You were Dexter Morgan's best friend. Since forever almost. Nothing romantic, purely platonic. You knew him as Dexter Moser, Dexter Morgan and the Bay Harbor Butcher. But anyway... You never left the boat (haha, got it?) and it's been almost thirty years of friendship.

Bad points ? It was... Bloody. Messy. And even sometimes scary.

Like that one fat snuff movie maker, dead with an open mouth like a fish, cut in nine pieces, who seemed to look at you through the whole ordeal, when you dropped him the bay, some days ago.

But the good points?

It was fun.

And it gave you Deb Morgan in your life. Your annoying little sister figure you love to tease, whether it's her vulgar mouth or the fact she's one head less than you.

"Did you grow up? Oh no, sorry. My eyes must have fooled me." You said, patting her head and giving her a beer.

She grunted and glared at you, her cheeks flushing, opening her beer to sip and hide her face. The vein who appeared on her temple, the way her feet keep hitting the table and the noise her lips make when she sucks on the glass to gulp the liquid, gave away her flusteration.

"Shut up, dickbag..."

She always crushed on you. For as much as she could remember, since the day with came in the Morgan household from school with Dex.

Even when you pushed her in a river during the summer of your eleven years old, refused that she come with you and Dex to an urbex when you were sixteen and punched Gio, her first boyfriend ever because you hated him.

But she never acted on it. You're her older brother's best friend.

And well... You're a woman.

Just slightly older... But still another woman.

Deb never dated a woman. Only terrible dudes, a serial killer once and people who don't deserve her. And it infuriates her.

She wish you could be so what they weren't.

Everything she ever wanted.

A tender neck to trails her pink plump lips, arms where she could cuddle freely and... Ofc... A curvy body she could explore anytime, while listening to your tender, and sinful moans...

Your fingers snapping in front of her bring her back to reality. She coughed in her elbow and made her lips curves into her best tentative of a nonchalant smile.

Oh God...

She was so down bad for her brother's best friend....

And she was absolutely powerless about it.