She woke up nearly two hours later. Every instinct she had was screaming things like 'fuck!' and 'get out of there NOW!'

But she didn't.

His arms were warm against her porcelain skin and she found it hard to will herself to get up. But finally, she did, climbing out from under his coverlet and into the cool air. She was glad that she had had the presence of mind the previous night to gather her clothes into a neat and convenient pile, because it was a chilly evening.

She finished dressing quickly and then slipped out of his door, down the hallway, down the stairs, and across the large main room, and exiting at the front door, grabbing her coat and purse on her way out.

James began to stir but moments after she had left. The lack of warmth had alerted his body to the fact that something was odd, so he had awoken feeling cold. She had been true to her word and was gone.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed. No use in trying to go back to sleep when you know it won't be possible.

This was one of his problems. It was hard for him to sleep without some sort of warmth near him. He had tried getting a dog, but that didn't feel quite right, so he had tried a cat. That felt a little closer to normal, because he had gotten a lazy cat that didn't squirm much, but it still felt wrong somehow.

So, now he had gotten his fix; pampered himself with another human being close to him as he slept.

But now she was gone, and he couldn't sleep again.

He needed another fix.

It had been almost a month now and he had held out a while, but this raw, primal need in his gut was spreading through his body, infecting his every move. It was getting hard to breathe.

He grabbed his slightly worn call-girl booklet, planning to pick a random girl, sleep with her, and be done with it…

But he found himself uttering her name instead.

"Violet. I would like to request Violet."

This kept happening. He kept needing it, needing his fix of her more and more often. Her skin felt different, her voice sounded different, her movements looked different, her scent smelled different, even her flesh tasted different than any other girl he had ever had.

His need for a fix was coming more and more often.

First, it was a month between fixes. Then three weeks. Then two. Finally, he had resigned himself to getting that fix once a week.

This was getting out of hand, and worse yet, irritating.

Meanwhile, she had gotten used to having him as a regular customer. Almost a year had passed since the first time he had been stricken by those sharp green eyes.

They were lying in the center of his bed after one particularly vigorous round. They laid side by side, bodies pressed together.

When their breath had returned to them, they risked a glanced at each other.

And broke into a fit of giggles.

It was odd for him, just letting loose completely, chuckling until his sides were sore for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

Finally they calmed down to just smiling at each other. "What was that, exactly?" She finally asked.

He shrugged exaggeratedly. "I don't know." And they started to giggle again. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her flush against him so she could feel as his body shook.

Finally, she just rested her head against his stomach, watching his face as he smiled softly up at the ceiling, running his fingers through her long, silky hair.

Suddenly, an idea popped into her brain. She twisted her neck, and, pressing her lips to his side, sucked gently.

He was fine until he felt her tongue flick his skin. Then, another round of giggle pulsed through him. He choked out, "Stop that!"

She lifted her head to look at him, an eyebrow raised. "Hm?"

"I said, stop," he muttered, breathing hard.

She blinked. "Stop what?"

"That thing with your tongue- it… tickled."

An evil grin spread over her sharp features. "I've found a ticklish spot, have I? Well, then…" And she leant back down and continued to suckle on that spot.

He burst into laughter again, sometimes wheezing out a, "Stop!"

But she was relentless. He gasped for air and pushed at her feebly, but she was just strong enough that it didn't have much effect. Finally, he managed to push her onto her back, gripping her wrists. "You're far more devious than I ever would've thought."

She lifted her brows, smirking. "You haven't even seen me at my most evil."

He grinned. "I would like to see that sometime."

"If you think that you can handle it."

He growled, and she laughed a little, but he silenced her with a fierce kiss, pressing her wrists more firmly into the mattress and straddling her hips. He began to kiss down her throat, suckling a little at her collarbone before moving downwards.

"Another round will cost you more," she mentioned.

He lifted his head, a frustrated look in his dark eyes. "I don't give a fuck."

She smirked. "Just thought I'd better tell y-oh... Mm," she melted into him as he kissed that-one-spot-that-oh-god-how-can-something-like-that-feel-quite-so-fucking-good?

He lowered his lips a little further, but not much, just far enough that when her clothes were on, there would be no trace, and bit down, sucking hard on the flesh just below her collarbone. It began to bruise, the purple-and-red spot bright. He kissed over the bruise, as if in apology, but lightly nipped it again soon after to show how very much not sorry he was.

She chuckled at his mock apology, and felt him smile against her skin.

She was not expecting it when he slipped into her. She gasped loudly at the feeling, clenching her muscles around him as he moved and drawing a strangled moan from his lips.

She nibbled at his shoulder softly, even going so far as to pull on a little of the skin with her teeth. He went wild. His movements- and breathing -were becoming increasingly erratic. She let her head fall back against the pillow, lifting her hips in time with him.

"Oh, god," he breathed. She nodded her head to concur with the statement. Trying to speak was futile at this point.

She, a professional sex worker, was amazed. Amazed at how good at this he was, amazed at how he treated her right instead of the usual rough I-just-broke-up-with-my-girlfriend-and-I-need-a-hit or must-have-release-now sex that her other customers tended to prefer. He, however, seemed to be enjoying this as much as she was, if his vocalization meant what she thought.

He closed his eyes, driving smoothly into her, in slow, gentle thrusts.

"Faster," she finally whispered. It was all he needed.

He poured everything he had into making it amazing as he moved, occasionally stopping his thrusts to roll his hips against hers instead. He dropped his head to her shoulder, loving the feel of her clutching at his back for support. The cliff ahead was inviting and he grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her as he leapt off of the edge.

They lay there breathing hard for a few moments before she gave one little chuckle.

She could get used to this.