We loved with a love that was more than love.

-EDGAR ALLAN POE

As soon a Brock got home he began to do a background check on Londyn. He wanted to know everything about her. Yeah he could've waited and asked her but he needed to make sure she wasn't some kind of spy. In his line or work you never knew. So using her cell number he tracked her through that. Initially a man in his late 50's came which most likely was her father. So Brock pulled him up. Her father as it turns out was a raging alcoholic who liked to hit her mother and Londyn. He had been arrested several times for domestic violence only to have the charges dropped. Her family was wealthy as it turns out. Well her mother was. Looked like her father most likely married her for that.

Upon further digging Brock discovered her mother was no better than the father. The mother it seems kept Londyn involved in a number of activities. Londyn seemed to be quite the overachiever. She was a cross-country runner. She played volleyball and was Captain of the Debate team. That didn't make her mom a bad person. The fact she never stuck up for and protected her daughter did. He also discovered her mother had been trying to arrange a marriage for her. Brock had never been more thankful for his hacking skills.

So for the next couple of hours he searched through her families email and Londyn's. Looking for any sign she wasn't who she appeared to be. He found no indication that she wasn't. The last thing Brock searched was her Facebook page.

Her default picture was of her with her hands up in the air and her eyes were closed. It looked like she was dancing. It had been taken outside the sun shining brightly in her face. She was wearing a blue linen dress that was held up by a small circular band around her neck. It reached her knees. Her arms decorated with golden bangles. Her hair was straitened and she wore a flower crown on top of it. Her feet were covered by light green wedge sandals. Brock stared at the picture for at least 10 minutes taking in every detail.

When he was done ogling her picture he moved on to checking her statuses and the rest of her photos. She literally had just celebrated her birthday yesterday. So she was telling the truth. She had posted a photo captioned.

'A solitary sushi date. D.C please have good sushi. #happybirthdaytome'

The photo was a picture of sushi and a Thai tea. Brock smiled. So she liked sushi. He kept scrolling down the page.

'Secretly hoping grunge music becomes popular again #feelingnostalgicwhennirvanacomesonpandora'

Brock almost fell in love reading that. If she liked grunge she most likely liked all kinds of rock. That's when an idea popped into his head. He quickly abandoned his stalking-no recon on Londyn and pulled up Hollywood Undead's tour dates. He had heard they were going to be in town and he had a haunch that Londyn would enjoy the band. They were playing at a bar not far from downtown. Cool. He purchased two tickets and texted Londyn.

"Hey beautiful did you make it home okay?"

Londyn was home currently sitting on her balcony painting. She should have been unpacking but after her encounter with Mr. Tall dark and handsome she had found a little bit of inspiration. So when her phone vibrated she smiled to herself. It could be none other than Brock. Her parents were the only other people who had her number. They never texted or called.

Reading his text made her smile from ear to ear. Abandoning her painting she walked back inside into her bedroom to sit down. She didn't have a couch yet. Something she needed to go shopping for soon.

"I sure did. Thanks for everything by the way."

Brock went and laid down on his couch. He was couldn't stop smiling.

"No problem. So I actually wanted to ask if you've ever heard of a band called Hollywood Undead?"

"Of Course! I friggen love them!" She included an emoticon that had hearts for eyes.

"They are playing in town tomorrow would you like to go?"

"Holy shit are you serious? I would LOVE to!" She sent more emoticons that ranged from the previous one to hearts and mouths blowing kisses. Brock laughed. She was adorable.

"O.K so I'll pick you up around 5 tomorrow?"

"Sure. I can't wait." The next few text messages were Brock asking for her address and telling her to have a good night. Plugging his phone in to the charger Brock turned in for bed. For the first time in a long time he was excited for tomorrow.

5 o'clock sharp Brock was knocking on Londyn's door. She answered the door wearing a crimson sleeveless blouse. A leather jacket that was cropped. The blouse rode up a little bit exposing some skin. Her jeans were a dark wash and skinny hugging her curves in all the right places. Her hair was parted on the side and big bouncy curls were styled to perfection.

"Sorry I'm not ready I just need to put my lipstick on." Londyn said opening the door and stepping aside to let him in. Brock followed Londyn into her apartment. There was no couch in the living room and only one bar stool at her kitchen counter. It looked like 2 more needed to be put together. She turned to face Brock.

"Also sorry about the slight mess. I just moved in and I have to buy everything new. I haven't really had a chance to finish doing that." She fidgeted nervously with her hands.

"It's Ok I'll tell you what, I'll put these bar stools together and you go finish getting ready."

Londyn nodded her head and scurried off to finish doing her makeup. And to decide which shoes she was going to wear. Before disappearing into her bedroom she told Brock to make himself at home.

It took Brock 10 minutes to put together the rest of her bar stools. The apartment was a decent size for one person. It appeared to be a 2 bedroom. He didn't think she had a roommate. Probably just used it for storage. Brock continued to look around and found himself on the Balcony at a loss for words. He was staring at himself. She had painted him smirking. Getting all his features perfectly.

Londyn found him moments later on her Balcony staring at her painting.

"Do you like it?" She asked causing him to turn and look at her.

"Yea it's pretty cool. Are you an artist?" Brock asked walking back inside. Londyn went to a side closet and pulled out a clutch.

"It's just a hobby really. I'm not finished with it yet. Not sure when I will be. I planned on giving it to you as a gift."

"Well I think you're hobby is incredible and take your time. It's not easy painting perfection." Brock said following her to the front door. The two of them stepped out and Londyn locked up and Brock led her over to his truck. A lifted Chevy Silverado.

"Well thanks Brock." Londyn smiled up at him as he opened the door for her and helped her get in.

"Nice shoes." He commented as he closed the door. Londyn let out a little laugh. She was wearing a pair of black wedged booties.

Brock hopped into the driver side moments later and his truck came roaring to life. He winked at Londyn and began their drive to the concert.

Londyn was having a really good time with Brock. They were currently on the dance floor fist bumping and cutting a rug.

"Are you thirsty?" Brock shouted above the music. Londyn nodded her head. Brock told her he would be right back and went to the Bar in search of another Angry Orchard. The band began to play Londyn's favorite Hollywood Undead song. 'California'. So when Brock returned she had her hands up and was shaking her hips and singing in time with the music. He pulled out his phone and took a little video of her.

Londyn turned around and spotted Brock. She hooked her finger and beckoned him over. He handed her, her drink and got closer to her. They both began to sing along.

'Comin' straight outta Cali'

'The 818 valley'

'323! Fuckin horse night alley'

Brock and Londyn spent the rest of the night singing along and dancing with each other.

A little after midnight Brock pulled up at Londyn's apartment and helped her to the front door.

"I had so much fun with you." Londyn exclaimed fishing her keys out of her clutch.

"You're not so bad." She scoffed and rolled her eyes. Londyn had never really been forward in her life. She lived a sheltered life. So when Brocks lips came crashing down on hers she froze. It took her a moment to try and keep up with him. After a few moments he pulled back. A little confused. He thought she wanted him to kiss her.

"I'm sorry I thought… I guess I read you wrong." Brock turned to leave Londyn grabbed his arm to stop him.

"I've um…never been kissed before." Her words were so quiet Brock almost didn't hear her. Londyn turned her head away completely embarrassed. Brock smiled and gently turned her head to face his.

"Follow my lead he whispered against her lips." Brock placed his lips against hers and began to probe her mouth with his tongue. Londyn followed his lead and brushed her tongue against his. Brock placed his hands on the side of her face and deepened the kiss. His lips completely covering hers and his tongue dominating hers. Londyn brought her hands up to his chest and Brock nibbled on her bottom lip eliciting a moan from Londyn.

He hummed with approval it was another glorious sound her mouth could make. Brock gently broke the kiss not wanting her to feel obligated to go further and to stop himself from losing control. Surely if she had never been kissed. She most certainly had never had sex.

Londyn still had her eyes closed when he pulled away. He planted a quick kiss on her forehead and bid her goodnight. A blushing Londyn fumbled over her words and unlocked her door. Stepping inside she bolted the dead lock and went to go finish her painting of Brock.

A few weeks had passed and Brock and Londyn almost spent every moment together. He had helped her pick out furniture she in turn had cooked him dinner or lunch or whatever meal they spent together where they didn't go out. Brock was head over heels for Londyn and was pretty sure she felt the same.

Londyn absolutely adored Brock. He was everything you could possibly want in a man. Brock brought out a side of Londyn she wasn't aware she had. He made her feel important and wanted. He made her feel beautiful and special. He looked at her like she was the only girl in the world.

Which is why the day he told her he loved her she immediately said it back. It was right before he had to go out of town for work. He ended up telling Londyn how he worked for the government and was apart of an elite team of agents. He was their leader. Londyn never pressured him for more information. She understood the sensitivity of his work.

So to bid her time waiting for him to return, Londyn decided that when he came back would be the day she gave herself to him completely. It had only been 2 months but Londyn was hopelessly in Love with Brock and could see no other way to really let him know. Yes she said it but she wanted to show him.

So Londyn drove out to Spa she found through google and got the full work up. She was waxed in places she didn't know she had hair. She went to a highly recommended boutique and picked out some very sexy lingerie. The day Brock was due to be back Londyn went and had her hair done. She had her hair pressed and had the stylist place soft waves that fell down her back.

Londyn was nervous. Brock had texted her he would be at her place in an hour. He was 5 minutes away from meeting that deadline. Londyn had strategically set candles around her apartment. She picked out the perfect playlist that was currently playing through the speakers. She had even left a note on the door for him to let himself in.

She was a bundle of nerves. Sipping her wine she sat on the balcony enjoying the sunset. She was so lost in her thoughts she didn't hear Brock come in and join her.

"So any particular reason you might be trying to seduce me?" He playfully chided from behind her. Londyn stood up chugging the rest of her wine and turned around. Undoing her robe. Brock's mouth fell open.

She was wearing a black lace bra and panties. And some black high heels. Brock's arousal was instant. He picked her up and carried her inside to the bedroom. Gently placing her on her feet he removed her robe and let it pool at her feet. He knelt down in front of her letting his fingers ghost down her legs and removed her shoes.

Brock began to plant kisses along her collarbone and slowly trailed his way with his tongue to her breast. Capturing one of her taught nipples in his mouth. Londyn gasped and dug her hands in his hair. Brock gently laid her down on the bed and removed her bra. He learned quickly that Londyn enjoyed having her breast played with. After spending an ample amount of time there he began to make his way down south to where his mouth was needed the most. Londyn clenched her legs together.

"Sweetie relax." Brock whispered in between kisses he peppered on her thighs. Londyn gradually relaxed and Brock gradually began to ease her panties off. By the time they hit the floor Brocks mouth was glued to Londyn's pussy. His tongue swirled up and down, round and round in and out and attacked her mercilessly. He words were and incoherent muttering mess and her body grinded against his face.

Londyn came undone. Her vision clouded and she swore she saw stars. Brock wasn't don't with her yet. Just when she was coming down from her high Brock inserted a finger into her heat. Londyn's legs locked around brocks head and her hands found their way into his hair.

Brock gently maneuvered his finger in and out of her tight little hole. He wanted to prepare her body for what was about to come. Brock began to place sloppy kisses on top of her barren sex. He inserted another finger and Londyn gasped. It felt so good Brock was making her experience things she had never felt before.

Londyn reached down and pulled Brock to her. She attacked his face with bruising kisses. Brock pulled away and began to strip out of his clothing. When he got to his boxer briefs he guided Londyn's hand to his manhood. Her eyes almost came out of her head. She didn't have anything to compare it to but he was huge. Not only was it long but it was very thick. Brock pulled his underwear off, his erection springing free. Londyn palmed him and stroked him gently. She was fascinated with the appendage. Brock gently pushed her back against the bed and positioned himself at her entrance.

"If at any time you want me to stop or slow down say so." She nodded her head. Brock slowly pushed himself inside of Londyn. Stopping when he was halfway in. Her eyes held tears and her hands held his biceps in a death grip. Brock leaned down and began to kiss her. She relaxed and he pushed himself further inside of her. Her legs tightened around his waist. Brock held his forehead against hers. It was taking a lot not to go to pound town on her. It had been years since Brock had been with a virgin and he did not take it easy on her. Londyn was different. He loved her.

Once he was seated all the way inside of her, he began to slowly pump himself in and out of her. She was still a little tense but soon began to relax more and more once the pain went away. After a few more well placed strokes Londyn was moaning his name and running her hands across his back. Her fingers trailing their way into his hair. Her nails slightly scraping his scalp. Brock began to rub her clit and pick up the pace. It didn't take long for her to come undone his name falling from her lips in broken syllables. Brock found his release soon after she did. His seed filling her up completely.

The two of them out of breath and fully sated curled into one another. Brock pulled Londyn closer to his body and let her head rest on his chest. He traced small circles on her hip and gently kneaded her hips.

He placed a kiss on her forehead and opened his mouth to speak but realized she was sleeping. Brock pulled the blankets over her body and fell asleep soon after.

A/N: OOOO another chapter. This one clearly is a flashback. In case you didn't know. I don't know where me having a soft spot for Brock came from but I believe every person turned bad has a good side he shows to someone. Anyway please leave me some feedback.