AN: I hesitate to call it a lemon, but…maybe? Related, anyway-you were warned. (Lime…maybe the word I want is lime.) Wrote it on a bet-got ten dollars. I've written worse for no dollars, so hey. I'll take it.
The Puppeteer Patient 120402-They agree, little psychopaths that they are.
World of sleeplessness-Thank you.
The first time they have sex, they've been on six dates (a personal record for her) and it skirts dangerously close to the line of 'making love'. Spare her the agony. They all start off so cautious, murmuring little lies and doing whatever they think will get them a repeat performance. God. If she wanted gentle, she's got hands and a VCR.
She's certainly not going to be gentle with him.
He finds this out the hard way when she swats his hands away from her bra clasp (good boy, though, actually knew where it was) and tells him in no uncertain terms that if he doesn't strip, now, there'll be no touching of any kind whatsoever. Only looking, and that's if she feels generous.
They start off against the wall and end up, about five minutes later, crumpled in a sweaty heap on the rug.
"How about dinner on Friday?"
The first time they bring out the knives is after their first assignment together, in some grimy hotel in the southern United States. They're going back to New York tomorrow, and Jill's glad, because the humidity here is stifling.
They'd been arguing at the time, and perhaps it was the humidity, or maybe the adrenaline from earlier, but they'd gone at each other like a pair of terriers.
He'd gotten the best of her, in the end, pinning her to the bed with his knife at her throat, and now she's not quite sure that he won't go through with it after all.
She's not sure what she'd do, in his place.
She never knew what a thrill it was, trying not to get her throat slit while still being an active participant.
They add it into their personal training routine. You never know when it might come in handy.
She didn't exactly ask him if she could tie him up. She just did-took advantage of his desperation, of his being much more interested in begging her to fuck me, please, god, Jill to get their belts and…secure him.
He wasn't particularly happy about it at first-threatened to kill her slowly and painfully, actually-but she'd always been fond of lollypops.
He found this out the hard way.
The first time they're careful is the night before he's scheduled to die. They didn't want to let her in, but she pulled rank (and a gun) and they left in a hurry.
There's a plan, it'll be fine, but for once they take it easy, whispering such nice lies to each other.
Two days later they dig out the knives and the handcuffs and agree-in a roundabout fashion-to never, ever make that mistake again.
THE END
