It's rare for Munin to feel jealous, she has her full trust in her partner that they wouldn't betray her but there are instances where such feelings would rear it's head.
Whenever both of you are at a party, whether it's for a case or a simple nightly excursion, Munin would be glued to the hip with you. Her hand held your waist while the other held her drink, whilst conversing to some high official. You don't mind it, not at all, you savor being so close with Munin that you often forget what the conversation was about and glance at the detective's hand from time to time, until your glances were noticed and you felt it tighten.
"Does the party bore you, love?" She whispered after leaning closer, you didn't notice that the person she was talking to was already gone. "Not at all. My mind just wandered for a bit."
"Oh? Care to indulge me on what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Before you know it, Munin is already dragging you away from the rest of the party to somewhere more secluded.
However, when you're preoccupied with someone else, whether it's someone both of you are acquainted with, Munin would be off to the side with a drink or if it's someone she doesn't know, she would be standing right behind you like a hawk stalking its prey. But it doesn't matter, no matter how impervious the Master Detective seems on the outside, she can't help but let her impulses loose.
As you were conversing with Lorin about the recent gang related crimes that's been spreading across boroughs, you felt something light fall onto your head before it was pressed further down. Looking to the side, it was Munin, her head no longer had her signature hat.
"Detective, are you feeling alright? You look like you've had a couple already." You pointed out as a light tint of red was seen on Munin's face, her eyes slightly drooped already, though the detective only chuckled.
"What the bar had to offer had no effect on my tolerance. Just making sure you didn't forget me, is all." Munin spared a quick glance at the chief inspector who tensed up before returning to the bar, leaving her hat on you as a mark that you're hers.
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"What, you look like you've seen a ghost." That might as well be the case as you stood motionless before the woman you never thought of seeing ever again. A cacophony of emotions swirled inside your head but your face remained neutral, a flood of words filled your tongue yet none slipped out.
She stares back at you with that jesting grin, her eyes looked the same yet you know well what's underneath, something dwells that bothers her deeply.
With an irritated scoff, you turned your back at her, facing the rows upon rows of hung clothing of varying vintage and value. You couldn't bear looking at her for another second or else, it's difficult to face her after leaving without a word.
"You had the gall to say that to me after 3 years?" You sneered. Munin visibly faltered when she heard your miffed tone, she bit the inside of her lip with her eyes glancing to the side, rethinking her approaching her once partner.
"It was a bad joke. I apologize." Munin's voice turned low, softer as she took a step forward, not a single more. She stared at your back, wondering to herself what she could possibly do to amend the clear rift that has been made no thanks to her.
"Joke. As if it were to be counted as one." You muttered with a sigh, you know why she's here in the first place or else, she wouldn't have been bothered to visit, especially with her line of work. "What do you want, detective?" You asked plainly.
Munin always liked it when things went by fast, it means she could get to the truth of a case much quicker. However, not this time.
Munin relayed what information she needed for the case, saying that you're the only one that could help her.
Once you gave her what she wanted, you fully expected her to go bolting off the store front door, running off to the next location that would thread everything in her mind. But, Munin remained in her place, "My love," she called with such vulnerability as if she laid out her heart bare for the world to see.
Unable to hold yourself, you glanced over your shoulder, seeing Munin has her hat withdrawn, pressing against her chest as her sharp blue eyes looked at her with sincerity.
"Once this is all over... May I interest you a night at the festival? It's the least I could do, to make up for lost time." Munin silently hoped that you would accept, though she knows the possibility of a rejection. It has been 3 years since she left Silvernia and now she has returned with a case on her tail and she's asking you for an evening tryst?
How bold can you get, Master Detective?
There was a long moment of silence, there was nothing but the muffled outside and baited breaths. Then, "Come back alive then I'll think about it." You replied simply as you turned your head away from her once more.
It wasn't a yes nor a no, but it was enough for Munin to keep hoping.
With a smile returning to her face, Munin bowed before you, "You have my word."
The queen grants the two of the most outstanding detectives of Silvernia for their work of easily cracking a case with just a glance. Perhaps even outdoing the most seasoned commissioner out there.
Albeit, the prize only applies to the one who volunteered to go up the stage.
You watched Munin kneel before the queen, your mother, granting the special award to her. A small smile forming on your face though you couldn't really show the sheer excitement you're actually feeling in front of a thousand spectators.
After the applause of the detective receiving a reactor that now sits just behind Munin's shoulder, letting off a dormant glow. The music rises in volume and more people flooded into the aisle to continue their celebration of this wondrous day.
Although, you have other plans.
After excusing yourself to the queen, you trotted down the steps and began looking for Munin. Excusing yourself and brushing past the rich folks who try to get your attention and have a chat that you have no interest in.
Until you noticed two identical black top hats standing beside each other, having their own world in a corner, disconnected to the rest of the airship.
"Are you really working on a lovely day like this?" You waltzed over to the siblings who swiftly turned around to look at you. Hugin looked about ready to leave when he saw you, while his eldest sister was a little surprised.
"I shall leave you be." Hugin spoke softly, he walked past you and his sister but not before tipping his hat at you. "Princess." Then, headed elsewhere, probably somewhere far from the two of you.
"It's nothing important. Just wanted to confirm this airship is safe after all." Munin replied, fixing her hat. You crossed your arms with your brow raising.
"Come on, with all the guards stationed all over the place, it's practically impregnable." You countered, though Munin shook her head.
"Can't be too sure."
"Munin..." You groaned.
Unable to stand your dissatisfaction, Munin pushes the doubts at the back of her mind for now and relents to you. "Alright alright, I concede. What is it that the princess desires?" She asks with a petite smile tugging at the edge of her lips.
Smiling gleefully as you got your way once more, you held out your hand to her. "I want us to have a dance."
"Then, it shall be done, my lady." Munin accepts your hand, bowing before you as she places a kiss onto your knuckle. You feel your face grow hotter by the gesture though you didn't pull your hand away, just averted your eyes from Munin to poorly hide your embarrassment.
"Oh stop it."
Munin's smile grows evermore, she gently leads both of you out into the main floor. As the band switches from a soothing melody or a more energetic one, Munin takes control of the dance with her hand holding your hand and the other rests on your waist.
Eyes interlocked with the rest of the world fading out as the only thing before you was Munin, and the only thing in her mind was you. Your bodies sway with the rhythm with such precision and elegance, causing some of the patrons to stop and stare. Though, it didn't matter.
Once the tempo has returned to a slow pace, so do the two of you. You rested your head onto Munin's shoulder, faintly hearing her stable heartbeat with her scent filling your nose. "After this celebration, what will you do now?" You whispered under your breath.
"We'll be returning to the station, getting the remaining cases sorted and shut." Munin replied almost instantly, you bit the inside of your mouth as you were half expecting that answer but it still disappointed you.
But then, you felt a hand cup your chin and tilted your head enough to look at Munin right in the eyes. "Unless, the princess isn't saying what she wants?" A smirk curled on her lips as she watches your face turn even more redder.
"It's scary how you can read one's thoughts at a glance."
"It's not mind reading, love. I can see it on your face." Munin booped your nose, "And luckily for you, Hugin has an errand to run with Loren, so it'll just be you and me at the station." You felt a shiver down your spine when her voice lowered an octave, whispering right into your ear that almost made your knees give out.
"Question is, will your dear mother permit you to leave at such late hours?"
"I'll just tell her that I'm paying the detective a visit. Simple." You said as a matter of fact. Munin playfully rolled her eyes with a soft chuckle.
"Whatever you say, love." She muses. You raised your brow at her again.
"I feel like you're teasing me." You grumbled, pouting.
"Noo. Pshh-" Munin lets out a laugh as you punched her shoulder but you couldn't help but smile as well as the two of you continued to dance.
She would take commission after commission, case after case just to keep herself busy just so that she doesn't have to think about that day. Because if she ever stops moving, it would all come flooding back to her like a storm.
Even if she's at the bar, she's not seen tending to her drink as her mind is simply elsewhere. With the recent passing of her brother still fresh and lingering, the only thing in her mind to find the one responsible for the attack and his death, even if its the last thing she'll do.
She would focus on what's in front of her so much so that she forgets what's beside her.
Even after she returned to Silvernia to continue the case of finding the murderers of her brother, there's still one more thing she needs to amend. After all, being gone for 3 years is enough to burn valuable bridges. Firtho was almost one of them.
And she can't afford to lose you too.
In the deep after hours, you would hear a knock on the door. It was strange getting a visitor this late at night, you armed yourself just in case whoever's at the door is a thief or worse, a gangster. You checked through the peephole and much to your surprise and dismay, it was a familiar dark purple top hat.
"What do you want, detective?" You peeped through the small crack you made through the door, catching a glimpse of those striking blue eyes and red irises that seemed to glow under the moonlight.
"I simply want to talk."
"At this hour? I'd rather do that in the morning, good night." Just as you were about to close the door, thinking that Muni had lost her mind to think that you'd be up for a chat at this kind of time but you were stopped when a hand slipped through the gap, holding the door.
"No! Please.. I just need to see you." You heard desperation in the detective's voice. You bit the insides of your mouth, weighing the options but your body decided before you and pulled the door wide open, stepping side to let Munin inside.
"How you've been?" Munin asked, filling in the silence.
"Why are you really here, Munin?" There's no need to beat around the bush, after all, the Master Detective likes things that go by quickly.
Munin took off her hat, pressing it against her chest as she looked at you right in the eyes with the most sincere look.
"I want to apologise for my sudden disappearance. I was selfish for leaving you like that and I want to make this work again. Make us work again."
"Will you permit me?" Munin spoke with the most candor as she laid her heart bare for you to see, unafraid of it being getting hurt when she has done a far worse pain to you for the past 3 years of waiting.
The silence in the air was palpable, you had your head hung low, remained motionless in your spot that Munin almost became worried as she reached out her hand to you till you raised your head, causing her to falter.
"You have no idea how many sleepless nights I've spent just wondering where you could've gone. Just praying that you're safe out there..." Eyes turning glossy, lips quivering at every spoken word, Muni watched as you quaked under the immense pressure of emotions you have pent up for so long that has now come flooding out.
Without thinking, Munin rushed over to you and wrapped you into a tight embrace. You feebly try to push her away though it was no use.
"You didn't even bother to leave me a note goddamn it!" You punched her, kicked her and screamed but Munin stood her ground as she held you near. The pain was ignorable.
"I hate you I hate you I hate you so damn much..." Your tears stained her coat, your lunches wrinkled her attire but Munin didn't mind it one bit as she let you, rightfully, take your frustrations out on her.
"I'm right here now and I'll never leave you ever again." Munin promised, you shook your head.
"Liar."
Then, you grabbed Munin's collar and pulled her into a rough kiss. The detective instantly melted, dropping her hat as she wrapped her arms around you and deepened the kiss, hungrily reciprocating.
Your hands seemed to have gained a mind of their own as it started to peel every piece of clothing from Munin, discarding it to the ground. You pulled her hair tie off, letting her long flowy hair free.
Munin guided both of your bodies to the nearest wall whilst your lips were still interlocked, pinning you against the wall and her body with a groan.
Once both of your lungs started to scream for air, Munin pulled away but quickly dove down to your neck, leaving reddened marks while her own hands popped the buttons of your top and grasped one of your breasts, kneading it tenderly.
You writhe under her, gasping and whimpering. You were a muse to the ears, Munin simply couldn't help herself anymore. Especially with the offensive tightness growing evermore at each passing second.
With your top bare and pants lowered to the knees, Munin bit her lip. Any sense of rationale is out of the window as you're the only thing clear in her muddled mind.
After unbuckling her belt, letting down her pants just enough to let loose of her length, it twitched from the cold air and accumulated arousal as it drooled from the tip. She didn't waste any time in sliding it in, you didn't put up much resistance as if you still remember how it felt.
You moaned, loud enough for it to reverberate through the living room. You gripped Munin tightly as you rested your head onto her shoulder, "Munin..." You rasp her name, voice so small and pitiful that Munin started moving in turn.
Munin missed this. The feeling of your walls tightly wrapped around her, squeezing so much that she could hardly move but it feels so good. She tightened her grip on you, letting her body speak what she truly wants as she picked up her pace, slamming her hips into you.
You cried out her name, new lines of tears rolled down your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around Munin, killing the remaining space between you. Your nails dug onto her bare back, leaving lines of red. Munin groaned from the sting but it did nothing other than rile her up even more.
You were losing your senses with the only thing you know is the pleasure below, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. The same could be said to Munin by how desperate and rough her thrusts are becoming.
"I.. I need to pull out..." Munin said breathlessly, but you rapidly shook your head and locked your legs around her waist, trapping her.
Alarm bells were ringing in Munin's head when she felt it but another part of her mind is wanting this, wanting it badly.
"Munin!!"
Without much of a choice, Munin slammed her hips into you the final time and shoots her entire load right into your womb, filling your pussy to the brim.
You were completely lost in euphoria, still coming down from your high when Munin carefully pulled herself out, letting some of your mixed juices flow out of you and drip to the carpeted floor.
Your eyes were getting heavy, you were supposed to be asleep at this hour but now you've been fucked by your long lost partner after 3 years of disappearing. But Munin isn't going to let you sleep, after all, she promised she'll make up for lost time.
Munin cupped your cheeks, making you look at her right in the eyes. Her red pupils were glowing bright, "Oh, don't pass out on me, vixen. I'm nowhere near done with you."
CW: bondage, doesn't go beyond anything, might be OOC
Ever since I saw a clip of Munin taping up Firtho inside a crate has ignited something. I'd like to think Munin is a gentle partner and is really good at tying you up, given that she has probably tied up criminals before so tying a knot is a required skill for a detective.
Of course, she has to ask for your explicit consent before proceeding as she wants anything but to hurt her lover. Once that worry is out of the way, her hands would work like magic. She would ease you through the process, whispering soft praises as she tightened one part causing you to lightly whimper from the pressure.
As time goes on, you could see Munin is getting redder by the second and her breathing has become ragged, like she's holding herself back from pouncing you right then and there. Especially when you're in such a vulnerable, delectable state.
By the time that she's done, Munin would step back a little to admire her work on you. The rope tightly hugs your body, leaving marks as it stays longer on your skin. Of course, being tied up for this long is making your body grow hotter.
Munin is no better. A line of sweat rolled down the side of her face as she continued to stare at you, longer than anticipated. "Well... I suppose that gives you an idea what happened to the victim, no?" You broke the silence with a light chuckle, you did agree under the pretense of the investigation after all.
"Indeed it has..." Munin muttered lowly, the red in her eyes seemed to have become brighter.
"Detective-"
"My dove," Munin cuts you off, her eyes looking back up to meet yours, lust is as clear as day. "I crave you ever so ardently.. You being tied up like this.. makes me want to.." even if her words aren't complete, you know what it meant as the heat of your bodies continued to rise.
"Munin.." You gasp. She lunges at your neck, taking purchase on your skin as she litters it with her marks. Her gloved hands roaming your tied body as if it had a mind of its own.
"You are simply irresistible for me not to indulge. Now, if I may..." You feel her hands slithering up to your dress, shuddering at the sensation of leather against skin.
The rest of the investigation may need to wait, for now, the Master Detective needs to unwind for only just a moment with her partner.
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