A/N: the plot bunnies have left me. I hope you guys like it anyway. Please comment, it lets me know you care :)
It's dark. They walk along the river as city flings jewels into the water. His hands are in his pockets. Harlee's silk shirt ripples in the wind.
"Crossing your t's, Harlee?" he stops.
"You know me so well."
"Christina?" he asks.
"Asleep. Woz and Linda are with her, three crews outside, one on the roof. Only an ant can squeeze through...maybe."
"Alright. So what do you need?"
She faces him, stare fierce. Her palm flies at his face, hard, twice, and continues. His fingers tense in his pockets, but he lets her go on for a while then leans back.
"Are you done?"
"Not quite".
"Ok. Please continue." He closes his eyes and waits.
She breathes fast, and, embarrassed, lowers her fist. "I don't know whether to thank you or beat you".
"You might as well do both".
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" she smirks.
"You know me so well".
"Asshole".
"Harlee, you hurt me", he says with sarcasm. "Bastard, asshole. What next?"
"Sick fuck".
"But you like me", he rolls his bottom lip in and smiles.
"The jury is out on that". A few more steps.
Harlee: "What are you trying to prove anyway? That Miguel is dead? Who the hell cares".
"You. And Lady Justice".
"Oh, and you are it's passionate servant?".
"Or yours. You decide".
"What are you saying?"
"You know what I mean".
" That insecure to try by yourself, Stahl? no games and no blackmail? You are that weak?"
He stops and looks at the water. So easy to play, darling...
She stops as well. He moves over. She feels his heartbeat at her back...a chunk of iron...
He lifts his hand and runs his finger down her spine agonizingly slowly. She feels each vertebrae bend and shrink away from his hand. She pulls away, he doesn't let her. She can't decide whether she likes it or hates it, his touch, so f...ng different every time. Now it's magic. She decides to calm down and wait. Today, for once, he did her bidding. Such a shitty, insane day...She needs small comforts. She lets her head fall back on his shoulder. He buries his face in her hair and his heart quickens. They stand like this for a while until he sighs and lets go. She smiles to herself as she adjusts her hair. He cannot see it but suspects.
She hops in a cab and he stares, long after it disappears down the street. Harlee, Harlee, you are so naive...