[Roguefort Cookie X Almond Cookie] Shorts And Oneshots

upon the rooftops

it’s nighttime in parfaedia, and yet another of those frequent games of cat and mouse is taking place. the players, as usual- the detective, almond, and the thief phantom bleu.

while technically, almond isn’t the one who is working on the phantom bleu chase, he can still often be found in tandem with the thief’s appearances. suspicious, perhaps, or one could simply consider him just a bit too invested in this long ongoing case. though, there is one true reason to why he is often the one chasing the thief, instead of his daughter, the genius detective walnut who has the true jurisdiction over this case.

there is no urgency to the chase. it is less like a member of the police force chasing to apprehend a known criminal, and more as if they are treating such things as a game. almond doesn’t truly want to catch them, and phantom bleu- roguefort- doesn’t truly want to escape from him. but such events, running across rooftops and shouting threats to each other, was found amusing by the both of them, and there were appearances to keep. and so, they continue to engage in these acts.

eventually, the detective catches up to the thief. almond has roguefort cornered, in an alcove between two rooftops, but there is no panic, no desire to escape in the thief. no, instead they regard the detective with a coy expression, a sly grin. 

“so you’ve caught me, detective.”

they speak first, stepping back until their back hits the wall. the brunet follows, approaching, and he grabs the fabric of their coat.

“so i have,” he murmurs, and he has to look up to meet roguefort’s eyes. their expression still insufferably cocky, but that doesn’t hide the shake in their breath as they exhale. almond doesn’t usually get this close, during their chases.

“awfully forward tonight, dearest detective.”

“are you complaining?”

they shake their head. they brush a hand along the detective’s jaw, and the tension in the air between them could be cut with a knife. there’s a silent standoff between them, daring each other to move first. then, the thief leans in closer. 

“may i?” they ask, and it’s a whispered question. almond nods, clears his throat, and he says yes . 

this isn’t the first time they’ve had a moment like this in the middle of their rooftop chases. but there was a tension now that wasn’t there before. the kiss shared between the two is one most passionate, faces flushed.

“i take it you missed me?”

they hadn’t seen each other in days, after all. both busy- almond, his work and daughter, roguefort, an influx in their business as a result of the reintegration into that high society life with the help of their cousin. so, it was really no surprise that their encounter was so passionate, a flame within their hearts roaring at the contact after nights of nothing but tired phone calls.

“you know i did.”

almond’s reply was equally as quiet, hushed for the sake of preserving the moment. in between kisses, the two struggle to get even closer, ending up with the detective pushing the thief up against the wall, a hand on their shoulder and the other on their waist.

“you’re just as forward now,” he points out, voice audibly breathless. a breathy laugh comes from roguefort, and they squeeze him closer with their leg in a wordless reply. the heat of the moment, their close proximity, the longing from days of no contact all bring the thief to a state of arousal, and there is a quiet oh from almond as he feels them against him. “quite forward indeed..”

they kiss again, and roguefort grins into it. they are both finding themselves in that… mood, of sorts, despite the location and situation- or perhaps, in part, because of it? the idea of doing such intimate things in a, though secluded, still most public location… there is a thrill, no doubt.