shameless || the weeknd

redeem

"Hey..." Sidra started, not knowing exactly what to say to him. Nevertheless, a smile crept onto Abel's face as he heard the agent's voice from his phone. He knew she would call back before he did, but he was tempted to do the same. It seemed more suspicious if he was blowing up the federal agent's phone rather than her doing it because at least then, she could hide behind her job as her reason for calling him.

"Do you miss me already?" He asked obnoxiously and she let out a sigh.

"No, I just need to talk to you about something." She said, not completely sure of her motives in calling him. She knew that she needed to find other ways to be around him without him initiating inappropriate activities. She would be blind if she didn't see how much he was attracted to her. He was just better at this than her, and that was the last thing she wanted to admit to herself.

"What about?" He asked curiously. He hadn't heard from her in a week, and the way she left his house last week made him even more annoyed at her reluctance to give in completely to him. If she was focused on loosening up around him and actually giving herself to him, he doubted she would be able to focus on anything else.

"Can we talk? And not that back and forth and shit, I mean, like, actually talk." She explained, picking her words carefully as she spoke to him. The fact that she's never been late on a case before made her weary of the possibility of being able to take him down like she initially wanted. Her chief made it very clear that this was too easy of an investigation to fuck up, but here she was, fucking it up all because she wanted him to fuck her.

He furrowed his brows at her vague request. "What do you want to actually talk about?" He chuckled and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, knowing he wouldn't take what she was trying to say seriously.

"About how you're the definition of unprofessional, and that last week can't ever happen again." She said as calmly as she could through the phone. He sucked in a sharp breath at her declaration, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep what happened from happening again. That wasn't what he wanted, nor did he intend for her to get away so easily.

"Can't do that, mama. You taste too good. Has anyone ever told you that?" He asked inappropriately. Her mouth dropped at his reluctance to downplay their night together like she was trying so hard to do.

"No, Abel." Sidra sighed, being as patient as she could with him before hearing him clear his throat.

"I can't see why not. I would definitely do it again."

"Stop it."

"What?" He asked innocently. He wanted to keep messing with her, but she was too busy acting like she didn't want the same thing he did.

"What you're doing right now; trying to persuade me into believing that what we did the other night was fine. I'm a federal agent. And you're a guilty fucking criminal." She blurted out, her annoyance becoming her as she started to get flustered.

He shook his head and narrowed his eyes at her words. "Keep telling yourself that. I'll be more than happy to show you exactly who I am if we continue to keep this between us." Abel smirked.

"What do you mean?" She asked, growing tired of his incessant double-speak.

"Keep this between us, baby girl. I'll write up a contract and everything. Because I'd rather taste you when and where I want, instead of worrying about getting caught by paparazzi. And I know you wouldn't want that either." He continued to suggest, getting up from where he sat in his room to go to his office.

"What makes you think I want any of that?"

"The way you came on my tongue, that's what. Don't play with me, Sidra. I know what I want." He said matter-of-factly. "I can give you what you need too, if you just let me." He continued, licking his lips as he thought of the possibility of having her in his hands again.