You know that feeling that something bad is about to happen?
The moment we entered town, I got that feeling, so I drive slowly and carefully, my warning system never failed me before.
So I'm not very surprised when we find the house graffitied full of slurs.
"I'll call 911, you call jim" my man is in fixer mode. He is not surprised either.
It doesn't take long for Jim to arrive at the house, crime scene? Whatever...
We're still outside, just in case there's someone waiting in ambush, call me paranoid if you will, but I'm keeping my man safe, and my Spidey senses are still tingling.
He takes pictures, checks around for footprints, but there's really not much to go about.
Jim, proposes to cancel dinner, but I will not let some asshole with no life, shit on my happy day. Even if it means that we'll spend the night chatting with chatty.
Fuuuuuuuuckkk
I wanna punch something big time.
"You went all cold and silent again" Fel hugs me and gives me puppy eyes, I kiss his forehead and place my chin at the top of his head, that's my new favorite thinking spot.
"I'm sorry" deep breath. Don't blow up. "I can't remember the last time I was so fucking angry"
He looks at me in silence, and that's all I need, I'm calming down, I can breath again. "There's still a few hours to dinner, take a shower, take a nap, just relax babe"
Ok, that does sounds nice but... "How bout we go for a swim? Well, more like a dip than a swim, you'll see" I grab his hand and run to the back of the property, where there's a big canal separating that backyard from the woods.
"It's like our canal" and it is, except this one has only one bridge and yes, its full of water.
"But with a lot more privacy" I wiggle my eyebrows while taking my pants off. And he takes the hint.
In a matter of minutes we're butt naked jumping into the water.
After a couple of hours, the sun is going down, we are all pruny and stuff, but it doesn't matter.
I have him pinned against the canal wall, we're kissing. And fuck me for suggesting that dinner tonight. Gods damnit I don't want to let him go, but it's getting late.
I bite his nip, and he moans and Matt coughs.
"Sorry to interrupt" he says turning around and giving us his back. I can see his ears blazing red "I was going to your place, and this is a short cut from mine... Ehm... I'll wait at your porch". He is practically running.
We look at each other and just laugh, and fuck if watching farmboy all flustered didn't stirred something in me. By the way Fel was twitching, a guess he was on the same boat.
We take less than five minutes to finish, it's cause we were already close, ok? not cause of Matt, so fuck off with your judging.
Since we forgot to bring towels,we just put our pants commando, and walk to the porch in all our just sexed up glory.
Matt is sitting in the middle of the steps with his face between his hands.
"I'm so so sorry" his red face turns pale now "I didn't mean to invade your privacy, specially not after that" he points at the graffiti.
"Awww you're so cute" what da fuck, I step in between them, looking at Fel, I'm pissed, I'm furious, he is laughing?
"Who's jelly now" he winks, the bastard winks at me. He bypass me now and slap my ass on his way to Matt. He is going to pay for that. Mark my fucking words.
If Matt was uncomfortable before, he wants to die now, that much is obvious. "Why don't you guys take a sit?" He points at the steps.
"That bad eh?"
"Kinda... Maybe..." He takes a breather while we sit "Around the time that that happened" he waves at the walls "My cctv caught two kids going up and down the street with cans of paint, I guess Jim must be arresting them right now"
"So it's over then" Fel does a cute little clap. Fuck it, I'm still reeling, no matter how cute he is.
"I wouldn't say that..."
"Fuck, who were they??" I already can see I'm not gonna like this.
"Quentin's sons"
"Fucking Quentin again. Fuck!"
"Good thing you've got your lawyer here" Fel is patting on my back with one hand, while calling Jim with the other, so that's another problem I don't have to worry about. Maybe it should bother me how willing I am to let him fix all of my problems, but he's been at it for literal decades, so it comes as a second nature.
I really need to put a ring on him.
After he finishes his call, Fel let us know that we are pressing all the charges, but we'll have to go to the station right fucking now to file for a restraining order against Quentin and sons.
So we dry and get dress, at some moment Matt left, I don't know when, I honestly forgot he was there, and I drive to the police station.
Jim is already waiting for us out there making us signs so that we stay inside the car.
I can already smell the drama. And so can Fel, which is why without second thought we get down the car and march towards the precinct.
Fel in all his professional glory is a sight to behold. I shit you not, there are some hard ass criminals that are terrified of my petit cute boyfriend. So fucking hot.
There doesn't take long before everyone realize who is in charge. The cops are going all "yes sir" "of course sir" "right away sir" at my badass boyfriend. Quentin and his wife (I asume?) are a sputtering mess.
Jim and I are in the back, staying out of the way of the hurricane that is my man. We were both trying not to laugh.
Q was a mess. A pathetic dull mess. His kids are 18 and 19 (I refuse to do the math) so they're not getting released today, so he is begging me.
By this point you should know how much of an asshole I can be, so I double down in laughter, I couldn't help it.
And the cherry on top was when he tries to punch me. In front of like all the cops. He ends up on the floor with three hunks pinning him down.
Somebody is spending the night in jail.
Fel, of course, doesn't lose time and starts filing charges for assault and battery.
Te wife(?) fake fainted, but nobody paid her much mind, there were bigger fish to fry. And me likes them crispy.