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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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[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.

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"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.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He grinned and leaned in, carefully eating the food she offered back for him. This was just another thing on a long list of things he could get used to.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"It's really good," she murmured offhandedly, scooping up some more for him as he swallowed. She stole a short kiss and licked his lips gently before serving him the next bite, savoring the taste of the food, but most of him.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He groaned against her lips, savoring the kiss for a moment before pulling away to take the next bite. He swalloed before responding, "Isn't it? The Golden Palace is my favorite Chinese takeout place."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Never been there," she replied, closing the space between them once more to press her mouth to his, a little bit more this time, her tongue teasing between his lips, hers own sliding and nipping his.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He didn't even bother responding to her words. Instead he cupped her cheeks and pressed his lips against hers a little harder now, his tongue brushing against hers.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She let out a soft humming sound, dropped the container and chopsticks on the arm of the couch to wrap her arms around his neck. At least they had ate something. But for now all she wanted to do was shiver at his kiss, her hands holding her face close to his.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

They hadn't eaten much, but it would be have to be enough. He deepened the kiss, his heart racing a little as he lied her down on the couch, settling ontop of her.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her breath hitched a little; she let her legs open and frame his hips, her body arcing a little into his. Her heart pounded against her chest too, and even though she felt it speed up in her chest as she caressed her tongue against his, she didn't feel as overwhelmed as she had before. He always overwhelmed her, and she certainly felt it--that coil in her stomach. But she felt relaxed now, too. Warm. Safe.

That thought should have scared her, but maybe she was too drunk to care.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He liked how much easier it was getting for her to submit to him quicker. He liked taking control, settling over her, overwhelming her. He wanted to overwhelm her, take her over until there was nothing left in her life but him. But for now he just continued kissing her, running his tongue over hers.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She pulled back just enough to suck in a breath and kiss his lips fully, lashes fluttering against his cheeks. Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, roamed up his smooth back as she twined her legs over his with a small smile. "Reality shows suck anyway," she murmured.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"They do," He whispered softly, catching his breath. He leaned down, brushing his lips against her neck and nipping at it playfully. "This is much more interesting."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her eyes closed and she bit her lips to stifle a little gasp at the teasing graze and pinch of his mouth. Maybe she liked that too much, if the reaction of her body meant anything--how it burned delightfully for a moment. Her head lulled heavily to the side, her thoughts fuzzy and thick as the vodka kept up it's job. She definitely felt it now. "And fun," she breathed. "I think that was too fast," she slurred a little, turned her mouth into his shoulder and breathed in. "Or you feel too good."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I can do it slower," He whispered, brushing his lips deliberately against her soft, sweet, and way too warm skin. He grazed his teeth against her throat before biting down. He usually avoiding leaving marks, as he knew it was best he didn't for her job, but there was so much alcohol traveling through his veins that he wasn't thinking twice about things.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

That wasn't what she meant, but she wasn't going to try to correct him with the gentleness of his lips and flush of his breath made her writhe, her palms slipping further about his back to his shoulders. She shivered at his bared teeth, curled tighter around him. She was about tell him she meant to alcohol through her little, gasping breaths but the words died as his teeth pressed into her skin.

It would be nice to say her first instinct was to push him away, tell him to stop. She had a livelihood to think of. Not to mention rent money. But it wasn't the first instinct. Quite the contrary, really. Her first instinct was to whimper, wriggle, pull him closer even though his weight pressed her down, his teeth held her still. And she wanted to bite him right back.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He groaned softly against her neck as she pulled him closer. She wanted it too, this next step into intimacy. He sank his teeth in deeper, breaking the skin. His tongue lapped at her blood, at the mark he left on her. He knew he shouldn't do it, but he liked having this obvious mark of his ownership over her.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She wasn't sure if the sound that escaped her was more of a moan or a surprised cry, but she did tense, her legs rubbing over his sides at the throbbing pressure of his teeth. She did shudder as his tongue nursed the wound, and without any rational thought and just her swimming vision she pressed her lips to some purchase of skin that just touched his neck, her teeth scraping, testing.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He gasped softly as she teased his teeth against his neck. He wasn't sure if he wanted her to mark him back. It was one thing to claim ownership over her, it was another thing to allow her to do the same.