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The annual police ball was, in Semir's considered opinion, a waste of a perfectly good Friday evening.
He'd said as much to Andre on the drive over, and Andre just kind of ignored him, and now they were here, and Semir was standing with a glass of...champagne? Probably? He didn't know, it wasn't vodka or beer so he knew it wouldn't taste good. Watching his partner of eight years talk to a woman he'd never seen before and feeling an emotion he refused to name.
Detective, from the Wiesbaden unit, apparently they'd crossed paths on some joint case two years ago, Semir didn't remember her. She was tall, around Andre's height, which made Semir feel a little more secure because Andre didn't like tall, he liked short, like him.
That lasted about four minutes.
Then she mentioned martial arts and Andre perked up like a dog that just heard the word walkies, and Semir's small comfort quietly packed its bags and left.
Muay Thai, apparently. She did Muay Thai.
Semir drank his champagne. It tasted like carbonated regret.
Look at his finger, Semir thought, with great intensity, in her direction. It's right there. He's wearing a ring. He's technically my husband, look at the finger, please, my god.
She did not look at the finger.
She touched his arm instead. Third time.
Semir was one mental snap away from tossing the glass dramatically and storming out of there like a diva, but his dignity put him in a chokehold.
"Why do they always only have champagne at these? A bit of a selection wouldn't hurt, what are you up to? Who are we glaring at?" Tom said, appearing at his shoulder.
"Nobody," Semir said dryly.
Tom scanned the room, found Andre and the woman in about three seconds, looked back at Semir. "Who's that?"
"His new wife by the looks of it."
Tom looked at the woman. Looked at Andre. Looked back at Semir. "Well, she's got nicer breasts than you do, it's looking bleak for you, buddy."
Semir shot him a glare. "Thanks, prick. Really feeling the moral support."
Tom grinned and leaned against the high table beside him."What are you even so mad about? They're just talking, you're acting like he's undressing her in front of you."
"He might as well be..." Semir muttered sourly. "He found out she does martial arts and suddenly they're best friends."
Tom raised an eyebrow. "It's Andre we're talking about here, Semir. Of course he's gonna perk up when someone talks about proper knee strikes instead of your 'floor it and pray' philosophy."
"I can fight too."
Tom snorted into his drink.
Semir glared at him."What?"
"What?" Tom parroted.
"What was that supposed to mean? Are you saying I can't?"
Tom looked him up and down."Do you want me to be honest?"
Semir blinked at him."I'm going to be violent in about five seconds, Tom."
Tom laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Relax, relax. I'm just saying this woman probably knows all the proper forms and shit and no offense, but discipline is really not your forte in anything, let alone fighting."
Semir crossed his arms tighter. "I've been in plenty of fights in my ten year career."
Tom chuckled, watching as Andre chatted away with a smile on his lips. Then he looked at Semir's bitter expression."You quickly forgot about the whole deal with Anton, haven't you?"
Semir stared into his glass with sudden interest.
Tom leaned close to Semir's eat, muttering."Little hypocrite."
"That was completely different," Semir defended."Anton wasn't flirting with me."
"Are you sure about that?" Tom raised an eyebrow.
Semir huffed."Yes, I am."
He watched as the woman leaned close to Andre, whispering something in his ear, that absolutely made Semir's blood boil, he slammed the champagne glass on the table, feeling it crack and topple over and turned on his heel."Alright, I think that's enough for me tonight."
Tom watched him stalk away with a puzzled expression."Where are you going?"
Semir ignored him.
Tom jogged after him. "Come on, they're literally just talking. You're being dramatic," He said, following him into the corridor. "This is genuinely over the top even for you."
"Goodnight, Tom."
"You can't even drive right now, you've had three champagnes, how are you getting home?"
"I'll walk," Semir said.
Tom looked at the dark road ahead incredulously."What? Are you crazy, you live two towns over, how are you planning to-"
"I can use the fresh air," Semir said, and pushed through the next door.
"Semir, come on, don't be like that!" Tom called after him.
Tom stood there for a second, then turned around to find Andre walking over, Semir's little tantrum clearly hadn't gone unnoticed. Andre watched his partner retreat with a puzzled expression.
"Where is he going?"
Tom pursed his lips, pausing and clearly thinking about what to say, ultimately he just went with the bare truth."Home."
Andre raised an eyebrow."What?" He looked after his partner and called out."Where are you going?!"
Semir didn’t stop. Andre muttered something under his breath and went after him, catching up just outside the main entrance.
"What's wrong?"
Semir kept walking.
Andre grabbed his arm, pulling him to a stop near the side of the building. "Would you look at me when I'm talking to you? What the hell is wrong?"
"Nothing," Semir snapped, yanking his arm free."Go back to your friend, she's clearly very entertaining."
Andre stared at him, eyes narrowing."Who?" It took him a second before realization set in."Katrin?"
"Wonderful, you're on first name basis already." Semir exhaled in irritation.
Andre stared at him in disbelief for about five seconds, then that disbelief slowly morphed into something close to understanding followed by very clear amusement. He pulled Semir flush against his body and grabbed him by the chin, making him look him in the eye.
"Get off me, I'm really not in the mood for this right now," Semir said, smacking him away, but Andre just grabbed him again, firmer and leaned down.
"You’re jealous," Andre said, voice low and far too satisfied.
Semir frowned."I'm not jealous, I'm annoyed that you ditched me to sweet-talk a stranger."
Andre just chuckled, clicking his tongue."What am I hearing? My little smurf got upset because he didn't have my undivided attention for twenty minutes? Oh dear, oh dear."
Semir's expression turned murderous. "Don't call me a smurf."
"You're cute when you're pissy," Andre said, deeply unbothered, still holding him by the chin. His thumb moved against Semir's jaw.
"Let go of my face," Semir said.
"There, there, sweetheart," Andre muttered and leaned down, giving him a peck on the lips."You know there's room for only one in my heart."
"You didn't look in my direction once, you prick." Semir frowned.
"I'm looking now," Andre pointed out.
Semir glared at him wordlessly and the wiggled out of his hold again.
"I'm leaving," Semir said.
"No you're not, it's February and you've got short legs," Andre said. "Come here." He pulled him back in before Semir could formulate a response. "You were laughing at me for being jealous and then you're ten times worse than I ever could be."
"That's not—" Semir started, and Andre kissed him, and Semir pulled back. "I'm allowed to notice things—"
Andre kissed him again.
"Stop doing that when I'm talking," Semir said, and Andre did it again, walking him backward one step. "You were gone for forty minutes by the way not twenty—" another kiss, another step, "—and she kept touching your—" kiss, step, "—would you stop—" kiss, "—I'm genuinely pissed off, And—"
"Mhm," Andre hummed against his mouth.
"You don't even—" kiss, step, "—care, you think it's funny—". Kiss.
"Get in the car," Andre said.
Semir glanced back and realized they were at their car.
"What are you on about, you can't drive," Semir said.
"I didn't drink," Andre said.
"You—" Semir frowned. "What?"
"You did though," Andre said. "Quite a bit, by the sound of it."
"I'm not drunk," Semir said, offended.
Andre closed the door on him and walked around to the driver's side.
As he got in, Semir crossed his arms and looked out the window.
Andre glanced at him sideways. "You know what? I'm going to wreck you so hard tonight you won't even be able to humor the thought of me cheating on you."
Semir looked at him.
Andre turned to him fully."How does that sound?"
Semir looked back out the window."...Could be worse,"
His partner smiled and started the car.