She looked at his face, ignoring the rampant hair that flew in every direction from his beautiful face "Sorry baby, I never meant for it to end like this."
He smiled that slow sad smile. "I know. I was suppose to be on top."
The barrel of her gun was cold against his temple, but she didn't pull the trigger.
The weight of 8 and a half mil rested heavy on her back as she watched him, sitting on his chest, gun to his temple. Close enough that when she pulled the trigger the smell of gunpowder would be too much for her to bear, and his blood would surely ruin her makeup.
Thick red blood oozed between her breasts as she stared down into his eyes, the gateways to the soul she had seen on many nights as he brought her to a screaming climax. He was hard between her thighs, and she smirked at the fact that she could give him a stiffy even when she was about to splatter his brains across the wall.
"It is just business." She said, bending over him to lick a line up his cheek, hair brushing over his face.
His voice was warm, close to her ear, "You trying to convince me or yourself?" He whispered, fingers digging into her hips.
Violent green eyes flashed in the hotty light and she arched back from him, and shifted the gun down, between her knees, barrel flush with where she knew his heart was beating.
A thin smile ran over his face. He always knew he would die like this, at the hand of a beautiful woman. Or, he supposed, the gun of a beautiful woman. Just no doubt about the beautiful woman.
Violet hair masked her eyes in shadows, her lips stained dark red from the hunger for his death. For the cash that was only inches away from her, mere moments and a pull of a finger.
Speaking of. He slid his hand up her hips, hard position, his hands slid cold up her thighs, tracing the line of her underwear as she stared down at him.
Her gun hand didn't waver as he touched the wet that spread across what he knew in his pants were red lace underwear, the rest of her trembled.
A breath shuddered out of the two of them.
He knew she would do it.
She knew she would do it.
Her weight shifted, he touched the skin of her stomach, leaned up for one last long kiss. "I am sorry baby." She whispered. He just smiled and leaned back into the cold stone floor.
"Just do it already." He whispered. "And I'll see you in hell."
A smile pulled at her lips as she stared at the lover she was about to blow away. The way things should end between them.
The trigger pulled back without effort, the pin went without a hitch, powder flared and the bullet buried itself into the marble under his body. The kick rattled up her arm, and smoke rose from the hole in his chest, just ahead of her thighs. His hands hit the cold stone. She leaned her head back, gun tumbling out of her hand sliding down his chest to clatter onto the floor.
Silence echoed for a long time as she lay there, staring at the ceiling empty as yesterdays tequila bottles. A knock resounded on her door as she looked over at the door. It swung open without waiting for her to say come in.
"How'd it go?" he asked, metal arm gleaming in the cold not light.
Green eyes stared at him, dilated wide in the darkness. "It's done."
"Hard?"
"Not any harder than the rest." She stood, bed squeaking to loose her. "He's dead. I have some extra cash. Win win."
"I don't think he'd see it that way."
She grinned up at him, hand resting easily on his chest. "That's the great thing about being dead, you don't see anything." And he almost smiled.