Graffiti Princess

The midriff hoodie pulled tight against her skin as she swayed to the music playing in her left ear. Her right hand methodically moved the spray gun left to right along with the motions of her body.

Her masterpiece was almost finished. Piercing blue eyes stared back at her from the red brick wall, a reflection of her own along with the platinum blonde hair.

"OI! YOU!" A booming voice called from the end of the alley and she automatically pulled away from the wall, bouncing on her feet and assessing the best means of escape.

The man in the blue cops uniform was descending on her quickly, and she had no choice but to run in the opposite direction, dropping her spray can in her wake and hoping to hell he would give up the chase.

Alyssa Miyers could not find herself caught in a back alley spray painting. Her parents would have a conniption.

So she ran. Pulling tight on the cords of her hoodie to stop the fabric from pulling away from her head. Arms pumping by her side and hot breath misting the air in front of her she pushed her legs to be faster, her stride to be wider. But Alyssa could feel the young cop gaining on her, having left the spray can exactly where she had dropped it.

"STOP!" She would do no such thing. In fact, she had distinct plans to do the opposite of anything this police officer told her to do.

The disobedience sent a shiver down her spine and she felt her heart accelerate. Alyssa had always been a bit of a rebel without a cause. Having grown up getting anything her little heart desired, it was hard to imagine the Barbie- like princess being anything except the perfect daughter.

It was a facade that she hated playing, but a role that her society expected of her.

The young brown haired cop then said the words that Alyssa had been dreading hearing, and perhaps the only order she would be willing to listen to.

"Stop! By order of the Imperial Princess!"

She sighed. Why did they always have to bring her into things?

Her heart leapt up into her throat and her hands raised up by her head. She panted as she turned around, trying to keep the fabric of her black hood close. It would do her no favours to be recognised out in this district. Alyssa waited patiently for the policeman to catch up to her.

He was youthful, with cropped brown hair and sharp cheekbones, his eyes were a well of muddy chocolate and Alyssa wondered about what colours she would use to paint them. The slightly reflective nametag on his left breast pocket read 'Gabriel' and she rolled the name around on her tongue as he approached.

Perhaps she would paint him with wings, like his angelic namesake.

"Why'd you run?" His voice was accusing, sharp, and his eyes roamed her tight frame assessing. Perhaps he thought she was a street thug with hidden weapons. Considering the part of town that she found herself in, she couldn't exactly blame the assumption.

She gestured down the street towards her most recent piece of art, not trusting the high class accent she was sure to have. It wasn't a terrible crime, but she'd heard of people getting beaten by cops for less. Though Alyssa had to admit that the man in front of her didn't exactly seem like the sort.

Gabriel ran a hand through his short hair shaking his head, obviously he was used to it being longer. A relatively new recruit to the force by the shine of his nametag and the overall innocence that radiated from the young man.

"Look, what's your name?"

Alyssa shook her head, and the angelic officer pressed his lips into a disappointed line. Her heart ached to disappoint him. But she'd been on this side of town before, the alleyways littered with her artwork, and she had learned quickly not to give her name to anyone.

Last time she had been locked in her room for a week. And had a guard for the next month that followed her everywhere.

The cop shoved his hands deep into his navy pants pockets, kicking at the ground before his dark eyes found her face again. Even though she was shrouded in darkness Alyssa still turned her face away, anything to not give her identity away.

"At least tell me if you're the one who's been takin' over the suburb walls and making them all beautiful?"

Blush crept up Alyssa's cheeks and she dipped her head shyly. It wasn't often that her artistry was complimented. But she thought it was better than the stuff that had been scrawled on the walls before she had conquered the territory for herself. She was torn between ego and practicality when her first few paintings had stayed on the alley walls she had sprayed. Either way it gave her the motivation to keep going.

Gabriel stepped closer, his breath mingling with hers, but his eyes were back down the alleyway, and delight danced in his eyes.

"Will you show me?"

Warmth spread through Alyssa's shoulders and down her chest. She was rarely ever alone with anyone, let alone a cute police officer that had an interest in her art. Quickly she moved back towards her latest artwork, the soft thud of Gabriel's leather boots behind her as she picked up the yellow spray can.

Alyssa handed the can over to Gabriel, their eyes meeting in the light for the first time. Shock and recognition flared through those chocolate depths and his fingers brushed hers accidentally. He took a step back, a hand going across his heart as he began to stammer out an apology.

She held up a hand and the once formidable police officer stopped in his tracks. Alyssa smiled softly. Perhaps there was still a chance to pretend.

"You don't need to do that here." She gestured to the empty alleyway before biting on her bottom lip. "I'd actually very much prefer if you didn't, and you just pretend I'm another vandal."

Gabriel barked out a laugh, his eyes crinkling. "If I was going to treat you like any other vandal I'd have to get these bad boys out." He tapped at the silver handcuffs attached to the left hand side of his pants.

Alyssa turned a quick look up and down the alleyway. Would she ever have another opportunity like this? An opportunity to make her own choices and break another one of the society's rules?

"Maybe I would like that." She suggested quietly, eyes dipping low to those handcuffs and the width and breadth of his pants beyond them.

The police officer gulped audibly, and she saw the slight jump in his pants at the innuendo. Alyssa stepped forward, the air between the pair becoming thin and charged with the electricity of the moment.

"Would you like to tie me up, Officer Gabriel?" One hand pulled down her hood and twirled at a strand of her blonde hair while the other danced over the buttons of his shirt and the muscles underneath.

A devilish smile was all she got in return before her back was pressed against the red brick behind her and her hands were forced above her head. Her small wrists held together with one of the officers as he smiled down at her.

"Yes, Miss Miyers, I think I would." Gabriel's voice was quiet in her ear even as his spare hand found itself up and under her hoodie, a small grunt escaping his lips as he found the woman without an undershirt or bra.

His lips clasped around her earlobe as his fingers brushed over her skin lightly. Alyssa arched her back into the sensation, her breath hitching and a small noise escaping as the man pinched at the nipple. She raised one leg, wrapping it around the officers waist and erasing all measure of space between them.

Even through the thick navy pants she could feel him. A breathy moan as he pulled at her sensitive nerves and she grinded herself against him. This was all she had ever wanted from her previous boyfriends, who all treated her like she was too precious for any type of actual pleasure.

"God." She shut her eyes against the pleasure radiating from her nipple downwards and strained against the hand holding her hostage. "Please."

Alyssa Miyers had never begged before, but as her black hoodie frayed the new paint she had recently sprayed on the wall behind her, she found herself begging for the policemans cock to be buried inside of her.

Gabriel found himself inclined to give the little vandal anything she wanted, the feeling of her thin leggings rubbing against him was driving him wild. He released her thin wrists and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her leggings.

In one foul swoop she was naked from the waist down and he was hoisting her upwards, her thin, toned legs wrapping around him expertly. She was situated perfectly, her dampness wetting the front of his pants as she sighed briefly from the feeling of him being so close.

The officer held up the thin woman before him with one hand as his other fumbled with his belt and the zip of his pants before they finally fell around his ankles. His underwear was pushed to one side and Gabriel lined himself up with Alyssa's entrance.

"Say yes." He murmured in her ear, both hands finally coming to rest on her splendid ass. His fingers stretched and clenched into the firm muscle back there. Alyssa could tell that he was having trouble containing himself from slamming into her.

"Yes." The word was barely past her lips when Gabriel pushed into her, stretching and filling her void with his width and length.

Alyssa shuddered around the fullness and the officer breathed heavily in her ear, letting her settle into the feeling before pulling out slightly, only to push back in, further and faster. She groaned loudly, tossing her head back as the tip of his cock pressed against that glorious spot deep in her chamber.

Sharp, shaped nails dug into his muscled shoulders, bunching the shirt into her fists as he continued to move within her. In and out Gabriel bounced her on his cock, his pace relentless despite the fact that she was beginning to shake and convulse around him. Breathless moans coursing through the air around them as she squeezed and released him in turn.

Close. So very, very close.

"Please." She begged once more, a sweeter sound Gabriel had never heard than that breathy word escaping those flushed lips.

He gripped her ass harder, pulling the bottom half of her slightly away from the wall as he pounded at her. Even his training did not prepare him for the physicality of this moment, and he found himself panting, her name a prayer that he continued to mutter under his breath until his fingers clenched. Hard.

A moment later and his thrusting stilled, and in the quiet of the alleyway a small drop of the pair's combined liquid dropped to the stained cobblestone. Carefully he let Alyssa's feet find the ground, and she quickly shimmied the grey leggings up and back onto her waist.

Meanwhile Gabriel turned a critical eye on the paint behind her. "I think we ruined it." He jutted his chin at the wall, and while the heiress in front of him turned to assess he pulled up his pants, fastening them quickly with his belt and smoothing his shirt.

She smirked up at him, pulling the hood back up to cover her features. "I think it's perfect."

Alyssa Miyers turned those blue eyes on him though, the ripple of movement demonstrating just how much paint had transferred from the painting behind her to the black jumper she wore.

She walked purposefully at the painting, the side of her mouth twisting in consideration before she swiped her fingers through the still wet blue paint and turned mischievous eyes on Gabriel.

The officer stayed completely still as the young royal smeared the blue paint gently down his arm and across his shirt, those chaotically beautiful eyes ensaring his.

Once Alyssa was content that he was as much a piece of art as she was, the little vandal sauntered over to where her duffle bag lay forgotten on the floor.

She tossed the duffle bag across her shoulders, and her blue eyes glanced out at the quiet street.

Alyssa turned to look at the officer, her eyes still dancing with the leftover pleasure from their encounter. "Perhaps I'll be seeing you around, Officer Gabriel."

He gulped. He sure hoped he would see the little vandal again. After all, she still owed him a lesson in graffiti.