one-shots

Imagine 28

Requested
(Follow on of imagine 21, can read separately

I sigh looking at the house in front of me. I know who's house this is, the house of the same cop that caught me a week ago, but he/she let me go. He/she didn't even try to arrest me. Not to forget he/she knew my name without me even saying it. I walk up to the front door, working my magic to get inside and like expected I get inside in no time. It's quite, too quite if you ask me. I walk up the stares, but stop midway. There's light coming from one of the rooms. What is he/she doing? I know where I have to go, but something pulls me to the door. I walk up to the door and slowly open it, my hearth quickening when I see who's inside. I already had a feeling someone was home when I saw the light on, but I expected to see someone reading or the cop being private with his/her partner, but no. He/she is sitting on a chair next to a fireplace, a glass of whine in his/her hand and his/her eyes glued on the window.
"I knew you would come", he/she says not looking at me. He/she sounds.... Tired. "Then why aren't you arresting me?", I ask coming closer, but still keeping my distance. He/she chuckles before looking at me. Head leaning back and eyes scanning my face and body. I feel my cheeks flushing. This may be the most hottest cop I have ever seen. "That wouldn't be fun, would it?", he/she stand up, putting his/her glass down and walking my way. I quickly grab my dagger holding it in my hand while backing away. I don't know why, but I'm scared to put my dagger up, scared.... I'll hurt him/her. I back away, until I feel the wall touching my back. I look up in his/her eyes, if he/she leans in just a little our lips will touch. Gosh I have never been this close with someone and definitely not someone I have to steal from. "What happened to you", I mutter scanning his/her face. He/she looks horrible yet beautiful. "Are you worried about me?",
"No I am just asking", he/she leans back a little and grabs something from his/her jean pocket. My eyes grow seeing the ring in his/her hands. The ring I had to steal. He/she grabs my hand with the dagger in it and puts the ring on my palm while putting the dagger in his/her pocket. "Till next time y/n", he/she says before giving me one last wink and walking out the door. "Are you leaving your own house?", I say walking behind him/her. You hear him/her chuckle "it's not my house sweetheart", that's the last thing you hear before the front door closes.