Summary: Fresh out of the academy, David Loki’s a young cop on the night shift. What happens when during a routine traffic spot, he’s confronted with an old crush who has other plans to get out of a ticket?
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Eventual SMUT. 18+ Readers only
Summary: Fresh out of the academy, David Loki’s a young cop on the night shift. What happens when during a routine traffic spot, he’s confronted with an old crush who has other plans to get out of a ticket?
Catch up with the Rookie Loki Series: Part 1: Night Shift | Part 2: Twilight Troubles | Part 3: Day to Day | Part 4: Fuck It! I Love You | Part 5: Inside a Beginning, There is An End | Part 6: I'll Be Seeing You, Sunrise | Part 7: I'll Be Seeing You, Sunset | Part 8: Bloom
A/N: Yeah fuck it, I'm posting this part too. It's Wednesday, why not. Enjoy lol
“When you said that you were hoping to rekindle your romance with your ex I thought you were crazy. But seeing your ex…I get it. Rekindle away and share the highlights por favor.”
Mia’s voice is teasing as you both walk out from the bathroom. After you had been alerted to David’s presence, you had gestured to him to give you a minute so you could escape to the bathroom. In reality, you wanted to scurry off to freshen up your makeup, do another clean spritz of perfume, fluff out your hair.
Mia had been on your coattails, watching in amusement as you re-applied lipstick with a smirk on her face the whole time. You could tell she had something to say but you weren’t going to warrant it. You were nervous as it was.
“Har har.” Your voice is sarcastic but you can’t help the smile that falls on your face as your heels click on the shiny marble floor of the museum, lost to the sound of chatter from the event.
“No I mean it; he’s fucking hot.”
“David is really attractive, I agree. Obviously.”
“And sensitive. Your typical Romeos just bring roses. He brought you a pretty summer bouquet.”
You hesitate before answering.
“...he brought me a bouquet of a few of my favorite flowers.”
Even from afar you could spot the tulips, the snapdragons and soft pink roses you adored. Memory of an elephant he had.
“Oh….” Mia grabs your arm, pauses, “wait, wait, wait. Is he the one that…?”
She trails off and you exhale as you stop, look over at her. Mia was an intern with your company in the nontraditional way; while she was a student she was closer to your age having chosen to go to school later in life. Being freshly thirty year olds you and her naturally connected as you transitioned back; she had been a godsend with supporting you with your move back to Philadelphia and adjusting.
Naturally, after a few glasses of wine, David had come up.
“Yes.”
“Okay girl,” she steps in front of you, pushing the straps to your dress more to the sides of your shoulder. Your hair which was still pinned back escapes their release when she tugs on the clip you had it in, falling down to your shoulders in messy yet teasing curls. She squeezes your breast together, pushing them so your cleavage is highlighted more and you laugh as you push her hands away.
“Okay, okay, that’s enough.”
“Now it is. When you changed into this dress an hour ago, we all thought you were trying to impress the rich guests who would be here. I didn't realize that you had personally invited a suitor. This dress is hot, it makes your tits look great and your ass, and you look beautiful in it. So, let him know that.”
“David knows…he's ... .we were each other's first loves.”
“Yes, but it's a nice reminder. Also, when men get territorial they are more likely to make moves and by the way you've done your makeup and curled your hair you obviously want to get laid. I’m helping you get there.”
“Hey!” you laugh but you don’t deny her advice. The truth was Mia was right; you did want to hook up with David.
More than that, you just wanted to spend time with him. Share with him what had been sitting in the pit of your stomach after you left him on your dad’s office floor two years ago.
“I don’t just want to hook up with him though. I….we both made choices for our careers and it made sense for us at the time but now….he’s always had my heart, you know? I want him to know that.”
“He was willing to drive an hour here with your favorite bouquet and I bet you he’s not moved from the spot we left him in since you left. Trust me girl, he knows. He might be just as scared as you.”
“Maybe.”
You exhale as you do another twirl and Mia claps her hands and nods.
“You look great. Now let him see it.”
_
When you step out onto the floor, you’re not surprised by how the room is filling up. At this point, the event will run itself considering your primary role was to connect leadership with the media and most of that work had been completed hours earlier. The few reporters remaining were staying for photos and quotes, and you had made it clear to Mia that you wanted to be more offhands when the night kicked off so she would take lead for anything additional.
You were, after all, on a date.
David’s moved off to the side, he’s rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and the bouquet he brought hangs limply in his right hand as he ingested the large program hanging off to the side. You drink him in. He still kept the haircut you had grown fond of seeing on him. It didn’t look like he got any new tattoos, though the ones you were able to see still nostalgically made you want to wet yourself in desire.
You could do this. You could tell him exactly what you have been wanting to tell him for two years. You intake one final breath before walking over to him. When he hears your footsteps, he looks away from the large board he’s reading, an automatic smile falling on his face as you near.
You have seen many oceans, far more seas, even more lakes. Nothing matched the beautiful color of David’s eyes, deep pools of love and care that danced whenever he looked at you.
It makes your heart flutter.
You smile back at him, exhaling as you say,
“Sorry about that. Haven’t had a chance to run to the bathroom while I was supporting getting things set up.”
“It's fine,” he walks closer, awkwardly lifts the bouquet. “These are for you.”
You smile deeper as you take the floral plants, smelling the roses and tulips while whispering,
“You remembered.”
“You’re hard to forget. Every inch of who you are is implanted in me, rather either of us like it or not.”
You shake your head as you step closer to him and exhale,
“You know how to make a girl swoon.”
David was always cautious with you, always hesitant to claim that you were his. It took a good six months before he felt confident to initiate grabbing your hand in public when you both dated years ago, so you're surprised when he slips his arms around your waist, drags you closer to him.
“I know how to make you swoon. Especially when my goal is to make you my girl again.”
“Oh David, don’t you know by now it doesn’t take much.”
He watches you carefully, his hand is tighter around you before he leans down and places a kiss on your neck. It's tender, soft, and he whispers against your skin,
“A little warning; if I do end up making you mine again, I’m never letting you go.”
You’ve forgotten all words, sentences, what continent you’re on. You’ve been with a few other people since departing from David, much like he has, but he was the only man that knew how to make your breath stutter, to make your underwear pool with desire, to make you feel wholly loved and seen.
You’ve always been his.
“Hmmmm, you promise?” you whisper and he chuckles, nips at your neck that pulls out an unexpected squeak.
“I can guarantee it.”
He places one more kiss on your neck, lingers there for a second more, before pulling away and smiling down at you.
“Anyways, you should probably get those in some water. They’ll wilt if you don’t and I’m curious about the exhibit.”
The world becomes clear to you. You hear laughter, voices talking. The clinking of drinks and food trays and you shake your head, narrow your eyes at him.
“You’re playing dirty.”
“I’m getting revenge.” he says simply. His hands are still wrapped around you, claiming you, and he dips his head low enough for you to hear, to smell the cologne wafting off him, the faint smell of coffee.
He smelled like home.
“For what?”
He leans in closer, places a soft kiss on your temple,
“For giving me head on the side of the road unexpectedly six years ago. It ruined me for years.”
You feel yourself falling again, fuck why were you at this event when you both could be in bed, but the moment is lost as quick as its comes. He places one more kiss on your skin before pulling away, shifting and saying,
“Hi, you must need Y/N.”
He’s drawn you to the side with his extra clip, it digs into your hip in a familiar and nostalgic way, and you realize he must’ve come straight from work as his badge and gun are also on display.
You flicker your eyes over to who he’s addressing, Mia, who is watching you with a knowing glint in her eyes.
“Hey Mia. Sorry about running off, I was just saying hi to David. David, this is Mia. Mia - David.”
David extends his hand out, brandishes a soft smile as he says,
“Hi Mia. Pleasure to meet you.”
“Pleasure to meet you David. Not like Y/N to bring a date to these things.”
David smiles as he moves you closer to him, and you can’t help to lean in as he says,
“Must make me a pretty lucky guy.”
“You must be. So you’re a….”
“He’s a lead detective in Conyers. He’s solved a few cases and even helped the state with some.” you step in, needing to get control of yourself, the situation.
Not trying to melt into a horny, teenage girl even if that was exactly how you felt right now.
David flickers his eyes to you, curiously and Mia raises her eyebrows.
“Impressive.”
“He is.” you flit your eyes up at him and he smiles, shaking his head.
“Anyways, would you mind placing these in some water in my office. There’s two floors on this exhibit and I want to drag David to the top one before it gets really full.”
Mia is watching the way you both interact, giggles and nods,
“Oh yea. By the way Y/N I just wanted you to know you’re officially off duty. William and I can handle it from here.”
“Are you sure…” You’re not trying to fight it but you also were working and she waves her hand,
“Positive. Enjoy the night.”
She disappears into the crowd and David chuckles, looks down at you,
“So how deep have you been keeping tabs on me?”
“As much as I’ve needed to. It's my duty.”
“Hmm,” he looks out into the crowd, before looking down at you, “Want to get a drink before you show me the exhibit.”
You watch him for a second, trying to gauge him before nodding and smiling,
“Yeah, that would be great.”
_
You both grab a drink - a white wine for you and a beer for David - before you’re dragging him towards the second floor exhibit. Your goal is to work your way down; that way you both can decide if you want to stay and linger or head out for drinks and dinner.
You’re sure you know the answer.
Still, this side of David is new to you. He’s dominant, flirty, teasing in the best way. In the past, he would shield this part of him; you’d have to pull it out of him from behind the doors of your bedroom, his apartment. Now he’s happy to let you know that everything you’ve been worried about is wrong.
He still cares for you as much as you care for him.
The love that he claimed to still have was still there strongly for you.
It gives you hope.
He keeps his hand threaded through yours as you both walk through the exhibit, laughing and talking about the art pieces. When you run into colleagues at the museum, people you work with throughout the city, David is amiable, always introducing himself as you lead small talk before excusing the both of you.
He’s different in all the ways he’s the same.
“You’ve changed.” You say as you both slowly walk to another art piece, drinks discarded. David fingers tighten quickly in yours and he shakes his head, smiles.
“No I haven’t.”
“You tolerate small talk.”
He chuckles, shakes his head.
“Work has taught me how to tolerate small talk. I still fucking hate it.”
You laugh as you lean into him, smile.
“Me too.”
“Yes, except you naturally excel at putting people at ease and so they naturally want to engage with you. The only difference now is that you’ve garnered their respect too.”
You look over at him as he ingests the piece. You’re on the side of him where two moles are spaced apart, from his jawline to his neck, it reminds you of the constellations he used to chat with you about. You miss being able to kiss them tenderly, wrapped in his arms as his voice lulled you to sleep.
You were in trouble.
“Would you still like to have dinner with me?” His voice draws you back to the present and you blink a few times as he looks down at you. There’s a knowing look in his eyes and you smile as you nod,
“Yeah; I’ve just had a salad and lots of coffee for my meals.”
“That’s no good. You used to be great at feeding yourself.”
“Yeah, well….time has become my enemy nowadays.” you look away from him, off into the distance before you flicker your eyes back up.
“But I would like dinner. Especially with you.”
“I made a reservation and we have about 45 minutes to get there. Figure if we leave now, we should make it between getting there and parking.”
You watch him carefully, mindfully, before saying,
“Confident huh?”
“You typically never say no to a good meal,” he moves his eyes back to the piece, “Especially with me.”
“Cocky and confident. I like this new David.” you tease and he smiles as he drags your hand up to his mouth, placing a chaste kiss on it.
“I’m ready to go whenever you are.”
You both head out soon after that. David follows you to your office so you can grab your purse, the light jacket you brought. You’d worry about your overnight bag tomorrow; you wanted to pack as lightly as you can.
You're both greeted by Clarence as you step off the elevator to the parking garage; you introduce David who is happy to engage with the man and is grateful when he suggests a place for you both to park after he whispers to the older gentleman about where he’s taking you. He shares the parking garage with you because he wants you to be surprised for the rest of his plans, and even though you roll your eyes you can’t help the pit of excitement that it causes.
It's like falling in love all over again.
David, ever the planner, has mapped out the ride and parking perfectly. He follows you, parks near you in the garage, and meets you at your door to walk with you out of the parking unit. The night is cool, but in the way summer nights can only be, and you’re happy that when you slip your hand into his he takes it easily.
The walk is short; you’re grateful because while you loved the tan Gucci heels you treated yourself too a summer back they weren’t broken in and were actually killing you. Still, when you walk into the nice hotel that David’s led you into and follow him to a back elevator you're surprised when he tells the attendant his name.
“Where are we going?”
You need another drink, you feel nervous and David smiles as the man nods, directs you into the tight spice and swipes a card before pushing a button that you can only assume was the roof.
“Its a surprise.”
“A surprise?” you ask as the elevator doors close and David shifts to move his arm around your hips, drawing you close. You fall into him, hand falling on his chest and you ignore the muscle underneath, the warmth emanating off of him.
“Yes, a surprise.”
“This is a fancy surprise.”
“You deserve fancy. You deserve the world.”
“No I don’t.” you say softly, regretfully.
If only he knew.
He looks down at you, watches you carefully. He pushes hair from your eyes, his hand falling on your cheek as he whispers,
“Yes, you do.”
From this angle its not just your eyes that he can see. His lips tug as it drags down to your chest, back up to your eyes that you know have shifted to the fuck you eyes that you were more than likely giving him unconsciously and he smirks as he kisses your forehead.
“Tease.” he mumbles against your skin and you scoff as you slap his chest.
“I’m just existing right now wondering where you’re taking me.”
“Your eyes say otherwise.”
“.....so.”
He laughs at your response, gives you one more squeeze before placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Let me feed you first. Then I promise you can have your way with me.”
“Now who's teasing.” you groan as the elevator dings and he chuckles as he moves his hand back down to yours, intertwining them.
“Come on. You never did well on an empty stomach.”
The place he has taken you to is fancy; you’re definitely sure he’s going to drop at least one hundred dollars. You have seats on a rooftop deck, the Philadelphia nightline glimmers as your table is tucked away in a corner spot. You slide into your seat, mindful of how David pushes it in before sitting across from you and you shake your head with a large grin on your face as the waiter pours you water.
When he walks away David casually looks down at the menu and says,
“Remember to order whatever you want, baby. Dinners on me tonight.”
Whatever qualms you had about David have fully evaporated by now. Whenever you asked Sam about David, specifically about how David might feel about you, he always was nonchalant. Not in a negative way but Sam said he avoided speaking about you because he could tell it made David sad.
Your mom was no better, though she did say he asked about you often and she shared what she knew you’d be comfortable sharing.
You worried that David cared for you nostalgically, mindfully; you also heard from the few friends you still chatted with in Conyers that David dated occasionally. You didn’t want him to deny himself love of course, you dated too, but it made you insecure.
That the love that the two of you had no longer was real.
Except sitting across from him now, the truth was so obvious for the two of you.. Now you could understand why your dad always rolled his eyes and scoffed whenever you brought David up.
The love that you and David had was rare.
Even time wasn’t willing to break it apart.
David notices that you're quiet, that you haven’t responded and he looks up from the menu with knitted brows.
“You okay?”
“You know, you were going to get laid tonight regardless. You could’ve just taken me to Burger King and I would’ve been happy.”
David watches you for a beat, takes you in before shaking his head,
“I know. But like I said, you deserve to be treated well. I like being able to take you out and show you off. Always have.”
“A place like this would’ve given you hives eight years ago.”
He laughs as he grabs his water, sips.
“Yeah it would’ve. But you like places like this.”
“How do you know?”
“Your Instagram. I might have asked Sam.”
You smile as you lean into the table, exhale,
“How deep have you been keeping tabs on me, detective.”
“I’ll always keep tabs on you; it's my job.”
He reaches out for your hand as he repeats the words you used on him earlier and gives it a little squeeze. You look down at the tattoos on his fingers and can’t help the small smile that falls on your face as you ingest each syllable, what each meant to him.
Truly serendipitous, him and you.
“We’re fucked aren’t we?”
David laughs, squeezes your hand and you flicker your eyes up to him.
“Yeah, probably. But we were from the start. We’re just getting back on track.”
The unsaid words are enough for the both of you. You both get two mixed drinks, order appetizers, a rich meal, dessert. You naturally fall into the cadence of each other, David calls you baby the tipsier he becomes, his eyes boldly racking down your body the more the night moves on.
You can’t help to compliment him, tell him how proud you’ve been of him, how much you miss him. Eye fuck him whenever you get the chance too.
It's a dangerous combination.
By the time David’s walked you to your car, most of the garage is empty of cars. You barely make it to your vehicles door, turning around to tease David before his lips find yours.
You forget words, ideas, the notion of being human. Your hands hungrily dive around David’s neck, drawing him closer, dragging your nails through his hair as his tongue teases your mouth open. You both groan as he shimmies his hip into you, he’s turned on as much as you are, and you moan as he lifts you, your legs naturally wrapping around him. His hands dig into your thighs as you kiss him fiercely, sloppy and needy, and he growls as he drags his mouth lower.
“I want you Y/N…” his voice is lazy, husky and you moan as he bites your neck, kisses the skin tenderly. His hands are pushing the hem of your dress up and you sigh as he continues to assault your neck with kisses.
“Will take you here, in your car, wherever but fuck I need you.”
“David…”
Laughter suddenly echoes against the garage walls, close, and the sudden sound causes you both to pull away before you hear footsteps.
“Oh shit.” David whispers and you shift so you can unwrap yourself from him. He supports you, helping to place you down tenderly as a group of young men walk by. They clap and hoot as they spot the two of you huddled together, you hide your face in David’s shirt as he waves the men away, and you both wait for their cars to pull out of the garage before you finally pull away and look up at him.
His hair is disheveled, irises blow, mouth covered in your bold, red lipstick and puffy and you exhale as you lean back onto your door, biting your lip.
“You bring out my bad habits detective.”
David smiles as he watches you, licks his lips.
“I like your bad habits.”
“I know,” you laugh as you run your hands through your hair and look out the garage into the city. You needed to say it. You couldn’t move forward with anything else if you don’t get it off your chest. “I need to tell you something David.”
“Did I go over the line? Should I have, was this to much?” his voice drawls as his eyes shift from lust to concern and you shake your head.
“David, all I want to do is ride you into the morning sun and then sleep and eat a little and do it again. That’s not the issue.”
David gives a small smile, is amused, but the concern is still there.
“Okay.”
He watches the way you close your eyes, blow out air. You thought this would be easier.
“Okay, so, I sent you that letter because of course I wanted to connect with you but I also….I wanted, need, to tell you something.”
David watches you as you open up your eyes and look out into the night. This should be easier.
“You know, I lived in London for a while and it was great, it was. But I missed being close to family, I obviously missed you, and….well it was important that when I came to America I came back here. Specifically, to be near you.”
You shift your eyes over to him as he watches you patiently. Mindfully.
He always knew when to listen, when you needed the space to just be heard.
Its why this was so hard.
“I um….went back to London with a little souvenir last we saw each other. And now she’s almost two and um, she….she deserves and you deserve to know each other. She wants to know you.”
David isn’t shifting, has gone painfully still as you dig into your purse, pull out your phone. You exhale again, your hands shaking. You don’t know how to proceed, your hands are shaking heavily before David asks in a whisper,
“What are you saying Y/N.”
“Sam, my mom, they came to visit me two summers ago unexpectedly, maybe you remember. They never wanted to fly abroad but they did. They did because…I…fuck….I don’t know how too...”
This shouldn’t be hard but it is. You feel shame for holding on to it for so long, for not telling him the minute you had found out, fear it will push him away. That the real reason you were afraid to see him meant it would officially be the end of the fairy tale and that he would never forgive you.
Trust was a one way road. When it was broken, it is almost impossible to get back.
You’re worried that will be the case with him.
That idea threatens to shatter you in half.
Because you also couldn’t blame him.
David steps up to you, he’s quiet as he places his arms gently on your shoulders,
“What are you saying Y/N?” this time his voice is shaky and you look up at him with worry in your eyes before fumbling with your phone. The main screen reveals a hint of what you’re trying to convey, you find your photos app and find a photo easily from two days ago.
Round cheeks look back at him, one dimple digging into the right one. A large smile matches yours, with small teeth that peek out. She even has your nose. She’s beautiful; a mini version of you. She’s young, a toddler, David’s seen enough kids to gauge that she’s most likely between the age of one and three.
Except her hair is dark like his, a chestnut brown that reminds him of midnight when not in the light. There’s a lot of it, in the photo its pulled back into a ponytail that mirrors yours but smaller, and wisps fall out of it sloppily making her seem like a mini twin.
It's not her hair that gives her away though.
It's her eyes. Ocean blue orbs that mirror his own, they even sink into her face the way his does. They glimmer with happiness, and while she had his shade they are your shape perfectly.
The young girl's face is pressed to yours as you both smile into the camera. It's so obvious that you’re her mother.
It’s so obvious that he’s….
“David, this is Isla Kira Grant-Loki. She’s our daughter.”
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