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“I have a new assignment.” Flip murmured into your neck, on the first morning he would have to go undercover.
The two of you were laying in bed, white sheets tangled around your naked and sex sweaty bodies as birds chirped outside your bedroom window. You knew Flip worked odd hours, but things had been relatively routine for the past few weeks, and you had been enjoying the stability of falling asleep and waking up together. But it sounded like that was about to change.
You and Flip had been married for almost five years, and you had known him for five years prior to that. Growing up you knew he wanted to be a cop more than anything, and you never once complained about all the downsides that came with the profession. You knew how hard it was for him to go face danger every day, all sorts of danger, but you also knew that he was a good cop, who wanted to keep his town safe.
“Oh?” You asked, eyebrow raised. The Colorado Springs Police sent Flip on a variety of different cases, some more involved than others, and while you were always proud of the work he did, you wanted to know just what he was getting himself into. “Is it a big one?”
Flip’s sigh really was all the answer you needed, but he shrugged and moved about on the bed, situating himself so he could press his nose underneath your left breast. Your hands automatically went to his hair, softly carding them through the dark locks that were slightly knotted with sleep.
You weren’t awake enough to protest when he lifted his head and sucked your nipple into his mouth, not that you really wanted him to stop, you were just still a bit sensitive still from Flip’s morning wake-up call that he liked to give you every day.
He never could get enough of your body, the way you arched for him and moaned his name, but he knew there was something different about this time; depending on how his case goes, it might be one of the last times he ever gets to fuck you awake, so he took great care to make you come as many times as he could in an hour.
It’s not that he was concerned about these hicks that lived on the outskirts of town, it was that he was afraid you’d proverbially kill him if you ever found out what the case entailed. Killed him, or worse, left him. He wasn’t scared of a bunch of people playing dress-up in the woods. No, what he was afraid of was you thinking he really held the values that those people did. He knew you believed in him, and that you loved him more than life itself, but he also knew how you felt about those hate groups, and he didn’t want you knowing he would have to join one for this case.
His goatee was raspy against your skin, but you didn’t mind. It was one of the many things about Flip that you had come to love – that, along with his collection of plaid flannels. He claimed that they never went out of style, and while you loved your lumberjack dearly, you often wondered what the hell he would do if he ever had to go to a fancy dinner party, or meet someone important.
He released your nipple and kissed your sternum, taking in a deep breath like he was savoring the way you smelled.
“I don’t know. It might be nothing, but it might be something.” He said with a groan before pulling away, sitting up with his back to you, rolling his shoulders. Man how you loved to look at him, his strong back, peppered with small beauty marks and lightly dusted with hair that caught the morning sunlight.
You sat up and shuffled behind him, the sheet falling away from your body as you did so. You rested your cheek on his shoulder, and wrapped your arms around his thick torso, letting your hands rub teasing circles onto his abs.
“Can you tell me about it?” You asked trying to be seductive, pressing your chest to his back so he could feel your nipples hardening against his shoulder blades. He was really obsessed with them, and you knew that if there were any tactic into getting what you wanted, it would be to tease him.
“Honey…” Flip warned with a tone that held no real malice.
“Not even a little?” You asked playfully, kissing his up his shoulder to his neck.
“No, honey. I’m sorry.” Flip said, raising one of his hands to lovingly cup your cheek. His hands were huge and warm, but you knew that you weren’t going to get any information out of him.
Giving a playfully dramatic sigh, you flopped down next to him, your head nearly hanging off the bed as you looked at him. Even at this odd angle, you could tell that this case was going to either be dangerous, or emotionally draining, or both.
Flip looked down at you and with the way your hair caught in the sunlight, he was pretty damn sure you were an angel. He gave a silent plea to the universe as he brushed his thumb across your lips, asking whatever powers that be to keep you protected above all else.
“Be safe.” You said like you did every morning.
“Always am.” He said back, like he did every morning.
“Love you.” You puckered your lips for a kiss, and Flip leaned down to meet them, kissing you three times like always, but then going back down for one more.
“Love you more.”
He didn’t know how to tell you about the case without you completely freaking out, so he decided to keep it to himself. He resolved to stick with the confidentiality agreement he signed and went to shower with the case kept locked in his mind.
You were fast asleep by the time he was finished, and he dressed as silently as he could, his eyes lingering on you for a long while before he left.