The next morning…
The sound of an alarm broke through the silence. Only to be silenced itself seconds later as the Hound awoke.
It was 9am. Normally the man worked later in the night, prowling during the night shift. Usually he’d sleep in because of that but he enjoyed seeing the sun in the early hours. Besides, he had a guest to attend to.
He slipped on a pair of jeans but left his shirt off as he walked out of his room and knocked on her door. “Rise and shine, Cat Burglar! I’m making breakfast, but I ain’t gonna heat it up if it gets cold! You’ll find toothbrushes and paste and combs and shit in the bathroom in your room. You got ten minutes before I come in there, and I ain’t gonna wait until you’re decent!”Tuesday night, 3 days later
It had been a mostly quiet few days for the hound, but sure enough he was out on the prowl again. It was Tuesday, but oddly enough he hadn't heard anything from Ashleigh. That was good. But he also did miss seeing her....it was a strange feeling.
But he pushed that thought aside as he walked into the Holy Hell Tattoo Parlour and unofficial strip club. He had done some recon on the building and ran some background checks. The tattoo parlour was legal enough, but it was a cover for the club and lounge underground. The people who worked here were less than reputable, but this place had connections to the Raven's Wing. And that's why he was here. He remembered that night Ashleigh told him about where she got her ink. It couldn't be a coincidence.
He walked into the parlour and began to blend in. No one noticed him for the most part, as even though he was an infamous cop he made sure his work wasn't talked about by the media. He brushed past a few tough looking men, and a few flirty women.
"Hey there handsome...." one of them flirted, winking at the man while shamelessly looking him up and down. Hellek winked back and kissed her hand in a romantic move that had her all flustered but he kept moving, looking around at the various tattoo artists. And also for a way downstairs to the underground club.After staring at eachother for a little longer than they probably should have, Hellek and Ashleigh eventually found themselves upstairs in the main area of Hellek's penthouse apartment once again...
"Ahhh, home sweet home," the man said, taking his jacket off and hanging it on the coat pillar by the door. He had dressed fairly lowkey, wearing sandy brown boots, dark blue jeans, and a concrete grey t-shirt that showed off the lower half of the tattoo sleeve on his right arm.
"So," he said, turning to Ashleigh, "I'll get the brownies started and you can tell me how you like em. In the meantime, what are you in the mood for as far as dinner goes? Feel free to start working up any kind of meal you like. My kitchen is pretty well stocked and yours to play around in. 'Mi Casa es tu Casa, bueno?'"
He'd never admit it, but Hellek had learned many of the languages he knew for selfish, flirting reasons. The fact that they helped with his work was a nice bonus. Whether or not Ashleigh knew spanish or not, he had learned it because of how warm and sexy it sounded when spoken well. His past escapades with women more than backed that theory up.The drive back to Hellek's apartment was a short one, as was the elevator ride upstairs. Within twenty minutes, the pair were back in the penthouse.
As soon as they were inside, Hellek took off his jacket and boots, and then turned to Ashleigh. "On the couch. Take a seat. I'm going to get my med-kit from right over there," he said, pointing to underneath the television. He had several medical kits in his place. You never knew when and where you might need one. He walked over to the drawers of the wooden stand under the television, opening it and pulling out a large white briefcase.
"Tell me where it hurts," he instructed as he turned around, walking towards her again.And with that, the couple drifted off to sleep, the hound protectively hugging his most prized possession. He didn't remember his dreams for that night, but then again he didn't have any need for them. He was living it.
True to his words, a few short hours later a delivery arrived at the apartment. Hellek went down to get the items, and in a few minutes he returned dragging a Christmas tree behind him and a box of trimmings on one of his shoulders.
The brisk closing of a door signalled the return of the hound himself. He was dragging a tree in and carrying a box of trimmings. He was grinning quite a bit. He had never done this before. Hopefully it was as fun as the movies made it look.
“Yo! Babe! Look what I brought! Come on, get your ass out here, or I’ll come in there and carry you out,” he called in a tone that was equally loving and teasing.