Thread: Caught Between [LeatrixSage x Mr Quixotic]

This shade of orange suits me? The left corner of Vals mouth twitched at that little comment. She was fairly certain he meant that she belonged behind bars, given the horridly shameful criminal that she was, but she left the comment alone until after shed finished venting her frustrations. It wasnt until he had poured her a cup of coffee and handed it across the table to her. There, that was one. It was small, but he had provided her something, given her something without her asking for it. He cared, maybe just because she was a living thing, but the why didnt matter. What mattered as that he cared, and he was already predisposed to do trivial things for her, and that could lead to bigger things. I think your value of taste comes into question if you think this shade of orange looks good on anyone, she rejoined on a long, airy sigh after a sip of the coffee. But, I appreciate the fact that you still think I look good enough to make this jumpsuit seem attractive. She gave him a little wink over her coffee cup, her antics more of a cover for her anxiety than anything else, and tried to ignore his comment about the cup of coffee being her last. He suggested a few years, she thought more along the lines of last coffee ever. It was a cheap shot, but very typical-cop to already be using the intimidation tactics. Cole suggested she wasnt the most important thing in his life which she agreed with. Curic was the most important thing. Curic was why he was here. If she hadnt had that name to throw down, the marshal never would have showed up, so that was rather obvious to everyone already. But, the jab at her wiles nicked her pride. Cole, she admonished on a little whimper, do you think for a second I ended up here by any other means than that I wanted to be here? Shaking her head, Val gave him a tisk-tisk sound as she leaned over the table to meet his encroachment into her space. He was settling strongly into cop-mode as he snagged himself another Krispy Kreme and plunged ahead with her precarious circumstances. It was interesting, though, the second she gave up physical ground he leaned forward to claim that space. His tension eased, he thought hed taken ground, held all the power, and his demands tumbled out quick and easy. . And then back to the threats. Okay, it was to her advantage that this routine was predictable, but she often wished to be surprised every once in a while. The idea that you believe I would be anyones bitch is laughable. Val smiled down into her coffee as she shifted to draw both her legs into the chair to tuck herself into a tiny ball. Her posture would single that he was winning, that he had her right where he wanted her, that she was small, fragile, easily manipulated her voice and her eyes, though confident, strong, dangerous, and not the least bit intimidated by the marshals masculine display of some kind of control over what happened next. If anything, the bull dyke would be my Bitch. Did you really think I was a bottom in your lipstick lesbian fantasies? Wait, you did make me a lipstick, didnt you? Sure, it was childish, but it was funny, and Val needed a good laugh and she did laugh, at the expression that flitted across his features for a split second. Did he just imagine her going all dominatrix on some hapless other woman? Well, shit now Im thinking about it. Thats rather hot, actually, I need to try that. In the interest of being honest, she went on with a sigh, I am more worried about the effort and anxiety involved in constantly looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life. While I am certain I can defend myself for a decade or so, eventually Ill get tired, or make a mistake, and I dont want to live that way if I dont have to. But, lets establish the fact that I will and can live that way if I have no other choice. She paused to organize her thoughts, she couldnt be too willing here, hed get all suspicious and uneasy if she didnt put up a struggle. However, Val didnt lie. She was as good with a knife as she was with a safe, and she could keep herself alive if she had to, but it would be a life of neat death experiences until death finally won out. That was not her idea of fun. Taking a deep breath, Val settled in a gentler tone of voice, Audio recordings, and I will testify if and only if you can guarantee I live to see the trial, and you all get to foot the bill for my relocation and protection after the trail as well. You will not allow me to become another dead body that shows up after the high-profile trail is finished and you got your man. In return from my testimony, I dont want good words, I want my freedom. No probation, not ankle bracelets, no random check-ins. I volunteered, and you arent going to punish me for it. If you ever catch me on your own, then and only then can you punish me, Cole. Vals lips twitched again, realizing what she said after it was already past her lips. The Marshal was not by any means an unattractive man, and the notion of him chasing her down to punish her for being a naughty girl was just too amusing to ignore. What would U.S. Marshal, Cole Whittaker, considered an appropriate punishment, I wonder? Viktor on a platter I can and will give you, Val snipped at him after taking a long pull of coffee to keep her wayward thoughts from showing through. But if you want the world from me, then you are going to give the world back to me when our relationship has concluded, Cole.