Notes: Evil plot bunnies are hiding everywhere LOL
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The lights in the lab are dimmed as I work; I prefer the darkness to the bright lights that Greg seems to enjoy. A noise slowly worms its way into my consciousness but it takes me a moment to realise what it is. Footsteps. Heels. A woman, walking down the corridor. Careful to keep my head where it is, I slowly inch my gaze up until I can see the glass wall of the lab. Suddenly, there you are, walking past my lab. Your pace slows and you glance in, towards me. I raise my head, making eye contact with you. I want you to come with me, take my hand and leave this place. A smile spreads across your face as you see me looking at you, and you slowly push open the door. Closing it behind you, you walk towards me and reach out, gently running your hand down my face. My arms circle your slender waist, tightening around you and forcing you to step closer. The desire in your eyes tells me you like this; you like me dominating you. I leave one hand pressed against your back, while I move the other one forward, running it over your stomach tenderly. You may have worked out but I can still feel the slight raise in the muscles, the sign of having bourn a child. You're truly a woman, a mother, and now you're all mine. Lowering my lips to yours, I claim your mouth, there's a slight hint of mint I taste when we kiss. I've thought about this moment for months, fantasised about holding you in my arms. Others would say you're not interested but I know differently. I've seen the way you look at me, the hunger in those half smiles you give me. I've watched the way you move, the sensuous swing of your hips when you know I'm watching. I can tell you want me, even though you pretend not to notice me.
I move away from you slowly, watching the pout that pulls at your bottom lip
as I loosen my grip on you. You don't notice my hand wrap around the scalpel
on the desk, not until I raise it and draw it across your cheek. The look of
shock that crosses your face as the blade slices your skin turns me on, making
my heart beat faster. I watch, mesmerised, as the blood trickles down your face,
dripping onto your pale blue blouse. You pull yourself from my grip, running
towards the door, but I'm faster and I reach it before you. You're
afraid now; I can smell it all around us, as your eyes dart in all directions.
You're looking for a way out, but there isn't one. You're
in my world now Catherine, and there's no escape. I want to see you stripped
down to the bone, literally. I'm going to peel away your skin, wash away
your blood, until I see the pure glimmer of bone. You've taunted me long
enough, teasing me with your smiles and your body. Did you think I was blind?
Immune to your appeal? Did you believe I wouldn't react to your signals,
that I'd turn a blind eye and ignore you? Jaw clenched against the pain,
you struggle to free yourself from me, but my grip on you is vice-like. You're
staying here, with me, where everything's ours, for a few hours. I'm
not going to kill you yet. I want to hear you speaking, just for me. I want
to hear you crying, just for me. I want to hear your screams, hear you beg for
my mercy.
"Hodges?" A male voice says behind me, snapping me back to reality in a second. Turning, I see Catherine and Gil standing in the doorway, both wearing suspicious expressions.
"Everything alright?" Cath asks quietly, her eyes showing a hint of fear.
"I'm fine," I tell her, watching them nod and leave the room. Slumping back against the table, I curse silently. I have to be more careful. Was I speaking while I was fantasising? Did they hear? Will things changeā¦.?
