Work was kinda fucking awkward for a bit.

Guess I had that coming to me for asking my brother if I could fuck his girlfriend but a lot of things lately have reminded me how short and shitty life could be (Serial killer boyfriend, Failed realtionship with a federal agent that was old enough to be my father) so I thought fuck it why not.

Dexter was acting weird. Weirder than normal. He didn't talk to me as much and he seemed like he was trying to avoid looking at me. Though I would catch him looking at me sometimes with a weird ass expression on his face. I should be creeped out or something but...I kinda liked it. When we talked it was always about work or some dumb bullshit. He definitely didn't bring up what we talked about. Can't blame him. I didn't either. It was fucking frustrating though. I was waiting on goddamn pins and needles here.

Shit, did I fuck up? No way. Dexter was the more logical one or whatever. A compartmentalizer. No way was he mad.

Right?

I didn't want to push it too much. I didn't want to pressure him into anything. Dex was a stubborn motherfucker but his boundaries were odd. Sometimes he'd set up the great wall of goddamn China for some stupid shit. Other times he'd let his kid sister harrass him into dating someone. I didn't want this to be like that. He didn't seem mad when we talked. I didn't think I was too pushy or weird about it. Eventually, It was all I could take and I was nearly about to storm in and ask Dexter if he said anything to Rita when I got a phonecall. From Rita.

This had to be it right? She was calling to talk about me offering to fuck her. What else? We'd hung out a bit but it wasn't like we were besties. She didn't call me all the time to ask about my fuckin day or whatever. That meant something right? Shit, I wished I had talked to Dex. I cursed under my breath and answered the call.

"Hey, Rita." I said, trying to sound normal.

"Debra." Rita said. She had a really pretty voice. I loved it when she said my name. My brother was a lucky guy. Can't believe he nearly threw her away for fucking Lila.

"What's up?" I said.

"Do you have a moment to talk?" Rita said.

"Yeah sure, I'm on break." I said. On slower days I'd take Lundy's advice, slow down. Head to a coffee shop or a diner or someplace to grab lunch. I was at a little cafe not to far from the precinct. Biding my time and deciding whether to break down the door to Dexter's lab and demand answers when the call came in.

There was a knot in my stomach. Shit. Shit. Shit. I was either going to be really fucking embarrassed or really fucking excited in a minute, wasn't I?

"Dexter told me about your...offer." Rita said. My heart nearly fucking stopped. I hoped Dexter handled this delicately. Fuck I wished I'd have done it myself.

Maybe not. I'd probably have just made a bigger mess then he did. Wasn't too used to pursuing women.

"So...what did you think?" I asked my throat dry.

"It was your idea right?" Rita said.

Fuck.

"Yeah of course. I mean I love my brother but he's not that fucking cool." I said.

"I think he's plenty cool." Rita said.

"Oh, I know I mean. Obviously but...ya know. He's not like-" I said.

"A swinger?" Rita said. I snorted.

"Yeah. Something like that. He didn't come up with it. That was...all me." I said. Fuck this was awkward. I'd love to be fucking smooth with someone at some point.

"I'm glad. It's very flattering. I'm not really used to getting...offers like that from other women." Rita said.

"Um...ok. Is that all?" I said. I felt a pang. Was this her way of turning me down gently? Flattering? I didn't mean to fuckin flatter her. This was the problem with lesbian shit, even when I straight up ask to fuck apparently it's just flattering. How do full-timers even manage?

"No. I wanted to know if you were still interested." Rita said. I took a breath.

"...Yes. I'm still fuckin interested."

"Great. Would this Friday be a good time?" Rita said.

"Shit. Just like that?" I asked. Rita giggled. Fucking magical sound.

"Just like that." Rita said.

"Damn. Well, I'll fucking be there you can count on that." I said. She laughed again. I needed to hear that more often.

"I was actually thinking maybe at your place? Dexter can look after the kids." Rita said. She asked so sweetly it's impossible to refuse.

"Sure." I said.

"Great. See you Friday at 8. Your place." Rita said.

"Friday at 8 then."

She hung up.

I laughed. Damn this was...pretty fucking weird but I was god damn excited about it.

Motherfuck. This meant I had to clean up my place didn't it?