There was a shit eating grin forming on his lips, his face was inked with blood and sweat as he rolls the gun on his thumb, cigarette ashes littered on the floor.

The ashes aren't his - they're from the man he just killed. Though this is casual, his partner in crime and time, Kathleen, shakes her head at him, as if she's disappointed.

He gives her his usual look for when she does that. The one that reads "what? What did I do?" and she only shakes her head once more - as per usual.

He scowls at her, and she flinches as he puts his cold, lifeless, bloody fingers on her arm.

(he's sick of this dumb casualty where he kills a man and then uses a random girl as a plaything.)

(he wants Kathleen, damn it.)

He - Jason - pulls her to him, and his grin turns to an evil smirk, one that he only uses for his murders, making her eyes widen, cheeks redden and breath hitch.

He bites his bottom lip, still smirking, looking down at her, and then moves his hands from her wrists to her face, blood smearing on her cheeks, making them redder than they already were.

She can't care right now, because he pulls her lips to his, and when she responds, he bites her tender lip, making blood spill, making her taste her own blood.

The kiss isn't ceasing even when his tongue cleans her lip, and then invades her mouth. Her blush is reddening because she can't help but let out some kind of noise, though whether it's a moan or a squeak she can't be sure.

Figuring she's had enough, he pulls away and chuckles at her. She's left red-faced and panting, staring at him and his stupid smirk. But Kathleen looks down, and smiles to herself as Jason smirks again.

"Liked that, did you?"

Kathleen squeaks and looks up, glaring at him. He chuckles, but then she smirks, and now it's Jason's turn to be scared.