The talk with Rita...could've gone better. Smoother.

In my infinite wisdom, I had decided to initiate a conversation with Rita when I was somewhat emotionally compromised—as much as someone like me can be. You see, I had just spent a lovely evening with a fellow psychopath. It was a splendid time for me, but unfortunately, he left it in pieces. We still enjoyed a wonderful time on my boat, a beautiful night on the water—perfect for decompressing after a confusing week.

In my post-kill euphoria, and glad that Rita didn't seem upset with me, I decided, why not pass on Deb's proposition? If I waited too long Deb would be pissed and I much prefered a happ, giddy, teasing Deb over an angry one if given the option.

"So Deb wanted me to um..ask you something." I said. We were sitting on the couch, relaxing. Rita had a bad sitcom on. Perfect background noise to talk over, this was my shot.

"Oh really?" Rita looked odd. Stiff body posture, like a deer in headlights. Suddenly the air was a bit awkard. I hoped Deb was right about Rita's feelings for her. Otherwise this could get...bad. Still Deb knew more about social stuff then I did. Best take her lead.

"Yep. It's kinda a...proposition." I said.

"What is it?"Rita said. She had a strange look on her face. Suddenly I had become a lot less confident. Damn murder induced endorphins. Couldn't they have worn off a little sooner?

"It's...uh well it's kinda a strange offer. I just thought I'd pass it along. " I said. I tried for nonchalance but I think I ended up at sheepish.

"Dexter, what is it?" Rita said, the voice of a mother scolding her child into compliance. This was much scarier than tracking down killers.

"Uh well..she um...offered to...sleep with you." I said. A sudden tense silence descended upon the room. Rita looked suddenly more like prey than a predator.

"She what?" Rita said. I couldn't identify all of those emotions. Surprise was definitly one of them though.

"She um..wants to sleep with you." I said, clearing my throat.

"She wants to sleep with me?"Rita said, incredulous.

"Yep. Well, she offered to. Which usually means she does and she seemed like she does so..." I said. This was uncomfortable. Damn it Deb, why'd you have to put me in this position? Payback for all the shit I put you through I suppose.

"And you're ok with this?" Rita said. Her voice was raised, which was a bad sign, but she didn't seem as angry as I imagined she'd be, so maybe I was safer than I thought.

"Of course. I-I mean yes." I said.

"Did you put Debra up to this?" Rita said.

"What? No, Rita I-" I said.

"Is this why you've been so distant, you are trying to pawn me off on your sister?" Rita said.

"No, Rita it wasn't-"

"Then have you been fantasising about me and your own sister?" Rita said.

That was closer to the truth. In fact, that notion kept creeping back in my head. Thankfully, my dark passengers Need pulled my brain to less confusing pleasure-seeking opportunities.

But the question took me by surprise. I was left shocked into silence, my mouth agape, searching blindly. Floundering.

"Gross Dexter. That is really sick. I didn't expect-" Rita said and she was starting to move away. I grabbed her by the wrist. She stopped, both her words and her body.

"It wasn't my idea." I said.

"-What?" Rita said.

"It wasn't my idea. Deb asked for this. I never even considered-" I said.

"So...she really...wants to...?"Rita blushed, she couldn't form the words.

"Yes. She seemed...excited by the prospect." I said. I was excited too. Which was...baffling to me.

"Oh...wow." Rita said. The look on her face changed. She held a hand to her forehead. Was she...feeling well?

"Are you ok?" I asked. Nothing.

"Rita. Rita!"

"...Yes I'm alright Dexter it's just...so...flattering." Rita said. Now she was giggly. Clearly I had entered some alternative universe where everyone was completely insane. Some kind of mirror verse where everyone acted the opposite of what was expected.

"What?"

"I mean your sister is a very attractive woman."

"What?" I said, though it was, at any reckoning, an accurate statement.

"I mean I've never been with a woman before. I got close once...and I kissed a few girlfriends but...she was excited you said?"

"...Huh? Yes. Very. Rita, you never told me you were interested in women." I said.

"It didn't come up. Is that a problem for you Dexter?" Rita asked. Her voice wasn't angry, but even to me it indicated what the only acceptable answer was.

"No. Not at all. I mean my sisters bi and I don't judge people like that. Of course I accept you and love you." I said. Sexual preference was nothing compared to murder. I couldn't blame Rita for having secrets when I had my own.

Besides, it was kinda...hot. Her with Deb was a very satisfying visual.

"Thanks Dexter. I love you too. So you are really ok with me and her..."Rita said blushing and happy.

"Of course. You are my two favorite women in the world and I want you both to be happy." I said. Meaningless charm and flattery. But it was also true. Again, this emotion stuff was so frustrating and confusing. How do people do it?

"Dexter, that's sweet. But you really don't feel any jealousy?" Rita said.

"No. Never." I said then I paused. Rita looked at me, she seemed like she was waiting on me.

It was a neat trick Deb and Rita could do. A look and a well-timed pause could near always cause me to look deeper, consider more, draw more out of me then I'd otherwise be willing to.

"I mean if anyone ever tried to take you from me. Or tried to sabotage our realtionship. I'd feel angry. Hurt. Jealous. But I know Deb wouldn't do anything to hurt me. And I know you wouldn't either." I said.

"That's how if felt. With you and Lila. The fact that you slept with her was one thing but the fact that you shared so much with her too...it felt like I didn't mean as much to you." Rita said.

"I'm sorry. I've...never been good with emotions. Sharing things. I felt like you'd leave me, if you knew me. I don't mean to duck responsibility, I feel into it, but Lila did manipulate me. Thought she was a sponsor, that she'd have to accept me, she filled me up with...validation that I needed...wanted. And then once we broke up, once you broke up with me, I was emotionally knew how to get what she wanted from me, and I was too stupid to realize her for what she was. I didn't want to hurt you but out of...immaturity, selfishness I did anyway. I'm sorry." I said. I had some time to think about Lila and sharing this felt...kinda scary. But Rita deserved to hear this and I had just made a big ask.

"I understand. She was like Paul." Rita said and somehow our connection felt a bit stronger.

There was a long pause.

"So how would this work?" Rita said, she was cuddling with me now. Thank the gods. I loved cuddling with Rita. Which was odd for me.

"You're gonna have to talk to Deb about that." I smirked.

Tag sis.