The Devil's In The Details

You get ready for a night of fun at the local bar, but you didn't expect to face temptation when a certain devil hunter comes to play.

Things are starting to heat up, but it's not explicit...yet 😏

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Chapter 12: A Devil Walks Into The Bar

Take some time off…and that’s an order, Detective.

The Lieutenant’s concerned voice rings in your mind, stirring the boiling anger in your gut as you stare at the various crime scene photos pinned to a cork board. You came home a couple hours ago and immediately began to set up what you call your “investigative nook”: a corner of your living room dedicated to your current cases so that you can continue to work in the comfort of your flat.

But you haven’t been able to focus. You’ve just been staring at the grisly photos while the ever-present anger simmers beneath your skin. This isn’t the first time that Hard Ass has ordered you to take time off…but it still feels like gasoline has been thrown into the fiery pits of your temper whenever he pulls his rank on you. You know that you’re not equals anymore, and you still respect your former partner…but he can fuck right off if he thinks that fighting a few demons would shake your resolve.

You’re getting too close to seein’ those ghosts, Hot Head.

You tear your tempestuous gaze from the cork board of grisly crime scene photos to check the time on your cellphone. It’s a little past 5 o’ clock, and if you want to make it in time for some good food, strong drinks, and some dancing with your closest coworkers…you need to start getting ready. So, you step away from your investigative nook and push your buzzing anger down as you make your way to the bedroom.

Carmen always suggests a night out when you’re at your angriest, so close to tipping over the edge before exploding in a fit of rage. So, when she texted you earlier about a night at the cantina you instantly accepted. You’ve never shared your furious feelings about being benched by the Lieutenant, but she’s picked up on how much you hate it. And she never fails to suggest a get together with Graves at the cantina to unwind and work out some stream in a “more fun way” as she puts it.

And you appreciate it since Fuego del Diablo is a damn fine bar with a vast dance floor for salsa dancing. You always want to take out your anger with your fists or daggers, but when you’re at that cantina…you can take it out with a salacious swivel of your hips and the confident steps of your high heels. And if you’re lucky…with a mysterious stranger in your bed.

The image of a flirtatious smirk surrounded by a scruffy fuzz of white hair suddenly enters your mind. Your thighs clench at the thought of…you throw out that notion of spending a night with your current partner with a shake of your head as you enter your bedroom and stride straight into the adjacent bathroom.

But it’s easier said than done. Thoughts of how his lips would feel against your skin, his hands roaming your body, his tongue licking your…you shake your head again as you turn the shower on in your bathroom. Then, you get undressed and step into the hot spray with a relieved sigh, savoring the feel of hot water beating against your skin as it eases the tension in your body.