Love you, Paris

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Heart beating, beating, beating.
So close.
Face warming, warming, warming up.
So hot.

Armin blushes by the way he feels her that closely. He didn't expect her to do such a... sexy thing. But he can't enjoy her breath against his sensitive lips for long. She leans away again and looks pretty serious at him now while pulling something out of her belt. It's a gun.
So skinny, so glittering, so black. Just like her outfit.
And her mood.

Armin gulbs pretty hard as she loads her gun and holds it against Armins forehead. What is she about to do? Will that beauty really kill me? Right here? That makes no sense, not even for a cop. Except for...the head of the police. They have connections and can hide any evidences. That happened many times already, at least that's sometimes what news are talking about... Wait, that must mean...
As Armin looks at a little note on her uniform he reads her name and who she is.
He was right, she's the chief. The head of the police in Paris. And not only that. Her name is Annie Leonhardt. Just like he heard it on Carlys radio one morning. The best working police woman from the whole country of France. Standing right in front of him. Holding a gun against his head.
He might be dead already.

"Talk. Or I won't hesitate and shot you. Who are you and why were you on that place in that moment holding THAT bag? Talk!"
Armin tries his best to hide his feelings which drive him crazy. He's scared. And panicked. But also he enjoys it. Enjoys being in one room with that woman he was thinking about for a while.
He opens his mouth nervously and looks her right in the eyes as his fingers are pressing into his knees that they won't shake too much.
"I-I... I was there by accident."
"How's that possible? Answer my questions. "
She pushes the gun deeper against his forehead what causes little pain.
" I am just a student from the US states. I was there because I needed fresh air. And when I walked suddenly a-..."
"You bore me. What's your name?"
Armin looks even more confused. "Armin Arlert..."
"Louder! I will kill you!"
Annie grabs Armins neck and pushes the gun even deeper against his head that he slowly but definitely becomes scared of her crazy behavior. He looks frightened up to her and tries leaning away.
"Armin Arlert! I-I am Armin Arlert. A student who was accidentally passing that road and getting that bag from a guy who ran towards me! And then the police came and took me! Everything happened so fast, I - I...couldnt do anything! Please Madame Leonhardt don't kill me, I wanna life! "

Annie watches him a while and starts smirking as she sees his eyes leaving some tears. She let's him go and sits on her office table again. Armin watches her and feels even more confused by her seductive smirking
" Stop crying, I know you didn't do anything."
"W-What? H-How?"
"Well...just look at you. And besides of that I have enough experience to tell if people are likely to do something or not. And I am always right so far".
Armin blinks and wipes his eyes dry. Damn, how embarrassing. Now he feels like a little child next to that impressive dangerous woman in that black uniform.

A few moments later she frees him from his handcuffs which already have left something on his sensitive hands. A policeman came over and told her, that they looked up video files and saw the true scene. One point for Armin. Hopefully he won't have to collect more, otherwise he would be here every day.

Or does he?

That woman... Annie Leonhardt.
Playing a huge role in his head, even when he's already home, laying in his bed after he explained everything to Carly.
Damn, she's a thing. So unexpectedly dangerous. Just like a snake who was torturing him by her body. Oh...he really wants more 'torture' by that woman...
His face starts smirking, body warming up. Damn, cool  down, you too my friend...or maybe my enemy, if you understand...
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