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Criminal Offence (One Shot)

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Summary: Maybe you shouldn’t have been so cocky this time around? Now you’ve been caught by the two men, you had outsmarted so often, it had become laughable… No need to say they were more than a little smug about finally having you in their clutches.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Fem. Assassin Reader, Captain Syverson x Fem. Assassin Reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, death, murder, cursing, she/her pronouns for reader, degradation, size kink/strength kink, spanking as punishment, teasing, pet names, blowjob, rough sex, p in v, praise kink

Wordcount: 5K

A/N: I’m so so sorry this took so long, were a few very stressful weeks with exams ahead and everything. But at the very least this is a little longer than usually.🙈😅

Btw. this was inspired by one of the mood boards of my lovely friend @livesinfantasyland !This awesome moodboard in particular… Thank you, babe🥰✨

Hope you all enjoy. As always this is not proofread, any mistake is my own. I appreciate every comment and reblog. Thanks❤️✨

!Neither the Captain nor the Detective are mine!

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It was just too damn easy. You had a front row seat to the drama about to take place. Not that you didn’t know what would happen, but still it didn’t take the fun out of it.

The complete and utter psychopath they had in custody, did not deserve to live. He��d butchered hundreds of people with sick pleasure and all he got was a prison sentence. The government decided he was invaluable, had a lot of inside knowledge. Though it wasn’t justice, therefore making him your next target.

You’d done this job for god knows how long, it paid well enough. But only recently had you gained attention from the public eye. As you’d killed three, sick psychopaths just like him, even though they had been under the utmost protection.

It was embarrassing how easy it had been for you, just like today.

For a couple of years now, even before the public knew of you as the ‘psychopath killer’, a special force had become alive to catch you. They could call themselves special all they wanted, they still weren’t even close to catching you.

If it weren’t for two, annoyingly handsome men, they wouldn’t even know that the deaths hadn’t been a coincidence.

Namely one Detective Walter Marshall and one Captain Jaxon Syverson.

You hated them with a passion. Because it had become so much harder to do your job and trick those two.

That’s why you reveled in the show about to take place, binoculars pressed against your face.

Their ‘prisoner’ was seated on a chair, handcuffed and arms behind the backrest. Every person in the room, severely armed. Syverson and Marshall weren’t in the room, they had been posted outside, to make sure no one could enter.

Though there was no need for you to enter anyhow.

Just then the psychopath, began to visibly pale. But he made no attempt to communicate his rising panic.

The other men posted inside the room, hadn’t even noticed anything amiss just yet.

Only when the prisoner suddenly opened his mouth, presumably to groan something incomprehensible. A second later, shocked guards began shouting, as the man had doubled over, not moving any more.

Dead.

Curtesy of yours truly. Aka your favorite poison, that you had managed to administer hours ago.

When the captain and detective stormed inside, alerted by the commotion, you could practically feel their rage rolling of them in hot waves, even though you were more than a safe distance away. Their faces were priceless.

Every. Single. Time. You’d outsmarted the most skillful men in the task force.

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Soon you grew a little bored of the cat and mouse game. That’s why today’s stunt was a bit reckless.

Normally you gleefully watched as the officers failed time and again, from a safe distance.

Today was different. Wearing an officers uniform for one, was definitely something you hadn’t done before.

You had been personally posted within the hotel room by none other than Marshall himself.

Three other officers were in the room with you, which made it a bit more difficult to inject the poison this time. But you had succeeded half an hour ago. Not even the psycho herself had noticed, still calmly sitting on the sofa.

You kept your eyes on her, watching for the first signs that the poison had worked through her system. And sure enough, her eyes widened.

Suddenly the door was ripped open, and an enraged looking Syverson entered, barking loudly, “Fuck! It’s too late. Just found the fuckin’ syringe…Not again…fuck!!”

That surprised you, because you’d thought you’d hid the syringe rather well, but you didn’t let it show on your face. Heart beating just as calmly as ever.

He stormed over to the sofa, tilting her head back but she only whimpered, breathing shallowly.

“Who did this to you? Tell me!!!”

But she was already beyond being able to answer. Syverson wasn’t having it though, shaking her limp body, continuing to yell at her, “Tell me!!!”

Strong arms pulled him back, your gaze shifted upwards, landing on Marshall, as he tried to pull the captain back from the body.

“Officer a little help here!” His stormy eyes betraying his own anger as he growled at you.

You jumped into action, quickly helping him, to pull Syverson away from the sofa.

When you felt all that raw muscle move beneath your hands, you swallowed thickly. It was time you got out of there. Syverson alone could overpower you with just one of those enormous arms of his.

Finally he stopped struggling, grunting out, “Fine. Ya can let go. I’m calm, I’m calm.”

Marshall loosed his grip and stepped back, but you had been so focused on the animalistic display of strength, your hands were still on Syverson’s biceps.

Only when his ocean blue eyes fell on your face, did you notice and let go of his arm as if burned.

He didn’t stop staring at your face though. His fiercer gaze pinning you in place. Making it impossible for you to properly breathe, thus your heart rate briefly dropped before picking up to an unhealthily fast rhythm.

Why was he still staring?!

Marshall’s rough voice broke the silence and with it the intense staring contest you had been caught in, “They’ll be here in a few minutes.”

The captain finally averted his gaze and looked back at Marshall, “Fine. I’ll wait in the car. Can’t stand to witness this shit again.”

“Alright I’ll join you in a bit.”

Syverson nodded, then he turned around again, addressing you to your horror, “Are ya doin’ okay?” When you only stared at him blankly, he added,” You don’t look so good.”

Shit your sheer panic must have shown on your face, you’d have to play it cool now.

Voice a lot less cool than you’d liked you breathed,” Yeah, I’m fine…” Both men fixed you with a glare, until you realised that you’d forgotten something, “I’m fine, Sir. Thank you for asking.”

Marshall tilted his head slightly, mustering you just like his colleague had done before.

“Why don’t you stay with the Captain a while longer? He may not seem like the obvious choice to calm someone down, but he’s rather good at it, believe me.”

Fuck, oh fuck. You were so fucked!

You couldn’t very well refuse, so you simply nodded and followed Syverson out of the room, downstairs and into the waiting car.

Once you’d settled a bit, he tried to get a conversation going, though your rising terror made it hard to get your brain to cooperate.

“Haven’t seen you around before, are ya new?”

“Um, no…I’m not new just…um…new to this whole situation…”

One of his thick eyebrows shot up, “Yeah? No offence, but you don’t strike me as someone with loads of experience in these kinda situations anyway.”

God why, couldn’t your heart calm the fuck down already. You couldn’t think straight. And more importantly you really didn’t want to converse with the humongous man crammed into the car seat beside you.

“Mmh no. I just… I don’t do so well with death…is all…” That was the most outrageous lie you’d ever told anyone, to your relive though, his eyes flickered down to your shaking hands and he seemed to buy your story.

Sooner than you’d expected, the drivers door opened and Marshall sat down. Without another word he started the motor and drove off. It was quite late already, street lamps and neon signs the only light source at this hour.

The drive was uneventful. Though there had been a moment that should have stricken you as odd, but unfortunately it didn’t rouse suspicion.

The moment had been so fleeting. Marshall had stopped at a red light, blue eyes meeting with Syverson’s through the rear-view mirror but a millisecond and then the moment was gone again.

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When you arrived at the precinct, the two men lead you inside. You didn’t know which precinct you’d been brought too, but it was weird that you didn’t see another human being as you walked deeper and deeper into the lion’s den.

Your muscles were so tense, you had to concentrate, to avoid stumbling over your own feet. The sinking feeling in your stomach didn’t help and neither did the looming presence of the grumpy detective behind you.

Syverson suddenly stopped in front of a nearby cell and turned around. His grin was mean, when he asked, “I’ve got a question for ya, officer. Care to tell me your name?”

Heart rabbiting inside your chest as you tried to swallow around the tight feeling in your throat, they knew. And worse yet, this was such a stupid reason to have been caught by. You hadn’t checked the damed name tag on your uniform.

And they knew. Fuck.

Unwilling to admit defeat, you attempted to glance down inconspicuously, but a rough hand quickly curled around your throat, lifting your chin. The detective had stepped forward, leaning in dangerously close, growling lowly against your ear, “Uh-uh. No cheating.”

Your traitorous body decided the perfect moment to be aroused, was now. Wetness forming between your thighs.

They truly revelled in their victory over you, as Syverson urged, “Go on, pet, tell us your name.”

You knew you’d lost, but you whispered the first name, that came to mind, “Al-alexa.”

Marshall’s warm breath against your neck, reminded you of a lion’s maw, playing with its prey before sinking its fangs into their flesh. Then he taunted, “Mmh, yeah Alexa. Alexa who?!”

“Alexa…Alexa Pride…”

Syverson chuckled darkly, “Maybe I need glasses then…because,” he reached out and forcefully ripped the name tag from your uniform,” because I thought this read ‘Eddy Morris’.”

There it was, the smug grin of a lion taunting its prey’s stupidity.

Marshall added sarcastically,” Well as fun as this was. I’m afraid it has to end and now.” He nodded to the cell.

The captain swiftly unlocked it, and Marshall pushed you inside, after he took the pistol out of your holster. Any chance of escape now impossible.

You stumbled into the gloomy looking room and whirled around when the metal door fell loudly shut. To your shock, you weren’t alone as you had expected, no, both men had entered the already small room with you. Blocking the door entirely.

“Do you realise how much trouble you’ve caused us?”

Carful not to provoke them even more, you nodded slowly, biting your lip for good measure.

“Ah admittin’ to it at last, huh?”

You didn’t dare react in any way, as you still had no clue as to why they were in the cell with you. Though your horny brain provided you with enough naughty ideas, it’d make the most stoic Viking blush.

Marshall stepped forward, hand gesturing behind you, “I think a little chat is overdue don’t you?”

“Why don’t ya sit your lil’ arse down, mmh?!”

A minimal tilt of Syverson’s head told you, it wasn’t a question, you had to obey or else.

Reluctantly you sat down on the hard bench, dressed up as bed.

Both men were now leaning against the wall across from you, burly arms crossed in front of their equally broad chests.

Of course that didn’t help calm your raging horniness. If anything looking up at their muscled form, made your pussy pulse with want.

You slowly let your eyes roam over them, resting on Marshall’s hand, which was still clutching ’your’ pistol. His hand dwarfed the weapon, nearly hiding it from view entirely.

He followed your line of sight, having come to the wrong conclusion, he shook his head, tutting, “No, no. You’re not getting that thing back. So quit staring.”

Feeling caught you lowered your head in embarrassment, flinching violently when a hand suddenly tilted your chin upwards once more.

Syverson’s blue eyes crinkling in mirth, as he noticed you couldn’t hold his intense stare.

“Mmh look at ya. All quiet and timid. Where’s all that fire from before, mmh?”

That snapped you out of it, angrily shoving him in the chest as hard as you could. It irked you immensely that he barely seemed to move. He only removed his hand from your face, but out of his own volition rather than your meekly shove.

Marshall squatted down in front of you, “Don’t think the fire is extinguished just yet, Sy.”

“No shit.”

If it weren’t for your miserable predicament, you’d have laughed at their interaction. Instead you scooted back on the stone-like mattress, pulling your knees in, hugging them close to your chest. Trying to understand what was happening.

“Ah no hidin’ away now, pet.”

You spat back, “I’m not your pet!”

Syverson mirrored the detective’s position, squatting down but he reached out and placed his hand on your ankle. Your brain couldn’t keep up, with the movement, unable to react in time. He aggressively pulled you closer until you nearly fell off the bed, luckily Marshall’s hand on your shoulder steadied you.

Your legs hung down, sandwiched between their thick thighs. Breath coming quicker in your startled excitement, you couldn’t help yourself, the display of strength turned you on that much more.

“So.”

Trying to keep your wits about you, you glared at them, hissing, “What was that for? What do you want?!”

Suddenly Marshall’s hand was descending from your shoulder, trailing down, down, down. Stopping dangerously close to your overheating centre. Four of his fingers squeezed the inside of your thigh, while his thumb nearly grazed the place you wanted his touch most.

He whispered, “We are asking the questions here, sweetheart.”

Syverson mirrored Marshall’s position once again, big hand now also resting on your other thigh. Pulling a desperate whimper from you with his next words,” So, tell us pet. What is it, that you want?”

You couldn’t hold back, the words simply tumbled out of your mouth,” Fu-uck. Are you serious?”

He couldn’t mean what you thought he meant, right? Sweet Jesus you were hoping he meant exactly what your mind had conjured up, in great and depraved detail.

You’d sounded so out of breath it was pathetic and yet the detective sounded equally breathy when he confirmed, “The police are always serious. Also, you did a real bad job, hiding your thoughts from us. Lovely display, but surely not a good pokerface.”

“Come on! Spit it out, Walt.”

“Will you be patient?” He glared daggers at the other men, and only continued when Sy didn’t comment anything else.

“As I was saying, before the crude interruption.” Marshall paused again, then finally ‘spat it out’, “ Your eyes betrayed you. Undressing us the second, you knew you were screwed.”

Sy couldn’t contain himself any longer, growling,” Speak of the devil. Screwin’ ya, would be the key words here. Get where I’m goin’ with this, pet?”

His thumb pressed now plainly between your legs, causing you to gasp as more slick escaped your opening. Your hand gripped onto his wrist, causing him to retract his hand, though you pulled him only harder against you.

“Sweetheart?”

Your eyes fell onto Marshall’s concerned face, “Need you to agree, do you want-?”

You didn’t let him finish, before interrupting, “Yes! Please! Want- Need you both. Pl-ease.”

“Atta girl, got some manners after all.”

“Suck.” Marshall’s thumb had left its place and he was now pressing it between your lips. You complied, opening your mouth and promptly began sucking his thumb deeper into your hot cavern.

“Aargh, that’s it. Just like that, sweetheart. Only getting you warmed up for the real deal.”

The captain was clearly more impulsive out of the two of them, impatiently opening your pants, and pulling them roughly down your legs. He didn’t care that he couldn’t remove them completely. The next second, they hung already forgotten around your booted feet.

He kneeled for better access, pushing his nose directly into your wet panties. Your mewl was answered by his animalistic grunt. “Smell just as good as ya look. Need a taste. May I?”

Surprised that they were so considered still, you quickly nodded your head, yes. Nearly biting down on Marshall’s thumb, when the captain ripped your panties off your body. Throwing the irritating material somewhere behind him.

His finger slipped teasingly through your dripping folds, making you suckle harder around the detective’s finger. Syverson meanly tapped against your clit a few times, just to ignite more heat, more desperation, before he moved on to the main event.

When you felt Sy’s tongue swipe between your legs, your teeth accidentally clamped down.

“Aargh. Fuck, relax, relax, darling!”

Marshall sounded more turned on than actually hurt, but you quickly opened your mouth anyway. He slowly retracted his thumb, wiping off the leftover spit on the sheet. Then he unceremoniously pulled the rest of the uniform from your upper body.

“What are sight you are!”

You had forgone a bra today, so you were now utterly on display. But you could barely concentrate on his words, as Syverson’s mouth seemed to devour you whole.

You let yourself fall backwards, hand trying to press his head even closer against your weeping pussy. Unfortunately they chose now, to turn on you, Syverson pulled back, beard soaked with your juices. He grinned condescendingly down at you, when you whimpered at the loss of his tongue.

Marshall cooed, “Ah, ah don’t get greedy now. At the very least you’ve got to make it up to us, don’t you think?”

The captain smacked his lips together, then said, “I’d reckon, a punishment is in order, no?”

You stared at them, exasperated. What? How could they get you all hot and bothered and then talk about a punishment?!

“What? Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Syverson’s hand smacked your thigh, and a deliciously, painful current wound up your leg, making your clit pulse excitedly.

Oh? That kind of punishment.

“Better behave, before your punishment get’s any worse girl.”

You nodded meekly.

“What do ya think Walt, ten?”

‘Walt’, considered the captain’s question for a moment then nodded, “Yeah ten is a good number to start with. We can add to it, if our little pet misbehaves again.”

Your eyes widened, hoping you hadn’t agreed to something you’d regret later. But the pleasant heat constantly tingling through your nether regions, told you enough. You really wanted this.

“Sound’s fair, to me. So little dove, better turn around, to receive your punishment then, huh?”

You felt quite literally, more exposed than ever before, though you still rolled around onto your stomach and got on all fours. Presenting your rear even more, when you lowered your torso to the mattress.

The light, pat on your arse, made you flinch because you hadn’t seen Syverson’s hand.

“Mmh, what a lovely response time. Quite sensitive ain’t ya?”

His hand caressed your skin for a moment, then you heard him step back, “Wanna do the honor, Detective?”

“That’s an offer I can’t refuse.”

And without another warning, he brought down his hand on your left cheek. The harsh crack, sounded incredibly loud to your own ears as did the shriek you let loose at the painful impact.

“Nnmghf.”

“What was that, sweetheart,” Marshall purred meanly.

You huffed, then mumbled a quick, “Nothing.”

“That’s right, nothing. Good girls, take their punishments quietly. Think you can manage?”

Apparently nodding hadn’t been enough as another hard spank landed on your ass, he growled again, “Think you can manage?!”

You cried out, fingers digging into the sheet, “Y-yes.”

Crack.

Pained mewl falling on deaf ears, “Yes, what!?”

Body thrilled with the harsh treatment, you felt how wet your thighs had become in a matter of seconds, as Syverson’s hand smoothed over the area.

“Come on pet, ya can do better than that.”

Pressing your forehead into the mattress your body buzzed with renewed eagerness as you replied, “Sorry. I… Yes I think I can manage…”

“What a good girl. Well done sweetheart, just seven more to go.”

Marshall landed them without mercy and with deadly precision on your behind. One after the other.

The last spank, was by far the hardest and you had to bite your lip to keep quiet.

Sy’s hand patted your head, “Good. Such a good girl for us.”

Then Marshall gently lifted you up and placed you between his thighs, as he sat down on the mattress. The rough fabric of the sheets burned on your skin, but not in an entirely bad way.

He surprised you as he placed a kiss on your temple, whispering,” All done. Did so good, sweetheart.”

You had to giggle, because his bead had ticked your ear.

“What a darlin’ girl ya are.”

He smiled down at you, lifting your chin, so you had to look into his startling, blue eyes, “Who’s gonna get that sweet snatch of yours, mmh? Your decision, pet.”

Slowly you blinked up at him, trying to decide. Sy saw you had difficulty making up your mind, chuckling,” I meant, who’s gonna get you first. Me or Walter?”

“Walter.”

The detective didn’t hesitate, big paws already roaming over your front, tweaking your nipples for good measure, “ Glad to go first, sweetheart.”

He lay one hand against your collarbones pressing you into his firm chest, while his other unmistakably shoved his pants down.

“Spread your legs.”

Sweet humiliation burned through you, as you hadn’t reacted quick enough and Syverson unceremoniously pried them apart. Holding them open, at least as much as your pants, still sitting around your ankles, would allow.

You felt rather than saw the thick cock gliding back and forth between your wetness. Catching once, twice on your twitching hole.

“Fucking hell, you’re so wet. Can just..,”and with that his cock head finally breached your cunt, as he grunted out the rest of the sentence,” go right i-in.”

And he didn’t wait, thrusting upwards, he buried himself to the hilt, cursing again when your walls spasmed around his throbbing cock.

You felt yourself leaking, so turned on, you were literally dripping down onto his jeans. Fingers digging into the detective’s arms, trying to ground yourself.

“Open your eyes pet.”

When you did, you moaned loudly at the sight in front of you.

There he stood, big glistening cock out of his trousers, hand pumping up and down slowly, predatory eyes pinning you in place.

“Like what ya see?”

Instead of answering you only panted desperately.

Walt replied in your stead,” Sweet, little cunt is trying to strangle my cock…that answer your question?”

His pleased groan was followed by a deep seated circle of his hips, grinding his pelvis into your clit. Your pussy was clenching wildly, fingers digging even harder into his arm.

At some point they had apparently switched positions, because now Walt’s strong hands held you open by your knees. While Sy stepped ever closer, his expression had grown completely feral.

He came to a stop between your spread legs, his cock dangling invitingly close to your lips.

“Gonna test your multitasking skills, dove.”

Knowing exactly what he wanted you obediently opened your mouth. He first fed you his cock head then without waiting, inch by girthy inch entered your mouth, until you gagged slightly and he relented. Praising you all the while.

“Oh fuck your mouth was made for this. Such a good girl.”

Walt didn’t want to wait anymore so he started to thrust his hips up, immediately choking you on Syverson’s cock.

It felt electrifying, getting spit roasted between those big guys. You were in heaven.

Every moan around the intrusion in your mouth, made Syverson groan loudly, as the sounds trying to leave your throat, teased his swollen cock head mercilessly.

While you felt Walt hitting you deeper and deeper with every thrust. The knot inside you started to grow tighter and tighter.

The only sounds audible in the small room, where wet slaps of skin against skin, groans and grunts of pleasure.

“Fuck sweetheart, so good. Gonna cum soon.”

Syverson made it impossible to answer, fucking your face in earnest now. But the rhythmic clenching of your cunt let Walt now you where just as close.

Someone’s hand had snuck down, manipulating your little bundle of nerves just right. It was too much, not enough and so good at the same time. You soon toppled over the edge, gurgling unintelligible around the cock booking your airway.

Pussy clenching down so tightly, Walt followed you over the edge, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. Pain mixing with the onslaught of pleasure still wrecking your body.

Syverson suddenly pulled back, barking at the other man,” Pull out, my turn!”

So dazed you didn’t even protest when the detective pulled out, white, hot cum running out of your pussy.

Syverson was so eager for his turn, he ripped you out of Walt’s arms. Swiftly laying you onto your back, pushing your knees to your shoulders and just as swiftly his fat cock entered your cunt with one hard thrust forward.

You keened at the overstimulation, though he just cooed down at you, “Be a good little pet and cum one more time on my cock.”

You wailed as he started pounding into you, rubbing against your sensitive clit. The impact bordering on painful but then a rough thumb tweaked your nipple deliciously and the most intense orgasm swept over you.

Cunt gushing around Syverson’s battering ram, and at last he pushed as deep as he could before coming inside your weeping pussy.

“Did so good…fuck just so perfect for us. Take everything inside just like that. Atta girl.”

All you could do was slowly blink up at him, as he caressed your cheek with such tenderness you could have fallen asleep just like that. Squished beneath this behemoth, filled to the brim and utterly satisfied.

The next few minutes of him pulling out, them wiping you down and getting you dressed, just flew over your head. Still completely boneless, you just let them do their thing. Here and there you heard them murmuring some sweet praises.

“Sweetheart, you took it so well.”

“Just relax, atta girl, let us take care of ya.”

“Sleep well.”

You fell asleep even before they exited the small cell, not even hearing the click of the door being locked.

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When you woke up, you felt a bit disoriented at first but quickly remembered where you were and what had happened.

Smirk growing on your swollen lips, as something small and cold, dug into the palm of your hand.

Maybe getting caught wasn’t as awful as you’d have thought. You got up, on wobbling legs, making your way to the metal door.

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ONE WEEK LATER

Unprompted the door of his office flew open, revealing his partner, who swiftly shut the door once he was inside.

Syverson raised on of his thick eyebrows, as Walter sauntered over and came to a halt in front of his desk.

“So it was a weird little coincidence that we caught her in the first place, wasn’t it?”

“Mmh, why’d ya think that?”

“I certainly didn’t notice the name tag amiss and even then, I probably wouldn’t have paid it any attention. But you? You saw it immediately didn’t you?”

The captain mused about his words for a moment, trying to gauge what Walter knew, before he simply settled on asking, “What are ya getting at Marshall?” A hidden warning in the way he’d addressed him so formally this time.

Walter’s expression was still relaxed, seemingly enjoying the way he got a rise out of him.

“Oh I’m getting there. You wanna know the second, little coincidence I’ve noticed?,” to Sy’s annoyance, he paused for dramatic effects, until he finally continued,” The key wasn’t anywhere near her, when I’ve locked the door on our way out. So how’d she get her hands on it? Weird, wouldn’t you agree?”

He had to hand it to him, Walter was one fine detective, though Sy didn’t yet know where to go from here.

But he had enough of this game, he stood up slowly, menacingly. Hands flat on his desk. Eyes narrowed at the detective in front of him, while his strong jaw was working furiously. One of his many mannerisms, you’d lovingly teased him about before.

His tell.

Patience running thin.

“Don’t like repeating’ myself. Spit it out!”

The answer however, took Sy by surprise, “I. Want. In.”

“Come again?!” He straightened his back, staring at him in disbelief.

“Don’t play dumb Captain, doesn’t suit you. I want in. She’s our pet now. Our’s or nothing.”

Syverson had to suppress his grin. So that’s what Walter wanted, a piece of you.

He should have known, once wouldn’t suffice. After all back then, once hadn’t been enough for him either. From the very beginning of their more than unconventional relationship, she’d weaselled her way right into his heart. Special spot now reserved only for her.

He nodded, but warned Walter, “Alright. Though have to warn ya, lil’ pet still makes up her own mind. And she’s stubborn at that.”

Walter didn’t feel the need to suppress his own, amused expression, when he agreed, “Yes, thought as much. But I think that’s just one of her bewitching characteristics. Gotta love a challenge.”

Syverson’s lips twitched upwards, “Yeah. Bewitching in more than one way, our lil’ pet.”

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