Sins of the Past Chapter 11

Grabbing Opportunity

Author's Note: I'm going to start posting this story again for people. Hope to hear what you think.


It's all about opportunity.

I lay back and watch as that Connor guy paces slowly around the dorm room, checking out the windows and making sure that the perimeter is secure. It's dark outside but he insists he has better than normal vision and hearing, though he still won't say why or how.

If there's anything that I learned from living on the hellmouth for all those... years... and all the time I spent with those... slayers... it's all about opportunity.

He moves away from me towards another window and it gives me a good look at his ass.

All you have to do is wait for the moment...

My half-assed protector checks another window.

That one great moment that comes if you wait long enough.

His eyes flash in my direction as he watches the shadows and gusts of wind that makes them sway back and forth.

That moment when it happens, you can get whatever you want. Have whatever you want in that sweet little moment. All you have to do is wait.

"Geez, calm down would you?"

"I'm trying to check the perimeter."

"If you keep checking the perimeter, the trap you set will be sprung before it catches anything."

He checks the first window again for a moment before he steps back.

"Besides, the bait is something a lot more interesting to look at don't you think?"

I tease the underside of my own breasts just as he turns to look at me and I catch him staring until he looks up uncomfortably. It makes me smile. He tries to act like he doesn't care but it's obvious.

"I guess."

I cup my tit more firmly, massaging it seductively. His eyes can't help but go to where my tit is.

"Oh come on, bait wouldn't be appealing if there wasn't something interesting about it."

I bring my hand up to the neck of my shirt, dipping it under my shirt and cupping it from the inside before pulling my shirt down to reveal more skin.

"Yeah, but not all bait is appealing for the same reasons. Some times the bait itself scares away the victim and can make the trap not worth the trouble."

I tease my fingers down between my breasts and expose my midriff on the way down before pushing the tips under the top of the waistband of my shorts.

"Why? Don't you like the way the bait looks?"

My would-be protector finally tears his eyes away.

"Looks aren't everything, sometimes the way bait sounds can scare off a catch."

With my fingers going deeper into my shorts, I arch my back upward off the couch, letting out a deep breath.

"I can make the right noises if you want. All you have to do is ask."

The ridiculously strong weirdo glances over at me for a moment but he looks away when he sees what I'm sure is a shit eating grin on my face.

"Just don't say anything that's going to get you killed."

I relax on the bed to stop the strain on my injured shoulder.

"Are you sure? There are all kinds of sounds I can make."

He doesn't respond.

"Or would you prefer someone whose sounds are a little more... Sandy?"

Again he doesn't say anything, avoiding looking anywhere but my direction.

"She likes you, you know?"

That makes him glance over from the corner of his eye before catching himself.

"She told me so herself... not that I needed her to say. It was pretty obvious from the second you two met."

"It was?"

Bingo!

"Oh yeah."

He actually turns to look at me.

"The sparks were definitely flying."

The gullible attempt at a hero just continues to stare.

"You know, I could put in a good word for you if you want."

He tries to hide the smile at my suggestion.

"She is my roommate after all. I have... pull... with her."

"Really? Doesn't seem like she likes you very much."

"And yet she keeps me on as a roommate. I can be very... convincing, when I want to be."

He doesn't respond.

"All I need is the right... motivation."

That brings an almost sexy scowl to his face.

"What do you want?"

And there it is, my opening.

I squirm on the bed very slowly in an obvious way that shows off my body and it makes hero boy look away for a moment.

"Trying to drink myself to death is getting a little boring. I'm thinking that it might help to try something new."

I brace myself as pain shoots through me when I rise from the bed chest first into a sitting position and I can see his eyes on my shirt covered tits until my hair falls forward and breaks him out of the trance. Running a hand through my hair to pull it back, I shift my legs until they're facing away from him and I'm lying on my stomach towards him. The super strong idiot watches me suspiciously.

He's interested, I can see a little hint of it in him.

Forcing back the pain, I pull myself up onto my hands and knees, making sure all the best parts of me are on display for him despite the clothes getting in the way of his view.

"Something long and... hard..."

Slowly, I crawl down the bed on my hands and knees towards him, making sure the low cut of my t-shirt is on display while I swing my ass back and forth all sexy like.

"Something... male..."

"You mean..."

"I had crushes when I was younger, kissed a boy or two. But I've never really... partaken."

Reaching out with one hand, I grab hold of his belt firmly. I can't help but notice the bulge starting to form in his jeans.

"I think it might be time."

With an extremely firm grip, he grabs the wrist connected to his belt. We just stare at each other for several long moments.

The wheels are turning in his head. He's tempted. It wouldn't take him so long to say anything if there wasn't just a little part of him that wanted to try it...

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Suddenly his grip gets tighter and tighter to the point where I have to let go to try and make the pain stop.

"You're incredible, you know that?"

His grip immediately softens as he forces my hand back onto the bed.

At least he noticed.

"So the ladies tell me."

"I've been manipulated by people a lot smarter and a lot better at it then you my whole life. You're going to need a better game."

Despite his words, his eyes continue to look me over.

"Really?"

It isn't long before his eyes meet mine and he has to look away in embarrassment, the bulge still clearly visible.

"Seems like I kept your... attention."

A long moment of silence passes.

"Speaking of attention, we should be focused on the newbie vamp whose attention is squarely on you."

The pain in my sides and shoulder gives way and I collapse under my own weight.

"Fine... but my offer still stands."

He doesn't say anything, going back to watching the windows.

It's all about waiting for the right moment.

End of Chapter 11