Pairing(s)/Character(s): Elliott Marston x OC (Mary Taylor)
Summary: In where Elliott surprises Mary with a visit to a petting zoo for Christmas.
Tag(s)/Warning(s): None!
A/N: BONUS TIME BONUS TIME COME ON YALL IT'S BONUS TIME! BAHWHAHA YALL THOUGHT I WAS DONE? THOUGHT I WAS FINISHED WITH RICKMAS WELL SURPRISE SURPRISE HERE I AM.
ANYWAYS. This fic is of coursed dedicated to my bestie @smilingformoney I have owed her this the moment she pointed out that I spelled koala wrong.
(Aint none of yall tell me??? bhahha JK) BUT HERE IT IS me fixing my wrongs and giving yall the gift of fic on this Christmas!! (I'm cheating and saying this fic can also go with Day 6 or Day 16 so just act like it's an extra story for those days :P)
When Elliott had inquired whether Mary would like to come with him into town on their next trip for provisions, she had no idea what he had planned for her. Unbeknownst to her, the town would host a Christmas petting zoo every December, where all sorts of animals from Australia and around the world could be found.
People were allowed to hold or pet the more friendlier animals for a small fee, and feed them little bits of food as well. And knowing how much she loved four legged creatures, which was evident in how she diligently tended to the sheep on the ranch. Along with the few times she had befriended wild animals that stumbled onto the ranch, he thought it'd be a wonderful gift for her.
Plus, the weather would be lovely as well, a bit on the warm side, but with the sea breeze the city was always graced with, he couldn't complain too much about it not being a white Christmas.
Not that he had ever experienced one.
She had of course said yes, always happy to tag along in the Outback, even if that meant they were to be deprived of the home comforts. Being who she was though, Mary looked at him with that angelic smile on her face that he was no match for before saying,
'As long as I can be near you, then it matters not if we miss the comforts of home for a few days. It is you who brings me the most comfort anyway.'
He nearly melted at her words, but instead opted to wrap his arms tightly around her and kiss her. Causing her to melt instead.
The memory of it made him smirk as he looked down at Mary. Her face shielded just slightly from the rays of sun with a bonnet of her own making, as she napped with her head resting on his shoulder. They had been traveling for almost five days now, and the barren desert of the Outback had slowly begun to morph into civilization as they began to encounter other travelers heading toward or leaving the city.
After another evening of sleeping on the road, and then freshening up once they made it to the little inn they would be all staying at. Elliott and Mary headed out into town; arms linked together as he made sure she was always near him. Not wanting anything to happen to his sweet little lamb, as she looked all around her with excited eyes as if she had never seen the place before.
"Oh Elliott I don't remember that shop being there last time!" Or. "May we stop by the sweets shop before we leave? I would like to bring some back to the others." Those were a few of the things she had pointed out and asked as they made their way to the surprise she had no idea he had planned for her.
"Mmm, if that's what you want little lamb we can absolutely do that," Elliott agreed easily, enjoying the smile she would give him when he acquiesced to her simple desires.
It was the little things in life that made her smile the brightest. Not the fancy or elegant things, which even if she wanted, it wouldn't dull the shine that she had. No, but he was just so amazed that a woman like her who had been through so much, who deserved the finer things was just happy living in the middle of the desert.
Surrounded by rough and tumble men, a barren landscape, and critters that could give a grown man a heart attack, yet she was still happy. And it brought so much joy to him thinking about it, as they finally rounded the final corner to be met with the hustle and bustle of the petting zoo's entrance.
A line awaited them as they approached, but it wasn't too long, and he could tell Mary was already buzzing with energy as her eyes began to sparkle, when she saw the large sign at the entrance that read, 'Perth Christmas Petting Zoo' in red and green letters. The brown sign was decorated with mistletoe, holly, and all things Christmas that could survive in the Australian heat.
"El! What is this?" Mary wondered excitedly as he led them into the line, her body practically vibrating the entire time they stood there.
He tried to hold in the amused chuckle that he had while watching her rock on her heels and sway side to side to see how close they were to the front of the line.
"Well," he started, her attention on him now, "I know how much you love all of the creatures that got put on the Earth. Even the ones that don't deserve any."
That made her giggle.
"Everyone and everything deserves love," Mary pipped in causing him to shake his head, that little chuckle he held in coming out.
"And so well I thought I bring you out here to see some of the better looking ones. The ones that'll actually let you pet 'em and whatnot if you give 'em a snack."
"I can…I can pet them?" She asked dumbfounded. "Like the sheep on the ranch?"
"I reckon most of 'em will let you if-."
Before he had finished his sentence, he saw a blur of blond hair and the pretty blue bonnet she had been wearing before he let out a soft 'oof!' At the sudden force at which Mary had thrown herself at him. Her arms held him tight as she buried her face against his chest, which caused him to wrap her tightly in his arms as well.
"Thank you thank you thank you!" She cried out as she went to look at him with eyes that were a bit glossy, yet she wore the brightest smile on her face that rivaled the sun that shined upon them.
"Now now I can't have you spilling any of them tears," Elliott fussed playfully as he brought his fingers up to wipe away a stray tear from her eyelashes. "Won't be able to see any of the animals if you're crying darling."
Giving him a soft look that made his heart beat fast, Mary whispered a gentle,
"Oh El."
Before getting on her tiptoes, to place a soft kiss on his lips. A little giggle leaving her as his mustache tickled her just slightly as he pressed her closer to him.
The wait to get into the petting zoo wasn't too long considering how long the line had been. And once they had gotten in, they were met with open land with some areas being fenced off with low wooden beams so some of the more audacious animals couldn't jump out while being fed.
From goats that tried to chew on Mary's dress causing Elliott to shoo them away while she laughed and tugged at the article of clothing, to peacocks who seemed uninterested in most of the guests until Elliott showed up. When they reached the birds' pen, their tail feathers immediately unfolded and began to rattle, revealing bright neon patterns as they slowly stalked up to him.
Mary was in awe of the colors while Elliott's eyes narrowed at the strange bird. Unsure if they were a danger, and wanting to quickly leave as they began to draw near the edge of the fence.
When he learned from the keeper that the fluttering of the tail feathers while they were unfolded meant they found him attractive enough to be their mate, Elliott had turned a shade red that had Mary doubling over in laughter as he spluttered.
"The peacocks have good taste El that's all that means!" She gasped between fits of laughter that had him frowning, before he quickly grabbed her sides causing her to shriek louder. It drew attention from the other zoo goers who Elliott glared at, his eyes telling them to mind their business as he held his wriggling love.
After taking a short break to have some drinks and snacks, they were back at it again as Mary was keen to see a certain animal that Elliott would compare her to sometimes. So, when they found a keeper outside of a stall she went up to them, gaining their attention with a polite greeting before asking.
"Excuse me, where are your kolas?"
The man gave Mary a strange stare as if she was speaking another language and when Elliott saw this, his own eyes narrowed a bit as he stalked up to them
"Kolas? I don't believe I've ever heard of an animal with that name miss," the keeper replied, a confused tone in his voice. "You, sure you're not thinking of something else?"
"Oh…well I-."
"Of course she does!" Elliott announced confidently as he came to Mary's side, his large hand on the small of her back as she looked up at him with thankful eyes. "They're native to Australia the kolas and I've seen them here before and read up all about them."
This only seemed to confuse the man even more as he looked at them both puzzled and Elliott felt his annoyance grow.
"Sir I can assure you I've been doing this for twenty years, and I've studied animals in this region for longer. But I haven't heard of anything called a kola," the man replied in earnest. "What do they look like? Maybe it'll ring a bell."
Huffing, and doing his best to not insult the man as he didn't want to upset Mary by getting them kicked out for verbal abuse, explain he did.
"You know the small, grey bears that are always up in the trees eating leaves and sleeping. The babies cling on to their parents as well."
As Elliott explained, the man nodded, eyes narrowing as he listened, thinking and thinking, until suddenly his eyes lit up with understanding.
"OH!" The man suddenly shouted, causing the couple to jump a little in surprise at the outbursts. "You mean the koala bears?"
It was Elliott's turn to be confused.
"The what?"
"Yeah! Small little things with a big head and furry ears," the man gestured as if he was drawing the thing. "They got them big black noses and move slow!"
"Yes! The kola bear! See you do know what they are!"
Shaking his head, the keeper let out a loud booming laugh. "No sir I don't know no kola and never met one before," he explained, and Elliott had never wanted to shoot someone so much before. "But I do know koalas though! They are right down this lane." The keeper pointed out before, turning his attention to Mary and tipping his hat. "My apologies ma'am."
She returned the gesture with a dip of her head and an accepting smile before the man took his leave. But not before he threw Elliott an amused look and shook his head. Oh yes, he wanted to shoot this man. Seeing how annoyed he looked, Mary could only shake her head, as she wrapped her arms around his to gain his attention.
"Come on El let's go see them." Mary prompted, tilting her head in the direction they were told to go. And how could he say no to her?
As it so happened to be, the man was correct. The tiny bears were indeed called koalas and not kolas as Elliott had thought. The look of embarrassment that flashed across his face when the female keeper asked Mary if she would like to hold a koala, not kola, was evident, but the feeling melted away immediately when he watched the small bear cuddle in her arms when she held it
It nuzzled its very large head against her chest, and the joy in her eyes was indescribable as she looked down at the small animal with awe while it made its home in her arms.
"Mama look at the koala!" A passing child pointed out to their parent loudly. "It's so cute!"
"It sure is," Elliott murmured in agreement, as Mary looked up at him. His eyes alight as their gazes met and she felt herself become even warmer than before.
His eyes told her everything as she held the koala gently, and she felt a stirring in her chest as she looked back down at the animal that seemed calm as it enjoyed being held.
A tiny smile made its onto her lips as she began to stroke the small animal's back as if soothing it. Just like one would soothe a little child.
The sweet sight had Elliott's heart stirring. Stirring at the thought that maybe one day, she would be holding their child like that. Comforting the little one, whether it be because they were scared or just because they wanted to be in their mother's arms.
Yes, one day. And from the look she gave him, one day may be sooner than later.
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Pairing(s)/Character(s): David Friedman x Fem!Detective Reader
Summary: In where David and [Y/n] ditch the annual work Christmas party for a party of their own.
Tag(s)/Warning(s): Smut (roleplaying, women on top, p in v, dirty talk)
A/N: OH MY GOD IT'S OVER 😭😭😭😭. How has Rickmas come to an end so soon??? I have sooo many stories to catch up on as I literally spent almost every free moment writing. But it has been so worth it! I'm so proud that I've written for every prompt this year because hoooo boi was it looking shakey at times. Thank you everyone who has been reading and a big thank you of course to @deepperplexity for hosting this 🎊!!! Now without further a do lets close this out with a little bit of smut huh?
"So, what you’re tellin' me Dave, is that you were home all Thursday night. Mindin' your business and reading when the incident took place. Is that correct?"
"Yeah, been sayin' that for the past 20 minutes, but it seems like you ain't been listenin' detective."
"Oh no my hearin' and listenin' is just fine, I just wanted to make sure that was your story. It is your story isn't it?"
He rolled his eyes at the question being posed once again, before crossing his arms against his chest and leveling a glare at the woman who had been interrogating him.
"I said already, I ain't go nowhere and I ain't see no one. I went to work and straight back home after. Do you have anything else or can I go?"
A smirk crossed her lips and a little 'hmm' passed through them as she walked towards him. Her hips swaying with each step, and her fingers gliding on the edge of the cold metal table in the room as she approached the seated man. When she finally stood to the side of him, she leaned down, giving him a very ample view of her breasts that were close to falling out of the festive red bra she wore underneath her dress.
"Well if that's the case," she purred, bringing his attention back to her face. "Tell me why we got that handsome mug of yours all over the security camera at the bar at the same time as that little mishap."
"Bullshit."
"Bullshit indeed. Cause everything you done told me already has been bullshit. So." Straightening herself up, and depriving the man of the nice view he had before, she leaned on the table, that 'caught you' smile still plastered on her features as she questioned him. "Now either you come clean and tell me what you were really doing that day, or I can have you locked up and the keys thrown away. Your choice." She winked at him before hopping up on the table to sit on the edge of it as she waited for his answer.
One she already knew.
"Naw neither, I want my lawyer before I say anything else."
"Neither wasn't an option though."
"And I don't care," he stated with a clear look of annoyance etched on his face as he looked at the woman. "I know how this whole thing works, and I'm supposed to get a lawyer so until then I ain't tellin' ya nothin'."
Oh, that was not going to do.
"Fine then. How about we ignore what you said before and you just tell me what you were doing there?" She suggested, garnering a suspicious yet intrigued look from the older man who seemed to give the idea thought. "We got you on camera, and that's some mighty hard evidence to beat but, I be willing to let you go if you tell me what you were doing there. Clear you of all this mess."
"What else would I be doing at a bar detective? Do you always ask questions like this? No wonder why the department can't solve nothin' these days."
[Y/n] smirked. Almost laughed really at how grumpy he was becoming but she pressed on, knowing that it be much more entertaining if she stirred him up a little bit more.
"I know, I know but you know them cameras caught some stuff. I just wanna know that's all. Hear it from the horse's mouth and all that. Now if you tell me the truth here, I'll ignore everything you said earlier."
He glared at her for a moment but knowing he was in the hot seat he gritted his teeth and nodded before he answered the question.
"Fine, I was meeting someone."
"Who."
"Someone."
"Oh come on now, that's not part of the deal. Who were you meeting, a friend, colleague…?"
"A friend."
"A friend, or a friend friend."
He raised an eyebrow at that question before putting on a frown.
"Now why the hell does that matter?"
"Come on tell me. You stay at the bar with 'em, or did ya'll go somewhere else afterward?
"I-."
"And don't forget," she interrupted, a sly little grin on her lips. "We got the tapes so you be better of tellin' the truth."
"Yeah, yeah you done said that already," he groused before letting out a sigh. "We left around 10 that night. I only know because the news came on the TV and we decided to call it quits."
[Y/n] nodded satisfied with the answer, before continuing to question him.
"I see, I see, and this friend of yours, was it a man or a woman?"
"Woman."
"She pretty?"
"Fucking gorgeous."
Heat rose in [Y/n]'s cheeks at the speed of his response, and she was speechless for a second as David smirked at her, knowing he had thrown her off her game.
"Dave you're going off script," [Y/n] complained yet there was no real anger directed toward him as she frowned. Or at least tried to. Still feeling the effects of the sudden off script answer.
"I know, just tryin' to help you get to the climax of things," he answered cheekily before she blew a raspberry at him.
"Ain't time for all that yet," he teased, causing [Y/n] to playfully stick her tongue out at him. "But I sure wouldn't mind if we hurried up to that part. Don't want nobody seein' we done gone missin' from the party and come looking for us."
He had a point.
"Well, then how 'bout we skip the boring part and move on to the action?"
"I won't say no to that."
Giving him a curt nod, she took a deep breath, shook her head, and got back into character.
"So what ya'll do after leaving the bar?" [Y/n] asked. "You take her home with you or something? Gentleman like you seem like you'd make sure she get to where she's going safely."
"Yeah, I took her home."
"Oh," [Y/n] hummed curiously as she scooted closer. "Mind me askin' whose home you took her to?"
"I do, but I'll still tell you. Took her to hers of course."
"So you are a gentleman, how nice," she responded as she finally made it to the edge closest to him as she kicked her legs up and down.
"Mostly."
"I bet you weren't one when you got inside were you?"
"Well, she told me she didn't want me to be. So, I say I still was when I listened to her and fucked her like she wanted," he concurred with an air of confidence that made the room much to warm for her current state of dress.
[Y/n] worried her bottom lip momentarily at the memory of him practically tossing her on the sofa and fucking her over it. The thought caused heat to bloom in her belly, and it made its way in between her legs, where she had to force herself not to squeeze her thighs together for some pressure. Yeah, he sure did fuck her like no gentleman could. Just the thought made her want to call this whole thing quits just so they could get to the good bit but no, no, they were almost there. Just a bit more.
"You lookin' a bit sick detective," David pointed out as [Y/n] zoned back in, clearing her throat and crossing one leg over the other to put some pressure on her lower half. "Need a doctor or somethin'?"
"You really are a gentleman," she responded with a smile," that's nice of you but no. I don't think a doctor can fix this ache I got."
"Now if I didn't know no better, it sounds like you're coming on to me detective," David pointed out, his brows lifting in faux surprise as he watched [Y/n] give him a fleeting smirk. "That don't seem too proper to me detective. Askin' if I took a woman home and fucked her. You sure this just for your little story you gonna tell your boss?"
"Of course it is! Cause if you said you fucked her as hard as you did, which I believe, then you wouldn't have no energy to go and commit any of them crimes they tryin' to pin you for wouldn't you?" [Y/n] asked as she began to trail her hand up her thigh, her hand catching the edge of her dress as she pulled it up inch by inch.
"Mhmm, that's right," he answered, swallowing harshly as his eyes began to wander down to the exposed flesh on her upper thigh. Her fingers drawing little circles on her skin as she smiled innocently at him, even if the look in her eyes was anything but.
"But you know, all I got is your word. And well. Words are words. And actions." She scooted all the way onto the table and turned her body so that she was facing him directly. Her legs spread apart for him and her clothed cunt almost at eye level for him as she used her elbows to support her. A smirk graced her lips and she was met with a hungry look from David who looked ready to devour her.
"Are actions."
All it took was a wink from her, before David was launching forward and practically dragging her towards him by her calves.
Once he was close, he leaned down and a squeak of delight left [Y/n]'s lips as he began to pepper hot kisses all the way up her exposed thighs and up towards her cunt that was already fluttering with excitement. Each kiss he planted, was accompanied by a soft groan from his lips as he pushed the skirt of her dress up towards her belly so he could have more access to her.
Inch by inch he moved closer to where she wanted him the most, and when his warm breath brushed over her opening that already throbbed with need, she let out a shaky sigh.
"Mmm fuck yeah Dave, show me how good you fucked your little friend," [Y/n] purred darkly, her eyes heavily lidded as she stared at him with the most smoldering look she could. "Maybe I'll let you go and tell my boss you ain't got nothin' to do with the case."
He smirked at her. "That a deal detective?"
"God as my witness."
No sooner had she said that, he made quick work of her panties that she was more than happy to shed as he ripped them off her with a powerful yank that had her moaning. Those thin things weren't even comfortable, and she was glad to have them off and have it replaced by,
"Fuuucckk!" She let out a broken cry as she felt his warm tongue begin to explore her opening that was already slick with her need for him.
He took his time lapping along the edges of her folds, sucking the soft warm flesh in between his lips, and savoring the tangy flavor of the woman beneath him who quivered and whined her pleasure. Her hips rocked towards him with each swipe of his tongue, and when he made his way to the little swollen bead that was peeking out between her damp folds, he just had to have a taste of it.
Taking his fingers and using them to pull her dampness apart so that he could see all of her, David smirked at the soft noise she let out before he let out a groan at the heady scent that filled his nostrils.
Leaning forward, he did a test lick, flicking his tongue over the swollen bead, and the response was a sweet little gasp from the woman above him. Her hips twitched and her stomach clenched as she wiggled forward in hopes that he would do what he just did again. And being the gentleman he was, he did, this time flatting his tongue against her as he began to aggressively lap at the sensitive nub that caused a hot pleasure to bloom in her.
"Oh, oh, oh yes right there," [Y/n] gasped as her hand flew to grab his hair as he began devouring her soaking cunt like it was the last meal he was going to have. His tongue circled her swollen bead carefully yet with speed and pressure that had her keening and whimpering his name under her breath as he alternated between licking and sucking.
The harsher he sucked, the louder the noise she would make, and the harder she would tug at his hair in an attempt to pull him closer to her. Each lick had her thighs falling open even wider as she gave him all the access he needed to devour her.
Once he was satisfied with how swollen her clit was, he moved down, his tongue trailing from the sensitive bundle of nerves, down to her opening that clenched at nothing. Prodding her wetness with his tongue, he moaned, savoring her before he placed his mouth around her and began to suck and kiss at her opening.
"Oh my god!" She shouted in surprise at having her cunt be suddenly engulfed by his hot mouth as he ate her out.
Her head fell back towards the table as she rolled her hips towards him, her eyes fluttering close as she tried to keep herself semi-upright. His tongue explored her insides as his nose bumped against her clit while he sucked and licked her enthusiastically. Her noises and movement under him were affecting him so much, that he began to grind his hips against the table, his cock beginning to strain at his slacks as he tasted all [Y/n] had to offer him.
The familiar bubble of heat increased in her stomach as he swirled his tongue inside of her, drinking each drop of her wetness that she gave, while she panted his name out. Her stomach clenched with each stroke of his tongue, and when he added his fingers into the mix, she knew she would fall of that cliff faster than she wanted. And she only wanted to do that once she had his cock inside of her.
"N-no wait," she panted out as she tried to push Dave away. But it seemed as if he wasn't having any of that, as he pushed forward diving deeper into her and making her cry out. "Please oh my god, oh Dave please," she begged, her limbs flailing a bit at the pleasure of him stroking her and pushing at the sensitive part right at the top of her entrance. "P-please wanna come on your cock," she babbled as she tried to stop him, yet her body had other ideas as it didn't want to be away from him for any amount of time.
Her words though seemed to get him to stop, albeit slowly, as his fingers began to slow their stretching of her, and that devilish tongue of his took one last taste before he pulled away completely.
David was a sight to see when he looked at her, and her breath hitched at the sight of his lust-filled eyes that were paired with his chin, mouth, and the rest of the bottom half of his face glistening with her juices.
God damn was he a sexy son of a bitch.
"You wanna come on my cock detective?" He asked as he straightened himself, a dark twinkle in his eyes as he continued to play the suspect even if [Y/n] was done and just wanted to fuck.
But no, she was the one who asked for this, and she was going to play it out.
Nodding her head, [Y/n] used the little strength she had left to push herself up so that she was sitting upright. Her thighs spread for a second longer to allow him to see her glistening cunt before she closed them and was scooting forward towards him.
The cold metal did nothing to soothe the heat of her skin as she inched closer and closer to him. Each movement made him go back until he was sitting in his chair, and she was standing in front of him.
"Yeah I do, still gotta make sure you're as good as a fuck as you say you are," she purred as she watched him loosen his belt, and undo his pants while she tried to keep from drooling the moment his cock sprang out.
It bobbed heavily against his belly once free of its confines, the shaft curved ever so slightly, but just enough that it rubbed all the right places inside of her.
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow at her words as she began to straddle him, one of her legs strewn over one of his. Her hips hovering over his cock as she grinned at him.
"But don't worry, with the way you used your tongue," she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his cheek before she whispered into his ear, causing him to shiver. "I just know you're 'bout to fuck me just as good."
With that, her hand went in between their bodies and he let out a moan as she took him in her hand. The flesh was warm, hard, velvety and oh so fucking big. It had her almost coming then at the thought of him inside her as she positioned the tip of it at her entrance before she sunk down on him.
"Fuuuck!" He hissed, his hands flying down to her waist as she slid all the way down his shaft. Her hot cunt enveloping him as their hips met each other's as she seated herself completely on him.
Streams of whimpers left [Y/n] lips as her insides clenched and rippled around him. Doing its best to acclimate to the large intrusion that was spreading her wide open and causing her to leak juices all over his lap. Thank god he had taken his pants off, or he would not be able to go back to work with how wet she was making him.
She didn't wait much longer to start to move, as she was eager to feel the drag of his cock in her, so she began to bounce wildly on his lap without warning. It caused him to let out a loud shout that turned into the sexiest moan that ever graced her ears.
Her hands flew to grip his shoulder as she rode him with fervor, her lips parted open as she moaned loudly from the way his tip was already hitting deep in her. She wasn't going to last long, but now that she had him in her, she didn't care, as long as she got to come around him she was happy.
"Fuck, so fuckin' big, fuck," she moaned biting her bottom lip as she rotated her hips furiously against him before starting her bouncing again. The slick sounds of her fucking herself on his cock echoing in the room with each movement.
"Yeah, you like that detective?" He growled, as he met her with his own thrusts each time she would slide down him causing her to moan as he hit that spot that had her legs shaking. "Shit! Like ridin' some criminal's cock somewhere folks can just walk in and see huh?"
"Uh-huh! Yes, oh my god yes!"
She nodded enthusiastically, her brain having a hard time forming words as she impaled herself on him over and over. Her focus only on how good she felt as she leaned her head back while she took all of him.
"Fuck, a detective who's also a little slut. Who would have thought?"
His voice a low rumble as she bounced happily on him, not paying attention to how he let her waist go, and how he snuck a hand in between their bodies until,
"AHHH!"
A loud squeal filled the room as his fingers pressed her clit, rubbing strong circles around the bead that had her choking for a moment. Her legs seized and her cunt clamped down on him causing him to moan with her as well.
Faster and faster he rubbed, and her bouncing became erratic until it switched into her grounding her hips against his harshly wanting to feel his entire length in her heat. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her lips were parted, yet nothing came out of it as she felt herself climb higher and higher. Her stomach clenched harder, and her cunt bared down on him as she rolled her hips and he kept touching her.
"Oh my god, oh my god," her whispers became higher and higher, as he went faster and harder until.
"DA-!" Her shout was cut short as he leaned forward quickly, one hand pushing her closer to him, while the other rubbed her clit furiously as her limbs spasmed uncontrollably beneath him. Her juices gushed out as he pressed his lips against hers drinking her shout and making her swallow his as he felt his own orgasm building.
When he felt her body calm just a little, he pulled away from the kiss rocking his hips gently. Testing the waters of her, and when she pulled away to look at him and nod, he began to thrust shallowly into her body that was soaking and open for him, and it didn't take but a few more strokes before he painted her insides. Their juices mixing with each others as they both moaned, her insides spasming once again at the feeling of his hot seed spurting into her.
Brushing her lips against his cheeks, [Y/n] let out a soft groan at the feel of his stubble before kissing him and burying her face against his neck.
Dave chuckled at her, his hand stroking her lower back as they came down from their highs. For a few moments, they sat in bliss, ignoring how it would be not great if they were caught like this by their coworkers.
Hopefully though, they were all still occupied at the annual precinct Christmas party that the two had decided to skip again this year for a party of their own.
It had definitely been way more entertaining to say the least.
"So, am I cleared of all wrongdoing, detective?" David asked, turning his head a little to whisper into [Y/n]'s ear.
Lifting up a little so that she could look at him, a sleepy but mischievous look was on her lips.
"Cleared of all of it, and then some."
A/N: And that's that! 😉😉😉😉 Thank you for reading and I hope to see you all in the new year with more Alan fics! Merry Christmas, Happy New Year , Happy Holidays haha! See ya!
Setting: Snape lives AU, set many, many years after the Second Wizarding War and life has been kind to Severus at last — with you by his side.
A/N: It’s Christmas Eve darlings! Merry Christmas! 😍🎄✨ We’re in full swing with the celebrations and with the in-laws visiting it’s quite nice. For those who don’t know me, my husband is from Hong Kong and so we have quite different cultures, language barriers (no shared language despite having many languages between us) etc in our family but we always end up having such a great time 🥰
I wish you all the best holiday and I hope next year will be amazing! Let’s end this year’s Rickmas with some Old-Happy-Snape 😍❤
There was little to do for him. You always sorted everything needed, with a smile so bright and a warmth so strong he would never have enough of it. Each year, as if it were a magical law, you turned into an energetic ball of joy with a need to decorate every surface of the little house he had come to feel at home in — a feeling he never expected to experience. It had been years of this warmth now, years of having a bright home and that odd feeling in his gut that came with complete relaxation.
It was all you, of course. It had nothing to do with the cosy kitchen where your favourite mug and his stood side by side next to the kettle. It had little to do with the fireplace of natural stone dressed in garlands and two stockings with his and your name hand-stitched into the white fabric in the living room. There was nothing special about the bedroom with the hand-sewn quilt of fabrics procured during all your travels around the world. Not even the cute covered porch with the hanging swing big enough for two to sit and watch the marvellous sunsets during chilly spring evenings had anything to do with it.
It was you. Just you. He could live in a shack at the edge of the world and you’d make it wonderful, he was certain of it. You were magical. A muggle, sure, but more magical than any spell or incantation could ever hope to be.
“Severus! Where are you, love?” you called and he could not help but smile as he put down his book and got out of the comfortable chair of worn-out leather.
“The study,” he said, his voice carrying through the house despite it not being loud.
You poked your head in with that bright smile and those warm eyes. “Cheeky, love. Come on, they’ll all arrive soon.”
“On my way,” he said while you disappeared, your quick steps sounding out through the house while he moved a bit slower.
He stretched out his back, two pops going off before he rolled his shoulders once. He was no spring boy anymore, and time had not been kind to his body — but you seemed to love it as much today as you had all those years ago. That was all that mattered.
He drew a deep breath, not fearing what was to come as he had done for the first decade by your side. Now he knew better. He was better. Again, it was all your handiwork. So, as he walked through the narrow hallway from one end of the house to the other he found his steps to be light and the warmth of the house felt comfortable rather than stifling as it had done all those years ago when life had been dark and he had been broken.
“Can you get the ice chocolate and the fudge from the fridge?” you asked as he entered the kitchen.
“The red or green bowls?” he asked as he grabbed the sweets.
You looked over your shoulder at him, a little flour on your nose and the amazing smile had gone even wider. “The red ones, I think the green ones for the gingerbread and candy canes.”
He nodded. “Certainly. You know best, sweetheart.”
You giggled. “Again.”
He harrumphed but obliged. “Sweetheart."
“Onnnne more time?” you asked, your eyes warming as you’d stopped whisking whatever was in the bowl before you.
“Sweetheart,” he said, not wavering in his gaze hooked to yours.
“I love you.” You smiled softly all of a sudden and his heart stuttered.
He sat the sweets down, walking up to you. He grabbed at your waist and pulled you close before whispering into your ear. “I love you beyond all things.”
“Sev.”
“Mmh, my sweetheart…” he murmured before kissing your cheek that was all warm against his lips. “You’re a wonder, each year—” The doorbell rang and interrupted him.
“They’re here!” you called out and he chuckled as you scrambled out of the apron, revealing how perfectly dressed you were in greens and silver.
He grabbed your wrist before you bolted. “Flour,” he said before brushing it off your nose.
You leaned up and kissed him quickly with all the love in the world shining in your eyes. Then you nearly ran to the door while he walked slowly out of the kitchen just as jolly voices rang through the house in a cacophony of wishes for Happy Holidays and Merry Christmases. It made him smile hearing his in-laws and friends be so happy to enter his home for a Christmas party. Never had he imagined he’d ever have anything the likes of his current life. But, with you, he had all the things he’d thought impossible — despite the differences and difficulties the two of you had gone through at first it had all been worth it.
He chuckled to himself as he entered the hallway. You were in full swing with gathering everyone's coats, hats, scarves, and gloves. You were more of a clothing pile on legs at that moment than a human. He drew out his wand and flicked it, lifting the burden from you and hanging it all up.
“Oh, thank you, love,” you said with a chuckle as he nodded. “Now, can we all gather in the living room for some toddy and sweets that would be great,” you said loudly while the general noise of twelve people in the tiny hallway made it quite hard to hear.
Everyone greeted him warmly, happily, before moving through the house and into the soon-to-be packed living room while you brought up the rear end.
“This will be wonderful, love,” you said, giving him a quick hug and kiss.
“You make everything wonderful,” he said before releasing you.
You blew a raspberry. “Sev, love, you make me who I am,” you said — something you had told him several times but it would probably be the one thing he would never fully understand.
“Then I shall keep doing whatever it is I am doing, sweetheart,” he murmured before stealing another quick kiss before the both of you moved to the living room and all the happy guests who wished to spend Christmas Eve with the two of you every year. I am blessed, he thought and you stopped just beyond the threshold — forcing him to do the same.
“You deserve this, Sev.”
He glanced down at you. “What?”
“You think you’re blessed, but you’ve done all the work to get here. You deserve this, so, smile and enjoy it with me?”
That you knew him so well only added to the warmth. He leaned forward, kissing your temple gently. “Every day, sweetheart. Every. single. day, he murmured with that low tone you seemed to adore so much. And, indeed, your eyes warmed further and there was nowhere in the world he’d rather be than right there in the chaos of a loud Christmas party with you by his side...
The end of Rickmas 2024...
Thank you for this year, darlings!
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A/N: HE DESERVES ALL THE HAPPINESS! 😭👏🎄✨❤
Merry Christmas darlings! I hope you've had a wonderful time this December and that you're all warm on the inside with this last fic of Rickmas 2024 ❤❤❤
I can barely wrap my head around having been able to post every day for Rickmas this year without missing a single day, and it's ended up at a total 69k word count in the end - holy moly 👀😅
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Character: Alexander Dane (Galaxy Quest)
Relationship(s): Alexander/Reader
Warnings: smut
Based on Icebreaker
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“I hate this already,” Alexander grumbled as the car began to pull up for you to make your entrance onto the red carpet.
“You’ll be fine, just stay behind me,” you said as you quickly checked your make-up one last time before the cameras would start snapping pictures of you.
“Why, so you can protect me from the cameras?” Alexander said as he adjusted his tie.
“No, so you can see how great my arse looks in this dress,” you grinned.
Alexander looked you up and down and smirked.
“You really do look bloody gorgeous in that dress.”
“Hmm, behave tonight and maybe you’ll get to see how it looks on my bedroom floor.”
Alexander’s eyes flashed hungrily, but your flirting was interrupted when your driver opened the car door and the camera flashes immediately started blinding you. Alexander stepped out of the car, then offered you his hand.
You put on your best polite, gracious smile and took his hand, following him out onto the red carpet and the incessant flashes from the cameras of the gossip hounds.
Tonight was a big night. It was both the wrap party for the latest season of Galaxy Quest and the cast and crew’s Christmas party. It was also, only a select few knew, the night the news would drop that Alexander was leaving Galaxy Quest.
Most of the cast and crew already knew, as his final scenes had already been written, filmed and put into post-production. You’d filmed his last scene months ago, and had been holding onto the secret with great difficulty.
What had been a harder secret to guard was your relationship. It was still fairly new, and although you both loved attention when you were performing, neither of you liked being scrutinised about your private lives. But when Alexander had started visiting you backstage at Sweeney Todd, word had spread pretty quickly that you were dating, and soon enough the whole world knew.
Tonight, however, was the first time you were attending such a high profile event as a couple. It was daunting, but with Alexander’s arm around your waist as you made your way down the red carpet, you felt comforted to know he was there with you.
“Go see the fans, Alex,” you hissed as you noticed him try to head straight past them.
“I thought you were supposed to be on my side?” he grumbled. “Anyway, I don’t have a pen to —”
You just smiled at him and produced two pens from your clutch. He sighed and took one from you.
“What would I ever do without you?”
“Crash and burn,” you said teasingly. “You go left, I’ll go right. Meet you at the guy from MTV?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Alexander gave you a swift kiss on the cheek, earning an aww from the watching fans, and you divided yourselves between the line of fans.
Your cheeks were hurting from smiling for pictures, and you hadn’t even reached the press yet. Fans clamoured to get photos with you, and you did your best to dodge the questions of Bethany’s return, since your cameo was to be a surprise, and your relationship with Alexander.
You massaged your cheeks as you joined Alexander, who’d sped through the autographs and pictures with all the practised ease of a veteran screen actor, and he took your hand as you dove into the trenches of the press.
This being your first red carpet event, you let Alexander take the lead in picking which journalists to speak to, and so you followed him to speak to a journalist who said he was from some theatre magazine you’d never heard.
“Sir Alexander! Good to see you again. Excited to be back on the Galaxy Quest red carpet?”
“Johnathan, hello. I must say I’m mostly shocked it’s come around again. It feels like last year’s event was only last week.”
“Ah, but so much has happened since then, hasn’t it? I take it the rumours are true, then?” Johnathan asked, indicating your joined hands.
“Oh, no, we’re just exchanging long protein strings,” you said. “It’s a Mak’tar thing.”
Alexander chuckled. “Well, that’s a beneficial side effect. But yes, we are dating. We tried to keep it between ourselves, but it seems hiding anything from Galaxy Quest fans is impossible.”
“Well, the one secret that does seem to be hidden is when Bethany’s coming back! Anything you can share, [Y/n]?”
“If they ask, I’m there,” you replied. “So long as I get to film with Alex again, I’ll happily put the chicken head back on.”
Johnathan laughed, and Alexander took a few more questions about the upcoming season before you said your goodbyes and moved on.
A few more journalists later, you posed for some press photos. No doubt the journalists were loving having the first official pictures of the two of you as a couple, after the only images they had for months were candid pap shots that could have been dates or could have just been two friends.
After some encouragement from the photographers, you turned to Alexander and leaned up to kiss him. For a few moments, the world seemed to calm down a little bit, and you very briefly forgot anyone other than him existed.
That was, until Guy appeared from his interviews - which had taken much longer than yours - and clapped you on the back to get your attention.
You broke the kiss and pretended for the cameras’ sake to be happy to see him, but you were truthfully a little irritated that he’d interrupted your kiss.
Eventually, you managed to escape the cameras, and made your way inside to the party, where the real fun could begin.
There was one very important rule, Alexander had told you, at the cast and crew parties: no cameras. The studio hired a couple of photographers to take some official photos to be reviewed and released to the press, but other than that, what happened at the party stayed at the party.
It was a completely reasonable rule, considering that there was an open bar. Actors were all narcissistic assholes to some extent; some just hid it better than others. Add as much alcohol as they could drink into their systems, and it was a mess. Those who seemed nice, like Gwen, showed another side - and those who were known assholes, like Jason, got worse.
As the night went on, you found your people. Alexander, of course, was an asshole. But he was your asshole, so you didn’t mind. Leilani had a much higher tolerance for alcohol than a human, so she was barely tipsy. Fred, wanting to keep pace with her, didn’t drink much. And Guy, who was almost as new to the whole thing as you were, didn’t want to get too drunk in case he did something embarassing.
You became a tight knit gang of five that night, and the photographers seemed happy with the amount of photos they got of you all hanging out. They particularly seemed happy when one of them managed to get a candid photo of you and Alexander kissing when you thought nobody was looking.
“Man, I feel like such a fifth wheel,” Guy complained when Fred and Leilani got up to dance, and he turned to speak to you only to find you were now sitting in Alexander’s lap. “Why can’t I find something like that?”
“Maybe if you weren’t such an insufferable prat?” Alexander suggested, and you slapped his chest playfully. “Ow! Okay, fine. That’s bad advice. I somehow managed to catch this one while very much being an insufferable prat.”
“Joke’s on you, I’m into that,” you snickered. “Listen, Guy, Alex and Fred are both ancient - hey!”
This time Alexander had nudged you playfully.
“Anyway, what I mean is, you got plenty of time. She’s out there, dude. Maybe - ohmygodIlovethissong!”
You jumped off of Alexander’s lap as Livin’ La Vida Loca started playing from the DJ’s speakers.
“C’mon, Alex!”
You took his hand and tried to pull him to his feet. He sighed, then picked up his drink and necked the remainder.
“You’re lucky there’s no photos allowed.”
You grinned as he let you pull him onto the dancefloor, and despite his initial reservations, once he realised dancing meant he could hold you close and put his hands all over you (plus the influence of the alcohol in his system), he turned out to be actually be a rather good dancer. Then again, you were drunk and in love with him, so your opinion might have been slightly biased.
It was approximately 3am by the time you and Alexander stumbled out of the party, with you giggling at the way he was hiccuping. The party was still very much in full swing, but you were both far more interested in getting one another’s clothes off, and despite the stringent privacy rules at the party, this was something neither of you wanted to share.
A taxi took you back to your flat, as it was closer than Alexander’s place, and he teased you as you drunkenly fumbled with the lock.
“I’m so glad we don’t have to go to those parties ever again,” Alexander sighed with relief as he pulled his shoes off in the hallway. “I’m sick and tired of watching Jason put his relationship with Gwen on the line every year by drunkenly flirting with every woman in the room.”
“Was he doing that? I didn’t notice, I had my eyes on you all night,” you said as you poured two glasses of water from your filter.
“You can bet I had my eyes on you,” Alexander replied, trying his best to sound seductive through his drunken slurring. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and nuzzled your neck. “God, that dress looks fucking amazing on you. Let’s get it off.”
He pawed at your breasts, as if he could rip the fabric off there and then, and you laughed.
“Easy, tiger. Let’s be sensible adults for once.”
You managed to wriggle out of his grasp just enough to turn and hand him a glass of water.
After hydrating, you were both feeling a little more sober, and you managed to walk in a straight line as Alexander chased you into the bedroom and eagerly pulled the zip down on the back of your dress.
He kissed you as it fell to the floor, and you both laughed as you stumbled back onto the bed. He climbed on top of you, still kissing you hungrily.
“Hey, you better get these off too, mister,” you said, pushing his suit jacket from his shoulders.
“Mhm, alright, alright.” Alexander grumbled at having to pull his lips away from yours as he fumbled with his shirt buttons. You helped him with them, followed quickly by his belt, and watched as he discarded his trousers along with the rest of your floor-bound clothes.
Your dress and his suit together were worth a good few hundred dollars, so maybe you should have put them away a bit more carefully, but neither of you cared. You only had one thing on your mind.
“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” Alexander purred as he climbed back on top of you and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. His cock pressed against your entrance, and he grinned. “Soaked as always, I see.”
“Alex, please…”
You didn’t need to ask him twice. He thrust his hips forwards, slipping inside of you easily, and your walls stretched to welcome him as he pushed his cock deep inside you.
“Christ, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Alexander panted as he held you close, fingers digging into your flesh as he fucked you. “And so fucking warm and wet for me…”
“All for you, Alex,” you moaned in reply, grabbing uselessly onto his shoulders to try and steady yourself as he fucked you. “Al - always for you…”
“Mmm, yes… all mine… fuck, [Y/n]…”
He picked up the pace, and you knew from the way he was grunting desperately in your ear that he wouldn’t be lasting very long tonight.
“Harder, Alex…”
Alexander complied, his hips slamming into you with everything he had. The mattress squeaked its protests with every thrust, but neither of you cared. All you cared about was him, his flesh against yours, the way he panted without abandon with each thrust, the strain on his face as he tried not to cum too quickly. He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.
You felt the familiar burning inside your core, and Alexander must have felt your walls clenching around him, because he began mumbling in your ear, “That’s it, [Y/n], cum for me… so good for me, so fucking good… mhm, fuck, I’m not gonna last long…”
He slipped a hand between your bodies, and the moment his thumb flicked against your clit you were done for, a shout of his name erupting from your lips as you came, your whole body shuddering as ecstasy washed over your body. Alexander came shortly after, his hips stilling as he filled you, his groan of pleasure low and guttural, and the most beautiful sound in the world.
He took a few moments to catch his breath, then pulled out of you and wrapped you tightly in his arms as he laid down on the bed next to you. You snuggled up to him happily, both of you basking in the bliss of the aftermath. Your bedroom stunk of sex and sweat, but neither of you cared.
You propped yourself up on your elbow and looked down at him. Alexander Dane, famously uptight and grumpy, never looked so relaxed as he did after a good orgasm.
The alcohol must have still been in your system, because your next words came out unbidden, taking both of you by surprise, even though you’d known for a while now that they were true.
“I love you, Alex.”
He opened his eyes and smiled. Lips met yours, and he pulled you on top of him so he could kiss you deeper.
His amber eyes glowed with admiration as he looked at you, admiring every inch of your face.
Summary: In where Dave stumbles upon information that reveals the truth about the woman who enjoy stirring up chaos in his life.
Tag(s)/Warning(s): Mentions of child abuse
A/N: I should really be nicer to Dave and not give him trauma, but .... here we are LOL. Man's is about to get a not so nice little shock. Tis the season.
Every year during this time, David would find himself down in the archives of the precinct, going through cold cases, and other active ones that were similar, in hopes of finding answers for loved ones, and to bring justice to those who were harmed. He would also revisit closed cases, just to study the events that happened, and what had been done to find the perp.
Now while most of it was purely voluntary because he truly wanted the people who committed these crimes to be caught, there was also a bit of selfishness in it. That being, having the ability to avoid the holiday potlucks that they were subjected to during the season.
He had zero interest in brown nosing superiors at his age, or chatting with his fellow workers unless it was for work. Plus, he had been on the force for years, and he only had a few more before he could retire. His plan at this point, was to just keep his head down, do what all he could to help victims, and get out of there when time came.
This year was no different, as he sat at one of the two desks that was located at the back of the room as everyone upstairs was celebrating that evening. Several boxes of case information were stacked up beside him as he looked through one that had caught his eye, it was almost two decades old yet it still stuck with him to that day. A case he remembered as if it had happened only weeks earlier.
Various aspects of that one had haunted him when he worked on it, none more than the little girl he had found hidden in a closet who wore all the signs of an abuse victim. Her hands scarred by cigarettes being put out on her hands, her back bruised, and the signs of sexual assault that had been present in the evidence document that he had been given weeks after the incident had happened.
He wanted to curse his luck that day, as he was never even supposed to be in that area, yet it seemed as the universe had different plans.
Something that stayed with David the most about that whole case though, was the eyes of the little girl. Even if he couldn't remember detail for detail everything that happened, or couldn’t completely remember her face, he did remember those eyes that should have been bright with childlike wonder, but were only dull and lifeless. He had to admit, it was one of those cases that had decreased his faith in humanity.
As he looked over the case files, he pulled up the events that had happened after all of that. Her piece of shit father had fled the crime scene and there had been a hunt for him for a few days. What made it difficult was that the man had been a sitting state congressman.
That made David smirk, only for the reason of him being slightly amused that he had gotten involved with two cases with statesmen against his will during his career. He didn't really believe in coincidences, but it sure was something.
The man had been caught hours away in Texas trying to cross the border in hopes of fleeing the country, but when your face is plastered everywhere it's hard to get away with something like that.
He had thought that the case at that point was over, as the evidence of this man's crime was absolutely overwhelming. Yet, what ended up transpiring during the whole discovery aspect of the case, had David spiraling for months. There had been witness tampering, evidence tampering, and some of it even going missing.
And add that to the fact that the man was someone in power, and had allies in high places, he knew he shouldn't have been surprised that the man only got ten years in prison for manslaughter.
And the assault that was clear as day against the child? Well, all of it was brushed under the rug, his defense that his wife had done all of it, and that's why he killed her, in a heat of passion. They wouldn't even take what the little girl had to say as evidence either citing that at her age, her memory may not be correct.
When the sentencing came down, David had almost quit the force. Instead, he drowned his sorrows at a bar that night.
Paging through the documents, he was reminded that the girl had ended up being placed with some relatives for a while, until they decided that her outbursts and meltdowns were too much for them to handle. She ended up in a foster home called…, he turned to page to check.
St. Mary’s Refuge of Hope.
His eyes stayed on that for a moment as he looked at the address of the place, and it seemed very familiar to him. It was in his usual area of patrol, but he didn't think he had gone there before.
Huh.
Turning the page, he found a photo clipped the wrong way so he couldn't see it at first. It wasn't until he took the paper clip off, and turned the photo to reveal what was on it, did his memory kick off into high gear. Not only that, he could feel his heart begin to race as he started at the building.
While he hadn't ever been there for work thankfully, he had been there once. And it was because of [Y/n]. He had run into her one day on that street carrying a few shopping bags as she headed in the direction of the foster home. It had really caught him off guard considering the only times he saw her was when she was up to something or, well in his bed.
She seemed surprised too in the moment, but had quickly approached him with a bright smile that was devoid of the mischief she usually had reserved for him. That strange day had continued, when she somehow wrangled him into helping her carry some of the bags, and they had made their way to St. Mary's.
The confusion was evident on his features when they got there, and it stayed as the nuns welcomed [Y/n] back warmly. Genuine happiness on their faces, and on hers as well.
And then the kids. They all seemed so excited when she arrived in the activity room, the little ones swarming her excitedly as she pulled out treats and toys for the kids that had been in the bags. When the visit ended, the kids seemed disappointed she was going, but she promised she'd be back soon.
He had later learned from her on their walk to the bus stop to take her home, that she had been an orphan after her parents died when she was a kid, which she didn't elaborate on much. Not that he was expecting her to. And that the nuns at St. Mary's were extremely kind and understanding during her meltdowns and took the time to calm her and give her the space she needed. They taught her that it was okay to be upset and helped her find better ways of letting it out that wouldn't cause harm to herself or others.
She let it slip that it was because of flares up from an incident and psychogenic pain, but when he asked what the incident was, she just shook her head and smiled, saying it was something that she preferred to keep to herself.
Wait a minute.
Standing up from the chair, folder still in hand, David stood up and walked around the table, his eyes still glued on the file.
The girl from his case had similar issues from what the file had said. Her guardians at that time had been older, and were afraid that the girl would hurt herself or someone because of the outburst. It was why she was sent to St. Mary's because they would have more resources to help her.
She was eight at the time of the whole thing, and after she turned eighteen and aged out of foster care apparently, she had just disappeared. It would also have been the same time her father would have had gotten out of prison. From what David had heard through the grapevine at the office, the man had immediately left New Orleans and Louisiana altogether. Good riddance.
But if his math was correct, [Y/n] the little girl should be in her late twenties now. Just like the [Y/n] he knew…
No, that couldn't be right. He hadn't noticed that he had begun to pace back and forth in the room and it was when he reached the back of the folder did he freeze.
It was a document from child services that the girl's caseworker must have turned in after she had aged out. This was new to David, because he hadn't touched the case after it had been closed due to the sheer amount of depression it caused him initially.
So, this was new to him.
Trepidation was written all over his face as he stared at it, unsure what he was about to find. His stomach was knotted unpleasantly with anxiety that he hadn't felt in a long time. If he decided to stop now, maybe he could avoid answering a question that had an answer that he wasn't going to like.
But even then, he knew it was going to haunt him now that he had so much information and it was hard to ignore the similarities between that little girl and the woman who he stepped in to help at a bar those few years ago.
The regular civilian David wanted to turn back, but the detective of twenty five years wanted to find answers.
Unfortunately for him, the detective side of him won out that evening, and he turned the page and stumbled upon a revelation that made him drop the folder altogether.
The folder hit the floor with a soft 'thump', and the papers and photos that the file contained scattered in front of him, laying bare the pages upon pages of evidence.
And in that evidence held a picture of an eighteen year old girl. Who wore a brilliant smile with eyes that were almost completely alive even if they hid pain and sorrow in them.
Her eyes were different now. Different from the ones that haunted him, different from the ones in the photo. Happier even, but it was her. It had been almost ten years since that picture had been taken, and while many could change drastically in ten years. Some people only changed a bit.
And [Y/n] happened to be one of those people.
Maybe he should have joined the Christmas party this year as he was about to need a drink. And a strong one at that.
