A/N: Still working on a random -plan for helping me get more stories and one shots out. Oh and I recently published my 8th book. Woot. Enjoy.
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David pulled up to the curb and looked out at the crowd. She was here. Making her rare trip to the boardwalk's outer edges where people shopped for oddities.
"Just go for it," he heard her mutter, standing outside of a booth.
"I wouldn't if I were you," David said, moving behind her. "The whole booth is a scam."
The little Goth jumped and turned, but he remained behind her, just out of her sight. The girl growled and elbowed him in the stomach.
"Nice shot," David said, rubbing the spot that ached the most.
The girl turned and looked at him through her purple glasses. "You want to tell me why you're stalking me?"
"Not really," David said with a smirk.
"I could scream, you know?"
"I could have you screaming by the end of the night," David countered, mischief playing in his ice blue eyes.
Color lit up her cheeks. "You- you! You're horrible!"
"No, I'm actually David. There's a difference."
The girl rolled her eyes and turned away, moving off down the boardwalk. David put a cigarette in between his lips and followed her with ease. The girl glanced at him and crossed her arms over her chest.
"You have anything better to do than follow me around?" she demanded.
"Not really."
"Great. And I guess telling you to go away and get lost won't work,."
David took a drag on his cigarette. "What do you think?"
"Fuck you."
"Anytime, anywhere, princess."
"That's not what I meant! You – you're a creep!" She punched his arm hard. "Are you really always this perverted?"
"Only on days that end with 'y' and with girls who wear pandas in their ears."
The girl's left hand went to her ear. "Don't hate on the panda earrings. They're adorable."
David rolled his eyes this time. "Earrings are supposed to accentuate the beauty of a person,. Not be adorable."
"Then they fail…and I'm ugly."
"That's not what I meant and you know it."
"Do I?" The girl's eyes challenged him for a moment. "Do I really?"
David let out a low growl. "I don't draw just anyone like Venus for no reason."
The girl tilted her chin up defiantly. "You shouldn't be drawing girls naked anyway without their consent. It's creepy." The girl crossed her arms over chest. "Not to mention insulting to the goddess, Venus."
"Fuck! You think that goddess cares who I draw naked?"
"If you draw someone in the same concept as her, yes."
David poked her on the nose. "I think you're just mad that I saw you naked."
The girl smacked his hand aside. "I think you're a stalker and suck at your stalking because you keep making your presence way to obvious."
David glared at the girl. "If I was trying to stalk you, you'd never know that I was there."
"Then what the hell are you doing?"
"Keeping an eye on you."
The girl rolled her eyes and took a step back. "I don't need someone to keep an eye on me. I can look after myself."
David blew out a stream of smoke and watched her for a moment. Then he grabbed her and moved her out of the way of an out of control bicyclist. The Goth's fingers curled in his inner jacket and she remained pressed close to him for several moments.
"Yeah, you can really see all the dangers around you," David said, flicking his cigarette aside.
"Shut up!" the girl said, fixing her glasses back into place. She glared up at him. "Has anyone told you that you're an asshole?"
"Several."
"Oh, well. They're right."
David smirked and slid his arm around her waist, flirting with her hip. "C'mon. Let's check out the macabre that you're so keen on seeing. I'll be your local tour guide."
"I've had enough of local tour guides," the girl muttered, probably thinking about the one that had ripped her off.
Good thing that one is dead.
"I'm more charming than the normal local tour guide," David promised with a smirk. "And a hell of a lot sexier."
The girl laughed. "And more of a narc."
David squeezed her hip. "Careful. I've seen you naked. I can probably guess where your ticklish spots are."
"Oh no! Not the nonexistent ticklish spots!" She laughed even more at his questioning look. "I don't have any ticklish spots, David. I have never been ticklish anywhere."
David smirked, eyes narrowing with wickedness as he turned them back in the direction that they had come from. "Challenge accepted."
"Wait! What? What are you going to do?"
"You'll see."
"David!"
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He found two ticklish spots. It had taken some persuasion and stripping her down in a heated make out session turned even steamier to get to the bottom of where they were. But he had found them.
One was under her buttock.
The other he was keeping to himself to use at the right moment.
The Goth moaned as he moved his hips against hers in a rough pace, taking her to an impossible high. He released as she did, feeling their joined climaxes roar through their bodies unlike any he had felt before. The girl's breath remained heavy as he lowered her legs and bent over her, kissing his way up to her lips in a gentle, tender aftercare.
The girl looked at him in confusion when he pulled her to his side and held her in his arms, stroking her skin.
"What?" he asked.
"What – what are you doing?" she asked.
"Cuddling," David said as if it was obvious. "You know, aftercare?" The girl looked at him, confusion clouding her eyes even more. "The thing that happens after sex?"
"I don't…I don't get it."
David's brow furrowed. "You've never had aftercare?"
"No."
"But…then what happened after every time you had sex?" David saw the distance hit her eyes like she was retreating from him and the world. "What happened, princess?"
The girl turned her gaze away from him. "None of it….none of it was ever sex…Sex is consensual/ Like this was. What I went through….with each of those five boys…that was…that was…"
David realized what she couldn't say and his heart hardened for her. His mind traced hers for names, faces – each easily pulled to the forefront because that's what she was thinking about right now. David pulled her tighter to him and smoothed his hands over her skin, soothingly.
"Don't think about that anymore. We're going to change all that happens today. Okay?"
The girl nodded and rested her cheek against his chest. "Thank you, David."
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David pulled a cigarette from behind his ear and brought it to his lips. The five boys that had hurt that girl he craved stood down at the base of the hill, talking in confusion. A simple text from a burner phone had brought them there. A secret promise for a much better round two or whatever they wanted…the words made David sick.
David took a drag on the cigarette as his Boys crept forward, game faces on. "It's showtime, Boys."
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A/N: Kinda dark and depressing, no? Sorry. Later. -Scarlet