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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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[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He kissed her deeply now, pressing his tongue past her lips. He could still feel the sting of her bite against his neck but it didn't feel so threatening now. He was able to push some of that darkness back inside, and just focus on how much he wanted her, every bit of her.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She let out a soft grunt, meeting his tongue with her own, caressing and nipping it gently with her lips every time they broke for a breath. Her neck stung too with every movement and she writhed beneath him a little more--because she wanted the friction, because she wanted control.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He ground his hips down against hers, trying to keep control of the situation, of himself. His hands slid down her body and underneath her shirt, brushing against bare skin as he leaned in for another searing kiss.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She shuddered and melted a little beneath his hands, her soft moan muffled by his kiss. She couldn't fight his weight, his hips rubbing between her open legs, but she clawed a little desperately at his back, bit his lips as she arced into him.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He growled beneath her lips as she clawed at his back, biting her lips in return. His hands slipped up and undid her bra before shoving it aside to roughly grasp her breasts.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She sucked in a sharp breath against the pressure of his teeth, the possessiveness of his hands. All she could do was dig her nails into the skin of his shoulders, press up into his palms with a likened growl.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

Her matching growl spent a shiver down his spine as he continued to grasp at her breasts, grinding down against her.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She paused long enough to yank up his shirt, struggled with it to pull over his head.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He allowed her to tug off his shirt and did the same with her own before completely removing her bra. He leaned in and claimed her lips once more, his hands kneading her breasts.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She ran her palms over his bare shoulders, her nails gently scraping the little nicks she'd already left in his skin. "Do it like before," she murmured. "Slow."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He smirked to himself a little bit before dipping his head down, teasing his lips against the skin of her neck. He licked the marks he had left there earlier before finally biting down, breaking her skin yet again.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

It was less surprising this time, but not any less painful, a rough whimper escaping her smiling lips. She shouldn't enjoy that so much. She hardly wanted to for so many reasons. But all she could do was writhe more beneath him, tear at his back with her dragging nails as her head tilted back.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He grinned at her wimper, carefully and deliberately licking at the wound now. His hands slowly began to travel down her body and started to work on undoing her pants.