Sly Cooper [Set Gamma] Neyla/Carmelita
'Dance' was my first (although it was revised about a million times!); 'Hurricane' my last.
Fandom: Sly Cooper
Pairing: Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox and Constable Neyla
Theme set: Gamma
Rating: PG-13 for femmslash, occasional suggestive-ness, and references to canon character death
Spoilers: Major for Band of Thieves, minor for the ending of Honour Among Thieves.
(Hmm, for some reason, whenever I read this, all I can hear is Carmelita's Sly3!French accent.)
49-50 are connected as some sort of ending to this, and the Sly/Carmelita relationship is hinted.
#01 - Ring:
The spiralling rings of the ray invaded her eyesight, making it near impossible to know what was going on around her, all she knew was that The Contessa was talking to her... and she was yelling back; another string of insults and Carmelita's mouth suddenly tasted sour -- shackled down and feeling incredibly vulnerable -- she could only think, oh, Neyla would loved to have seen her like this.
#02 - Hero:
Arresting Rajan and 'exposing' Carmelita had left Neyla somewhat of a hero among those at Interpol... but, for some reason, such a victory never once felt sweet... not when she had the desire to turn around and rub it in her old partner's face.
#03 - Memory:
When it came to them, everything was about the here and now; they never bothered to remember the why.
#04 - Box:
Carmelita protested: "don't think this means I like you or anything!" but Neyla simply smirked, examining the box -- as well as the vixen's growing blush -- in amusement.
#05 - Run:
When first introductions came around: Carmelita pulled out her shock pistol and shot a single sparkling bullet at the fleeing Neyla, who had flicked a whip at her legs only seconds before.
#06 - Hurricane:
Neyla smirked in her advancements and Carmelita could feel her stomach twisting -- it almost felt like excitement and anticipation, but she hated to admit anything of the sort; the feeling picked up speed, cutting her like a hurricane from the inside, as the tigress leaned over her chair, daring to venture further when the vixen was positive she already knew it would only piss her off: "So, what do you do for fun around here, Inspector?"
#07 - Wings:
Clock-la soared high overhead on glistering wings while Carmelita threw orders for Sly Cooper to hurry with the cannon, seething at the metal bird as it dipped down to face them - ("HA, this'll teach her to mess with MY heart!")
#08 - Cold:
"I'm cold!" had been Carmelita's protest - short, sharp, venomous even to an extent - while Neyla looked up, twirling a pen between her claws and tugging at her clothes with a raised eyebrow, as if reminding the other woman that all she was wearing was a pair of short brown shorts and a small blue sports bra, "What, is that suppose to mean anything to me?"
#09 - Red:
Crimson dribbled from Carmelita's bottom lip -- and maybe it had been a trick of the light, maybe she was wrong in thinking that there was a flash of concern in Neyla's eyes, just before that whip came down to release clouds of billowing blue smoke around them.
#10 - Drink:
She'd made her first move one particularly uneventful morning; gruff and forceful, taking advantage of Carmelita's groggy demeanour, Neyla had kissed her, drinking up the taste of coffee and breakfast's green apples; herself leaving just a hint of cinnamon sprinkled cappuccino.
#11 - Midnight:
Midnight stuck, and Carmelita felt annoyed that she was on duty patrolling the streets of Paris rather than being safely tucked away in her bed; opinions changed when her partner-for-the-night shoved her up against a nearby wall, dancing fingertips and feisty lips suddenly the only things worth concentrating on.
#12 - Temptation:
Canadian snow crunched beneath her feet and Carmelita was suddenly face to face with Neyla - "you traitor," - she hissed, fumbling for her shock pistol as the temptation to tear the other woman apart limb from limb grew; maybe it wasn't the best way to redeem herself, but damn well if she was going to miss a chance like this.
#13 - View:
Sly held the binocucom to his eyes, snickering to himself, ignoring Bentley’s protests of "Shouldn't we respect their privacy, Sly?", and staring into one particular Interpol office as a fox and a tiger enjoyed a little too much of each other.
#14 - Music:
Neyla argued that music helped her concentrate more on her work; Carmelita agreed, claiming she didn't.
#15 - Silk:
Their hands brush as an Interpol file is passed between them, the silky orangey-red fur daring to tease Neyla's fingertips.
#16 - Cover:
"You're obsessed!" was the yell as, fingers clutching desperately at the red cloth wrapped around her head, Neyla propelled herself over the edge and onto the next roof; their conversation was read increasingly out of context by those in the houses below as Carmelita ran after her, calling to the retreating tigress with a laughing tone, "Come’ on, Neyla, all you have to do is take it off!"
#17 - Promise:
Carmelita could feel the tug of her eyelids -- there's a message on your desk, there's a message on your desk! -- as Neyla slipped a small note into the jumble of her paperwork; not until the other woman had turned away did she retrieve it from the depths of her files, and, squinting, she noticed a word - scribbled simply across the top: Date?
#18 - Dream:
Carmelita frowned: "uh, you're not dead?" she asked with eyes unwillingly wandering, because Neyla was naked and she was supposed to mind that she was naked - "don't be stupid, of 'course I am... this is just a dream..." bathed in a dark glow, intensifying as the tigress smiled with snark (she looked a lot sexier than Carmelita remembered her to be) the subject changed with a sideways stride, "so, what, you changed you're accent?"
#19 - Candle:
"Arrgh, the power is on the fritz again," Carmelita grumbled, "You mind grabbing us a candle, Neyla?" and the tigress, amused, couldn't help but note: that was probably the most humane thing either of them had ever said to the other.
#20 - Talent:
Carmelita had always thought Neyla's main talent was her speed; now she knew better -- manipulation was definitely her strong point.
#21 - Silence:
"Shut up, Neyla!" and there was a hiss before the tigress grabbed her, claws digging into the sleeves of her jacket, "no, you shut up," as she kissed her with vigor and malice; Carmelita fell back - breathless, witless, speechless - and Neyla left her, purring in satisfaction.
#22 - Journey:
Her feet ached and her fingers felt numb around the signature whip as she trudged through the thick forest branches; Neyla kept tight-lipped about the matter, however -- only because Carmelita wasn't complaining yet.
#23 - Fire:
Their relationship was fuelled by fire: scorching arguments, flaring tempers, the distinctive burning sensation that had then coming together time and time again; until, finally, the flame burned out, and all that was left were flickering memories, a constant reminder to the she-fox of what she wasn't supposed to miss.
#24 - Strength:
They'd try to push each other down, but it soon became all too clear that neither Carmelita nor Neyla was willing to lose the battle for dominance.
#25 - Mask:
The mask Neyla had worn during her time at Interpol had been incredibly deceiving; double-crossing those who dared to trust her as if it were just the way the world worked; but, Carmelita held onto ponderings, it couldn't have ALL been her mask... could it?
#26 - Ice:
She would have stood strong in believing they would never happen unless hell froze over, but then they were happening and hell couldn't have been hotter.
#27 - Fall:
It was during the fall that she hoped someone (why did Carmelita always come to mind?) would catch her, to save her from consuming hate, to save her from inevitable death -- but... she had lied so many times and stabbed so many backs... it was all just wishful thinking.
#28 - Forgotten:
Carmelita laughed bitterly -- why was she the one left thinking about Neyla when everybody else had already forgotten her?
#29 - Dance:
What had begun as a mumble of words in order to distract herself from the 'Cooper' file, "you're a pretty good dancer..." suddenly had Carmelita up on her feet, Neyla in the lead of their spicy three-step motions, weaving artistically through a mass of desks and chairs.
#30 - Body:
Obsessively, Neyla glided dancing claws from shoulders to hips, dipping and climbing the contours of Carmelita's body -- until, of course, the vixen woke up and asked her what the hell she was doing.
#31 - Sacred:
Her foot dug into the dirt as she readied herself; one hand clutched onto the Interpol badge around her neck while the other secretly hovered over her heart: "was nothing ever sacred to you, Neyla!?"
#32 - Farewells:
Clutching the edge of the doorframe, pushing it out of the way with claws still wrapped around the doorknob, Neyla turned back, "I suppose I'll see you later," and it's as Carmelita grumbles -- waving her off with the small detail of not wearing any gloves -- that the tigress grills herself for expecting anything more.
#33 - World:
"You ever wanted the world?" was Neyla's question as she leaned over the desk, purple-furred fingers running through Carmelita's blue locks, and the fox twitched; there was something hidden within the tigress' next words, "because I'm sure it wouldn't take much for me to get it for you..."
#34 - Formal:
"Hn, you look horrible," Carmelita said, applying the last of her lipstick in preparation for Rajan's Ball; the clink of a dangling earring being fastened and the reflection in the mirror alerted her to the amused glare that Neyla gave her, accompanied with a smirk, "So do you."
#35 - Fever:
She'd cough and then she'd kiss her, all with the excuse: "don't think I'll be fighting this fever alone!"
#36 - Laugh:
"Why don't you just grow up, Neyla--" Carmelita snarled, "--there's nothing wrong with my hair!"
#37 - Lies:
They lied to each other frequently, and it was never expected for either of them to tell the truth -- perhaps that was one of the strange quirks that actually made their relationship work.
#38 - Forever:
"It's not going to last forever... I don't want it to last forever!" they'd tell themselves, just when everything seemed all the more intense and keeping a (their-definition-of-a) level head seemed all the more harder.
#39 - Overwhelmed:
Overwhelmed by clusters of enemies, blinded by flashlights, and barely able to move an inch thanks to this damn alleyway, they're pressed together, back to back, taunting each other with a challenge and a nod -- ("think you can trust me?")("you'd be surprised...")
#40 - Whisper:
The action continues to flow -- impact avoided with woven twirls -- imprints of claws left along the pavement with every pounce -- one more guard falls as they cross paths; an "I love you," is whispered between them, almost to a mocking point, because there's comfort in knowing the other doesn't really mean it.
#41 - Wait:
Neyla licked her lips, lying back in her chair as Carmelita continued with things as if they hadn't just made out, although just a little more clumsily than usual - and while it didn't seem like much would come of it just yet... the tigress smiled smugly... she could wait.
#42 - Talk:
"I don't like the sound of your voice," Carmelita said sharply, and Neyla chuckled deviously: "I have better things to do with my time."
#43 - Search:
When Neyla made her entrance, the entire office had been dishevelled - papers spread over desks, draws emptied onto the floor, and a panting Carmelita Montoya Fox in the middle of it all --- the tigress raised an eyebrow, "what were you looking for?" --- and while the Inspector had in fact been searching for evidence of Neyla's foul play within Interpol... Carmelita stood, straightened herself up, and pushed past the confused Constable: "Hmph... this place is a mess."
#44 - Hope:
Carmelita had always been positive - she hated Neyla; so why, when they couldn't find any trace of the tigress within the wreckage of Clockwerk's metal body parts, did she have that small lingering part of her that (wished?)(hoped?) Neyla would one day just be there again.
#45 - Eclipse:
"Saw the way you were looking at Sly Cooper today, and you thought I wouldn't notice! - you like him," tugging at the back of her mind, Neyla felt as if she had only said it to eclipse her own feelings towards the fox (but that was impossible because that would mean...), "Yeah, well," she dropped to a mutter, feeling her voice begin to break, "maybe I like him too."
#46 - Gravity:
It was funny, but Carmelita would grab Neyla's hand and then she'd suddenly be able to jump just that little bit higher.
#47 - Highway:
They hate each other because they're just so similar -- even their philosophy is the same -- "It's either my way or the highway!"
#48 - Unknown:
Arpeggio rolled cautiously up to his protégé, daring to venture into the unknown of Neyla's relationships at Interpol; one in particular had caught his interest... "So, would you care to tell me about this 'Carmelita'?" he began, and the tigress tensed, "you seem to have been quite fond of her."
#49 - Lock:
A lock of the lips, sensational and out-of-this-world, Neyla smiled against Carmelita's mouth... like she was playing some sort of game... but before anything more could happen, (strange how desperate she wanted something more to happen), Carmelita awoke, sweating, in turn wetting her pillow, and suddenly remembering she wasn't alone: Sly Cooper snored deeply into the mattress.
#50 - Breathe:
All it had been was a memory disguised as a dream, and Carmelita had to learn to breathe again, slow and steady; her fingertips clenched at the blankets, Sly shifted slightly from beside her, and - in one final claim of her sanity - "...he looks cute when he sleeps."
Fandom: Sly Cooper
Pairing: Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox and Constable Neyla
Theme set: Gamma
Rating: PG-13 for femmslash, occasional suggestive-ness, and references to canon character death
Spoilers: Major for Band of Thieves, minor for the ending of Honour Among Thieves.
(Hmm, for some reason, whenever I read this, all I can hear is Carmelita's Sly3!French accent.)
49-50 are connected as some sort of ending to this, and the Sly/Carmelita relationship is hinted.
#01 - Ring:
The spiralling rings of the ray invaded her eyesight, making it near impossible to know what was going on around her, all she knew was that The Contessa was talking to her... and she was yelling back; another string of insults and Carmelita's mouth suddenly tasted sour -- shackled down and feeling incredibly vulnerable -- she could only think, oh, Neyla would loved to have seen her like this.
#02 - Hero:
Arresting Rajan and 'exposing' Carmelita had left Neyla somewhat of a hero among those at Interpol... but, for some reason, such a victory never once felt sweet... not when she had the desire to turn around and rub it in her old partner's face.
#03 - Memory:
When it came to them, everything was about the here and now; they never bothered to remember the why.
#04 - Box:
Carmelita protested: "don't think this means I like you or anything!" but Neyla simply smirked, examining the box -- as well as the vixen's growing blush -- in amusement.
#05 - Run:
When first introductions came around: Carmelita pulled out her shock pistol and shot a single sparkling bullet at the fleeing Neyla, who had flicked a whip at her legs only seconds before.
#06 - Hurricane:
Neyla smirked in her advancements and Carmelita could feel her stomach twisting -- it almost felt like excitement and anticipation, but she hated to admit anything of the sort; the feeling picked up speed, cutting her like a hurricane from the inside, as the tigress leaned over her chair, daring to venture further when the vixen was positive she already knew it would only piss her off: "So, what do you do for fun around here, Inspector?"
#07 - Wings:
Clock-la soared high overhead on glistering wings while Carmelita threw orders for Sly Cooper to hurry with the cannon, seething at the metal bird as it dipped down to face them - ("HA, this'll teach her to mess with MY heart!")
#08 - Cold:
"I'm cold!" had been Carmelita's protest - short, sharp, venomous even to an extent - while Neyla looked up, twirling a pen between her claws and tugging at her clothes with a raised eyebrow, as if reminding the other woman that all she was wearing was a pair of short brown shorts and a small blue sports bra, "What, is that suppose to mean anything to me?"
#09 - Red:
Crimson dribbled from Carmelita's bottom lip -- and maybe it had been a trick of the light, maybe she was wrong in thinking that there was a flash of concern in Neyla's eyes, just before that whip came down to release clouds of billowing blue smoke around them.
#10 - Drink:
She'd made her first move one particularly uneventful morning; gruff and forceful, taking advantage of Carmelita's groggy demeanour, Neyla had kissed her, drinking up the taste of coffee and breakfast's green apples; herself leaving just a hint of cinnamon sprinkled cappuccino.
#11 - Midnight:
Midnight stuck, and Carmelita felt annoyed that she was on duty patrolling the streets of Paris rather than being safely tucked away in her bed; opinions changed when her partner-for-the-night shoved her up against a nearby wall, dancing fingertips and feisty lips suddenly the only things worth concentrating on.
#12 - Temptation:
Canadian snow crunched beneath her feet and Carmelita was suddenly face to face with Neyla - "you traitor," - she hissed, fumbling for her shock pistol as the temptation to tear the other woman apart limb from limb grew; maybe it wasn't the best way to redeem herself, but damn well if she was going to miss a chance like this.
#13 - View:
Sly held the binocucom to his eyes, snickering to himself, ignoring Bentley’s protests of "Shouldn't we respect their privacy, Sly?", and staring into one particular Interpol office as a fox and a tiger enjoyed a little too much of each other.
#14 - Music:
Neyla argued that music helped her concentrate more on her work; Carmelita agreed, claiming she didn't.
#15 - Silk:
Their hands brush as an Interpol file is passed between them, the silky orangey-red fur daring to tease Neyla's fingertips.
#16 - Cover:
"You're obsessed!" was the yell as, fingers clutching desperately at the red cloth wrapped around her head, Neyla propelled herself over the edge and onto the next roof; their conversation was read increasingly out of context by those in the houses below as Carmelita ran after her, calling to the retreating tigress with a laughing tone, "Come’ on, Neyla, all you have to do is take it off!"
#17 - Promise:
Carmelita could feel the tug of her eyelids -- there's a message on your desk, there's a message on your desk! -- as Neyla slipped a small note into the jumble of her paperwork; not until the other woman had turned away did she retrieve it from the depths of her files, and, squinting, she noticed a word - scribbled simply across the top: Date?
#18 - Dream:
Carmelita frowned: "uh, you're not dead?" she asked with eyes unwillingly wandering, because Neyla was naked and she was supposed to mind that she was naked - "don't be stupid, of 'course I am... this is just a dream..." bathed in a dark glow, intensifying as the tigress smiled with snark (she looked a lot sexier than Carmelita remembered her to be) the subject changed with a sideways stride, "so, what, you changed you're accent?"
#19 - Candle:
"Arrgh, the power is on the fritz again," Carmelita grumbled, "You mind grabbing us a candle, Neyla?" and the tigress, amused, couldn't help but note: that was probably the most humane thing either of them had ever said to the other.
#20 - Talent:
Carmelita had always thought Neyla's main talent was her speed; now she knew better -- manipulation was definitely her strong point.
#21 - Silence:
"Shut up, Neyla!" and there was a hiss before the tigress grabbed her, claws digging into the sleeves of her jacket, "no, you shut up," as she kissed her with vigor and malice; Carmelita fell back - breathless, witless, speechless - and Neyla left her, purring in satisfaction.
#22 - Journey:
Her feet ached and her fingers felt numb around the signature whip as she trudged through the thick forest branches; Neyla kept tight-lipped about the matter, however -- only because Carmelita wasn't complaining yet.
#23 - Fire:
Their relationship was fuelled by fire: scorching arguments, flaring tempers, the distinctive burning sensation that had then coming together time and time again; until, finally, the flame burned out, and all that was left were flickering memories, a constant reminder to the she-fox of what she wasn't supposed to miss.
#24 - Strength:
They'd try to push each other down, but it soon became all too clear that neither Carmelita nor Neyla was willing to lose the battle for dominance.
#25 - Mask:
The mask Neyla had worn during her time at Interpol had been incredibly deceiving; double-crossing those who dared to trust her as if it were just the way the world worked; but, Carmelita held onto ponderings, it couldn't have ALL been her mask... could it?
#26 - Ice:
She would have stood strong in believing they would never happen unless hell froze over, but then they were happening and hell couldn't have been hotter.
#27 - Fall:
It was during the fall that she hoped someone (why did Carmelita always come to mind?) would catch her, to save her from consuming hate, to save her from inevitable death -- but... she had lied so many times and stabbed so many backs... it was all just wishful thinking.
#28 - Forgotten:
Carmelita laughed bitterly -- why was she the one left thinking about Neyla when everybody else had already forgotten her?
#29 - Dance:
What had begun as a mumble of words in order to distract herself from the 'Cooper' file, "you're a pretty good dancer..." suddenly had Carmelita up on her feet, Neyla in the lead of their spicy three-step motions, weaving artistically through a mass of desks and chairs.
#30 - Body:
Obsessively, Neyla glided dancing claws from shoulders to hips, dipping and climbing the contours of Carmelita's body -- until, of course, the vixen woke up and asked her what the hell she was doing.
#31 - Sacred:
Her foot dug into the dirt as she readied herself; one hand clutched onto the Interpol badge around her neck while the other secretly hovered over her heart: "was nothing ever sacred to you, Neyla!?"
#32 - Farewells:
Clutching the edge of the doorframe, pushing it out of the way with claws still wrapped around the doorknob, Neyla turned back, "I suppose I'll see you later," and it's as Carmelita grumbles -- waving her off with the small detail of not wearing any gloves -- that the tigress grills herself for expecting anything more.
#33 - World:
"You ever wanted the world?" was Neyla's question as she leaned over the desk, purple-furred fingers running through Carmelita's blue locks, and the fox twitched; there was something hidden within the tigress' next words, "because I'm sure it wouldn't take much for me to get it for you..."
#34 - Formal:
"Hn, you look horrible," Carmelita said, applying the last of her lipstick in preparation for Rajan's Ball; the clink of a dangling earring being fastened and the reflection in the mirror alerted her to the amused glare that Neyla gave her, accompanied with a smirk, "So do you."
#35 - Fever:
She'd cough and then she'd kiss her, all with the excuse: "don't think I'll be fighting this fever alone!"
#36 - Laugh:
"Why don't you just grow up, Neyla--" Carmelita snarled, "--there's nothing wrong with my hair!"
#37 - Lies:
They lied to each other frequently, and it was never expected for either of them to tell the truth -- perhaps that was one of the strange quirks that actually made their relationship work.
#38 - Forever:
"It's not going to last forever... I don't want it to last forever!" they'd tell themselves, just when everything seemed all the more intense and keeping a (their-definition-of-a) level head seemed all the more harder.
#39 - Overwhelmed:
Overwhelmed by clusters of enemies, blinded by flashlights, and barely able to move an inch thanks to this damn alleyway, they're pressed together, back to back, taunting each other with a challenge and a nod -- ("think you can trust me?")("you'd be surprised...")
#40 - Whisper:
The action continues to flow -- impact avoided with woven twirls -- imprints of claws left along the pavement with every pounce -- one more guard falls as they cross paths; an "I love you," is whispered between them, almost to a mocking point, because there's comfort in knowing the other doesn't really mean it.
#41 - Wait:
Neyla licked her lips, lying back in her chair as Carmelita continued with things as if they hadn't just made out, although just a little more clumsily than usual - and while it didn't seem like much would come of it just yet... the tigress smiled smugly... she could wait.
#42 - Talk:
"I don't like the sound of your voice," Carmelita said sharply, and Neyla chuckled deviously: "I have better things to do with my time."
#43 - Search:
When Neyla made her entrance, the entire office had been dishevelled - papers spread over desks, draws emptied onto the floor, and a panting Carmelita Montoya Fox in the middle of it all --- the tigress raised an eyebrow, "what were you looking for?" --- and while the Inspector had in fact been searching for evidence of Neyla's foul play within Interpol... Carmelita stood, straightened herself up, and pushed past the confused Constable: "Hmph... this place is a mess."
#44 - Hope:
Carmelita had always been positive - she hated Neyla; so why, when they couldn't find any trace of the tigress within the wreckage of Clockwerk's metal body parts, did she have that small lingering part of her that (wished?)(hoped?) Neyla would one day just be there again.
#45 - Eclipse:
"Saw the way you were looking at Sly Cooper today, and you thought I wouldn't notice! - you like him," tugging at the back of her mind, Neyla felt as if she had only said it to eclipse her own feelings towards the fox (but that was impossible because that would mean...), "Yeah, well," she dropped to a mutter, feeling her voice begin to break, "maybe I like him too."
#46 - Gravity:
It was funny, but Carmelita would grab Neyla's hand and then she'd suddenly be able to jump just that little bit higher.
#47 - Highway:
They hate each other because they're just so similar -- even their philosophy is the same -- "It's either my way or the highway!"
#48 - Unknown:
Arpeggio rolled cautiously up to his protégé, daring to venture into the unknown of Neyla's relationships at Interpol; one in particular had caught his interest... "So, would you care to tell me about this 'Carmelita'?" he began, and the tigress tensed, "you seem to have been quite fond of her."
#49 - Lock:
A lock of the lips, sensational and out-of-this-world, Neyla smiled against Carmelita's mouth... like she was playing some sort of game... but before anything more could happen, (strange how desperate she wanted something more to happen), Carmelita awoke, sweating, in turn wetting her pillow, and suddenly remembering she wasn't alone: Sly Cooper snored deeply into the mattress.
#50 - Breathe:
All it had been was a memory disguised as a dream, and Carmelita had to learn to breathe again, slow and steady; her fingertips clenched at the blankets, Sly shifted slightly from beside her, and - in one final claim of her sanity - "...he looks cute when he sleeps."