Soft. She thought. It was really the only thought should could have since the rest of her body was a rising, mushy, pliable mound of want.
She pushed back the urge to smile as she finally let her excitement trickle into the muscles of her lips and she felt his nose graze against hers and his hands place onto her hips.
She slid her hands up from his chest and wrapped them around his neck and make its way through his hair and down his face where she stopped and let the pads of her thumbs caress his cheeks.
He could feel himself being convinced to take it back. He broke for a moment to get a breath.
As his lungs deflated a song played. He didn't know who originally wrote it but the Cher version of the Shoop song (In his kiss) played the chorus. It was like being hit with a mallet made of marshmallows and hugs. His whole body realizing she was the perfect fit. Sure she was an ass but maybe he was looking at her all wrong. She obviously had an intuitive side that could express the unsaid since he did actually read a few of her books. She was driven to see justice delivered, as misguided as it was, and she did bring something to the table. Perspective. Curiosity. Energy.
All these factors wouldn't amount to much if she was dead because he couldn't protect her.
"I can't." Their bodies still touching and his hands betraying his intentions as one had gone to cover and feel her surprisingly tight ass and the other had gone up to her upper back and he somehow had brought her closer.
She would have laughed at his body betraying him if she wasn't in a daze herself. It was like the coyote still running in midair just before he fell after realizing he shouldn't be running anymore.
"I know you can." When she got into 'sexy talk' mode she couldn't really stop the words that came out. Things flowed organically and it was hard to stop until she got what she wanted or the feeling passed. A big reason why her books sold well.
He realized though what she meant as now the tell-tell erection was now pronounced and visible.
"Well yes physically I can but … I can't."
Her arms around his neck and her body completely pressed against him he tried to pull away from her but she wasn't going to let him go back to his old self. The asshole who could talk his way into a woman's pants. He wanted to get out and find the nearest dumb thing with a hole in her but Kate was back on him kissing him. He kissed back.
He wanted to stop. But he didn't. He wanted to freeze this moment and have it forever but knew the future was coming like an animal snared in the claws of a trap by the leg. He wanted to pull away hard and hope that was enough but the hurt he could cause if he failed to break away would –
My God her ass is amazing!
Somehow the other hand had found the other side of her buttocks and he pulled her up to him.
Their kisses more frenzied they were more like lab rats pressing a button to get more drugs in some sick experiment. Breathing growing heavier and more wanting.
He managed to pull away for a moment and got the word "I –" out of his mouth before they were shut by hers. More a force of nature now she was over him. A Siren calling out to him from an uncharted island.
"Please, Rick." She sneaked out between kisses. "Just stay with me tonight."
He wanted to oh sweet Jesus and Mary Joseph he wanted to. Just one night and he'd be done with her just like one of the plans he thought of but that damn song played and something inside of him was falling apart. Not like a disease or an injury. Closer to a resignation but if he had time and the vocabulary he might find the right word. For her though the word was simple. Ready.
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"Well?" The killer said. He was eating his Hungry Man meal as quickly as he could. He had somewhere he had to be and the duct taped crying woman was only slowing him down. Sure she had seen him cut open her boyfriend in front of her and heard the organs spill out onto the apartment floor and right now he was pretty sure she had thrown up and swallowed some of it back to try and breath or something but now this was ridiculous.
"I'll ask you one last time." He slid the microwaveable container to the side of the coffee table and dusted off his hands in a gesture to suggest he was done. No dust came off though as the blood on his hands had clotted and it had it would more of a flaking.
"Any last words?"
She went silent with her cries. Hopeless and trapped in a kind of hell seen in horror films she was too scared to say anything.
"Oh yeah. The duct tape. See that's gonna be a problem. If I take the tape off you're gonna scream." He picked up the serated butcher knife and tapped it on the back of his neck, ignoring the blood it was bringing back up from the cut marks he had put there earlier.
"I think I know what you want to say though." He stood and approached her and her muffled screams were soon silenced before he began to write his letter to Kate Beckett.
Not as long as other chapters but I have a story line planned. The relationship will move at a much different pace but still … it won't all be beer and skittles people. Just get ready. Oh and buy my book. That's all for now.