Detective Diane Kit (GL, WLW)

III

(POV — Lieutenant Officer Blake: the car ride)

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I regretted it. The rain poured down in delicate billion little droplets melting the icy grounds. I hoped I could have had better discretion by requesting Lola or John drive her. But no. But — yeah, it could be interpreted as irresponsible for the leader to dump the thought-provoking Detective Kit to be their ghoulish companion…

I blinked quietly, observing the mountainous glittering city driving by. But my little kitty was drowning out here. I blinked once more driving the car, ignoring how drenched I had become 10 mins into the drive being this close in proximity. I didn't know the perfume name but it undoubtedly promoted my mind in becoming more cloudy unfortunately. But I liked it. Perhaps the bottle was called 'Pheremone Ocean.' The dim car didn't help though. I gulped, gripping the piloting contraption with clammy hands.

My thoughts quickly dipped back into her once more. The delirious thought of quickly parking in an unoccupied quiet carpark, Detective Kit bringing her cool manicured hand up my relaxed bare thigh in the dim car, her coming up behind my neck quickly, her lips quietly connecting with it, came to mind. Her gently purring in my hair, the thrilling curl of her lip, her cool breath rubbing on my body. I quivered lightly. Then the idea of her lowering her head, hurriedly circling her plump lips round my boob made me grip the driving wheel, breathing deeply. Then placing her index on my garment-covered core...

God how I became more damp I didn't know, but I could only think of humping those d*mned hormones out of my quivering p***y — quick, but my pillowy bed was hours out of here. I only had my cool black car interior to keep me company but a moody detective next door blocking that badly needed relief. But the thought of her looking at me coming, my bare hips bucking on the cloth, my boobs dancing into the other uncontrollably, my lips pouting and groaning breathlessly, caused my n*****s become little rocks. I bit my lip daydreaming, thinking back to how much I needed to come right now, my little kitty pooling in my come. The dinner could be rain-checked right...Or maybe Lola or John could pick Detective Kit from here because I don't know...

I doubt they would complain considering how they both looked so in love with her during introductions…uhuh, I got to get them to drive her next time!...

I glanced at Detective Kit whose black pools were boring holes into her phone blankly. No doubt pouring over documents. A habit I’d begun to pick up on her since lunch.

‘Care to divulge, Lieutenant Officer Blake?’ The quiet lady purred, before looking up at me with a probing jet-black brow before gradually returning into that dangerous cold curled down lip.

THUMP! Both my p***y and heart lurched — I literally could’ve lost control of the car! The lady was a risk to have in your car. Not to mention it looked like the detective probably had it out for us due to potentially being dragged into this case. I frowned, thinking I'd need to clear things up with the prickly icicle perched by the right.

I immediately looked back at the road. I could get pulled over for reckless driving and I’m not drunk!

How…

I blinked, drawing my jittering knees together tightly. ‘Uh no, just wondering what you’re thinking on this cool case, Detective Kit.’

I could see her briefly glance down at my legs. I was wearing my blue pencil skirt, my black jumper, paired with black heels. I imagined her hand currently perched neatly on her lap on mine instead, gently touching my lap whilst looking up into my eyes. Those inky-black nails gently digging into my thigh.

‘Hmm...quite like a cold case unfortunately...’ She purred, breaking into my daydream — my heart lurched, ‘…but I think it’ll snow tonight. So you might like to pair in some tights because I don't feel like catching a cold.’

D*mn... But did Detective Kit just comment on my clothing because I looked cold! Perhaps she's not so cold...Hmm, no — I doubt that.

I looked at her briefly, her hooded eyes blinked up coldly into mine, before retreating down to her phone while her other hand held her head, leaning her arm daintily on the drenched window. I breathed in hollowly, gripping the steering wheel.

‘I guess I’ll let Lola and John know,’ I murmur, laughing a little breathlessly, brushing off the intensity of being peered down by a cat-like individual playing with their latest prey.

I realised I got to hang in there until I could meet up with the others. But I don’t think I could handle her looking in my general direction not 1 minute longer.

Randomly, I began to remember how long it'd been since I’d been in a relationship.

Hmm…I’m 30, but now I’m reduced down to behaving like those hormonal teenagers…Ugh. Humbling.

My thoughts began to go places like pondering if I’d like to be in a relationship with Detective Kit. More so if I’d like to spend the night with her. I pressed my lips together hoping my thoughts would shrivel up and die by the time I got to bed.

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Then the gentle onpour of pillowy clouds began. My mouth morphing into an o regarding the miraculous cloudy blankets covering buildings, roads, and mountains. Detetcive Kit did nothing. Instead, the lady concentrated on reading her documents. Only, the once thin icy blanket kept building.

'Hmm...'' Detective Kit purred in the dim car quietly. I glanced at her briefly.

'Pull over there.' The quiet lady instructed. I quirked my brow but did it, noting the map on her phone.

‘Here.’ I breathed in relief to which Detective Kit nodded dismissively reading over more documents.

Thank god! I need a break! You don't know how much I was barely keeping it together!

'Drive back to the police station.' Detective Kit commanded.

I looked at her quietly but decided not to push her. Perhaps she forgot her purse...unlikely though.

Then, before I pulled back onto the road once more, I made a quick text to the group chat that I was making a quick stop by the police station, and drove back in the opposite direction...