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[evolutionaryimperative]

After their tryst inside of his shop, he did not show up at her club again. But he had ended up another club that evening and on the news the next morning was the report of missing blonde stripper, this one named Nikki Sanders. They reported to once again having no leads to the murderer. And as far as he was concerned, they would never have any leads. He was too careful to get caught.

But that was another issue for another time. For now he had changed out of his work clothes and into a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt. On his way he stopped by one of his favorite take out places and got them some Chinese food. He figured they might as well have some food to eat while they made fun of bad TV together.

It was...nice spending time with Elle, and not just because they ended up having sex so often (although that was nice as well). It had been so long since he had just enjoyed someone else's company. It was a nice indulgence even if he knew it could probably never go any farther than it already had. If she knew anything about what he was really like, it would all be over. And he really didn't want to have to kill her.

He made his way to Elle's apartment from his car and stopped outside the door. He brought his hand up and knocked, waiting for her answer.

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[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her scowl fell a little, and she picked at the corner of the beer bottle's label absentmindedly. "Like what?" she asked, softer.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Like the fact that I think about you all the time." He wasn't trying to be over sentimental or romantic, it was just true. He thought about her way too much. He was obsessed.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

It didn't sound over sentimental or romantic to her, but maybe it was those shots making her feel a little fuzzy. All it did was speed her heart a little, but maybe that was the alcohol too. But she wanted to know more. That she couldn't explain.

"What about me do you think about?" she nearly whispered, her voice small, soft.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Lots of things about you," He replies in an equally soft tone. "How pretty you are, how clever you are...how special you are compared to every other girl I've ever met."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She pulled in a shaky breath, quit it with her bottle, and looked off to the side for a moment, trying to ignore how something in her chest seized up and tightened. Those were nice things. Really nice things. Nicer than she could have hoped.

"I was thinking," she whispered. "Maybe if we both had unfair advantages over each other, it's sort of even anyway, right?"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"What unfair of advantage do I have over you?" He asked curiously. He had shared his thoughts, it was only fair she did the same. That's how he saw it.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Well..." She trailed off with a soft sigh, rested her empty beer against the armrest. Her eyes slid over to him finally, and she felt herself softening just a little bit more at the sight of him. "It doesn't take enough for me to forgive you," she said with a small smile.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Oh?" He asked with a soft smile before wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He had taken her words as permission. "I could see where that would be a problem."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She didn't make a move to switch towards him though, and instead simply smiled at him, biting her bottom lip just a bit from his welcome, warm touch. "But I can't forgive you unless you say sorry."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He chuckled softly at that. "I'm sorry." He was only doing it because he was a little tipsy and she smelled so nice. It wasn't like he needed her not to be upset with him or something.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her body moved without even a command back to him, sort of like a spring with nothing to hold it back anymore. She didn't really like that metaphor; its implication. It really was too easy to tuck herself into his side again, wrap her arm over his chest, her chin on his shoulder, and her eyes bright and on him.

A part of her hated it. It was scary.

"I forgive you," she murmured.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad," He murmured softly before leaning in to press a soft kiss against her lips. He really disliked the idea of her being angry with him. And he disliked the fact that he disliked it even more.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She kissed him back soundly, still smiling gently, and nudge her nose against his, from side to side. Because she could at it was silly and affectionate and everything she usually wasn't. "Me too."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He glanced at the tv after that, laughing a little. "I think we missed a few shots. Should we just make up for them now?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Might as well," she replied, extracting herself from him just a little to retrieve the shot glasses and the bottle.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He waited until she finished filling up the shot glasses before taking his and downing it quickly. Not that he really needed to drink more...but it was kind of nice to let himself become more relaxed for once.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Elle followed suit, and then shook her head at the taste and how her head felt just a little heavier, and she waited for it to clear a little. "We should slow down a little," she murmured, putting down the glass just a little hard and pressing against him again. She liked how he felt.

And she also didn't want to end up puking tonight.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"You're probably right," He murmured softly in agreement with her as he sat his own glass down. He felt light headed and not quite himself, but it wasn't bad, he supposed. Not with her there. He wrapped his arms around Elle's waist again, holding her close.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She hummed a little and nestled closer, too close, pressing her lips against his neck. The alcohol really was making her heavy, sensitive. He felt so comfortable, even though she felt hotter and hotter at his proximity. Alcohol always did make her a little hot and bothered.

"We should eat something," she said thickly.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"We should," He murmured softly in respnse. He sat up and pulled out one of the cartons from the bag. He took the chopsticks and dug into it, holding out some of the chicken chow mein for Elle.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," she whispered, moving from his neck. With a smirk, she leaned forward to take it between her teeth.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He grinned as he slid out the chopsticks and dug back in. He pulled some more out, holding it up for her again. Maybe he was being a little silly like this, feeding her, but it was fun. He was just intoxicated enough not to think about it much.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She giggled a little and ate some more, licking her lips of the sauce and trying not to get any on her chin. It was silly, but it was fun. Probably funner considering the alcohol running through her veins, but even so.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

It was fun. He held up another bite for her. It seemed almost strangely intimate about it. Like they were a real couple or something. Which he supposed they were.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her hand came up to extract the chopsticks from his grip as she chewed and swallowed. With a grin, she pinched some chicken and noodles up for him, narrowing her eyes playfully in concentration as she fed him back.