So, here is a totally self-indulging piece of fiction for the Wayhaven Chronicles.
FemDetective x Adam du Mortain (nsfw)
The Detective is alone in her bed and Adam is just a room away and she can’t stop thinking about him. Luckily, she has some time on her hands and tries to be quiet. Well, she isn’t.
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I sit on the bed and sigh.
What a day.
Or more like a week.
I press my head against my pillows.
A month , if I’m being honest with myself.
Sighing, I turn around and try to ignore my nightmares. They’re creeping too close at the edge of my consciousness. Being introduced to a world of monsters and fairy tales, including your estranged mother, would do that to you. Not to mention that not every monster is an actual monster.
Being close to a bunch of vampires alters your perception of the world.
My worn pjs offer a much needed sense of protection. I love the shorts and my oversized shirt and how they smell like my favourite fabric softener. Just a lingering hint of orange and cinnamon. It’s the small things that keep the crazy at bay.
And the darkness. Thinking about Murphy makes me taste blood and ash and it seems as if my throat is suddenly dry and swollen.
Fantastic.
My phone vibrates and I roll over to pick it up from my nightstand, thankful for the diversion. Tina demands some answers about the agents staying at my flat and how they occupy most of the space. She uses far too many smileys.
Come on, show me the deets!
- I can’t. Already in bed.
Barely an inconvenience!
- I have to sleep ;) Will talk to you in the morning.
Spoilsport! You’re off my christmas list.
I put the phone down and chuckle. She and Felix would probably make a great couple, optimistic, cheerful and empathic, but I push the thought away and try to sleep.
It doesn’t work.
I know Adam is in the next room. Flashes of our talks occupy my head. The lingering sensations of him touching me.
The others have left for some urgent Agency business. Mason and Felix are patrolling the streets, while Nate had to drive all the way back to their hidden headquarters. Something to do with a sighting of a kelpie and his superior researching abilities. To be quite honest, I envy Nate’s concentration. These days I can barely manage to read a few pages of a book, before drifting off. Adam stayed behind to protect me from Murphy. Someone had to and he didn’t allow any sort of discussion or arguments. He never does when they talk about me.
I can’t help my wandering thoughts, because I’m caught somewhere between exhaustion and an anxiety attack.
Imagining Adam next to me helps. Does he actually have any hobbies? Is he passionate about something? Why does he appear so closed off and unreachable? Does he ever sit down? I can see him leaning against a wall with his shirt tight across his chest. I blush and put my hand against my mouth.
No, no bad brain. Stop.
His green eyes and pale, creamy skin. The way he always meets my eyes, unflinching, tense. When he touches me, my whole self is lit on fire. With him in the room, I always feel like standing on a cliff, an ocean beneath me. I know that we’ll never have such a relationship. Adam is too caught up in his duty and whatever he sees when he finds a moment to relax. I can sense a certain hopelessness around him. At times, he even seems lost.
Adam is good at hiding it, though. And a girl can dream, yes?
And lately my dreams offer a strange combination of him and doom and gloom.
I prefer the former.
My skin prickles and heat settles in my stomach. It’s too late now. I’m a weak, weak woman. I feel my fingers wandering over my chest, opening the buttons, caressing my skin and raising goosebumps along the way. My nipples harden and I imagine Adam closing his mouth around them, with his weight pushing my down onto the bed. Would he bite? Use his teeth to grace my skin?
I've always liked a bit of pain.
The shorts are old and offer enough space to put my hand beneath the hem. I use my free hand to quench my sounds. No need for Adam to hear my wimpers. But … it is an alluring thought. A mere wall is keeping us apart. I could get up, undress myself, press my naked self against him and feel the hard planes of his body.
I imagine him being rigid at first and surprised, with his face devoid of any emotion, but that would change into hunger. I’m not afraid of him devouring me.
And I’m already wet and I decide to do this quickly and quietly and ignore the part of my brain, which warns me against going any further. Carefully, I rub my sensitive flesh. Pressing my knees together, I try to find a rhythm and bemoan the lack of my vibrator, but it is hidden in my drawers and too far away. It’s noise would have drawn too much attention anyway. I raise my hips for a better angle.
Yes! Oh, yes.
My fingers are fast and thinking of Adam pushes me over the edge.
I whisper his name, as I feel the orgasm rush through my body.
Shit shit shit.
My legs twitch and for a few seconds, I lose my vision. In my defense, it has been a while and everything in my body feels so eager to be touched. With my promotion and everything that happened afterward, I hadn’t had much time thinking about dating and sex.
Sweat dampens my hair now, but I’ll shower in the morning and wash away my shame. No one needs to know of this. Especially not Adam. I fear that my heavy breathing can be heard throughout the neighborhood and I start to breath through my nose.
Better.
I roll on my stomach and smile against my pillow, feeling like some teenage girl enjoying her first crush. I haven’t felt that relaxed and rather at peace with myself for a while. All thanks to Adam and him being like a creation of my cheesiest fantasies.
I’m starting to fall for him, don’t I?
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Adam’s eyes focus on the street. It’s empty this time of the day and only a few people are out and about, some carrying groceries, some collecting their kids from a friend’s house. Wayhaven is small after all and offers nothing but homemade pies and fresh air, adorned with lots of trees. He rubs his nose and stretches his back. Standing still for so long isn’t to his liking and he prefers not spending his watch with reading the detective’s books or sorting through her mess.
Without the rest of his squad, it’s quiet.
He raises his head.
Something is off.
Adam is close to knocking on her door. He can feel her heart beating too fast and her smell seems unfamiliar. Something … primal? Earthy. It raises the short hair on his neck and arms.
What on earth is she doing? She should be asleep by now and nestled beneath her blankets.
He walks to her door, evading the cluster of her belongings.
“Detective?” Adam raises his hand and stops mid motion.
Sudden realization makes him miss a thought.
Oh.
She shouldn’t. Really. The detective needs to be in her best form, alert and ready to fight or escape. Not indulge her baser needs. Adam’s cheeks darken. He doesn’t know, if it’s anger or lust, but his trousers become tight and he curses beneath his breath.
Since walking into their life, she’d been slowly chipping away his defenses. Every interaction with her offers a new sense of himself and it takes a toll on his nerves. Adam presses his forehead against her door. Her blood smells inviting and sweet and with her pulse this high, it wakes a half forgotten urge. He’d been successfully ignoring it for many, many years.
He curses again. His own weakness and Rebecca for bringing her daughter into all of this.
Adam presses his lips together, because he hears her small, stifled moans. The sensation is too much.
But he won’t give into temptation.
Unbidden images start to dance in front of his eyes, skin, warm flesh, lips pressed against each other. Her hair spilled on the bed sheets, her body beneath him, moving, inviting him in.
Adam waits for her finish and for her heart to be calm again. As soon as she becomes silent, he slides down the door, gently putting his head against the wood, and closes his eyes.
Just this once, Adam desires to be someone else, someone, who will open this door and kiss her.
Adam du Mortain x female Detective (in the future)
Detective Kat Kingston faces a murder, Unit Bravo and her mother.
Chapter 2: a second murder makes Kat doubt her abilities as a Detective
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Chapter 1
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I was unaware
You were lighting flares
Now I'm runing scared
How did it come to this?
Kat rested her head against the steering wheel.
Another victim.
Another one, she didn’t protect. Garret Hayes lay dead and cold beneath the harsh lights of Verda’s lab, neck mauled and eyes milky. The sight alone made her stomach turn, though having to deliver the news to his mother took her number one spot of upsetting experiences of this day. Kate had started to cry immediately and she’d got down on her knees to pull her close and comfort her.
Even with the help of Adam’s erie, professional abilities, nothing much had come out of questioning the grieving woman afterward. Kat didn’t blame her, but she couldn’t help but wish for even the smallest trace of their killer.
Garret’s death seemed more personal somehow, closer to home than Janet’s, and Kat hated herself for lacking objectivism.
She tried to breathe and to ignore the memory of Tina’s face when suspicion had become reality. How her warm eyes filled with tears, how she firmly pressed her lips together to suppress a sob.
Kat felt exhaustion grip her whole body.
Where to go with this investigation? A vicious murder ran rampage in her town and left almost no evidence but some blood and saliva and more questions than answers. Motives? Profile? A link between the victims?
Her hands shook, as she fumbled for her keys.
Maybe she wasn’t meant to be a Detective. Maybe all of this had been a pipe dream from the beginning or an attempt to impress her mother. She’d started this career to help and to protect and frankly, Kat currently sucked at both. Good grades and tests held no value, if you couldn’t handle a real situation and failed at solving two murders. Especially, if your body crumbled beneath the first symptoms of stress.
“Detective Kingston?” Adam crouched down to look through her window. “It’s late. You need to go home.”
“Eh.” Kat sat up straight, feeling herself blush with shame. “Yes, of course. I was … I.” She stumbled over her own words and saw his green eyes squint against the streetlights.
“You need someone to take you?” Adam’s face remained passive and unreadable and she heard a note of impatience . Somehow his presence only sparked another bout of self-pity and anger towards her lacking abilities concerning this investigation. Frustration bubbled in her throat, ready to erupt.
Oh look at you, Mister super Agent, always so sure of everything, always so strict, always lacking empathy, always so handsome.
Kat bit the inside of her cheeks. “No, of course not. I can handle this.”
Adam raised a brow, which clearly stated that he didn’t believe her statement. Not one bit.
“You must focus, Detective Kingston.”
“I know, Agent du Mortain. Good night!” She started her car and drove home.
Home meant her small and messy apartment, with heaps of books stacking up everywhere, and a whole collection of dirty coffee mugs, adorned with clothing and hastily written scribbles. She should really clean up her place (maybe on the weekend), but Kat’s body just longed for a hot shower and sleep.
She indulged it.
Her dreams seemed to be inconsistent and dark and awoke a feeling of dread in her stomach. Kat’s subconscious replayed her failing at her job, pictures of the murder scenes, and threw in some traumatic experiences of her teenage years.
Morning arrived to soon and yet not soon enough.
Kat hit the snooze button and crawled beneath her blankets. Just five minutes of peace, before everything came crashing down around her. Pure bliss. Hidden in her bed, she felt reminded of her childhood and how she’d waited for her mother to come home night after night, wrapped tightly in a blanket, which still smelled of father.
“Ugh.” With five minutes to go, Kat decided on just picking up clothing from the floor and putting her hair in a small bun at the nape of her neck. No makeup today, just bare exhaustion and pure professionalism.
Kat adjusted her driving mirror and caught a glimpse of her pale reflexion. “This is a new day! Be better, be smarter, Kat.”
She needed to solve this and to grant the families and the victims closure.
Douglas seemed to be missing from the frontdesk, probably late or taking a break, and she sighed in relief, because one less person she had to face today.
“Detective Kingston! Good morning, it’s good to see you.” Nate watched her entering the room, but his smile suddenly froze.
The attention of the whole team focussed on her, gazes drifting from her neck to her midsection.
“Eh, your buttons.” Felix, obviously the most helpful agent, pointed at her blouse.
“Oh, shit.” Some buttons had come undone, or probably hadn’t been closed earlier this morning, and offered a view of her sports-bra and too much skin. Kat quickly closed them, making the mistake of meeting Adam’s eyes, who didn’t meet hers, because he stared at said failed buttons.
Her heartbeat sped up and pressed against her rips. The moment stretched and stretched and Adam’s shoulders looked tense.
No no no. Close your stupid buttons!
Neither time nor place to act like this.
You haven’t dated in a while and are probably hormonal and vulnerable.
With her head as red as a ripe tomato, Kat sat down behind her desk. “We have a murder to solve, not witness my wardrobe malfunctions.”
She reached for a pen, just to hold something in her fingers. “But I’m sorry for… that.”
Felix handed her an Agency folder and patted her shoulder. “No offense taken, Detective Kingston.”
With that, the tension seemed to leave the room. Nate got up to offer her a bit more space, while Mason excused himself for a cigarette break (finally not vanishing in a cloud of smoke any more). Douglas had rolled the whiteboard into her office earlier and she clipped Janet’s and Garret’s pictures at the top. “Lets visualize our evidence.”
Kat carefully wrote down the basic informations beneath their pictures. Names, ages, occupations, social groups, families, a blank space for the lab report.
“So, what do we have?” With her hands on her hips, she knew that it wasn’t much. The nagging feeling that somehow Unit Bravo withhold information got stronger with the passings minutes. Nate and Adam exchanged glances too often, Felix tried to charm away her questions, and Mason did was he was told without any sign of interest.
Maybe she’d call Rebbeca later today, if she got a hold of her.
They discussed for a few hours, slowly going over the evidence again, moving in circles until early afternoon. Kat dialed up Verda three times, but the hospital still hadn’t examined the blood samples. Cutting funding to a necessity would do this.
Another wasted day. More lives on the line.
Kat rubbed her temples, as she began to feel a headache build between her eyes. Her phone vibrated on her desk and she gladly excused herself.
“Bobby. Not the best time.” She’d hoped for a call from Tina or Verda, but no, it had to be him, a whole nother cause of headache. Kat brought some distance between her office and herself, but still managed to watch Unit Bravo at work. Everytime, Kat left there seemed to be some kind of argument? To be a mice in that room now.
“Is it ever, angel?”
When Kat didn’t reply, he continued talking. “It’s your last chance to give me a statement.”
Kat needed a moment to process his words and shook her head in disbelief. “Are you actually threatening me?”
“No, of course not. Just gathering information to form a better picture. The people of Wayhaven deserve that.”
“I know, but we follow strict guidelines.”
“You sure?” She heard his smile and her suddenly her body turned cold.
Kat rubbed her hand against her hip. “Yes, but we can set up an interview in a week.”
“Nah, too late.” Bobby chuckled. “Bye, Kat.”
“Bye, Bo..:” But he’d already hung up.
Combat training had always been the hardest discipline for her, but she surely would’ve kicked some punching back this very moment. How did he manage to get under her skin so easily? After all those years, Kat still fumbled for words when talking to him.
“Grow up.” Kat whispered beneath her breath. She held her back a bit straighter and returned to her office.
“I’ll head to Verda now. You guys are better equipped than us. Is there a chance that your forensic experts may take a look at their clothing? Look for traces of DNA, hair?”
Mason shook his head. “We’re not CSI.”
“Sadly, I don’t really know what you guys are, because no one ever told me exactly. And for all your expertise, nothing is going forward.” Kat’s cheek reddened again. This time, because anger made her irritable.
“Detective Kingston.” Nate crossed the room to stand at her sight. He smelled clean and fresh and rather unobtrusive. “We’ll take the SUV and look at that warehouse again, if it fits with your plan.”
“Of course. Call me, if you find anything.” And Kat left the office and Unit Bravo to their own devices.
She shivered from the cold room and put her jacket tighter around her, while sitting at Verda's side. They examined the blood anomalies again and the traces of saliva, which they'd found on Garret. Nothing new there, but a welcome distraction from being locked in a small office with Unit Bravo and clashing with their personalities. They'd probably thought her a total failure. Overly emotional and not able to get herself dressed in the morning.
In comparison the pathologist was kind and soft and far more bearable.
Verda and she'd quickly become friends, because both of them loved a good book and shared a knack for the science side of police work. Not to mention that he'd made her feel welcome at the station from day one.
"We'll call the hospital tomorrow. All of this takes too long." Standing up, she corrected her reading glasses.
Verda followed suit and switched his pc off. "We'll do that."
"Don't stay up too late, though. We all need our sleep."
"Back to you. I can see your dark circles."
Kat laughed and waved his concern away with a quick eyeroll.
"Bed, here I come."
Her office was blissfully empty as she returned and the sun had already set, so Kat closed her eyes, enjoyed a deep sigh, and collected her things.
