'Cats in the Bag...'
"So two bodies?" Charlie placed her hands on her hips, frowning in disapproval at the large vehicle parked in their driveway. "Emilio and Krazy-8?"
"Yup." He had explained to her the cook from yesterday – how Walter's 'product' had been clear as glass and how it had yielded unwanted attention from his former partner(s) who had somehow evaded prison. Even though Charlie was very familiar and comfortable with the dealing industry, Jesse was still very surprised that she had not shown any signs of panic or anger so far. Instead, her lips were pulled together in a tight frown, and her little fingers swung their car keys back and forth as she paced. After having explained to her again and emagain /emwhat had happened with Emilio and Krazy-8 the day before, he expected at least some sign of acute reaction and grew concerned when there was none. Even if both Charlie and Jesse had dealt seen some crazy things in there time, this took the cake and would have made any normal human being reel in terror.
"And you're home all day?" She questioned, placing a finger to her lip. At the moment, even she was surprised at the innocence that rolled off of her in waves. She was aware of the gravity of the situation in front of her; the two men's bodies mounted up to serious felony charges and life sentences.
"Yup." Jesse bounced on the balls of his feet, still expecting a sort of angry reaction. These sorts of situations always seemed to sort themselves out, and by now he had grown used to the surprises that Charlie threw at him, but the lack of retaliation from her part was beginning to worry him.
"Well," She grimaced up at her boyfriend sarcastically, sunlight hitting her directly in the eyes. "You did it; you get to clean it up."
"Yeah, I know." Jesse sighed, cautiously pecking her on the lips and wishing her a good day as she climbed into the car. "By the way, you got any concealer left?"
Charlie pursed her lips and thought for a brief second before reminding him of the bottle in the first drawer underneath the microwave. He kissed her several times again in apology before allowing her to back out of the driveway, still miffed about her 9-5 shifts at the diner on certain days. It wasn't that her boss was an unpleasant man – it was just that she had accepted 'all available times' when she checked off her time slots, which meant that whenever Los Pollos was short staffed, she was called in. Fortunately, neither Charlie nor Jesse had problems with strange work schedules. Neither of them also had a problem with treacherous situations. In fact they had grown accustomed to them for the better part of eleven years. The way Jesse saw it, as long as they were within each other's reach, they would consider themselves to be safe.
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"Mr. White smoked a joint today."
"No kidding?" Charlie laughed, going to grab a glass of water from the fridge. It was 5:30 PM, and she had just recently returned from her last hour of waitressing. All day at work, she had been thinking of the bodies of the two men that resided in her home and searching for any clues of emotion inside herself; something that provided reassurance that she was still somewhat human. Unfortunately, her brain seemed to avoid any empathy or nerves on the subject at all, and her anxiety was much more concerned about sketchy customers and her next pay check more than anything else. For the life of her, Charlie couldn't understand the way her brain worked. Everything that a normal human being would feel panic towards she found herself giggling uncontrollably at, but the minute she had to get in line to talk to the teller at a bank she was suffering from a panic attack. Perhaps those strange patches in her emotional side explained how she could have possibly kept her mouth shut about the two murders her boyfriend was partially responsible for.
"Yeah," Jesse shot her a nervous look, distracting Charlie from her train of thought. "But uh…that's not the only thing."
His girlfriend raised a brow, plugging her phone into a charger on the wall. "Don't tell me you have a Drug Lord in the back of the Monte Carlo or something."
"Krazy 8's still alive – he's locked up in our basement." Jesse didn't laugh, seeming somber for the first time in days. Charlie froze, immediately tensing and sprinting to the tiny window in the living room that cast a sliver of light into the basement. Just like her boyfriend had claimed, the drug dealer was tied to a pole in the middle of the basement, bike lock around his neck. He seemed unconscious for the time being, and a bucket with toilet paper, water and a sandwich was laid around him.
"Oh my god – okay," Charlie retreated from the small grate and stepped back a couple feet, running into Jesse behind her. "This is -"
" -fine," Jesse finished for her. "It's – trust me…it's fine. Mr. White just has to kill him."
"He – he what?!" Charlie ran a hand through her hair and looked up at her significant other with concern. Dealing with already dead bodies was one thing, but taking a human life was in a completely different ballpark. "Here? How?!"
"Hydrofluoric acid or some shit," He explained, motioning towards to the two bottles that Mr. White had stolen from JP Wynne High sitting on the kitchen counter. "He's gonna do it tomorrow."
"Uh -" Charlie was still struggling to find words, seemingly wanting to say ten things all at once. "You can't just – oh god, this is wrong on so many levels."
"I know." The pair locked eyes.
Charlie made a noise of discontent and sunk to the floor, curling up into a ball. This happened frequently when she found herself in worrisome predicaments, and before she knew it her breath began to accelerate. Jesse, understanding that all this stress wasn't going to be good for her already suffering heart, plopped himself down beside her and slid her small frame into his cross legged position. Shifting himself so that the wall near the grate leading to the basement supported the pair, he began to whisper into her ear and stroked her hair, repeating the familiar routine that they had gone through for the past eleven years. The attacks happened less frequently now than they had before; her anxiety was wicked and rare in that retrospect; it showed its true ugly colours just when you thought you had gotten rid of the last speck of it.
It took Jesse mere minutes to calm a hectic Charlie down, breathing with her and smoothing circles into sensitive areas on her skin. It was no secret that sex usually helped her nerves afterwards. Even with the eating disorder, her libido had remained vigilant and refused to stop no matter what. So naturally, when her nerves were still frazzled and she was already seated on her boyfriend's lap, Jesse's natural instinct was to begin to pepper kisses over the sensitive areas of her neck. Within seconds clothing was being discarded from left to right and he was hoisting Charlie up by her tiny waist, now claiming her lips in a fury of lips, teeth and tongue.
"Fuck," The female counterpart muttered, wrapping her legs event tighter around his waist and holding on as he transported her to the nearest surface, which happened to be the couch. As soon as Jesse had disposed of the last article of clothing there was a flurry of movement as he pulled the girl towards the edge of the couch. Kneeling on the ground, he lowered his tongue to her clit and drew expert patterns until he felt the familiar tense in her thighs. It took awhile until her vocals kicked in, but he knew that once he had her singing there was no stopping her.
"Oh, shit!" Jesse felt his girlfriend lean back on the plush sofa, starting to breathe heavily as his right hand abandoned it's post on her small thigh and assisted his tongue on it's mission. Jesse loved that he could make her feel this way. The pride that came along with knowing that it was him who made Charlie yell out in climax; it was him that made her go wild and let loose. All him. And he wanted to keep it that way. So he continued his patterns even more rigorously than before, drowning himself in her cries and moans. With every swipe of his tongue and motion of his lips the coil in her lower stomach was growing tighter and tighter, threatening to snap very soon if he didn't stop his notions. Charlie's energy drained extremely fast, so it was important that Jesse recognized when an orgasm was worth it or not.
"Fuck! Oh my god!" Charlie keened and threw her head back as far as it would go, grabbing onto her boyfriends hair and digging her nails into his scalp. The pain wasn't a deterrent for him; in fact it only served to encourage him even further and push him to finish her off.
"You gonna cum?" Jesse's eyes flitted to watch her facial expression as he slid two fingers inside of her, flicking them upwards in a 'come hither' motion. He nearly regretted it a second later, because her gasp paired with the erotic jaw dropping and tilting of the head for the fifth time in a minute nearly had him shoot his load off in his pants.
"Please," Charlie sobbed, panting heavily and using whatever hold she had left on Jesse's hair to tug his mouth towards her centre, desperate for release at this point. He had to be gentle with her every time, that was for damn sure. The only time Charlie was rough was when she decided to take control, and that usually came under the influence of methamphetamine or cocaine. Not that Jesse was complaining; he preferred going slow instead of speeding through moments like these.
Jesse smiled darkly and hoisted her once again into his arms, transporting the naked girl up towards their bedroom. It wasn't that he wasn't comfortable with screwing around on the couch; heck, they had fucked everywhere besides the backyard at this point – even the roof had been conquered. It was the simple fact that Jesse didn't want to share Charlie with anyone; not even their house guest in the basement, who had probably heard their bout of foreplay. Jesse stored that small piece of information in the back of his mind, reminding himself to go beat the crap out of the dealer before Walt got his hands on him tomorrow. Now, however, there were more pressing matters at hand. Like a very naked Charlie who had started to play with herself on the mattress at his feet.
Jesse took a moment to regard the female before stripping out of the rest of his clothing, grabbing protection and practically falling on top of her and not sparing a moment before giving her exactly what she was begging for. He spared no mercy for poor Krazy 8 downstairs, who by this point was most likely fully aware of what the two were up to. With every thrust and every groan – most often accompanied by shouted profanities - from Charlie, he felt her nails claw further into his back and frequently dig down to embed themselves into his skin.
"Jesus Christ," Jesse muttered, burying his head into the crook of her neck and working on leaving a bruise. One of Charlie's hands flew up to tangle itself in his hair, and he found himself supporting his weight on one hand as his right paw travelled down towards her center. As soon as his nimble fingers came into contact with her clit again, she gave a harsh gasp and both hands flew up around his neck for support while their lips joined.
When he finally pulled back, he tried not to focus on her concaved stomach or the fact that her thighs seemed like children's arms around his waist – instead he set his mind on her tattoos and the variety of eighteen different piercings staring back at him. His gaze shifted back up to her face when he realized that she had moved up onto her elbows and her head had fallen back again. Sharp collarbones jutted out and he couldn't deny the fact that her ribcage was showing through her pale skin. Even the tattoos couldn't hide the innards that were threatening to break through at any moment. The concern and love that flooded through him at that moment simply made Jesse drive into Charlie with a more vigorous tempo, wanting to give her as much pleasure as humanly possible. The sound of skin slapping against skin became the only sound in the room for a brief moment before she responded by collapsing onto her back and gripping the sheets above her head as she gave another loud wail, vaguely resembling his name. The sound went straight to his groin, causing another growl to form in his throat.
"Come on," He muttered, pushing her farther towards the edge and continuing to circle her clit with his fingers. The coil was tightened further and further and threatening to snap at any moment when suddenly, her eyes rolled back into her head. "Shit – don't stop, just like tha- " A familiar pang from below interrupted her, and her orgasm hit her like a freight train as she released, screaming his name for a final time. Her tightening around him was what pushed Jesse over the edge, and he followed in her lead as they both rode out the waves of aftermath, slowing down the rhythm and briefly connecting lips again.
They lay in silence for several brief moments, the cliche sound of heavy breathing paired with the lighting of two cigarettes, before a banging from the basement could be heard. It was the scary reminder that no amount sinful activities could ward off the situation that was at hand downstairs. They ignored it and finished their cigarettes, only pausing to listen to Krazy 8's noises when the lights had been turned out.
"Tomorrow we'll tweak and figure this out, yeah?" Jesse muttered into her ear as they positioned themselves for sleep in between the messy sheets. He didn't want to deal with the threat downstairs at the moment.
"Mmmgh."
"Charlie?"
"Mmmgh."
"I'm sorry."
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"Holy shit," Charlie was still in awe at the purest crystals that sat in front of her the next afternoon on the coffee table. "You guys cooked this?"
Jesse nodded, filling up his pipe and watching her begin to crush his and Walt's artwork. Some '70s black and white comedy show was on TV that day, and the two were preparing to deal with the body inside the RV. Jesse hadn't been happy when Charlie suggested that she could assist him with his task – apparently he and Mr. White had flipped a coin and it fell to Jesse to disintegrate the body in the bathtub. Considering the other task was to find a way to kill Krazy 8, disintegrating Emilio seemed like next to nothing.
The black haired girl grabbed a blade from near the ashtray and began to line the crushed drug up into rows. Feeling old school, she rolled up a single dollar bill and proceeded to clear off the first row. The kick – which sent her head reeling for a couple of seconds – was remarkable. She locked eyes with Jesse, who exhaled his own portion of the drug, and grinned. For several moments the two sat there feeling the rush from poisonous substances, eyes bugging out and pupils dilating. Jesse looked as if though he was about to say something, but was interrupted when there was a coughing from the basement. Two pairs of eyes flitting towards the grate underneath the staircase, and nervously met each other's again.
"Just meat is all," Jesse's breathing grew laboured as he leapt off the couch with newfound vigor, setting down his pipe. "…just a bunch of meat."
He stormed outside towards the RV, fully prepared to take on whatever situation was waiting for him. The crystal certainly helped in situations like these; a boost of increased attention, activity, wakefulness, euphoria and rush paired with decreased fatigue was the perfect mix. Charlie followed close behind, curious as ever and still fully intent on helping as much as possible.
"Oh Jesus," Jesse reeled from the scent once he had breached the vehicle, underestimating the smell that a dead body could make even if it had only been there overnight. Charlie sniffled, rubbing her nose back and forth and peeking over Jesse's shoulder with wide eyes. Flies coated the tarp where Emilio's corpse lay, buzzing excitedly and swarming themselves into a mass.
"You need help?" She croaked, swaying slightly and grabbing onto the wall for support.
"Oh god – yes, uh…" Jesse tried to comfort himself to no avail whilst pulling on gloves. "We're all good…in the hood. Just a bunch of meat. Grab that duct tape, baby."
Charlie pulled on her own set of gloves as they began the bagging process, pulling the tarp in a tight circle around the body with their newfound energy and trapping it with tape. Once secure, Jesse grabbed his former partner's feet and dragged him towards the door of the vehicle. Charlie looked on with visible concern, cringing as Emilio's head bounced step by step and eventually cracked against the pavement of their driveway. She hopped out of the RV and they both knelt down, preparing to lift the makeshift body bag into the house.
"Excuse me! You!" A woman's voice called out, catching the attention of both Charlie and Jesse who looked towards their fence in alarm. A blond haired woman was making her way across the street, obviously calling out to the two youth in the driveway. Charlie quickly positioned herself to cover the body bag, fearing the worst as she looked at her boyfriend in concern.
"Woah, woah! Hey hey hey! This is private property!" Jesse grew more agitated when the lady opened the fence and approached his position, glaring at the both of them.
"Just a minute – I want to talk to you!" The lady raised a finger, taking several more steps towards the two. "Yes, you!"
"Nope, nope! Not interested!" Jesse pushed past her and switched positions so that his back was against the fence, causing the lady to turn away from the body bag and Charlie.
"Do not touch me!" She covered her stomach, covering her swollen stomach. Charlie had seen enough pregnant relatives in her lifetime to know the signs. This woman was expecting, and Jesse needed to be careful. Hormone flow could make a big difference in an argument, especially if he sipped up and said something wrong.
"Alright, alright!" Jesse raised his hands. "Look – not touching, okay? Not touching here. Look lady, whatever you're selling; we ain't buyin', yo."
"Well," The lady retaliated, tilting her head in annoyance and looking back and forth between the two. "My name is Skylar White, yo. My husband is Walter White, yo."
Jesse shared an uneven glance with his girlfriend, who was still blocking Skylar's view of the body bag. Both broke out in nervous sweat at the mention of Mr. White, and Charlie began to shiver uncontrollably. She had decided against pants and shoes that day, only bothering to slip on one of Jesse's oversized sweaters and a beanie.
"Uh-huh," The women nodded with growing confidence, sensing the pair's anxiety. "And he told me everything."
Charlie's stomach dropped, and she tensed, eyes bugging out further. Jesse lowered his hands. "Seriously?" He muttered.
"That's right," The woman confirmed, stepping closer towards him. "And just so you know, my brother in law is a D.E.A agent, and I will not hesitate to call him – not if I have to. Understood? This is your one and only warning: do not sell marijuana to my husband."
Charlie stopped fidgeting at this statement, and although relief flooded her veins she found herself shaking her head at her boyfriend in question, who in turn looked extremely confused. Was it possible that Mrs. White had forced a false confession out of her husband? Was she aware that she was standing on the tip of an iceberg?
"Okay?" Jesse's eyes darted nervously back and forth as he tensed uncomfortably, unsure of what to do with the free getaway.
"I mean it – don't call our house again! You stay away from him or you will be one sorry individual. You get me?"
"I-I think so…yeah?" Jesse nodded, wanting to get rid of the woman as soon as possible. "No more marijuana. I can dig it."
"You can dig it." Mrs. White repeated, disapproval evident in her tone. "Wonderful."
Charlie sighed in relief once the woman began to shift towards the gate again, but panicked once the blonde caught eyes with her. "Not that it's any of my business," Skylar turned towards them, eyeing Charlie's pale legs. "But you two might want to consider a different line of work."
"Okay." Jesse nodded once, and quickly shut the gate once the woman had turned away. Upon making sure that her car was safely down the road, the two dragged the body inside the house as quickly as possible whilst sharing harsh whispers.
"She thought you sold Mr. White pot?!"
"I have no fucking idea what just happened." Jesse merely shook his head, grabbing his pipe and taking another hit while Charlie made sure the duct tape was still fastened properly. Soon afterwards they began the process of pulling the body up the stairs, one that was unceremoniously slowed down when a piece of the tarp ripped and the body fell all the way to the base again. The tiny girl was knocked onto her butt, and let out a harsh yelp of pain.
"Son of a bitch!"
Motivated by frustration and anger, the two were able to move the body up the stairs by the second try, and continued to drag the dead cook into their second floor bathroom. As Jesse placed the body inside, Charlie went to fetch the hydrofluoric acid.
"Yeah – let's go to your house, yo," Jesse quipped, imitating Mr. White as he began to place all of Emilio's belongings into the tub. "Makes perfect sense – let's completely screw up your house so that you'll never wanna spend another night in there. Sure! Y'know, why not? Yeah, and then how's about I send over my psycho-bitch wife to, y'know, break your balls and threaten you? God, that'd be hilarious."
Charlie watched him from the corner of the room, biting her lip and trying to ease her nerves. She sniffled again, rubbing her runny nose and pulling the sleeves of her boyfriend's sweater further down her hands.
"And y'know," Jesse continued, pulling on rubber gloves and a gas mask. "The killer in the basement? The one who's completely my responsibility? A total fucking threat to your girlfriend? Hell, let's just let him live down there." He ripped his hat off and tossed it to Charlie, who caught it with expert precision and continued to gaze upon the scene in fascination. Out of all the crazy moments she had lived through in her life, this had to be one of the craziest.
"Just, I dunno – make sure to feed him like three times a day! Thank you so much for this opportunity! I always dreamt about melting bodies!" Jesse finished ranting, beginning to pour the acid onto the corpse. "Get outta here, baby girl – this stuff's toxic."
Charlie obeyed him, venturing downstairs to finish the last two lines of crystal from the morning.
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"You got a brother in the goddamn D.E.A?" Jesse drawled, setting down his butane lighter and pipe as Mr. White made an appearance in their kitchen later that afternoon. Charlie still had her back towards the older man, and Walter dually noted that she was cooking something on the stovetop.
"What?" Walt spread his hands, trying to focus on his partner.
"You said you were just doin' some ride-along," Jesse pushed, now getting angry. "Yes or no – do you have a brother in the D.E.A?!"
"Brother in law." Walter clarified, taking further steps into the kitchen and identifying Charlie's meal as scrambled eggs.
"Oh," Jesse replied, tone sarcastic. "Well, there's a load off my mind."
"Where did you hear that?" His science teacher questioned.
"Your freaking wife told me when she was here all up in our shit."
Mr. White's mouth fell open in a horrified twisted grimace, nearly sickened by the fact that Skylar had made an appearance at the very house that they were standing in. If she began to have any sort of inkling that her husband was involved in strange, illicit activity, his whole operation could go down the drain.
"Yeah, that's right," Jesse nodded as if this entire thing had been Walter's fault. "She almost caught me moving Emilio! Good job on wearing the pants in the family – and why'd you go and tell her I was sellin' you weed?"
"Because somehow it seemed preferable to admitting I cooked crystal meth and killed a man." Mr. White shot back, leaning on the kitchen island and huffing a bit, overwhelmed by the amount of thoughts flowing into his head all at once. "Is that what I think it is?" The smell of acid was heavy in the room, causing the high school teacher to sniff inconspicuously.
"Yeah, yeah it is," Jesse made a face, expecting a scolding. "We smoke a lot – so what? Our house, our rules. Don't give me that, alright? I held up my end – I already took care of Emilio! You're still diddling around trying to get your nut up."
Charlie cleared her throat quietly, cracking another egg on the stovetop and shaking the pan a bit. Vegetables had been added to the mix, now steaming along with the rest of the eggs in the large metal utensil.
"Oh, well boo-hoo," Mr. White pointed a finger at his own chest. "I have the truly awful job here."
"You wanna talk awful?" Jesse rose to his full height, raising his voice again. "You wanna go there? Try dragging two hundred pounds of stink up a flight of stairs – I barely got him in the bathtub!"
At this statement, Mr. White quieted and shook his head in confusion. "Bathtub? Wha– what do you mean bathtub?"
"Yo and that's another thing!" Jesse raised a hand in frustration. "Why you got me running around town trying to find some stupid piece of plastic when I have a perfectly good tub I can use?"
"Oh god…" Mr. White left the kitchen in a seemingly terrified daze, venturing into the hallway directly underneath where the bathtub sat. Out of curiosity, Charlie abandoned the eggs and followed her old chemistry teacher. The sight that greeted her was most peculiar; the ceiling seemed to be dripping blood. For several moments the three stood still and watched the drops get faster and faster until suddenly, the ceiling concaved and a mass of blood, guts, bones and acid splattered all over the hallway. Charlie let out a shrill shriek, clutching at Jesse's sweater in nervous fear, horrified at the half disintegrated remains of Emilio – and her bathtub - that were spread all over her floor.
"I'm sorry - what were you asking me?" Mr. White turned to Jesse sarcastically. "Oh yes - that 'stupid plastic container' I asked you to buy. You see, hydrofluoric acid won't eat through plastic; it will, however, dissolve metal, rock, glass, ceramic. So there's that."