RP LOG with nychandcuffs | Surprise!

[lovesguinness]

Virginia Stewart was starting to more than understand why a cop's significant other went crazy. Or maybe it was just because she was so used to being a cop, and knowing that there was a case going on and she couldn't help was driving her crazy. Unlike Euan she'd had no entrapment that she could do to make herself feel useful. The only thing she could do was try and make it easy on Matt when he was home. There had been the bath, and the sleepy sex, and the general girlfriend things.

And now the case was over, and she was trying to come up with a Valentine's that Matt would appreciate. He'd called to say he'd be a little late after he and Ronnie had got a call about something new, and she shelved anything that would involve a dinner that would need to get re-heated. Not that it ever seemed to bother them. Kitchen sex was high up on their list of favourites despite the fact Matt had proclaimed to be relatively old fashioned and preferred the bed.

She had one of his shirts laid out, and a nice pair of lacy panties picked out - not about to make the same lingerie mistake twice. She hadn't asked for her former partner's advice this time, in fact she hadn't spoken to him at all recently and she frowned as she wondered how he was doing. A knock on the door interrupted her train of thought, and she left the bedroom to see who it was.


Somewhere a long the line, something had changed. Euan just wasn't the sort to stop and dwell on it. He took each moment of his life in his stride, and did whatever the fuck he wanted at any one time. He believed things happened for reasons, even if he didn't always like it. He would be lying if he didn't at least admit to himself that Vee deciding to up and fuck off to London had ticked something over inside him, even if it was just a vague realisation that things were about to change. He knew nothing ever stayed the same for very long anyway, so he wasn't all that surprised. He was just more convinced she was going to make a stupid move just tossing her career away like that. In fact, he still thought that. It probably wouldn't ever change, but it wasn't like they didn't already have a bevy of other things that they pulled the piss out of each other for. This was just going to be another drop in the ocean.

But change was something Euan was never afraid of. In fact, as soon as he had started to get a hint of it in the wind, he had started setting his own wheels in motion. Wheels that may or may not have kept things rolling, he really hadn't care. Just so long as he had a good grip on himself - pun intended - to deal with whatever got launched at him. It was how he always dealt with life, and it was why the only thing that had ever really shaken him over the years was his parents death. There had been no warning, no time to prepare or analyse. But now, for some strange turn of events for some, but not for Euan, he was standing on Vee's probably soon to be permanent doorstep, indulging in a cigarette as he waited for her to answer the door. A middle-aged business woman passed by on her way to her apartment up the hall and Euan winked at her, receiving a prize-winning smile in return. That was when the door finally opened and Euan drew his eyes away from perving on the woman's arse to turn to Vee with a smirk. "Hullo, love. Miss me?"

Vee stared at the Irishman for a long moment before she just reached out and whacked him on the arm. The next second she had him in a tight hug, not minding the smell of cigarettes on him. Her stomach did a tiny little flip in excitement and she just stayed hanging off him for a few minutes before she pulled back and tugged him into the apartment. "Of course I fucking missed you! What are you doing here? I thought you'd gone back to New York. Have you been fucking with me again?"

"Now why the fuck would I do something as atrocious as fuck with you, love? I'm a complete fucking angel, don't you know?" Euan offered, letting himself be dragged into the apartment. All he had was his backpack again and he dumped it on the floor once they hit the living area. "You spoke to me while I was in New York, what the fuck do you think I am, a CIA ninja? I bugged this place last time, and the mic under your bed seems to have a hitch in the line. Gotta rectify that. I went through withdrawals without the sounds of you two humping like fucking school kids."

Vee smirked. "Aw, you really did miss me," she said as she reached up to pinch his cheeks. "Aren't you sweet... And no, I don't think you're a fucking CIA ninja. I can't even frisk you to check for wires. I'm more just surprised to see you. I didn't think London was your scene. I can't believe you're back! I mean, it's good. It's great, but I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Are you okay?" She looked him over, her hands touching his sides to see if he'd wince, or react with any kind of pain. "Are you in trouble? We both know you're no fucking angel, and I still need to get you back for that feather thing."

Euan sniggered. "Not enough, trouble, love. But give me a few hours and I'll see what I can do." He dropped down onto the sofa and put his foot up on the coffee table, already making himself at home. Not that he actually had plans to stick around here this time, it was just the first place he had to come. "You could fucking frisk me, but you're just a boring old fuck now, aren't you? Monogamy," he snorted in amusement, shaking his head. He tilted his head back so he could look up at her, raising his eyebrows deviously. "Maybe I'm just a figment of your imagination. You're sitting here all on your lonesome and were so desperate to get off, you're inventing my exceptionally fucking awesome self." He adjusted himself in his jeans for emphasis with another smirk.

"In your dirty dreams, U," Vee countered with a grin. She dropped down onto the sofa beside him and braced a foot against the coffee table and arched her back as she moaned, and pushed her hand down her stomach. "I got my own well hung Irishman to keep me warm at night. I don't need to imagine you just to get off. I'm a boring old fuck now, remember? And for the record there is actually a lot to be said about monogamy. Especially when you're in the middle of trying to make dinner and then just start having sex against the fridge. Then there's the times where you feel shitty, and it's just nice to have someone there to curl up with and watch a movie. No expectations." She watched him for a moment before her expression turned serious. "So, are you really here? Here here? For good?"

Euan waved his hand dismissively. "Without the monogamy, you wouldn't be having to make the fucking dinner," he reasoned. "Or settle on fucking against the fridge. The fridge? You fucking serious? You get much fucking better leverage over the counter where you can fuck her fucking hard and fast against the laminate. It's not proper kitchen sex unless at least four things smash, either. Aw, how cute. Curl up and watch a movie. My heart's all fucking aflutter." He put a hand on his chest, sniggering at her again. "There shouldn't be expectations with any fucking piece of cock. And what makes you say for good? Jumping the gun a wee bit there, aren't you? You think I went home and had a sudden big epiphany that I can't possibly live without you?"

"Single people don't eat? I don't remember that in the rule book..." Vee stuck her tongue out at him before she smirked. "I said started fucking against the fridge. And the salad bowl was smashed as was a couple of plates, a glass, and the jar he had some pasta in. The clean up was definitely fucking worth it. We're more than familiar with how good counters are for leverage, sweet cheeks. I'm not a fucking novice, remember? I haven't forgotten how to have hot sex." Vee shook her head. "No, just wondering why you're here. What have you been up to?"

"I'm here for a job," Euan told her, raising his eyebrows at her and then contemplated the cigarette butt as he let it burn out. "Keeping the Leuitenant seat warm back home just really wasn't making me cream my jeans. See? This is what happens when you fuck off and leave me high and dry. They try to promote me to a paper shuffler." He pressed his lips together with a hint of disgust in the way his nose scrunched up. "Never been interested in climbing the ranks like that. I don't wanna be the boss of people like me, let only dealing with fucking useless arseholes like Maroney who can't fucking solve a case to save himself."

Vee shifted to wrap her arm around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to Euan's temple. "Aw, my boy's not growing up. It makes me proud! I could never handle it, either. The idea of you being a Lieutenant is just scary. In fact, it fills me with fear. I'm sorry my leaving you high and dry resulted in such a horrible turn of events." She started laugh as she looked at him. "So what's the job? Wait, wait... you're coming here to be a cop? You could, couldn't you because of that whole Irish thing."

Euan pulled his leather wallet from his pocket and flipped it open, holding up his new Detective Sergeant badge for her to see. "That I could," he he confirmed with a smirk. "I had the job before I left. I pulled a few strings when I was here, called in some favours, met with a few people. I just didn't know if I wanted it. I was keeping my options open. Did it to see if I could. When they wanted to take me off the beat when I got back home, it seemed like the decision was made for me. I figure what the fuck. I can always go back if everything falls through," he added with a shrug.

Vee let out a whistle at the sight of the badge. "Nice. Pleasure to have you back, Detective Sergeant. I can't believe you were doing all this on the sly, and I had no idea. And you were the one constantly paying me out for having a mental breakdown and coming here." She reached out to touch the badge briefly. "Now I just have to work out what the fuck I'm doing. At least if you're here, Matt won't think I'm giving up New York just for him."

"Well, you had your head up your arse," Euan joked, sticking his tongue out and wriggling it at her. "Do I look like I'm having a mental breakdown? I'm not here because I love the place, I'm here because there's an opportunity when back home, I was getting more enjoyment picking my arse hair than from work. I'm not foreign to being a copper here. I've taken all the tests, kept licences and shit up-to-date. You never know when everything can change in the blink of an eye. Like Gee's Scottish bloke. One fucking turn and he's up to his eyeballs in murder. One fucking bomb, and my parents are dead. Life fucking sucks, so you gotta do whatever the fuck you can while you can. Still hate this fucking place with a passion, but at least I don't have to contend with whining fucks telling me they need extended lunch breaks because they have diarrhoea or bitching that the evidence isn't falling into their laps." He rubbed a hand over his face. "Fuck being a fucking boss."

Vee hugged him again as she rest her head on his shoulder. "Poor widdle Euan not wiking the idea of being in charge? You should go find Gee to celebrate. They got the case all solved, so I bet she's looking for some way to let her hair down. You remember the post case highs. They're insane... Turns out it was the driver, can you fucking believe it? Matt only told me a little, but it wasn't hard to fill in the blanks. It's going to trial now. And Hunt woke up."

Euan nodded. "Oh aye, I can believe it. Figured it was that fucker. Something wasn't fucking right. A professional driver boozed and doped up while his employer is getting question for murder? Not only that, boozed up enough to crash the car. It sounded like he was purposefully trying to harm the suit. But the bloke's alright, aye? No remaining shit, no chance he's gonna be a vegetable? So, what have you been doing? Sitting at home baking scones and twiddling your nipples?"

Vee murmured her agreement as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Exactly. Whole thing reeked from start to finish. Especially when that woman proved to be telling big fat fucking lies about the friend. He's fine, well, besides the fact he was in a coma, and had his insides operated on. There was a lot of internal bleeding, but from what I heard he's just going to have a scar. He's lucky. The real lasting damage will be emotional. Can you imagine your driver framing you for murder? Fucker." She stayed frowning for a long moment before she shrugged it all off and smiled. "You'd love your very own naked woman in the kitchen, wouldn't you? No, I haven't been baking scones, or twiddling my nipples. Matt does that for me. I've been trying to chase up private work with the suit's law firm. Looking into what they do, and what angle I can take. Only it's a bit hard when the namesake's in hospital."

"Can you imagine supposedly loving someone so fucking much, you top them by slicing their throat with a fucking broken bottle?" Euan added, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "Seriously, like, the suit got off extremely fucking lucky. He could've been that corpse in the morgue. Bet his copper boyfriend is aware of that one, too. Any copper would be, we've seen it in the flesh. If he hadn't ended up in a crash and under security in hospital, he would have been the next. The fucker would have blamed the suit for making him murder the paralegal bloke, no doubt about it. It was lucky the bloke was a complete and utter stupid dipshit to do something like get behind a wheel on crack." He put a hand up and brushed his fingers roughly through his hair, stretching. He could feel the jetlag setting in already, one fucking thing he hated about international flying beyond the flight itself. "Aye, and you could always just go visit him. Ain't like you haven't got a link. The bloke's a shrewd businessman. He might actually appreciate talking a wee bit of business if he fuels on business."

"No, I really can't. I can't imagine anything that would drive me to that and calling it love. I can imagine killing someone threatening my loved ones, but not like that. Not as some sick fucking murder because someone didn't love me back... I don't get it. I will never get it. People continue to amaze me with just how fucked up they are. I was getting to the point where I was wondering if there were any good people left in the world. I'm glad the suit didn't die, and that he was under that protection... God knows what the Scot would have done." She pointed a finger at Euan as she clucked her tongue. "You're right. See? This is why I miss you."

Euan pressed his lips together and then stretched his arms up to rest them behind his head. "Woulda blamed himself, no doubt. Probably woulda bordered on tossing in his badge. You get touched by a case personally and you always, without fucking doubt, start questioning your worth as a copper. It's human nature. You figure if you can't even save the people important to you, what's the fucking point? Sounds like they'll both have soul-searching to do. Hopefully they pull it off together, pun intended. Ain't no better way to reconnect than a good orgasm. It'll make or break them," he predicted. "The event, not the orgasm. Of course I'm fucking right, I'm always right. But in all seriousness, go talk to the bloke. He probably knows you exist if the partner talks, and if he's ambitious, which he is because he's a rich bastard, he's gonna see and empathise with the fact you wanna do what you can to get a leg up here in London. You already got the leg over part on the go."

"You're so wise, no wonder you're a Detective Sergeant," Vee teased gently, but she knew that Euan really was right. It was hard not to be personally affected by cases when it involved people close to you. "At least this way he can see it didn't get the suit killed, but I think part of him will still be blaming himself. I mean, the guy was interrogating his boyfriend just before the car crash. How can that not be affecting him? He would have been thinking the suit was angry with him, or hated him. He'd be a mess. They'll definitely both have to pull it off together. Events, and orgasms." Vee bit down on her lip as she looked at the dormant television and tried to work out her plan of attack. "Wonder if he'll be getting out of the hospital soon... My leg's having a wonderful time with the over part."

Euan looked around, eyebrow raised. "Oh aye? Really looks like it," he teased, sniggering. "Is he going to burst out of a cupboard in a Superman cape anytime soon? Because if that's an aye, give me warning so I can get the fuck out of here. No, he didn't get the suit killed, but he might feel like he didn't protect him well enough. That he should have seen the signs that the guy needed protecting after that interview. The mind can play a fuck load of tricks on you when you're in a trauma. It can also make you feel isolated. They probably just need to be honest with each other. They weren't even that far into a good bonk, let alone a relationship. It was already in the probation area as it was. They would still be trying to get to know each other. You know how easy it is to let one cock get in your way and cloud your judgment. Imagine what it's like when two are involved. Isn't your Supercop mates with Gee? Get him to see about info on the suit, where he stands so you know how to approach him."

Vee started to laugh at the image of Matt popping out of a cupboard in a Superman cape, then it died down as she tilted her head and her mind created an interesting fantasy. "No, no popping out..." she answered distractedly before she blinked herself back to the present and looked at Euan. "He's got a new case, so he'll be home late. I was trying to get our Valentine's Day celebration together. I think you've got a little while yet unless you're feeling nostalgic and want to listen to us fuck. Honesty really is a good policy. Also easier said than done. There were no accidents, but me and Matt took a while to get to the talking stage. It was mostly my fault... I guess us commitment challenged folk need a smack to the head to get the D&M's under way. Mm... two cocks." Virginia was lost again for a moment. "Yes, he is. And I will. Are you going to see her?"

"Valentine's Day? Well, shit. There I was thinking that chick at the airport just wanted a piece of me. She didn't say no when I reciprocated anyway," Euan said smugly. He rested his head back against the sofa and shrugged. "Aye, I'll see her. 'Course I will. Maybe not straight away. I'm knackered. Gonna head back to the hotel and crash for awhile. I'm on the job this Friday. Gotta make the most of being a free agent. I'm working in the same CID as your cock, just a different area. Some other DS wanting to vie for a DI position, so she fucked off to Cardiff or something. Not that I give a flying fuck who was doing the job before me, just so long as they don't leave stains on the seat. What are you gonna do if he doesn't get home for celebrations?"

"Jetlag's a real bitch. Yes, the dreaded Valentine's. Just think, last year we were spending it drinking and playing strip poker. Although as I recall we didn't get too far into the stripping before it just degenerated into fucking. What are you going to do if you actually wind up with a male partner?" Vee rolled her eyes a little at the airport comment. Of course he'd found entertainment. He always did. "I'll fall asleep in my sexy panties and his shirt, and hope he wakes me up for sleepy sex."

Euan snorted with a laugh. "Or he could just forget it's Valentine's Day and pass out cold in a pool of drool like most monogamous males," he joked, giving her a soft nudge with his shoulder. "Ah aye, how could I forget? Now your knickers are off-limits. Shame. We could've reminisced with a repeat performance. I dunno, fart on him and call him bro every second sentence? Haven't ever had a bloke as a partner before. Could get interesting. Or I'll put in for a transfer." He scratched lethargically at his stomach and watched her with a smirk. "How long a grace period do I get before you start trying to hook me up with Gee?"

Vee grinned. "He does that, and I'm drawing on him with permanent marker. See, I'm not always the gracious monogamous female. Then I'll just have fun scrubbing it off him in the shower." She nudged him back and nodded. "I know, we could have but too late now. Guess you'll just have to put up with my undying friendship instead. Think you can cope with that? I think I might actually enjoy watching you with a male partner... It really would be interesting." She held her hands up before leaning forward and lifting up his shirt to blow a raspberry on his fine stomach. "I promise I won't try and hook you up. I've learned my lesson."

"And there I was thinking you turned into the perfect, submissive wife. Are you telling me you don't even bring him his slippers at night? Poor bastard," Euan teased and flicked at her hair. "Now you're just trying to give me a boner so I have to go off and wank before I can actually sleep, you fucking prick teaser. Undying friendship without the bells and whistles." He snorted. "You're lucky I'm a forgiving bloke. Hey, one day I might end up partnered with your Supercop and we'll run off into the fucking sunset and have a hot, homo love affair with lots of cock sucking and fingering." He looked at her warily and grunted a little. "I don't believe you, but at least I'm in close vicinity to get decent revenge."

"I'm no one's wife, U. Don't be getting ahead of yourself. Would you marry a romantic mess like me? I can get the sex right, and I'm starting to get the talking right, but no way am I marriage material yet. And no, no slippers. I don't think he even owns any..." Vee ruffled his hair in return, and smirked. "I'm still the one prick teaser you love, McSlutty. You wouldn't want me to cheat on the Supercop anyway. That would just make it too complicated. Better we're just each other's wanking material." Vee licked her lips as she fell back against the sofa with a sigh and stretched her legs out over Euan's. "Just so long as you remember to take lots of video of the homo love affair. Hey, I'm not even fucking going to try it, trust me. Don't need another lingerie disaster."

Euan grabbed his crotch and gave it a squeeze. "McSlutty and McFucking proud of it," he said and let his hand linger for a bit of a scratch. "Aye, fucking right. I don't want to deal with any shit like that. You wanna be a one cock chick, then you're welcome to it. I'm not gonna stop you, nor am I gonna try and fuck you. Titties abound, I'm not mourning. Maybe if we have a homo love affair, I really won't wanna share for once. You told me he has an arse of steel. If I'm going gay, I'm going gay balls deep." He smirked widely. "Oh aye? So I take it he just adored Big Bird in drag then?"

Vee rolled her eyes as she laughed. "I know, I haven't forgotten just how McFucking proud you are of it. Exactly, so stop having a fucking whine about it. You've lost some tits that belonged to one of the many partners you've fucked, so it's nothing different. You're not in short supply, so we're golden. Although if you keep talking about being balls deep in Matt, you might just have to watch me stick my hand down my pants and get myself off because that's turning me on more than it fucking should." Vee gave him a look. "He pissed himself laughing."

Euan held his hands up. "I'm so good. Who fucking wants feathers anywhere near their friggen vagina? I swear. And you believed me!" he laughed, basking in his glory for a little bit longer. "Poor bastard. He probably thought you had bloody lost it. But you deserved the whole lot. Every painful feather tip in your pink bits."

Virginia pushed her feet against his legs as she flipped him off. "I know, but that doesn't mean I have to take it graciously. I can't believe I fucking fell for it either! I really must have been fucking crazy."

"Aye, you are fucking crazy. I've been telling you that for months. Would you wanna fuck Big Bird? Seriously? What if Supercop came home dressed like Elmo? Try getting your clit to work in that scenario," Euan challenged, still laughing.

Vee started to laugh again, and stretched her hands back past her head and the arm of the sofa as she relaxed. She was never going to be able to tell Euan just how much it did mean to her that he was back. "Elmo? Fuck that. Tickling isn't a turn on for me. Besides, he's got a much sexier voice."

Euan felt the tiredness try to start to kick in again as the laughter died down a little. He reached over and gave her shirt a small tug. "I should go, leave you to getting ready for your hot night of fridge fucking. I wouldn't wanna be witness if you decide to break out the feathers again." He stretched a little and sat forward, rubbing at his eyes slowly, and tiredly.

Vee moved and swung her legs around so she was off him. She watched Euan for a moment before she rubbed his back and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Try not to fall asleep in the gutter, and actually try to make it back to your hotel. It's good to see you, you know."

Euan started feeling around in his pocket for his wallet and smokes. "I can't even remember the name of the hotel. I've got it here somewhere. Hopefully near a good pub and Chinese takeout, because I'm there til I find an apartment." He pulled himself up, rubbing at his neck and yawning. "Just mind that you can't be complaining about seeing too much of me now. You got what you wanted."

Vee got up as she moved to see him out. "Me complain? Never! I'm a precious fucking angel just like you. I'll help you find an apartment and all that. Actually, if the Scottish dude moves in the with the suit, maybe you can have his? Just get some rest, and call me in the morning, okay?"

Euan was already struggling to keep his eyes opened and he blinked slowly rubbing his fingers between his eyes to try and get them to stay open a bit longer. He was seriously going to crash out as soon as he got to that hotel room. "It feels like morning now after a long fucking night on the piss and titties. Have you even met Braveheart and Judge Judy yet?" He plucked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Try and find out of Gee's got her arse outta the paperwork yet. I'm not gonna interrupt her in a case wrap up. I know how fucking annoying that can be."

Vee took his hand to guide him to the door, and prayed like hell there was a cab nearby. If not she was going to drive him to the hotel herself, and just leave a note for Matt. He'd understand. "Well, you'll have to wait for the piss and titties once you're not about to go face down in either of them. And no, I haven't. No Braveheart or Judge Judy. I'm so glad I know who you're talking about or I'd be wondering if you were sane. I'll quiz Matt when he's back and then let you know."

Euan sniggered, but he nodded. "Wouldn't be the first time," he said, almost as if it was a badge of honour. "But if the piss and titties are fucked, what other choice does a lad have aye? You should get to talking to them, love. They're gonna practically be your family. Judge Judy might be signing your pay cheques. Make nice. The whole, you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. Gee seems to think her partner is an alright bloke, even if she thought he was borderline padded room and straight jacket material at first." He paused at the door, his wallet and smokes now in hand, and gave her a one-armed hug. "I'll catch you soon, aye. I'll leave you to raping Elmo."

"I'll keep that in mind. Matt seems to approve of the Scot. I think..." Vee nodded as she brushed a kiss against his cheek and gave him a one-armed hug in return as she patted his back. "You do that. I'll leave you to go wank in memory of last year's strip poker fest. Welcome back, U. Take care of yourself, and have lots of sweet dirty dreams." She pushed him through the doorway and stood leaning against it as she watched to make sure Euan did actually make it out onto the pavement to find a cab. She couldn't believe her best friend was back in London. Vee couldn't stop the smile that started to spread. Her two favourite men were finally in the same city for good it seemed. Now all she had to do was make sure she didn't go crazy again, and fuck things up.

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