So this one became less "kink" the more i wrote it, but I spent a bunch of time on it, so I'm rolling with it.

Ignore the mistakes, I wrote this on my phone at 3am with a baby sleeping on me.

Rose POV

The cell smelt like mildew and piss, and the scent of alcohol lingered in the air, likely from my cellmate. The man with greying hair had seen better days, though he looked comfortable curled up on the only cot in the cell. I stood by the bars, my wrist resting against it; the metal of the shackles clinked when I shifted.

I couldn't do much in the cell except stare at the bastard that put me in there—Sheriff Dimitri Belikov. Nothing was straighter than the town's sheriff, as sharp as the points of his star-shaped badge; the only reason he caught me. It wasn't the first time I had robbed the Moroi's, the family was rich enough they wouldn't have noticed the few gold bars I planned to take from their latest delivery. They only realised last time because I left a rose as a laugh; a calling card started out of irony that carried over to each job. I blamed Mason and cursed him for convincing me to drink the night before.

All unfortunate circumstances led to me being in a cell. One stupid mistake after another somehow led to me unknowingly inviting the sheriff back to my room, and the bastard managed to figure out who I was. Maybe he already knew—either way, I needed to escape and get my revenge simultaneously.

The sun rose high in the sky; I didn't have much longer before the train arrived.

"Do you lock up all the women you take advantage of?" I drawled, tapping my nails on the bars.

Dimitri sat behind his desk, eyes on the papers before him. "I didn't take advantage of you, Miss," he replied without lifting his eyes.

I laughed, "Waiting until I was just in my petticoat to arrest me isn't gentleman-like."

At my words, his jaw tensed.

"If you let me out now, I'll protect your reputation. The mothers here won't let their daughters marry a man with such loose morals."

"Loose morals?" he repeated with a raised brow, "I believe you were the one to offer the first drink." Dimitri stood up, hands patting his vest—the keys in his front pocket. "Despite the events of last night, you are a wanted criminal–"

"I do appreciate being wanted, Sheriff."

"The marshals will arrive tomorrow and take you off my hands."

A chill moved down my spine; once the marshals had me escaping would be near impossible. I concealed my trepidation and leaned forward, letting my shawl part enough to expose the swell of my breast. "You seemed to take pleasure placing your hands on me last night."

He faltered, clearing his throat. "Last night was a misunderstanding."

"Would you like to pick up where we left off?" I offered with a flirtatious look. Dimitri didn't reply, but I saw indecision in his eyes. I had a chance. "If we must spend another night together, shall we enjoy it?"

There was a moment pause—the keys exposed by his hand—then Dimitri shook his head. "You are a criminal," he repeated softly but firmly. He nodded to himself, picked up his hat and started for the door.

"Wait!" I threw myself at the bars, my pretence dropped to allow my fear to show. It was enough to bring Dimitri to a halt. "I can't go with the marshals."

"Why is that?" he questioned, slowly pivoting on his heel.

"You know what they'll do to me." My throat tightened, the phantom feeling of rope rubbing my skin raw. My fingers brushed my neck, and Dimitri eyed the motion with a grim stare.

"The punishment for stealing is well known."

"So you are content to stand back and let me hang?" I gripped the bars between us, narrowing my glare, "I thought the man I shared drinks with last night had some sense of honour."

Indecision flicked across his face again, drawing him a step closer to the cell. "What would you suggest I do?"

I could laugh in his face—the answer was obvious. "Let me go."

"And be ridiculed by the marshals and lose my good standing with my town?" He shook his head and stepped away, "I cannot do that, Miss."

"I could offer you something in return." I held my hands towards him as if the information was written on my palms, "I'll tell you where my accomplices will be. Trade my arrest for theirs."

"You'll betray your comrades?"

"They left me behind and didn't do a thing when you arrested me," I replied with a shrug. "Why should I show them loyalty?"

Dimitri was still cautious but inched closer. His hand lingered by his pocket. "Betrayal is not a choice to be made so lightly."

He stood so close that I had to lift my chin to meet his eyes, staring into the deep brown eyes that held me captive the night before. "Choices are easy when you face the Hangman's noose." The reminder of what fate awaited me prompted Dimitri to take out the keys, hovering by the lock but not committing.

"I don't believe I should trust you," he commented softly, eyes searching my face as if the truth would be carved into my skin.

"Keep me restrained. If my information proves fruitful, then you can release me," I offered with a gentle smile, pushing my hands past the bars until my fingers brushed the back of his hand. "Just don't leave me in a cell."

Emotions flicked across his face, eyes darting from my eyes to where our hands touched. The minutes that dragged while awaiting his decision felt like hours; I swore it would be sundown before he unlocked the cell. Finally, Dimitri slid the key in; a resigned sigh slipped past his lips as he eyed me. "I truly hope you don't make me regret my kindness."

I didn't move immediately, eyeing the open cell door as if it were a ruse—as if Dimitri would slam it shut the moment I tried to step through. He stood on the other side, holding it open as if it were a normal door and I was a lady. I held his eyes as I stepped through, my shawl drawn closed like a shield. Dimitri did close the cell again, but only once I was through; we stood in the middle of the jailhouse waiting for the other to move first.

Dimitri took my elbow with just enough pressure to ensure I didn't run away. I glanced at him, "You don't trust me."

A smile graced his lips. "No." Dimitri led me across the room, standing behind me as he pointed at the map pinned to the wall, "Where are your accomplices?"

"Straight to it," I retorted, attempting to turn to face him, "I thought we could–"

He gripped my shoulders and faced me to the map again; his touch lingering longer than required. "Tell me where they are or I will put you back in that cell."

I eyed the faded ink of the map, following the lines of mountains and streams until the name of the town appeared. With a huff, I pointed, "They are hiding in the ruins, waiting for the train to arrive and then we are meant to move west."

"The train?" Dimitri stepped away from me, and leaned over his desk in thought, "That arrives in less than an hour."

"We have time then." The shawl dropped from my shoulders as I spun; I still only wore my corset and petticoats. Dimitri had given me a chance to redress when he arrested me, but I had tried to escape the moment I was released from his hold. I was halfway out the window before he caught me, and I wasn't trusted again—until now.

Dimitri turned at my words with a furrowed brow—they rose as my state of undress registered to him. I gripped the labels of his vest and pushed him back against the desk; I used his surprise to angle his head down to claim his lips. I didn't make it a habit to kiss men I barely knew, I especially never took any to my room, but I was drawn to Dimitri in more ways than I was willing to admit. Kissing him was no hardship, and definitely with no regret.

Dimitri stiffened, still as a statue; his fingers curled around my wrist just under the metal shackles and I expected him to push me away. Then he kissed me back.

I offered to pick up where we left off back in my room at the inn—before he spotted my gear for the heist and single rose on my dresser—it seemed Dimitri was willing to do the same. A spark of passion burned between us and it was easily fanned into a flame. Dimitri moved easily as I turned us around, guiding him back into his chair; the wooden legs dragged on the ground until the chair hit the wall, rattling the metal weapons cage. I fumbled with my skirts as I tried to climb onto his lap, needing to release his shirt to gather the layers of material away from my legs.

"This would be easier if I could move more freely," I cursed, shaking my wrist before him to emphasise my point. "Don't suppose you could be a gentleman and unbind me before you bed me?"

Dimitri's lips parted, unbalanced by the bluntness of my words, though was quick to regain himself. "How do I know you aren't lying?"

I pressed myself to his chest as I whispered in his ear. "You don't." I kissed his neck, dragging my hands down his chest. Dimitri groaned, head tilted so I had more room to explore. My lips trailed across his jaw and to his mouth; he was addictive, and the feelings he stirred within me were dangerous. "But I suppose you were right to be suspicious."

"What?"

The click of metal locking echoed in the room; I stood from Dimitri's lap, my bare wrists exposed and a smile on my face. Dimitri jolted but was jerked back by the metal around his wrist—attached to the weapons case by my shackles. He opened his mouth but I stopped any words from being said by covering his lips with mine again; Dimitri surprisingly kissed back.

I reluctantly broke the kiss to catch my breath, just far enough away to meet his eyes. "Sorry to betray your kindness again, though you should have learnt from the first time. You truly are too trusting, Sheriff Belikov. Someone might take advantage of that."

I could see the anger burn in his eyes, silently cursing himself. "You won't be able to get far, Miss."

"I'm not scared of the marshals," I laughed as I opened the cage he was restrained to. I took out my gun and another that caught my eye, securing them in a holster I found. With a wink, I waved the key I had swiped from his vest, "Let's keep this safe in here."

Dimitri winced as I locked the keys away. "You should fear them. Once they catch you–"

"They won't, I have a train to catch," I assured. I walked to his desk, picking up his discarded hat and placing it on my head. I turned back to Dimitri, my head tilted in thought as I drew my gun, "Unfortunately, I can't risk you coming after me."

Dimitri tensed, pulling at his restraint insistently. "Adding murderer to your wanted poster?"

"No." I couldn't resist leaning in for one last kiss, lingering to remember the pleasure of his kiss. "I would never kill you, sheriff." I saw the question in his eyes a moment before I lifted my gun, the barrel in hand. "I look forward to the next time we meet."

I brought the butt of the gun down on his temple, the swift hit knocking him out cold. I stared at his limp form, a stirring of guilt in my chest to leave him in such a state even if I had no choice. If anyone could ruin the heist, it would be him. A glance out the lone window in the room showed the sun above us—I needed to hurry to meet the others.

I marched for the door, pausing long enough to take the dusters three sizes too big for me; the worn leather covered my body so no one would wonder why an undressed woman was leaving the jail house. With one last glance at Dimitri, I stepped out.

The only regret I had was that we never finished what we started.

I was asked about my authors name. Its a name I picked when finishing my Animation degree. Hiccupped is because I've had chronic hiccups for close to 15 years, so hiccups are kind of my thing now.