A/N

This is my first try at a fic and I swear this is a Fringe fic but it doesn't become obvious until next chapter, let me know what you think.

Chapter 1

The date had gone well, and that's why she was nervously fiddling with her keys at her doorstep, giving her hands and eyes something else to interest themselves in while the rest of her tried to loosen the nervous knot in her stomach, just enough to ask him inside.

Who would have thought she'd find the offspring of and TallDarkandHandsome in a coffee shop. It was so cliche, she almost didn't believe it, but here she was, after a perfect date looking for the courage to invite him in. She, like some dorky middle schooler, still had the napkin with his phone number. Its slightly crumpled form on her nightstand next to the phone that she had held in a death grip while her shaking fingers dialed the digits that would connect her to him.

"Jess? Is everything alright?"

Her head snapped up but when her eyes caught sight of him she dropped them almost as fast.

"I was wondering if you'd like to come in?" she mumbled mostly to herself.

"What was that beb?" he asked a thread of worry in his voice.

Beb, he started calling her that after a few hours worth of phone conversations. The phone had given her some security. She could talk freely to him and not worry that he'd see her blush or do something embarrassing. It gave her a way to feel him out and get to know him, feel safe with him without leaving her home.

"Beb?" he called again, his tone soft but clear enough to reach her, "if I'm making you uncomfortable I can go no har-"

"Wouldyouliketocomeinside?" she blurted a little to loudly. She could feel a blush starting to creep up her neck trying to stain her cheeks.

He stared at her for a moment blinking a little to hard, she glued her eyes to the floor of her porch admiring the grain of the wood as her stomach churned at the thought of her embarrassment.

He looked at her a small smile playing upon his lips that grew into a soft chuckle. She felt small pinpricks behind her eyes as tears began to form. He was laughing at her, she had made a fool of herself and now he was laughing at her. She made a run for the door but he grabbed her wrist and spun her to face him tilting her chin up to look at him, his hand warm almost hot. The laughter on his face melted away to concern then to worry at the sight of the tears that had begun to work their way down her cheeks, leaving shining silver tracks in their wake.

"Oh beb," he enveloped her in his arms and pulled her close, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I would love to come in, I didn't mean to make you cry I swear."

"Then why did you laugh at me?" she half sobbed and half mumbled into his shirt.

He slid a finger under her chin and tilted her face up. "Because you were nervous, you're adorable when you're nervous."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Do you still want to come in?"

"I would love too beb."

She fumbled with her keys, finally opening the door leading him inside. He pulled the door in behind him leaving behind small black marks on the door knob that she never noticed. They went on to share a bottle of wine and stories of their pasts and what they wanted from the future. He listened to her ramblings about what she truly wanted from life an he listened with genuine interest. After a few hours and a few more glasses than hours he stood up and said,

"I have two choices, I can put on my coat and stumble home and wait by the phone for your call tomorrow, or ..." he trailed off as he looked down at her with a smile.

"Or what?" she asked, not really wanting him to leave.

"Or you can let me kiss you and see where it leads us. So tell me what should be my decision?"

Feeling warm and brave from the alcohol in her veins but still not trusting of her words, she stood up and closed the gap between them. Tilting her head up she allowed her lips to meet his, sealing her plans for the night. She took his hand and led him to her bedroom.

As they left behind cold wooden floors and hit the plush carpet of her bedroom she turned around and kissed him once more gently, still unsure of herself. His hands found her hips and the edge of her blouse, they wandered up her shirt in search of skin to skin contact and found it pulling a sigh from her lips. He kissed her again deeper but with only a small amount of force, letting her set the pace. Pushing her would only spook her and lead to a quick ending of the night. Her pulse quickened as he found the edge of her breasts, the touch sending a thrill through her stomach that sparked a heat in lower places. She unclenched her fists from her sides and brought them to touch his chest finding his heart beat to be as wild and fast as hers and his skin warm almost hot, she started to undo the buttons of his shirt, wanting to see more, no feel more of him. She was touch starved, she'd unknowingly longed to be skin to skin with another being. She'd been living off of bits and pieces, a brush here a shoulder pat there, like crumbs strewn about a table, but crumbs could never be as filling as a meal.

This realization made her bold, she removed his shirt as he stood still so that she may do with him as she wished, letting her take control, moving as fast and as far as she felt comfortable with. As his shirt fell to the floor she moved his hands to remove her blouse. His eyes flicked from her face to her chest and back, his eyes asking questions in the silence. She gave him a slight not of approval and he made quick work of her bra letting it join the rest of their clothing silently on the floor. She looked over her shoulder to the ample queen sized bed, covered in solid cream linens and looked back at him biting her lip, unsure how to make it from the doorframe to the bed, the fire in her dying a little in her insecurity. Sensing her worry he led her to the bed taking the lead with him. He laid her down and kissed her softly working his way down from her lips to the hollow in her neck that made her shudder and grab hold of his hips. He worked his way lower placing small kisses along the top side of her clavicle as he went to work on her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping. He worked his mouth lower to capture a nipple between his lips, running the length of his tongue along the tip causing her jaw to slacken and her back to arch just enough for him to slide her jeans down her hips taking her underwear with them. He released her, leaving behind a hard glistening peak as evidence of his work.

He went to stand at the bottom edge of the bed so he could work her jeans off her legs, past her knees, down her calves, unhooking them from her ankles and feet. He dropped them to the floor and admired what was laid before him. Her body laid bare to him, every uninterrupted inch of smooth skin flushed pink with heat and lust. He climbed between her knees and crawled up until he could press his lips to hers, his hands finding her hips once more and hip lips worked their way down mirroring the same path as before. He took the other nipple between his lips and once again let his tongue run along the tip and then caress the edges where the areola met her skin.

He held her hips tighter and she felt a small pain in her side masked beneath pleasure of his ministrations, barely noticeable, as she moved to see what she surely thought was his nails pressing into her skin, his ran up her thigh as he ran the pad of his thumb dangerously close to her opening causing her hips to buck and back to arch.

She reached for his shoulders with both hands but only one made it there. The other lay limp at her side, confused she tried to sit up to tell him to stop so they could figure out what was wrong but the muscles in her stomach wouldn't contract to pull her up, she felt her hand slide down his shoulder unable to keep it grip on him. She looked to him panic on her face as he moved again to the bottom edge of the bed disappearing through the door.

"Help me!" she called after him panic evident "Come back, I can't move! Please, where did you go?"

He reappeared at the door calm, collected and completely devoid of emotion.

"Help me" she rasped as her vocal cords relaxed beyond use.

He held a roll of something in his hand as he climbed back on to the bed straddling her. He propped her head up on a pillow giving her an unobstructed view of her own body, he ran his hands down her sides letting her feel his touch as her heart raced no longer in lust but fear as she felt the warmth of his hands but could not shy away from them. He put his face back to the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, scenting her fear, tasting it almost like candy on his tongue , it made his adrenaline pump and the blood in his body travel south. He took the roll and undid the clasp letting it unravel across her hips to reveal a set of needles and instruments, more than half blades, all tucked into their individual half sleeves, one of the needles was missing. She saw his tools glimmer in the light of her room and the tears came faster rolling down the sides of her face, down past her temples into her hair.

He saw the tears that had begun to fall and caressed her cheek,"Aww beb, don't cry. We've got a long night ahead of us."

He looked thoughtfully at the instruments and picked up a simple scalpel, he hunched over to begin his work pressing the blade to her skin watching the blood well up between the edges of the broken skin. The pain lanced through her but no sound came from her lips, her screams were trapped in her throat.