26In the public eye they were bitter enemies, sociopath killer vs. the world renowned detective.
During the investigation they were friends, friendly banter was thrown around (as well as a few punches and kicks), they were eerily similar in thought pattern and intellect even though they were vastly different in manner and personality.
Behind closed doors, however, positions changed drastically and none at all. In each others arms they were enemies, they were friends, and they were so much more.
Cool fingertips skirted over smoldering skin, tracing every familiar outline, every dip and curve. Backs arched into the fleeting touch, aching for more. Fingers delved into black feathery tresses as mahogany eyes rolled backward. Insatiable in their desire, mouths clashed together, lips drawing ragged breaths from the other.
They loved each other ardently and passionately until they were sated and blissfully exhausted. They lay awake in each others arms whispering stories, secrets, lies, and threats, anything to have the hours drag slower and keep them in their nighttime haven.
In the morning they slipped back into their roles as enemies and comrades, both longing for the nighttime again.
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So it's been (wince) four months since I updated...? Sorry guys, the best excuse I can give you is that life got in the way. And that's not even a good excuse. I'm not going to drop this drabble challenge though, so please bear with me, ok?
Now would it be incredibly rude to beg for a review?