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command was District C-11. It was the most populated district, had
the largest force, those in command rose in the ranks rapidly from
that precinct, and they interviewed many for the coveted Captain’s
spot. And yet the stranger she literally stumbled across, bought
drinks for, then took back to her place for the most amazing,
passionate sex she’d ever had, was offering to abandon his post,
simply because of a drunken hook up?
    That didn’t make sense to Akia in
the least.
    Captain Nikas folded his hands
together on his desk and continued to maintain eye contact with her
in an attempt to keep the memories that were suddenly no longer
fuzzy from last night and the raw, primal mating, and to ignore the
longing within him that was apparently clouding his better
judgment, from his mind. He licked his lips before he spoke, and
Akia’s eyes snapped to his mouth then she struggled to swallow the
lump that suddenly formed in her throat from watching the
involuntary action. Never had a mouth spent so much time
worshipping her body, and she didn’t nearly get enough of it. “I
will,” he said, speaking in a low voice that caused Akia’s pupils
to dilate, “request reassignment to another precinct in order to
continue what was started last night, without alcohol this time,
and without the inadvertent comparison to a chewing the head off of
a mate praying mantis.”
    Akia’s eyes widened and mouth fell
open with a soft popping sound. She had to be hung over still, that
was the only thing she could think of, because there was no way he
just said, just offered that, to her.
    “The comparison,” he said with a
small chuckle, “was unintentional. I was trying to make a crane or
Bird of Paradise, but the only thing I could remember how to make
at that moment was the praying mantis. My apologies,” he said with
a sheepish smile; the ridges of his high cheekbones were flushed in
rose, a small dimple recessed deeply on one cheek, and his features
had somehow softened.
    Absently Akia shook her head before
she could stop herself. She wanted to rip his designer suit off and
throw him on the desk at that very moment, be damned who else saw,
and pick up where they left off earlier that morning.
    A smile filled his face before it
quickly dropped. “Very well,” he said, leaning back in his chair,
resuming the role of Captain. “Which department did you want? I
asked the others questions in order to find out which they wanted
since, in my experience, when you ask they simply blurt out
wherever I feel would be best for them or where there is
need-”
    “Homicide,” Akia
interrupted.
    He cocked an eyebrow and smirked.
“Promise of our first date or is that where you want to set roots
in C-11?”
    Akia cocked an eyebrow and smirked
in return. “Both,” she purred.
    Later that night Damian knocked on
her front door with a flower in hand, and when she opened the door
she didn’t give him a chance to say anything and pulled him inside
then ripped his dress shirt open, ruining it in the process, and
hours later they eventually made it to the bed.
    And that was how the first year of
their relationship was.
    Either he knocked on her door or
she knocked on his, and they eventually made it to the bed. After
the first few months they talked between marathon sex sessions, and
somehow, before they realized it had happened, they were in a
committed relationship. They kept up appearances at work—Akia kept
to herself and said very little of her personal life, and Damian
had a framed picture of a woman on his desk; no one knew it was his
dead roommate from college that died of ovarian cancer their junior
year—and fearing that Internal Affairs might find out about their
relationship, they went to extreme measures to keep the force and
everyone else out of it. Each still had their apartment in the city
for appearance sake, but they lived together in an industrial
warehouse turned loft space in the shipping district that the two
had