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Tim closes the door behind him, ready to simply knock out and go to bed. It’s been a long week of work, and-
“Took you long enough.”
Nothing makes Tim jump, but he flinches when he hears the voice. He slowly turns around, and comes face to face with the owner of it.
Sava smiles cheekily at him. “What, no greeting? Rude.”
“You died two months ago,” Tim says, remembering the video of her getting into her car, which promptly exploded. “In a car explosion.” He doesn’t mention that he figured she wouldn’t go out that easily.
“Do I look dead?” Sava smirks, biting her dark red lip before crossing her legs.
Tim finds words again. “No, you look-”
“Absolutely sexy? I agree.”
Tim wants to disagree, but he really can’t. She’s in all black, as she is in the 80% of interactions they’ve had. She has a tiny black leather skirt and black stiletto heels, as well as a halter black top that looks like a scarf that just barely crosses in an X over her breasts and tie together in the back of her neck.
“See, I would’ve showed up with nothing but these heels, but I figured-”
Tim immediately interrupts her to get that image out of his head. “What are you doing here? I’m literally the police.”
“Oh, you won’t do that.” Sava uncrosses her legs and stands, her top riding up further to expose the lower parts of her breasts. She doesn’t do anything to fix it, and Tim begins to find it incredibly difficult to meet her eyes consistently.
Tim crosses his arms, taking his shoes off. He knows she won’t hurt him, so he stays where he is. “And why is that?”
“For one, you and I both know the police can’t hold me for long. Second of all…I’m leaving.”
“What? Where?” Tim is surprised; Sava wouldn’t just up and leave like this. Not when she’s had nearly a decade of success in her criminal career in LA.
Sava shrugs. “Who knows? I was thinking Australia. Or ooh, Italy.”
“Do you even speak Italian?” Tim asks, deadpan.
“Baby, I speak eight languages. Keep up.” Sava smiles at him, and Tim is reminded of just how many languages she can speak: English, Mandarin, and Cantonese, her three first languages that she learned growing up. Then Spanish and Italian, as both were similar enough for her to learn. French came easily to her as well. Then she learned Bulgarian while working in Romania for a year, and finally Tagalog.
Tim sighs, and watches as she helps herself to his wine. She pours out two glasses, drinking from one delicately. “So why are you leaving, Sava?”
Sava shrugs, swirling her wine. “LA’s big, but it’s not big enough. I have to expand somewhere, baby.”
A decade ago, Tim would’ve laughed if someone told him he’d be having a conversation with a serial killer in his kitchen, completely at ease. But a lot can change in that time. “You’re not going to get out of the US that easily. Not when you’re on multiple watch lists.”
“The name Sava Long is on multiple watch lists,” Sava corrects.
Tim doesn’t even question that; rather, he questions why he didn’t figure that out on his own. Sava’s probably not even her real name. “Jesus. So why are you here?”
“To say goodbye.” Sava finishes her wine, and wipes at the corner of her perfect lips. “It’s been a fun decade, Tim.”
“Fun is an interesting word for it.” Tim watches as Sava walks closer to him, the two of them standing on opposite ends of the kitchen island. “You nearly killed me.”
Sava laughs. “That was the idea. It’s kind of my job, baby.”
“Hitwomen kill with contracts. That’s their job. You do that, as well as whatever other murders you feel like committing,” Tim points out.
“Well. I’ve always been a little different from other bad guys, haven’t I?” Sava smiles, and runs her fingers through her hair. “How many did I allegedly kill again?”
Tim knows the number that the police counted is way lower than the actual amount, but rattles off the statistical evidence anyway. “Fourteen as hits, seven as serial kills.”
“Is it serial if they’re spontaneous?” Sava asks, smiling. She takes a step closer to Tim. “I’m serious though, Tim. We had our fun.”
“Which part was fun?” Tim asks, stepping closer.
“Ooh. Definitely jumping off the exploding boat. What was that, baby, 2016?”
Tim nods. “I was thinking club ambush, 2014.”
“You’re thinking old days,” Sava says, now close enough to Tim for him to see her eyelashes clearly. He should not want the thoughts in his head to come out now, not when he’s spent the past few years trying to suppress them. “You still always think of the past.”
“And you still never change,” Tim responds.
“Neither do you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sava grins, and Tim has a feeling he’s going to regret asking. “It means, Tim, that both of us still want what we wanted ten years ago, five years ago, yesterday, right now.”
Tim shakes his head. “That may be true for you, but not for me. You just want blood on your hands. I want justice.”
“And yet you’re not trying to arrest me,” Sava responds. “Also, I wasn’t talking about you wanting justice. I was talking about you, to this day, still wanting to fuck me.” Her tongue darts out with the word, wrapping around her top teeth and her perfect dark red lips.
Tim feels his mouth go dry. “I don’t-”
“You’re many things, baby, but you’re not a liar.”
The pet name is doing things to him. She uses it a lot, but usually only when flirting. Somehow, this feels more than flirting. “What do you want, Sava?” Tim asks. “Money?”
Sava shakes her head. “Just a goodbye gift.”
Tim almost knows the answer when he asks. “And what would that be?”
“What I want,” Sava says, stepping closer to him, close enough so their chests are touching. He can see how hard her nipples are through the thin fabric of her top, can feel them. “Is for you…” Her chin tilts up so their eyes meet, and Tim watches as the honey brown in her eyes slowly disappear as her pupils dilate. “To fuck me.” Their lips just barely brush as she speaks, and Tim knows Sava can feel his hard cock digging into her as she steps closer.
“What makes you think I’d say yes?” Tim asks, as if he isn’t horribly aware of how hard he is.
“Well. Aside from the obvious, I say the way your eyes are looking at my tits every two seconds like you want to devour them,” Sava says dryly.
Okay, so Sava’s not entirely wrong. Tim wants to say no. He wants to say no so badly, but…fuck it. It’s one night. He reaches forward for her and plants his hand on her ass, squeezing it and pulling her closer, kissing her with every bit of pent-up frustration he’s had for the past decade.
Sava laughs into his mouth. “I knew you wouldn’t say no.” She lifts her body up so her legs are wrapped around his waist. Tim’s hands roam free around her body, and he carries her into the bedroom, slamming the door behind them.
“Sava, you know I’ve dreamt about you enough times to not say no,” Tim replies, taking her clothed nipple in between his teeth softly.
“Fuck,” Sava grits out, tightening her legs around Tim’s body.
He lands on top of her on the bed as her experienced hands float around, suddenly removing everything except his boxers before Tim can blink. In response, he reaches down to remove her shoes, and slides his hands slowly up her body and wraps them around her covered breasts.
“Take it off,” Sava whispers, and Tim does, unwrapping the top from her body and immediately kissing his way around her chest before taking one of her nipples into his mouth. A sigh escapes Sava’s lips as Tim repeats the motion to her other breast, and slowly massages them while kissing her. “Tim,” she moans, as he slowly moves down her body and down where her legs are.
Tim slowly unzips her skirt and pulls it down her legs, tossing it aside. He pauses when he realizes she’s not wearing panties. “Oh, you’re a bad girl.”
“Didn’t realize,” Sava replies dryly. “It’s not like I’m on the FBI Most Wanted and Interpol’s watchlists."
“I was talking about how you’re not wearing panties.”
Sava shrugs, reaching and leading Tim’s hand up to her nipples. He pinches one, and she moans. “I am a bad, bad girl, aren’t I? Asking a police officer to fuck me.”
Tim doesn’t know if he can take it any longer, so he turns his attention back down. “I think I’m going to have to punish you, Sava.” She hums in response. “Open,” he commands, Her legs immediately spread open, and Tim is again reminded of how flexible she truly is. However, that fact is muddied by the sight of her completely dripping.
“Like what you see?” Sava asks.
“I think I’m gonna like what I taste even more,” Tim says.
Sava chuckles. “Oh, you want to eat me out.”
“I’m going to lick you dry,” Tim responds, and Sava presses her thighs together at that. “Keep it open,” Tim says, watching as she does that. He slowly licks up her thighs, and then delves straight into her, running his hands up and down her thighs as she squirms and moans.
If Tim could get drunk on something forever, it would probably be the taste of Sava. His tongue circles around her clit, teasing her until she starts begging.
Even after she comes, he keeps going, hoping to entirely destroy her.
“Please, please, fuck, baby.” Sava’s back arches with each thrust of Tim’s tongue into her, and Tim doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of her laid out all naked and wet for him.
“You love it when my tongue is inside you, baby?” Tim asks. Sava nods vehemently, and Tim smirks, deciding to get her even wetter before he starts again. “You like having my mouth on your clit, circling it when it’s swollen? Feeling my tongue all over your wet, tight, cunt?”
He enters his tongue into her, lapping up every last of the juices from her previous orgasm, and licks up his way around her walls and around her clit. He places his hands on her hipbones, near her pelvis, and massages the sensitive joints there, causing Sava to spasm and moan louder as he continues using the tip of his tongue to trace lines up to her clit, nudging it and circling it.
Tim knows it’s not enough for her, so he wraps his lips around her clit and slowly sucks, causing Sava to moan, loudly. If anything, she grows wetter, and Tim sucks at her clit again, harder, then relieves her by circling her sensitive area. He moves a hand down to his cock, fisting himself in an attempt to get him off while watching her. Sava begins to squirm more, and Tim finally picks up the pace, thrusting his tongue inside her faster and faster until she’s constantly moaning, over and over and starting to gasp out his name.
“Fuck, Tim, right there, just like that, please, please-”
Tim sucks, hard , and Sava’s back arches off the bed. He continues pressing his tongue into her clit, over and over until she can’t hold it back anymore. She comes, hard, straight into his mouth and getting him into a frenzy. “That’s a good fucking girl,” Tim praises.
Sava groans slightly with the air Tim’s breath leaves against her. “You wanna know something?” She asks, slightly breathless.
“What?”
“I touched myself before you got here.”
Tim moves back up the bed to lie down next to her and look her in the eye. “Did you leave a mess on my couch?”
“You gonna punish me if I did?” Sava pulls Tim closer to her, their lips just inches apart. Her lipstick is surprisingly still intact, albeit for a mild smudge.
“Maybe,” Tim responds, tracing his hand up her thighs and then to her ass.
Sava shifts closer to him, and leans her lips forward so they just barely touch his. “Well, I’ve been a bad girl, haven’t I?” She presses her lips to Tim’s, tugging on his lip with her teeth and causing his hands to find a tighter grip on her ass.
She slowly flips them over so she’s on top of Tim, hands roaming as she rolls her hips onto his.
“Such a bad girl,” Sava says, into Tim’s ear as she moves herself around and goes back into kissing him, her tongue tangling with his in the most desperate way.
If there’s one thing Sava always has, it’s the element of surprise. But Tim decides that he wants to try a trick up his sleeve, so he untangles his fingers from her hair, and lifts his hand. It comes down on Sava’s ass, resounding in a smack, and she gasps.
“Shit,” she grunts, rubbing herself harder on Tim.
“Oh, you liked that,” Tim comments. Sava doesn’t respond, and Tim slaps her ass again. She exhales harshly at that, and Tim smirks. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
Sava nods. “I think I like being a bad girl,” she says, her voice low.
“Only bad girls get wet when they’re spanked by a police officer,” Tim says, his free hand going up to palm her breast. Sava whines at the movement, and Tim spanks her again. “How wet are you?”
Sava moans as his hand makes contact with her ass again. “So, so wet, baby, please-”
“I can feel your tight cunt dripping all over me, Sava, just like the dirty slut you are. You’re a bad, bad, girl.” He spanks her harder, causing her to cry out.
“Please-” Sava begs, rubbing herself faster against Tim, but to no avail.
“Aw, do you want to come again?” Tim asks.
Sava nods, “Please, Tim. I want-”
“What do you want?”
Sava sits up, moving frantically on Tim’s torso until she catches on a particular ridge of his body and rubs herself on that. “I want, ah, I want to ride you.”
“Well, all you had to do was ask.” Tim lets Sava remove his boxers while he reaches for a condom, but Sava stops him. “Sava-”
“I want to feel all of you. That’s my one request,” she says. “I have an IUD, don’t worry.”
Tim doesn’t fight her; he knows it’ll be useless. “You want to feel my cock when it’s inside you?”
Sava nods, and Tim adjusts himself so she’s able to slide right onto him. She’s honestly wet enough to not need lube, but she manages to find some and she begins to position herself. “I want all of you,” she says, as she lowers herself slowly onto him, taking every inch.
Tim finds himself groaning with how tight she is, and Sava also moans with the feeling.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Sava says, as she begins to move forwards and backwards.
“You’re so-” Tim grunts out.
“Sexy? Hot? Fuckable? All of the above?” Sava responds, gasping as she finds the right spot and begins to focus on it.
Tim rolls his eyes. “I was going to say tight.”
“Only for you, baby,” Sava says, beginning to move faster. “Fuck.” She thrusts up and down now as well, and Tim can feel her clenching tighter around him.
Tim reaches to spank her again, and Sava moans, moving faster. She’s clearly close, so Tim slaps her ass again, and this time she’s able to come, all over his cock and screaming his name loud enough for him to also come.
He doesn’t have time to recover when Lucy takes him in her mouth to suck off every trace of their orgasms, and finally moves back up to lie down next to Tim.
“Fuck,” Tim mutters, as Sava throws a leg over Tim’s hip. “Sava-”
“Lucy,” she says, so softly Tim just barely catches her.
He pauses. “Who?”
Sava’s eyes meet Tim’s, her forehead sweaty and lips nearly free from lipstick. “Lucy Chen. That’s my real name.”
Tim is silent. He doesn’t know why, but the thought that Sava is a fake name never occurred to him. “Why are you telling me this?”
“I thought you should know.” Sava—Lucy says. “No one knows, anyway. Besides,” she looks up at him with her wide eyes. “No one’s going to believe you. And I’ll be someone new tomorrow.”
Tim replies by wrapping an arm around her, pulling her closer.
“What do you think would be different if we did this before? Like, two years ago,” Lucy asks.
“I’d probably take you against a wall,” Tim replies bluntly. He doesn’t mention that he’d dreamt about that multiple times; he’s pretty sure Lucy figured that out. “And it’d be a hate fuck.”
Lucy laughs. “This isn’t the last time we’re doing this, is it?”
“What makes you say that?” Tim asks, suddenly realizing how tired he is.
“Well,” Lucy says, her voice drifting slightly. “You’ll find me eventually. And when you do, this will happen again, I promise.”