Angela rubbed her eyes before opening them. She smiled softly at Vincent still sound asleep beside her. She lightly petted the gray kitten curled up sleeping on her heartbeat. A bright smile took over her face as she basked in how grateful she felt for her found family. She almost never wanted to leave Vincent's bed ever again. If only they could stay frozen in time like his wax statues. She began tracing invisible lines along the man's arms until he opened his eye.
"Morning, sexy," she purred, craning her neck to kiss him so she didn't disturb Cheshire. Vincent returned the kiss, gently wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her tighter against him, also careful not to wake the kitten. He nuzzled his face into her neck, sighing contentedly. They could both smell the breakfast Dakota was cooking but neither of them felt particularly motivated to leave their sweet embrace. Lazy days were good days too.
Bo swatted Dakota's ass as he walked by behind her. Dakota whirled around, giggling wildly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
"My naughty boy," she teased playfully before she turned back to breakfast. This morning, she was making spinach omelets with rye toast and more chocolate-covered bacon. Once she had finished cooking and plated everything up, Bo pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Her cheeks flushed as she kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck. She only pulled away once Vincent and Angela appeared in the kitchen.
Angela grabbed a bowl and opened a can of wet cat food to empty into the bowl before placing it on the floor for the kitten. She giggled softly as Cheshire purred loudly while he ate. She gave his back a gentle rub, then went to sit at the table beside Vincent. She slipped her hand into his under the table and they exchanged loving smiles. They each ate one-handed so their other hands could remain intertwined. Lester soon walked into the kitchen, often coming to the house for almost every meal now. He joined them at the table and ate.
"There's a couple on the way here to Ambrose," Lester announced. "Seems their fanbelt suddenly broke." He chuckled.
"Feelin' up to goin' on a hunt, darlin'?" Bo asked Dakota in a purr, pressing a kiss to her temple. She nodded as she stood up from the table.
"You go with Bo, and I'll clean up the kitchen," Angela insisted.
"Thanks, Angie," Dakota said as she walked over to pull the canvas bag out from beneath the sink. She took out the pieces of her sniper rifle and clicked them together in record time. Better to have it and not need it. She left it resting against the wall beside the door as she followed Bo outside. She climbed into the truck and he drove into town.
Dakota hid inside the gas station while Bo went over to wait in the church. Sure enough, it wasn't long before a young couple wandered into the town, calling for assistance. Keeping an eye through one of the windows, she could see the woman was in her early 20s with black hair tied back in a bun, dazzling green eyes, and a beautiful olive complexion. The man was in his late 20s with medium brown hair, rich brown eyes, and suntanned skin.
'Vincent will love them,' she mused to herself. She remained hidden, watching as they made their way over to the church. When they poked their heads in, they quickly backed out. Dakota smiled at how fooled they were by the funeral display inside. Once Bo emerged from the church, she ducked back down. A good, clean kill was always worth the patience. She could still feel that eager anxiety in her chest as she heard Bo and the couple approaching so she took a deep breath to calm herself. She just needed a signal from Bo.
"The bathroom is right back there," Dakota heard Bo's voice say, and she began to feel giddy. "Your husband and I will just head back to the house so we can get the right-sized fanbelt and get you on your way." As the footsteps grew closer, she scaled up the pipes that ran up and across the ceiling. Hooking her knees over one of the pipes, she released her grip with her hands to hang suspended over the bathroom doorway. She watched the woman stop beneath her to jiggle the handle. She reached down, clamping one hand over the woman's mouth, gripping and twisting fast, a sickening crack ringing out as her neck snapped. The woman's body crumpled to the floor.
Dakota threw her arms out in silent victory before she grabbed the pipes in her hands and unhooked her knees, dropping down to the floor below. She pulled the young lady's body out of immediate sight since she would have to wait for Bo to help her carry it. She meandered around the station garage playing with some of the tools in her fingers as she waited patiently. As soon as she saw Bo's headlights, she ran to lean out the door and wave to him. He got out of his truck and followed her to the woman's body.
"Damn, darlin', you weren't kidding," Bo muttered but she didn't miss how impressed he sounded. Dakota helped him bring the body out to the truck bed before getting into the passenger seat. They drove back to the house. Dakota went inside and dismantled her sniper rifle, putting it back in the canvas bag which was returned to its hiding spot under the sink. Bo carried the woman's body down to Vincent's workshop. He walked in just in time to see Angela operating the wax shower on the man's corpse. She smiled at Bo, earning herself an impressed nod. After placing the woman's body on the workbench, he returned to the house.
Vincent nodded to Angela when it was time to turn off the wax shower, and she quickly turned it off. He helped her pose the body before they worked together to smooth out the wax. He felt tingles in his spine every time she gasped or giggled as they worked, fully immersed in their project. He would lean in and steal kisses as they worked, and the way she lit up and giggled made him smile.
It was Angela's idea to dress the man up as a butler and place him close to the front door of the museum, posed as if he were welcoming in the guests. It made perfect sense to her that his significant other be a maid once she was waxed, posed, and finished. She replaced the former maid in the kitchen, as the original was the only 100% wax figure left in the place and the face had melted from the window amplifying the sun's heat. Vincent had been easy enough to persuade.
With everything finished, they walked back to the house through the tunnel hand-in-hand. Vincent led her through the kitchen and up the stairs. Then he only released her hand so he could head into the bathroom. After closing the door and running the shower to warm up, he undressed. The moment he stepped under the warm spray, he heard the bathroom door creak open and closed quickly. A few moments later, a naked Angela joined him in the shower. He rumbled softly as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. She returned the kiss with a small giggle, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Conserve water, shower together," she purred as she grabbed the sponge and soaped it up. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing close as she rubbed the sponge over his back. He groaned softly, his muscles releasing their tension under her touch. He gently nibbled the sensitive spot on her earlobe, making her mewl.
"Not fair," she whined softly, making him smile. He trailed kisses along her jawbone before meeting her lips passionately. He took the sponge from her, slowly rubbing circles along her shoulders and down her spine. She shivered and pressed closer, panting softly. He easily lifted her in his arms, pinning her back against the tiled wall for leverage. She gripped his shoulders tightly for stability as he lined himself up.
"Vincent!" she gasped his name sweetly as he thrust inside her. She whimpered needily as she held onto him tighter, tangling her fingers in his hair and kissing him as she moaned into his mouth. He growled softly into the kiss as he increased his pace. The moans elicited from his angel only motivated him more. He'd become attuned to the sounds she made and what they all meant. It really hadn't been to difficult since she was an open book to him. The way her moans were pitched changed as she drew closer to her finish. He increased his pace further and they both cried as they came together. Vincent held her tight, rocking his hips to give her every last drop. He then slowly pulled out and carefully set her on her feet, keeping his arm wrapped around her since her legs were shaking. She held onto him, face flushed as she trembled and panted softly. He chuckled softly and turned off the water before helping her out of the tub, drying off, and helping her dry off. Once dressed, Angela went down to the kitchen to start cooking dinner.
