Argento’s hands in her hair, and Jordan’s back against her chest. His arm and leg dangled over the side. Her arm was wrapped around his waist. Argento was behind her, but he was not cuddled up to her. She remembered last night, as soon as her rear came in contact with him he left her. He took up half of the bed, leaving the other half for her and Jordan to share. He didn’t seem to mind being wrapped up in her body.
She wondered how he would feel waking up in bed with another man. Would he freak out? If she asked Argento to leave she might wake Jordan. So she lay there, silently. She wanted to stay there forever, just like that. Between both of them.
Vince knew something was different. He never woke up with anyone in his bed. Sure he’d woken up with his partner in the other bed, or whatever. But he never slept with people he fucked. Never. He didn’t mind the sex, it was necessary. When he got off he was finished. No cuddling, no kissing, no touching.
But as soon as he walked into Miss Florian/Arianna’s apartment he knew that was finished. He knew what she was, what she did. She killed men, for the same reason he had killed a man. Seeing her, though, took him to another place. Her mysterious blue eyes drained all his pain, his hate. For maybe the first time in his life he trusted someone, and she happened to be a serial killer.
But he did not expect to be so drawn to her side. He did not expect such an urge to climb into her bed, so overwhelming he had to, even with Jordan laying so close. He knew she was developing feelings for the other man, and he hated it. When he saw the way she looked at him, Vince wanted to rip his heart out and hand it to her. He knew no one else would ever have it; and if she didn’t want it he would have no use for it.
But slowly he could see a change in her seductive blue eyes, because she looked at him the same way she looked at Jordan. The way she studied his body in the shower, the emotions that chased each other across her beautiful fresh face. And when he found out she was a virgin… it scared him and thrilled him at the same time. She would never give herself to a man she didn’t love, and he had no idea how to make someone love him. Jump in bed with him? He could do that no problem. But love…???
He thought he would do what he did the night before, fondle her hair and touch it to his face. It was his only fetish. But he didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the fight, or how damn good she smelled, he relaxed and fell asleep beside her and Jordan.
He opened his eyes and she was there. Her shins rested against his thighs. Her hand was on his ribcage, and her cheek lay against his bicep. To be so small she certainly fit perfectly against his body. He reached for her hair, and encountered Jordan’s shoulder. He was nearly as skinny and bony as Arianna, just the way Vince liked them. Vince had a type, male and female: dark hair, pale skin, tall, skinny, and dark eyes. He knew he recreated his abuser in every person he had sex with; but he couldn’t fight it. So that’s why he couldn’t understand why he wanted to fall into Arianna’s eyes like blue pools and drown in them. And Arianna had the long arms and legs, but she also had the round femininity that confused him; he’d never been attracted to a woman with hips and breasts.
He moved his hand away from Jordan to find her hair. “Kiss her,” he heard. It was barely audible, barely a whisper. He thought it was in his own mind for a split second, until Jordan peered up over her shoulder. “Kiss her,” he said again, and rested his lips against her skin.
“What?” Vince’s mind went empty. He wanted to kiss her, but not while Jordan was in the bed with them. “Why?”
“I want to watch.” His voice was steady but detached. “I’ve never done it. I’m scared to try.”
“Just put your lips on hers.” He said it a little louder than he meant to. Arianna shifted between them. Her hip lay against
She wondered how he would feel waking up in bed with another man. Would he freak out? If she asked Argento to leave she might wake Jordan. So she lay there, silently. She wanted to stay there forever, just like that. Between both of them.
Vince knew something was different. He never woke up with anyone in his bed. Sure he’d woken up with his partner in the other bed, or whatever. But he never slept with people he fucked. Never. He didn’t mind the sex, it was necessary. When he got off he was finished. No cuddling, no kissing, no touching.
But as soon as he walked into Miss Florian/Arianna’s apartment he knew that was finished. He knew what she was, what she did. She killed men, for the same reason he had killed a man. Seeing her, though, took him to another place. Her mysterious blue eyes drained all his pain, his hate. For maybe the first time in his life he trusted someone, and she happened to be a serial killer.
But he did not expect to be so drawn to her side. He did not expect such an urge to climb into her bed, so overwhelming he had to, even with Jordan laying so close. He knew she was developing feelings for the other man, and he hated it. When he saw the way she looked at him, Vince wanted to rip his heart out and hand it to her. He knew no one else would ever have it; and if she didn’t want it he would have no use for it.
But slowly he could see a change in her seductive blue eyes, because she looked at him the same way she looked at Jordan. The way she studied his body in the shower, the emotions that chased each other across her beautiful fresh face. And when he found out she was a virgin… it scared him and thrilled him at the same time. She would never give herself to a man she didn’t love, and he had no idea how to make someone love him. Jump in bed with him? He could do that no problem. But love…???
He thought he would do what he did the night before, fondle her hair and touch it to his face. It was his only fetish. But he didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the fight, or how damn good she smelled, he relaxed and fell asleep beside her and Jordan.
He opened his eyes and she was there. Her shins rested against his thighs. Her hand was on his ribcage, and her cheek lay against his bicep. To be so small she certainly fit perfectly against his body. He reached for her hair, and encountered Jordan’s shoulder. He was nearly as skinny and bony as Arianna, just the way Vince liked them. Vince had a type, male and female: dark hair, pale skin, tall, skinny, and dark eyes. He knew he recreated his abuser in every person he had sex with; but he couldn’t fight it. So that’s why he couldn’t understand why he wanted to fall into Arianna’s eyes like blue pools and drown in them. And Arianna had the long arms and legs, but she also had the round femininity that confused him; he’d never been attracted to a woman with hips and breasts.
He moved his hand away from Jordan to find her hair. “Kiss her,” he heard. It was barely audible, barely a whisper. He thought it was in his own mind for a split second, until Jordan peered up over her shoulder. “Kiss her,” he said again, and rested his lips against her skin.
“What?” Vince’s mind went empty. He wanted to kiss her, but not while Jordan was in the bed with them. “Why?”
“I want to watch.” His voice was steady but detached. “I’ve never done it. I’m scared to try.”
“Just put your lips on hers.” He said it a little louder than he meant to. Arianna shifted between them. Her hip lay against
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