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Reminder to all of you beauties an’ all that who like to test me. Today’s not a ‘get out of jail’ free card day. You’ll do time in holding, listening to ‘Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree’ for 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨.
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Gavin’s grimace had Valen respond with a deep hearty laugh. The eggnog was utter shit, got to thank the higher ups for this.
Gently, he removed the cup and with a ‘𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨‘ he kissed Gavin on the lips. Swiping Gavin off the horrid tasting eggnog.
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he tries to keep his mouth shut .
but , despite himself , a sip does end up going into his mouth . the surly detective pulling a face almost the second it touches his tongue .
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Valen’s dark eyes tracked the rise of a flush, appreciatively. Merry Christmas to him. He snorted, shook his head and placed his warmed palm on Camden’s shoulder.
“ shit — it could taste like horse water for all I care, sweetheart. Matters is you made it. Hadn’t had
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that done for me since I was a kid. ”
Camden’s rising question had Val clear his throat, hand rubbing at his jaw. Bravado slightly slipping.
“ — yeah , ” He cleared his throat, again. “ Collected some and whitened them. Thought you’d ‘ppreciate something like that. …
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The police chief stands, unmoving. Valen could and would easily withstand stubbornness — he enjoyed whittling it to the point he found a soft spot and got ‘em to crack.
He taps on the cup, again. Other hand moving to trace along the sharp, stubbled, jut of his jaw.
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being true to his character , gavin's mouth remained stubbornly closed , eyes firmly fixed on val .
unfortunately , that means he can't get in a snarky comment either , without getting a mouthful of the eggnog .
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Valen leans in. Smirk lopsided as he teased the cup at Gavin’s lips. His forefinger tapped the cup.
“ Now, where’s your festive cheer, sweetheart? You can take it like this or from my mouth. ”
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