go to the next morning

After a night of tender holding and gentler sex (the day that far being so draining, after all) and a night of being held in her cleavage as she dozes off, you’re growing more attached to Queenie. You try to wake up and surprise her with some breakfast, but your face being held between her big tits doesn’t make for easy sneaking (nor you wanting to leave very quickly). You wind up making them together before you head to the shop, Queenie seeming a little edgy about going back but wanting to amend for what happened.

The two of you drive off together, and you can’t help but get caught up talking with her. You could maybe blame that for why you run the red light just after it turned from yellow. It wouldn’t be a big deal, except for when the multicolored lights come up in your mirrors.
“Oh god dammit,” you murmur.
“What? What does that mean?” Queenie asked curiously, looking around.
“It’s the police,” you sigh as you pull over. “They’re like… like the clerk at the store, kind of. Just some of them are bigger jerks about it than others.”
She lets out a curious little hum as the cop approaches, a short-haired woman in uniform (made painfully clear by the sweater meat under said uniform).

“Where you heading off to in such a hurry?” the cop asks with a small smirk.
“I was just brining my girlfriend to the store,” you explain as you brandish your ID and information.
“Got bad enough that you had to buy one, eh?” she chuckles, getting you to blush. You do your best to present a defense for yourself while not being outright rude. She seems to have no issue with being pushy, though.

Behind you, Queenie’s wings shift a bit, and her antennae bob around. The cop’s eyes flutter, and looks heavily distracted as you sense a flowery smell briefly. “Sorry… just thinking,” the policewoman mutters.

“That’s…. okay,” you mutter.
“Apologize,” Queenie says quietly.
“I’m so-” you start, but she shushes you. The cop nods in a bit of a daze. “Sorry, sir,” she replies sweetly. “Won’t happen again.”
“And show him you’re sorry,” Queen adds, a bit more firmly.
The cop leans down and kisses your cheek before hugging you into her hefty bosom. “Take care now,” she sighs dreamily and heads back to her police car, driving off without seeing you go.

You sit quietly in the car for a bit.
“Did you just…!”
“A little,” she giggles. “Not so hard when I know it’s happening.”
“That… that’s cool.” It’s hard not to smile when your lover controls peoples’ minds.