I wasn't totally innocent growing up. My father told me, 'Either clean up your act, or you'll be living with your mother in Kansas.' If that wasn't enough of a wakeup call, I'm not sure what is. Everything I need is in the DC area. And I'm not talking D.C as in presidents and shit. I'm talking about the luxury of being a part of the D.M.V as a whole. I could party it up at the college of William and Mary one week. Go tag some walls in Maryland, and get lost in Delaware, all before making my curfew.
Being a product of the District of Columbia is truly a gift. To have a home without a home, just gives you opportunities to explore. That being said. When there isn't much to do, crimes are set up to happen. With DC being ranked one of the top deadliest cities, getting away was more of a survival thing. But that very reason, always encouraged me to come back. Not just that, but give back too. Being a cop was my way of doing that. Also, when you grew up in an era where Law & Order and Criminal Minds were the top shows, it's a no brainier. And no, I didn't graduate as a donuts cop. I'm far too pumped up to sit around all the time.
Crime still go on, but it's been awhile since I received a thrill call. Some would say, that is a good thing. Less police calls, more lives saved. If you look at statistics, we're usually called when it's too late. So, I wouldn't give that an overall win.
It took only a few months being on the job, to realize those crime shows were fabricated. I think I jumped more fences in the academy than now. That being said, if you're going to commit a crime, please make it worthwhile. Because why go through all that trouble, just to get your ass caught and thrown into jail?
"Is there any units in the Washington Drive area?"
I look over at my partner Kuvira, as we're parked inside the Wal-Mart parking lot. It has been yet another slow day. The only action we received, was a parking dispute between two individual who felt they owned parking spaces. No one got arrested, because they were too busy calling names at each other. Honestly, I wished we didn't take that call. But, something we have no choice.
Technically, my partner and I are still at the scene of the crime. Which gives us every right to ignore dispatch's request of service. Another factor to consider, its 5:00pm on a Tuesday. The best crimes don't start until after 9:00pm. Who in their right mind, would take a call during rush hour?
Sometimes I miss working night shifts. As a rookie, I enjoyed my ride along with those in the service longer than me. Now that I've some years under my belt, I requested to take nights. But my request was denied. Apparently my services are needed at all the retail stores.
"You want to take it, Bates?" My partner asks.
"Ugh. Let's wait to hear the report first."
"There is a report of an unconscious male at Circuit Mall, I need a patrol unit to check it out."
This isn't some civil disrupt, this a life or death situation! This is actually a chance to use my knowledge and skill as a cop to use. I'm not paying the referee this time, I'm saving a life!
I quickly turn on the siren, as Kuvira tells dispatch we're on route.
Once in the parking garage, My partner and I step out our vehicle and approach Mercedes-Benz GL Class described to us by dispatch. And just by looking at it, I'm in debt. Just goes to show you, not even all the money in the world can save you. Hopefully, we can at least.
A white male who looks to be around in his late 40's is leaning forward in the passenger seat. Even though he appears to be unconscious, I make my presence known. "Sir? This is the Metropolitan Police, are you okay?" I ask, loudly.
When I don't get a response, I draw my weapon and step closer to the vehicle. You can never be too careful. There has been a trend of folks stealing vehicles, while the driving is still inside. This could be the same case.
When I see no one else in the vehicle, I place my gun back into my holster.
"He could be a heavy sleeper." Kuvira says, while peeking through the window.
"With that white powder in that ginger stash of his, I doubt it."
As I call dispatch to send an ambulance over, I see a middle aged woman in a Gucci pants suit walk towards us. "Ma'am please step back." I order calmly.
"No! You're standing in front of my car." She answers.
I look over at my partner, who look's just as shocked as me. "This is your car, Miss?" I ask.
"Yes, why are you so invested with it?" She asks, rudely.
Kuvira holds up her hand, blocking the woman from stepping any closer.
"What is the meaning of all us this!?"
"I'm going to need you to calm down, Ma'am. Did you've someone drop you off here?" I ask.
"Yes! My husband and I came here to shop, if you can't tell!"
"Do you know where he's at now?" My partner asks.
The woman clearly looks annoyed, but answers. "Somewhere in the mall. We don't shop at the same stores, he's probably still looking around. I was just going to wait here until he finishes."
Now that I know her husband is inside the mall, this could now be an attempted burglary.
"Could you call him just to clarify?"
The woman phones her husband, and as we wait the sound of a ringing cell can be heard from inside the vehicle. The same one, my partner and I are standing against.
The confused woman, pushes pass my partner and unlocks her vehicle. As soon as she opens the car door, the male lands face first onto the parking garage's floor. The woman then steps back hysterical "Wilbert! My husband! My husband! What happened!? What happened!?"
As Kuvira holds the distressed woman back, I knell down to check his pulse. From this angle, I can see a white baggie on the car's floor. Not feeling anything, I flip him over and see that his eye's are heavily dilated. I don't need my flashlight to see that he probably overdosed.
My partner tries her best to comfort the woman, but I know we need a little more back up right now. With a group of people surrounding us, this isn't the most healthiest environments to be in. I'm not one of those cops that gets upset when I'm recorded. The more witnesses, the better. But having a dead body out in the open, isn't the greatest.
Luckily, backup arrives just in time. All whom, are shouting out orders for the bystander to leave, so the ambulance can gets medic tries his best, but he has no luck bringing this man back to life. It's a sad day in D.C, but it's also just another one.
The Chief Beifong comes out of the squad car, and she looks exhausted.
"Overdose?" She asks, my partner and I.
"Yes. Chief. Cocaine, I believe." I answer. She nods, then looks down at the victim. "A Burberry suit? Hm. I guess he got more than he payed for." She snickers, which get's Kuvira to frown.
"Oh lighten up! It's just a joke." The Chief defends.
"An insensitive one." Kuvira replies.
Chief Beifong rolls her eyes, before making her way to talk with narcotics.
I'm mentally ready to get back into my patrol car, but I know I've to file my police report. Explaining how we came on the scene, what we saw, and etc. I guess someone would say, 'The Fun' part of the job. Clearly I'm being sarcastic, but hey! This might be the most exciting call we get today.
"Uh-Oh. Here comes trouble." I look in the direction my partner is staring at, and even I groan.
Not even the Chief's stone cold glare, can stop the woman from lifting up the yellow tape, and stepping into the crime scene. She's wearing a white designer blouse, black pencil skirt, and a very tinted frame of Coach sunglasses. If I didn't know any better, she could be related to the dead man.
"Look who's here. The Bitch of the East." My partner says under her breath, but her words were loud enough to hit the woman's ears.
"Excuse me?" She ask, taking off her sunglasses.
Seeing how nervous my partner becomes, I answer for her. "I said, what brings you here, Detective?" She looks down at me in disgust, which is highly uncalled for, given she's just 2 inches taller than me.
Our entire department hates her. She makes everyone's job a lot harder, because she challenges/questions every decision we make. This is clearly an accidental overdose, but knowing her. She'll probably rule it as a homicide just to get under our skin. She has every right to, too. Because she's good at what she does, in the others' eyes. But just because the badass Asami Sato graduated top of her class, and has been on special opp missions, doesn't give her the right to be such a pain.
Kuvira gulps out of fear, and I swear I need a tougher partner at times.
"I'm not going to ask again! Walk me through the scene, Officer."
"Okay, Detective Sato! Bates and I got a call from dispatch."
"I KNOW THAT! WE WOULDN'T BE HERE IF YOU DIDN'T!" She shouts, annoyed.
Which just pisses me off, because there is no need for a detective to be here right now. If she really wanted to know, she could've waited for our final reports. Which I'm going to make her do.
"Why don't you wait until we give our report? My partner and I need time to relax. We did just witness a...haunting scene." I reply.
The woman then chuckles to herself, clearly seeing me as a joke. But the joke's on her, because she's getting nothing from me.
"I'm a busy woman, I don't have time to wait for your fabricated patriotism story. From the looks of it, you did a sloppy job."
"Sloppy? How So, Detective?" I ask, truly offended.
"Well for starters. The victim was reported in the passenger seat, but when I arrived here, I noticed him lying on the ground. With a gash on his forehead."
"He got it when he fell out the car!" I defend.
"Wow! Maybe you two did experience a haunting scene. Because apparently an unconscious man can open his car door, and fall out of it! "
"No. The wife opened the car, and he fell out." Kuvira adds, which doesn't help our case at all.
Now the detective looks at me smugly.
"Oh? So the wife got passed 'two' somewhat qualified folks of the law, and did this? How do we even know the overdose killed him? Maybe the kiss of concrete did it? You cops make my job a lot harder. All you had to do was check out the scene. But instead, you managed to make everything worse. What a shame, they just let anyone graduate nowadays."
"Why are you even here, Detective? Shouldn't you be at bigger scenes?!" Instead of replying, she pulls out her phone and starts taking pictures. Completely ignoring my questions. At one point, she squats down to get a better angle, and I swear if she didn't always have a stick up her ass, I would say she had a good one. After getting what she needs, she heads over to my boss. "Chief, It was nice seeing you. I'll be in touch."
"I look forward to it." Chief Beifong replies, sarcastically.
The woman puts back on her sunglasses, and struts her way back to her maroon Dodge Charger. Before pulling off, she honks her horn three times, then races down the ramp.
"What a bitch." Kuvira says.
Its 9:00pm and I'm officially done for the day.
Just like I thought, the overdose was the most exciting event of the day. I place my badge onto my kitchen counter, and head straight to the fridge for a Jack Daniels. After chugging it down, I head into the living room to place my weapon into the safe box.
"Long day at work?" A voice asks.
I don't need to see the person to know who it is, so I continue my task while replying. "You know? Fighting crime and keeping the city safe is tiring, you should try it." I answer.
"Aw. That hurts." She replies, walking deeper into the room.
With my back still turned, I feel arms wrap around my waist, and a chest pressed against my back. Still in my uniform, I can't help but think of the event earlier today. "It must be nice going into work whenever you like." I say, controlling my breathing as she rests her chin onto the slip of my neck. "I like to pick and choose what I want to investigate." She replies.
She doesn't' pick and choose, she purposely does this. I've told her countless of times I dislike it when she gets involved with my work. When she does, she promises not to do it again. But there she goes in that Dodge of her's, taking over the scene like she owns it. And in a way, she does. She practically has the city in her hands. And now, she has those very hands around me.
No matter where I go, I can't get her out of my head. I know the others at work are secretly fantasizing about her. Because something about a woman in charge, really brings out the realness in a person. But when you're real, why do you need to work so hard to prove yourself?
Her hand rests onto my duty belt, and I can feel both our hearts racing. Especially her's. "Why don't you get out of your uniform?" She asks, lowly.
"Isn't that what I was doing?" I answer.
After my response, she lets go of my belt and exits out the room.
Walking away? Nothing surprising about that. Unless it has something to do with my job, she's off on her own. How would you feel in my position? This woman completely ignores your simple requests, and does whatever she feel like doing. She knows how important this job is to me. And so far, she has put my entire department through hell. My partner gets anxiety every time she's near. My chief has to answer to her boss every time he questions why a simple closed case has to be reopened. And most importantly, she belittles my character around the other officers. Every time I make a gain, she gets the feeling of control.
Not accepting her carelessness, I make my way up the winding stairs. Passing the various awards, police photos, and paintings on the wall. My cat Bolly races across the hall and into another room. Even she can sense the tension. The hall I'm walking down, is the perfect illusion of the tunnel vision I've been having these past weeks. And that ends tonight.
The only thing preventing this room from being pitched black, is the closet light of the bedroom . "Where is it?" I hear, as various objects are being thrown around.
"Can we talk?" I ask.
"About what?" She replies. As if she finds my question more humorous, than worth the time. She steps out of the closet, clearly defeated she can't find what she's looking for.
" I guess I've to look for my Kindle another day. It's late, where's Bolly? Bolly?" She calls out. Just as the bells on the cat, becomes louder, I shut the door.
"Um? Someone had a rough day?" She frown.
"Apparently you didn't, since you make it your duty to ruin everyone's day!" Not even the sternest of my voice, gets her to fret. Instead, she walks towards me with a artificial pouty face.
"Aw. Does someone needs a hug?" She states, but I back away.
"No! You need to stop coming to my job."
She tries to place her hand onto my shoulder, but I grab a hold of her wrist, forcefully pulling her into me. The look in her eyes and the closeness of our bodies, just fuels the rush inside me. I've no choice but to let go, and that was a mistake on my part because she takes the opportunity to start unbuttoning the white blouse she had on earlier.
But she's not undoing the buttons for seduction, no. She's undoing them just to redo them into the wrong slits. She's using my OCD of clothing being worn improperly, against me.
"Why can't we do our respected jobs at the same time?" She asks, while batting those emerald eyes of her's. This time, I walk towards her and try my best to focus on her eyes, as I correct the buttons of her blouse. One of the buttons get stuck, and I've not choice but to look down. Where I'm faced with her indigo laced bra. At this point, there is no point in fixing it. So I slide the blouse entirely off her shoulders. Visually getting a great view of her partially bare torso.
"Come on, Korra. Tell me again why you don't want me to show up. Is it because I scare your whole team?" She pouts, while stepping a little closer to me.
Fuck! She's using that sexy tone I like.
"Does officer Bates not like it when I call her mean names in front of her coworkers?"
I've to bite down onto my tongue, because she can't get to me. I made it this far.
"Tell me, Officer. What don't you like about my presence?" She whispers into my ear.
With her closeness, I can smell my favorite scent on her. Which causes me to take advantage of our position, pulling her even closer, so I can grab her ass. And just like I thought earlier, she wasn't wearing panties. Even though I'm furious, that anyone could be graced with what was under her black skirt, I don't stop massaging it. When I hear her moan, I try to pull away. But she grabs my wrist, while kicking off her skirt. "Do you really like it better when I'm not there?" She asks, while gliding my hand to her front. Where I can feel exactly how wet she was this entire time. I'm fighting the temptation of controlling my own fingers as she using them for her own pleasure. "Do you think about how I feel, ever?"
"Always."
"You think I like showing up there to see those washed up cops?" She says, while my hand is being guided lower. "I've seen mall security guards perform better than your unit. But not you Officer Bates, I like you. I like how you're not okay with the lack of excitement. You want the big cases because you can handle them."
All I can utter is an 'Mmhm', as my fingers are soaked more into her sweetness.
"But most importantly. I like how you're the only one that can handle me. And I like it even more, that I'm the only one that knows it."
The need of control inside of me, is too strong to ignore. I can't let her finish without me. I need to hear her breathing, based on every orchestrated touch by me. I need to know, I'm the only one that can get her like this.
My back is pressed against the wall of our bedroom. And the fact she purposely ignored the bed, just influences my high. She had to have it up to here with my games. So my prize is probably coming with a price.
I hate that I had to get her roused up like this, but I had no choice.
My wife and I had a bet.
Whomever could go the longest without kissing or being intimate with each other, would've to do the house chores for a month. With both our jobs being stressful,we hardly have time to tidy up around here. Even though I've less hours than Korra, I still have a lot of paperwork to complete.
So far, we've made it three weeks without sex. But in all honesty, I couldn't take it any longer. But I wasn't going to do chores for it. That being said, I would purposely listen to dispatch, and show up whenever Korra's unit took a call. Making sure I wore my most seductive outfits, since I know how much my wife enjoys seeing me all dressed up. Another thing that helped with my plan, is belittling her in public. Because due to my rank, she can't respond back to me. Everyone around us knows we keep our relationship very professional. I bet a few of them think we're on the verge of divorce. But we are certainly not. Even if we were, the sex is way too good to call it a quits. I'm surprised we even made it this far.
I would say this is a win in my book, but the way she's taking me right now, has me wondering who's getting more satisfaction. I know she's upset for giving in so easily, and probably for my words these past weeks. But I need her right now. And I'll take whatever I deserve, to achieve that.
As I feel the flesh of my neck being pulled by her mouth, I'm holstered further up the wall. Her hips support me, but the feeling of her police belt pressing against my sensitive center drives me crazy. "You like that?" She says, while rocking more of her hips into me. I could get off just by her talking to me like this, but I know she doesn't like it when I go too easily. To prevent that, I try to distract myself.
"I liked seeing you today, despite your disapproval." My honest statement, just causes her to sink three fingers into me, instead of our typical agreeable two, without warning. I watch the devilish smirk on her face, as she continues to enter me, and my walls just take it. I try to keep my composure, but this new greater rough side of her's, is a lot to take in.
"Maybe I might have to look into those police brutality reports."
"That's not funny. And you know you did this on purpose."
"Did what on purpose?" I say between pants, as she pumps faster. Pretending to be clueless, was a mistake because she pressed her hip more into me, and I don't think I'll ever look at walkies talkies the same way ever again.
"Finish taking off your bra." She orders.
I don't know how she can have all this energy left. Also, with her entire hand almost inside of me, it's pretty difficult to even move at this point. "I think I'm fine." I defy. Even though she likes to be dominant, I'm not 100% submissive. I'm the head detective of this district! It'll take a little more than some aggressive orders to get me to..."Fuck, Korra." She starts to curl her digits, and I have to chuckle through how pissed off I am at her for being so cruel to me. "Maybe you're the one that had the long day, since you aren't listening to me." She says, while biting down onto my shoulder. I've completely lost control of my natural breathing pattern at this point. She likes watching my eyes while I'm being fucked, but with this new rush taking over my body, it's difficult to give her the attention she uses for her own pleasure. "You're so wet, I'll probably have to clean the floor...And every room I plan to fuck you in today." The thought of being taken in every room, and her mistreatment of my body is enough to give me the orgasm I much needed. I hold onto her, as I come down from my rush. When it's all done with, she lifts her forehead from off mine, and looks at me concerned. "You okay?"
"Yeah. That was just...WOW!"
She starts to blush, and you would've never thought such a sweet woman would be capable of such things. She slowly pulls out her hand away, and I nearly faint at the loss of contact. "You really needed that." She says, while examining her now coated hand.
"It's been 21 days, didn't you?! I defend.
She laughs, and I love it so much. She has the ability to switch from goofy to tough. Which makes her the perfect cop in my opinion .
"When are you going to stop influencing my denial for night shifts?"
"When are you going to stop requesting it?" I tease back.
"What? Are you scared I won't have enough time to asses our situation first?" She asks, while I start to unbutton her uniform top. "Why don't you just focus on your usual night shift, before you start adding another round." I explain, while tossing the article of clothing across the room.
" I expect nothing but rounds, I wasn't kidding about the every room thing. Starting with this one, it wasn't in the bed so it doesn't count." She teases, while lifting me up. I don't need to use my strength like her, I like to get in her head. Because deep down, she knows I come whenever I want to.
Author's Note
After all these years, I finally gave in and wrote a smut fic.
Let's be real, I only did it for the plot.