MaliaFrom the moment those words left his mouth I knew he was lying, I had seen his face as clear as day, at least as clear as I could in the dark in that drunken memory, hell I made out with that damn face multiple times and that tattoo was extremely distinctive for a regular common tattoo. Why did he lie? Did he think it would be awkward or something? Did he think I was going to tell Mariah about his identity from that night? Telling my best friend that her brother was the one I slept with that night when I was drunk would not go as well as you think and besides it was one night it's not like we were going continue to sleep together again. letting out a sigh "You're right must've been somebody else, I'm sorry again for staring, it wasn't my intention" I said not wanting to say anything more. I understand his position as Captain and as a brother but I also know I don't like being lied to, had he been honest about the ordeal we could've talked about it like mature adults, and come to
Danny With everything going on yesterday I had forgotten about the dinner Mariah had unexpectedly arranged with Dawson. Mariah had hijacked my day off and was forcing me to attend a dinner in our own home, in a dining room we never use. I was so exhausted I wanted to come home and sleep all day, not spend my night chatting up with my sister and my childhood crush whom I slept with weeks ago. "Are you ready Danny? and could you please do something with your motorcycle helmet?" Mariah yelled from downstairs. She might've been younger than me but she acted like a nagging, overbearing mom. She reminded me of our mom but she wouldn't hesitate to deny it as quickly as it was said. "Yes, I'm ready, I'm coming down now" I yelled back from upstairs. Just thinking of Dawson brought up the memory of our conversation. I felt bad for lying, I'm no liar but at that moment I had no choice, and besides seeing her in action firsthand and us coincidently locking eyes with one another i was in Awe. The
Malia.I had just pulled up into the driveway of Mariah and Danny's house I was both exhausted and excited at the same time but mainly exhausted, I was only excited because I couldn't wait to see the reaction on Danny's face when he see's me. We originally had planned to meet up here at their place and we'd carpool there instead of taking two separate vehicles but on the ride over here, Mariah had intercepted me and called saying it was a change of plans and that we'd be having dinner at their house instead of going out. I was glad that she changed the plans I wasn't really up for going out in the first place, I could've stayed home and worn a basic tank top with some comfortable boxers while drinking some wine by the fireplace or just walked around naked either way I'd be home but then again I'd miss the chance of seeing his face and that would be defiantly worth it. Getting out of the car I adjusted myself and grabbed my black Shaw from the passenger's seat, I'm not too keen on wear
Danny From the moment I opened that goddamn door my thoughts had been on the main focus of her despite my dismay. First it was the dress then the secret injury she got from work she tried so hard to hide and now this. I kept my mouth shut about the incident amongst other things for the sake of my sister and not wanting to ruin the night because she wanted it to go so well but she’s gone now atleast for now and I had questions that sodmly needed answers to and I was going to get them by the end of the night if not sooner. She atleast owed me that. “Dawson” I called her name the moment I heard the front door close letting me know Mariah had officially left and it was safe to talk freely about what the hell she was doing. She didn’t respond she just got up collected the dishes that was on the table and took them to the kitchen. It seemed as if she was ignoring me but then once I followed behind her to the kitchen and realized she was in her head and wasn’t paying attention to me or the
Danny... Fuck! She got it out of me. I didn't think she'd manage to do it, I thought I'd be strong enough to resist her charms or whatever game she was playing at and I'd be able to counter-move it but goddamn it I was wrong. I was so fucking wrong, she was devious, and she was good. I had already lost the game the moment I opened the door and saw what the hell she was wearing, I had to give it to her she was a force to be reckoned with. it didn't seem like it earlier, she was different than before and I liked it. A woman who was feisty, who didn't take any shit regardless of who you were, and wouldn't hesitate to put you in your place. After seeing that side of her I had no choice but to walk away, she was being innocently feisty, and just by her words I started to get hard. It made it no better when she grabbed me, stopped me where I stood, and started demanding answers, just like I did with her. Seeing her mad and getting upset was adorably cute, she was cute. I found myself yearn
Danny I shivered as I continued walking through the streets, still trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. I was fucking freezing. How in the fuck did it just get this fucking cold? It wasn’t this damn cold when I first came out here. When I left I didn’t think to bring anything, not a jacket or anything, I just knew I had to get away from her as soon as possible and now here I am freezing my ass off like it was the fucking winter time. FUCK! What in the actual fuck was I thinking? What the fuck has gotten into me? It’s been damn near half an hour since I left and yet the events that transpired continued to play in my head on repeat. It was as if I was stuck in a loop reliving the same part over and over again. I wanted her so bad I had to get the hell out of there and take a walk or something, anything that would prevent me from going back in there and doing exactly what I've been trying so hard not to do. I wanted to hear her moan my name so loud that the entire house
Malia “Hey Pearson, Dawson nice save out there” Hendricks announced as June and I stepped out of the rig. We had just responded to a call where a wife had beat the shit out of and stabbed her husband 3 times after she had found out that her no-good of a husband had not only allowed his friend to rape their 14-year-old daughter but he also participated and got her pregnant. Once I heard that I wanted to participate in that ass-whooping that the mom had done way before we even got there but I had to remain professional. I kept the mom away and did my best to talk her into putting the knife down and not killing him so that June could start examining his wounds and prevent him from bleeding out any further. Compared to the job that I had, June had the easiest job on that call. Usually, that would be the police job but just like the last few calls we got there before they did, by the time they got there we were already wheeling the victim out to the rig. I completely understood where the
Danny I petted Duke once more before straightening myself up and calling out to her. "Dawson wait" I called out. I couldn't let her leave at least not without talking to her first. I wasn't sure if she didn't hear me or was just ignoring me altogether seeing as she kept walking. "Malia, please wait" I called out but this time she stopped, if she didn't hear me before she definitely did now. This was the first time I'd called her by her first name since I found out that we'd be working together. just the sound of me saying her name made me feel warm inside, it felt right and fit perfectly and matched who she is. Hearing her name, and saying her name felt right, it felt better but I had to keep calling her by her last name, I had to keep things professional even if that meant calling her by her name outside of work. it was one way to ensure that our relationship was nothing but work-related, if I thought anything otherwise I’m not sure what exactly would happen but it would have me qu