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Rusty: Lou Ransone x Reader (NSFW)
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Your relationship with Lou Ransone starts because of a missing person case, one that your colleague Nelson has tucked at the bottom of his pile. It’s a common theme with him. He’s close to putting in his twenty so he spends his days on the computer looking at boats for sale while you handle the workload.
“Think you can take a look at the file for me?” Lou asks you as he leans against the edge of your desk.
“I’m sure he won’t even notice it’s gone.” You say, shifting the takeout containers and mould ridden mugs off Nelson’s desk so you can get to it. As soon as you pick it up you can already tell it’s barely been touched. You open it up to find a single scrap of paper inside, one that includes a photograph of the victim and her particulars.
“That’s all?” He questions and you sigh as you pick up your jacket from the back of the chair and say.
“Looks like the two of us have got some work to do.”
You spend a couple of hours running the investigation the way it should have been in the first place. You divide and conquer, interviewing the mother, the ex, the co-workers, anyone who you can think of that give you more information on Tracie Webbster’s location.
“How can you stand to work with him?” Lou asks you over a working lunch. The two of you are sitting in the conference room watching a video of your victim at a casino. From your position you can see Nelson already asleep at his desk, the napkin that came with his pot pie still tucked into his shirt.
“Trust me, it’s not by choice.” You say, your eyes fixed on the screen as you sip from your bottle of water. “I’m lucky I’m not stuck logging evidence in the basement.”
“Ah the De Breno thing…” He says knowingly.
“Yea.” You say, pausing the video. “That was not my finest hour.”
That case, it had consumed you. Eight year old Bianca De Breno had been snatched from her front yard. You were confident you had the suspect but there was no evidence to prove it. So you made that man’s life a living hell, turning up at his work, making your presence known until you were pulled off the case because he’d filed an harassment complaint. That didn’t stop you, you’d posted up outside his house in your car and eventually your diligence had paid off, you’d followed him one evening to an abandoned house in Hollywood and that’s when you’d saw her. Bianca De Breno being removed from his trunk.
“You still found the girl.” Lou reminds you, nudging your shoulder lightly with his own. “Sometimes it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission.”
He means it, you can tell from the earnestness in his dark eyes when he looks at you.
It’s a couple of days later that you end up in his bed. The case is over and Tracie Webbster is now safely back home with her family. What starts with a couple of celebratory drinks evolves into filthy, open mouthed kisses in the front seat of his car.
You’re panties are soaked by the time he takes you to bed, his fingers hook the elastic, drawing them down your thighs as his lips chase all over your skin kissing, licking, tasting. You come with his name on your lips, your hands in his hair as he fucks into you with his tongue.
“It’s been a while for me.” He tells you in the aftermath as you lay tangled up in his sheets, trying to catch your breath. “I wasn’t sure if I was a little rusty…”
“Lou.” You murmur, your cheeks still flush from your orgasm. “You made me come so hard, I don’t think I can remember my name right now.”
He laughs then, his breath huffing then into the curve of your throat.
“Maybe this is the way we should celebrate all of our cases.” He whispers as you reach between the two of you, your fingers wrapping around his leaking cock. He moans against your skin as you use your thumb to smear precum over the tip.
“Oh Lou.” You say, guiding his dick to the wetness between your thighs. “I think we can do a little better than that.”
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