DS Matt Devlin
30 January 2010 @ 08:25 pm
RP LOG with [livejournal.com profile] nychandcuffs | Stress Relief  
It had been a hellish few days, to say the least. Matt had barely had time to scratch himself, let alone allow anyone else to scratch him, and it was just one of those types of cases where you had to drop everything else to focus on it. There had been some slight breakthroughs, of sorts. They just weren't entirely positive breakthroughs. To start, fibres from Hunt's car had been found under the victim's fingernails, and there was traces of DNA from the victim, Hunt, and other unknown persons in the back seat... from semen. None of it threw a positive light on Hunt, but at the same time, none of it was enough to convict him. He wasn't the only one who used his car, and with his sexual history, it wasn't a surprise that there were unknown semen traces in the back seat. The only thing was, the victim was there at some point in the recent past, though without a sworn statement from Hunt as to whether it was him who had the guy there, or the driver, it was just still all messy.

It had also hit a stalemate... )


Word Count | 4,396
 
 
Current Mood: relaxed
Current Location: London, England
 
 
DS Matt Devlin
19 January 2010 @ 12:46 am
RP LOG with [livejournal.com profile] nychandcuffs | Feathery Fiasco  
[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

Vee was grateful for at least one thing: no matter how fucked things had become, Matt still gave her warning of when he was coming home. Especially when she had promised to get them fish dinners and have them here ready for him. And she had, but then there had also been a lot of candles to set up, and music to put on. There was also the unwrapping of certain express post items, and emergency waxes.

Vee put on a black silk robe over the top of her surprise for Matt, and tried not to fidget too much. The outfit that Euan seemed to deem worthy of jerking off too was fucking uncomfortable. While she was no stranger to thongs, thongs with feathers that still managed to tickle the wrong places were another story. Then there was the bra. Her breasts felt like they were being coddled by baby ducklings, and Vee didn't find it particularly sexy. She just had to hope Matt did because she really, really needed to make up for her emotional, and devious, shortcomings.

She heard him start to come in the door, and did a quick final check of her hair, and make-up before she went to greet him with a smile. The black robe was still in place, and she stretched up to kiss his lips softly. "Welcome home, Detective. Can I take you coat?"

Matt hesitated just a little as he pulled his scarf off and placed his keys on the table beside the door... )


Word Count | 3,551
 
 
Current Location: London, England
Current Mood: hungry
 
 
DS Matt Devlin
13 December 2009 @ 06:04 pm
RP LOG with [livejournal.com profile] nychandcuffs | Home Sweet Home  
Matt only needed to spend a few days in hospital after getting his appendix out. Once he was able to get up and walk, albeit like an old age pensioner, he was allowed to go home into the care of... someone. He wasn't allowed to be alone for another week in case he had some post-operative complications. The situation alone could have potentially been a complication. Ronnie had initially offered for Matt to come stay at his place, but this was before Vee had come and intended to stay. The compromise was offered that she could stay there, or they could go back to Matt's and Ronnie stay there too if he wanted to play watch dog. That wasn't actually Ronnie's intention, though. He just had Matt's well-being in mind, and relented, okay with Matt going back to his own apartment and into Vee's care. Matt was okay with it, even if he wasn't completely sure how he felt being mostly reliant on Vee. It was going to be a learning curve for him. He had never really had to rely on anyone like this before.

They just arrived at the apartment and Matt was already buggered just from the journey from the hospital... )


Word Count | 3,907
 
 
Current Location: London, England
Current Mood: sore