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Warning: Sexual content and SMUT. If you don't like, don't read it.

Once again it was no different. You were sitting in the last row of the audience, elbows rested on your legs and your head in your palms, watching you boss fighting. A nah not a real fight, what you meant was a Dance battle. He was the leader of your group called 'Daggers'. Dance battles like this weren't nontypical. Just illegal. Because you weren't 'offical'. You all were just scum for the society. And something like this was usually not accepted. But somehow you have to get money to survive.

You jumped out of your seat and end up landing softly on your own feet, walking past your competitors, directly towards your captain who was coming from the makeshift dance area. A ware house was perhaps not heaven on earth, but it was enough for their use.

"Well done!" You chimed at you boss. He turned his head towards you and twinkled. He was a tall man with black hair that he had tied back. He was wearing a dark loose shirt with casuel leopard pattern, matching with his black jeans. He has a distinctivly shaped chin beard and was in this late twenties. A bird came flying to his shoulders, named Hattori, sat down and cooed happily. Somehow he can talk. You didn't know that birds could talk like that, but you were proved wrong. He took a towel and wiped his face before he turned again into your direction.

"You're next, little one." He patted your back. "But don't overdo it." He smirked as you showed him your middle finger. You unzipped the hoodie and threw it after your captain, now in a tight-fitting sleeveless shirt. You stretched yourself a bit and walked on the surface. Your opposite let his neck crack before he grinned devious.

"Shouldn't little girls be already in bed?" He tried to tease you.

"I also see one in front of me." You sneered.

"You'll get on your knees right in front of me." He spat on the ground. Sure, as if.

The bass boomed through the hall, as you both started your movings. He stepped forward first, moving his legs around. Your favorite style was B-Boy, so you turned around and dropped to the floor. Just when you stopped at a freeze, the music stopped too. But not because the song was over.

"THE COPS!!!" Someone shouted from about. All hell broke loose. You had to get out of here as fast as possible. Everyone grabbed their things and stormed out in different ways, not to be an easy target. Some went to the roofs, so even your boss.

"Take care, little one!" He called, helping some mates out of the mess. Then he disappeared. You grabbed your bag and ran past the crowd, leapt over the benches and out of a window. You saw blue light comming from your right so you jumped on a dustbin, grabbed with your hands after the wire frence and tossed yourself above it. You blazed your trail through some side roads. After a few minutes you thought you had outdistanced them and stopped by a jitter latern. You tired to recover your breath.

"That was a close call." You breathed, still catching some air.

"Yes indeed!" A second voice responded. You startled and turned to the voice, always ready to run away again. A large contour appeard in the jitter light and you reconized him as a dancer from another group. Probably he took the same route shortly after you. He also looked like he was out of breath. Somewhere in the back of your head you knew his name.

"Nico, right?" You guessed.

"That's my name." He grinned, coming closer. Through his open shirt you could see his tanned chest, his muscles moving as he approached you, your back touched the wall behind you. "And what's your name, lassie?"

"Guess." You purred, but as reply he pressed his lips onto yours, pressed you more into the wall. Names doesn't matter. You burried your hands in his hair as his slipped down your body. You were all frustrated. Thanks to the cops there were no money again. Somehow you had to let off steam. It had been a long time since you've had good sex. Your last lovers couldn't even bestow you a orgsam. It's nerve-wracking. Hopefully this was better. But when he was about to grab your chest, a sirene echoed off the walls and the road was flooded by blue light again. The male in front of you pushed you away and ran. You became unbalanced and caught yourself on a brick. Just when you wanted to run away, someone had pushed you against the wall, with your face forward.

"DAMN NICO!!" You shouted after him. It clicked and you were tied in very tight handcuffs. Shit day.

"Don't worry. He'll be next." The Cop behind told you. You heard another car arrived and doors were slammed. Several steps approached.

"[Name]? Is that you?!" An all too familiar voice yelled at you. You didn't have to turn around to know that he was pissed.

"I'll take over, Thatch." He said to the policeman behind you. You were rudely torn from the policeman named Thatch. You turned around to the man who arrested you a couple of times.

"You know her." Thatch said the most obvious.

"Unfortunately." Marco answered.

"Pardon? Should I kick your ass?" You bawled at him, his grip tightend.

"Ouch."

"What did you do this time [Name]?" He snarled, taking you to his car. "Sometimes I think that you just wanted to drive me nuts."

"Maybe I'll do so." You chuckled as he shoved you into his car.

"Mobile phone?" He asked.

"Left pocket."

He picked your phone and engrossed it.

"You're a pain in the ass!" He told you.

"And you're sexy."

You were pushed into a interrogation room and pressed down on a chair. Marco stood at the opposite end of the table, lighting a cigarette.

"Want one?" He asked, holding down the box. You picked one out and put it between your lips. He lit your cigarette and leaned across the table.

"What did you do there?" He asked ominously quiet.

"Dancing. And you know that."

"How much money did you get there?"

"Nothing. 'Cause you have interrupted us!"

Slowly he blew out the smoke. "How many have been there?"

"How should I know?!"

"You were there."

He was interrupted as Thatch, the other policeman, entered the room.

"Commander, we have found this in her bag." He held something that looked like a gun. Marco took it in his hands and checked it. No bullets. "This is confiscated." He told you.

"Do you have any other weapons?" He continued.

"No. But that Bastard of 'SnowDancer' still has some. McTan!" You snubbed. He nodded and turned to the side where his man were sitting behind the mirror wall.

"You got the information." He snarled. "Do your work!" His man hurried to go to work and left them.

"For more information, I need your phone number." You were about to say something, but he turned off the tape.

"You already have my number."

"I know. Part of the job." He answered.

He drove you home, of course, you had to sit behind. For some minutes no one said anything. You looked out of the window as houses passed by, it was late and dark outside. How long had you been at police station? You were about to close your eyes, but he began to speak.

"A gun without any bullets?" He asked concern. You turned your head in his direction, looking into his eyes through the mirror.

"It's a though place." You sighed, exhausted.

"But no bullets?" He tried again.

"I don't want to kill anyone. It's just for protection. Most people fuck off when they see a gun." You said honestly. For a while none of you said something.

"Why are you doing this?" He broke the awkward silence. You looked down at your hands, you know he didn't mean the fact that you run away.

"Somehow, each of us must survive." You answered after a perceived eternity.

"Is it about the money?" He asked straightly, you didn't answer, just avoid his gaze. "Why didn't you ask me?"

"You're a Cop, Marco!" You snapped.

"So what?" He responded. "I would have given you something."

"You've changed since high school." You told him.

He stopped and you reconized that you were already home. This wasn't his burden. You grabbed the doorknob and opened the car door.

"Shall I come with you?" He asked as he scanned the neighborhood. You blinked a few times.

"Sure, if you want." You get out of the car and went through the broken doorstep into the hallway, all too aware of the sexy man behind you. You reached your door and opened it. No lock.

"Didn't you have a lock?" He asked from behind. You shrugged.

"It broke down." You answered low. His eyes widen slightly, but you couldn't see that. You got in, followed by the all too sexy Cop.

"Would you like some tea?" You asked as you went through your one room apartment into the kitchen corner.

"Uh, sure" He replied as he scanned the surrounding. You had not much. A futon under the window, a little black/white tv on the opposite wall, a bookcase next to the tv then the kitchencorner and next to that a door, presumably the bathroom. And he could swear that this wasn't very large, just enough to live.

He turned to you, just in time, to hear you curse during the whole tea bags were distributed right in front of you. You sighed frustrated and supported yourself on the counter. You didn't notice that he was right behind you, not until his muscular arm looped around your waist and you could feel his breath near your ear.

"What's wrong?" He breathed into you ear, pulling you into his chest, you tensed up. You were more than just frustrated, but you wouldn't tell him.

"N-Nothing." You shuttered. Damn, you didn't want to shutter.

"Oh, is that so?" He asked in a husky voice, goose bumps covered your skin. Gosh... his voice. "You're still a bad liar, [Name]."

"I-I'm not!"

But instead of answering, he unbuttoned your pants with his free hand and went inside, stroke gentle above you panties. You gasped surprised.

"How long has it been?" He asked while his finger massaged your clitoris through the fabric.

"M-M-Marco!" You gasped, he hummed. You grabbed his massaging arm, but didn't stop him.

"Are you that unbalanced, [Name]?" He bit into your ear, his hand pushed the fabric aside and massaged rough, your nails digged into his arm. He kissen along your neck, bit from time to time. "How long, [Name]?"

"Haaah~!" You bit your lower lip as two of his finger slipped into your dripping cave, pushing in and out. You pressed your butt against him, rubbing your back against his front. He took a third finger and pushed even faster, his wrapped arm went up and squeezed one of your breasts, your head fell back. He massaged it and stroke engaged above your clothed bud. But suddenly he stopped in this movements and a complaint left your mouth. You turned your head, just to see him smirking. He pushed your pants and panties down.

"Step out of them." He ordered, and you obeyed unable to refuse him. He leaned forward and bit into your ear again. "Do you use contraception?"

"I-I take the pill." You replied husky.

Next, you heard him opening the zipper. "Good." And with that he grasped your tights and lifted you up that you were hanging in the air, just supported by your own hands on the counter and his hold. You could feel his hardened member at your entrance, but he made no effort to move. Your wet cave was dripping onto his cock. Slowly he rubbed his member forth and back, not entering, just teasing.

"M-Marco!" You groaned in frustration, he just hummed again. It felt like an eternity, slowly rubbing forth and back, again and again. He felt your legs began to tremble and grinned. And then he thrusted in you, hard and fast, liftig you a bit higher. This angle was completely new for you, different but not awkward, and a loud moan left your mouth. He thrusted into you, went deeper and deeper with each thrust until he hit that special spot that made you see stars. You groaned his name, every time he thrusted in. Every time he pulled out completely, only to bump into you, again and again. This time your arms began to tremble and you thought you couldn't support yourself anymore. But his reaction was faster than you had expected. He stopped thrusting and grabbed you around your waist with his right arm as your arms declined.

"We're not done yet." You could hear him chuckle right behind you. Your right leg was hanging in the air, of course he was much taller, while he still hold your left and you around your waist. And with another kiss onto your neck he began to thrust into you again, but this time more slowly. You grabbed his arm around your waist, feeling the knot forming in your lower abdomen.

"Marco, please." You begged him, but he maintained his pace, slowly in and out. Gosh, he really enjoyed that. Despite his slow movements, his thrusts were getting stronger and then it happened. Out of nowehere, your body began to tense and you clenched around him, made him lose a hiss, but he didn't stop. You moaned his name and arched your back, but that wasn't enough. He increased his pace and pushed further in you, made you climax again and again. Your whole body was shaking and you felt a hot wetness inside, moments later, that told you, you wasn't the only one to come.You got limp in his arms, finally satisfied after a long time. He pressend you against his chest and nibbled on your ear, his member still pulsating inside from his release.

"Better?" He asked, still nibbling.

"Yes. But could we change the position? My legs don't like it."

"Sure."

He chuckled and pulled out, you lost a gasp at this, turned you around and sat you on the counter after he pushed the tea bags aside. He put his member back into his pants, placed his hands onto your hips and closed the space between you, your legs dangled at the sides of his body, your lower part still exposed. His face was right in front of you.

"Well, how long was it now?" He asked again. And he didn't mean the sex with him. That he knew himself, it was since highschool. He wanted to know when you found your last time of redemption. He knew you too well. When he saw you he knew what was going on. Damn him. You leaned against his clothed shoulder and sighed.

"I don't know exactly. Maybe a year or two?" You breathed against him.

"You could have called me, you know."

"Marco. You're a Cop!"

"Didn't seem to bother you now."

He was right. But you couldn't do that, call him. Suddenly you heard from somewhere a beep. You blinked surprised, wondering where that sound came from. Marco sighed and looked somehow pissed.

As he stepped back, you looked at his clothed torso. He was really hot in his uniform. Whether he was still built so well under this? Nevertheless, as a cop he must be physically fit, didn't he? He was very sporty before. You didn't notice that you were staring at him, but it seemed to amuse him. Without a warning, he captured your lips and slipped his tongue inside, closing the distance again. You blinked surpirsed, but reciprocate the kiss instinctly. Slowly he pulled back.

"I have to go." He informed you and let go of you, picking up a pager from his belt, the beep stopped.

"You're still on duty?" You asked unbelieving. "I mean you- we-"

"Yep." He interrupted and walked up to the door, but turned around a last time. "Call me if you need something." And went out, you could hear his car drove away.

What the hell was that? You sat there dumpfounded on your counter, half nacked, and he went out like nothing have happened. Slowly you slipped off the counter and stand on your still trembling feet, taking some deep breath. You walked up to your futon and lay down. What a strange day. You took some new panties and went straight throuh the bathdoor, but stopped in your track. Something caught your eyes, something shiny. You bent down and picked it up. Looked like a lighter, a silver lighter with something engraved. You looked closer. It was a bird, a bird with elegant wings and a delicate figure. Wait, no it was a phoenix, not only a bird. Your gaze jerked to your door where Marco left before. Could it be that he lost his lighter?

Whatever. You stroke through your hair. You bring it over tomorrow. You just wanted to sleep now. The day was more than hard. You made your way to the bathroom, took a short shower and went to bed.

Damn that Marco...

Description
Warning: Sexual content and SMUT. If you don't like, don't read it.

Once again it was no different. You were sitting in the last row of the audience, elbows rested on your legs and your head in your palms, watching you boss fighting. A nah not a real fight, what you meant was a Dance battle. He was the leader of your group called 'Daggers'. Dance battles like this weren't nontypical. Just illegal. Because you weren't 'offical'. You all were just scum for the society. And something like this was usually not accepted. But somehow you have to get money to survive.

You jumped out of your seat and end up landing softly on your own feet, walking past your competitors, directly towards your captain who was coming from the makeshift dance area. A ware house was perhaps not heaven on earth, but it was enough for their use.

"Well done!" You chimed at you boss. He turned his head towards you and twinkled. He was a tall man with black hair that he had tied back. He was wearing a dark loose shirt with casuel leopard pattern, matching with his black jeans. He has a distinctivly shaped chin beard and was in this late twenties. A bird came flying to his shoulders, named Hattori, sat down and cooed happily. Somehow he can talk. You didn't know that birds could talk like that, but you were proved wrong. He took a towel and wiped his face before he turned again into your direction.

"You're next, little one." He patted your back. "But don't overdo it." He smirked as you showed him your middle finger. You unzipped the hoodie and threw it after your captain, now in a tight-fitting sleeveless shirt. You stretched yourself a bit and walked on the surface. Your opposite let his neck crack before he grinned devious.

"Shouldn't little girls be already in bed?" He tried to tease you.

"I also see one in front of me." You sneered.

"You'll get on your knees right in front of me." He spat on the ground. Sure, as if.

The bass boomed through the hall, as you both started your movings. He stepped forward first, moving his legs around. Your favorite style was B-Boy, so you turned around and dropped to the floor. Just when you stopped at a freeze, the music stopped too. But not because the song was over.

"THE COPS!!!" Someone shouted from about. All hell broke loose. You had to get out of here as fast as possible. Everyone grabbed their things and stormed out in different ways, not to be an easy target. Some went to the roofs, so even your boss.

"Take care, little one!" He called, helping some mates out of the mess. Then he disappeared. You grabbed your bag and ran past the crowd, leapt over the benches and out of a window. You saw blue light comming from your right so you jumped on a dustbin, grabbed with your hands after the wire frence and tossed yourself above it. You blazed your trail through some side roads. After a few minutes you thought you had outdistanced them and stopped by a jitter latern. You tired to recover your breath.

"That was a close call." You breathed, still catching some air.

"Yes indeed!" A second voice responded. You startled and turned to the voice, always ready to run away again. A large contour appeard in the jitter light and you reconized him as a dancer from another group. Probably he took the same route shortly after you. He also looked like he was out of breath. Somewhere in the back of your head you knew his name.

"Nico, right?" You guessed.

"That's my name." He grinned, coming closer. Through his open shirt you could see his tanned chest, his muscles moving as he approached you, your back touched the wall behind you. "And what's your name, lassie?"

"Guess." You purred, but as reply he pressed his lips onto yours, pressed you more into the wall. Names doesn't matter. You burried your hands in his hair as his slipped down your body. You were all frustrated. Thanks to the cops there were no money again. Somehow you had to let off steam. It had been a long time since you've had good sex. Your last lovers couldn't even bestow you a orgsam. It's nerve-wracking. Hopefully this was better. But when he was about to grab your chest, a sirene echoed off the walls and the road was flooded by blue light again. The male in front of you pushed you away and ran. You became unbalanced and caught yourself on a brick. Just when you wanted to run away, someone had pushed you against the wall, with your face forward.

"DAMN NICO!!" You shouted after him. It clicked and you were tied in very tight handcuffs. Shit day.

"Don't worry. He'll be next." The Cop behind told you. You heard another car arrived and doors were slammed. Several steps approached.

"[Name]? Is that you?!" An all too familiar voice yelled at you. You didn't have to turn around to know that he was pissed.

"I'll take over, Thatch." He said to the policeman behind you. You were rudely torn from the policeman named Thatch. You turned around to the man who arrested you a couple of times.

"You know her." Thatch said the most obvious.

"Unfortunately." Marco answered.

"Pardon? Should I kick your ass?" You bawled at him, his grip tightend.

"Ouch."

"What did you do this time [Name]?" He snarled, taking you to his car. "Sometimes I think that you just wanted to drive me nuts."

"Maybe I'll do so." You chuckled as he shoved you into his car.

"Mobile phone?" He asked.

"Left pocket."

He picked your phone and engrossed it.

"You're a pain in the ass!" He told you.

"And you're sexy."

You were pushed into a interrogation room and pressed down on a chair. Marco stood at the opposite end of the table, lighting a cigarette.

"Want one?" He asked, holding down the box. You picked one out and put it between your lips. He lit your cigarette and leaned across the table.

"What did you do there?" He asked ominously quiet.

"Dancing. And you know that."

"How much money did you get there?"

"Nothing. 'Cause you have interrupted us!"

Slowly he blew out the smoke. "How many have been there?"

"How should I know?!"

"You were there."

He was interrupted as Thatch, the other policeman, entered the room.

"Commander, we have found this in her bag." He held something that looked like a gun. Marco took it in his hands and checked it. No bullets. "This is confiscated." He told you.

"Do you have any other weapons?" He continued.

"No. But that Bastard of 'SnowDancer' still has some. McTan!" You snubbed. He nodded and turned to the side where his man were sitting behind the mirror wall.

"You got the information." He snarled. "Do your work!" His man hurried to go to work and left them.

"For more information, I need your phone number." You were about to say something, but he turned off the tape.

"You already have my number."

"I know. Part of the job." He answered.

He drove you home, of course, you had to sit behind. For some minutes no one said anything. You looked out of the window as houses passed by, it was late and dark outside. How long had you been at police station? You were about to close your eyes, but he began to speak.

"A gun without any bullets?" He asked concern. You turned your head in his direction, looking into his eyes through the mirror.

"It's a though place." You sighed, exhausted.

"But no bullets?" He tried again.

"I don't want to kill anyone. It's just for protection. Most people fuck off when they see a gun." You said honestly. For a while none of you said something.

"Why are you doing this?" He broke the awkward silence. You looked down at your hands, you know he didn't mean the fact that you run away.

"Somehow, each of us must survive." You answered after a perceived eternity.

"Is it about the money?" He asked straightly, you didn't answer, just avoid his gaze. "Why didn't you ask me?"

"You're a Cop, Marco!" You snapped.

"So what?" He responded. "I would have given you something."

"You've changed since high school." You told him.

He stopped and you reconized that you were already home. This wasn't his burden. You grabbed the doorknob and opened the car door.

"Shall I come with you?" He asked as he scanned the neighborhood. You blinked a few times.

"Sure, if you want." You get out of the car and went through the broken doorstep into the hallway, all too aware of the sexy man behind you. You reached your door and opened it. No lock.

"Didn't you have a lock?" He asked from behind. You shrugged.

"It broke down." You answered low. His eyes widen slightly, but you couldn't see that. You got in, followed by the all too sexy Cop.

"Would you like some tea?" You asked as you went through your one room apartment into the kitchen corner.

"Uh, sure" He replied as he scanned the surrounding. You had not much. A futon under the window, a little black/white tv on the opposite wall, a bookcase next to the tv then the kitchencorner and next to that a door, presumably the bathroom. And he could swear that this wasn't very large, just enough to live.

He turned to you, just in time, to hear you curse during the whole tea bags were distributed right in front of you. You sighed frustrated and supported yourself on the counter. You didn't notice that he was right behind you, not until his muscular arm looped around your waist and you could feel his breath near your ear.

"What's wrong?" He breathed into you ear, pulling you into his chest, you tensed up. You were more than just frustrated, but you wouldn't tell him.

"N-Nothing." You shuttered. Damn, you didn't want to shutter.

"Oh, is that so?" He asked in a husky voice, goose bumps covered your skin. Gosh... his voice. "You're still a bad liar, [Name]."

"I-I'm not!"

But instead of answering, he unbuttoned your pants with his free hand and went inside, stroke gentle above you panties. You gasped surprised.

"How long has it been?" He asked while his finger massaged your clitoris through the fabric.

"M-M-Marco!" You gasped, he hummed. You grabbed his massaging arm, but didn't stop him.

"Are you that unbalanced, [Name]?" He bit into your ear, his hand pushed the fabric aside and massaged rough, your nails digged into his arm. He kissen along your neck, bit from time to time. "How long, [Name]?"

"Haaah~!" You bit your lower lip as two of his finger slipped into your dripping cave, pushing in and out. You pressed your butt against him, rubbing your back against his front. He took a third finger and pushed even faster, his wrapped arm went up and squeezed one of your breasts, your head fell back. He massaged it and stroke engaged above your clothed bud. But suddenly he stopped in this movements and a complaint left your mouth. You turned your head, just to see him smirking. He pushed your pants and panties down.

"Step out of them." He ordered, and you obeyed unable to refuse him. He leaned forward and bit into your ear again. "Do you use contraception?"

"I-I take the pill." You replied husky.

Next, you heard him opening the zipper. "Good." And with that he grasped your tights and lifted you up that you were hanging in the air, just supported by your own hands on the counter and his hold. You could feel his hardened member at your entrance, but he made no effort to move. Your wet cave was dripping onto his cock. Slowly he rubbed his member forth and back, not entering, just teasing.

"M-Marco!" You groaned in frustration, he just hummed again. It felt like an eternity, slowly rubbing forth and back, again and again. He felt your legs began to tremble and grinned. And then he thrusted in you, hard and fast, liftig you a bit higher. This angle was completely new for you, different but not awkward, and a loud moan left your mouth. He thrusted into you, went deeper and deeper with each thrust until he hit that special spot that made you see stars. You groaned his name, every time he thrusted in. Every time he pulled out completely, only to bump into you, again and again. This time your arms began to tremble and you thought you couldn't support yourself anymore. But his reaction was faster than you had expected. He stopped thrusting and grabbed you around your waist with his right arm as your arms declined.

"We're not done yet." You could hear him chuckle right behind you. Your right leg was hanging in the air, of course he was much taller, while he still hold your left and you around your waist. And with another kiss onto your neck he began to thrust into you again, but this time more slowly. You grabbed his arm around your waist, feeling the knot forming in your lower abdomen.

"Marco, please." You begged him, but he maintained his pace, slowly in and out. Gosh, he really enjoyed that. Despite his slow movements, his thrusts were getting stronger and then it happened. Out of nowehere, your body began to tense and you clenched around him, made him lose a hiss, but he didn't stop. You moaned his name and arched your back, but that wasn't enough. He increased his pace and pushed further in you, made you climax again and again. Your whole body was shaking and you felt a hot wetness inside, moments later, that told you, you wasn't the only one to come.You got limp in his arms, finally satisfied after a long time. He pressend you against his chest and nibbled on your ear, his member still pulsating inside from his release.

"Better?" He asked, still nibbling.

"Yes. But could we change the position? My legs don't like it."

"Sure."

He chuckled and pulled out, you lost a gasp at this, turned you around and sat you on the counter after he pushed the tea bags aside. He put his member back into his pants, placed his hands onto your hips and closed the space between you, your legs dangled at the sides of his body, your lower part still exposed. His face was right in front of you.

"Well, how long was it now?" He asked again. And he didn't mean the sex with him. That he knew himself, it was since highschool. He wanted to know when you found your last time of redemption. He knew you too well. When he saw you he knew what was going on. Damn him. You leaned against his clothed shoulder and sighed.

"I don't know exactly. Maybe a year or two?" You breathed against him.

"You could have called me, you know."

"Marco. You're a Cop!"

"Didn't seem to bother you now."

He was right. But you couldn't do that, call him. Suddenly you heard from somewhere a beep. You blinked surprised, wondering where that sound came from. Marco sighed and looked somehow pissed.

As he stepped back, you looked at his clothed torso. He was really hot in his uniform. Whether he was still built so well under this? Nevertheless, as a cop he must be physically fit, didn't he? He was very sporty before. You didn't notice that you were staring at him, but it seemed to amuse him. Without a warning, he captured your lips and slipped his tongue inside, closing the distance again. You blinked surpirsed, but reciprocate the kiss instinctly. Slowly he pulled back.

"I have to go." He informed you and let go of you, picking up a pager from his belt, the beep stopped.

"You're still on duty?" You asked unbelieving. "I mean you- we-"

"Yep." He interrupted and walked up to the door, but turned around a last time. "Call me if you need something." And went out, you could hear his car drove away.

What the hell was that? You sat there dumpfounded on your counter, half nacked, and he went out like nothing have happened. Slowly you slipped off the counter and stand on your still trembling feet, taking some deep breath. You walked up to your futon and lay down. What a strange day. You took some new panties and went straight throuh the bathdoor, but stopped in your track. Something caught your eyes, something shiny. You bent down and picked it up. Looked like a lighter, a silver lighter with something engraved. You looked closer. It was a bird, a bird with elegant wings and a delicate figure. Wait, no it was a phoenix, not only a bird. Your gaze jerked to your door where Marco left before. Could it be that he lost his lighter?

Whatever. You stroke through your hair. You bring it over tomorrow. You just wanted to sleep now. The day was more than hard. You made your way to the bathroom, took a short shower and went to bed.

Damn that Marco...