The next morning Liv felt restless and unsatisfied, despite bring herself to orgasm five times last night before she fell asleep exhausted and again in the shower that morning. Was this how Felicity felt all the time? Constantly horny and unsatisfied. Liv groaned as she continued cleaning the morgue equipment to try and distract herself from the ache in her neither region.
"Liv?" Ravi called from behind her. "I wasn't expecting you in this morning, I thought you'd be out with Clive."
"Clive's having a bit of trouble finding leads for this one. All the people who check into the hotel use fake names so we have no way of tracking down the six guys who were with Felicity, that's the victims name by the way, but we think they all left before she died. So far our only lead is a sex addicts meeting that Felicity attended, but that doesn't start until 7."
"I'm sorry, did you just say a sex addicts meeting." Ravi said.
"Yep, turns out I ate the brain of a nymphomaniac." Liv said feigning happiness.
"Got to admit, I did not see that coming." Ravi said laughing slightly before abruptly stopping. "Wait are things about to get awkward between us? Due to your…urges." Liv looked at Ravi for a moment but didn't feel any urges or fantasies.
"I think we're okay, Felicity apparently doesn't find you attractive." Liv said.
"I'm weirdly offended by that." Ravi said, shrugging on his lab coat.
"Don't take it personally, she didn't feel anything towards Clive either." Liv suddenly trailed off with a thoughtful look on her face. "I think she might be racist."
"Great, you ate the brain of a sex crazed racist. This is going to be a fun week." Ravi said. "By the way, before I forget, Blaine's coming down so I can run some more tests on him. I hope that's okay, I thought you'd be out."
"Yeah it's fine, I'm sure I can force myself to stomach his presence for little bit." Liv said, now scrubbing the equipment with a bit more vigour than she was previously. They worked in companionable silence for a while before Ravi spoke up.
"Right, I'm heading to the loo, then I'm going to grab a coffee from round the corner, do you want anything?"
"No I'm good." Liv replied.
"Cool, if Blaine shows up while I'm out can you get started on running the usual tests." Ravi said grabbing his coat and walking up the stairs.
"No problem." Liv said to Ravi's departing figure, who threw up a wave as he left. For a while Liv worked alone in the silence of the morgue trying to ignore the ache of Felicity's sexual urges.
"You know," A voice suddenly whispered in her ear as a body pressed against her from behind and two arms encased her against the counter. "You shouldn't be so oblivious to your surroundings." Liv was barely registering what the person was saying as a wave of heat washed over her and her breath started coming out in laboured breaths. "Someone might sneak up on you and then you'd be in trouble." Liv unconsciously pressed her back into the person behinds front, feeling his hard, unmoving chest against her back and biting her lip to hold back a moan. "So how is my favourite zombie today?" The voice behind her asked, which shook Liv out of her sex addicted brains control.
"Blaine! What are you doing? Get off me." Liv shouted, spinning round to try and push Blaine away, unsuccessfully. Her hands met against his hard chest and no matter how hard she pushed he didn't move; it also didn't help that all Felicity's brain wanted to do was pull him closer.
"Is someone blushing?" Blaine laughed trying to catch her chin between his thumb and forefinger to tilt her head up, but she shook her head out of his grasp.
"I'm a zombie, we don't blush." Liv said, still trying to fight against her brain and push him away.
"Well something's got you all hot and bothered?" Blaine said leaning in slightly closer.
"I'm resisting the urge to be sick from your presence." Liv said disdainfully.
"Whatever you say." Blaine said, winking, before pulling away and walking round the morgue. "Where's my tall, handsome, British friend? He said he wanted me to come down here to run some more of his tests. Now be honest with me Liv," Blaine paused for dramatic effect, spinning around to face her and holding a hand over his unbeating heart. "Is he standing me up?"
"He's getting coffee. Now, shut up, sit down and roll your sleeve up." Liv said walking over to the cupboard to grab the blood pressure monitor. Suddenly Ruby by the Kaiser Chiefs started playing.
"Ruby, ruby, rubyyyyyy. Such a good song." Blaine sang along before answering his call. "Hello…no I'm visiting the doc…his package was late…he wants what?...remind him that I have him by the balls, and if he wants to keep them he better not piss me off by demanding money off his next order…good…find out why it was late…the new guy huh…make sure he knows that he nearly cost me money…I'll be in touch." Blaine said as he hung up. Liv had no idea what he was on about but it didn't sound good. However, Liv ceased to care about it when she was suddenly thrown into another vision.
Felicity was lying on her back, panting for breath, the warm post sex adrenaline flowing through her body. Felicity for the first time since she could remember finally felt sexually satisfied.
"That..was the…best sex…ever!" Felicity panted, almost delirious with the pleasure she had experienced.
"Well," A voice said from beside her. "I aim to please." Felicity giggled before turning to the voice.
"No, I'm serious. I've had a lot of sex and nothing compares to you." Felicity said as she straddled the mans naked waist, the man who turned out to be a very satisfied looking pre-zombie Blaine, with post sex hair and a lazy grin on his face.
"Well you certainly know how to stroke a guy's ego." Blaine said as he grabbed Felicity's hips and grinded them against his own, causing her to moan. He then quickly flipped them over and Liv could feel as his strong, lean body pressed against Felicity's as he ravished her lips before pulling away, Felicity moaned at the loss of contact.
"This has been fun." Blaine said as he got up off the bed and began putting his clothes back on.
"Do you have to leave?" Felicity pouted, kneeing up on the bed, unconcerned with the fact she was naked.
"You now how it is, places to go, people to see." Blaine said as he shrugged on his shirt and began buttoning it up.
"Isn't there anything I can do to convince you to stay." Felicity said with a coy smile on her face as she grabbed one of his hands and guided him to cup her sex, pushing his fingers into her folds, causing her to gasp.
"Tempting." Blaine said before withdrawing his fingers and holding them up to Felicity's mouth, a silent order to her to suck them, which she did without complaint, keeping eye contact as she sucked and licked them clean. "But I have to go." Blaine said withdrawing his fingers and putting on his jacket. Felicity pouted before getting off the bed, walking over to her hand bag and getting out a cigarette. Lighting it up she huffed as she watched Blaine collect the last of his belongings. "Don't pout doll face," He said as he slapped her arse as he walked past towards the door. "I'll be in touch."
When Liv came back out of her vision it was to Blaine standing about a foot away, snapping his fingers in front of her face. "You back?" He asked. Liv just starred in front of her face for a few seconds before looking up into Blaine's face, the same face that Felicity associated with indescribable pleasure. Before she even realised what she had done, Liv had jumped into Blaine's arms, wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her lips against his. Blaine was shocked for a moment before he decided, fuck it, and grabbed her arse in his hands pulling her closer to him and roughly kissing her back. Blaine bit her lip, causing Liv to gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Blaine took advantage and thrust his tongue in to her mouth and the two battled for dominance. Liv raked her fingers through his white blond hair as she tore her lips away from his to gasp for air, Blaine's lips moved to her neck as he began to suck and nibble against the pale flesh. Liv moaned as she grabbed his face and brought it backs to hers to resume kissing him.
Blaine began walking forward in an effort to find a surface to push Liv up against. Liv was roughly banged against a wall and growled slightly against Blaine's lips, reaching forward to tear open Blaine's shirt, the buttons popping off in random directions, and raking her fingers down his chest, leaving angry red gashes. Blaine growled at the feeling and grinded his erection against Liv's core. They pulled away from each other, both panting heavily and realised that they were both in full on Zombie mode, which only seemed to turn them on more as they attacked each other with renewed vigor.
Liv pushed herself off the wall, causing Blaine to stumble backward trying to keep his balance and banged into the back of the counter. They both heard the sounds of glass shattering on the floor but neither cared as Blaine tugged off Liv's lab coat and pulled his lips away from hers long enough to pull her top over her head, leaving her in just a black lace bra, which contrasted beautifully against her pale skin. Blaine grabbed hold of her backside again and walked over to the examination table in the middle of the morgue, knocking into the equipment trolley on his way, before depositing her down. Grasping her bra clad breasts in his hands, he moved his lip down her neck to her chest. Liv leaned back on one hand to give Blaine easier access, while the other hand kept hold of his hair as he kissed the top of her breasts.
"What is going on here?!" Ravi shouted walking through the side door into the morgue. However, Ravi was suddenly faced with two zombies both in full on zombie mode that looked like they wanted to murder him. Thankfully Liv recovered fast and her face reverted back into her normal zombie appearance. She looked at Ravi, momentarily confused before she looked down at her half naked self and saw her legs wrapped round Blaine's waist, his shirt hanging open and his chest on display.
"Oh my God." She whispered before pushing Blaine away and hopping off the table and scrambling to get her top off the floor and over her head.
"Dude," Blaine said leaning against the table Liv was just sitting on, "You can't cock block a brother like that, its not healthy."
"I…we…I would nev…we wer…" Liv stumbled over her words as she pulled her top over her head. "I wasn't going to sleep with him." She eventually managed to get out.
"Really? I could have sworn that that is where this usually leads. Let's see we had the making out, the clothes coming off, is that doesn't lead to sex, then I don't know what does." Blaine said. "And the fact that you are wet for me."
"I am not!" Liv defended.
"Only one way to find out." Blaine said smirking at her.
"You repulse me." Liv said practically spitting at him. "Do up your shirt." Liv demanded, as Felicity's brain still ached to touch and lick along his chest.
"No can do I'm afraid, someone tore off the buttons when they ripped it open."
"Can someone please tell me what is going on!" Ravi interrupted, both Liv and Blaine turned their attention back to him, almost forgetting that he was there.
"It was the brain!" Liv shouted.
"Felicity's brain?" Ravi clarified.
"Yes of course Felicity's brain, it wasn't going to be mine was it." Liv said sarcastically.
"Felicity fancies Blaine?"
"Felicity practically loves Blaine, she's slept with him in the past."
"Ewww, you had a vision of Felicity having sex with Blaine."
"No, thankfully, just the aftermath."
"Can one of you explain who this Felicity person I've apparently slept with is." Blaine interrupted.
"Murder victim, found dead, naked in a hotel room, here this is her." Ravi said walking over to the draws and wheeling out Felicity's body.
"Oh, that Felicity." Blaine said in realisation. "Ahhh too bad she's dead, she was always so eager to come when I called." Blaine was silent for a moment before he suddenly laughed and turned to Liv. "Wait you ate her brain?" He said pointing down to Felicity's body, but he didn't even wait for an answer before started laughing again. "You know she's a sex addict right, like permanently gagging for it all the time."
"Yes, I've realised that."
"Oh this is priceless, a sex addicted zombie that can't have sex for fear of turning people into zombies." Blaine said, clutching his stomach as he laughed.
"This is not funny."
"Oh I beg to differ."
"I'm trying to find her killer."
"And want to bone half of Seattle while your doing it." Blaine's legs couldn't even support him he was laughing so much and he collapsed in a chair.
"You are a despicable human being." Liv said before turning on her heel and marching out the morgue.
"It's a good thing I'm a zombie then!" Blaine shouted after her, before turning to Ravi. "So, still want to do those tests? Although I do warn you, all my blood isn't exactly at the right end." Blaine laughed and Ravi just shook his head and went to retrieve that blood pressure monitor that had been discarded on the floor.
Liv meanwhile was hiding out in the lady's toilets desperately trying to get Felicity's brain under control and definitely not thinking about Blaine. How had she let that happen, not only did she find him a deplorable person but she still blamed him for turning her into a zombie. Yet all Liv could think about was how his hands felt on her body, the taste of his lips and the constant ache in her sex that she knew he could fix.
"Ughhh…" Liv moaned, burying her face in her hands as she sat on the toilet seat. "This is a new low." Hiding in the toilets for fear that she'd jump Blaine if she saw him again was not what she thought she'd be doing when she woke up this morning. When Liv was sure enough time had passed and that Blaine would be long gone, Liv allowed herself to leave the safety of the toilet cubicle. But she couldn't return to morgue and face Ravi, what must he think of her now. So instead she went to visit Clive and see if he made any head way in the case.
"Ah Liv," Clive said when he saw her approach. "I was just about to text you. I've been looking at the security camera footage and I've found five men visited the hotel after Felicity arrived, didn't check in at reception and just went straight up to the rooms. And at 12:06, here they are all leaving the hotel together." Clive said pointing at the computer scene which showed the footage.
"So she must have still been alive when they left as the time of death shows she didn't die until 1am."
"Exactly. So five men visit her in the hotel room, but we found six semen samples on the body and at the crime scene, so where's the sixth guy? There is a back entrance that is unguarded and unwatched, where the killer could have entered but the only way to find out who he was would be to interview these five guys. But as you can see, the poor quality of the footage makes it impossible to recognise their faces. So we've hit another dead end. I was hoping maybe you've had another vision, maybe give us another lead." An imagine of Blaine lying naked on Felicity's bed flashed through Liv's mind.
"No, nothing useful, sorry."
"It was a long shot." Clive sighed leaning back in his chair. "Hopefully this sex addicts meeting tonight will give us something more to go on, although I'm not sure what."
"I was thinking maybe if I flick through Felicity's diary I might get a vision on one of their names, it's worth a short." Liv said, trying to sound casual.
"Knock yourself out." Clive said, rummaging around on his desk before locating the evidence bag that contained the diary.
"Wish me luck." Liv said cheerfully before grabbing the diary and making a bee line for the door. Liv still not wanting to go back down to the morgue to face Ravi, retreated to her new safe heaven, the lady's room. Sitting in the cubicle Liv flicked open the diary. In her vision, Blaine definitely wasn't a zombie and neither was Felicity, so they hadn't slept together after the events of the Lake Washington boat party. Liv found the date in the diary and began working backwards through the diary looking for Blaine's name. She eventually found a batch of his entries during April the previous year.
April 6th: Blaine Debeers, perfectly sized with amazing technique and stamina that kept me going all night long :D he made me feel amazing and I definitely need to see him again, the ache inside is already returning and I feel that only he can truly satisfy it.
Liv could empathise with what Felicity was feeling, she ached for Blaine's touch and she hadn't even slept with him yet, not that she was going to. Over the following 3 weeks in Felicity's diary, she slept with Blaine eight more times and each entry raved about the experience, about how only he could satisfy her. But then the entries stopped and Felicity didn't sleep with anyone for nearly a month before they picked up again, but that first one after the break was different to all the others.
June 12th: Can't remember his name, size was un-noteworthy and technique forgettable. My memories cast a large shadow that I doubt I will ever see the sun again.
Liv guessed that for some reason Blaine and Felicity stopped sleeping together and Felicity took it hard. All the entries after Blaine for months were labelled as unsatisfying. Liv didn't know what she expected when she decided to look up Blaine in Felicity's diary but finding out that he was the best sex that Felicity had ever had was something she wished she didn't know. Liv slammed the diary shut and leaned back against the toilet. Liv felt ashamed, embarrassed and unbelievably horny and it was driving her crazy, Liv didn't know how Felicity managed to live like this, maybe this sex addicts meeting might actually be helpful. Liv made her way back up to Clive.
"Any luck with the diary?" Clive asked.
"Nope." Liv said handing the diary back to Clive.
"Of course not, that would have been too easy." Clive said to himself before standing up and shrugging on his coat. "Well let's head over to this sex addicts meeting then." Clive said before walking off, not noticing the odd looks he received from the other police officers that over heard him. Liv hurried after him in to the elevator down to the garage and out of habit got her phone out and before she'd even realised what she was doing she'd fired off a text to Blaine.
I'm so horny for you right now.
Almost as soon as she sent it she regretted it, although from her nosing on Felicity's laptop she knew it was something Felicity did regularly. Liv quickly put her phone away before Clive could see it. But she had to hold back a happy squeal when we felt her phone buzz in reply.
Then you shouldn't have run off before I'd had a chance to fuck you.
Usually Liv would have frowned at the crass language, but at that moment it just served to excite her more.
Ravi walked in, it's not like we could continue.
We have differing opinions on that.
Liv giggled to herself before she realised that Clive was giving her a funny look. Liv quickly coughed before depositing her phone into her bag as the elevator doors opened to the underground parking garage. They made there was over to Clive's car, got in and Liv immediately whipped her phone back out and angled herself so there was no way Clive could look over and see what she was texting and sent off another text to Blaine.
You were right by the way.
I usually am, but what in particular was I right about.
I'm wet for you.
Of course you are, I have that effect on women.
Liv couldn't help but laugh at his cocky reply.
"What's so funny?" Clive asked.
"Nothing, just a funny text." Liv replied.
"Well wrap it up, we're nearly there." Liv looked out the window and saw they were just pulling into the community centre that hosted the sex addicts meeting. Liv quickly sent off another text as Clive parked the car.
Don't you think you should do something about it? ;)
Liv climbed out the car and was just putting her phone away in her bag when she received a reply.
I'll be in touch.
Liv felt nervous excitement bubble in her gut as well as a pool of moisture between her legs, before she followed Clive into the centre. As the entered they found a group of people setting up chairs in a circle. Liv looked around at all the people present.
"I don't see Vince Mulligan here." Liv said, picturing the man from her vision in her head. However, before Clive could reply a man approached them.
"Hello there, my name is Charles Miller are you here to join our session?" The man said, a friendly, inviting smile on his face.
"Hello Mr Miller, my name is Detective Babineaux with the SPD and this is medical examiner Liv Moore. We would like to speak with Vince Mulligan, we understand he runs this session."
"Ah." Charles said before leading Clive to a more secluded part of the room, away from the other people.
"I'm afraid that Mr and Mrs Mulligan no longer lead or attend this session. The charity that funds this session had to let Mr Mulligan go after it was discovered he was setting a bad example."
"A bad example?" Clive asked.
"Yes he was found having sex with one of the other members of the session, in the toilets, over there." Charles awkwardly pointed to the disabled toilet on the other side of the room. Liv made a mental note not to use the facilities.
"Wait, you said Mr and Mrs? What happened to her?"
"She was the one who discovered them, at the end of a session she found them at it like rabbits as I understand. She left her husband, quit the session and moved away and took the kids from what I heard. It was a pity, they were such a great success story, both came here as addicts, fell in love, married and then dedicated their lives to helping others. It really was a shame." Charles shook his head in disappointment before plastering another smile on his face. "Now unless there is anything else I can help you with…"
"Do you have a current address or phone number for Mr Mulligan?" Clive asked.
"I'm afraid not, I didn't actually know him. As for a phone number, he had a work only mobile provided to him when he ran the session but that was taken off him when he was let go. I'm sorry I can't be more helpful." Charles said before leaving the two of them and walking over to his group. Clive and Liv made their way back outside.
"So Vince has an affair with the victim," Clive starts. "Gets caught, loses his wife, job and kids. Sounds like motive to me."
"I agree, we should track him down, find out if he has an alibi." Liv agreed.
"Hey detective, wait up." Clive and Liv both turned to seeing a women rushing up to met them.
"Yes ma'am, can I help you?" Clive asked.
"I heard you in there." The women threw her thumb over her shoulder, indicating to the room that the sex addicts meeting was taking place. "Why are you looking for Vince?"
"We want to ask him some question about his relationship with Felicity Carter."
"Felicity? Why? She hasn't been back here in weeks." The women said confused.
"Felicity Carter was found dead yesterday." Clive said. The woman stumbled back in surprise.
"Felicity's dead?" The woman gasped. "And you think that Vince did it?"
"We aren't ruling out any possibilities." Clive said vaguely. The woman took a few deep breaths to calm herself before turning back to Liv and Clive.
"Okay I've got some information that may or may not be helpful, but I feel I should share it."
"Please, let us know anything you think might help." Clive said guiding the woman over to some chairs and sitting down.
"For starters, my name is Mary Handley and I run a perfectly legal and legitimate escort agency." Mary stressed, "I have all the licences and paperwork to prove it, we're a bit low market but we make good money. Any way Vince was sort of like an unofficial partner. While he was working here he would put me in contact with people he thought might be interested in turning their addiction to their advantage."
"Wait, he used his position as a group therapist to find you prostitutes?" Clive asked in disbelief.
"Well it sounds sinister when you say it like that." Mary huffed. "But there were no tricks, blackmailing or coercion. I explained the opportunity to the addicts Vince put me in contact with and they could choose for themselves if is was something they would be interested in. Yes, some said no but others said yes and are very happy in their new professions. Anyway I'm getting off topic. About four months ago Vince put me in touch with Felicity and she jumped at the opportunity. For a while she was happy and proved quite popular. However, after a while I started receiving complaints from her clients."
"What kind of complaints?" Clive asked.
"Well she had started pressuring clients."
"Pressuring how?"
"To last longer, do better, do more, to 'satisfy her needs'" Mary quoted. "As you can imagine clients didn't respond well to her, after all, they don't pay to be criticised. So a few weeks ago I had to let Felicity go, she was quite understanding about it, completely understood why she had to go."
"And what does this have to do with Vince?" Clive asked.
"Well when I told him that I let Felicity go and why, he was…weird. I don't really know how to describe it; it was like he took it as a challenge. Next thing I knew he and Felicity were caught together and I haven't heard from him since." Mary finished and Clive jotted some notes down.
"Thank you Miss Handley. If you could come down to the station tomorrow and write all this up in a formal statement.
"Of course detective." Mary said as she stood up from the chair.
"Oh and for the record what's the name of your escort agency?" Clive asked
"Leading Ladies escort agency." Mary replied. That name jogged something in Liv and she was thrown into another vision. Felicity was sat across from Mary in a bar somewhere.
"Me, an escort?" Felicity said wearily but slightly intrigued, twirling the discrete business card in her hand. "What would I have to do?"
"Nothing you aren't craving to do already." Mary said, which made Felicity laugh.
"But specifically." Felicity asked.
"Well typically someone calls our phone line wanting an appointment. We arrange a time and a place for you to meet them, we have a few special arrangements with various hotels for discounts and discretion. You will meet them there and rock their world." Felicity laughed before raising her glass to Mary.
"Sounds like a plan."
Liv came out of her vision and quickly grabbed Mary's arm before she could walk away.
"Is the Grand one of the hotels where you have a special arrangement with to conduct your business?" Liv asked.
"How did you-" Mary began to ask before Liv interrupted.
"Just a yes or no."
"Yes it is, it's not a crime to make business arrangements."
"And did Vince know about these arrangements? Was he familiar with the hotels?"
"Yes and I guess, he visited them often enough, so you could say he was familiar with them." Mary said confused at this line a questioning, But Liv ignored her and turned to Clive.
"Do you know what this means?"
"There's a good chance that Vince would know what day the garbage was collected." Clive said, pulling out his phone a calling the precinct and requesting the current address of Vince. Liv felt the familiar excitement in her stomach of making a break in a case. But that feeling paled in comparison to the feeling in her neither region when she pulled out her phone and saw the waiting text.
Come to Apartment 1108, Walton loft, Western Avenue
And I'll fuck your brains out.