Detective Diane Kit (GL, WLW)

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(POV – Lieutenant Officer Blake)

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The rain came down hard. Cool rain pouring down the gray clouds overhead, displaying no indication of resting. Pouring on and on and probably into the coming night .

But I drunk her in. The delicate lady poured in through the door like an indulging cup of creamy iced black coffee, covered in inky black clothing that clung deliciously to her rounded body and glittering grey jewellery. Her moist plump lips no doubt dreamed upon by people, paired with that icy cold glare that indicated a perfectly profound, difficult to know, but worthwhile personality. I leaned in dreamily, gulping. Hmm.

Her loud clicks continued in the dim quiet large room until they lay behind my glossy black desk, lowering herself coolly into the plush black cushion.

Thoughts of her lips purring my name quietly poured into my mind relaxingly meanwhile I burrowed, latching my lips round her large boob gently. I thought about licking her plump rounded boob more, looking into her dark orbs, gently biting her rock-hard right bud — our interlocked limbs on my bed. Her purrs growing louder...!

I quickly blinked back my unoccupied look at the intimidating, cool, mysterious, glamorous model that recently invaded our doorway, noticing my undergarments becoming quite damp. God, I could not believe my thoughts.

Then, her cold dark pools pinned down mine hypnotically – BA-BUMP! – I immediately lost my recently regained consciousness, the cold chill pouring down my body like I'd been pulled down into the dark cold icy Icyina mountain rivers. My p***y throbbed coolly into my undergarment so relentlessly I thought the room could see it. I’m not clear on how Detective Kit did it, but with one quiet look, respect was commanded.

Plus, commanding my lower half...badly.

Then my thoughts idly dipped back down into how those dark pools could pin my back down on the bed, hurriedly brushing her groaning plum lips on mine meanwhile her manicured hands roughly rummaged over my bo…

I blinked once more… In denial, I determined it was only logical to think so considering how bewitching the detective was.

‘Nice to meet you, Lieutenant Officer Blake Bora.' The individual concerned purred my name darkly, keeping that intimidating blank demeanor on her plump lips. During that time, her black holes pinned mine down like a calculating lying panther that, despite the considerable distance, promised danger.

Her beguiling gaze quickly raked down my person, inspiring a delicious quiver to run through my body — I didn't know if I had imagined it, but I thought I caught her licking her lips. I didn't know how or when I had begun to lose my mind, but I could not return a normal response, I could only nod kindly, hypnotically immobilised, ignoring my leaking problem downstairs. I panicked.

‘Hi Detective Kit! Nice to meet you, I’ve heard lots of cool things about you – That’s John our Cyber genius, and I’m Lola the homicide genius! And..!’ Lola rambled hurriedly, giddy to meet her. Like my desk had always belonged to her.

I relaxed, grateful I was no longer on the hook, and that the intimating kitty had a different body to play with or glare at. Detective Kit neared Lola and murmured ‘Likewise’, and nodded to John, who had given her a timid nod back.

I breathed in and clicked towards the huddle, ignoring the uncomfortable pooling liquid beginning to make my clothes uncomfortable, and briefed Detective Kit.

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I tried my best, but I could not stop the odd thoughts randomly popping into my mind. Graphic ones. The times the detective c****d her head in one direction, I refused to look at her neck because of the things I thought. In fact, I'm beginning to think this case could become more difficult because she was here instead of not. Or how her leg looked crossed over the other, but in my mind how…I’m thinking other things. In fact, I felt concerned.

This is unbelievable! I'm a professional...

My lips hunkered down into a grimace, dumbly glaring at the side of Detective Kit’s head like that could relieve me of my problem.

Her head turned quickly.

‘I want the warrant by Thursday morning.’ She murmured blankly to me, her eyes cold and bored.

But the only thing I could think of was how her delicate head could dip back down into my pillow gently, glistening lips parted, and her quiet orbs rolling up in the orgasm I was giv-

‘I’ll look into that.’ I nod panicked. That was in three days, I noted – not like that was what had bothered me, unfortunately. The lady nodded returning to her documents. I drew my quivering thighs together, blinking deeply and took in a long quiet breath.

I'm going to have to quickly discuss this with my therapist before then...I'm thinking overwork-related hormonal imbalance or something like that. Must be...

Our team huddled in and looked at the briefing on the sudden death of a floor-level city bank employee which sparked the debate of possible money laundering.

I mean the financial reports check out but this doesn’t…

I looked at the last messages the employee left – some sort of code.

‘We think he was caught up in some money laundering with a local gang and was washing the money for them…’ I begin lost in thought.

‘But we don’t know or how far up the chain it really goes, the bank could be in on it too.’ John helps, quietly pushing his glasses up.

‘We’ve been at the scene of the crime.’ I passed Detective Kit the photos. 'Nothing too suspicious, I’m working on hacking into his devices, but his phone records are clean.’

‘Oh my godddd. Reading his texts were particularly miserable. No game.’ Lola groaned, looking up at the ceiling.

John and I mused at Lola. A boatload of blood didn’t bother her, but reading his texts did.

Detective Kit nodded wordlessly, leaning back in her chair. I eyed her loose collar peeking up into my line of vision briefly before looking down at the documents in her manicured hands, wiping my palms on my knees.

Later, we took our notes to the moveable drawing board that Lola stood by, pointing her pen in big thrilled hurried circular motions and in rapid intervals at the leads with a dried board pen tucked behind her ear.

Hours passed.

Later, lunch was gobbled up by the team in our office, including me trying to regain my composure (because the detective had luckily gone out instead then returning later), then 5pm came and nobody moved an inch. Then the night began to creep in. Winter was coming down fast. Then it became 8pm before you could blink.

‘Dinner?’ John mentioned meekly.

He was quite the introverted one, but quietly hilarious, and obsessed with his computers.

Part of me related to that, but I on the other hand, liked to disappear more in conversations but lead quietly in work.

‘I could eat a table.’ Lola groaned, ‘…and no, I’m not going to demonstrate John.’

John remarked quietly in a shrug. ‘Then why lie?’

‘Could!’ Lola rolled her eyes.

‘More like ‘never’ because you really couldn’t in any probable timeline.’ John remarked innocently.

Lola and John began a look-off duel. He decided this was the right time to begin irritating Lola because she had loudly ruined his morning for 5 minutes.

Detective Kit regarded them. A cold, icy blank look pinned on them both. They immediately hushed up cutely like interns ready to impress their mentor. I'm a little offended, but OK.

‘You up for our welcome dinner, Detective Kit?!’ I nod laughing, breaking up the duo’s latest office battle and my brief disorientation, before looking round the room to land back on Detective Kit once more.

‘…I doubt you could though.’ One of them continued in the background.

‘Call me Diane.’ That ghostly dangerous icy curl of her lip revealed purringly. ‘And thank you for the dinner. I don't mind joining.’

I didn't know what she was thinking, but I was taking this as a threat, despite the lewd thoughts coming to mind.

But I had never beheld an individual accept an invitation so deliciously. I had to drag my mind right out of the gutter once more. I practically lived in that hole now! It was becoming increasingly tiresome honestly, but I believed it was just a passing phase – I mean, I didn't recall having ever behaved like this. Plus, I barely knew her. I had no reason to be behaving so ravenously. It could just be her intensity that I was going to get used to I reassured myself. I immediately felt much better at my logical conclusions.

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Our recently updated unit bustled out of our large basement, grabbing our purses and jackets, locking the door, and moved down the hall to the moving metal box. Lola and John carried on bickering behind us quietly, this time betting dates snowfall would hit this November.

I regarded the duo in quiet softness.

The day Lola joined the Icyina Mountain Metropolitan Police Force, she had requested to work with me after being inspired by a little university talk I hosted, and John who had begun at the same time as I, said he’d always felt comfortable under my lead and liked to be a part of my team. I grinned contentedly, touched by their kindness and inspiration.

I turned my head to look at Detective Kit, momentarily leaving behind my content glances back at Lola quietly pointing her finger in John’s direction while he rolled his eyes pretending he did not care before, of course, pointing back at her to resume bickering together in hushed notes, before they both ultimately broke into quiet laughter. Before I remembered!

'Oh my god guys!' I broke down dramatically in the hall, the duo looked up at me baffled. 'My bad, but I forgot to remind you - could you please handover the draft statement I needed this morning from the crime scene review yesterday — or do you have that on you now?!'

The duo looked back at me sheepishly, before running back down the hall promising to print it off and meet back upstairs. I blinked at them relaxedly, grateful for the homey team I'd been given. They were so cute.

I returned to just moving down in the direction of the lift instead of reviewing the last-minute mental list of things I needed to complete by tonight. But I gulped. Because it was now just Detective Kit and I. Crap.

I pushed the button, Detective Kit’s clicking heels lulled by my side. I popped in, then Detective Kit proceeded behind me.

It was refreshingly quiet inside, but just as intimidating. A low chill had jumped the moment Lola and John had left me and I begun to regret my need to be on the ball with work. But I did not regret the people I'd be helping getting this done quickly as per my responsibility.

I peeked a look at her. I regretted it. If I thought she didn't like us before, that's nothing compared to now. Her eyes had been boring into the side of my head and now into my petrified eyes.

‘How often do they do…that?’ Detective Kit purred blankly, her hands locked round her body, back leaning on the moving metal box. I gulped, looking at her lips moving. I really didn't think she could look more gorgeous, the mirror reflecting her.

I retraced the path her downturned lips paved, grinning sheepishly at the thought of my unit once more — daily, I mused to myself before blinking. ‘…Oh! That.' I breathed out contentedly. 'Don't worry, I just forgot to remind them, my bad!'

Her head c****d to the right blinking, piqued, regarding me unhurriedly, before breathing lowly. 'Hmm...' The lady rested her delicate head in the other direction before regarding me up and down quietly in the dim compartment. 'I hope you don't mind my desire to close this investigation with minimal delay... .'Lieutenant Officer

I gulped looking at her plump lips. I could barely organise my thoughts looking into her orbs — the way they glimmered glamorously like glittering city lights, like that delicate necklace round her neck, incredibly dark like the cool night, lined with black Kohl and thick lashes. Then her plump lips uttering those words so lowly I thought they were like declarations of love murmured quietly into my ears. Her look was immeasurably captivating I practically lost her previous statement.

Then the metal box dinged but she clicked out briskly, not caring to hear my response. Instead, she sat by the lobby lounge chairs and began reviewing a document indicated by the way her eyes darted along line by line quickly. Later our group stepped out into the brisk cold city and parted ways at the car park. But the bad news was that Detective Kit came by some mysterious magical carriage ride, meaning I had to be stuck in a closed moving compartment with her…Crap.

I picked out my sleek black car and guided her over, hopping in.

The moment she climbed in, her perfume quietly drifted and brushed my nose in quiet whispers. I just prayed I wouldn’t crash my baby – I blinked my eyes closed thinking of the first time I saw her at the dealership. I hoped that I could get home quickly too because I could barely reign my hormones in.