Hi!
This is KingNiken.
Presenting a Death in Paradise story that's been on my mind for a while now. Really love the show and this idea wouldnt leave me alone till I wrote it.
I do not own Death in Paradise or any other TV show quoted or referenced.
Another eventful day was slowly coming to its end on the beautiful island of Saint Marie.
In short order several of the Caribbean island's hotspots famous for their night time ambiance and activities would once again spark with life inviting both resident and foreigner to put their worries and stressses away for another evening of merriment, relaxation and if you knew where to find it...a little pleasure.
Sensing his team's exhaustion and actually wanting to get out of the irritatingly hot police station himself. Detective Inspector Richard Poole decided to call an end to the day's proceedings.
"Alright. I think we've earned ourselves the right to stop here for today. We can complete our reports and have them sent off first thing in the morning. You all did excellent work as usual."
A large smile graced Dwayne's face as he jumped out of his seat.
"Does that mean you'll be joining us for for drinks tonight, Chief? You promised us we would celebrate after closing our next case "
Richard mentally groaned. The flakey promise had been made two whole weeks ago and he was beyond sure the team would have forgotten.
But he should have known better, Dwayne would never forget anything that involved beautiful women, a nice game of dominoes or drinks.
A few of the ordinary excuses flashed in the back of the mind of the Englishman but after seeing Fidel's hopeful expression...and the very strong glare from a certain female Detective Sergeant, Richard sighed before nodding.
A tiny little frown formed on his lips but his team knew well enough that it was just a declaration of surrender.
"Yes quite so...In fact the first round's on me. We did receive commendations from the Government this week after all."
Dwayne's eyes lit up to no one's surprise.
Of course.
The only thing better than drinks were free drinks.
"I'll tell Catherine know to have the grill ready for our party tonight. I should ask Sheila if she's free..."
Before Richard could even protest or even question as to who had even mentioned the word 'party', Dwayne had already made his great escape.
Fidel smirked at the Inspector's expression before speaking.
"I'll be going down to the cellar to lock up our evidence room, Sir."
Richard nodded as he massaged his face. Already dreading whatever shennigans Dwayne would have planned for the evening.
"Thank You Fidel."
The young eager policeman smiled as he stepped out to go downstairs.
Richard was out of his seat and putting on his jacket when he took notice of the smug grin on Camille's face.
"You seem quite amused."
Camille genuinely smiled at him and Richard felt the butterflies in his stomach doing jumping jacks again. If she only knew what her smiles did to him.
"Only surprised that you didn't turn us down again."
Richard shook his head.
"Well I did promise...You also looked like you would have shot me in the leg if I had tried to get out of it."
The Sergeant snickered.
"You should put 'mind-reader' on your resumè."
Richard scoffed as Camille continued, her eyes taking it's final glance on the case files as she put them away in the stationary cupboard.
"This was the quite the case though. No?"
Richard nodded. A sixty three year old British millionaire had been reported dead by his wife. His third wife in the last twelve years to be exact. The couple had come to Saint Marie for their one year anniversary.
The woman, a beautiful blonde twenty-four year old had claimed that her husband had actually died from a heart attack following a "passionate night of love-making".
Sure enough after thorough investigations and solid forensic work the team was able to prove that the wife had actually been poisoning the husband's diabetes medication for weeks with an almost untraceable herb.
Camille spoke again, shaking her head.
"I knew she was lying the moment I heard her story."
Richard's curiousity had piqued.
"Oh? How so?"
"Of all the murder cases I've worked. I've never heard of a man dying like that. You always see it in the movies or on tv. But not in real life."
Richard was about to offer a quick response but in that moment he felt the window of opportunity open.
Perhaps it was this unbelievable heat that had gotten to him...
Or a brief moment of insanity caused by seeing so much sand on a daily basis...
Or this island's goddess of love and mischief had finally converted and corrupted him...
But in that moment Richard took his opportunity and decided to involve himself in the shameless petty art of revenge!
It was only fair!
Camile had been teasing him for months!
Every chance she could get!
Especially when they had a case that involved sex or romance.
She had even accused him of ogling suspects and witnesses!
Ogling!
But today was the day when he would claim a point of victory!
And he knew exactly how he'd do it.
He slowly stepped closer to her so he could speak in a soft tone and still be heard. He channeled as much of his 'English charm' he could muster. Those years in the drama club at school were going to finally be of use.
"It's not impossible you know."
Camille blinked. More surprised than anything.
"Wha-?"
"Sex could kill you. Do you know what the human body goes through when you have sex, Sergeant? Your pupils dilate, core temperature rises, heart races, blood pressure skyrockets, respiration becomes rapid and shallow... "
Camille opened her mouth to speak but Richard gave her no chance to interrrupt.
"The brain fires bursts of electrical impulses all around and your muscles tense and spasm like they're lifting three times their body weight. It's violent and messy."
Camille squeaked as Richard took another step closer. Trying her best to ignore the warmth now present in her tummy and other places.
The Detective Inspector continued his assault.
"And in all honesty if God hadn't made it so damn enjoyable the human race would have probably died out centuries ago."
Richard made sure to allow his gaze to linger on Camille's toned pristine legs. He wanted her to know he was looking. She had chosen to wear those that dark green shorts that always drove him crazy.
But he couldn't allow himself to be distracted.
He needed to land the finishing blow.
"Men are rather unfortunate though, we can only experience orgasmic bliss for a few moments. I've heard that women can experience a climax for a whole hour...is that true, Camille?"
Camille was speechless. She had never expected to see this in her wildest dreams.
And she's had quite a few dreams about Richard.
When did the room get so hot ?
Why was she so sweaty ?
And why were the tips of...her girls so brazenly making their presence known ?
Her mind was still debating between the options of formulating some type of verbal response or just dragging him into the cells and having her way with him...
Come to think of it taking him right there on his desk didn't sound so bad either.
To her great annoyance, this was the moment when Dwayne and Fidel inconveniently returned.
Fidel posed a question as they stood at the station door.
"We're finished. Are you two ready?"
Richard smiled.
"Yes of course."
The Detective Inspector took a few steps toward the exit before taking one last look at Camille.
Even flustered and sweaty she still looked so breathtakingly beautiful.
Her eyes were focused on him.
He gave her a cheeky smile. Drunk on his victory.
"Do you plan on...coming, Camille?"
She silently hissed before replying, aiming her words at Dwayne and Fidel.
"I'm going to make a quick run to the ladies room. I'll see you guys at Le Kaz."
The night of celebratory drinking went as expected for the most part. Richard noticed that Camille was back to her cool collected self, only stealing a glimpse at him every once in a while.
To everyone's surprise and to Richard's displeasure she was the first person to leave, stating that she was tired and needed some rest.
A hour or so later Fidel also excused himself and shortly after Dwayne was kind enough to set up a ride home for Richard with a late night taxi service.
The senior policeman would be more than likely walking his date home and would probably be staying over.
The slightly buzzed English Detective smiled to himself as he walked up to his beachside shack.
He had won!
Surely Camille would think twice before teasing him again, right?
He was confident he had gotten the upper hand in their...relationship ? Friendship ?
Whatever it is that they had not yet defined or confessed to each other.
He was so proud of himself that he intended to tell the story to Harry as soon as he changed into his pajamas...
However every thought of his victory and sweet revenge disappeared from Richard's mind as soon he opened his door.
On the small table beside his bed was a can of whipped cream and a small jar of strawberries.
Several lit candles lined the room giving a soft warm glow to the bed and its single occupant.
Richard gulped.
Seated on his bed...
A naked chocolate skinned French goddess...
A pair of handcuffs hanging from her fingers. She smiled seductively and slowly got up and began to walk towards him...
Neither Detective Inspector Poole nor Sergeant Bordey would be able to turn in their respective reports until late late evening the next day.
That's the end. Major points to those who can accurately guess where I borrowed Richard's comments on sex from. (Using Google doesnt count ). This was really fun. Have a Good Peaceful One!