"Ouch," the tall blonde muttered with intended sarcasm. She was clad in a pair of stone washed jeans and a peach shaded shirt with a pair of heavy black boots. Blue eyes peered through the shades of her sunglasses down at a body. A dead body that was slumped over the edge of a wooden booth and blood was steadily pooling into the small moat between the booth and the main area.
"You should talk," Budd remarked with a lopsided grin. He was brandishing what looked to be a toy rifle that one used when playing a shoot the target game you found at a cheap side show carnival.
"Yes, but you shot him in the....ass." Beatrix said and idly strode around the counter into the 'game' area and tilted her pretty blonde head up to stare at the array of prizes hanging from the ceiling.
"I'm trying to be more creative," he confessed with a light chuckle and set the weapon back on the counter. "What are you doing?" He raised a questionable eyebrow.
"I am..." she trailed off as her long arm extended and she plucked down a stuffed teddy bear from the ceiling. "Getting a souvenir."
"You didn't win anythin'." He shook his head in disgust but it was hard not to miss the smirk on his face. "What you gonna do with a fucking bear....with a," he cringed. "heart on its stomach and its pink?"
She turned back to him, her expression placid. "If you must know, it's a present." She walked back around and began to take strides in the direction of the truck.
"A present for who?" He prodded and followed at her heels.
"You'll see," she cooed and slipped into the truck.
"What in the fucking hell is this?" Bill stared at the.........."thing".........in his hands. It was.......fuzzy......cutesy....and.....the most obnoxious pink he'd ever seen. He was pretty damn sure it was a bear......oh god...and it had a big heart on its belly. It looked even sillier gripped in his large worn hands. His eyes scrolled up to Beatrix, who was standing in front of him, obviously very amused by his reaction. "I didn't know this pink could be possible without the influence of hallucinogenic drugs," he quipped with a smirk, eyes crinkling at her with an effectuate look. Budd was standing behind Beatrix, looking equally as amused. Bill wanted to wipe that goofy grin off his brother's face...no doubt he'd never live this down with his younger sibling.
"Well," Bill raised his eyebrows, attention back on the bear, "...I would prefer it to come with a little Colt 45, a mini red Ferrari Testorosa to ride in, and a pair of silver spurred boots.....but," he smirked back up at Beatrix again, "...I guess I'll just have to settle for iridescent pink....and....." he made a disgusted face, "....a big ol' heart...."
Beatrix stood before Bill holding a haughty posture and an all out proud smile on her face. She knew she'd get a kick out of his reaction to receiving such a gift especially from her and seeing this brightened her mood. Her other reason for getting the bear was to try and break light through the thick cloud of smoke that had been looming over the two killers since their interaction in the shed just a week ago.
"You should sleep with it, Bill," Budd chimed in, keeping his grin. He was enjoying this far too much but even Budd was allowed the satisfaction of taunting his brother in the friendliest manner he could muster. "Or better yet!" He held up an enthusiastic finger. "You should put it right next to your Hanzo sword."
Beatrix laughed loudly, a genuine laugh. "Perfect."
Bill looked utterly revolted at the thought of sleeping with the bear. "I am NOT sleeping with this bear....no offence Kiddo.." he added to the tall blonde with a smirk. Honestly, there were other's in the room he'd much rather sleep with and it wasn't Budd. "I couldn't handle waking up next to something that pink." On a whim, Bill went over to the display where his Hanzo sword was proudly sitting. This was the only real weapon that Bill displayed in his "front" house....strange that he had so many weapons and yet they were all housed in the secure back room. He obviously had some meaning behind this. Smirking, and looking just as amused as the others, he set the bear down next to the sword. He took a step back to critique the setup.
He put a hand to his chin, mocking the typical smarmy art critic, "Hrm....I like it.....it really says so much about all of us as a whole society. While we grow up to become deadly weapons of humankind, inside we are still all just fuzzy pink children.....well bears.....or...." he laughed good naturedly, "...fuck it.....hah...but I still like it."
Beatrix's mission had been a success. Bill wasn't unaware of what she had attempted to do....but he was happy she had. It was strange how something so completely silly could work to heal people who were far from the pink fuzzy bear type. Life was weird that way.
Beatrix was elated but all that would show this emotion was her set of twinkling blue eyes. She had turned to watch as Bill situated the bear in its new home and found the spot more than fitting. It was overly moronic but it was kind of cute in a fucked up way.
Budd had his forefingers and thumbs connected into a square that he held in front of his face, trying to imitate another artistic stereotype. "I love it!" He chuckled and let his hands fall back to his side. He turned to Bill and Beatrix. "I'm headin' out. Bill, I'll call ya later. Bea, always an experience." He flashed a smile, turned, and exited.
The tall blonde was still standing, staring at the bear, with arms over her chest and her head cocked to the side. "I think you should name it," she remarked suddenly for good humor.
Bill stared at her, looking silly standing like that next to a gleaming samurai sword and a bright pink bear. "Name it?" This concept seemed completely beyond his comprehension. He missed Beatrix's joking intentions and took the suggestion seriously. Bill had never had any pets growing up nor anything really worthy of naming. He realized with a revelation he'd never named anything in his entire life (he didn't think of the DiVAS as being named, they just were). He didn't even name his cars, like some other 'car men' tended to do. They, like this bear were inanimate objects...he didn't see the need for them to have names. But looking at Beatrix, he suddenly saw the need.
He went back to staring at the bear intensely, crossing his arms....the confrontation between the bear and the killer was rather comical. "His name is Julio," he said in a confident tone. "After my childhood friend......." He paused, "It's far more cute and fuzzy than Julio....but I think he'd have found the irony funny." Obviously, by the way Bill spoke of Julio he was no longer living. He nodded, giving Beatrix a small smile, "Yes....Julio...."
Beatrix gave a tight nod to Bill's choice of names. She wasn't going to ask for any information on the real Julio taking in consideration it could be a risky subject for Bill. She knew it was hard for him to come up with a name for something such as a stuffed animal. Beatrix always had the thought that Bill was rather clever when it came to 'nick-names'. He did come up with the DiVAS and code named each and every one of them according to their unique qualities. Perhaps that same didn't count for a stuffed fluorescent bear, but it was a name.
The name given Beatrix idly sauntered up and behind the teddy bear residing next to that astounding Hanzo blade. She tilted her head down to peer at it as if evaluating the competition. Satisfied she stepped back. "I think Julio will enjoy himself here," she said matter-of-factly.
Bill was glad Beatrix didn't prod him about Julio. The fact that the kid had been shot in the face while trying to rob a convenience store at the age of twenty-two...well it took some charm away from the bear. And it had been a charming moment, not worth tainting.
Bill chuckled, watching Beatrix closely as she approached the sword stand. "I hope so as well. Although," he added with a tilt of the head, "...this isn't the most stable of environments for a stuffed animal." He gave her a tight smile, perhaps knowing there was a little more behind that statement than a simple joke.
He took a few slow steps towards her, fingertips running along the edge of the sword's gleaming scabbard, eyes focused on the smooth black wood. "That was a nice gesture Kiddo....." he said a low tone, "....thank you....." a fleeting glace up at her, "...even if it was hideously cute and stupid."
Beatrix put on a broad smile. She had become quite a hard assed bitch over the past few years but she still held that spark that could bring out her over all cute dispositions. "I was aiming for the whole cute but nice gesture," she admitted with a touch of fondness in her sarcastic tone.
Blue eyes watched as his fingers traced along the scabbard and lost herself in aimless thoughts for a moment. She pursed her lips and let her gaze travel back down to Julio. "He'll be happy here," she added gently and stepped away. It was time to change the subject. "Budd shot empty rounds into some guy's ass."
Bill looked up suddenly, eyebrows rose, "Budd shot empty rounds into a guy's ass?" He wasn't sure why he'd repeated that comment but...holy shit it was amusing. He laughed, genuinely, "Jesus.....he did that a few years ago....maybe longer, I dunno.." Bill kept laughing, ".....it all blends together.....I didn't think he'd actually pull that trick again," the laugh died down to a chuckle, "At least it wasn't rock salt....he likes to use that trick as well." Bill was obviously relishing in some happier memory of he and Budd's days together. He sighed, ending that bout of laughter, eyes now fixated on Beatrix he became more sober. She looked well, to say beautiful would be only redundant. But it was true nonetheless. There was always a strange glow to her under the track lighting in his living room.
"I like your shirt," he said rather randomly, "It reminds me of the beach....not quite the dessert....but the beach....southern California to be exact." Nobody ever said Bill wasn't a little on the strange side.
Beatrix raised both slender brows quizzically at him. "I'm glad you like it?" She said her tone lingering on uncertainty to her reply. It was a typical tight fitting button up shirt with no special embroidering on it. She was even sure, no, she was positive she'd worn it before. But, it was a compliment as strange as it sounded and she always took a compliment especially when it came from Bill. Her brows eased and her features softened. She made a casual motion at his shirt. She wasn't going to patronize his clothing, she liked the way Bill dressed. It was very...Bill. And she knew how 'protective' he was when it came to his attire. "I like your shirt too. It screams Clint Eastwood cross bred with Bruce Lee."
Bill looked down at his button up shirt, a hand coming up to rest on his chest, "Really?" He sounded flattered. Only Bill would probably find such a strange combination so flattering. He smiled, "I was going more for the John Wayne meets Doc Hollywood look......but I think I like your assessment better." He chuckled, almost forgetting that he and Beatrix got along so well. It was at times like this that he realized, that despite a number of differences, they had a repor that Bill had never had with anyone else, nor could he hope to again. It was quite nice.
He took a few more causal steps towards her, his eyes traveling up and down her tall form, "I don't know about those jeans though Kiddo.....they belong in 1985." As if Bill was one to talk about dressing just a little out of date. "Nice fit though.....and I dig the boots..." He came to stop a few inches in front of her, an amused but well natured smile on his face, "Although...it doesn't really matter....I think you could dress in a garbage bag, held together with duct tape and you'd still manage to look stunning..."
Beatrix's lips spread into a wide smirk. "I would?" Somehow the mere thought of herself parading around in a garbage bag wasn't at all appealing. But going back to their critique on one another's clothing she added, "I wonder how stunning you'd look in a garbage bag..." she trailed off suddenly gaining the vivid image in her head and noticeably cringed.
"Nevermind." Blue eyes sparkled with a tint of mischievous actions but this was only brought on by her heightened amusement. She loved spending moments like this with him. She couldn't rightly admit that she was over what happened a week ago but she was willing to put the past behind. And her willing efforts were paying off, for once.
Bill was going to say something about her looking more stunning wearing nothing......but he checked that, realizing it was a far too juvenile and typically male thing to say. He was better than that.
He burst out laughing at her comment about him in a garbage bag, "Yeah....don't linger on that thought for long.....stunning is not in my personal description....all attire and variety of garbage bags included," he continued to laugh for a moment longer enjoying these moments just as much as she was. Like Beatrix, he was not completely over what had happened the week before....he was still angry, mostly with himself.
These were the best moments.....not those that happened before...but here....now.....
He sat partially on the back of the couch next to her, still looking very amused. He gently picked up her hand and examined its slim makeup, as he had a tendency to do. He looked as if he was about to say something, but stopped, and with a subtle smile went back to examining her hand.
She narrowed her eyes in on her hand that was being thoroughly examined. It was a trait Bill picked up that was only displayed around Beatrix. Such was his tendency to play with her hair. She enjoyed these traits as simple as they were it gave her a sense of contentment and sometimes composure. She was rather mellow at the present moment. The efforts in the last assignment had worn her out physically and what happened in the past ten minutes only added to her mellow state. It was a welcome as well as rare feeling. But none the less enjoyed. She canted her head. "Does my hand fascinate you?" She asked quietly.
Bill let her question hang in the air for a few seconds, his head still tilted down to her hand, "Everything about you fascinates me Kiddo...," he replied in a hushed tone of voice. He took a moment to trace the lifeline on her palm. Bill was good at doing this, and he had taught Beatrix the trick a few years ago. "Your hands....your hair...your eyes.....your smile, your laugh...the genuine one, not the bullshit one....the way you tilt your head like that...just like your doing now.." strange, because he wasn't looking at her at the moment, his look still fixated on her hand, "....that little sauntering walk you do, the way you raise your eyebrows...just barely, the way you drive my cars," leave it to Bill to put that in there, "..the way your fingers wrap around cups, that smart ass glint you get in your eyes, the way you lay your head on my shoulder......" he paused, ".....well....and all that cool killing stuff too.....because I'm still sadistic." What he found perplexing more than fascinating was what she was doing with a man like him but he didn't voice that.....they'd been over that territory...it didn't seem right at this time. His finger stopped at the end of her lifeline......"Twenty four years......" he whispered to himself.
She laughed lightly at his dose of compliments if one could call them so. She wasn't laughing at him or at herself but at the simplicity of his words. They were simple and sweet. Beatrix always loved it when Bill was sweet. That special personality trait that Bill only surfaced for her.
The laugh died down quickly and she held a genuine, thin, and placid smile on her face. "Yes, Bill, I'm that old," she teased knowing that she was far from old. She was still in her prime and had a lot more time to grow and learn which she'd do a whole much more of. She nonchalantly and almost gingerly used her free hand to grasp his free hand. She tilted it so his open palm was facing up and she canted her head, in that way he liked, and inspected his lifeline. Bill had taught her this tactic of reading the lines on your hands to decode your age or anyone else's age. She rarely used it. Her only memory of using it skillfully and not out of fun was during an assignment that required her to decipher the age of a dead body. She couldn't even remember why exactly she had to do that. But, she knew one day this little skill Bill taught her would prove handy.
She traced a single digit along a hard chiseled line running from his wrist to his forefinger. "I may be awhile," came further, good natured teasing.
Bill laughed, yet again, at her little friendly prod at his age. "Yeah...just keep going...it's quite an epic little groove there...." he chided her on, watching her with a blazingly warm expression. He was surprised she could remember how to do the little palm technique...it had been years since he'd showed it to her. It was just one of those little things that one never knew when it might be useful....assassins led rather unorthodox lives, anything could happen.
He continued to watch her. He remembered being twenty four all too well......he couldn't say he had been wiser than Beatrix then. He had certainly been far harder and angrier....that was for sure. When she'd reached the end of his lifeline, albeit a bit jokingly, he slowly enclosed her significantly smaller and extremely more aesthetically pleasing hand in his own. Hands were very fascinating to Bill. They were the first instruments of human kind. They were the weapons of pain and the conjurers of pleasure. They created objects and they destroyed those same objects. Without them human beings were handicapped, with them.....and they then had the ability to create those handicaps upon others. Like many things, they were a blessing and a curse.
Pulling himself out a typical revere, Bill smiled, hand squeezing Beatrix's a little tighter. This time he looked right at her, his increasingly warm expression fixed upon her face.
Beatrix kept that thin smile on her softened features. Her eyes sent off a warm aurora as she slowly leveled them back to his. Their eyes locked and Beatrix lingered before leaning in and placing a kiss on his cheek.
She always wished for more moments such as these where it was the two of them and they were content. There were no arguments only friendly bickering and tender touches. She casually leaned in to his body and she let herself take in that unfamiliar feeling of protection from someone other than herself. She let her head flop against his shoulder not because he had said he liked it but out of pure habit. Her gaze drifted aimlessly as she let the moment last.
Bill loved it when she did that. He'd already stated that, but he wanted to revisit it again.
He had always gravitated to the role of the protector...and far beyond the typical "male" tendency......he had always been that way...wanting to hold and spoil "his women" from a very young age. He smiled against Beatrix's soft kiss and wove an arm around her torso as she leaned against him, his hand wrapped protectively around her shoulder. He rested his chin on the top of her head, staring out equally as aimlessly.
It was one of those "precious moments" as Bill's favorite soul song of the 70's so aptly stated. Instinctually he wrapped another arm around her. There were no sounds save for the hum of the central air conditioning and soft chirps from the dusk birds outside. A low evening sun was casting orange rays through the slats of the wooden patio curtains, giving the oak floor a strange striped glow patterning. He was in no hurry to end this moment, and they stayed like that for sometime. There wasn't much to be said right now, what had been said was said and done....and what was to be said would come in time.
Without much thought, Bill tilted his head down and kissed her on the top of the head, he lingered there for a moment....and then kissed her head again...then her ear, her temple, her cheek and then came to a pause on her lips. He then realized that she'd been slowly tilting her head up.
As it was stated before it was hard for Beatrix pass up on Bill's kisses. Even when he kissed her last week out of pure anger and want of control she couldn't deny that behind that slap she gave him she found hidden pleasure in receiving it. It wasn't much different now except there was no anger between them. Well, there was but it wasn't as prominent a feeling.
As much of a murdering bastard that Bill was Beatrix couldn't help but have a feeling of security when he held her like this. It was funny how much a killer could thaw under the wing of the right person.
Her head was still leaning against his shoulder and tilted up, and her body softened in his arms. She let her eye lids cascade over blue hues and finally closed as she sealed the space between their lips. It was a sensual, pleasurable, and all out affectionate kiss.
Bill returned the kiss with equal affection. His hand that had been on her shoulder strayed to her cheek, pressing there with tender but wanting fingertips. Realizing Beatrix had no intention of breaking this kiss anytime soon, it was never always a sure thing with her, he titled his head to the side, allowing for the kiss to become a little more passionate.
He was clearly aware of all of the times they had shared such physical contact.....all of them were immensely good, but they didn't always end on such a sweet note. After what had happened last week, Bill had it in his mind to make sure that didn't happen again no matter what transpired tonight.
His arm that was still wrapped around her torso, squeezed her in a little tighter, fingers spread across the small of her back. As previously stated as well, Bill was not under confident in his abilities as a lover, perhaps not as much as he was as a killer....but fairly close. After all, he had a lifetime of experience to draw upon.....he hardly had always been that way of course, but he had always been a quick learner.
Honestly this wasn't the most comfortable kiss they've shared. It was more of a side, tilted, crooked body kiss. And as much as Beatrix was enjoying it her neck was starting to ache from having it nestled on Bill's shoulder and tilted upwards and a little to the side. So, to fix this minor predicament she broke the kiss and in an almost graceful manner stepped around and came back to him full frontal. She draped her long arms over his shoulders and came in to continue that kiss. She pressed her body closer to his as she allowed the kiss to show more passion and need.
Beatrix's move did make things a lot more comfortable and allowed things to step up just a little more. Having her facing him, Bill wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up a bit for better leverage even if she was at the same height as himself. As was typical, the one kiss was simply turning into a myriad of strung together ones. Bill found, that with Beatrix it was difficult to be prodding and slow moving. She was just too damn good.
He sat back a little more on the edge of the top of the couch for better support, his hands straying from her back to entangle into her golden hair....it was as soft and as beautiful as ever. He wanted to break away to look at her face.....but he wanted not to even more.....
Beatrix had hardly as much experience as Bill but she never thought of herself bad when it came to kissing or pleasing a mate. Sometimes with past men she felt she had to prove something to them. With Bill she never found it a need to prove to him that she was 'good' in all aspects. She didn't initially rush when it came to sharing affectionate contact but moved at a faster pace. Perhaps her reasons for doing this was due to the fact that when she and Bill shared something so perfect as a kiss it was stupid to linger on it. If they made one long passionate kiss last for minutes there was the possibility it could set back and they'd be back to the hate rather than the love part of their growing relationship. Her long white fingers began to aimlessly lace through his hair and slither along his back, still melting in for further lip to lip contact.
Bill was loving this........drowning in it...already.....It was always like this with Beatrix. It was dangerous. Women were dangerous...they made him do bad things...they always had, but Beatrix was at the top of that list. She was completely and dangerously irresistible, especially when things started to go like this. She made him feel like he was twenty again...that flaming uncontrollable passion that filled oneself to an insane and irresponsible level. That's probably another reason why he liked being with her so much....in essence, she was something of a fountain of youth.
Bill leaned further back, scooping her up further.....he was on the verge of losing his balance....but he was managing to stay put for the moment perched like this.
Pulling back, taking a chance....he was all about chances, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt exposing more of her elegant neck and shoulders. Lifting her up further, she was always light, he buried his face in this new area of exposed skin.
Bill knew that Beatrix was always a sucker when it came to her neck region. There were always those spots that women just loved to be touched and he found it and remembered it. This time she was fully ready to soak into it. She craned her neck to the side and swiped blonde locks off her shoulder to allow him better access. She let her eyes close and she fell into the moment. Her breathing turned shallow but was only due to her sensations of complete bliss.
Bill never ever forgot things such as this it had been stowed away in his mental rolodex for quite sometime, and he was only more than eager to recall it. He spent a good few minutes on this activity, hands clasped firmly at Beatrix's sides. He could tell by her posture and breathing that he was doing more than enough right and that was the goal....like most men, he was rather easy to please.....she was the important one here in his mind.
Unbuttoning a few more buttons on her shirt, he peeled back the garment from her shoulders revealing elegant but muscular arms. He pulled back from her to take in the sight. More than pleased with what he saw, he pulled her in close again, hands running across those powerful shoulders and down her arms.
For a brief second, he looked like he was going to say something, but instead decided he'd rather return to kissing her instead. She seemed a little woozy...unsteady on her feet. In an attempt to relieve this, he tried to pick her up further but he quickly realized that was a bad move when he lost his balance on his perch. Falling backwards with a mumbled curse, he pulled her down with him; into a rather ungainly vertical topple onto and nearly off the couch, his head nearly hitting the floor in the process.
Laughing good naturedly, he held her face in between his hands, "Well, so much for being smooth huh?"
Beatrix was wavering between a giggle and a laugh as both were quite fitting. She was now laying on top of him in an almost forbidden lay out, her hand cupped behind his head and her other hand palm face down on the floor to support herself from sliding off. As the laugher died out there was the essence of seduction in the depths of those blue hues.
"I thought it was kinda sexy," she teased softly and leaned in for another kiss but stopped herself. Her slender brows raised a fraction and her lips formed a crooked line. "One of us is bound to fall over again." The couch was comfy for a couch but it wasn't really that spacious. And also considering the obscure positions they were already in. Beatrix wasn't 'suggesting' anything but she found it necessary to note.
Bill returned her "suggestion" with a sly smirk, hands lost in her tussle of hair. He knew exactly what she was getting at but he briefly wondered if she was ready to go there. He liked her like this, like she was now....quite a lot......but she was right.....they were only bound to fall again if they stayed here and as amusing as that was the first time...he wasn't sure he wanted to repeat it.
He looked into her closely positioned face for a few moments, chest heaving slightly. There were suddenly a million questions in Bill's mind, but his mind was quickly winning out to pure lust and surpassingly truly felt love. And when it came to many men, there was little to be done at that point.
Sitting up suddenly, he wrapped his arms under her legs and stood up. Thankfully Bill was still in moderately good shape....because no doubt many men had thrown their backs out trying to pull that off. And a man with a thrown out back was no longer very sexy.
He knew the way well enough, and even with having Beatrix in front of him, Bill could manage the nearly blind walk down the hallway without running into....much..... He did manage to nearly clip an end table with Beatrix's foot and smack his elbow on the wall. As Bill took that slow but pleasurable walk down the long hallway towards the end bedroom, he couldn't help but flash back to his memories of Beatrix throughout the years.....and now....here she was....chest to chest...well more like chest to face with him.....his face turned up to look at her with blazing admiration. He had to admit, it was a little unreal.
Bill had to kick his door open, since his hands were needed to hold her up. The whole thing might have been a little dramatic, but he did always have a flair for the dramatic.
As bizarre and misplaced as this was Beatrix didn't mind it. She was never treated like this, not by any man, but Bill wasn't any man. Either way this new feeling of being happy, really fucking happy, was exhilarant and a turn on for Beatrix. What Bill was doing was treating her very sweetly and no one treated her like that. No one ever would in quite the same way.
Trying to get to Bill's bedroom without applying any major injuries was a task but a success in the end. She had her arms locked around his neck to support herself from pulling herself over along with him and rested her forehead against his. Soft blue eyes locked with those hard brown ones. Her own held a mixture of emotions. Beatrix was well aware of the risks she was taking but she wasn't worried. She could stop it whenever she felt the need but right now she had no intention of stopping at any point.
Bill wished they could stay like this....but he couldn't physically pull it off, Beatrix was light...but he couldn't hold her like this much longer. He gave her one more long kiss, and another on the forehead before reaching the edge of the bed and slowly setting her down. She sunk easily down onto the comfortable bedding.
He had left the lights on at a dim mid level lighting when he had last left the room. Of course, he'd had no idea that this would happen here but it was a nice accidental touch anyways. As always his huge California king was neatly made and in true "Bill" stylings.
And there in the middle of it all, was Beatrix, staring up at him with wide blue eyes. It was like something right out of a guilty dream, that no doubt he'd surely had at least one of.
Crawling on top of her, he paused to sit up and unbutton his shirt. He wadded the garment up and in very uncharacteristic style threw it on the floor, revealing again the gallery of battle scars and a moderate spread of dark chest hair. Bill certainly wasn't going to be an underwear model anytime soon or anything even close to such, but he certainly did not lack brute male machismo. He stared down at her. A good amount of women would find this quite disturbing.....he could only hope, at least he thought from what he knew thus far, that Beatrix was not one of those women.
Of course not, she wouldn't be laying there if she did. Beatrix didn't give a damn and she most likely never would.
Once again Beatrix stared up at him with an awe affect as slender digits traced along those jagged lines. There was nothing new to trace which could be considered a good thing. Her tracings didn't last that long, she had seen, traced, and felt the same way before. So, she gave her hands another task and that was unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. Her expression stayed stoic during this process and when finished she haphazardly tossed it to the floor along with Bill's.
She was wearing a white sports bra beneath. She decided to rid Bill of the daunting task of removing it and did it herself.
Now Beatrix was half naked. Not that Bill hadn't seen her so before but not in this light. The blonde was well aware she had a 'perfect' body except for a few minor light etchings on her skin. She didn't need this reinstated and to avoid it, she put a hand gingerly to the back of his head and brought him down for another kiss, just or more passionate as before.
Bill watched her perform all of these tasks with a mixed look of anticipation, pure lust and awe on his face. His hair kept falling across his eyes and he continuously kept batting it away, not wanting to miss one second of this. He had just started properly oogling her when she pulled him down. He nearly chuckled at this. Of course he'd seen her half naked before, but it had been only professional then and he honestly had blocked any lustful thought from his mind at those times. It had been the right thing to do, now....well....it was all he could think of. But he was quickly distracted from that train of thought, onto another just as tantalizing one when she brought him down for a deep kiss. Hell, she could probably have done anything to him at this point and he'd go along with it. His sharp mind was beginning to dull down into something lower on the evolutionary scale.
He let himself completely lay against her, which was extremely hot, to put it mildly. His knees were still holding up some of his weight, so as to not crush her...not that he was worried with a woman like Beatrix, but it was the gentlemanly thing to do. But that's about where the gentlemanly behavior ended, as his hands had minds of their own now and he couldn't do a damn thing to stop them. Bill could feel himself getting really into this, told by a number of factors and he murmured something into her neck that just come out as a indistinguishable testosterone fueled slur. Well, so much for that. He went back to using mouth for more nonverbal tasks.
Beatrix melted into all of this. Someone, whom it was had slipped her dulled mind at the moment, had said that killers were the best in bed. As to why wasn't entirely known but a major factor was the idea that two killers were able to put aside violent tendencies and do something completely natural. It was hard to fathom Beatrix and Bill, the two deadliest people in the world, were able to put aside everything and give into something they both knew ranked being far more dangerous than risking one's life every day.
Those lights in the back of Beatrix's mind continued to dimly flicker, giving off those signals that had made her stop so many times before. But they were so close and Beatrix so wanted this that she was having a harder time denying the truth.
Her heart was picking up a steady pounding against her chest and whenever Bill happened to use a nonverbal action in a very vulnerable area she sucked in a sharp breath. During the present time she had had her hands wandering over his bare back and aimlessly weaving through his hair. Her hands were becoming bored and desired to move onto something more challenging. Idly she let her wandering hands slide over his chest and farther down where she began to tug loose his belt.
As typical in these sorts of situations, Bill wanted to be able to think....god, there was so much to think about right now, but nature was winning over even his incredibly stubborn will. His mind was becoming almost completely linked to his body, and his body was telling him one thing.
When Beatrix began to unfasten his belt, he immediately brought a hand down to help her. With their combined effort they succeeded without little break in the flow of things. This time, Bill was hell bent on doing this part right. Sitting up slightly, he managed to kick away the garment. Where Bill got silk boxers with Chinese characters on them was a little in question.....more so was what they said...which at the moment, was impossible for Beatrix to read unless she wanted Bill to get an entirely new idea in his mind. He laid back down on her, his hands moving lightly down her face and past her neck to travel down the rest of her body.....which was....absolutely perfect...in every way. He realized he was still wearing his watch, but was far too gone too care nor want to take the effort to remove it.
Things began to speed up a little more at this point, like an out of control train about to derail. Bill, the self titled "master of control", was made a complete and utter liar out of himself. His movements and actions became more urgent and he wasn't entirely sure he could stop now, even if he wanted to....which he sure as hell didn't.
He brought his face up, which was slightly sweaty and partially obscured by his own hair, to look at Beatrix. She didn't appear in the slightest bit hesitant and in response to her pleased expression he began removing her jeans....which of course were tightly fitting...once again.....
Beatrix was beginning to wonder briefly if she should start wearing looser fitting pants so they wouldn't run into this problem. But the thought was short lived as she knew it would never happen. Besides, tight fitting was a hell of a lot easier to maneuver in when kicking someone's ass. Well, that didn't help the situation at hand.
She tentatively pulled up her hips from the soft padding of the comforter and with needed effort began to pull them down. Blue eyes exchanged a look with Bill that told him to have patience. She liked these jeans and had no intention of letting his suddenly new 'un controlling' nature become too gritty. She slipped her legs from beneath him so they were now extended and bent on either side of him. This allowed her an easier time of slipping her jeans off and kicking them off her feet with a jerk sending them to the floor.
Bill was having a difficult time being patient, he felt like a kid at Christmas...so close to unwrapping that present of a lifetime......the one he already knew what it was...yet he hadn't had a chance to play with it yet...but then, in the process not being able to figure out the damn wrapping. Ok, so it was a very bad analogy....but, to him, it made perfect sense. He watched intensely with heavy breathing as Beatrix preformed the fairly impressive maneuver of getting off a skin tight pair of pants.
All of the sudden exertion it took to get a fucking pair of pants off, Beatrix's chest was now heaving and possibly not just due to that. She moistened her lips and brought her head up for another passive kiss on his lips and arms came back around.
Again, she snared him in and again he was completely lost in her embrace. There was so much to touch and admire....it was overwhelming in a very, very good sort of way. Of course, the whole experience was far from new to Bill.....but with Beatrix things tended to feel new. And he couldn't remember ever feeling like this at the very least, not in a long, long time. She was not only beautiful and quite good at this.....but he actually had a genuine care for her. He'd known and cared about her for five years, there was an investment between them....an understanding. It wasn't just about sex, it seemed it was about expression of love as well. Again, a long lost feeling for Bill.
Well, it was down to the nitty gritty now. Beatrix had called things to a halt at this point once before, and Bill admitted to still feeling a vague sense of wariness in the back of his lust dulled mind. He wasn't sure he could face another stop like that.....not now....not after what he felt and was feeling now. To prolong this minor but not impossible thing from happening, he kept up this extremely third base foreplay for a few more minutes.
Finally, knowing she was driving him absolutely crazy....and he simply couldn't stand it anymore...he pulled back from her momentarily. With a raised, rather coy eyebrow he looked at her, gave her a small half smile and in one swift movement tossed off his remaining piece of clothing. And that was that. Beatrix was no stranger to men and Bill was no stranger to being naked around women. He was certainly no exhibitionist but he didn't have much shame either.
The tall blonde stared up at him with elevated eyebrows and her lips formed a crooked smile. Beatrix had seen a lot of guys and she didn't have to look, actually she preferred not to look. Bill wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing man in the world even so, it was a habit with anyone.
Those blue eyes locked with his. They were vacant but sparked with anticipation. Her equally as lust filled mind was finally beginning to come to terms. She had to make a choice. The risky choice if she wanted to stop it here as she had times before or just keep going. If she put it off again then things could get even more 'hot' between them, in a very nonsexual manner. She didn't want that. The main thing going through her pretty blonde head was why she was doing this. Yes, she cared greatly for Bill, she was very fond of him and she knew she wanted more with him in terms of a relationship. But, before she had stopped herself because she didn't love him. She now knew that Bill did love her. Beatrix didn't want to fuck for the wrong reasons. She had fucked for all the wrong reasons before and she didn't want to make that mistake.
Maybe she loved him and maybe she didn't. The question was beginning to hurt her head and she decided to fuck it, or to put it in lay-man's terms; fuck Bill.
She blinked hard and came out of her revere. Her hands wandered down to her own under garment and she slipped them off. This was much easier to do and she kicked them off effortlessly. There she was naked, beneath him, and ready. She knew if she didn't do it soon she would start denying the truth again. And it was hard enough for her to admit the truth to get this far, she wasn't going to turn back on it.
For the first time during all of this, it now dawned upon Bill that this was really happening. He had built up so much wariness about it that it took her last act of clothing removal to finally make it a full reality to him.
How long had this inevitable conclusion been building? It was difficult to say.......but most likely longer than he realized or was even willing to admit. Oh sure, he'd thought about this, but he never actually thought it would happen. There was still the constantly nagging question....why? Why did Beatrix want to do this with him? He wasn't complaining, that's for damn sure. But, she was absolutely beautiful, she was smart, funny....well, she was all of that "too good to be true" stuff. She could be out with all sorts of guys her age...good looking nice dudes with normal jobs, sleek pecks, and nice cheekbones. Instead, well....here she was with him. Not that Bill had a bad self image or felt he didn't deserve this....he'd slept with more than enough beautiful women in his life. When he was younger, it had been easier of course....but even now, he could still get away with it. But nobody like Beatrix.....nobody even close.
He looked down at her for sometime, well...it couldn't have been longer than thirty seconds, but it seemed like an eternity. What she was must be thinking right now was completely beyond his grasp, not something he was used to. But...for once, he wasn't sure he even wanted to know. What he did know was that he wanted her, she was willing, he was beyond willing, and everything was laid out right there. It was just a matter of taking that last step.
Leaning down on his elbows, he brought his hands up to hold that breathtaking face of hers. He was tempted to make one last witty little comment....god, there was so many possibilities here....but wisely, because he couldn't bare the thought of him ruining it now like this, he choose to save that for another time, if she let him do this to her again....which was getting a little too far ahead of himself. He let his look linger on her face just a moment longer.....and then, clasping a hand onto her knee, he took that final step and the inevitable fates of both of them changed forever.
The whole experience would be quite a memory for both of them to look back on. They had finally done it. It was something they subconsciously had been working towards for five years. During those agonizing minutes of debating before it actually happened Beatrix had made the 'best' choice so far in her life. She had stopped denying the truth that she wanted Bill and he wanted her and that it was perfect.
In ways it was majorly fucked up; the whole concept...but once finished, it couldn't of been more right.
Every sexual interaction she had thus far in her life was now a mere speck of blood compared to what she just experienced. Beatrix almost wanted to scold herself for not taking that step sooner but she knew that if she had it would have been wrong. She needed to work up to that point and the results were well worth it.
Bill was...amazing in bed, to put it simply. Who knew a killer could be so gentle, loving, and passionate? Weird things happened when one was in love. Ah, but it came back to a daunting question. What happened surely wasn't a pity fuck and it wasn't just a fuck because she knew she wanted him. It was something far greater than that.
The tall blonde, bangs stuck to the side of her temple, her naked body gleaming in sweat was now contently nestled against her 'lover'. Her back was to him and her head was leaning against his chest as a thin sheet was draped over their forms. Her breathing was finally beginning to calm down and blue hues were half lidded. She held a 'real' blissful smile on her face. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this content.
She shifted her head that was lying on his out stretched arm that was being used as a pillow. "Bill..." she breathed in a voice barely above a whisper. It was hard to tell if she spoke his name because she just wanted to let it roll across her tongue or she wanted his attention.
There was sex....and there was sex. That....well...that had by far been the latter...whatever the hell that was...who knew...it was too difficult to explain. It was like trying to explain a weird but wonderful dream, you tried to put it into words.....but it was impossible. There was nothing like 'the first time' with somebody. Bill would never forget what had just transpired, no matter what happened after....he would return to that moment, again and again. Not to relive it out of some perverted pleasure, but to cherish that memory of when the heart and soul did their damndest to translate physically. He cherished it for Beatrix, he cherished it because it reminded him he was still all too human....later, he'd cherish it because it was a way to remember her without an ounce of tainted betrayal.
Well anyways, maybe that was being a little poetic for fucking. But that's how Bill felt about it, and he always would. Every sexual experience he'd ever had seemed hallow and thin compared to what had just happened. Maybe it had all been a very long dress rehearsal for the real thing that he had now just lived through. He had done the best he possibly could have because he wanted to maker her happy. He didn't need to make himself happy, he was just happy to have done it. But he was also happy because, knowing that he loved her....he did not doubt that one bit now, he had done it out of love. Doing something out of pure love...........well....that perhaps truly was a first.
He was awash with that "after sex" feeling....drowsy, euphoric, a little woozy....but most of all completely and utterly content. Content with himself, content with his life as fucked up as it was, content with what he'd done and at the highest, content with the woman lying next to him.
His outside arm was draped over her torso, fingers resting on top of her hand, as her back lay cradled against his chest. He could feel his hair slightly plastered to his still sweaty face, and was sure it looked rather ungainly...but after what she'd just seen...well he obviously didn't need to care anymore. He shifted his "pillow" arm slightly as she moved her head to speak to him. He thought she'd said his name, but he wasn't sure....he was still pretty out of it. Tilting his head down, he rested it on top of her shoulder, eyes almost completely closed. With a slight turn, he kissed her softly behind the ear, "Hrm?" he queried in a gentle tone.
She let her fingers lace between the fingers of the hand that was on top of hers and she didn't respond to his inquiry for a good minute. She was stoic, content, and basically washed over with exhaustion. She felt like she had just been given a sedative but this time it was self induced, making it all that much more enjoyable. If she let her eyes close she knew there was a possibility of dosing off and she didn't want that. She wanted to last in one of the best moments she'd share with Bill.
It took a lot for her to say what she had planned to say. Beatrix had to completely submit herself to the truth and the truth was a hard pill to swallow.
She finally spoke, softly, truthfully, and confidently, "I love you." As sappy as it sounded she couldn't have been happier to get it out. It made this whole thing become more clear and logical. She felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders and from now on she was going to have a 'slightly' easier time dealing with things that pertained to 'them'. She affectionately rubbed her cheek against his arm and let her eye lids drift shut.
It was still up for debate if Bill had a heart. But at that moment, his heart or whatever one argued was in the place of it, took a leaping jump. There was no debate about that, he felt it....down to his very core. He raised his head fractionally from her shoulder, eyes suddenly wide open and looking at her with indescribable affection and perhaps just a tad of scrutiny. Even in his current state, Bill could still detect a lie and Beatrix had not lied to him. She had said the complete truth and best of all, she had told the most important truth she would ever tell him. Sure, she'd lie to him in the future, but he'd always have that truth. She perhaps would even deny it, attempt to retract it later on. But he knew....he would always know that truth. It was the truth he'd cling to in the darkness. It was his truth.
He stared at her for a few seconds, watching her eyelids droop shut. He thought, perhaps those three words had taken more out of her than all of the physical activity that had just transpired. That he could understand. He couldn't have been easy to admit to loving, or even come to loving in the first place and Bill knew that. Suddenly, he wanted to talk to her, tell her so many things he'd never told her.....not important things, not very deep or meaningful things....just things....but he knew he would have time for that later on. Besides, he realized now how many women he'd bored to death with pillow talk that simply went over most of their heads.....then again, Beatrix was the only one who'd listen and understand.
He settled his chin back down on her shoulder, eyes fixated on the wall in a look of wonderment. After a few minutes, he forced himself to stop thinking so much....and let his former feelings of drowsiness seep through that sudden rush of adrenaline. He wrapped his arm even tighter around her body, pressing her against him in a very protective manner.
"I love you too, Kiddo," he whispered in her ear, before settling his head back down. Of course, she had been asleep for sometime, but he knew she would still hear him.