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criminal!Meteorite x cop!Azar: Time for Relaxation 🌺⛔

(Haha AU)

There were two things Azar knew for certain:

1: Work was a bitch.
2: She was risking her career.

For much needed context, Azar had been sheltering a wanted criminal for a few months now. She'd lost track on all the time they'd spent together, it might've been a year at this point. Ironically, the pair had met on a crime scene. But Azar found the murderer (who had introduced herself as Meteorite) to be quite charming, but easy to control.

So she took her in. Unfortunately they got close. Very close. By now, she could only think of the feeling of Meteorite's fingers digging into her back, or the quiet whimpers that sounded oh-so smooth and soft in her ear.

They were that close.

Azar dragged her feet home after the long day. She was a top officer at the High Mountain Police Department, and with that title, came a lot of work. More paperwork and filing than interrogations and chases, as she came to find out. Much to her disappointment.

A loud sigh of relief came from her when she climbed up her doorstep and unlocked the door to her house. As soon as she was inside, Azar let out a groan and stretched, hearing the satisfying sounds of pops from her aching back. She kicked off her shoes immediately after, not really caring where they landed. Azar shut the door and locked it again.

The loud growl from her stomach reminded her how hungry she actually was. Slowly making her way to the kitchen, Azar stomped her foot on the floor twice to tell her basement dweller that she was home. She made herself a simple ham sandwich to easily keep hunger from killing her while also needing little effort to put together.

She heard the familiar creek of the door under the stairs. Seemed like Meteorite was up now, Azar thought as she took a bite of the sandwich. She walked over to the stairs, and looked at the slightly open door. Azar expected to see the chilling stare of Meteorite, boring into her skull with that wide, unsettling grin.

But she saw nothing. Azar furrowed her brow in confusion, taking another bite of the sandwich. Strange, She hummed slightly and closed the door. I thought she'd be--

Azar turned around to return to the kitchen, instead bumping into the tall, dark haired woman. She jumped in shock at how quickly and quietly Meteorite had managed to make it out from the basement and into the kitchen.. This is my house, damnit!! How'd she do it so quick..?

Meteorite stared down at Azar. Her sky blue eyes felt cold and sharp, and her toothy grin stretched from ear to ear. Her short, dark hair was tangled, as if she hadn't brushed it at all.

"How was work?" She asked. Her voice was smooth, and low in pitch for a female.

Azar stared up at her "roommate", and crossed her arms across her chest. "It was fine, I suppose." Meteorite's grin turned to a knowing smirk.

"You're lying."

She saw Meteorite's eyes scan over every inch of her body. The messy hair, the obvious tired stare on her face. All the way down the wrinkled, unkempt uniform.

Her gaze returned to Azar's eyes. "You're tired," she observed, earning a scoff from Azar, "and stressed. Work was awful for you today."

"Really? Wow, who could've thought." Azar snickered. "I'll be fine.." She looked away. Meteorite was not buying it. She raised a hand to the officer's face, lightly grabbing her chin and tilting her face up to make firm eye contact. "What happened to make it that bad." She questioned.

Azar rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Just a guy being a dick at work. The usual hungover coworker on a Monday morning.." She huffed. "Touchin' places off limits, if you know what I'm getting at."