One

The street was lit by a couple lamps, and the sound of traffic was echoing through the night. They were standing near an alleyway, stopping any passing drivers. They all wore similar clothing; usually a short skirt, a cropped top and some sort of fishnets. They smiled and laughed with their "customers", some of them negotiating a sale while others waited for another car.

Prostitution was pretty common in this area of town, and as a policeman, Alfred F. Jones didn't like it. He'd arrested many girls here before, but there was one in particular. One he was watching at the moment from his car. The windows were tinted, which gave away he was part of the police force, but no one seemed to pay any mind to him. He wasn't arresting anyone right now, so it was as if he wasn't even there.

Anya Braginski was leaned against the alley wall, smirking. She was adorned in "casual" dress, wearing a short, pleated pink skirt and a tight, cropped white halter. She wore fishnet stockings, as well as her nicest black stilettos. Her make-up consisted of dark, sparkly blue eye shadow and a coral-colored lipstick for complimentary colors. She was laughing casually with the girl next to her before turning to glance at the police car.

Alfred knew she couldn't see him, but he turned away anyway. He'd come here all the time, just watching her, but never arresting her. He never understood why. After a few moments, he turned back, but Anya was gone. He groaned, leaning back against the leather seats of the car, closing his eyes. A tap came from the window and he jumped, Anya smiling through the glass. She couldn't see him, but she knew he was watching her.

"Open up, darling~" she cooed, batting her eyelashes. Alfred sat for a bit, trying to act as if he wasn't there. He didn't want to deal with her up front, and so sat quietly, praying she'd leave. Anya smirked and kissed the glass, leaving a coral lip-print on the window, before asking again. Reluctantly, Alfred cracked the window slightly, allowing her to see at least his eyes, which seemed to be a part of an unhappy expression.

"Boss says you buy, arrest, or get out, hun~"

Before he had a chance to pick which choice he wanted, Anya pulled open the door to the driver's seat to see him fully. He was adorned in the original police uniform, weapons and all, but he was different in the way he wore a bomber jacket as well. It was a unique touch. Anya leaned over, using the car for support, chuckling slightly as he looked away from the cleavage that was showing from her position.

"Y'know, you have to quit doing this."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He turned back to glare at her. He'd never admit it to himself, much less Anya, that she was right. Why did he continue to do this? He knew it always ended up the same way; a long drive home and maybe an arrest, if he remembered to do so.

"We both know you sit here and watch me, darling," she giggled softly, sitting herself down sideways on his lap and leaving the door open. "So why not arrest me already~?"

"You'd enjoy it too much, darling." He hissed the word, unhappy with the compromising position he was allowing himself to fall into.

She frowned, sticking her bottom lip out in a pouty expression. She had work to do and customers to attend to, and she clearly wasn't getting anywhere by playing nice with the man. She wrapped an arm around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder. Alfred stayed strong, however, avoiding her gaze and sitting dead still.

"Come on, Alfred…" she whispered, picking her head up and moving her lips close to his, "cuff me… you know you want to~"

He twitched at that, glancing at her from the corner of his eye and scowling. He gulped, beginning to get nervous. Damn… How did this always happen to him with her? This was exactly why he didn't want to talk to her up front. Anya leaned in for the kiss, feeling triumphant as she locked her lips with his.

The kiss was sensual, lasting a few long moments before Alfred ripped himself away, his cheeks rosy. Anya frowned, moving in to try again, but he was faster. He grabbed her arm, pushing her out of the car and against the hood of the vehicle. She squeaked, before chuckling as he bent her over, cuffing her hands behind her back.

"You're no fun, darling~!" she laughed, not even attempting to fight back. Alfred simply rolled his eyes as he finished locking the cuffs.

"Yeah, I'll bet you're used to that position."

"Oh don't lie; you loved it~"

Alfred didn't reply. He'd never admit it, but he had enjoyed it somewhat, and to him this was a bad sign. He couldn't let her in his head. He grabbed Anya and placed her in the back seat before getting in the driver's seat himself. He put the car in drive, slamming on the gas. Anya yelped, the sudden movement forcing her back in her seat. The drive was quiet for a while, awkwardly silent. Anya had a miffed look upon her face, clearly bored.

"…So you're really arresting me, huh?"

"You need to be put away."

He kept his eyes on the road, mumbling some things under his breath. Anya looked out the window, sneaking a sideways glance at him. Her wrists were q bit sore from the cuffs now, but she was working on that. She leaned forward, smirking, licking his cheek. The car made a sudden swerve as Alfred squeaked, jumping. He pulled the car over as Anya wriggled her way into the passenger's seat.

"Are you trying to get us killed?" His face was red, and his heart was still racing. He wiped the excess saliva off his cheek with the sleeve of his jacket.

"I'm bored~!"

"That's no reason to distract me while I'm driving!"

She plopped back into his lap, legs apart. "You should've cuffed me to the door or something…" she chuckled, holding the cuffs up on her finger, "You should know I've dealt with my share of these~"

He gulped; why was he not surprised she could pick handcuffs? He attempted to push her off of him, getting more and more frustrated. Anya kissed him again, this time more urgently, clasping his face to hers. Alfred's struggles weakened as he attempted to pull her away, noticing her hands slowly sliding down his sides. She bit his lip lightly, moving one hand up to run her fingers through his hair.

They stayed like this for a bit, their lips molding to each others, when finally Anya pulled away softly, chuckling softly in his ear.

"That's quite a gun you have there, officer~"

His face was as red as red could go, and he finally used all his strength to push her off of him, turning away. Anya sat back in the passenger's seat contently, crossing her legs, laughing.

"Admit it! You find me attractive, don't you officer~?"

He ignored her, trying to calm himself down. What was he doing? Anya noticed his silence and so kept to herself, putting her hands down at her sides.

"Hands where I can see them, woman."

He'd started the car again, and was driving a bit faster than he was supposed to. Anya rolled her eyes, crossing her arms, looking out the window for the jail. She was waiting for him to pull into the parking lot, but she quickly grew puzzled as they passed right by it. She looked at Al, a sarcastic smile on her face.

"Darling, the jail is that way."

"I know."

"…Then where are you taking me?"

"My apartment."

She stared, shocked. Alfred kept his eyes on the road, feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks. Anya smiled, laughing and leaning back in her seat, closing her eyes, making herself comfortable. It was going to be a long ride.

"You'd better believe I'm charging you for this~"