“After my rescue, I went back, tied him up, and set him on fire.”
“Nice.” Harlow let out a low, satisfied chuckle.
Foxx slowly began to smirk. “Such a pity that halfway through the rain came and put him out. Pity for him that is. The rain started and stopped all day long. He didn’t die until the fifth light.”
The human threw his head back and laughed, eyes shining with pure delight. “It must have been a grand show.”
“It has always been a memory worth holding on to,” Foxx said with a giggle.
Harlow’s arm snagged around Foxx’s waist, and he found himself pulled into a hard kiss. “Get dressed, Foxx.” Harlow chuckled. “After such a story, I’d fuck you nice and hard, but unfortunately, we have a long ass drive, and you have our paperwork to work on while I do the driving.”
Foxx frowned. “I have my paperwork to fill out, you mean?”
Harlow hopped out of bed. “As the senior hunter, it is my duty to allow you to learn the ropes by filling outallthe paperwork. Doing is learning!”
“Bollocks!”
Harlow ignored him and sauntered off to the bathroom. Foxx tried to not stare at his muscular ass and back…and failed. The man may be heavily scarred, but that did nothing to distract from how hot he was. In fact, it probably made him hotter.
“I’m not doing your paperwork, Harlow!” Foxx shouted.
His protests were met with silence. He glared at the closed bathroom door. If that human thought he was going to write up anyone’s paperwork besides his own, he had another thing coming.
Like, he knew there was more paperwork with elimination hunts than capture ones, but come on, it wasn’t that much. Either way, he would NOT be doing it.
* * *
Harlow smirked.Foxx sat there in the passenger seat grumbling, and every so often sending him a death glare as he typed on his laptop, working on the incident reports for the last case.
A lovely call from Charity had ended with Harlow getting exactly what he wanted.
“This is the only time! You hear me, Harlow! I will not do your work for you again!” Foxx snapped.
He laughed. “Sure, whatever you say.”
“This will be the one and only time!” the vampire insisted, his British accent thickening with his anger.
“Mmhmm.”
“Don’t you ‘mmhmm’ me! You couldn’t have told me that they’d want the stupid paperwork right away when we got back yesterday?!”
“What can I say? When it comes to elimination warrants, reports can’t wait,” he said smugly. “And I mean, we were a little distracted. When exactly did I have time to tell you?”
“Gee, I don’t know. Before we even went into that fucking house?”
“I mean, technically, that was the day before yesterday.”
“How about after we burned the house down? Or, I don’t know, at the hospital? Or, how about during the fucking five hour drive?!”
Harlow hummed innocently. “Hmm, I suppose it just didn’t come to mind.”
“Just shut up and drive,” Foxx huffed, his eyes back on the laptop, his fingers typing away rapidly.
Harlow's smirk widened. He was feeling very pleased with himself. Maybe having a partner wasn’t so bad.
Tony tugged a strip of the blinds down and watched Harlow and Foxx walk into the Guild. He wondered when they’d show up. Tony had already let Charity know that she needed to tell the two he wanted to talk to them.
He didn’t really. It was mostly so he could write a report on how Harlow was doing fine after having his house blown up. And that there were no conflicts in the team, despite the current living situation. Tony didn’t care if what he wrote ended up being true or not. Harlow didn’t really have a choice. But for bureaucracy’s sake, he had to at least have the physical meeting, so he could pretend he had done his due diligence to make sure the team was mentally sound.
