Drunken Carmelita

Sly was casually strolling on the rooftops of Paris. He enjoyed the wind blowing through his fur, especially after crawling out from a stuffy air vent. He and his gang had just successfully pulled off another daring heist and Bentley and Murray were just now taking their price to the hideout. There had been exhibit on rare rings in the museum. Bentley had read about it a week before the grand opening and made a plan. Pulling off the heist had been fun, but Sly couldn't help but to feel that something was missing.

"Let's see... I broke in, Bentley hacked the security system, I avoided the guards, cleaned off all the showcases, thought about how I should give one of the rings to Carmelita..." Sly flow of thought cut when the vixen came to his mind.

"Where is she? She's usually at the crime scene by now" Sly wondered.

"I hope nothing's happened to her..." he thought ominously, but then had a thought.

He contacted Bentley: "Hey, Bent, did you notice something off with our robbery just now?"

"Well... nothing, except deducing from your the silence at your end, Inspector Fox is not yet at least shooting and cursing you in Spanish" the turtle answered.

"Yesh... That's what I was thinking... Say, Bentley, could you find out why she isn't here yet?" Sly asked.

Bentley sighed at hearing this.

"Well if you must now. Hold on a minute" came an answer and a noise of typing.

Sly stopped and held his breath.

"It says here that she's on a... holiday?" Bentley informed, sounding surprised.

"On a holiday? Since when is Carmelita on holidays?" Sly asked, just as surprised as his turtle friend.

"I have no idea, Sly, but we should just be grateful for an opportunity to pull off at least one heist without her on our tails"

"Aww, come on, pal, I'm really the only one she chases and I enjoy every second of it" Sly retorted smirking.

"Yes, that's what worries me..." Bentley answered.

"You know what, Bentley? I think I'm gonna go check on her" Sly announced abruptly.

"What!? Why!?" the turtle exclaimed in shock.

"Really, Bentley, ya know full well why he's going"Murray interjected.

Another sigh from Bentley.

"Fine, but it's your funeral, pal" Bentley said and hung up.

Sly chuckled and headed towards the vixen's apartment.

Once there, Sly perched himself on a windowsill and began working on the lock of the window. Carmelita had put a lock on every possible entrance for Sly to use to break into her apartment, but of course they didn't stop the raccoon. Very soon the lock let out a satisfying "click" and the window slid open. Sly slipped into a spacious living room and looked around in the dark. When he saw nothing notable he walked to the bedroom door and carefully slid it open and peered inside. What he saw surprised him: The bed was empty, there was no one there.

"Where could she be at this hour?" Sly thought.

He pondered for a moment before bringing his hand to his ear.

"Bentley, she's not home. Could you please locate her?"

"Fine! But seriously the funeral is yours"

"Just do it"

Sigh and typing.

"She's in the address Rue de la Post 89"

"Thanks, pal"

He got no answer.

Sly climbed out of the window, onto the roof and broke into a run.

"Here we are, Rue de la Post 89" the raccoon thought, looking around for any sign of Carmelita.

But all he could see were some little shops and a pub. Sly scanned the area once more and stopped his gaze to the bar.

"Could she really be in a... pub?" Sly questioned.

He shrugged. "Why not?"

The raccoon walked into the pub. It was just a small, dimly lit room. In the corner was small stage, in the middle there were just some tables with a few customers sitting and drinking. The left side of the pub was dominated by a counter and at it sat a familiar looking vixen...

"Carmelita" Sly said out loud as he began to make his way to the fox.

He was close to her when a silent voice asked:

"Going for the vixen?"

Sly spun around and saw an elderly tiger with a bottle of rum. (Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum...)

"Yes" he answered curtly.

The tiger chuckled.

"I wish you luck with her. She can be rather temperamental"

"Trust me, I know" Sly smirked before continuing his way to Carmelita.

He sat next to her and was about to say something but was cut off by Carmelita: "How many times do I have to fold it into your thick skulls, I am not interested"

She had a light slur in her voice indicating that she had already drunken a decent amount of alcohol. Sly had never seen Carmelita like this and the sight of the drunken vixen made him chuckle.

Carmelita tensed immediately and turned her head.

"Cooper" she whispered.

"Hello, inspector"

"Oh, Sly it's so good to see you!" Carmelita exclaimed quietly and smiled brightly.

"... What?"

Sly was very confused from the vixen's words.

"How did you find me here?" she asked.

"What...? Oh, Bentley traced your cell" Sly answered, still baffled by the sudden turn of events.

"Did he now? Don't tell me you were that desperate to see me" Carmelita asked teasingly.

Now Sly was just shocked.

"Um.. Carm, how much have you drunk?"

"I don't know. Haven't paid much attention" she answered casually.

"Perhaps you should go home" Sly suggested.

"Are you trying to get me alone with you? Is that what you're trying, Cooper, huh?" Carmelita asked leaning forwards and Sly couldn't help but a to blush.

"Aww, is my raccoon blushing"

"My raccoon? Did she just say my raccoon?" Sly thought.

"I... um... that is..." he stuttered.

"Come on, let's go" Carmelita said getting up.

She walked surprisingly well considering the amount of alcohol she'd consumed.

Sly was still very confused, but followed the vixen nonetheless. Upon passing the tiger's table Sly saw him wink at him.

"Hrr... it's so cold" Carmelita said, shivering. She had no jacket or anything.

Sly hesitated for a moment, but after deciding that she probably wouldn't mind, he put an arm around her.

"Better?"

"Mm... much better. You're really warm" Carmelita said and snuggled closer to the raccoon.

They began walking to her apartment.

"Carm, why are on a holiday?" Sly asked suddenly.

"My boss forced me. He said I was working too much"

"He's right there. You tend to overwork a little"

Carmelita frowned.

"Really?"

Sly nodded.

They arrived at her apartment and she opened the door. Sly let go of Carmelita and didn't follow her inside.

"I guess I'll be going now..." he said rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh, no you won't" Carmelita said and pulled him inside.

She dragged Sly to the living room and sat him on the couch. She sat next to him. They were silent for awhile until Carmelita broke it:

"I was really mad at my boss first for suspending me like that, but now I'm just happy he did"

"Why's that?" Sly asked.

"Because now I ran into you"

"And why is that a good thing?"

Carmelita suddenly shinned up to Sly's lap.

"Because I love you, Sly Cooper" she said before wrapping her arms around him pressing her lips to his.

Sly was beyond shocked from the vixen kissing him, but after composing himself for a minute Sly grabbed her waist and returned the kiss. After a moment of kissing the raccoon felt a pair of hands removing his shirt. Once Carmelita had thrown it away she turned to admire Sly's toned chest. She pressed her hands on it and leaned to kiss him again.

"Carmelita, wait" Sly said suddenly.

"What?" the vixen asked.

"I can't"

She was quiet for a moment.

"Why not?"

"You're drunk" he said, "It just doesn't feel right"

"It's okay, Sly. I'm not that drunk"

"Yes, you are. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you. I don't want to do that"

"Sly, please" she pleaded.

"Carmelita, I love you and I promise you this: If you're just as eager to have sex next time we're both sober, then I won't say no"

"But I won't remember anything tomorrow. I never do"

"I'll get you to remember and besides, now I know you love me" Sly answered smiling.

She sighed.

"Fine"

Carmelita yawned and Sly chuckled.

"Are you tired?"

She nodded.

"I'll take you to bed" Sly whispered.

He scooped her up bridal style and carried to the bed. He pulled the covers over her and was about to leave, when Carmelita grabbed his hand.

"Don't go, Sly. Stay here with me" she pleaded.

"Are you sure? What about when you wake up not remembering anything?" Sly asked and was really little worried.

"You'll wake up before me anyway" she answered, "Just come here"

...

"Alright"

He laid down next to her. She turned and wrapped her arms around him and Sly in return pulled her close.

"Good night, Sly"

"Good night, Carm"

"Oh and just that you know: My shockpistol is in the nightstand drawer with the hand (yawn) cuffs"

It would seem I need to make this a twoshot, but whatever. To those who are still waiting an update on one of my three other stories: I'm sorry, but I'm facing a little writer's block and I was hoping this would help with it. Review and stuff...