A/N: I don't own any of the "Paul Blart: Mall Cop" characters and I am not making any money from writing this.

Please forgive any minor spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my native language.

This is just a oneshot, I am not going to write chapter two. Sorry :( Also, pure smut. Takes place night before the robbery.

Pairings: Veck/Vixen (she was one of the robbers, portrayed by Natascha Hopkins).

Warning: explicit sexual content. Also, hints of BDSM. (Okay, maybe more than just the hints.)

"Do you like it?", Veck moans against her lips before giving Vixen one more thrust, even more powerful than the one he gave her just several second ago. She bits her lower lip in order to stop moans of both pain and pleasure that so desperately want to escape her lips. She doesn't want to show what he can do to her, how much she likes it, because he is always in control. If nothing else, she can keep him on the edge, by not telling him how she really feels, therefore forcing him, making him go harder, faster. It is an endless circle of pleasure, lust, pain and confusion, terrorizing but delightful in the same time. It doesn't only make her world rock, it also makes her so submissive and willing that she often can't recognize herself. She knows that Veck knew how she feels from the very fist time they did it, and that he enjoys in her confusion and desperate need for release. However, he is never and never was in a full control, and she knows that he never will be. But she also knows that he will keep trying, that he will never give up, and that thought always makes her shiver.

Veck moves his lips away from hers: finally, Vixen can't control herself anymore and she lets out a frustrated groan, before licking her lips in order to keep his taste inside of her mouth. Veck starts fucking her even harder, looking at her naked body reveling in pleasure, mixture of lust, pleasure and fascination clouding his big green eyes.

It is hard to say how it all started, but they were doing it for over a year now. It is also hard to say why is he always the dominant one. He was her boss from the very beginning, so somehow, he became dominant in that sort of thing too. She was probably too scared to object... or maybe she didn't want to?

She is close to climaxing, and still, she remains silent-she doesn't even moan. She can barely breathe, pain and pleasure are battling inside of her, but the least thing she wants right now is him to stop. Then she comes, and finally, she lets out a small moan. It doesn't last long till he comes too, keeping an eye contact with her the whole time, determined not to show any sign of pleasure and relief, although she can clearly see lust that was clouding his eyes being replaced by the clouds of pleasure.

"Go to sleep", he says while putting his jeans back on, "you know that tomorrow is the big day."

And then he leaves, leaving her laying alone in her bed, sneaks and heat that remained in the room constantly reminding her of what happened between the two of them that night.

It's not that she has anything against that kind of relationship. It is often better that way, really. Especially considering in what kind of dangerous... business they are involved.

But sometimes, just sometimes-like tonight-while lying alone in the bed, Vixen starts wondering how would it be if Veck would stay there, just for a minute or two, just once, and talk with her.

She has no idea what they would talk about, but a silent whisper inside of her says that maybe, it would be even better than sex.