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Detective Philip ‘Flip’ Zimmerman cursed his evening to night shift for the fifth time that hour. The 4th of his 5pm - 2am stint at Colorado Springs Police Station. He would much rather be at home with a hot meal in his belly and a cold shower before falling into his bed. Where. He. should. Be.
Can you tell he’s bitter towards Chief Bridges for saddling him with this shift for the last week? Rosanne from the front desk tried to placate the harsh crease between his brows by keeping his coffee cup always filled. While he didn’t say it with words Flip was thankful for her efforts as he worked through any and all paperwork to eat away the nothingness of the night.
And gods did the night move like an old grandpa running from his prostate exam nurse. With purpose, but not getting very far.
Flip checked his watch seeing that it was now only 15 minutes later causing him to throw his pen away from his desk hitting where Ron’s head might have been if he was there suffering with him.
“Would go a lot faster too with company.” Flip muttered to himself before standing to retrieve the discarded bullpoint, chair creaking as he went. Looking around the desk proved useless so Flip resorted to checking the floor on his hands and knees. Which is the position Rosanne found him in when bringing through a call.
“Detective?” she called looking around the ‘empty’ bullpen taking a few steps further inside the door than normal trying to locate him. Which is when Flip stood up fast enough to give someone with a weaker neck whiplash, scaring the bejeezus out of the older woman.
“Yes Roseanne?”
“ what were you-? Nevermind, something just came through dispatch for you. By name.”
“By nam-? What?” Flip covered the short distance to his desk phone picking up the call.
“Zimmerman here.” His voice was every inch the law-abiding policeman he was.
“Detective we have a disturbance involving an animal attack and thought you would want to know.”
It was not thirty seconds later when Flip was driving out of the station in his car, if he was speeding along the way he didn’t care.
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The tires squealed like a swine being slaughtered as Flip braked suddenly to park, his light flashing from his dashboard illuminating the scene before him. Exiting the car with just as much haste Flip moved towards the front yard containing a wailing man holding his blood soaked arm on the floor, another man standing not too off turning the air blue with the words he was throwing at the hound and it’s owner, you, in practical nightwear one hand clutching your own upper arm with a trash bag at your slipper covered feet. The uninjured man’s profanities were broken up by the warning growls and barks of the dog.
The dog was a large Irish Setter with it’s ears at attention listening for further reason to attack, teeth bared, blood dripping from his muzzle as well never moving from between his mistress and then men, including Flip. Each step the largest man took towards the group pulled a deeper and more gutteral growl from the creature’s throat.
“What happened here?” Flip calls out. All seemed to now notice his presence now, the red and blue behind him casting shadows and a distinct silhouette. The as yet unharmed man spoke first coming to stand, and be dwarfed by, the Detective.
“Officer! Officer! We were just taking a night stroll, passing through, when this Bitch set her beast to attack us out of nowhere! It tore up my guy’s arm here then tried to get me! Bitch is crazy!”
Flip didn’t take his eyes away from you, who was no more than a decade younger than himself, as you were rubbing soothing circles against your slightly swollen upper right arm. He moved to close the distance between you when the light from your house fell over his face, you stiffened a bit at seeing him properly before you called out to your dog.
“Manish. To me.” The command was clear and Manish turned to stand at your side still growling, ready to act at any moment. Flip smiled at the good boy as he reached out towards you and tucked some of your fallen hair from your face and behind your ear where it belonged.
“What really happened...?”
The men couldn’t really make out what it was you had said but when Flip focused his eyes on them, their already smaller than average prides shriveled up further into their groins.
“Just passing by huh? He inquired with a tone of voice no one could mistake as anything other than rhetorically. “The lady sicked her dog on you just from nowhere right.”
When the still bleeding, but no longer crying, man spoke up to confirm his statements, Flip silenced any further talk by delivering a blow directly to the center of his friend’s chest that years later would be called ‘The Spartan Kick’.
Before the man had fully landed on the asphalt Flip pulled up the blood covered man by his collar until his feet could no longer touch the ground.
“Then why the hell does my girl have bruises on her arm?”
The man’s jaw opened and closed several times trying and failing to come up with a response. any response at all to explain away what had actually occurred. A wasted effort on his part as there was nothing he could say that would change Flip’s opinion that these men were the scum of the earth and lower than the dirt on his boot. Close if not equal to the Klan.
Flip didn’t say another word before hauling the men into the back of his car, locking them inside. After checking they couldn’t open the doors he was again beside you, holding you resolutely, words of comfort flowing into your ears and raining parise for Manich. He had trained his dog well. Steak would be on the menu very soon for the loyal hound.
“You’re okay Ketsl, you’re okay. Mani did so good protecting you.” He pulled away dipping to cradle your cheeks, wiping away tears with his thumb shushing you as he did before embracing you once more, being cautious of your bruising arm.
After a few beats he slowly pulled away brushing some more hair away from your shining eyes so his words were heeded completely as your brain tried to catch up with all that happened, going into a kind of shock.
“You need to go get something cold on that darlin’. There's peas in the freezer right?”
You managed to nod, arms still clinging to his own, keeping him near.
“Good you’re going to wrap them in a towel like you did for me at 4th of July and hold it to your arm to help the swelling. Lock the door behind you both and I’ll be home real quick.”
Nodding again you drew him down for another embrace before, on autopilot, walking back into your shared home, Mani following at your heels after a well deserved pat and scratch from his other human. “Good boy Mani.”
Flip waited until he heard the reliable click of the lock ahead of returning to his car.
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Although he was happy to have good cause to return home to his girl, Flip just wished it was under better circumstances. Instead he was stuck in his police cruiser with the two dirtbags that harassed his girl and Manish. He would’ve done a lot worse to them had he not been an officer of the law.
After dropping them off at the station and processing them, he turned in for the night, citing personal reasons as to why he left early. No one questioned him, knowing you don’t mess with a cop's family.
He tapped his fingers anxiously on the wheel of his truck as he made his way back to your home, biting his lip in worry at how you’d be. He knows you’re strong, but no matter how strong you are, nothing can ever prepare you for something like that.
You were on the couch, legs curled under you, with a bag of peas held against your arm with Manish laying on the floor soaking in the fire warming the room. You let out a sigh as Flip’s truck pulls up, the sound distinct of his arrival when not performing an emergency stop. Wiping away the few stray tears still on your cheeks, you sit up to turn around and greet him as the door opened.
Flip immediately spotted your pink cheeks and glazed eyes. His heart broke in that moment as he locked the door, coming over to you and kneeling in front of you on the floor.
“Oh ketsl” he murmurs as he wipes the last stray tears from your cheek. You let out a shaky breath as you nuzzle into his touch, laying down the peas to hold one of his wrists with the same care and softness he now held your face with.
“How’s the arm looking? Do you mind if I...?” He asks as he gently moves to remove the peas and towel from your arm. You nod your head as he gingerly removes the makeshift ice pack, noticing the swelling has gone down considerably and the bruising was only small.
“Hey” he turns your head gently to face him, leaning forward to gently leave a kiss on your soft lips. Flip could sense how much comfort you were needing, and you melted at his touch as you kissed him back gently. Flip always knew how to make you feel better and centre you back when you were feeling overwhelmed or inundated by lifes worries.
“How’s about I run you a bath, hmmm? We can relax together” He murmurs against your lips. The way his voice drops like that has you feeling a certain way. Slowly, the thoughts of the evening started to slip away as you feel yourself wrap around him to bring him closer to you. Flip knew in that moment exactly what you needed. He needed to remind you what the touch of a real man felt like. The touch from your man. Your man that couldn’t wait to marry you, the box he had at the back of his drawer burning in his mind at the thought.
He stands up from his knelt position, gently picking you up into his arms. You wrap your legs around his middle as he carries you through to your bedroom, not breaking the kiss as he moves.
He’s mindful of your arm as he gently lies you down on your bed, looking down at you, noticing your pupils blown up in lust.
As you look up at him, you can see the love in his eyes, his features soft as he takes you in.
“My ketsl, so perfect, so brave” he leans down, hovering above you as he gently kisses you. You feel your heart sore and your core ignite as you listen to his praise, feeling his tongue slip into your mouth to deepen the kiss.
It was rare Flip was ever this gentle, and as much as usually you would love the rough, passionate, claiming sex, this tender side was making you swoon.
He moves his kisses down your neck, knowing that sweet spot that sets you off. You close your eyes at the feeling, letting out a little gasp.
“Fuck darlin’” he murmurs against your skin, gently sucking a mark into your neck. He was wanting the only marks that were on your body to be from him, and only him.
You moan out quietly when you feel his hands play with the hem of your pyjama top, breaking the kiss to sit up and throw the top off to the far side of the room. Flip has to contain himself when he takes in your figure, your nipples hard as the cool air hits them.
Flip turns his attention to your nipples, wanting to worship every inch and curve of your body. He wanted you to feel like the most important thing in the world, because you were in fact, his entire world.
“Ketsl...” he murmurs as he gently bites your nipple. You let out a moan as you arch your back off the bed. “Nu-uh” he smirks, gently holding your hips down. “Let me worship you, let me take my time with you”.
His kisses continue their way down your body, murmuring praise against your skin about the things that made you perfect to him. How beautiful you are. How he melts each night he comes home and the smell of your cooking fills more than just his nose. How you have total control over the dog he trained but you command.How you make everything in his life fit together like the missing piece of his puzzle. How he loves you. Over and over new praises tumbled from his lips with no exaggeration or lie. When he reaches the apex of your thighs, his words stop as he, gently, pulls your pyjama shorts down, revealing your glistening cunt.
“Fuck ketsl” he groans as he leaves a chaste kiss on your folds, making you squirm on the bed. “I have to have you darlin’...” he says as he strips off his flannel and undershirt.
You sit up as your hands reach for his belt. “Let me baby” you whisper quietly as you pull his belt through and unbutton his jeans. He gently guides you back down on the bed, one of his paws supporting your neck as you both descended.
“This is all for you, my brave beautiful girl” he says as he drops his jeans and boxers, revealing his thick hard cock. You swear your mouth starts watering as you notice the thick bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip.
As he leans over you and brushes the tip through your folds, he looks down at you to make sure you’re okay. You swear your heart stopped when you looked up into his eyes as you gave a gentle nod of your head, whispering “Please baby, I need you”.
That’s all Flip needed to hear as he slowly eased himself in, revelling in the sounds you're making as he fills you up. You will never get over the way Flip makes you feel so full.
Rather than the furious pounding you’re used to, Flip starts slowly and deeply thrusting, his cock running against your walls so perfectly and effortlessly, like you were made for him.
Flip takes the time to watch you as you take his cock, occasionally glancing down to watch how it disappears into your tight little hole, causing him to moan.
“My good girl,” he murmurs as he starts to pick up the pace, leaning down to kiss you again. His kiss matches the pace of his hips as he deeply kisses you, making you gasp when his lips first make contact.
It was all becoming too much, the sensation of his cock, the feeling of his lips, the praise he was murmuring against them, was pushing you close. You break the kiss to moan out loud, letting him know how close you were.
“That’s it ketsl, I want to see your pretty face, fuck...” Flip can feel his own release coming as he picks up the pace a little more, knowing how much you like it. You open your eyes to see his flushed cheeks, lips apart and that damn stray hair of his that you love is bouncing in time with your thrusts.
It was when you felt his thick thumb rub circles on your clit that you knew you were a goner. “F-Flip I...” you moan out. You couldn’t say more as you felt your orgasm crash over you, a loud growl coming from Flip as he keeps thrusting deep.
“That’s it’s darlin’, fuck sweetheart” he grunts as you feel rope after rope of hot cum fill you up.
As you both came down from your highs, Flip collapsed beside you and pulled you onto his chest, kissing into your hair.
When both of your breathings had evened out somewhat, Flip brushed his fingers against your flushed cheek and asked…
“Now how’s about that bath I mentioned earlier?”
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