Adult Female Form
Ray walked back in the house from shooting the guns at her targets. It had been 4 years with this man. And he all of a sudden liked someone else? How could he? Had he met her when he was working? She walked to her room to sit on the bed. Was she going to be discarded just like yesterday's trash? She had helped him get the job, helped them get the benefits. Figuring out how to pay for their supplies was not easy. Getting over here to the states wasn't an easy fit either. She balled up her fists as tears came to her eyes. Was he going to smile at that woman like she was his world? A sob racked her body before she let out a deep breath. There was no need to cry over this. Wiping the tears, she looked at the book on her bed.
She paused at her own thought. No one was going to take care of Zack as she did. Any woman that thought they could handle his bad mouth should have known otherwise. And if she thought she could handle his beast then she had another thing coming. Her brows frowned. No one was going to take Zack anywhere. He was hers. She'd kill every last one of them to prove her point. But if he wanted to go then she would let him. Ultimately, she knew if Zack really wanted to leave her then he would do so. She couldn't fault him for that. But she could only hope that he killed her before he left. Living without him felt like a death sentence in its self. She was reminded of the time when he was in jail. God, she had hoped they would up her medication dosage so she could just die peacefully. But they never did. Ray lay down in bed silently. She refused to go into that room and pretend that she wasn't furious at the thought of him deciding she wasn't good enough for him. A scoff left her. Then let him miss her for the night. But her mind traveled back to the thought she had before laying down. Zack's woman issues kept him at bay from really experiencing life. He was so afraid that she would wound him as his mother had. Ray looked up at the thundering clouds. She could never hurt him.
Zack never really explained what had happened in his childhood. She would be lying if she didn't say she was curious. Mothers have a big influence on their sons and it amazed her that Zack had even succumbed to the natural biological need for a mother. It didn't show like those that didn't kill like seeking out older women for partners and such. Even when he explained what he did at work, his excitement really picked up when he talked about killing an older woman. His eyes sparkled and danced in the fun as he explained how he gutted them to make them scream for hours and hours. Ray let her lip move in between her teeth. He had mommy issues like all serial killers usually did. But really, his pain stemmed from the fact that his mother's boyfriend set him on fire. Not even an hour after the incident, she sold him off so she would never have to look at his charred form again. Ray closed her eyes as she made a mental note to always kiss his burns as she had. It seemed to make him feel better that she wasn't disgusted by him. How could she be? He had done so much for her. To be fair that meant that he had never been intimate with a woman due to his mother. She wanted to be his first as she wanted him to be hers. Closing her eyes, she decided to get some sleep for the many things she had planned.
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Zack awoke alone to the rain hitting the window softly. He looked down in the bed to see that he was indeed alone in the master bedroom. She hadn't come back to bed? Getting up, he felt panic rack his body. What if something happened to her? Someone could have taken her from him in the middle of the night. His mind thought of that suiter that sent her flowers. What if she ran away from him leaving him alone? His heart froze. He ran to her room. Her bed was made and everything was all that it should have been. He didn't see her purse. His panic further rose as he thought about how she could have escaped him and had a whole night and some daylight to be far away from him. His hands went in his hair as he let out a noise of frustration. Then he paused. The door closed softly. Bounding down the hallway to the kitchen, he paused at the sight of her dropping her purse in the chair while kicking off her shoes. She walked over to the cabinet to get the pancake mix. She was dressed in a thin tank top and shorts that caressed her body in the most delicious way. He was taken aback by his realization that she had curves. It had never crossed his mind that she was an adult. She had always been his brat.
The smell of pancakes hit his senses to let him know that he had been staring off in space long enough for there to be four pancakes on a plate ready to be buttered. His eyes widened at that sight of her flipping the pancakes.
Zack was upon her in moments. "Ray, don't leave me. Please, don't just fucking leave." He whispered in her ear. "You can't fucking leave me for some fucking idiot. I will murder that little shit if he even looks at you!"
Ray held the plate of pancakes while trying to flip the pancake. "Zack?"
"Shit, I didn't mean it. Yesterday, I didn't mean it." His grip tightened.
Ray was struggling to breathe and flip the pancakes on the fryer. Turning in his arms, she made him look in her eyes. "Zack, what are you talking about?" Her eyes took notice that he still hadn't wrapped his face up from his shower the night previous. She noted that his golden eye twinkled in desperation and pleading.
"Ray," he picked her up and sat her on the counter. He would do everything in his power to keep her there with him. She was his everything, whether he fully grasped that or not was another thing entirely. "Ray, you gotta listen to me. I… I…"
Ray tilted her head before placing her lips onto his. Her hands came up to his face as she kissed him deeply. He was surprised by her forwardness but soon was kissing her back unsurely. It was a sensation he had never experienced and he wasn't sure he disliked it. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled him closer. He slid in between her legs. When she pulled away, she placed a kiss on the scar on his chin once more. "Zack, if you thought I was going to let you leave me for some weak woman, you have another thing coming." She spoke her hands combing through his messy tresses slowly. "I would never allow someone who isn't I to get close to you. You should know me better than that dummy."
Zack's eyes widened. "Ray…"
Ray sighed turning off the burners to stop thm from burning. "You do know how many guns I have acquired right? That's the thing about living in the states. There are literally guns everywhere. And I will end all of them before I just hand you over."
"Ray, what are you-"
"I know you're going to gag and act like what I am about to say is gross but I need to tell you." She interrupted.
Zack raised a brow. "What is it?"
"I'm in love with you, Zack," Ray spoke looking him dead in his eyes.
The urge to vomit rose but he swallowed it. She had confessed her love to him and while he didn't know how to respond to it, he was happy at her confession. That meant she wasn't going to leave him. He wasn't entirely sure that what he felt for her was love but he knew his world would crash if she ever did leave him. He could see them growing old together happily. Her eyes would be the last thing he looked at as he took his last breath. Coming back to the present, he nodded to her.
"Idiot." He mumbled pulling her close in a loving embrace.
Ray smiled before jumping off the counter. "Let's eat breakfast."
Zack zoomed to the table to see plates of other breakfast things for him. She placed the pancakes down in front of him. She sat next to him in the chair with her book. He watched her open the book to read the last page from earlier. Her long eyelashes danced slowly as she blinked. He couldn't help but get lost in her as he ate. She was his everything.
"Hey, Zack?" She called not looking up from her book.
"What?" He was piling pancakes in his mouth with ease.
"I want to have sex with you."
Zack choked. "What the fuck?!"
Ray, unfazed, turned the page of her book. "I want to have sex with you." she repeated.
Zack's face burned bright red as he tried to clear his air pipe. "W-what? W-why, why would you want too?"
Ray put her book down slowly. She looked up at her red faced companion before shaking her head. Getting up, she decided to just leave it there. "Guess I'll go ask Keith if he wants too." She spoke walking out of the kitchen to her room. A small smile spread across her face as she made into her room to disrobe.
Zack sat there for a moment letting her words float around in his head. Keith? Who the fuck was Keith?! Where did this Keith come from? Did Keith have a fucking death wish because he was more than happy to supply. That shithead would die a painful death for even thinking about Ray. Getting up quickly, he bounded down the hallway to her room only to kick the door down. His rage was short lived at the sight of her. There she was standing in front of him with nothing on her body. Pale perfect skin was greeted to his eyes. Her hair fell down her body like a platinum blonde waterfall. And he noticed her chest. When had it gotten bigger? There was also a tattoo. Covering his nose at the impending nose bleed, he turned around to give her time to cover up. He screamed obscenities in his mind at why hadn't he knocked or why couldn't he wait till she came out of her room but he knew his temper was the cause of this.
"Are you covered Ray?" He asked not wanting to peak around. He felt arms wrap around his waist and nipples in his bandages. His eyes were wide again as he looked over his shoulder. "Ray?!"
"Zack, this is the female form. I am an adult. And I have been for a while." She spoke with a soft smile.
He pulled away from her. "Ray-"
Ray tackled him to the ground. She was on top of him where he could see everything. His face lit up like a firecracker as he noted the way her hips sat on top of his. And she was spreading to gage his body. She had that serious face on but it wasn't the placid one she usually wore. Her face was serious with want and love. She leaned down to be closer to his face. "Zack, are you disgusted with this? Does the idea of an adult woman make you sick?"
Zack for once had nothing to say. It wasn't that he wasn't happy with this, because he had always thought Ray was beautiful. He would never say that shit out loud of course but he did think that. Her platinum blonde hair fanned down her face and body like a goddess. She was glowing. Those eyes of hers bore into his soul searching for his displeasure. It wasn't there but the fact that she was naked on top of him had him stuck. His brain had shut down. Even the monster inside was at a loss of what to do.
Ray sat up while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. A deep sigh escaped her. "I guess Keith would like it better after all." She moved to get up.
Zack wrapped his arms around her. "Do you want Keith to die?" he whispered his face hidden in his hair.
Ray tilted her head to the side before shaking her head. "Come on Zack, admit it. You don't like my body."
"I never said that!" he hollered flipping them over. "You didn't give me a damn chance!" Zack moved from on top of her before sitting with his back to her. He crossed his arms as he thought about what she was wanting from him.
Ray shook her head as she sat up.
"I like it." he whispered.
She leaned closer to him. "Huh?"
"I said I like it! Dammit, Ray! How can you sit there comfortably like this? I'm a grown ass man and you are… my brat." Zack hissed.
"I'm an adult Zack. I turned 18 six months ago. It's perfectly legal for us to indulge in this." She sighed out looking at her fingers.
"I don't give a damn about it being legal." He growled. Since when did he follow the law? But he would never touch her as a kid. That was some sick shit he killed people for.
"Then what is your issue?"
"You're my brat, bitch."
That was only half of it. He hadn't really paid attention to the female adult form. What was he supposed to do with it?
Ray wrapped her arms around his neck as she placed her head by his. "I'll always be your brat Zack. Nothing will change by us engaging in a human need. I just thought that since I am in love with you, we should be able to show it. This would be a gift no one else would have touched. But if you don't want to, then we won't. I will not force it upon you."
Zack shook his head.
"And I'll stop talking about Keith. I made him up anyway." She smiled kissing his forehead sweetly. Letting him go, she grabbed her towel to walk to the bathroom to bathe.
Zack didn't move from the spot on the floor. He didn't want her to be mad at him. But just what the hell was he supposed to do? She wanted to give him a gift. From the little he did know about girls, the first time they do it is supposed to be special. And she wanted to give it to him willingly. She was a woman like she had said. Like himself, she did have needs to fulfill. His didn't need to be engaged with sexual activity. Killing kept the monster pretty satisfied and the thoughts of his mother at bay. But even his monster didn't know what to do about this situation. That was crazy to him. She was offering herself to him fully and he couldn't even give into her wants. He groaned as he face palmed. Unsure of how to respond to it, he decided he would just jump right into it. Getting up, he walked to the bathroom. Ray deserved this at least.