Hey guys, okay so here is the next chapter hope you like it, just before we start I would just like to mention two things,

1 I am thinking about writing another story and I was wondering if any of you guys would be interested in a Demon/ Human romance. With this summary…

Her eyes locked with the achingly handsome Demon as she uttered the word that would bind her to him for eternity, in order to save her sister. He smiled darkly, his clawed hand curling around her cheek.

"You are mine, now." He murmured with intent.

Please let me know if you think I should carry on with it,

and 2 Okay just want to say thanks to Carella Alaski

WARNING, Some sexual themes,,, :D

Chapter 6

Angie

I stretched as the morning sun hit my face; I was insanely comfortable and warm. I snuggled in, vaguely registering that I was in the arms of Jack. His manhood was still hard and poking my stomach. The reminder of last night came flooding back and I gasped jerking back, as the horror of what I had done set in. I really had no idea why I had done it, I was just had an over whelming interest in it, I had never been so close to one let alone touch it. I gulped wondering what ideas I had put in his mind, because I was really just curious, you know what they say curiosity killed the cat.

I sat up wanting to get out of the intimate embrace. I looked down and I noticed that he didn't have his mask on and my knees went week, if I had been standing I would have fallen over at his insane sex appeal. His strong jaw and full lips seemed to beckon me towards him with his light stubble that dusted his cheek. I purposefully elbowed him on the way up, he swiped me away and rolled over as I made my way to the bathroom.

I closed the door and switched on the shower singing Two Princes by the Spin Doctors as I went. Stripping out of my PJ's, I stepped into the scolding spray, just the way I liked it. Grabbing my apple smelling body wash, I soaped up the sponge.

I few minutes later I stepped out of the shower clean and smelling of apples.

I looked around for my clothes.

"Aah shit," I sighed when I remembered that I had forgotten to get them. I peaked around the door, hoping that he was still asleep or awake and out of my room. No such luck he was snoring softly in the middle of MY bed. I sucked in a breath tying my towel securely around my body, planning to rush to my draw, grab my clothes and high tale it back to the bathroom. I do not need this awkward situation on top of everything else. I tiptoed towards my chest of draws; I tried to open it awkwardly with one arm. Unwilling to use my other arm which had a death grip secured to the towel, I managed to get one side of the draw open but it got stuck. Letting out a frustrated growl, I carefully used my other hand, hoping that the towel doesn't drop.

"Need some help, sugar," Jack's husky voice said from right behind me, I yelped jumping about a foot in the air and dropping the towel. Jack looked down sharply, his mouth spreading in intent full smile. I shrieked swatting his arm, trying to cover myself. I bent for the towel but I found my self constricted. He backed me up against the chest of draws. I closed my eyes unwilling to see his burning gaze as he pressed me up against him.

"You know, it wasn't very nice to leave my like that last night," He whispered in my ear, his hand traveling slowly to my breast which he palmed and tweaked with his fingers, a distinct warmth zinged in my stomach and I gasped from the unexpected pleasure. He lifted my chin, gazing into my wide shocked eyes. He brought his lips to mine and I felt them brush deliciously against mine. Letting out a moan I opened my mouth to his attack. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, I gasped when his tongue brushed my own.

I timidly moved my tongue against his, letting out a moan that he swallowed in his hungry kiss. His hands moved up and down my naked body and I gasped as thousands of sensations assaulted me, he found a specific sweet spot between my legs and he rubbed it and I felt the swirling sensation grow and grow, I thought I might explode if it didn't end and then he stopped suddenly stepping away from me. He winked and strode out of my room. I sagged against the chest of draws trying to catch my breath and for some reason I felt achy and incomplete, the unusual sensation fading slowly. I stepped away on shaky legs and put on my comfortable clothes, wondering what the hell that was.

My stomach growled and I hesitated unwilling to face him after what had just happened but I shook it of, my hunger winning.

I walked quickly to the kitchen smiling when he was no where to be seen. I pulled out some yoghurt, grabbing a spoon on my way out to the T.V I opened it and just about inhaled the food. I switched on my DVD machine, deciding that an episode of Miranda is exactly what I need to get through this day. I picked my favorite episode in season 2 when she goes to the Therapist. Laughing my head of when they take part in role play with her mother and in classical Miranda style she mentions her favorite words.

"Browse, now she is a lovely word, seeing her as a female word. Thrust, male word, the queen of all words of course is, moist. King of all words Plinth. Now imagine a moist plinth, Ahh lovely," Miranda said to the camera and I just about died from laughing when her mother attacks her saying she must act normal for the therapist. I sobered as the episode cam to an end, I stretched ready for another lazy day. Flicking to the next episode I watched the Christmas special and for some reason I felt watched so I turned to see, that Jack was watching the T.V a wide grin spread across his face as Miranda ranted about eating chocolate. I blushed when our gaze connected but I motioned for him to come watch. He did sitting in the chair closest to the T.V and furthest away from me.

I glanced at him confused when he couldn't contain his laughter at a practically funny part. I began to wonder about the many sides to my killer, when you picture a murder you generally go for the creepy, panty sniffer type. Not drop dead gorgeous that laugh at Miranda. The more time I am spend with him the less murderer like he is becoming. If I wasn't careful I might find myself falling in love with him. A sudden wariness came over me and I huffed my Miranda ruined by my stopped mind.

SO there you go, umm do you think Jack/Griffin isn't staying to his character… ?! was the Miranda thing to un Axe murderer like ?!...

Ooh and if any of you guys haven't watched the series Miranda, I strongly advise it (If you enjoy British humor)… Okay enough from me will maybe be posting the first chapter of the Demon book later today as "My Soul To take…" . If you guys are interested…

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