#gregory lestade

[bullet-prooflove]

May I have “sneaking around, hope no one finds out” with my favorite detective inspector? 😍❤️

Greg hates sneaking around. He hates the near misses, the close calls and the fact he can’t touch you the way he wants to touch you. He knows you hate it too.

He understands the reason behind it, you’re newly divorced and your ex-husband is a Superintendent within Greg’s chain of command. He has the ability to make Greg’s life extremely difficult if your relationship becomes public knowledge.

“I hate this.” Greg tells you when you’re sharing a smoke outside of the pub.

You’re both leaning against the wall, watching a drunk tourist trying to fish her keys out of the wishing fountain.

“I know.” You say as you take a drag of the cigarette and blowing out long stream of smoke into the cool night air. “I do too.”

“I think we should stop.” He says, tucking his hands into his pockets.

You try not to react; despite the fact it feels like you’ve just been stabbed in the chest because this thing between the two of you, it means more than you could ever tell him. He doesn’t need to explain why. Castor’s been particularly malicious recently, trying to torpedo your career, telling everyone that you were the one that cheated. If it comes out that you’re with Greg, people will assume he’s the man you allegedly had an affair with, it will destroy his reputation.

“OK.” You say, dropping the cigarette onto the floor and crunching it underneath your boot before you push off the wall. “If that’s what you want.”

His hand settles on your arm, altering your trajectory, and you find yourself in his arms, his nose trailing down over yours until your lips are barely apart.

“I meant we should stop hiding this.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over yours. “I don’t want how I feel to be a secret anymore.”

@kmc1989