Summary: When Detective Rip Hunter is given the task of tracking down the notorious jewel thieves Sapphire and Steel he has no idea how it's going to take over his life.
All he wants is to put them in jail while they want to play with him.
In more ways than one.
Author’s Note: This was a small idea I had that started out as a quick fic that suddenly blossomed into a much longer fic.
There will be some sex scenes later on and I apologise now because I'm not great at writing those types of scenes.
Anyway, hope you enjoy and more will be up soon as I have a few chapters already written.
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Part One
The envelope sat on the breakfast bar when Sara walked into the kitchen. It had Rip’s name on it in neat script but was still sealed.
“Aren’t you going to open your mail?” she asked the man standing washing dishes.
Rip glanced over at her, “No.”
Rolling her eyes, Sara picked up the dishtowel and started to dry for him. It was never intentional for her to live with Rip. When she moved to Central City, her dad had asked Rip to keep an eye out for her, which he did. They met up for coffee every so often and she knew he would always be there if she needed help. Then the moron above her managed to flood Sara’s crappy apartment making it even more crappy. Rip had a spare room which he’d offered to let her use and Sara had now been staying in it for the past three months. Even though her apartment had now been fixed.
“Why aren’t you opening the letter?” Sara demanded after several minutes, “You’re a cop. I thought that came with an inability not to snoop into everyone’s business.”
Rip levelled an annoyed stare at her, which never worked since she had grown up with a cop who could do the same glare.
“I already know who it’s from,” Rip replied, “And I am not going to give them the satisfaction.”
Sara frowned confused.
They continued doing the dishes in silence for several minutes before Sara let out an annoyed cry.
“Who sent the letter?”
Rip shrugged, “It’s one of my cases.”
Sara rolled her eyes, “Rip, come on give me some actual information because this is making me more curious.”
Finishing the final plate, Rip dried his hands and picked up the envelope handing it to Sara.
“Open it.”
Confused, Sara used the knife she was holding and sliced open the envelope before pulling out a Christmas card with two penguins kissing under the mistletoe. At the cute cheery card Sara became even more bemused. Opening it she read the message;
Detective Rip Hunter,
Merry Christmas,
Looking forward to playing with you,
Sapphire & Steel
“Who the hell are ‘Sapphire and Steel’?” she asked bemused.
Rip sighed, plucking the card out her hands and tossing it onto the breakfast bar.
“They are my latest case,” Rip told her.
Sara’s forehead wrinkled in confusion, “Do you want to run that past me again? I know Dad never got Christmas cards from the criminals he was chasing.”
Rip opened the fridge and pulled out two beers, handing Sara one before opening his own. Taking a long drink, he leaned against the counter.
“Sapphire and Steel are the nicknames two jewel thieves have somehow become known as,” Rip explained, “They’re notorious and have managed to avoid being caught for years. I was handed the case when Detective Perkins retired. I’m the third lead detective on the case.”
Sara mused on this, “Okay.”
“He told me that they liked to send him cards at Christmas and on his birthday,” Rip continued, “Their way of letting him know they’re out there.”
“So, they’re telling you they know you’ve taken over the case,” Sara chuckled.
Rip nodded, “Precisely. And I’m not playing.”
Christmas went by quietly but on New Year’s Eve, Rip arrived home from the station to find a box addressed to him waiting on his doorstep. Knowing exactly who had sent it to him, Rip opened the bin sitting at the side of the building and dropped it in.
Smiling he headed inside to change for the party he was going to, but it was New Year and Rip had promised his girlfriend he’d go. It was quiet in the house with Sara home in Star City for the holidays. Despite reluctantly letting her use his spare room after the apartment disaster, he’d become used to her presence. It turned out that Sara was a good roommate to have since she had grown up with a cop, so understood his shifts. They communicated mostly via text or notes as they were rarely in the house at the same time. When their paths did cross, they didn’t get in each other’s way and got along fairly well. They also both ensured there was always food in the fridge and made sure the house was always clean.
Jumping in the shower, Rip closed his eyes as the water cascaded down over him before quickly washing. Shutting off the water he grabbed a towel and headed into his room to get dressed pulling on the black denims and light blue shirt he’d set out.
Hearing his phone buzz in the other room, Rip frowned when he passed the box that he’d just thrown out sitting on the dining room table.
“What?” he answered his phone sharply.
“It’s me,” Caitlin said, “Were you expecting someone else?”
“Sorry,” Rip winced, “Just…never mind. Is there something wrong?”
“No,” she assured him, “I’m just calling to let you know you don’t need to pick me up. Cisco is going to give me a lift, so I’ll see you there.”
“Okay,” Rip replied, “I’ve got the wine and I’m almost ready to head out the door.”
“Of course you are,” Caitlin laughed, “I’ll see you soon.”
Hanging up Rip frowned at the box sitting on the table. This meant that not only were they watching him, but they’d been in his house.
Perkins had warned him, but only about cards never presents. Grabbing the bottle of wine for the party, Rip decided he was not letting them get to him and ignored the box. He’d bin it again when he got home.
“He’s not opening our present,” Gideon gave an exaggerated pout.
Miranda laughed as they watched the detective in charge of finding them leave his house, dressed nicely carrying a bottle of wine.
“He will,” Miranda assured her, “Give him time and he’ll get curious about what we’re sending him. All cops are the same.”
Gideon watched Detective Rip Hunter climb into his car and leave the driveway before turning to her partner, “Are we putting the cameras in now?”
Miranda grinned at her, “Yes,” at Gideon’s smile, Miranda kissed her, “He’s far enough away. Let’s go.”
Sliding out the car, Miranda waited for Gideon to disable the alarm system before opening the door. For a cop it had been surprisingly easy to get a copy of his keys. Walking into the house, Miranda looked around thoughtfully.
“Neat freak,” she mused, “How like a cop.” Turning to Gideon she grinned, “Let’s do this.”
It took them about ten minutes to set up Gideon’s surveillance system. They then wandered through the house looking through all of Rip’s things. Studying the man who taken over from Perkins, so they had all the information they needed.
“He’s going to be gone for a while,” Gideon said with a seductive smile, leaning against his bedroom door, “We could…”
“No,” Miranda cut her off, “We’re not leaving any evidence we were here.”
“Spoilsport,” Gideon pouted.
Miranda wrapped her arms around Gideon, “We’re going to have a lot of fun with him. Don’t get overexcited.”
Chuckling Gideon lifted the picture they’d found of their new friend, “He is nice to look at. Don’t you think?”
“He is,” Miranda agreed studying the photo, “His eyes are kind, he looks as intelligent as the reports say and I like the beard. The last two were so clean shaven, they didn’t fit the rugged detective look.”
“I wouldn’t kick him out of bed,” Gideon said.
Miranda’s eyes lit up with an idea
Gideon asked, “What?”
“Miller was gay, Perkins married and…” she grimaced, “Old.” Studying the photo again, Miranda smirked, “Are you following my train of thought?”
Gideon grinned, “Definitely,” she sighed musing, “We can have a lot of fun with him.”
Miranda chuckled, “And we’re going to. But….”
“There’s always a but,” Gideon sighed.
“Finesse, darling,” Miranda reminded her sliding arms around Gideon, “If we push too hard at the beginning he’ll break quickly. We watch and play with him a little first before getting to the real fun stuff.”
Gideon smiled mischievously.
“Miller quit and Perkins retired,” Miranda reminded her, “Neither got anywhere near us. Let’s see how well Hunter will do.”
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Caitlin smiled amused when Rip slid into the seat across from her after he gave her a quick kiss hello, “Only ten minutes late. That has to be a personal record.”
Rolling his eyes, Rip picked up his menu, “I did warn you when we started seeing each other that these things happen.”
“Should I ask what actually happened to make you late?” Caitlin said, “Or will I get the reply ‘police business’ as always?”
At her teasing he smiled, “Just had to finish some paperwork before Captain Singh decided to demote me to traffic duty.”
Caitlin shrugged slightly, “At least you’d have a proper workday.”
“Wasn’t I the one waiting for two hours last month when you had to finish an experiment?” Rip asked teasingly.
“Now that was an extremely important experiment,” Caitlin replied with the hint of a smile.
Their waiter arrived and they ordered their meals, Rip taking a drink of wine Caitlin had ordered for them. They’d been seeing each other for about six months now. Neither were looking for a relationship at the time, and both were initially reluctant to start anything considering how much time their jobs took up. But Cisco, who had introduced them, just rolled his eyes and told them to not be stupid.
Rip was glad they had started dating, Caitlin was sweet, smart, they had similar interests and he always had fun when he was with her.
“Do you think she’s right for him?” Gideon asked as she and Miranda sat in a nearby booth watching their Detective with the woman he was dating.
Miranda sipped her wine, “I think she seems intelligent and kind. I don’t think it will last but she’s fine for now.”
Gideon chuckled, “I like her. It’s a pity we’re going to ruin their date night. But I suppose we can make it up to him in some way.”
Miranda motioned the nearby waitress over and paid their cheque. As they were getting ready to leave, a smile touched Miranda’s face.
“What are you thinking?” Gideon asked at the mischievous look.
“I have an idea,” she said, “Wait for me in the car.”
Gideon nodded, brushing her lips against Miranda’s before she left the restaurant, taking a quick look back at their detective who was obliviously having dinner with his girlfriend. Sliding into the driver’s seat, she waited for Miranda to appear.
“Well?” she demanded the moment the other woman was in the car.
“I arranged for a bottle wine to be delivered to the table just before he gets the call about our latest escapade,” Miranda smirked.
Gideon laughed, “I love it. Let’s go and pick up my new necklace.”
Rip chuckled as Caitlin finished the story about one of her co-workers while they waited for their dessert.
“Sir,” a waiter arrived with a bottle of wine making Rip frown.
“We didn’t order another bottle,” Rip told him.
The man nodded, “A lady sent it earlier tonight with her compliments for your dessert. Said you would know who it came from.”
Before he could answer, Rip’s phone buzzed at his side. Automatically glancing down he saw the alert about the robbery and the wine suddenly made sense.
“We don’t want it,” Rip stated coldly before turning to Caitlin, “I have to go. There’s been a robbery.”
She nodded, “Do you want me to bring dessert to yours?”
Rip sighed, “As tempting as that sounds, this could take a long time. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
He leaned over to kiss her goodbye stopping when she caught his hand.
“Rip, you can tell me what that was with the wine,” she reminded him.
Giving her a small smile and a quick kiss, he nodded, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Cisco?” Rip called as he walked into the jewellery store, “What do we have?”
“Lock was picked, CCTV was turned off,” Cisco Ramon, the CCPD’s tech and cyber genius listed appearing at Rip’s side, “Safe was hacked and they got away with a tidy sum in uncut diamonds, some earrings, a few watches and a sapphire necklace that was being cleaned for the exceedingly wealthy Mrs Worthington which I have been told, repeatedly by the manager, is worth a fortune.”
“It was Coburn and Ryder,” Rip told him.
Cisco frowned, “How do you know by simply walking in the door? Are you psychic now?”
At the amused question Rip rolled his eyes. “They let me know at dinner.”
Confusion filled the younger man’s eyes, “I thought you and Caitlin…”
“We were,” Rip grimaced, “We were waiting for dessert when a bottle of wine was brought over from a woman who said I’d know who sent it. Then I got your message about the robbery.”
Cisco let out a whistle, “They…”
“Okay, let’s get to work,” Rip said determinedly, “I’m going to catch those two and throw away the key.”
Part Six
Rip took the beer Leonard set in front of him, “Thanks.”
“This is your free birthday drink,” Leonard said, “Make the most of it.”
Chuckling he turned to watch the rest of the people in the bar, almost every one of them was a cop. Which, considering who Leonard Snart used to be, still amused Rip.
“And here is the birthday boy,” Sara called with a grin as she bounced into the bar, “Happy Birthday, Roomie.”
Rip rolled his eyes, “I really hate when you do the pretend peppy act.”
“Why do you think I do it?” she asked amused, turning to the bar she grinned at Leonard who handed her a beer, “Are you planning on doing something fun tonight or are you being your usual boring self and having one drink only?”
Rip chuckled, “I’m having one drink and, as my mother is going to call in about an hour, I am going to go home to talk to her then I am going to read my book in peace.”
“So, usual boring self,” Sara rolled her eyes.
“Exactly,” he smiled.
Chuckling Sara shook her head, “Then I will drink for you.”
“There’s my boy,” Mary Xavier called when the video-call connected, “Happy Birthday, dear.”
Rip gave her a smile back, “Thank you, Mother. I got your present, which I’ll probably have to hide from Sara.”
“Well, the one good thing Jonah taught you was the love of a decent scotch,” she teased before asking, “How are things in Central City?”
Rip shrugged, “Not bad but…”
“But?” she asked concerned.
“A case I’m working on is driving me a little crazy. It also meant I had to speak to Zaman Druce,” Rip told her.
Concern covered his mother’s face, “You spoke with him? Did he know who you are?”
“He didn’t recognise me,” Rip assured her, “Either time I saw him.”
“What about this case is so important that you would deliberately put yourself in the same room as that…” she trailed off for a second with disgust before finishing, “Man?”
“The two women I’m chasing used to work for him,” Rip explained, “I needed to try to get information on them out of him.”
She frowned again, “Be careful, darling. I know you’re an adult now and there is no need for you to fear him but what that piece of filth did to you…”
“I don’t need to see him again, Mother,” Rip promised, “You don’t have to worry.”
A warm smile covered her face, “I always worry about you. Especially since you decided to become a police officer.”
Rip smiled at her, “I’m always careful. I promise.”
“Well, I’m hoping to come see you soon,” she told him, “I love you, dear.”
“Love you too.”
Hanging up with his mother, Rip smiled to himself. He missed her. She couldn’t visit often because she had responsibilities, and he rarely made it back to London, but they talked as often as they could.
She was his adopted mother, Rip had never known his real one, but she had taken him in when the person he trusted above all in the world betrayed him in the most horrible way. He’d been ten years old, in pain and angry when Mary Xavier walked into his life. Taking the abuse that he gave without blinking, bringing him things to keep him occupied and challenging him. She was the first person in the world never to let him down and the day she took him into her home, he had held his breath expecting it to be taken away. Rip was sceptical at first but because she was so patient and loving, he started to believe it was real.
It wasn’t that late, but Rip had an early shift so decided to grab a mug of tea and read in bed for an hour or so. Setting the mug on his bedside cabinet he leaned back on the bed against his pillows and was about to shut down his laptop when it pinged letting him know a message had arrived.
He smiled slightly to see it was a birthday message from Caitlin, opening it he grimaced at the message that appeared.
Happy Birthday, Detective, it read,
We have a present for you. You may want to close this down and delete it instantly but if you do, or if you don’t watch the entire present, then a virus will be sent to everyone in your contacts list. And it is a nasty one.
Click on the link, Detective and enjoy your present.
Sapphire & Steel.
Rip frowned but knew he had no choice but to follow their instructions. He knew how good Gideon Ryder was with computers and, although he was no slouch in that area, without some idea of what programme she’d used he knew he had to do what they said.
Taking a breath, he clicked the link.
Miranda and Gideon’s faces appeared on the screen before him.
“We have a present for you, Detective,” Miranda smiled at him, “I know, from that kiss you gave me, that you’re interested. So, we thought we’d let you see exactly what you can look forward to when you join us.”
Rip’s eyes widened as the shot moved back and there the two women were, on a large bed naked. All the blood rushed from his brain as he watched them kiss, touching one another moaning in pleasure. He knew he could simply turn the screen to face the wall, turn the volume down. They wouldn’t know and it would play out.
But he couldn’t look away.
For the past few months Rip had found himself fantasising about these two women, and now they were showing him everything he’d dreamed of.
The camera angle changed and this time it only showed Gideon, laying back on a pillow with one hand on her breast while the other was splayed across the white silken sheets, fingers gripping the material, her lips were parted and soft noises of enjoyment filled the room from whatever Miranda was doing out of shot. Without thought Rip slid his hand down under his covers, stroking himself in time with the gasps of the woman undulating in the throes of pleasure on the screen before him. Gideon suddenly let out a cry as she climaxed and Rip joined her, breathing heavily.
“I told you she sparkles,” Miranda appeared again, smiling smugly, “Hope you enjoyed your present. Now you’ve seen this, it’ll delete itself. If you want an encore performance come and find us, Detective. I promise it’s an even better live show and the next time it can be interactive.”
The screen moved again showing them laying together on the bed wrapped around one another.
“Come and join us,” Miranda finished, “There’s plenty of room for you in our bed, Detective.”
The screen went blank.
Rip stared at the screen for several minutes before he went for a very cold shower.
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Gideon smiled as they walked through the mall in Star City.
The jewellery store they were looking at as their next target had some beautiful pieces, but it was also close to an amazing bakery which made chocolate cakes that Gideon could eat all day every day.
“What do you think,” Miranda asked as they strolled.
“Very simple security system,” Gideon mused, “I could get through it in my sleep. The safe a child could open. But they have some pretty, pretty trinkets for us.”
Miranda chuckled, “How long do you need to prepare?”
“Another day,” Gideon replied, “It’s an easy security system.”
They continued to the bakery where Gideon took a seat in the window seat while Miranda went to get them tea and cake. Gideon wasn’t allowed to because she took about an hour to choose after she saw the selection. Miranda knew what Gideon liked and made it easier by giving her one choice as well as a taste of whatever Miranda got to eat.
Watching the store, Gideon frowned as she watched several men appear with several large boxes all with a security logo she didn’t recognise.
“Interesting,” she mused, pulling out her tablet and hacking into the CCTV feed in the store.
“What is?” Miranda appeared with their tea and cake.
Gideon grimaced, “They’re upgrading their security.”
“Inconvenient,” Miranda mused.
“I know,” Gideon said, “But it might be something fun. I don’t recognise the logo. It could be a new system. One I haven’t seen before.”
Miranda chuckled, “I love how excited this makes you, but it does mess with our plans.”
“I’m watching them,” Gideon told her, “But I will have to go into the store to check if there is anything below the CCTV camera I’m tapped into.”
A small frown covered Miranda’s face, “Is that absolutely necessary?”
“I’m afraid so,” Gideon told her, “And you can’t come with me. I need to be discreet. I’ll meet you back at the hotel.”
Miranda grimaced but nodded, “Let’s finish our tea first. Make sure there are less people around.”
“Yes, dear.”
Rip stood watching the two women he had been chasing as they sat drinking their tea. He had been meticulous setting up this sting. He needed jewellery that was expensive enough and belonged to someone they felt deserved to have it stolen from. He’d ensured one of the pieces had sapphires in it since they were always extra enticing to Gideon. This was something he’d noticed going through all the files he had of everything they’d ever stolen. A security system that was easy enough for Gideon to be relaxed about and then he had the ‘new’ system installed.
They were so close to him right now, so close he could attempt arrest them now but there were too many variables here and there was the possibility they could get away. He wasn’t going to lose his chance to catch them.
After the video they’d sent him on his birthday, Rip’s dreams every night were X-rated, and he had to arrest them to get them out of his life so he could get back to normal.
Lance wasn’t happy about Rip’s plan, neither was Singh but he knew this was the best idea. He needed to get Gideon, and then put her in an environment he could control to capture Miranda. He would have them both, and he could forget all about them.
Finally, Gideon finished her tea and stood, giving Miranda a quick kiss before she walked out the bakery. Rip had declined any additional support so couldn’t have anyone tail Miranda, he also didn’t want her to be tipped off that the police were watching them because that could ruin his plan. Walking softly, he instead followed Gideon.
She didn’t head directly for the jewellery store, instead walked around the stores looking in windows. Not only beautiful, Gideon seemed to just enjoy life from the way she smiled as she wandered. Rip frowned seeing her steal a lipstick and forced himself to stay back until she got to the jewellery store where he could control the only escape routes she could possibly have.
Gideon buzzed around, staying close to the jewellery store to keep an eye out for when the new security system was installed, and the store would be empty. She loved this time. Planning a job, finding everything they needed so that they could get their prize.
She sometimes wondered what she would have done if her parents hadn’t died, if she hadn’t been found by Druce who taught her to steal and lie. But then she knew she probably wouldn’t have met Miranda.
Despite the bad things she’d seen and done, Miranda’s love negated it all.
Finally, the people installing the new security system left the store, Gideon moved closer and saw only two people in the store. One with their head in what appeared to be an instruction manual. Walking into the store Gideon instantly turned to look at the pendants near the front door. Moving slowly around she scanned the new system, frowning after a few moments as the realisation that something was wrong hit her.
Forcing herself to remain calm, Gideon started for the door stopping as Detective Rip Hunter appeared in front of her, his gun raised.
“Hello, Miss Ryder,” he smiled slightly, “You are under arrest.”
Imagine your F/O(s) checking you out as you work out. They think you’re fucking hot when you work up a sweat and they can’t stop staring. They can’t help but want you to use those muscles on them or have you underneath them. When you turn to them to ask them something they can barely get out a response because they’re so flustered and their head(s) is/are so full of dirty thoughts.
Imagine your F/O writhing underneath you, their fingers digging into the sheets or your back, their voice in your ear. Imagine your name on their lips, the feel of their skin against yours. Imagine just being lost in that moment with them, where time feels slowed to a standstill and nothing exists but you and them.
Imagine waking up after your first time with your F/O(s). Imagine being able to admire their naked form bare before you, and seeing the marks you left on them from your previous activities. Imagine them getting up and stretching, giving you more of them to look at. Though they don’t mean to, they end up making you want more of them.
Imagine your F/O surprising you with a set of lingerie. Imagine the way the thin material hugs their form just right. Imagine the sultry look they give you when you enter the room, the way they move to purposefully entice you. Maybe they give you a little dance. Imagine finally taking it all off of them to reveal their perfect figure laid bare before you.
Imagine pleasing your F/O. Imagine knowing exactly what spots to touch and how to touch them to get them in the mood. Imagine them moaning softly in your ear, and calling out your name, letting you know how good you make them feel. Imagine their tight grip as they hold you close to them, because they don’t want you to stop.
epsilonalioth asked you: thomas has a sexuality crisis over a hot older woman (guess what ship this is)
didn't really end up managing the sexuality crisis part at all but thomas is nonetheless gay as the night is long besides this so points for effort right. part-r63 burnshipping (iv/fem!heartland), contains underage drinking and also thomas getting pegged thanks
(even with someone who - even now - doesn't exactly know what he's supposed to do with a woman, doesn't even remotely want to know where anyone but her is concerned)
She'd just laughed, again, and the next thing IV had known he'd been on his hands and knees. She'd filled him up with fingers and then made him beg, until she'd been satisfied enough to fill him with a toy instead, and if it hadn't been as good as the real thing she'd certainly made sure he'd forgotten that.
And... well. She's hardly difficult to come back to, after all. Not when she treats him like he's actually worth her time, and perhaps it's only to use him for information - doesn't he know by now, after all, that Heartland is aligned with Kaito, with Faker? - but he's been a tool for so long and somehow, it's hard to care at all. So he comes back to her willingly, again and again, and somewhere along the way he knows full well that there's no more information she can get from him - and if he knows now, she'll have known long ago - but she still invites him back, and it's... nice.
(sometimes in the dead of night she calls him by the name he gave up when Tron appeared, and he doesn't ask how she knows it - because Heartland has her methods, doesn't she - only leans into her and breathes yes the way he never would if anyone else used that name for him now)
