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B

The storm raged on as it took control of a sunless sky, with snow descending onto the city with no end in sight

One could argue it even brought life to such a soulless landscape of gray structures and numerous antennas, but over time, it too became a staple of this monochrome planet, broken ever so slightly by the neon lights it attempted to cover itself with

People had gotten used to it and traveled its streets with heavy clothing most of the time. Those who weren't going about their day outside found shelter in their homes, amongst the numerous buildings

Yourself included

The sounds of moaning and the loving of flesh reigned over the apartment. Bright purple from the outside highlighted the silhouette of a beautiful woman who cried in pleasure one last time before she found herself on the verge of an orgasm

A pair of arms held her as she rode her high, enveloped by the warmth of another

This was not the first time this had occurred, but it would be the last

A heavy breath would leave her lips as she lied in bed by your side, the heavy breathing was camouflaged by the music that began playing on the background, but it wasn't long before a voice cut through it

Joan: We...we should stop meeting... like this. It's not... professional

The soft, breathy voice of the high-ranking officer made you turn to her. She pulled the sheets to her chest with one hand while her other rested on her forehead

Her blonde locks spread along the bed so gracefully, and her chest rose and fell with each breath

A sight nothing short of breathtaking, and one that clashed starkly with her image in public

Joan: But...I can't help it

It was thanks to this new angle that you were able to see her much better. The bags under her eyes, the scar on her upper lip, the bandaid on her hand

You: J?

She hummed a response

You: When was the last time you took a break?

The blonde moved her hand to look at you

Joan: What does it matter?

With eyes narrowing, you sat up

You: It matters a lot, Joan

Then, you lifted a hand to gesture at the window nearby

You: Just look outside

She raised a brow at you but moved towards the window. Nobody could see inside, but she still kept the sheets close to her

Joan was greeted with the familiar sight of snow and concrete, with the occasional metro moving through the city

You: Every day we have fewer and fewer reasons to smile. You keep grinding yourself for this fight

A heavy breath left her lips, knowing well that you were not wrong, and yet, she found a way to lie to herself once again

Joan: ...It'll be worth it if we finally turn the tide of the war

She couldn't see it, but she could feel your frown at her response. Joan knew she couldn't fool a detective so easily, not when intimacy was on the table like this