Captain Swan ~ One Shots

Compass

Hey guys! It's been so long since I wrote something. I think I need to start writing again because this took longer than usual to write. I hope I didn't screw up the English language and I hope you still like this!
The idea came when I read about "the reassurement" Csers will have after 7x01 that CS is still true love and no one will ever ruin this. (*breath* I so hope this is true!)

Anyway, I don't think this is spoilery but it's about Season 7 and includes some little things we know about so it's up to you if you want to read it or not! Have fun! <3

The noise was louder than he expected when he entered the bar and it made him frown. He considered leaving for a second but he took two steps instead. He was done for today. They had been working the whole bloody day again in a case that didn't want to be solved. This case had no progress already. Spending his nights too with it, wouldn't do any help. He needed a strong drink and a good sleep afterwards.

Although, as he reached for the counter a very specific silhouette got his attention.

"Bloody hell!" He said a little louder, triggering the woman in front of him to turn. She was magnetic. A true lady of darkness, walking in this tight black dress and enchanting the whole poor humankind.

"You're kidding!" She replied kindly and quite girly compared to her appearance. "How is this possible?"

"You mean meeting you in the morning and seeing you again here at the very same night?"

"Uhhmm.. Yeah. Something like that?"

Her tone was doubtful and it made them both laugh as the barman came to take their orders.

This was strange indeed. He had spent all of his "break time" hours with this woman the same day, just chatting and laughing. He didn't plan on going serious or on having any relationship right now, no. He had lots of other things to keep him occupied and suppress any feeling of loneliness he might have had. But some flirting from time to time could do no harm.

"Maybe it's fate." He said mockingly, continuing their conversation and making her laugh again.

"Well, I'm glad you're not serious 'cause I don't really believe in this kind of things. Fate and soulmates and true love. Just fairytale bullshit to make children unhappy as they're growing up."

He thought about it for a while, not sure about his answer. "Aye. Lies, aren't they?" He agreed nervously and took a sip of rum.

"Anyway, officer. Bad day closes with a bad drink?"

Her casual tone made him relax and forget the stress of their previous conversation. "Rum's not bad." He complained like a child about his toy and smiled right after. "And it certainly doesn't hurt."

"Yeah, I'm sure every doctor would agree to that." She derided him and took a sip of her own drink.

"What makes Gin a good drink?" He asked ironically and watched her approach him. Her dark skin brightening under the light.

"It always keeps my memories of the previous night." She whispered in his ear and took a step behind. He waited, interested by the unexpected movement until she spoke again. "That's a huge privilege for me. What's the point in spending a great night with the devilishly handsome officer you met and can remember nothing? It's a shame." She concluded and smiled proudly of the sexy grin she got.

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It wasn't long before they were in her flat, kissing the hell out of one another. The route of this meeting was not what he had imagined but it was a long day, with lots of things in his mind that some relief could take away for a while.