Special thanks to Callie8 and alwaysupforu2004 for taking the time to read and edit my story. This is my very first story and there should be more to come! Enjoy!
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Things change.
I met Travis when he took me to get my uniform. I had just been hired at the local police department and it was my first day. I was hardly 21 years old, the bare minimum age you can be hired as a cop, and lets just say, most aren't hired that young. This job is one hell of a hard job, and takes a lot of maturity. Lets face it, most 20-somethings don't have that level of maturity.
But, apparently, I proved all those who interviewed me that I was grown up, and here I am. It was like a sweet dream come true.
Travis was a cop too. Unlike me, this was his 15th year on the force. I learned a lot about him during that 45-minute car trip out north. I secretly admired his physical features first. He was tall, about 6'2", with light brown hair cut military short. He was not skinny or scrawny by any means, and not at all over weight. He had this happy medium. A fullness of muscles, a bare minimum of fat. But his best feature of all was his eyes. It was like God took an emerald and aquamarine gemstone, molded them together, and decided that would be his eye color. I could gaze at them all day, they were absolutely breathtaking. And when the man smiled, it was crooked and flirtatious, and again, breathtaking.
I learned Travis was 36 years old and from the south. He didn't so much tell me he was from the south. It was the accent that gave it away. His voice was lower than most men, with a strong taste of southern twang. I typically don't like southern accents, but from him the inflection somehow made his words erotic.
What I learned most of all was that Travis was a flirt, however it was somehow a different flavor, if you could call it that. I've met men that are blatant when coming on to a woman, or maybe some had humor mixed in. But Travis was somehow subtle. His sexual remarks are ones that might not be sexual at all. What makes them sexual is the look that comes with the remarks. The look makes everything low, tighten. It's a look I can't describe, but women understand. It's that look a man gives when you've sparked his interest, and he wants nothing more than to have you. It's such an intense, sexual look the body automatically responds.
One day I had been standing in the break room watching TV while sipping on coffee. All my attention was on the small television set and to this day, I couldn't remember why. I was about to leave the room when I felt a hand kneading on my shoulder. I almost told whoever was behind me to go jack off in the men's locker room, when I noticed it was Travis. I froze. My entire body heated up as though someone turned the furnace to 100 degrees. A second hand slid up to my other shoulder and mimicked the other hand's movement. In his eye was his look, and that small lopsided smile. I swallowed then, hard, and I swear he heard it.
Someone walked in and he broke away, walking towards the fridge. I just sat there at first confused. Was he flirting? Or was he just being his friendly self? He had never gone as far as touching me like that before, and I really couldn't judge it. I risked a glance his way and saw he was looking at me too. He gave a small, private smile, and left. I knew then that it wasn't innocent. Nothing he did from that point on was innocent.
And that had been just the beginning.
It wasn't until after my academy training and towards the end of my field training that I became reacquainted with the man. Who knew Travis, out of all the trainers, would become my trainer. I was happily stuck with him for 5 weeks, as he drilled his knowledge, and personality, into me. During that time with him he became serious, and the moments he did flirt, it was almost too subtle to think much of it. Some men have that in their personality. But sometimes he gave me that look I saw the day he massaged my back. I knew then it wasn't just his personality. He wanted me.
And frankly, I wanted him too.
As I became more comfortable with him I started to more or less tease him. It was like he opened up this part of me I didn't know existed. I felt more dangerous somehow. I felt like some sort of seductress when I smiled at him, looked at him, and watched him respond to it. He liked it and I liked it. However, it was a secret, even from us. We never made sexual comments about us together, but the implication was always there. Neither of us acknowledged it to each other. It was like subconsciously we both knew what we were engaging in, and when we couldn't do it. All flirting stopped in the presence of others. It became nothing but strictly professional, until we were alone.
There were a few set backs to us engaging in intimate activities. We never discussed it out loud, that would be inappropriate, but I knew. First of all, he was married. Very married. 3 kids. He never spoke much about his wife to me, but he mentioned kids once, and the ring gave away he was still married. Also, the fact that he was my supervisor and trainer set us a few steps back too. Lets just say that as opposed to a simple write up, we would be fired. Simple.
So, he unfortunately behaved himself during training. Our flirting never went past smiles, looks, innocent touching. Who knew such innocence would create such dark thoughts?
It wasn't until after training, and a year into my career, that the good behavior broke.
We had been fighting for months after my training. I wasn't even on the same shift as him. I couldn't figure out why but it was like everything about him irritated me and vice versa. They were small things. Little things he said and little things I said that set each other off. Sometimes he would turn them into a way of teasing but other times, not so much. It wasn't until my co-worker, and best friend Ryan, made a comment to me that took me by surprise.
We had been sitting in the park late at night, bored and on shift. Hey, we can't always be fighting crime. I had been venting to him my frustration with Travis, when Ryan finally said, "You two fight like a married couple."
I looked at him, surprised and offended. "We most certainly do not."
