Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters except for Sandra. As previously mentioned this chapter was a bit racy for the teen rating so it was changed drastically. I hope you all enjoy it as it is now! Thanks and please review!

Even though the hotel was just across the street it seemed to take forever to reach it. Bruce felt his heart beating in anticipation of their union. He was imaging it and planning it out all the way until they reached the room. He was so absorbed in his fantasy that he barely noticed the rotting walls around him and the looks of lost souls sitting outside the hotel doors. After Sandra shut the door, Bruce immediately pulled her close and bent down to kiss her. Her hand immediately went to his lips.

"No kissing."

He seemed baffled by this. Kissing was one of his specialties. He had gotten a lot of practice in it. Sandra felt the need to explain.

"In my line of work, to avoid attachment, we don't kiss. Anything else goes though," she said swinging her purse on the finger. Bruce sighed. The romantic notion of a lover was lost, but his arousal was not.

"Ok." He grinned and once again came toward her.

He whispered in her ear, "May I kiss you on the neck?"

May I? Sandra thought. Proper English and all. She didn't know anyone who spoke like that around here. She whispered back trying to avoid his scent which was making her feel things she didn't want to feel.

"Don't you want to discuss money?"

He laughed.

"Money is not an issue."

He looked her straight in the eye as he said this. Sandra believed him. Most of the guys say that and later leave her beaten to a pulp and no money follows, but this guy, seemed genuine enough. Bruce heard no objections and began kissing her on the neck. God, she smelled good, he thought. She was fresh and pure even though not in the physical sense. He held her face in his hands for a moment and Sandra met his eyes before smiling as Bruce continued to indulge her. She had never felt so alive at someone's touch, so innocent and wanted. "David" was making her feel things that she thought had died long ago with her troubled past. Sandra felt herself acting out in ways she was not used to and it frightened her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice was nearly lost in the room.

"I am not usually like this….I just …"

"Why are you apologizing?" he asked softly. Sandra began to stammer and Bruce silenced her continuing to make her feel wonderful, feelings she thought she never deserved. With tears streaming down her face in gratitude, Bruce once again met her eyes. He had the look of pure lust and longing at the same time on his face. Sandra returned the look.

"Are you sure I can't kiss you?" Bruce asked.

Sandra replied by pressing her lips hard onto his.