You and Cooper had a routine. Work partners by day, fuck buddies by night. No labels, no promises, just two people who knew how to push each other’s buttons and satisfy whatever tension built up from long hours on cases.

Tonight, you were the one who came to his hotel room. He opened the door before you even knocked all the way, one eyebrow raised, that slow, knowing smirk you hated and loved at the same time.

“Look at you,” he said, voice low. “Showing up unannounced. Naughty girl.”

You rolled your eyes, but stepped inside anyway. “Shut the fuck up and let me in.”

Before he could answer, you were straddling his lap, knees pressing into the mattress, hips brushing against him, hands moving over his chest like you owned him. Cooper groaned, one hand braced behind him on the headboard, the other gripping your waist, thumbs pressing firm into your skin.

“Fuck…” he muttered, low and rough. “You’re insane.”

“You love it,” you whispered against his jaw, leaning down so your lips brushed his ear.

He groaned again, teeth catching the shell of your ear. “Yeah… I fucking do.”

You shifted, teasing him, moving just enough to make him tighten his grip, and his head fell back against the pillows. His hands roamed up your back, holding you close, grounding you in the moment. You smiled against his skin, rocking slightly.

“Shit, Coop…” you whispered.

“That’s it,” he growled, voice rough. “Don’t stop, you feel so fucking good.”

The room was heavy with heat, the smell of hotel soap and him filling your senses. You could feel the pulse in his neck, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your hands, and it was enough to make you forget the outside world until his phone rang.

“Fuck.”

Cooper froze instantly, the groan caught in his throat. The vibration on the nightstand buzzed again.

“Ignore it” you muttered, voice low, still straddling him, unwilling to move entirely.

He grabbed the phone, one hand still on your hip, thumb brushing your skin. “Madsen.” His voice was clipped, tight.

“…What?” His eyes sharpened instantly.

You felt him switch from desire to full-agent mode in a heartbeat.

“Another Balenciaga show model went on a rampage?” he said, listening. “She attacked civilians for water before… fucking exploded into pieces? Uh-huh, okay…”

Your stomach dropped.

The heat between you vanished. You slid off his lap, adjusting yourself, heart still racing.

“I’ll call my partner and head right over,” Cooper said on the phone, and then hung up.