Re: Artemis’ Knight (3/?)
anonymous
July 16 2009, 03:00:34 UTC
“Good.” The young officer removed her hands from around his wrists. There was now nothing but professionalism in her voice and manner as she patted his hand. “Nice and tight, wouldn’t want you to slip those. Now why don’t you be a good boy, and hand over the prized pearl brooch, The Angel’s Tear, that you just stole.” The tone of voice and her smile might have almost been friendly had it not been for the triumphant and vindictive gleam in her eye. “Well, I would be happy to do that Art-“ “That’s Detective Kirkland to you,” she interrupted. “Ahem,” “Yes, Detective Artemis.” She glared at him, but let it slide. As I was saying, I would be happy to ‘hand’ it over as you say but as you can see…” Knight turned his cuffed hands palm up before her face. “So?” “So, it’s in my pocket and this prevents me from reaching it.” He demonstrated by moving his hands over to his right side and around back, but his hands stopped short at his side on his hip. He turned again shrugging in defeat. “Um, maybe you could get it for me.” He made a gesture with his head over his shoulder. Artemis glared, her brows crinkled in frustration. “Would it help if I said, pretty please?” Sighing, she grumbled, “Fine, but no funny business.” As she reached to grab her flashlight back out, the ever-present smile on his face grew ever so slightly. Suddenly sensing this Artemis barked, “Get those hands high in the air where I can see them mister!” She glared determinedly at him. “Yes Ma’am!” The smile broadened, but he did as he was told and raised his arms up. She spoke softer now, but no less forcefully. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about last time,” she said as she wagged the end of the flashlight in his face. Knight blew out a breath pouting. “Ah phooey, you’re no fun.” Disappointment registering in his stance.
Re: Artemis’ Knight (4/?)
anonymous
July 17 2009, 00:09:47 UTC
Nodding in satisfaction at Knight’s reaction, she surveyed him up and down. Then carefully she backs around him. Slowly she turns to face his back, her head tilted slightly to keep his hands in view. Spying a small black zippered bag at his waist, she reaches over to it. Knight called back to her just as she started to tug open the pouch, his head tilted back over his shoulder. “Um, that’s the wrong one.” “What?” “It’s not in my pouch.” “Well, where else…” He cut her off, “I told you my pants pocket.” Silence reigned for a few moments. She could sense his smug conceit and it grated on her nerves. She grumbled under her breath, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” “Fine, which one?” she hissed. “The right one.” She cringed at that. Then she steeled herself for the inevitable, muttering under her breath, ‘I don’t get paid enough for this crap.’ “Fine, whatever, don’t move.” “Of course, Detective.” Standing as far away as she could and still reach his pocket she starts to slide her hand down between the two pieces of fabric. Suddenly his back twitches spastically away from her hand. She tries once more only to have him jerk away again. She heard him muffle a giggle. “I said, don’t move!” She snapped. He straightened and went stiff as a board. Standing like that she couldn’t help but notice that he did have a rather well-muscled backside even all the way down to his . . .well you could tell he worked out his ‘gluts’ even through the cargo pants he wore. At that thought an embarrassed blush rose in her neck as she tried a third time.
“Well, I would be happy to do that Art-“
“That’s Detective Kirkland to you,” she interrupted.
“Ahem,” “Yes, Detective Artemis.”
She glared at him, but let it slide.
As I was saying, I would be happy to ‘hand’ it over as you say but as you can see…” Knight turned his cuffed hands palm up before her face.
“So?”
“So, it’s in my pocket and this prevents me from reaching it.” He demonstrated by moving his hands over to his right side and around back, but his hands stopped short at his side on his hip. He turned again shrugging in defeat. “Um, maybe you could get it for me.” He made a gesture with his head over his shoulder.
Artemis glared, her brows crinkled in frustration.
“Would it help if I said, pretty please?”
Sighing, she grumbled, “Fine, but no funny business.”
As she reached to grab her flashlight back out, the ever-present smile on his face grew ever so slightly.
Suddenly sensing this Artemis barked, “Get those hands high in the air where I can see them mister!” She glared determinedly at him.
“Yes Ma’am!” The smile broadened, but he did as he was told and raised his arms up.
She spoke softer now, but no less forcefully. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about last time,” she said as she wagged the end of the flashlight in his face.
Knight blew out a breath pouting. “Ah phooey, you’re no fun.” Disappointment registering in his stance.
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“Um, that’s the wrong one.”
“What?”
“It’s not in my pouch.”
“Well, where else…”
He cut her off, “I told you my pants pocket.”
Silence reigned for a few moments. She could sense his smug conceit and it grated on her nerves.
She grumbled under her breath, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Fine, which one?” she hissed.
“The right one.”
She cringed at that. Then she steeled herself for the inevitable, muttering under her breath, ‘I don’t get paid enough for this crap.’
“Fine, whatever, don’t move.”
“Of course, Detective.”
Standing as far away as she could and still reach his pocket she starts to slide her hand down between the two pieces of fabric. Suddenly his back twitches spastically away from her hand. She tries once more only to have him jerk away again. She heard him muffle a giggle.
“I said, don’t move!” She snapped. He straightened and went stiff as a board. Standing like that she couldn’t help but notice that he did have a rather well-muscled backside even all the way down to his . . .well you could tell he worked out his ‘gluts’ even through the cargo pants he wore. At that thought an embarrassed blush rose in her neck as she tried a third time.
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And this newest part, longer please~ I can't wait to see what happens next!
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