. Again he cracked a feeble grin, feeling that finally that he had revenged his family. With all but the platform remaining intact there was nothing else to watch burn of Clockwerk's lair. He would leave in a few minutes, but he just needed to regain himself before hitting the road again with his pals. He didn't want to go, he wanted to savor this moment.
With the Thievius Raccoonus returned to its once former state he was now on the way to becoming the next Master Thief, the past was behind him and the future was looking bright. All that was left on his list today was to avoid the authorities and Inspector Fox because she surely would arrest him if gotten the chance. Their somewhat short truths was at an end now, and he doubted that the vixen would keep her word on a ten second head start with such a rare opportunity to cast him in irons.
Unknown to the thief, the same officer that had been on his mind was sneaking up behind him with as much stealth as a she could possibly muster. It seemed like she had picked a thing or two off of him after a few years of chasing him across rooftops. There was another reason she had become more stealthy over the last few months but that would be explained later.
The vixen's shock pistol was gripped firmly in her hands, trained right in between the shoulder blades of the criminal, this time she had him. He was trapped on the opposite side of the platform. His only way out was past her which she wouldn't allow, he had gotten by her so many times before and now she had him. A sense of excitement and self-pride came over her, she was about to arrest the illusive thief. She was about to become one of the first officers to arrest a Cooper and incarcerate one permanently. All she had to do was to get her cuffs on him. That is, if the heat and harmful air didn't knock her out first which was becoming more of a reality since she had been in this volcano for most of the night and the entire morning.
Even now the vixen could feel sweat makings its way down her face and getting into her eyes but she refrained from wiping it away not wanting to lose concentration on her target. When she was ten feet away from him, her finger was gently squeezing the trigger when all of a suddenly, she stopped. She remembered the little pact of a ten second head start she had made with him. She always kept her word no matter how small they were, but this was a risky one. She practically had him, and now she was giving him a ten second head start. Her mind grumbled to her angrily as she lowered the firearm, she did owe him this, it was the least she could give him for saving her.
Letting Ringtail think to himself quietly, she decided to look him over. He was normally moving so much she never got time to look at him clearly. Every time he wasn't jumping from rooftop to rooftop he was still moving back and forth never staying still completely, this was most likely because if did she would have a clear shot at him.
Her eyes started from his legs which were covered up with a pair of black jeans. She took notice they were well toned even through the clothing she could tell. This was probably from all the jumping and running he did everyday as a thief. Next she made her way to his tail which is where she got her nick name for him. It had a ring pattern, which always intrigued her, not for any particular reason. Just because how the light and dark gray fur complimented each other so well. Also because when she caught him he would be wearing black and grey striped clothes for the rest of his life. This was an amusing to her, his fur was already the color of the striped clothing he would have to wear when in prison.
Her gaze moved to his shoulders which were broader now than they used to be, not extremely but noticeably. His arms were showing signs of toned muscle development in them from what she could see through his blue sweater which he always wore. His chest also seemed to have gained some muscle as well. He was not incredibly strong, or buffed, just toned, but she had to admit she, unbeknownst to herself liked what she saw.
Coopers face was what always caught her attention though. He was, as every women had described him that had seen him, handsome. She couldn't argue that he wasn't but it mattered little to her, good looks wouldn't keep him out of prison. But what caught she liked was his chocolate eyes. They told a lot about him. She wouldn't admit this to anyone if they asked her but she knew a good deal about the raccoon. Some would even go so far to say that they were good friends who had just chosen different professions in the law. What she thought was disturbing was that he knew a lot about her, like he could read her thoughts, or her records. Either way it was still somewhat disturbing that he knew so much about her, it was like he was obsessed with her. She was obsessed with him, but it was her job to be, she was given his file and details and told to arrest him. Him though, it just seemed odd and it sometimes worried her, what were his intentions toward her?
On another topic, his eyes….they were always showing how he felt but they hid what his intentions were, she could never guess what he was going to do. They were always anticipating what others were trying to do and she had seen this a few times, sometimes with wariness. She knew he had a rough childhood, living at an orphanage with a cruel old women. His parents were dead and from looking into his file and background had been separated from his twin brother, who was dead, from what the file told her. She felt sympathy for him for losing his parents in front of his eyes, but she didn't show it. But the way Cooper talked and acted didn't show it, his eyes betrayed him, they showed what he was hiding emotionally. He never said or told her about what he was feeling and why would he, she was most of the time was trying to shock his damn tail.
Ms. Fox shook herself out of her trance she had gotten into. God it was just Cooper, she had no feelings toward him. He was a criminal and she was a cop, it was something that wasn't post to happen. She couldn't, wouldn't allow herself to fall for a criminal. It was unprofessional and it was completely against regulations and against the law. He had broken the law, and deserved punishment, his kind didn't deserve anything else but the fullest jurisdiction and sentence for breaking the law. He needed to be placed behind bars for his crimes, he was like every other low life who decided that being a criminal was easier than just following the law.
He didn't deserve anything from her, and she wouldn't give anything to him either. He used people, he never cared about them for long enough. He probably just knocked a girl up then left the next day like every other man she had met. Just taking advantage of a women like a sexual outlet then going for the next one who caught his fancy.
She convinced herself that this was who he really was underneath that otherwise charmingly devious body. And how he flirted with her all the time, always telling her about how beautiful she was and she deserved someone better than the crap that she got at work, which made her ponder. How did he know that she was constantly hit on? How did he know the crap she went through at work, she hadn't told him, so did it just show on her?
And every time they bantered when she caught him in or after the act, he always, every time they bantered back and forth he said something to charm her. Just how he loved everything about her. She didn't try to show it but it flattered her, she had never been wooed politely, not sincerely anyways. And she had to admit besides the slight blush which her fur hid and her blood going hot she enjoyed him telling her these affectionate words.
After these encounters with the thief she would be cursing at herself in her that Spanish tongue of hers because these exact kind of words distracted her. When he had first started she had lost focus and let him escape getting a chew out from her chief. The last thing that old badger wanted was his finest officer getting ideas about the criminal and letting him escape on purpose. He had chosen her out of everyone in Interpol because she was the most likely to arrest the raccoon. She had gone through the strict and stern chew out from her boss, and she controlled herself and didn't get as distracted from the raccoon's seducing attitude toward her. She still didn't mind Cooper flirting with her. This was for the first year or so that she knew him.
Other guys at work or just on the street it was normally a sexual gesture or word that offended her and other women, it was like they had no common sense. Men only saw her as a fuck girl nothing else. She didn't want that, she wanted someone who respected women, like Cooper but who wouldn't leave the next day for someone else, and a law-abiding civilian or another law officer. Now every time Cooper did this, she did her best to just ignore it, he never meant it, just a way to make her lose focus. But she would still blush madly from it, that was something she had a hard time putting aside.
Since she wasn't dating or in a relationship with a male a rumor came around the station that she was a lesbian and wasn't interested in men but the male officers didn't believe that. The other police women remarks to her were just as horrid as the men who she put down when they asked her out. She was sick of it but that was one of the main reasons she was out in the field so much. Mainly because Barkley was sick of his best officer getting so much crap when she was at the station and because she was one of the few that took their job seriously, also the Chief was getting tired of the vixen sending officers to the infirmary.
The Inspector had stood up straight watching, and waiting till the criminal turned around to face her. She could have just ended this a couple of minutes ago but she wanted to give him a ten second head start it would be the last time he would ever have to run. Because this time she was going to arrest him, she wasn't going to let him get away. She had never seen Cooper in such a calm and still state. He must have thought about something hard because he had been here for a while now.
Out of the blue a thought broke the silence that had settled in her mind. If he is such a bad person and like all other criminals, why did he risk his life to try to save me? She asked herself, now just getting time to actually think back on the nights events. Was it pity? Not wanting to have the authorities charge him with more charges?
One probability was, but she tried to wave it aside, still it squirmed its way into her thoughts. Did Cooper actually have feelings toward her, serious ones? He had shown that he liked her, or that was what she had interrupted from his flirtatious attitude toward her. She had thought about this a few times but hadn't really given it much thought. She didn't like thinking about this but her mind had wandered off when she was on her down time after work once or twice and she had a few fantasies about Cooper working alongside her, and enjoying his company. She resented the idea when she thought about it, he was a thief and she was an Officer of the law, her job her duty to society was to arrest people like ringtail. She didn't like him anyway, she could care less to what happened to him.
She thought to herself as she denied her feelings for him, one which proved she was lying to herself. I don't believe that I'm admitting this but I do care for him. I wouldn't have helped him in China when he cut his eyelid open, if I didn't have some kind of feeling for him. If I didn't have any emotion toward him I would have just taken him to the nearest station when he was unconscious and had done with him. But what did I do? I let him stay a night at my place, helped patch his eye to the best of my ability and then took him back to his gangs van and let him recover and get proper medical assistance. This was true and she felt stupid about letting Cooper go that easily. The vixen at the time had felt worried for him. She wanted to make sure he got the right treatment for his eye, which was why she took him back to his gangs van where she knew one of his associates would take care of him.
The vixen thought that was the end of it but her mind had one more thought before it went silent. If I didn't care for him, then why did I panic when he went unconscious in the gas chamber? If I didn't care for him then I wouldn't have thought anything about that. But I did. What is wrong with me, I'm not post to be feeling like this about him. It must be the lack of air and heat, it's messing with my head. She broke out of her thoughts feeling a wave of heat wash over her as if it was emphasizing her point.
Sly all of a suddenly turned around about to go find the getaway van which hadn't shown up yet. He found that his way was blocked by the Inspector who had been on his mind more than once that morning. As always Ms. Fox looked beautiful, her slender legs, her ample breasts and her upper body protected by her boxing bra. It didn't leave much to the imagination, but he didn't think like that, he respected her way to much to leer at the Inspector. He knew nothing was going to happen between them but that never stopped him from flirting or admiring her. Deep down he knew he wouldn't be truly happy unless he was with her but she was a cop and he knew she was strictly professional and would never give him a chance. He noticed that her tail twitched in agitation as his eyes roamed over her body and he met eye contact with her, and giving an apologetic smile. This earned him a glare from the vixen.
His eyes met hers and he saw what he treasured the most about her physical appearance. Her intelligent hazel eyes. They were always thinking, always showing him, her stress, anger, determination, all of the things she felt which she would never express to him, well except her anger and determination.
What he loved about this Carmelita was the persistence to get a job done once started. Her aggressiveness toward people when annoyed or when she needed to concentrate. How she worked, just how she put so much effort into her work. Lastly he liked how she hid how she truly felt, just like him. She needed to let go, to find someone who going to treat her well. He wanted to be that one to finally satisfy her emotionally, not just physically. He wanted to express himself to her, but never got the courage to do so, and the shock pistol she had was another reason.
All Cooper wanted was to show the Inspector that he cared for her, to just make her understand that he would be there for her when she needed him. That he wasn't like other criminals, not like the men who she put up with at work.
Like so many times before he mentally slapped himself. She didn't, wouldn't want him near her in that most intimate and binding of ways, why would she. In her eyes he was a criminal and all his ilk deserved, was being slammed behind bars for their crimes. When these thoughts arose he asked a questions that had become a routine more than a motto in his head, which he always answered the same.
Why do I love this cop? Because she has a gorgeous soul. Why don't I tell her how I feel? I don't like people knowing how I feel, and she would shock me before I got the chance to. Why did I fall in love with a cop, why not another thief? Opposites attract as they say. Like Mom and Dad. He was a thief and she was a security guard for a bank. Will she ever return my feelings? No, she's a cop and is doing her job, not looking for a relationship for the most wanted thief in the world. Whenever she flirts from time to time, it's fake. It's just to get me off guard. Can I ever find happiness in this life? No, not me. I've lost so much, and I don't want to lose my heart to someone who will reject it, especially her. But why her? I don't know, I just love her, can I explain how or why.
Carmelita was returning the stare that Cooper had initiated between them, not breaking the eye contact. She had her handcuffs in one hand while she had her shock pistol in another, aiming at him, she was ready to arrest him. He seemed to have zoned out, but he blinked and looked at her, shaking his head smiling toward her making her heart flutter slightly, and feel more or less wary of what he was thinking.
"What happened to my ten second head start Inspector Fox," he said leaning on his cane. His smile was more forced due to how tired he was. He was exhausted and had hardly any energy to even form a real smile anymore. It was as sincere as he could get it without sleep.
Carmelita noticed how he was looking at her now, his playful, teasing chocolate eyes now revealing something she would never imagine from him. It was what seemed to be exhaustion. It wasn't something that she would expect from Ringtail, he was always so full of energy. All that was there though were wearisome looking windows that had enough for once. Against her better judgment she felt sorry for him, not terribly sorry, but still enough to make her think.
I never realized that being a thief could be so hard, I am normally trying to catch him. Hunting his bushy tail all over the world isn't the easiest job either. Why should I even care! He's a criminal for god's sake, he doesn't deserve anything from me. Her reasonable conscious yelled at her, the confusion was making her frustrated. She can't have emotions for Cooper not in the slightest. Then it all suddenly changed the thoughts Carmelita Montoya Fox thought she had eradicated long ago, and just a few minutes earlier.
I do like him, he has always caught my eye among other men. He's charming, kind, handsome, not to mention always….Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. I don't have any kind of feeling toward him, I hate him, I want him behind bars .Her mind was playing tricks on her, trying to make her see past the law-abiding reasonable self.
If you arrested him then our rendezvous with him would end. He wouldn't be there to compliment you or be the one who always cheers up your day. I won't love him, he only did that to distract me, he never meant any of it.
Sly cleared his throat, he was always patient with the Inspector but she had stared at him for at least five minutes now. Not that he minded, but it felt odd for her to freeze up like this. He saw something different in her eyes. Like she was having a conflict with herself.
"So…..what happened to my ten second head start then?" he chuckled gently, this seemed to get her out of her almost hypnotic state.
"Did I forget to mention that you look rather ravishing this morning," he said smiling at her again, which he forced. It wasn't like he wasn't trying to smile, it was just becoming incredibly hard to do so from the lack of energy his body had.
Carmelita shook herself out of her thoughts, thankful that he hadn't made his escape yet. Which was odd, he had waited for her, he normally would have taken off. "Your time starts now Ringtail, then I'm after you," she said training her gun on his chest and crouching slightly into her ready stanch. She mentally counted the time, while he did the same, she wasn't going to get distracted now, she just needed to concentrate and not let him get to her.
Ten, Sly just stood there not moving, he was standing straight, still staring at her, his face becoming more serious. He stole a glance to his left not seeing the van which should have been there. Maybe they had gotten a safe distance away just in case the authorities arrived, but this gave him some alone time with Ms. Fox. Which gave him a few ideas.
Nine, he returned his focus on her and gave another one of his signature smiles he always saved for her, which she liked seeing, he managed to make it look real and sincere. She blushed and her tale swished slightly and he saw this. Either from happiness or agitation, or anticipation of what was about to happen. He hadn't bolted off yet, so it was obvious that he was planning something.
Eight, Carmelita still looked beautiful even from the other side of a firearm. The early morning light and that from the lava behind him shined off her brownish orange fur, making it seem to be on fire. He was transfixed by her beauty, never had he seen or laid eyes on anything more beautiful than her.
Seven, why was he feeling like this, was it the lack of air that was causing him to act foolish. His mind was telling him now to kiss her, just to get her to understand what he felt for her. He had been here longer then he had planned so maybe his head was swimming in clouds. Either way, he liked the idea.
Six, he was still staring at her, making her feel uncomfortable now. Her tail which had moved slowly and relaxed was twitching from side to side, she was agitated now. She was staring at him; but had a valid reason she had a gun pointing at him, it was her job to arrest him. He could see the frustration in her eyes from him lingering his eyes over her form too long. She lowered the firearm just a bit, still aiming at his chest feeling suspicious about what he was thinking.
Five, still no movement from either of them, only staring into the others eyes, still trying to get wind of what the others next move would be, and suspecting the unsuspected ideas and plans the other had.
Four, Sly twirled his cane between his fingers, and then held it at his side, giving the Inspector a wink of an eye. She just stared at him, not knowing what he was up to, but would combat against his actions, whatever they were.
Three, Sly had made up a plan in his head, and hoped it would have the reaction that he had imagined. He knew that if this failed he would be sleeping in a cell for a while because she would shoot him point blank. Also because the guys hadn't arrived yet, he had time to do something else then a brief two second kiss and a quick escape. He wanted to get across that he did like her, but at the same time he needed to escape the clutches of the law.
Two, Carmelita Montoya Fox was now completely thrown off. He should have run off by now, he was planning something but still she didn't know what. She looked away from the iron sights of her sidearm cocking an eyebrow at the raccoon. The heat was starting to get to the two, sweat building up on their foreheads. A droplet slithered down her forehead and built up with a small cluster above her right eye brow, just below her waist long cobalt hair.
One, in a blurry of movement he broke the barrier between them. The young cop took a tentative step back. She returned her eyes to the sights and re-aimed. Sly hooked his cane around her right hand and batted the weapon to the side, her hand still gripping it tightly. His free hand rested on her hip as he crashed their lips together.
The Inspector had squeezed the trigger, but the safety was on so when her hand was pushed away she suspected that Cooper was going to attack her but was surprised when she felt his soft warm lips against her. She also noticed that his free hand which wasn't keeping her firearm pointed away had rested on her right hip. Her eyes had widened at the initial shock of what was going on. She still hadn't reacted but her body was tense and she was standing erect. She knew what to do, what she was supposed to do. His hand that held her firearm to the side wasn't forcing it fully away so she could easily shock him, and his other hand which was around her waist wasn't pinning her it was just holding her, his thumb gently stroking her through the clothing.
Her logic and lawful side screamed at her to just end this, this was perfect he wasn't in any position to run or get away in time if she acted. But her logic and sense of being a cop were being swept aside like smoke in the wind by an emotion which she had thought to have eradicated. Her feelings for the thief had resurfaced again and she was finding it hard to resist it, a part of her which was gaining control of her thoughts and actions didn't want this to stop. Only two seconds had passed as her mind thought and struggled what to do and her other thoughts had been completely restrained and placed in the dark recesses of her mind.
Screw it all I don't care anymore. I want this. The Inspector thought to herself. She kissed back wrapping an arm around his neck which surprised him just as much as her initial reaction. At first she had been tense and had placed a hand on his shoulder trying to push away from him. What felt like minutes to her but only seconds in reality she had become less tense and started melting into the kiss and then started returning it.
He watched as her eyes closed in bliss. She was enjoying this passionate moment with the thief. Extreme relief washed throughout his mind. As their lips were locked and more than a few seconds had passed, Sly had suspected that she was hiding something from him and his stunt had proved it.
The kiss had started slow at first, their lips meshing together gently, both still unsure if this was real and getting used to the others rhythm. The vixen's tense muscles started to calm down and she started to return the kiss with just as much passion as the raccoon was. In the back of her mind she had doubted this was real and her reason was trying to break out of its prison and gain control back but her feelings for the raccoon subdued them. She had gotten lost in the kiss with the thief and was actually enjoying it.
They both registered a clunk as she dropped her shock pistol, it landed by their feet but they simply ignored it. Her other arm went around his neck and held him to her. He had an arm wrapped around her waist. His other hand dropped his cane catching it with the top of his boot and gently placed it on the platform, next to her shock pistol which was a good distance away from the edges of the platform. His now free hand he placed behind her head, he slipped his hand in her hair while he stroked it absentmindedly.
Their bodies felt warm against the others, and the volcano's heat still made them sweat. Sly could feel Carmelita's chest pressed into his, through the flesh, fur and clothing he could feel her heart was pounding in his chest, almost matching his. But the proximity of her chest to his didn't matter. What mattered was that he wanted to show how much she meant to him, how much he wanted her. His velvet tongue sneaked past her lips and her teeth, gently caressing hers whish ushered a moan from her. She recoiled at this for a moment not sure about it. His tongue caressed hers again and she let out another moan from this, and let her own tongue clash with Coopers in an attempt of dominance. The warmth from their closeness and that of the volcano did little to irritate them.
Ms. Fox had let only a few men hold her and touch her as Cooper was now, these past relationships didn't last. Since her last relationship she hadn't let other males get so close to her or even hold her the way the thief was now. Other officers at Interpol had tried their luck in the past and none of them had been successful, which gave her the name Old Iron Sides.
Cooper was the first man she had been this intimate with for years, this one though felt natural mostly because she had dreamed about this happening but kept it hidden in herself but now she didn't care, she did love Cooper, but she didn't know if the raccoon was doing this out of love or just to distract her. At the moment she didn't care, it felt real enough to her.
Sly being a thief always thought ahead just in case things didn't go in his favor. He was questioning what would happen once their lips pulled away. The situation would return to normal with the vixen hot on his heels, more or less. He wasn't even suspecting her to kiss back, so something seemed odd. His intention was to give her a kiss, a short but meaningful one then hand cuff her to the rail and make his escape. But since they had been like this for a few minutes he was cautious about what she would do once they broke apart. He removed a hand from her hip and snaked it down to her kit belt. His hand lingered where her cuffs were and grabbed them, being crafty and not making her feel them being moved.
Cooper then took hold of one of her hands around his neck and moved it away. She didn't make any protest but she did open her eyes and look at him questioningly. He cuffed the rail then cuffed her wrist making sure not to put too much pressure on her wrist. This kiss which had become passionate was at first a diversion but was meaningful and sincere from both parties even if the other didn't realize it.
He continued to sooth her tongue with his, while his hands now moved to her lower back. Carmelita was pressed against Sly's form. She wasn't holding anything back from her criminal. His hands felt, wonderful against her back fur, she hadn't been touched like this before; relaxed and calm, gentle and sincere, none of the other men she had dated when younger had done that. They were more aggressive and they only wanted one thing from her, and she wasn't ready or wanted to give it to any of them.
When they broke for air she was panting as was he, they had been kissing for air for the last few moments. They stared into each other eyes, not breaking the contact. She reached to place a hand on his cheek but was stopped as she heard a clank, something was limiting her hand reach. She looked down at her cuffs now on her wrist, noticing she was chained. Her expression changed to hurt, he had faked it all so he could get away.
Tears started to swell up in her eyes from a mixture of anger and hurt and for being tricked like this. The vixen thought this was too good to be true, that Cooper was any different from anyone else. Who had she been kidding, a thief, a gentlemen like Cooper falling in love with her. It was just a cruel joke. Tears started making their way down her cheek darkening the fur as they did. She didn't voice her anguish verbally but the tears still ran down her face as she was starting to get more and more pissed. Her body was trembling in his hold threatening to go ballistic on the one it thought was its lover moments before.
Sly noticed the tears from the vixen and wiped them away. One of his arms was still wrapped around her, while his free one caressed her cheek wiping away droplets of anguish coming from her eyes. She buried her face into his chest sobbing, and screaming curses into him for playing with her emotions. Her free hand pummeled into his shoulder weakly. He caressed her back whispering it wasn't like that, he explained that it was because she would arrest him afterwards anyways and he wasn't one to be put behind bars. He let go of her giving her a light kiss on the lips tasting a faint trace of salt from her tears. She started yelling at him in a blind rage of anger. She reached for her shock pistol to at least get some satisfaction and revenge from this but he was gone, she was alone.
Ms. Fox slumped to the platform on her knees, screaming loudly at him for being such a coward, a heart crusher. Cooper could hear her voice distantly as he ran like hell, not knowing why because he had also taken the key to her cuffs, but felt the need knowing that he had done something cruel and hurtful to the Inspector.
The chained vixen, was past her depression and now in a sense of animosity of the raccoon. She had never felt this much resentment for another person in her life, but she had never felt what she felt for another like she did Cooper. It hurt that he had tricked her, hurt that he lied to her when she found out that he was making excuses. Most of all it hurt that he had left, and he was just another deceptive bastard of her feelings. She sat there and the was fuming, wanting nothing else but to forget this ever happened. Her feelings and heart were wrong, the Master Thief was just like any other man she had met. Deep down she had forced her feelings for Sly to go away, not wanting them to ever resurface because of what just happened. but they did faintly nip, not completely away but far enough away for her to feel slightly better.
As she sat there the tears fell off her cheeks but turned into steam and then nothing as the moisture was destroyed by the heat of the active volcano. She didn't fear that it would erupt but didn't care at the moment. Ms. Fox just wanted to be left alone, and maybe get some of her dignity and sense of the right mind back. As she calmed herself down, by only a small fraction which left her still as pissed as she was she thought about the next encounter with Cooper. She didn't know what would happen but she was sure that if he got close enough she was going to rip him to shreds.
The Inspector knew she wouldn't kill the raccoon but thinking about the future with that raccoon involved wasn't helping her mind to calm down. The wound was fresh and deep, but she knew she would get over this with time. It would just take some time and devotion on her part to forget about this morning's events, and maybe she could just get on with her life. It wasn't particularly a happy life at the moment with all the crap she got at work but at the moment it seemed a lot better than to experience this again.