Prompt : Zip me please!
Okie Dokie Sunglasses.
There are moments like these which make you really resent the fact that your girlfriend is a police officer. Apart from the obvious reasons - you hate the fact that you can't be mad at your girlfriend for long. Mostly, it works well for you but sometimes you truly wish you could knock some sense into your headstrong girlfriend by keeping her in the dog house for a few days, but you also know that if something were to happen to your police officer girlfriend in that time - you would never forgive yourself. So when Gail stomped out of the house in anger that morning -not so much giving you a second glance, you know you've got to make peace with her. Not just for her sake, but for your own as well.
So after five minutes of ranting to yourself, you get ready to head down to the precinct. You know if she could, Gail would come back and calm you down, but you know she does not have much time to do that. So you rush down to the precinct yourself, and a flash of your smile and ID and the officers let you in down to the dressing rooms.
Gail seems to be the only one there, and she seems to be quite set with her uniform. You stand at the entry and glare at her, waiting till she looks up and notices you. Gail does, of course, being the ever perceptive cop she is.
'Hol, I know this is sudden but you've got to understand that I've got to do this.' she says, trying to make you understand why this is so important to her, to her job. You don't really listen to her. You will never be able to understand why she puts her life on the line - nor why she gets this pleasure out of doing this risky, terrifying job everyday - and you're pretty sure you never will understand anyway. Right now, you just want her to know that you love her, though you're mad at the circumstances.
So without a word, you grab the tie that was lying outside, the one your girlfriend was about to take and wear on, and now - she's giving you that look.
You don't give me that look. I give you that look.
She gives in first - of course -and stands in front of you, waiting for you to give it back or to say something. You take the tie and start tying it on her.
Gail always wore the old-fashioned ties, shunning clip-ons. Her father taught her to wear a tie in all the possible ways - and she always wore her uniform tie with a simple Windsor knot.
You gently pop the collar of her dress shirt, and take the two ends of the tie, somehow managing to run your fingers along her neck as you do. You can feel her take a sharp breath, and you internally grin at that, but you still keep your face stern as you tie it on her.
You can feel her eyes searching intently for any sign of her being let off the hook. But you keep your face as cross as you can. As you finish tying it, you slowly run your fingers along the blade of the tie, not looking into her face. You know by now you're a sucker for her blue eyes, and you're carefully avoiding them. You're done with the tie and you're about to set her shirt collar right and as you do, she grabs your hand and your gaze immediately goes to her face.
She's looking concerned at you, with those blue eyes that stare into your soul, and it's your turn to give in.
You relax your expression and you look at her, and like you always do, you remember every detail about it. It's become this habit with you, every time she steps out you memorize every tiny aspect about it, if it ever becomes the last. You pray fervently it never does become the last time, but a part of you always remembers it all, just in case.
She gives you a soft, reassuring smile as she brings your hand to her lips for a quick kiss. You love these conversations you have, no words, just meaningful gazes which only the other could decipher, because no words would ever suffice to express what you want to say. She realizes she's getting late for parade and you let her go. She leaves, but not without giving you a deep kiss and a wordless promise that she'll be home safe in your arms tonight.