Multi-Fandom One Shots

You Left (Carol Aird)

Before you had the chance to inevitably refuse, the woman invaded your space. All you could see was blonde and blue, the fabric of her coat bringing out that color in her eyes. She smelled of tobacco and some fragrant perfume and she made sure you knew it. Her fingers were warm on the back of your neck as she fiddled with your collar. "I have to head right back anyway. I just thought we both deserve a break," she stated, knowingly breathing on you. You were so odd, even compared to some of Carol's lovers, yet she saw the fear in your eyes. Carol reveled in letting another young woman bask in herself. 

"I don't even know your name," was your last resort. 

She was her own sun, in her own galaxy or else she'd blind you with her perfect teeth and glowing smile. She appreciated the soft surrender. "Carol Aird." 

Once outside, you reciprocated. "My name. It's not much, but-"

"It's lovely," Carol insisted. "Like a name of a hurricane.. Simple, withdrawn, then... best steer clear." You couldn't help but stare at Carol Aird. How odd that a stranger could make you feel elated... by just your name. Once in the cafe, Carol stood behind you in line. "If you don't know the man you were watching, do you want to?" If asked, Carol would never admit she was simply trying for your number. 

Your eyes found a floor corner, abandoning Carol's genuine gaze. The shield to protect you from the world fractured again for half a second while you giggled again. The proud blonde guessed it was rare for you to laugh. "No," you answered, cheeks popping with your smile. "I was hired to follow him. Gather information, report back to the client. That's next on my to-do list, but her suspicion was wrong so..." You shrugged. Dropping your expression again, you faced the cashier and gave your order, fishing the money from your purse. 

A hand took your wrist, holding back the cash. "The same for me," Carol husked right in your ear, but at the man. Her front was pressed all the way against your back, chin tucking into the crook of your neck. "And it's all on me." Another hand came around your waist, sure fingers unintentionally (or completely so) sending sparks around that side and up your... everything. 

You weren't sure what to do about Carol or with her from the moment you met her. You stepped out of her hold, tricked into surrendering your ground. Carol handed over the bill. You found yourself studying the transcendent woman; her movements, her charm with strangers, that perpetual polite grin. It wasn't the smile that lit you on fire, but the world must love Carol Aird. You could feel yourself beginning to already and that scared the hell out of you. 

You didn't show it when Carol faced you again. She held the two coffees and offered one to you. You, unfortunately, did not reach for further contact as you took the cup, but your blonde escort smartly twitched a finger to graze your palm as you retracted. She couldn't help but tease you. Carol had such a desire for the taste of your innocence, or the loss of it. You weren't conventionally innocent, certainly not entirely so, but you tried to keep Carol out, unknowingly begging her to break in. "So, are you some sort of police officer?" The worldly woman was sure she'd know if women were allowed on the force. You'd look so butch in a uniform, like you could sweep Carol off her feet, but the blonde was always in control. She would rip it from you, ease you onto your back, and make the police beg. Just thinking about all of the ways she could unravel you made Carol hot. 

"An investigator, but the private sort. I pick my pay." You shrugged, paced the shop, and avoided eye contact. "But I do lots of things. Any job that needs doing, really."

The blonde was stunned. You were full of surprises and kept moving, never settling. Carol never got back in arm's reach. That didn't mean she didn't try. It was an odd feeling, watching someone stare you down like you're steak and they're starving. The two of you talked about hobbies, movies, music. Once the caffeine was drained, you started to make for the exit. Carol was slow to follow, dragging out the interaction. She pulled out a cigarette, taking a long drag before stepping out after you. "You are a very off girl," Carol bemusedly confessed.