The door crashed open. She ducked, shielding her eyes from the stinging dust blown in by the howling wind. Daring to glance up, she looked through the flying debris trying to make out who had ventured through a duststorm to a downtown gem store.
She cursed inwardly as she made out the unmistakeable silhouette. Tall and wearing that ridiculous triangular hat. Long, red hair whipping around her face, tan leather coat blown tight around her ample figure. There was only one law officer who would answer an alarm on a night like this: Maggie Graves.
Maggie slammed the door shut and the room became eerily quiet. The two women stared at each other, both breathing heavily. Suna could only see Maggie's eyes. Their brilliant blue made all the brighter for the layers of dust coating her hat and the bandana she had pulled over the lower part of her face. maggie's hand dropped casually to the holster draped over her wide hips. She was by no means a small woman, not in any sense of the word. Her high waisted trousers showed off every bulge, every curve and the braces that stretched over her shirt pressed against large, soft breasts.
Still keeping her right hand on her holster, Maggie brushed the dust off her coat and took her hat off, shaking the dust out of her long, wavy red hair. She pulled the bandana down and ran her tongue over her large, generous mouth, trying to get some moisture back into her lips. She really was a very attractive woman but a total "no go" for a thief.
Suna stood up from her crouch, pushing down the neat black skirt of her short corset dress and hitching up the stocking leggings.
'You can take the hand off the holster,' she said, 'You know I'm not armed.'
'I know,' said Maggie, 'But you have a terrible habit of escaping every time I corner you.' The woman was smiling! Her eyes merry, laughter lines deep in her freckled skin - why was this woman always so fucking cheerful!
'I'm not escaping anywhere while that duststorm is raging. You might be loco enough to go out on the streets in that but not me!'
Maggie shrugged and dropped her hand.
'So what was it this time Suna? Thieving for the cartel or was this more personal?'
She sauntered over to the display cabinet that had its door open. Peering in, she whistled.
'Amber nitrate? Very pretty but almost impossible to move... I'm guessing this is personal.'
Suna stepped up next to her and pulled down her hood. Her staight, dark hair tumbled down her back, shining in the dim security lights. She could feel Maggie's eyes on her and tried to ignore the urge to turn her face up and return the look. Instead she reached out and stroked a large piece of amber nitrate carved as a naked woman. She shivered as her skin responded to the vibrations that the beautiful, golden statue gave off.
'Oh this is personal, very personal,' she whispered.
She could still feel Maggie's eyes on her.
'I knew it would be you, you know,' said Maggie, 'I always know when it's you.'
Suna shivered, willing herself not to look up. Maggie's magnetism drew her traitorous eyes away from the amber nitrate figure. Her gaze dragged slowly over Maggie's chest, noticing the strain on her shirt buttons, then over the dusty bandana and up her white throat to her stong chin, the full lips, dark from where the law officer was biting on the bottom one; the straight freckled nose and finally to the deep blue eyes that caught Suna in an intense, heated look. Maggie reached out and pushed back a strand of dark hair from Suna's upturned face, stroking her cheek as she tucked it behind the thief's ear.