bloody valentine | lil peep

nine | "that motherfucker"

three weeks until gus' trial

"rise and shine" i said knocking on gus' bedroom door, he'd let me start letting myself in for our little daily meetings. "it's too early" he groaned. "it's the same time i come everyday" i said. "yeah, which is too early" he said. "come lay with me" he invited me into bed, holding an arm out. "gustav, you know i don't have extra time to fuck around in the mornings" i said. "you have time to fuck though" he said. "shut up and come sign your stuff" i said.

gus rolled out of bed, "purple is a good colour on you" he said, gently pulling on the collar of my shirt. "so what have you been doing to prepare?" he asked. "just little things that will build up eventually, shredding random pages of reports. accidentally changing file names or deleting parts. putting stuff where it isn't supposed to be. eventually it'll add up to be insufficient and hopefully throw them off enough they mess up more" i told him. "i see you've gone full blown dirty cop, i dig that" gus told me. "you better, i'm doing this all for you" i said.

"it'll be worth it baby, i swear" he said. i gave him his pen and stack of 100 papers to sign, waiting at the table for him. "imagine if somehow they find me not guilty" gus said. "i'd be absolutely shocked" i said. "well, seems like anything can happen nowadays" he said.

"can you hurry up with those?" i bugged him, you'd think he'd be quicker now. "why so impatient baby?" he asked. "i'm not" i said. "you sure?" he asked. "yes, just hurry up" i said. "seems pretty impatient to me" he said. "i hate you, shut up" i said. "well we both know that isn't true" he said, gripping my thigh.

"at least finish with the papers first" i told him. he quickly scribbled his signature down on the last couple of lines. gus stood me up, lightly holding me against the wall. he looked me up and down, letting his eyes fixate on me for a minute. "what are you staring for?" i asked. "look at you, how could i not?" he answered. his lips went straight for my neck, kissing me from the edge of my lips down to my collarbone.

gus struggled with my belt, "i like the skirts better. a lot easier, sexy too" he said. "well i don't have an endless supply" i said. "i'll take you shopping" he said, finally getting it off of me. i pulled his shirt off of him, digging my nails into his back to stabilize myself leaving long red scratches down the length of his spine.

"you're fucking hot" gus panted in my ear. "i want this forever" he said. "i have to go to work gus" i said. "do you have to?" he sulked. "yes, i'm sorry" i told him. "come back when you're off?" he asked "and before you say you can't. you already did it once so what's the difference". i sighed, "you just know i can't say no to you" i said, resting my hands on his chest.

"so i'll see you later?" he asked, doing the buttons on my shirt back up. "i'll be here at 9" i said. "good" he smiled at me. "you have a nice smile" i said. "thanks, i think i'm pretty charming" he said. "watch the ego" i told him. "you love it" he said, placing his arm back around my waist. "gustav, i'm serious i have to go" i said, wiggling out of his grasp.

"fine. make me proud out there" he said. "i'll try my best" i said. i kissed him once more before i left. i pulled down my car visor to use the mirror to try and fix the major sex hair i had going on. it resulted in me just tying it back into a ponytail. "that motherfucker" i muttered, noticing a tiny trail of hickeys across my neck. god, he was lucky he was cute. i pulled some concealer out of my purse and attempted a patch job on my neck.

once i arrived at the office i went straight to my desk, for one to hide my neck, second i didn't really want to talk too much to people. i needed to lay low. i kept screwing around with reports and evidence just enough to get it classed as unusable by the court.

luckily all i did was put handcuffs on the guy, so i had limited work on the case to fall back on me if i were to screw it ip. things were so far so good, i really hoped those dna samples wouldn't be back in time for his trial. it turned out gus' very much so we're included in the ones left out and his trial was first out of everyone's.

i wish i could text him, just to keep him updated. i also missed him, but mostly the first thing. i couldn't risk texting him, even on a burner phone. any trail of our relationship on nearby cell towers could be detrimental if people started sticking their noses where they shouldn't. at this point i trusted gus fully, i had a feeling i'd be the one coming out of this as the police's most wanted and perhaps gus could get off not guilty on account of evidence tampering.

hold on, that could actually work. all i had to do was continue what i was doing and wait up until the very last minute, just to slip up enough someone notices, gus gets off free and we can get away. i'd be the new wanted one but gus promised he'd take care of me. i believed he would, i think this situation was causing a severe codependent relationship between us but i didn't mind. seeing gus was always the best part of the day and what i looked forward to the next.

a/n

prolly 1-2 more chapters up today
how is everyone

also i'm sorry i know i said this wasn't gonna be super smutty but it just has to happen rn for the book to build property (unless u guys like it??)

for my drafts, i honestly think i'm gonna number them and then throw them in a number generator and pick a random order to write them in unless you feel very strongly about wanting certain ones (posted on my message board)