Sooo... Another story, yeah? I came up with this one about 5:30am the other night and have been working on it every since... I'm hoping it'll be a bit better than the other Sly fanfiction I've been working on, 'Memories of What Was'. Just to let those of you know who have previously read it, I am planning on re-doing the prologue a bit to make it slightly more interesting. I've found that not a lot of people enjoy it, so my editing skills will get a workout for once, yay!... (Well, they sure as hell did for this one...)
As like all other writers, I DO NOT own the Sly Cooper franchise or any of it's characters. I only own this story and it's details. Now without further ado, please enjoy yourself with my writing.
Sunlight. It's hurting my eyes...
The morning was breaking in the windows and it caused me to stir just ever so slightly.
I'm not one for the daylight because, well, considering what I am and what I do for a living... It's never really been a strong ally. You can't much break in or out of anywhere easily with the ever-so-brilliant sun beaming at you, though it's never stopped me before if the time calls for it. I'm a master thief, what really stops me from doing anything? Well, let me rephrase that question... Who really stops me from doing anything?
I guess you could all figure that one out, considering they're sleeping right next to me...
Wait... Sleeping right next to me?!
I bolted upright in a panic, and darted my eyes to my right side. Normally, it's just me in my comfortable bed alone after a good night's heist; Murray would be making the gang his special eggs and bacon – with some damn good biscuits on the side – and Bentley would be scanning the ThiefNet looking for some new information on our next big job. I would get up, put on my trademark hat to cover my awful bedhead, and join them in the kitchen to discuss the details of our teamwork and our new 'trophy'. We would go over the rights and wrongs of the previous operation; Bentley would always chastise me for being a smart ass and not taking things seriously, Murray would talk about 'The Murray' not getting enough baddies to whack, and I would be laughing and enjoying my pals' company in the safety of our safe house.
This morning, however, was very different for more than one reason.
One; There was somebody sleeping next to me, hidden under the sheets.
Two; I was in a familiar place, but I could tell the familiarity was not that of the safe house.
Three; I was missing all of my clothes and – if I ventured to guess – my bedside companion was most likely missing theirs as well. That and I could see clothes strewn about in a hurriedly fashion across the vague resemblance of surroundings.
Now I had two thoughts; the first being that I was still dreaming and I could wake up any second now to the delicious smell of Murray's home cooking, which was notably missing from this particular place OR the second being I had a very... How do you say... 'Scandalous' rendezvous with an unsuspecting victim who just so happened to be a prized inspector with Interpol.
Judging from my current state of dress – or lack thereof – and the sad state my clothes and my partner's had been thrown about the area made it very clear exactly which thought was the correct one...
And that sudden revelation hit me like a ton of bricks.
I snuck my paws ever so slightly onto the opposite edge of the bed before slowly creeping the covers below past, at the very least, their face to indeed confirm my thoughts to be a reality. As the blankets slid down, it was instantly verified via the indigo locks resting peacefully on the pillow. Her hair was that one side of blue that I could always spot in a crowd, that and her friendly shock pistol she consistently blasted at me with. Which, now that my eyes ventured beyond to the nightstand, was conveniently placed facing away from me with the handle and trigger at an easy-to-reach distance from the sleeping beauty.
I was somewhat dumbstruck for a few moments, the gears grinding in my head trying to remember the faintest clue as to how I got myself into this situation. Obviously something happened with Carmelita and I the night before, but how or what had lead me to this place in time was escaping my train of thought. I took my paws to the side of my head and rubbed my temple for what seemed like an eternity; some awful headache plagued my consciousness and I was in dire need to relieve myself via the restroom.
My mind had come up with some weird piece of the puzzle; I partook in some drinking or something so that must've played a role, but again, how did I end up here and how was this gorgeous cop connected?
Whilst I rose as silently and stealthy as I could from the bed in order to assist my body into feeling better, a sudden stir from my unlikely companion stopped me just as I had maneuvered myself standing with one foot still under the covers. Peering over at her, I noticed it was simply her turning over to face me and the little linens I had managed to pull down revealed her luscious lips and enchanting features. I resisted moving – star struck for a quick moment to take in the magnificence before me – until my body cried out that other matters needed attending to.
I finessed my leg out of the remaining sheets, took one last glimpse at the sight I had never seen, and then sped to the restroom at a lightening pace. After finally ridding my body of its toxins, I passed by the mirror only to stop mid step and thrust my paws to grip the sinks edges. My eyes wandered all across my furry face to see ruby red lipstick kiss marks smeared all over – from my cheeks down to my neck. Again, I was mesmerized at the amount of lipstick on my muzzle before it occurred to me that the fox I had just viewed had her lips bare of the stuff. That was something that she was NEVER without. Every time I had seen her, she was never without that enchanting brand of lipstick that only accentuated those Latina lips of hers.
Funny how I'm gawking at how I love her lipstick considering it's plastered all over my fur.
I rotated the knobs on the faucet to pour some hot water into my paws before I rubbed it onto my face in an effort to get the lipstick off. It was a challenge, however, because it was that long-lasting bullshit they sell that can withstand hours of wear on your lips – or face in this case. A few run-throughs with soap and warm water were able to rid me of the marks, although I did like the fact that I saw just where her mouth had traveled along my body. Luckily, she must've worn it off on my face because I barely saw any prominent marks on the rest of my toned physique.
I shook my tail smoothly back and forth as I continued to gaze at myself in the mirror. I racked my brain trying to remember just what had happened the night prior and exactly why I was here. Running my fingers through my bedhead one last time and taking a deep breath, I eyed my companion through the crack in the door just to make sure she was still in a peaceful slumber. I glanced back at my reflection once more before making my exit into the open space beyond.
I observed my surroundings after I got my sweater back on; I felt a little odd dawdling around naked in this environment and wanted to investigate the layout of this abode a bit more comfortably. Looking around gave me the knowledge I needed to deduce that I was, in fact, inside the inspector's apartment on the west side of Paris. It was quite a ways from our hideout and I was still trying to wrap my brain as to how I had gotten here. I would visit her a few times every now and then – for boredom and other reasons – but never had I actually spent the night here. As I paced around the carpeted area, I found my hat hanging sideways from the arm of the sofa with my mask wrapped around the hook of the family cane conveniently stood up beside it.
I suppose even in a stupor I can at least keep my precious belongings together...
I thought fondly as I took in the fact that my attire had been haphazardously scattered about the joint.
What I didn't find around was any alcohol, or even anything to dull my senses. This law-abiding vixen had no mind-altering substances anywhere. I figured that was perfect for her since she seemed the perfect, rule-crazy officer of Interpol. My brain had thought that – suppose I and the lovely lady had gotten intoxicated enough – we would've fallen into our more basic instincts and done away with our opposing titles to… 'do-the-deed' so to speak.
Honestly, I pondered, it was bound to happen sooner or later. I just wish I could remember the details... It sucks that I can't even think back on how it felt like to take the love of my life for the first time; however I'm sure she savored it plenty for the both of us...
I crept back to the cradle that held my resting princess and perched on the edge with my left side turned towards her so that I could relish in the splendor before me. Never had I marveled at a spectacle so breathtakingly captivating; it was prompting my heart to thump wildly in my chest. Now this fox was especially fetching with those tight blue jeans, brown lace-up boots, and that matching navy bandeau top. Her canary-colored jacket only made her apricot fur stand out more. Her ensemble was definitely a sight for sore eyes, or any for that matter. Plus, she had a gorgeous tail. From the looks of it, she seemed to keep it well-groomed and free of any imperfections – although let's face it – I didn't honestly believe my beloved inspector had any imperfections physically. Through and through she was the most attractive thing I had ever laid eyes on in all of my travels.
I'm supposed to be the master thief here, but it seems you stole something from me, my dear Carmelita...
I reached my paw out to touch her cheek, only to have my wrist snatched out from in front of me and ferocious growl rise up from my supposedly dozing temptress. She shot her eyes open whilst reaching for her handy shock pistol and simultaneously aiming it straight for my heart.
"Freeze, Cooper!" She barked furiously, not bothering to notice that she had nothing to cover herself with.
"Uhm... Carm... You might wanna look down first before you bust out the handcuffs..." I pleaded back before turning my head to the side to hide the creeping blush plastering my newly cleaned muzzle.
"What are you ta–?!"
The vixen glanced downward only to swiftly let go of my wrist and thrust the sheets over her exposed upper body. She still secured her shock pistol steadily in her right hand even though that seemed to make it harder to hold the sheets high enough to cover herself. I dared a peek over at her to notice that she herself had some red marks displayed along her cheeks and muzzle similar to myself. I turned my body back around and tried to peer into her now open chocolate eyes.
"So... Miss Fox... We probably should talk about last night, don't you think?"
A brief pause and momentary silence filed the apartment before I got a stuttering answer.
"...I–I suppose you're right, Ringtail... But can you t–turn around first?! I want to at least put something on!"
I chuckled to myself lightly, "Alright, I suppose I can honor that request."
Not like I didn't see anything before you woke up...
I rotated myself around to face the window. I heard a rustling of sheets as she rose from the bed and then quick shuffling to her dresser for something decent to wear.
"Y-You better not be looking, Cooper!" She ordered from across the room.
Again, a playful smirk and small laugh played on my lips.
"What kind of man would I be if I didn't keep to my word? You know that I'm the perfect gentleman, gorgeous."
I heard the hot-tempered vixen mumble something to herself before addressing me again in that commanding tone of hers.
"Alright, y-you can turn around now!"
I swiveled myself back to face her and noticed that in that short time she had managed to put on the bare essentials that wouldn't reveal too much of the voluptuous curves she was born with – a simple tan tank, some white shorts that went about mid-thigh and obviously some underwear. Cautious whilst graceful, she made her way back to the furniture I sat on and plopped herself beside me about a foot away. I could see the hesitation she never had as she drummed her fingers on the bare part of her thighs and stared down at the ground so intensely I swore she'd burn a hole right into the next floor. Her right hand had holstered the pistol on her belt next to the bed and it was free to make its way through her velvety cobalt locks as she tried to hide her nervousness.
Being so skilled at picking up on Carmelita's facial and body expressions had become second nature to me and I could tell there was definitely something up with this entire situation. Hopefully, she would be able to fill me in on the obvious details I was missing...
...What did you think? Yes?... No?... I wrote this story all on one note on my iPhone and decided since it was so long that I would split it up into three parts. I'll gauge reactions and then post the next part within a few days time... Hopefully. I'm going to try and keep my dirty hands away from it because my perfectionism gets the better of me and I may 'accidentally' rewrite the whole thing.
Personal issues aside, please feel free to review and comment about this particular work. I always love to receive constructive criticism on how I can improve my abilities since this is a serious passion of mine. All nonsense aside, I hope you enjoyed this part and are looking forward to the next one!
Midnight Out! ;)
