"What the fuck is that?"
Budd and Beatrix were standing in the midst of Bill's parking lot. They had just gotten off an assignment and Budd picked up a stray something along the way, when Beatrix wasn't looking. Now they were switching cars and Budd was holding something in his arms.
"It's a pussy."
The blonde raised a questionable brow. "A cat?"
"Yeah, a cat if you wanna call it that," Budd retorted dryly and began stroking the bundle of fur that was a sleek ravens black color.
Beatrix stifled a laugh by hiding it behind a smirk. She walked over to him and gingerly took the cat. "Where'd you find him?"
"At the gas station while you were grabbin' a drink."
"Nice to know I can trust you," the blonde mused as long white fingers stroked against the softened fur. The cat gave off a low vibration against her chest. Blue eyes glanced to Budd. "Mind if I hold on to him?"
"I found 'em first…"
"Thanks a bunch," she rang in without getting a clear answer out of Budd. Over the past few days she had taken some more time to think and the assignment had helped. It was an easy one that required not much talent but a great deal of bloodshed. Thus, the results leaving a much more pleasant Beatrix Kiddo.
Budd grumbled and trudged to his truck. "See ya, Budd," Beatrix called after him but the cowboy just wove a hand at her and slammed the door.
With cat in hand the tall 'deadly' blonde walked across the gravel pavement and into Bill's hacienda. She could clearly hear Bill on the cellular as she came into the living room. Not wanting to disturb she settled on the couch. Her long legs stretched out horizontally and she positioned the black fluff of fur on her stomach, stroking it idly.
Bill was on the cell phone for another good five minutes. He was speaking in his typical duel language switching. This time English and Cantonese….which was always a bizarre mix to listen to. Finally, there was the beep of a disconnect button and he strolled into the living room, having heard Beartix enter there a few minutes beforehand. He smiled in greeting and walked up to her, suddenly freezing in place a few feet from away from where she lay stretched out. His eyes narrowed, "What the fuck have you brought into my house?" He said softly. Bill was a little protective of his living establishments, much like his clothing and his weapons......and his women for that matter. He pointed a finger, "It's very much alive...whatever it is...." Of course, it was a cat. "If that thing sprays on anything...or if it has rabies...or worms....or whatever the fuck else....." a slightly amused smirk, "...your compensating me." Underneath the gruff exterior, Bill thought it was actually pretty damn cute. But he wasn't going to admit that so easily.
Beatrix was still on the couch with the cat on her stomach. She laughed lightly at Bill's reaction. She had almost intended to get that type of reaction from him. She needed it. She needed something more light and relieving from the past few days. She slid her fingers beneath the cat's stomach and lifted it up. Its little butt was dangling in the air as she supported it from beneath the hind quarters. The cat had a very pretty face of pure black and illuminating green eyes. Her own illuminating blue eyes stared back at the cat. "Budd found him," she stated quietly, not having taken a glance back to Bill. The cat let out a soft mewing. "I'm sure he's safe." The amusing part of that was that a cat being found by Budd being stated safe was calling Elle safe when she was drunk.
"I think he's adorable." She picked her head up and nudged her nose against the cat's black nose.
Bill watched Beatrix for a moment, a small smile on his face….eyes on her intently. There it was, all women had it.....that maternal instinct...it came with cats, dogs, birds...fish....fucking...spiders...whatever. They couldn't help themselves. He wasn't downplaying it...it was nature at it's finest. Sure, men coddled cute fuzzy animals now and then....but with women it seemed more innate. "It's very cute," Bill admitted after a few seconds and came to sit down on the edge of the couch. He watched her and the cat for a few more moments, "Here...let me see it.." He reached out and took the cat. Like all small cute things, it looked very funny in Bill's large weathered killers hands. He turned it around and held it up to his face to stare at it. It stared back at him, still purring...but not quite as contently as when Beatrix had been holding it. "It's a 'he' all right," Bill said with a raised eyebrow. He smiled, not completely unresisting to the charms of the cute and adorable. He held it to his chest, petting its fur, his hand nearly covering the little thing's head every time he did so. "I'm sure you already have a name for it," he said, eyes still downcast on the cat. He turned and gave Beatrix a smile and then gently handed the creature back to her. "Here, I think he likes you more than me."
"Course he does," she replied. She took the cat and plopped him back on her stomach. She was more or less aware of her maternal side and some times envied it because she had no plans on using it except when it came down to cute, fuzzy things. Bill, she had it set in her mind that he was in no manner maternal. Maybe he could be warm but there wasn't much there. This was her own accusation, of course she could be wrong but she stuck with what she witnessed in past events before. "His name is…" she trailed off a moment, her hand settling across the lengthy body of the slim creature. "...Black Mamba. He's black like a mamba, more so then I am." Her slender brows furrowed as she tilted her chin down to inspect the creature further to make sure the name fit. "And…he's so cute he's deadly. One bite and you'll die of rabies." She canted her head up at Bill with an amused smirk. "I think he'd make a suitable member to the squad. He sure as hell won't cause as much trouble as the humans."
Bill chuckled, finding Beatrix's choice of names quite fitting. She was far better at the naming things than himself. "I believe he is probably more behaved than all of you put together." He raised a brow, "One bite? That is one rabies infested cat you're coddling their Kiddo...." He leaned back, an arm draping over the back arm of the couch. He smiled again, watching her with warm affection as she happily petted the cat in silence. It was the most contented he'd seen her since that fateful night between them a few weeks ago. And that was a very scary comparison there.
"Black Mamba...." he said, looking down at the blissful little cat. "Yes...I like it..." He gave his approval, which most likely didn't matter one bit to Beatrix. Bill stared down at the cat's slowly sweeping tail. He was one of those people who always had the temptation to pull on animal's tails. It was darkly funny. Somehow he didn't think Beatrix would appreciate that all that much though. Instead, he reached out an idly stroked the cat's back fur. "The assignment went alright I'm assuming?" He quarried, changing the subject momentarily.
"It was fine," she replied. Her attention was focused on 'Black Mamba' who was padding circles across Beatrix's stomach. He then settled down into a contented ball of fur, purring away like a vibrator. She continued after the cat was nestled comfortably on her blouse. "The target was a complete asshole. He ran some titty bar that was obviously very unsuccessful, seeing there were almost no occupants. We had to hit off one or two of the strippers and bouncers but other than that it was easy."
Her head was leaning on the arm of the couch and she tilted her chin up to him. "It may have made a mess but…it felt damn good." Leave it to Beatrix to 'enjoy' killing numerous strangers at a bar. At least it helped her diminish anger. "Budd received a split lip but he'll live and I ruined my blouse but it was getting old." It was obvious by now that Beatrix had gotten over what happened a few days ago. She had developed a tactic of closing off certain memories that she found too shameful to entertain. So, she forgot it but the entrance was always there, always mocking her, and she would once in awhile be tempted to open it.
Bill made a mock sad face, "I'm sure the world will mourn the loss of a couple of strippers and some loser bouncers." He smirked, always one to easily write off human life, "Well......sounds like a charming time. I'm sure Budd enjoyed himself.....he always had a penchant for titty bars. He used to sneak into them underage...." a chuckle. And there it was….that confessional from Beatrix....that she enjoyed killing...that it felt "damn good." He gave her a proud look. That was why he knew Beatrix would never be able to fool herself. She'd not always make such an easy confession as that one...but Bill would never forget it. Her spirits seemed higher than before. The cat currently purring contentedly on her stomach seemed to certainly help. "I was going to get you a cat for your birthday...a black one too..." he said, leaning the side of his head against the back of the couch, "But....it appears you already have got one...so..." he threw his hands up, "....I guess your not getting anything." He smirked widely.
She put on a thin smile of amusement. "Damn," she stated loudly and Black Mamba made another soft mewing noise as if Beatrix had disturbed the poor thing. It soon settled back to sleep. She arched a slender brow. "Well," her tone leveling down. "I'll pretend you put him on the road for Budd to find and 'give' to me on purpose."
Bill laughed, "Good plan.....yes...just keep pretending that." Smiling, he stood up, "Have you had dinner yet? I was just about to make some leftovers....eh...some yakisoba noodles and vegetables or something Nikishi made yesterday when I was gone." When Beatrix didn't express any blatant distain for the idea, he disappeared into the kitchen for a few minutes, leaving her with the cat. He took his time, making some coffee in the process. Beatrix seemed happy to lie there and rest in silence and he gave her a few minutes of that as he prepared the leftovers.
That silence didn't last long. There suddenly was a loud yell from the living room where Beatrix and Black Mamba that cat were lying. The yell soon followed a crash and then a black cat dashing down the hallway like a devil in disguise. A rattled tall blonde soon followed after the fleeting cat but the cat made it to the patio, squeezed through the partially opened sliding door, and dashed into the bushes. Beatrix soon came back into the kitchen area, gingerly suckling on her forefinger. She glanced to Bill who looked amused as well as baffled.
"Fucking cat bit me."
Bill stared back at Beatrix, frozen, "What did it break?" Not surprisingly the first words out of his mouth. He walked up next to her and glanced down the hallway where the little beast had recently fled down, "Where did it go?" Again, not surprisingly his second question, since it's outcome relied heavily on the contents of the first question. "If that thing broke anything worth more than what the bullet would cost to put it down....I'm not going to be pleased," he frowned down the hallway, not hearing any cat-like noises. Bill wasn't always the most....sympathetic with his words.
When Beatrix informed him she'd last seen it go into bushes by the patio, Bill gave a dramatic sigh, "Well...Kiddo...I guess your stuck with me now....I'm hardly as cute and fuzzy." He looked at her finger, picking it up for inspection, "Yeah....little fucker got ya pretty good..." He raised an eyebrow, "Typical male....," a smirk, "...taking your love one moment and then biting the hand that loved him the next moment..." Who knew where the hell Bill came up with that one. He gave her a softer look, "But, it was cute while it lasted...."
"Wish it lasted longer," she muttered snatching her finger back. She despised the fact that even a fucking cat could be so typically male and emphasize the fact that nothing ever 'lasted' for Beatrix. She walked behind the counter, over to the sink, and began to run cool water on her wounded finger. Black Mamba the cat had broken skin and crimson began to mix with the water that poured into the sink. Blue eyes glanced over to Bill who had gone back to cooking, if you could call punching numbers on a microwave cooking.
"If you bite me, I'm gonna bite back." A threatening pause as she turned her eyes back to the running water. "And I may have rabies."
Bill smirked, watching the microwave tray turn slowly, "Hrm....tempting...I might just have to bite you now...just to see what you taste like. It's worth the risk of rabies I think." He popped open the door of the microwave as it beeped, "Besides...if I remember correctly..." he sauntered up beside Beatrix at the sink, setting the bowl of noodles down, "...you've already bitten me...at least once....I find that a very unfair advantage on your part." He bused himself with getting two plates and utensils, still wearing that trademark smirk. "If you need a band aid," he gave her a sidelong glance, "..well...I think you know where they are. There's also a shitload of antiseptic and stitching equipment if you need those as well...for you're.....wound...." Of course she knew that as well.
It was this little sarcastic bickering game between the two of them that Bill loved almost more than anything. Nobody could bicker with him quite like Beatrix. She was a worthy verbal as well as physical opponent. "Make sure you don't get bitten by any more cats Kiddo...." he mumbled, serving up the noodles, "I actually have them hiding all over my house...you've just never seen them before. I sometimes stick them in certain places, so women can be conveniently bitten...and then I must tend to them. Works like a charm...."
Beatrix still wasn't entirely amused by this but she wasn't against playing the game. "Smart ass," she stated as she flicked off the faucet, turned away from him, and walked down the hall way to get her band aid.
She returned within the next minute with a band aid secure around her wounded finger. "I ran into another cat in the bathroom," Beatrix began in an equally smart ass-story-tell voice. "But I snapped his neck before he was able to bite me. He was gonna bite me on the ass too, little fucker." Her façade was calm beneath her playful smirk as she slid onto a stool where a bowl of steaming noodles awaited. She picked up the wooden chopsticks lying beside the bowl and long white fingers adjusted accurately to hold them. Blue eyes watched as Bill took out the last dish from the microwave.
Bill raised his brows, "That was my favorite one too....damn you Kiddo.....that ass biting was it's specialty....took me years to train it to do that. Had a lot of....failed attempts....if you know what I mean." He smirked again, picking up his own bowl and chopsticks and sitting down on the stool next to her, "I was hoping it would give ya a real good bite on the ass too....." He snatched up a wad of noodles with his chopsticks, "...poor little fucker," he added before taking a bite.
They ate in amused silence for a few moments.
"Do you think I need to take you to the hospital for a rabies shot? I can see some foaming at the mouth already starting...." Bill interjected suddenly, his sarcasm completely undaunted, "I think that cut is bleeding through your band aid as well...maybe I should wrap it up in some gauze...." He chuckled, breaking "character" for a brief moment, before going back to eating...which he appeared to be able to do just fine while continuously smirking. "Wait until you meet the cat under my bed covers...."
Beatrix laughed and playfully hit him on the shoulder but it was far from anything hostile. "You sick fuck," she rasped between a dying chuckle.
Bill laughed out loud, making a pretend hurt expression when she hit him. "I never said I wasn't a sick fuck," he added under his breath with a sneer, knowing full well she could hear him.
She turned back to her bowl and poked her chopsticks at her half consumed noodles which were quite good for leftovers. Blue eyes side glanced to him, sparkling with pure fondness. "That…," she noticeably cringed. "…sways me away from getting back into bed with you." She scooped up a wad of noodles and stuffed in her mouth, chewing contently. "But," she swallowed. "If you or a cat got too close I could just scare you off with my rabies." Before she completely swallowed all of her food she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue which still held masticated food particles. She closed her mouth and swallowed. A brow raised and head canted in Bill's general direction. "Scared?"
He cringed at her tongue showing of halfway chewed up noodles, "That's fucking disgusting! Wait...and you just called me a sick fuck?" He jabbed a chopstick into her side, "Maybe you do have rabies.....Jesus Christ....what have you given me? God...close your mouth....augh...." He went back to eating, giving her a sly smirk, "Yes Kiddo...I'm officially scared now......in fact....I don't think I'm going to let you get into bed with me again. Your mere showing me of your foul eating habits has caused me to become completely disgusted with you...in fact....I don't find you attractive anymore at all.....revolting in fact....."
Beatrix put on a pouty lip façade. She resumed poking at her noodles, her eyes downcast. "I'm revolting now?" She pretended to look very hurt by this fact. Like Bill she could fake things very well. It came in handy when going on assignments. "Then I'll just have to find someone else to crawl into bed with that won't find me and my rabies revolting." She chewed up another scooping of noodles but she made no maneuver to display it again.
Bill considered that, "Hrm...no....I take it all back....I'm full of shit....," he set his chopsticks down in a now empty bowl, "Rabies are actually very sexy....something of a personal turn on actually.." He smirked again, which faltered and just died into a laugh. "Ok...ok..." he waved a hand, still chuckling, the whole act dropping, "Truce?" He leaned over to her stool, giving her a kiss on the cheek as if to further resolve this point.
Beatrix's pout genially flipped to a smile. "Truce," she replied lightly. She found those past ten minutes to be a rare time that she was enjoying herself. She felt happy with herself, her life, her lover, and her decisions. It was a feeling she'd cherish in later years.
They finished up their noodle dishes in remaining silence. Once through they cleared the countertop and put needed things away.
"So," Beatrix said coming up behind Bill and wrapping her arms around his neck. She leaned her chin idly on his shoulder. "If I were to say that I'm going to spend the night would it be safe to think that there are for certain no cats under the covers?"
Bill turned his head to the side, and smiled widely at her, "No cats baby.....I swear...."
It had been a rather strange evening...to say the least. But it had been....well, quite nice. After the events of the past week, it was genuinely nice to just be with Beatrix...and act stupid and silly, two things neither of them were.....just for awhile. Of course, they were both equal in the smart ass category. He pivoted around, so that he was facing her, her arms still wrapped around his neck. "....nothing under the covers...." a suggestive eyebrow, "except....me of course...and perhaps.....you......" His hand came up to brush some unruly blonde locks out of the way, "No cats....no.....guns....no violence," a pause and a twinkle of that smart ass came back in his eye, "unless you want it of course...." the smirk was replaced by the former sweet smile, "....nobody hating you...us...whatever...none of that bullshit....." His other hand came up to trace along her smooth neck. "Just us....whatever that entails....I don't care...as long as it's with you...." There was a definite look of almost boyish imploring in those normally hard brown eyes of Bill's. Oh sure, Bill could be a real sweet talker when it suited him, but there was a sense of real truth with Beatrix. He took a few steps backwards, taking her with him, and sat down on the edge of one of the kitchen stools. His arms wound her waist, face turned up to look at her with heated affection.
"You know," she began quietly. "Its times like these I remember why I really love you." Of course there were other factors to her reasons for loving him but that was a major one. She was able to forget who…what he was…and she could do the same for herself and focus on the parts that no one ever had the pleasure of viewing. Beatrix knew Bill had a heart, whether he was willing to accept it or not. If he didn't have one then he wouldn't act like this, not towards her and he sure as hell wasn't using her. She was more then positive he'd most likely never accept that fact as she had trouble accepting her own heart, which she showed signs of having more times then preferred, but it was there.
Well now she had just been staring at him, drowned in affection for the past fifty seconds. She blinked hard coming out her reverie and a new strain of thoughts set off in her pretty blonde head. She tilted her chin down to her chest. "We broke a promise," a brief pause before she continued, "Not necessarily a promise but we went against our word. I recall maybe a month or two ago stating we were going to take a step back." Ah, she had clear memories of that night after the escapade at Vincent's. She was positive Vernita had over heard their 'brawl' that night as well and that's where the starts of that relationship started to bleed. Her slender brows raised a fraction. "We never officially took a step forward, again."
Bill continued to watch her with that same warm imploring expression. It took him a second or two to recall what she was speaking of, but he quickly remembered that evening and their rather cruel conversation that followed. At the time, if had seemed right....it.. had served its purpose. But right now, Bill couldn't fathom going back to that moment. "No....we didn't," he replied softly to her question with a gentle smile. Not officially, no, but sure as hell they had in a nonofficial context. Ever since Beatrix had returned from her little stint with the CPA, they had taken a number of steps forward. They were somewhat like toddler steps: faulty, and stumbling, prone to falling down and veering off to the sides but they had been steps forward nonetheless. It had not been an easy walk, but he knew it was worth it. Looking at her right now only reaffirmed that belief. "Well," Bill looked at her tilted head under heavily hooded eyes, "I could call up Sofie and have her come here with a drafted up contract....an official "Step Forward" contract....," a wisp of a smirk, "But...I think I'd rather leave any third parties out of this...." It was hard to kill the smart ass within Bill. His arms tightened around her waist, as he once again grew serious. His face was centimeters from her lower neck and he could feel the body heat emitting from her skin. He could also see part of her recently received slash, which was now...turning into a partial scar. There were always constant reminders of the life they led. He inhaled a large breath through his nose, trying to break himself out of that pheromone induced hypnotic state. He knew Beatrix had addressed an important point, and like all things Bill did, he didn't want to leave it unfinished. "I think we were right...to make that promise...then," he spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully, "...but this...is now....and now...I think we would be right...to take a step forward.....officially..," his gaze rose up to her face, "....that is.....if both of us agree on that matter.."
"There's no argument on my side," she said without any hesitation. The 'time-out' had served its purpose better then expected and there was no point in continuing it. They were obviously far from a time-out period. In Beatrix's mind they had passed the level of time-out but they had yet to complete the challenge. Yes, their relationship was at an all time 'high' but it wasn't complete. She wasn't sure what could make it complete. Obviously sex and truthfully admitting their love for one another wasn't enough. She'd figure it out, it'd just take time. She was no rush.
She closed the small distance between them, leaned down a few inches, and warmly weaved her arms around his neck; an embrace of sorts. She buried her face against the area his shoulder and neck met, soft locks of hair spilling against the material of his shirt. Beatrix needed this. The unfamiliar feeling of being wanted, loved, cared about, content, and equally secure. Call it a 'womanly' gesture but it felt damn good too.
Bill placed one of his hands on the back of her head in a protective and comforting gesture, his fingers buried in her hair. He tilted his own head, so that the side of it was now resting against hers. He didn't say anything. Nothing he could say could properly describe how he felt....so, like Beatrix, he let actions speak louder than words. For some reason he was reminded of the first woman he ever loved....or, at the age of eighteen, he thought he'd loved. Sure, he'd been with a good number of women at that point, but she was the first one he genuinely felt completely in love with. Maybe he had been...maybe not...who knew...it had been too long ago to make a proper judgment. He did remember she had been beautiful, which...even then, had become something of a staple for him. This thought wasn't some attempt at a comparison, because he knew no woman could even begin to compare to Beatrix....but what did spark the thought was the way Beatrix laid her head in the crook of his shoulder. This girl used to do that to him all the time. She wasn't very good at speaking English, nor was she very intelligent....but she was sweet. And she had, from day one, looked to him for protection. He'd been rather idealistic then...at least compared to how he was now....and he'd thought he could do just that, protect her. In the end, he'd failed miserably. He had proven to only corrupt her and let her get swept away into an uncaring world. She ended up loathing him. He realized years later, that she would have been better off never meeting him. She would never have atoned too much, but she would have not fallen as low as she had. She was one of Bill's first "projects"....and it had backfired on him.
Well, Beatrix was nothing like that.....she was not perfect, but she was pretty damn close in his mind. Those things would never happen to her....at least...not like that. But, Bill could not help but feel a very strong, "full circle" feeling at the moment...in remembering the first woman he'd loved and now...nearly forty years later, holding the last one he'd ever love. Even now, he knew that. In some way or another Beatrix would be the last he'd love. If there was to be anything after her, it would be nothing but a hallow shell. His thoughts weren't as gloomy as they seemed, but he was certainly struck with the sense of irony.
He continued to hold her like that. This is what she needed and he was more than wiling to give that to her. From what Bill knew, Beatrix had not had an easy life. She had lacked any real strong male figure in her life until she'd met him. Her mother was worthless when it came to parenting and she had a strong distrust for men. She hadn't of had it easy and he could understand why she needed this sort of thing so badly. Again, Bill was a murdering bastard, but he was at least an understanding murdering bastard.
He kept stroking her hair, eyes nearly closed. He wanted her to know she could stay like that as long as she wanted.
And she had intentions to stay in that position for some time. Even a woman that killed people for a living needed support and usually that support came from someone they loved and loved them back. Parents could supply this support but seeing as Beatrix's parents could go to hell for all she cared, she bounced back on Bill. She wasn't sure how stable a support he was but for now he was as thick as the wall around his debatable heart.
Beatrix's life could be so unstable it was a relief she could depend on Bill for stability, especially now with everything that was transpiring around them. She could deal with a shitload of things but one can only deal for so long. It really broke her apart knowing that nearly all of her associates despised her. She knew their despise ran as deep as blood but she held true to her own belief that they'd never do anything drastic against her.
Her back was beginning to ache at the posture she was holding herself in and it came time to pull away. There was obvious reluctance as she came back to a proper posture and removed her head from his shoulder and the crook of his neck. Those bright blue hues were glossed over but it'd be a task to figure out what it meant. She pursed her lips and idly raised a hand to affectionately stroke his cheek.
Bill smiled softly. There was another thing she did that he loved. It was a tender act from a woman who normally used those hands to end the lives of others. He shut his eyes, savoring the sensation. Nobody saw Bill like this but Beatrix. He was far too vulnerable and open at moments like this for the rest of the world to be allowed to see that side. To everyone else, for all they knew, he lacked the capacity to even come remotely close to this. But how wrong they were...... Yet, it was vital he keep that act of duality up....vital for his position of power and prowess as a cold killer.
He opened his eyes finally, smiling under her hand. Her glossed over eyes stared back at him. Large and blue.....they lacked the innocence they used to....but in return they had gained much more wisdom and experience. Again, it was that loss of innocence….that, paradox issue. But this was how he liked her. It wasn't the bouncy innocent young woman he'd fallen in love with, but the far more grounded, slowly jading woman standing before him. He saw that need for stability in her and he wanted to be that rock she could depend on. He had every intention of doing so. He was a man of honor, debatable morals, but honor nonetheless. He was no knight in shining armor, he was no savior...in fact, perhaps the very opposite...but he was dependable to be strong when needed and supportive to the woman who stood with him.
He gazed back at those blue orbs, looking completely lulled and sedated. "I do...love you Kiddo," he said finally, suddenly feeling the need to reaffirm that concept in her mind.
"I know," she breathed softly. That truth would be affirmed in her mind forever. There would be times later on where she would doubt that truth but it'd never fade away. Then it came back to the aspect of how deep her love for him went. Of course she loved him, very much so but as Bill had so clearly stated to her she was a pathological liar and there would be points in her life she'd deny her love for him or anyone.
The simple fact was that when she was faced with the subject of Bill or herself she had a tendency to not accept certain truths, a character flaw. Either way, as much as she'd deny it deep down, she did love him. Bill was her teacher, master, mentor, corrupter, and lover. And subconsciously she was aware that she could never completely be any other man's woman. Like Vernita said, she was stuck him and she better make the best of it. She idly moistened her lips and said, "I love you too…."
His affectionate expression deepened further. Yes, it was indeed Bill himself who had called Beatrix a pathological liar. But, there were moments...where he truly hoped and truly believed that she was telling the truth. This was one of those moments. He knew she loved him....he wasn't sure how much...or sometimes even why....but he could see it. He was a very perceptive reader of human emotions after all, and he was very rarely fooled, especially when it came to such a strong emotion. Later she might deny it or lie to herself....but he knew....he'd always know. As he had mentally etched for himself before, that was his truth.
He wasn't sure how things had gotten so intense so quickly this evening.....but then again, he wasn't all that surprised. They both fed off intensity. And thus it was no surprise when Bill leaned in to kiss her, he somewhat skipped over the first tentative set of kisses and went straight for the chase, rather intensely. The hand that had been sweetly lying on her hair previously, was now softly pressing against the back of her head, joined quickly by his other hand. And there it was again.....that now familiar feeling of a loss of control. He was beginning to catch onto that now, and with Beatrix it didn't take all that long.
Beatrix then happily and willingly leaned into his kiss adding her own sense of losing control to the mix. In these situations when pheromones and lust were high she was able to keep her mind in rational territory. By doing so she was able to make choices that Bill or any man could not. It was an upper hand she didn't take advantage of. Either way, her choices could have more of an impact then others. This choice was something of a no-brainer. The tall blonde reluctantly broke the passionate kiss and blue eyes stared into his with blatant 'wanting'. Her pink lips curled into a half smile of obvious seduction. "I think," she began in an overly softened tone that was dripping with further lust. "We should make that official 'step-forward' somewhere more…appropriate."
It didn't take a genius to catch on to what she was implying. So, without further hesitation or playful bickering, the two killers moved into Bill's bedroom where no cats lurked under the covers to bite one's ass.