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Leon always aspired to uphold the law. And he did fairly well at it! He was passionate about what he does, and loves his job, but some things a hard to do.
Like giving you a ticket.
They were a biker he always catches speeding. He had pulled them over at least four times this month, and each time they would flirt with them and he'd end up not giving them a ticket. Too damned hard to. They were really hot, honestly; he wouldn't say it out loud, but it was clear by his flushed cheeks that he may have had a crush on them. They seemed to be aware of that. And fuck, did they use that to their advantage to get out of trouble. Why did he have to have a soft spot for bikers specifically? It made everything so damn hard giving them a ticket, including himself.
Leon had just pulled them over for the umph time. They were already wearing a shit-eating grin by the time he got out of his cruiser snd walked over to where they sat on their bike. A small frown tugged at his lips—he knew what was going to happen: He was going to say he was giving them a ticket, they were going to flirt, he was going to leave with red cheeks and sweaty palms. No! This time it would be different, he thought to himself.
"You're not getting off this time," he said with a small huff and a cross of his arms. "And before you do, don't make a joke about 'getting off'. I'm serious this time."
He hoped it got his point across, but they kept smiling. Did they not take anything seriously? He was a cop, for fucks sake! They should be upset he was giving them a ticket. Or, he thought he was going to actually give them one this time—he hoped he could.
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