((A/N)): Whoop! Chapter 3~

Info: The 'bug' they talk about in this is HIV (the AIDS virus). It can be passed through sexual intercourse and through blood (transfusions or sharing needles). A large number of heroin addicts have the virus.

Warnings!: Sexual activity? Yeah.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

"We need money."

Aldred didn't move for a moment, focusing on the book in his lap; he claimed to be studying The Scarlet Letter to help her learn to read, but Natalya was sure that he just wanted to read it. Slowly his head lifted and his eyes met hers. "What?"

"We need money.." she repeated in a mutter, sitting on the floor cross legged with a straight back, while he just lounged, and perusing the few capsules and needles they had left. "And we need to go change our needles…"

"Pshh!" He scoffed at the notion, shaking his head and spreading out on the floor again as he pretended to focus on the book instead of her. "Why? You don't got the bug, do ya?"

Natalya stiffened, her voice losing any lighthearted tone it might have had. "Don't joke about that."

Snorting, he just shrugged. "Fine, flaca. Have it your way. But it wasn't a joke… If you don't got it, then why do we gotta change them out?"

Her teeth gritted. "Because they're fucking disgusting, dumbass!" Natalya shook her head, her nose wrinkling as she tossed their stash back where it was halfheartedly hidden. "And I don't share needles and fuck everyone I can find like you do! You're the one who should be worried about the bug…"

His sharp, near red eyes found her. "Shut it. I don't got it! That thing fuckin' kills… I would know if I did." Aldred ran a hand through his greasy hair, mussing it up. "And I don't fuck everything I see or share needles. I have my own… Of both." He had his own needles and his own girl.

"Whatever. You know you're just a skank when you leave here," Natalya muttered under her breath, steadfastly ignoring the 'both' comment.

He scowled and snapped, the words hitting him harder than they should have. "You're the fucking skank! If you're so worried about money or bullshit, why don't you get on the pole or sell it on the street or some shit?!`"

"Because I'm fucking white as hell! Remember?! No one's gonna pay for this."

There was another tense, deafening silence, the sound of seething minds and unspoken words filling the room and making it danker than before. Aldred's teeth were clenched and Natalya's nails dug into the skin of her forearm. Their breaths were quiet, neither one of them wanting to break the silence. But then his gravel voice and hers a spilt second later shattered it.

"I would pay for—"

"Fuck you!"

Natalya stood in a huff, crossing the small room to look out the window as if that might distract her from the annoyance of the man in her apartment. The sun was beginning to set. She didn't know how long she'd been awake, but she knew that she wouldn't be going to bed anytime soon, either with or without Aldred. There was too much not to do. Too many hours to waste. Too many ways left to disappoint.

Aldred watched her, dead silent until he sighed and shifted to stand up on his knee. He was next to her in a second, leaning against the wall with a light grunt and staring at her through half lidded eyes.

"Don't be like that, Nat."

She crossed her arms, huffing and setting her jaw.

"Hey." He reached out, irritated that she'd not responded, yanking at her arms to pull them from over her chest.

"Don't touch me!" she spat, shifting away and crossing her arms tighter as she hugged herself round the middle.

Aldred laughed with a smirk on his face, leaning in closer as his hand skated up to tuck a bit of platinum hair behind her ear. "Aww… Come on, Nat. You like it when I touch you." His lips brushed along her ear as she sucked in a sharp breath of air, feeling his warmth nearing her.

"I know you like it…" The words were half murmured and half hissed in her ear, the breath tickling her skin and pricking it with a pink blush. Her arms fell from her chest, one hand unconsciously reaching out to let her fingers curl into his shirt to keep him from backing anyway unexpectedly.

"I-I… Don't," she stuttered, her eyes unblinking as her ragged breath shifted her chest closer to him. "I don't like it..."

Aldred let out a hiss of laughter, his movements still so teasing and taunting, almost careful. His lips moved down, leaving feather light kisses just under her ear, high on her neck.

"Liar."

The accusation caused a shiver to run through her body and Aldred grinned at the stifled gasp that came along with it.

Without warning or permission, his arms were wrapped around her waist and his body pressed her against the wall. A hot tongue slipped out, licking hungrily at her soft neck as a hand tilted her head back to allow him better access.

A strangled cry came from her, but there was no protest as her hands came up behind him and gripped his shirt tightly. He snickered as he felt her pull him closer and Natalya was about to push him away with gritted teeth, but then lips and teeth joined his tongue against her neck.

"Mmm..." she hummed, ending in a quiet moan as her nails barely dug into the fabric of his shirt. His wandering hands explored a body that he already knew so well. Fingers knew just where to stroke and where to squeeze, finding their way under the hem of her shirt as his body leaned back slightly, not pressing against her as firmly.

Her lips pulled down at the corners, her body feeling uncomfortably cool without his heat. But her concern was forgotten with a gasp and a flick of his thumb over her nipple, hardening the little sensitive bud. His warm hand enveloped her breast, massaging and squeezing gently as his teeth nipped and bit at her neck with much less tenderness.

Aldred wasn't forcing himself on her; she could push him away at any time and he'd just laugh, grin, and pretend it was all a joke before storming away to sulk in a corner. This was as far as he'd go until she let him know that this was what she wanted. Natalya did this the same way every time, with a very simple action.

Her hand moved from his shoulder into his hair, her fingers weaving into it before she yanked his head back and crashed her lips into his in a fiery kiss. A kiss. Lips against lips. For other couples, the connection might have been taken for granted, but between these two it was a precious thing and each actual, at least half sober kiss was memorized and cherished as long as their brains would allow.

One kiss from her, by her, controlled by her was all it took.

Aldred's arm pulled her from the wall, their tongues now playing and teasing each other as he backed her toward the old mattress on the floor. Her skilled hands pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it away before pulling him closer by his inked shoulders, their lips meeting roughly again as she sucked at his bottom lip.

He chuckled lowly, his head lowered to reach her, as his hands skated up her back, pushing her shirt up as he did so. The thin materiel fell to the floor with an oddly graceful flutter when she pulled away to allow it. Skin upon skin… The warmth of his chest radiated through her, making her palms tingle as they slid down once strong shoulders.

This lovely feeling only lasted moments before she was pushed down onto the low mattress, the thing creaking as she fell and bounced a bit. She hissed as nearly exposed springs dug into her back, but then his body was draped over her, one hand slipping down to support the small of her back. His warm lips pressed open mouth kisses down her jaw and neck as his thumb rubbed circles into the soft skin of her back.

Annoyance flickered across her face at his disappointingly slow pace and her nails glided along his shoulder, her hips rising to meet his. But she knew that his kisses were as much for him as they were for her. Though she would never understand his fascination with her alabaster skin, seeing as his skin was olive and rich, all she could do was close her eyes and gasp softly as his lips brushed down the swell of her small breast.

"Mmm…" Aldred hummed into her skin, pulling away slightly to gaze down at her as his fingers dipped down, barely pushing past the waist band of her shorts. "Joder…" he muttered to himself, adjusting his knees against the mattress to move the hand supporting him up to cup her other breast in amazement. There was something about her skin and her body that made his heart pound and hammer against his ribcage.

As his lips and hand moved softly in sync, there was a moment, just a split second, in which Aldred wished that he could do everything he dreamed about to her. His fingers would be gentle and his lips would be oh so soft as they kissed and praised every inch of her, from her track marks to the scars he'd never asked about that littered her thighs. If he couldn't express himself through words, he wanted to through actions. He wanted to make her feel as if she were floating. He wanted her to know that she was his pale princess.

If only she would let him, he would touch her like she'd never been touched before—with care and respect.

This silent dream was shattered as she growled lowly and her irritated fingers reached in between them, tugging at the button to his pants. Aldred inhaled sharply as her fingers nimbly popped the button and yanked his restricting jeans down to his thighs. His boxers sprang free, tenting, and he sighed in momentary relief. Those fingers stilled after that, resting at his hips as Natalya glared up at him and Aldred's face flushed slightly with shame.

He's been still for too long. He'd done nothing but kiss and fondle her breasts gently. That was unacceptable.

No kind of apology or acknowledgement came from him. He didn't look up, his pride not letting him. But he did lift away from her chest, dragging her loose shorts down her hips and moving out of the way to sling them across the room.

"Hmm…" he hummed with a low chuckle, his warm hand cupping her thigh as the other one ran up her side. "Guera.." Aldred whispered into her skin, kissing down her chest and around her stomach.

Her eyebrows furrowed and she squirmed impatiently yet again. "Stop this!" Natalya commanded with a groan, annoyed and confused by all this nonsense. "What are you doing…?"

Sharp, ruddy eyes found her, narrowed. "Trying to…" Different words were on the tip of his tongue, but he ignored them, deeming them weak. "Nothing."

Her lips were pursed as she scowled at his touch and she finally snapped. Natalya hooked her ankle around his leg, flipping herself over quickly and pinning him by his shoulders as her hips moved to straddle his. Pushing down against him hard, she dug her nails into one of his shoulders and her teeth gritted as her words were forced out harshly.

"Are you done wasting my fucking time…?!"

Piercing eyes found him as the air was knocked from his lungs, making him cough and splutter for a moment until his own gaze hardened. The tenderness he'd held moments before was gone, replaced by complete understanding. This is all they were and all they'd ever be. He was a bum drug addict from Mexico. What would she want from him except drugs and sex?

Aldred's lips curled into a bastard's smirk. "Your fuckin' time is worthless, how could I ever waste it?"

But her actions had done just what she'd wanted. There was no time wasted after that. Pants were flung away. She was flipped over on her back with a growl. Wet panties were dragged down her thighs. Hips moved together, meeting with raw heat.

Once again it was what they both claimed to want. Sex. Pure, cooked down on a spoon, sex. But this time, instead of leaving them both sated and sweaty, it left them hollow and burned out.

Purity got to you eventually. It burned you out.

((A/N)): You guy's are great~ I've started work on Chapter 4 already.