“So you’re telling me that when you start working again, you want to make sure all your shifts are different from Dom’s? You two got more personal shit happening again?” Chief asked. I sighed a heavy sigh.

“Yes, he’s a fucking stalker. I have half a mind to go get a restraining order against him if he keeps this shit up.” I answered in anger. “I’d like to be able to keep the same shift as all my buddies, but if you want to switch me to a different one, I’ll make do with that too. Just as long as I don’t have to deal with him anymore.”

“Alright. Well. I’ll see what I can do. I’ll let you know what I’ve worked out the schedule. You’re doc did give you the all clear to come back to work right?”

“Yes, Chief, we’ve already talked about that.” I answered.

“I just wanted to make sure the answer was still the same. Let’s get you back on the clock next week. Anything else?” He asked.

“Yeah. Uh… until further notice, I’ll need to be off on Tuesdays. I have scheduled weekly appointments for something, and I don’t want to be on a call when I need to be at the appointment.” I told him, making sure to be both truthful and as vague as possible. He didn’t need to know what the appointments were for since the issue didn’t affect my work anyway, but he did need to know I couldn’t work Tuesdays for now.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, voice laced with concern.

“Yeah. I’m okay. Or at least, I’m working on that. But I’m fully capable of working any other day of the week.” I told him.

“Alright. I’ll keep that in mind. See you next week kiddo.” I was always grateful to have such an understanding, and chill chief.

“Thanks Chief. See ya.” I left the office, and went back to Vincent’s car. He’d waited out in the parking lot when I told him I only needed to a few minutes to talk about my schedule. It was not good timing, as we were in the middle of talking about my fantasy, when we drove by the station and the thought occurred to me that I could try starting with getting a different shift so I had to see Dominic as absolutely little as possible.

“Got everything settled?” Vincent asked as I got back in the car.

“Yep. Let’s go. I’m hungry, wanna stop and pick up dinner tonight or do you prefer cooking?” I asked.

Lately, Vincent’s been really good at making sure I’m well fed, making breakfast, lunch, and dinner for me. I know we have that dynamic where he enjoys taking care of me, and I enjoy that too, but I feel useless when he does everything for me, and I can’t do anything for him. So maybe if we could just do one meal where he wasn’t cratering to me… I might feel a little better. Even if it wasn’t me who cooked it.

“I suppose it would hurt to eat out once in a while. What do you feel like?” Vincent conceded without any convincing necessary.

“When was the last time you had Korean Barbeque?” I asked, earning myself a raised eyebrow from Vincent.

“You’re joking right? I could make that better than some themed restaurant, in my sleep.” Vincent gave a very ungentlemanly like snort.

“All I’m hearing is that you know how to cook traditional Korean meals, and you haven’t done that for me yet?!” I chuckled as I teased him.

“You seem more like an all American cuisine type of man. I wasn’t sure you’d be up for trying other cultural foods. I’m a quite skilled home cook, not to toot my own horn. I know how to cook a variety of meals.” He told me, as he turned to head toward the cute area of Carmel-by-the-Sea.

“I mean… I like you, don’t I?” I gave him my best flirty grin.

“I am not food.” He blushed beautifully.

“I beg to differ. You are absolutely my favorite meal. If I could survive off you alone, you know damn well, I would.” I grabbed the hand he’d had on the gear shifter, and moved it to my lap, never more grateful for an automatic than this moment. I guided his hand slowly up my thick thigh, pulling it more to the inner part of my thigh.

“Roy.” Vincent’s voice held a warning tone, that I didn’t want to heed.

“Vincent.” I mocked his tone with more of a flirty undertone.

“Don’t distract me while I’m driving.” He warned again. Still ignoring his warning, I pulled his hand up higher, until his pinky brushed against my bulge, sending delicious shivers through my body.

“It’s not a distraction if you keep your eyes on the road.” I released his hand, but he didn’t move it away. I smirked, knowing he was enjoying this as much as I was. “Looks like you could use some help over there. And all I did was tease you a little.” His face flushed even more.

“You’re acting awfully brash, Roy.” Vincent side eyed me. He moved his hand off my leg and grunted softly as he slyly readjusted himself.

I stared hard at him, waiting for some sort of tell, some sort of permission, some sort of anything to tell me to continue. And at first, I couldn’t find anything giving away that he wanted me to keep going, but when I looked down at his bulge again, I noticed he’d unzipped his pants. Probably to make room for his growing erection.

“Who knew Master was so sensitive to a little flirtatious teasing?” I laughed.

“Roy,” Vincent groaned, less in warning, and more as if he were trying to beg me to help him.

“Yes, Master?” I asked in as sultry a tone as possible, leaning toward him over the middle console.

“I’m going to find a private place to park, then I’m going to punish you for teasing me and testing my patience.” He told me, with no room to argue.

I should have seen that coming. In fact, it was inevitable with how bold I was acting. I’m not even sure what came over me to make me act out like that. But it was so much fun, and definitely worth whatever punishment he gives. The fantasies from earlier began circling through my mind again, playing nasty tricks on me. My blood boiled in all the best ways as I imagined him dressed in a tight fitted dress shirt, with form fitting dress pants, and black leather shoes with a matching belt. The top few buttons opened, exposing his chest. His dominating gaze as he looked down at me. Hair well tamed. Sleeves lazily folded back as he prepared to punish me.

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A/N: So this year, I’m participating in Inksgiving! It ends tomorrow, and it started yesterday, but I’ve been having problems getting my Inksgiving announcement episode to load. My goal in 30,000 inks and I have planned rewards as the progress grows!

5,000 inks = Thanksgiving Dinner party art.

15,000 = art of Vincent in his work clothes ;).

30,000 = Spicy art of Markus and Owen.

I am way late posting this, but hopefully we can make it to 30,000 still!  And thank you to everyone who supports me!