Disc World, Angua/Carrot, coming off duty
The Watchmen are never really off-duty. Sometimes there simply fails to be a crime major enough to attract their attention for a while.
Angua launches herself at him when the door closes, burying her teeth into his neck. She breathes him in – the scent of sweat and metal and armor and the filth of city. He reeks of power and polite domination.
He doesn’t fight when Angua pushes him back onto the bed. He just smiles up at her from the sheets and holds out a hand.
Angua’s returned expression is more fangs than smile, and she shoves his hand away to straddle him. Carrot moves to take off at least the heavier parts of his uniform, but Angua is only interested in one particular piece of Carrot. Several laces and a protector later, said piece is free of the confines of clothes and happily responding to her semi-violent ministrations .
Then she’s off him and kneeling and it’s in her mouth as she inhales the inherent sweetness of everything that is Carrot, swallowing him deeper and deeper until he cries out.
Angua swallows every drop, licking her lips and eyeing him predatorily.
She sincerely hopes the crime rate stays low, at least a little while longer.