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[iamnotfishh]

That’s so sweet :D

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[luxurylives]

Proper Closure

Pairing: Michael Kim x MC (Bianca Taylor)

Book: Veil of Secrets

Word Count: 1,953

Rating: M

Author’s Note: This is my first fanfic in the fandom. So bear with me because it is kind of bad and bland lol. Pixelberry Studios owns the characters.

Tagging: @choiceslife @imafictosexual @tmarie82 @superwholock-diaries @endless-vall @cinnamonroll-duffy

Bianca took a deep breath and eased her back against the chair hoping it would soothe her. She watched Agent Michael Kim pace the room, his left hand in his pocket and the right hand stroking his smooth, chiseled chin. She breathed slowly as she admired how he outlined his white shirt and how firm his ass looked in his pants. As he turned the corner, she casually averted her eyes to the floor.

•••

As Agent Kim finished his lap around the interrogation room he took a seat across from Bianca. “Your information has been invaluable in drafting my report on the case,” he said as he took in the stunning features of her face. His eyes traveled to her breasts, she wore no bra and could make out her tits poking at the corners of her white blouse. He felt his mouth water and growing stiffness.

Agent Kim snapped out of his thoughts as Bianca spoke. “Really? What about Naomi?”

Michael shook his head and replied, “Deputy Silverhawk corroborated most of your information, but your ‘off-the-books’ discoveries helped fill the picture.”

“So what happens now?” Bianca asked as she leaned forward biting her lip.

Michael began rolling down his sleeves and put his jacket back on. “Once I file my report this case will be considered closed. All the facts support what you have told us about Duffy. The case is open and shut.”

Michael noticed a hint of disappointment wash over her face. For a moment he wondered…

“So I’m…?” Bianca asked. She held her breath anticipating his answer.

“Free to go, with the thanks of the FBI. Without you…I don’t think we’d ever have worked out what happened here.”

“You’re not going to press charges against me?”

“For breaking-and-entering and stealing evidence? I could. But given the circumstances and how much you’ve done in pursuit of justice…I’m willing to look the other way”.

Bianca closed her eyes and sighed with relief. When she opened them a warm smile appeared on Michael’s face. Their eyes met and neither looked away for a moment. Something about her drew him in. Michael snapped out of the trance closed the folder in front of him. “In fact…I’d like to personally thank you.” He rose from his seat and extended his hand towards Bianca.

Bianca took his hand and shook it. His hands were hard, firm, and warm. His touch sent shivers down her spine.

“I’ve never seen a civilian work a case so effectively.” Their handshake ended, and Bianca took a step back to push her chair in. Michael’s eyes did a quick sweep over ample curves. He could easily see why Flynn and Grant lusted after her.

Bianca met his gaze with a coy smile, “What can I say? Reporters are just detectives plus ink stains, right?”

A smirk formed at the edges of Michael’s mouth as he grabbed the folder and led her out of the room. “In your case, I think that’s true. And if you’re ever looking for a change of pace…there’s always a position open for you at the FBI.”

They hovered by the doorway, Michael reached for the doorknob and started to turn it and push the door open.

“Thanks…but no thanks. No offense, but I’ve mostly seen the bad side of law enforcement on this case. You can keep investigating the crimes. I’ll stick to writing about them.” Bianca walked out first turning to face him. Michael fought to keep his eyes off of her ass as it sashayed in her

Michael shook his head as they exited the room “I understand. The offer is there if you ever change your mind.” Michael reached into the pocket of his jacket and handed his card to her.

As Bianca took the card from him, her fingers brushed against his. She met his eyes a grateful and alluring smile on her face.

“You’ve done a hell of a job here. You’re free to go.” Michael responded while attempting to hide the disappointment in his voice.

“Free to go…which means it’s time to leave.” Bianca tucked Michael’s card in her Celine bag. She was about to speak when another officer came up to have her sign some papers and collect the rest of her things.

Michael watched her strut down the hall as her ass sashayed in front of him, hypnotizing him. Michael took a deep breath. He averted his eyes and turned in the opposite direction.

•••

The sun was setting in Birchport by the time Bianca returned to the B-and-B. She had to finish packing, say her farewells, board her plane, and resume work on Monday. After talking with Miss Harlenay she arrived at her room and took a shower. Bianca slipped into her robe and positioned herself in front of the TV as the evening news started rolling. Her mind drifted to the interrogation earlier. Agent Kim’s voice echoed in her mind. Images of his muscular frame and how he filled out his shirt and pants raced through her mind. Bianca reached for her bag and Michael’s card fell out. She picked it up wondering if he felt some sort of attraction too.

•••

Michael sat in his temporary office at the station pouring over the paperwork for the case. He had sifted through each file multiple times. He scratched his head and tossed the folder down and stood up from his desk.

“To hell with it,” he said and pulled out his phone and dialed the number to Harlenay’s B-and-B. The phone rang for a few minutes.

“Hello this is Eleanor Harlenay, how can I help you?”

“Hi, I heard Bianca Taylor was staying at your inn?” Michael inquired. He closed his eyes knowing that it was a stupid question. After all, Bianca informed him where she was staying when he interrogated her this morning and he was sure busybodies like Eleanor Harlenay already knew the answer.

“Who is calling? This sounds like that handsome FBI Agent…”

Michael lowered the phone and cursed under his breath, great detective work Kim. He raised the phone up to his ear and spoke, “I just wanted to confirm. Isn’t she?”

He heard her giggle on the other end of the line. “Yes…perhaps you should visit her before she leaves tomorrow? She is in room 24.”

“Thank you” Michael hung up the phone and grabbed his wallet, keys, and put his jacket back on.

•••

Bianca sat on the couch, absently watching Cassandra Leigh being interviewed by Leland St. James. Her mind wandering to Michael Kim…there was something about him. Something that Grant and Flynn could not measure up to.

Knock, Knock, Knock

Bianca snapped out of her thoughts and tightened the straps on her silk robe. She figured it was Miss Harlenay with more towels, wine, or worse…an outfit. Bianca took a deep breath preparing to politely tell her to leave.

“Miss Harlenay I-” she stopped and came face to face to Michael Kim. He stood in the doorway, his eyes growing dark as he roamed the curves of her body.

“Agent Kim...” Bianca began and took a step back allowing him to enter the room.

Michael took a few steps forward closing the door behind him. “Before you ask I’m not here about the case.”

Bianca bit her lip and slowly approached him. “What brings you by?”

Michael met her halfway and pulled her towards him. His lips glided towards her own in an urgent, passionate kiss. Michael’s tongue entered her mouth as he slinked off his jacket.

His shoes came off as he untied her robe. Bianca undid his tie and made quick work of the buttons on his shirt revealing a ribbed, black, sleeveless undershirt that clung to his bulging pecs. Michael groaned into her mouth, gently biting her.

The shirt fell to the floor as Michael scooped her up in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist, arms tightly around his neck. Michael kicked the bedroom door open and lowered her onto the bed.

Bianca met his lips once again as she loosened his belt. Michael’s hands traveled to her waistline, his fingers delicately slid off her panties.

As soon as his pants and underwear came off, her eyes bulged at his excitement, but not for long as Michael came forward, hungrily kissing her once more. Bianca pulled away slightly, teasing him.

“Get back here,” he said as a wicked smile curling at the edge of his mouth.

Bianca was against the headboard now and met his lips once more. Her hands traced over his pecs and down his abs. Heavy breaths escaped him as he watched her work her way down.

Large and pulsating excitement awaited Bianca as she took him into her mouth. Michael’s head fell as he gripped the headboard. His eyes closed. Feeling he could release at any moment.

“Goddamn…” he stammered.

Bianca worked him slowly, covering the head in her saliva and slurping hungrily. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she moaned with each motion.

“Bianca…” Michael said, his voice turning huskier as he gently took the back of her head and forced himself further down her throat.

Bianca began to sputter and then gag on his long and impressive manhood. She moved down and sucked more.

“Damnit Bianca…” Michael said between breaths. He violently shook the headboard and thrust himself further down her throat. Each movement paired with the sounds of absolute pleasure.

They came up for air and rigorously tossed and turned in the sheets. Suddenly, Michael’s kisses traveled lower, Bianca moaned her hands in his hair. His tongue swirling and flicking inside her.

“Mmggg…Michael…” Bianca moaned. She arched her back as waves of ecstasy flowed through her.

Michael growled under his breath as his hands made way towards her breasts and nipples, squeezing, and lightly pinching.

Bianca closed her eyes, feeling light-headed as Michael made quick work of her body. Once he bit her clit, Bianca gripped the sheets. She could feel her juices

“So much I want to do to you...” Michael said. His arms were on either side of her, his once perfectly gelled hair was a mess, and his eyes were dark with desire.

“Show me” Bianca replied. She pulled him close, feeling the pleasure building within her and dug her nails into his back.

Michael kissed Bianca with urgency and passion, beginning with her lips and moving down her neck. She flushed her body against him moaning.

“Shout for me” Michael commanded and began to assume the position.

“Michael...” Bianca said. She was taken by surprise when he fully inserted himself inside her. A small whimper escaped her mouth as she grasped his firm, round ass.

“Louder” Michael commanded as he continued to thrust faster. His vision became hazy as his heartbeat quickened. Bianca’s nails dug into his ass, squeezing.

“Michael!” Bianca cried out she closed her eyes and felt herself explode, waves of pleasure consumed her.

As Michael leaned back he pulled himself out and with a few strokes, he released all over her breasts and neck. Michael collapsed beside her and Bianca inched closer to him. His arms wrapped around her and within minutes both fell asleep.

•••

Bianca awoke the next morning and reached for Michael…only to see the other side of the bed was empty. She sighed and got out of bed and slipped her robe on. Once she walked into the bathroom she saw a note taped to the bathroom mirror.

I’m sorry to bail on you but a call came in for my next assignment and I have to go. There is an FBI branch in New York which I frequently visit so I hope to see you around the city. Then again in our line of work, I’m sure I will.