Newt/Thomas Sangster One Shots (warning: smut)

One shot #34 (part 6) ~ Lt. Sangster

Starting to think I should just make this into its own spinoff series, genuinely can't stop writing this one

The ringing of my alarm woke me with a start. It was a few seconds before what had happened hit me, foggy memories of Thomas coming back to me like a fever dream. Looking to my left, a pang of disappointment washed over me - he wasn't there. But, of course, he couldn't have stayed with me - he would've had to go home first to get ready for work. Relief.

Sluggishly, I sat on the edge of the mattress and stood. A sharp pain shot through my pelvis as I took a step towards the bathroom.

'Well, I know who's fault that is' I thought to myself, turning on the shower. It took only half an hour to get ready for work - I was ready to call my final taxi of the week, but a text flashed at the top of the phone screen.

Morning, Anderson. Need a lift?

Good morning, Lieutenant. That would be great, I'm ready now.

I'll be there in ten.

Something about keeping it formal was exciting - although, it's not like we had a choice. The last thing I needed was any physical proof of our 'relationship'. If this was going to work, we needed to keep it low-key, at least for the time being. I had no idea what the sergeant's stance on coworker relationships was, but asking would surely give us away. That being said, he wasn't only my coworker - he was my superior.

As promised, Thomas pulled into my drive no more than ten minutes later. Once I had thrown my coat on, I stepped out the front door and locked it behind me.

"Detective," He addressed me, stepping out of the car, hands lazily in his pockets. He was dressed almost all in black, with exception to a white collared shirt beneath his jacket, and a weathered leather holster wrapped around his underarms. His hair was tousled, damp from a recent shower, wavy locks spilling over his brow.

"Lieutenant," I smiled subtly, making my way towards the curb and stopping there, Thomas' eyes following me closely.

"Sleep well?" He taunted, his expression unassuming, taking slow steps towards where I was standing. I swallowed hard and just nodded, taken slightly off-guard.

"Good." Thomas said flatly, voice low, before making his way back to the car. I stood still for a moment, trying to figure out if he was flirting or just being a dick.

"Want to be late, detective?" Thomas questioned. I sighed, unsatisfied but reluctantly doing as I was told.

There was a heavy silence between us on the way to the precinct. It was nice, but there was something I needed to talk about.

"Lieutenant?" I spoke up, voice slightly hoarse from tiredness. He glanced over quickly before returning his eyes to the road ahead.

"You don't have to call me that when we're alone, Em." He laughed breathily.

"Thomas, then..." I started, shifting in my seat, "About what happened last night, I..."

"What about it?" He questioned, a hint of concern in his voice.

"Well, I just...I was wondering if that was a one-off thing, or...I don't know, really."

He frowned with confusion, sensing my angst.

"You're asking if I'm gonna pretend it never happened?" He asked, face of concern visible as he glanced over. I sighed.