shameless || the weeknd

weekend

It was Saturday morning and Sidra felt a little off. She was about to go on a date with the main suspect in the case she was trying to gain more incriminating evidence for. She's never gone this undercover before and it started to make her feel weird. But not weird enough to not go through with the case.

She was determined not to wuss out and at least see how far she could take it with Abel, but she couldn't get lazy or sloppy like she did on Thursday night. She wasn't gaining any type of workable intel or evidence that could've helped her frame him once and for all. All she did was get tipsy and let him kiss her.

That same kiss made her unable to focus on the minor cases she had the next day at work. Her mind was everywhere as she remembered every touch he made against her skin. The thought made her embarrassed, but she wasn't exactly sure why. She craved sexual affection, yes, but not from her prime suspect.

She sighed as her stomach turned in on itself due to nervousness as well as excitement. The only difference was that she wasn't going to let him distract her as much as he did the other night. She was sure of it.

She had to be focused. She knew he would be expecting more than what he achieved the other night and the thought alone made her anxious but still curious as to how the night was going to go down.

To take her mind off of the night ahead, Sidra ended up searching her closet for things to wear while thinking about how exactly she could throw off the criminal herself. She had to have some type of upper hand again or else she was going to seem incompetent, not only to herself but to her agency. Especially with a case this trivial.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance at the fact that she was subscribing to over-sexualizing herself just to throw off the celebrity's teasing and taunting so that he wouldn't derail her. Nevertheless, she was positive that it would work. If she wasn't so tipsy the other night, she would've realized long before he kissed her that he was all over her and wanted nothing more than to keep her there longer.

The kiss overwhelmed her too much, and it wasn't anywhere near how far she thought her undercover investigation was going to go. But she went with it as much as she could before it started to feel too real. She started to like being in his big hands too much.

Sidra licked her lips slowly, finally finding something not too distracting, but eye-catching enough to make him look-twice. She smiled at her selection, finding some shoes to match before leaving to do other errands around the house.

She didn't know if she was trying to keep herself busy so she could pass the time faster, or keep herself busy so she couldn't think of all the possibilities of spending more than an hour and a half with the older man.

But, within no time, her phone alarm rang, signaling that it was time for her to start getting ready for her "date". She tried not to take herself too seriously seeing as it was her first date in almost two years and it wasn't an actual one because her motives were strictly work-influenced. But she couldn't help that growing feeling in her stomach that's been festering since he put her on his lap and tried to swallow her tongue.

She bit down on her glossed lips as she took in her curvaceous appearance in the fitted dress. She smiled a little at the fact that she was getting dressed up just to take the criminal celebrity down and that thought was enough to trump any nervousness she had prior.

She applied a small amount of makeup before leaving her apartment. He had texted her prior to the time of their date to let her know what time and where they were meeting. His personal publicist thought it would be best to meet up separately and then go from there seeing as paparazzi would never let him live down going out with an FBI Agent.

She didn't bother to object because she liked being in control of when she left, and she wanted to try to distance herself from his seductive attempts as much as possible.