Hey everyone,
WOW! I knew this story wouldn't be overly long, yet still I find myself amazed that I am actually writing the final chapter for this story. This story, along with a few others, was actually my motivation to set up the Once-A-Month-Posting schedule and now it's actually finished – which makes me happy as well as sad.
Now, as for the schedule, I have some bad news. I have decided to postpone the possibility of posting two chapters a month to sometime next year. Why you may ask? Because I first want the absolute certainty that I have both the time and the proper chance to write these chapters, which I currently just don't.
I am running ahead, just not with enough of my stories to make the solid promise of more than one chapter per month and feel confident I can keep with this promise. Because of this do I first want to find the time to run ahead with multiple stories – instead of just 2 or 3 out of 15 – before I can come true about this change of plans.
Well, end of the story,

Venquine1990

Carmelita's POV

"It's just amazing how much can change in the little amount of time of a single week. At the start of this week I had just been doing my job and suddenly got overwhelmed with the concept that I was to be an actual target for some disgusting criminal organization – and now I am living alongside my biggest target and his gang."
These thoughts go through my mind as I am, yet again, admiring another one of Sly's incredible creations in the large mirror that has been build into the large closet that has my cloths and for the umpteenth time am I just amazed at how well Sly knows both what colors fit my looks as well as all of my sizes.
I have actually been doing this every day of my stay here, partially to see what cloths I should put on for the day, partially because I just love the visual evidence of the Ringtail's adoration and respect for me and then the smooth voice of my dreams says: "So, that's why you're always the last to arrive at breakfast, is it?"
And when I look at the doorway, do I see my smooth, ever charismatic and charming Raccoon leaning against the doorway with his back, pretending to be some mysterious bad guy with how he has his head tilted so that his blue peasant's cap actually hides his eyes from me, making me giggle at how amazing he portrays the act as I say:

"What can I say, I admire good talent." Making Sly tilt his head up just enough I can see the shadows of his gaze staring at me, making me giggle again as he now looks even more mysterious and badass before I say: "Shouldn't you be starting breakfast yet, Ringtail?" To which the raccoon tops me as he smirks and says:
"Already finished. I just lost the battle with my curiosity and decided to see why you were always last." To this I smile and then the Raccoon sends me a loving wink and mutters: "See you downstairs." Before closing the door behind him, giving me back the privacy of my room, while his pose had helped me decide on my outfit.

And so a little while later, my hair having undergone a serious battle with the curler that Murray had brought over from my own place after it had been established that I would permanently move here and my eyelashes and lips having been treated by my make-up set, do I come down into the kitchen, instantly drawing attention.
Yet it is not the way that my hair curls around my shoulders, ears and the smallest part of my waist, or the way that my dark eyeliner and lipstick accentuate the color of my eyes and curling shape of my lips. It's the red, white and black striped flamingo shirt and skirt that I am wearing that has everyone's eyes boggling out of their sockets.
Sly himself has a very appreciative look on his face as I keep one hand just above my swaying hips as I slide over the kitchen floor towards the group and when I sit down, do I smirk at all the gobsmacked faces and say: "Thank your leader." Before grabbing some food off the table and filling up my plate, Sly laughing as I do.

"What on earth did I do that made you decide on that brilliance of a performance, my fine Inspector?" And while him calling me inspector again reminds me that, starting tomorrow, my time off will be officially over, do I calmly say: "You were trying to act all mysterious and badass like you were one of those old time Mexican cowboys.
I just decided to go along with that image and that made me decide on this here outfit." To this Sly happily cuts up his pancakes, yet also shocks me as he says: "I don't remember where or when I gave you that kind of impression, but I am definitely pleased with the unexpected results. So kudos for me doing things without knowing."
And this is enough to draw his team out of their shocked stupor and get them all focused on their own breakfast, simple and meager conversations of the activities that the members what to do to spend the last of their week off as we have begun to call it, whereas Sly just draws me into conversation about adventures we both greatly enjoyed.

Then breakfast ends and Dimitri and Sly work together on the dishes, yet before I can leave the kitchen, does Sly's tail stop me, making me look at his smirking face before he says: "Wait upstairs for me, will you gorgeous?" And just the loving, excited look in his eyes makes me tingle from head to toe before nodding.
More than half an hour later does Sly arrive at my room, a CD in his hand and a large smile on his face as he knocks on my open door, me sending him a playful questioning look, which just makes the playfulness in his excited grin increase before he moves over to the large radio station that is located in the far back corner of my room.
Yet while he does this, do I also notice that the reason Sly took longer than I expected to get here, is because he is suddenly dressed in the same tuxedo as the one he wore at Rajan's party, which only makes him look even more dashing than his usual outfit does and then the music – which I recognize as Spanish – starts to play.

And suddenly, as Sly turns around, does he have a rose between his teeth, where the flower came from completely boggling my mind, yet the challenging way that he raises his eyebrow making it quite obvious to me that the Raccoon has no intention whatsoever to make my last day off here go by without special events.
At this I happily get up off my bed and strike any possible creases out of my layered skirt before taking a very enticing pose by lying my left hand just above my right hip and holding my right arm above my head in a curve before bending my left foot in front of my right and gaze at the Ringtail as I hiss: "Olé."
At this Sly smirks, claps his hands besides his head and then starts moving my way in the rhythm of the music, me happily taking one side of my skirt in hand as I follow his example, yet when we reach each other, do we move in circles around the axis between us, locking eyes, yet not grabbing hands or really touching the other.
And I will not deny it. The way that Sly moves his body to the music, the way that his eyes and gaze entice mine and draw me in to keep hold of the locked gaze we share and the way that he moves closer to my form, only for the music to make him move a step back and out of arm's reach make me want the raccoon more and more.

Yet while we dance, do we seem not to remain in one location of the room – probably because we are too enchanted with the gaze of the other and suddenly my right leg and Sly's left hip bump against something hard, both of us losing both our focus and our footing, yet before we can fall, does Sly pull me on top of him.
And just like that do we end up on top of each other, lying on the now very wrinkled covers of my bed while our fall made the pillows fall off and Sly's muzzle only an inch under mine making me able to take in his breath and me to fill his lungs with my own as both of our eyes are wide before suddenly, as if out of instinct, Sly responds.
The raccoon tightens his hold on my waist with one arm and uses the other to grasp my head, yet before I can fully understand why, does he pull my face that last inch towards his own, do his eyes close with love and does he kiss me with a fiery passion that proves all the love, lust, respect and admiration the thief feels.
These emotions overwhelm me and I do the only thing I can in response. I moan in pleasure and take Sly's long furry cheeks in both of my own hands, pulling him even closer and tilting my head to deepen the kiss. And while we drown in the love we feel for each other, do I feel Sly undressing my shirt – and I let him.

SORRY, BUT I AM NOT WRITING LEMON!

Later that day

I don't really recall what happened or how I ended up back in bed, but when alertness slowly pushes away the content drowsiness that overwhelms my senses, do I also feel warm radiant beams of light pushing against my closed eyelids, trying to wake me yet also confusing me as I know that the sun doesn't rise on my side of the house.
I peek one eye open, seeing the sun shining just above the top part of the window, yet bright enough for its radiance to shine into my room and when I turn my head away from the brightness – do my eyes widen at what I see is lying on my other side. Or better said who is as a naked Sly Cooper lies besides me, sleeping peacefully.
The raccoon is lying just high enough above me that his chest lies above the covers along with his bare arms and the fact that he is actually in my bed without cloths makes me instantly reach under the covers with one of my hands, yet to my confused relief, do I feel that I am still wearing my multi-layered skirt.

"I would never." I then hear a soft muttering besides me as I had gone to lift the covers enough to see myself still wearing it and this makes me lower the covers again and look at him, the raccoon now having a simple smile on his muzzle as he smiles at me and he whispers: "As much as you entice me, we are just not there yet."
And this makes me remember it. Yes, Sly and I had landed in a very compromising situation. Yes, I had pulled the blue turtleneck off of my Ringtail and yes, this had happened after letting him undo the buttons on the back of my shirt, yet the Ringtail had stopped me after my hands had started caressing down his muscled abs.
He had then told me the same thing, yet we had still explored each other's upper body and the way that Ringtail had caressed and shown love to my cleavage with his hands and mouth along with the loving, yet hungry kisses that he had shared with me had still brought me over the edge before falling asleep in his arms.

This memory makes me happily smile at Sly and I wrap one arm around him before pulling him on top of me, just like he had been when adoring my body earlier today and while happily letting my fingers run through the longer parts of his fur, do I hear him whisper: "We weren't ready yet, but I cannot and will not deny you true pleasure."
Making me look up from where my hand had been drawing patterns through his thick fur and along his abs and up into his loving eyes as I whisper: "You were definitely right, yet I wouldn't have it any other way." I then sigh and return my gaze to my wandering finger as I say: "I could just – heh – lie here forever."
Making me spot how Sly's smile broadens from the corner of my eye and then Sly grabs my hand, pulls it to his face and whispers: "Same here, as long as you continue looking as ethereally gorgeous as you do now – which I know you do and will." Making me happily pull the Ringtail close for another loving kiss.

Again later

I don't really know what to expect of this last day, yet I do know that there is one thing I have to do before anything else and that is report to the chief and see if he has anything for me for the upcoming week. And so I change myself out of my tango outfit and back into the uniform I wore at the park and let Murray drive me to Interpol.
I will admit that taking the van of a known criminal to the headquarters is a form of irony that definitely doesn't escape me, yet Murray seems terrified of the actual building and so parks around the corner a few blocks away and then sends me a loving smile; the kind a big brother sends his little sister on her first day at school.

This makes a small blush dust my cheeks, yet I happily push it away and kiss the big guy on his cheek to thank him and ask him quietly to wait for me before I leave the van, yet before closing the door, do I say: "If you feel that any of the officers might be onto you, get away. Sly gave me a Binocucom and I know the Hide Out's coordinates."
The Hippo nods and says: "The Murray will stay safe and – if you return to him – keep you safe on his way back. That's a promise." Making me smile at him before I close the door of the van and cross the last few blocks to the large square shaped, four-story building, yet before I can cross the last part of the block does something happen.

The door busts open and a large, bulky Golden Retriever with ridiculous pirate costume comes running out, blasting an actual cannon ball out of the cannon under his left arm as he shouts: "You're not getting me alive! I will avenge my captain! Cooper and his Gang will pay for their trickery! Long live Captain – GAAAAAHHHH!"
He then suddenly shouts before losing consciousness as the electricity of my shock-pistol knocks out his nervous system and I put my weapon back in the holster on my hip as I turn from the insentient mammal to the shocked officers standing in the doorway as I ask: "Why do villains always want to hold ridiculous monologues?"
Causing for a large set of horns to honk in the near distance behind me, making me smirk as it must be Murray who saw it all happen from his own Binocucom and while two large buffalo officers pull the lifeless form inside, do others smile as they welcome me in, a lot of them smiling and congratulating, yet none of them really speaking.

And while I am more than aware that they are doing this out of respect for what happened last week, do I then see one of the female officers that I love working with and I ask the little gazelle: "Annette, could you tell the rest of the office that I found a special pond that healed me both mentally and emotionally? Thanks dear."
The gazelle has wide eyes as she gets my silent message and then smiles as says: "Good for you, Carmelita, and good luck." And while nodding at her, do I then continue down the path to my boss' office, part of me feeling right at home back at the familiar stone floors and broken white painted walls with office glass-stained doors.

Yet when I arrive at office and ask: "Hey Chief? You got something for me tomorrow?" Does the Badger smile at my enthusiasm and say: "No sorry, Inspector. All I got is some orders I would like you to convey to my new partner; your – ahem – partner in crime." And while I roll my eyes at his lame joke, do I ask:
"And what is the message, Chief?" Does the Badger shock me as he says: "Leave. Paris. Alone." This completely floors me and I ask: "Leave Paris? But – but – but why?" Yet Barkley shakes his head and says: "No, no, no. I don't want him leaving Paris, I want him to leave Paris alone as in I don't want him commencing heists here anymore."
And while this does make me feel a little more relieved, especially seeing how all of this started, do I ask: "Still, chief, why?" To which the chief says: "Why? Because it'd be a waste of your bloody talent, that's' why! Goodness grief, Fox, you and Cooper know Paris like your own form, there'd be no challenge if he stole here.
Plus, it'd be way too easy for you to arrest him that way. If he were to steal anywhere in Paris, just wait for him at the Hide Out. No, if you and him are to start living in the same place, he might as well step up his game, give you a challenge and make sure you have to chase him outside of our fine city. Am I right or am I right?"

This absolutely floors me for a second time and the chief seems to pick up on this as he raises his arms up and says: "Hey, don't look at me like that, it was the people up floors that thought of it. They want to take advantage of your new cooperation and thought it could help give Paris the reputation Safest City Worldwide."
This makes me roll my eyes as it does sound like something my boss' superiors would think off and then Chief calms down and pulls up some of the files on his desk as he says: "Now, just stay calm, return to base and keep your communication open. If either Cooper or us find any criminal activity outside of town, you'll know."
At this I nod and say: "I'll let Cooper known, thanks chief." My boss nods, his eyes focused on the paper in his hand as I leave the office and the building, walking out and finding Murray's van back in the same alley as before and while I get in and give him a smile, do I feel excited about starting my new, strange, but fascinating career.

And that is it!
Yep, for the end I wanted to throw in some general stuff, some humor, romance, a bit off not-written lemon, a bit of adventure and more humor and I think I captivated all of it quite nicely. There might not be the same level of action as last episode, but I still think the story ended just right – and maybe with chance for a sequel.
Now I'm sure a lot of you are cursing me for that little pause in the middle of the chapter and the whole message that I won't write lemon, but there are two things I want to point out – 1. Sly and Carm never went all the way. 2. I said I wouldn't write lemon, not that I wouldn't write a summary of the lemon experience afterwards.
Okay, see yah all,

Venquine1990