Queen Bitch– Hunky Dory filled the air and students still wandered the hallways beyond the police cordon. A crime scene was always preferable to a visit with the medical examiner's office. Keith Mars wasn't a stranger to the smell of burning human flesh, he had attended enough traffic accidents and arson cases in his job as Sheriff and as a private detective to recognise that smell anywhere.

"Why are you treating me like a suspect?" Courtney demanded petulantly as Deputy Sachs tried to take her statement about the call her roommate had made to the Sheriff's department which led to Weevils body being discovered.

Pretty girls had never failed to bat their eyes and flip their hair for the late Sheriff Lamb…

He followed Rafael, the forensic technician down into the boiler room.

"Three shots were fired." Senior tech Angeles told the Sheriff pointing to key spots as they entered to survey the scene,

"So it definitely wasn't an accident." Keith muttered as Rafael handed him an evidence bag containing a shell casing.

"Shots came from over there, and the body was discovered by the second maintenance crew over here." Angeles explained indicating the area inside the large furnace where Eli Navarro's body had been found.

Something in the older Mars's chest squeezed.

Maybe if he had kept Weevil working in the office then he never would have ended up here…

"We canvas this entire campus, I am not interested in a departmental turf battle. This is a murder investigation, it falls under our jurisdiction. Sorry to disappoint Campus Police, they are more than welcome to file a complaint with Mayor Yates." Keith said firmly.

Already he'd heard speculation from the shields on campus that an ex-con was killed accidentally trying to destroy evidence he was responsible for killing Dean Odell. That kind of sloppy detective work might have appeased his predecessor and no doubt there would be some pushback when the Sheriff's Department budget increased this year but he had promised Letty Navarro justice for her grandson, and he was going to get it.

Rumors were running wild around the campus, and it seemed everyone had heard a different story over what happened to quiet janitor, after spending some time in the dorm common areas to gather the various theories, Dick had insisted they retreat back to her room to get a breather.

Mac fixated her gaze on Dick's lips again, he was oblivious to her watching him, contently laying beside her watching the Princess Bride on her laptop and her body relaxed a fraction.

Would the baby look like him?

They had both barely spoken since he'd called Logan to check if he anything.

Breaking was necessary sometimes so you could rebuild yourself.

Unable to stand it she pushed the computer onto the spare seat beside her bed and straddled him, her hands reaching under his shirt and kissed his neck. His eyebrows shot up in surprise when she sat back up and her gaze meshed with his but he could see the need for distraction in her eyes.

"Oh thank god.." he groaned. Dick had felt like an explosive device, primed and ready to go off as he felt the heat of her press against the bulge in his jeans. His Cindy was a soft invitation into madness, his computer hacking goddess of heavenly corruption.

Nodding he reached for the button on her jeans while she pulled off her Jacob Lee Concert t shirt to reveal her black bra, her grey eyes running over his body hungrily as her arms feverishly encircled his waist as he rolled them over until she was beneath him, trailing kisses along the warm sanctuary between his neck and shoulders.

There was an alarming need building after losing someone you cared about that made you have this strong urge to do something life affirming.

He gripped her jeans and pulled them down over her hips before discarding them onto the floor, tearing his own shirt off over his head and captured her mouth with his own, clinging to her with drugging rapturous kisses. This felt different, he wrapped her legs around his waist, he hadn't removed his jeans yet but the mini-frissons of heat between her legs from the friction alone was overtaking her senses.

Whimpering with need as his greedy hands found her breasts in her black lace bra and squeezed them, her fingers threaded through his tousled blond hair as she pulled him closer to her.

"I'm fine…" had been her quiet reply before she had hacked into the Sheriff's department police logs and the country morgue office and set up some computer related wizardry for CCTV and access codes using some sort of algorithms he didn't quite understand. She had a natural proclivity to be clever, and a lot of it went over his head sometimes. He'd busied himself with making her those Quorn meatballs he'd promised and brought her back some energy drinks and red-vines. She seemed to like those when she was on the computer for long periods of time, her lips always tasted like those cherry flavours. He didn't know what to say, so he just did his best to be quiet and take care of her.

He'd never had a serious girlfriend other than Madison, but something about Cindy made him want to be better. The space between her neck and shoulders, where her dark hair with the coloured strips in it had ensnared him, that sugary feminine scent created this protective ball to swell in his chest and he kissed along her collarbone as he pulled off her bra and cupped her ass with his other hand. She writhed beneath him and he couldn't help but revel in how this wasn't like their other times when it felt like their souls had grown teeth and were scratching and clawing at each other until the furious hunger between them was sated.

Her lips were made for poetry and sin and he was going to make love to her…

Mac couldn't help but note the contrast between the two of them, his deeply bronzed tan, the golden lights in his blond hair, his wide shoulders gliding under her hands, the feel of his muscular torso and skin pressing against own, the graze of his teeth as he nibbled at the sensitive spot on her neck while his hands reached into her panties and ran a finger along her sex. She felt like a ray of light bending to his will as he played with her, her toes curling as her body moved like a wave beneath his touch.

"Richard..." she gasped urgently. She didn't want to think right now, she just wanted to feel… and God the sensation of his talented fingers were all she could think about right now. His blue eyes surveyed her reactions with a warm worshipful gaze that felt like it was going to steal her sanity, he as her sexy velvet-voiced millionaire lover. She'd used to joke about the 09er groupies who used to chase the playboys in Neptune High like Dick and Logan, always writing them off as desperados who had read one too many harlequin novels but now it was her reality.

Possibly knocked up with her millionaire lover's baby and jubilantly drunk on his touch.

Would he still want her if she was?

He plunged his tongue into her mouth and she moaned and allowed his intoxicating masculine taste to override worries. The first tremors shook her body as he continued his teasing, he groaned in appreciation as he felt the trembling as she fluttered around his fingers.

"I know it's messed up… but I can't get enough of you" he admitted, the hypnotic rumble of his voice as he moved with a lithe fluid grace and pulled her panties down her legs. He tasted the slope of her shoulders like she was a fine delicacy. Her hands made quick work of opening his jeans and pushing them down his thighs, he chuckled as her feet pushed them the rest of the way down to his ankles.

His impatient little minx.

His eyes took on a focus, a hard edged gleam that was almost predatory.

"You're mine Cindy…" he told her as she gazed up at his possessive expression, his hands settling on her hip as he pressed himself against her entrance and sank into her welcoming body slowly, no man had ever made her feel so acutely aware of his claim on her body, and the look on his face told her he meant every word. She was used to taking care of herself and has long ago accepted that if anything bad was going to happen, it was going to happen to her, getting switched at birth could give a girl a complex like that… or there was the whole mass murderer boyfriend issue… but with him… it felt like Dick Casablancas was the good luck she was supposed to wait her whole life to find. He wasn't the moronic douche-waffle she'd always thought he was while she was in high school.

"You won't want any other man after I've finished with you" he promised with a kiss as he buried himself inside her to the hilt, grabbing each of her legs behind the knees and pulled them up around his waist, the position burying him inside her even deeper. His teeth captured her lower lip and he playfully nibbled it as he began a slow deep rhythm as he began to thrust into her. ""Life hurts. And if you let me… we can slow down and I'll make sure we are going to be okay."

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer as she rocked her hips against him, he growled in approval as he felt her body clench tighter around him, a fire building inside him as he increased their pace.

"Oh God…" she gasped, a gorgeous full throated sound as his pelvis rubbed against her clitoris.

"Don't worry baby… it's going to get better" he assured her as he kissed along her neck and he felt her begin to shake. "I'll push you over that edge. And then I want to fuck you the way I need to" he whispered before she felt his teeth bite into her neck as he cupped her breasts in his hands. She wasn't used to this side of him, aside from the first time he kissed her in the elevator; she'd always been the one to initiate things between them… now he was in control.

She was so wet and hot and responsive beneath him…

Every part of her felt alive, calibrated to drive him wild with need as she surrendered, trailing her own kisses along his unshaven neck, a slow seductive ballet highlighted with breathy moans and panted whispers as she encouraged him but he kept building her to the edge and then holding her there… refusing to grant her the release her body so desperately craved. "Tell me Cindy… I want to hear it…" he commanded. "You know exactly what I'm doing, what you're feeling, and I won't stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbours know my name, but you have to tell me what I want to hear… I can keep you squirming and wet…" he warned as he delved torturously slowly into her, instead of the hard thrusts her body seemed to need. "We haven't spent all this time getting to know each other, driving each other crazy, to have a quick fuck and go our separate ways. You need to understand, Baby, now I've made love to you, you're mine."

His breath was hot against her ear, and the possessiveness in his tone both shocked and thrilled her. Nothing about Dick Casablancas was dominant or the stereotypical alpha male, he was self-confessed beta-bro content as long as he got to play wing man and fuck 'em and chuck 'em with the rest of his fraternity brothers, to hear him claim her so outright made her shiver.

"Aren't you getting bored of me yet?" she panted. It was secretly one of her biggest fears, that he would just wake up one morning and realize that he missing out on the multitudes of other women who would throw themselves at his trust fund.

God what was with the teasing?

"Yes, I'm awfully bored of you needing way too much sex." He grinned at her sarcastically as he took her nipple into his mouth, holding her hips in place and making her feel all of him filling every inch of her as he moved against her in a slow grind.

"Fucking Christ… Okay… Dick… baby, I'm yours… I need you now… please… please stop playing with me… or I'm going to have to find a sex partner that requires batteries" she pleaded.

"Say it again.." he whispered as he held himself up on his forearms, his blue eyes pinning her in place as she gazed up into his fallen angels face.

"I'm yours…" she repeated as he began a slow steady rhythm, glorious insanity, insatiable hunger devouring them both as his control snapped and he finally gave in and began to thrust in faster, harder, he wanted to watch her come unhinged, have her melt into him until she was boneless, limbless and he had owned every inch of her sweet beautiful body. He ran a hand along her thighs as she finally threw her head back against the pillows as her orgasm shook her, a delight to watch, he was going to make her do that again, and again, several times in multiple positions.

His brain became a scorching hot mess as he felt her nails digging into his back, the aftershocks of her release as twitched around his cock and he finally gave in and he collapsed into the pillows beside her, clutching her body tightly to his, sweat misting his blond hair. She had been ready to crawl into his bones but he knew now that this curvy techno girl had her handprints on his heart, she wasn't getting away from him now.

Losing Weevil Navarro may not have been a personal loss to him, he'd barely known the guy but it had emphasized just how important it was to know what you wanted from life, because fuck it was short. He hadn't much in his future sorted out, his mother had her plans for him and his dad could go find a bridge as far as Dick as concerned… but one thing he did know for sure… he wanted Cindy Mackenzie, and now he had her, he'd be damned if he let the best thing in his life get away.