Sly Cooper X Carmelita Fox Lemon

~ Part 1 ~

Omg, I've been waiting for such a long time to write lemons! And this is my first one! I decided to write this about Sly Cooper, since the Sly Cooper Movie is coming out in soon! (It's probably out already while you're reading this, but this was written when it wasn't!). I'd hate to write a lemon about something old that nobody wants to read anymore. That's why I chose this topic as my first lemon to write ^,^. I also have another account named Fanfic_writing made especially for fanfictions, but I can't write lemons in a fanfiction account. I decided to create this one, and have my lemon book collection here, so enjoy this story!~

WARNING! THIS CHAPTER HAS BAD LANGUAGE!
LEMON BEGINS IN '~ Part 2 ~ '

This is just a little backstory to begin with ;)

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(Narrator's POV) (POV ~ point of view)
It was a dark and bitter cold night. A snowy blizzard swept through the streets of Paris, covering anything and everything with thick layers of snow. Not one object lay untouched. The wind carried the snow at a swift pace throughout the entire city, making it incredibly difficult for anyone to see anything around them - if they were as unfortunate to be outside at the time. Almost everyone was tucked away in their homes, cozy fires lit, wrapped in soft blankets, but not everyone was as lucky as those people. Inspector Carmelita Fox was walking home alone, battling against the strong gusts of wind that were flying at her from all directions. She was shivering from the icy cold weather, clinging onto her puffy jacket for warmth, but it wasn't much use to her.

She was leaving work, because she couldn't tolerate any of them anymore. They all annoyed her even more than Sly did, which takes a lot. Everything about her co-workers and boss made her cringe and ball her fists in anger. She hated them with all her heart. She just wished that someone out there was a decent person, unlike the awful disgusting horny men from the police department. All they want is Carmelita's body, and nothing else. They would approach her, flirt with her, attempt to touch her, and even go as far as trying to kiss her. She would always stop them though, either retort something incredibly insulting to them, or badly hurting them as a lesson to stay far away from her. Carmelita was sick and tired of it. She longed for a man who saw her differently. Who saw her as more than just a toy to play with, and actually loved her for who she was. But she believed that a man like that was too good to be true, so cut off her fantasies and decided to think 'realistically', or what she believed was realistic. Little did she know that the man she longed for was indeed the man she has been chasing for years, and angered her almost as much as her co-workers did.

Sly Cooper.

Deep down inside her, she knew that she had developed feelings for him, but never shared or portrayed those feelings with any other person but herself. She longed for him, but he's naturally her enemy, since the law opposes their love for each other. She didn't want to be like this; showing hatred towards him. She wanted to throw herself in his arms and kiss him endlessly, but she knew that it was impossible for her to do so. She had grown a strong title in the police department, and her long hard years of work could go down the drain in a flash if she were to be caught being with the master thief.

Why Carmelita was walking home through such a deadly blizzard, you may ask? Here's why:

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(Carmelita's POV)

"YOU FAILED AGAIN!" He shouted in my face, growling with frustration. "I-I'm sorry, Sir..." I cowered, not wanting to speak my mind. Who knows what horrid things I'd say to get myself fired. "Carmelita, I've been allowing you to chase this criminal for years, believing that you were the best cop around. But now? I believe that your feelings for Sly are stopping you from allowing yourself to catch him." He turned his back towards me, looking out the window that was situated behind his desk. "N-no, it's nothing like that sir." I cringed at the thought of my 'feelings' getting in the way of doing my job. "Then WHY ISN'T HE BEHIND BARS BY NOW?!" My boss turned around swiftly and glared daggers at me. "I-I..." I stuttered, lost for words for a moment and not knowing what to say. "Exactly." He sighed, looking down at his desk. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to dismiss you from advancing any further with the Cooper case." He shook his head, ashamed of me. "B-but you can't! I-" I began, but he was quick to cut me off from saying anything else. "No buts. Now leave this office. You'll be staying here until it's safe to leave after the storm passes." He ordered me. "No, I will do nothing of the sort. I'm walking home." I stated coldly and stood up to leave. "It's too dangerous, Carmelita. Don't be stupid." He laughed light-heartedly as if it were a joke, but it wasn't a joke at all. I was dead serious. "I'd rather be out there getting frostbite than in this hell-hole for any longer." I spat, slamming his office door shut as I exited.

The second I slammed the door, all eyes were on me. I glared at everyone, making them look away again and get back to whatever work they were doing beforehand. "Hey~" One of my co-workers approached me, swaying from side to side in an attempt to look more 'attractive'. He smirked lustfully, which made me grimace. "We have to stay in the building, so how about we go back to my office and-" he started to smooth talk, but I punched him square in the jaw to stop him from talking any more bullshit. He put his hand on his jaw, wincing in pain. "Alright, I guess you're not in the mood." He growled. "And I never will be 'in the mood', you pervert." I snarled, pushing him out of my way and continuing to leave. "Where are you going?" He called after me. "Anywhere but here." I retorted, grabbing my coat and exiting the building that I despise so much.
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(Narrator's POV)

So here she is; heading home after a horrible day of work. "Almost there.." She encouraged herself to keep moving through the icy gusts of wind. She looked ahead of herself, putting her hand above her eyes in attempt to aid her in seeing through the blinding snow. From the distance, she saw a flashing light and instantly recognised it. 'Yes! That must be the sign on the open-all-night bar, which is right next to my apartment complex!' She thought to herself, running as fast as she possibly could to get to her home. "I'm home!" She sighed in content, slamming the door shut as she entered the building, and running straight to the elevator. She clicked the '5th floor' button, and the elevator started to ascend to her floor. Once she unlocked the door and entered her apartment, she took off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack beside the door. "Finally." She grinned to herself, over-joyed to have gotten through the storm and away from the police department.

"Welcome home~"

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