A woman lay in a bed partially covered by her blankets. Her chest was bare, exposed from the blankets; her ample breasts swayed as she moved. Her eyes were covered in dark makeup. Her dark hair was dyed with multi colored highlights and cut short. Her eyes were shut and her lips were parted in an expression of pleasure.
Movement beneath the blanket hinted to another's presence.
The woman's lips parted further as a moan escaped her. It continued, building in intensity until her climax. As her muscles relaxed and she fell silent, movement came once again from beneath the blankets. The form moved up, until at last they reached the unrestrained air from beneath the thick cover.
A young man climbed up from beneath the blanket to lie atop the woman. His black hair was cut short and was in contrast to his fair skin. His eyes were a piercing blue, like pools of ice that were chilled from the freezing temperatures in his soul. A desolate air seemed to surround the man, who seemed too young to have achieved such an aura. To call him handsome would not be right, though it wouldn't be wrong either. His was a discomforting beauty, as if when he was created, God couldn't decide if he wanted him to be a man, or a woman.
The man supported himself atop the woman and began to brush his full pink lips against her collar bone and trailed up, across her neck, then stopped at her ear. She welcomed him with a smile and a soft moan, wrapping her arms around him. Slowly, the man shifted beneath the blankets and a louder moan escaped her lips as he pressed into her. He began slowly at first, gently nibbling and sucking at her neck and ear as he slowly eased her back to the edge he'd already taken her to. As her body accepted him with more fervor, he increased his pace and strength of his thrusts. His breathing became ragged and heavy as he grew closer to his own climax. She met it first, gripping him tightly around his back and neck, as if she wanted to press him entirely into her. He followed soon after, she felt his manhood swell ever so slightly inside as he filled her.
They fell into silence; the only sound that of their labored breath. The man lay next to her, staring up at the dirty ceiling above without much expression. She too lay staring up at the ceiling above, before sighing and slowly getting out of the bed. The man glanced at her, but made no move to join her.
As she pulled on her panties, she addressed him in a light-hearted manner. "Full moon's tonight."
The man continued to stare up at the ceiling, not giving any indication that he heard her words.
"You want me to come pick you up after?" Still, there was no reply.
"If not, then you'll either have to walk back, or take the van and park it somewhere. We can't afford to pay another tow though."
The man stirred, finally. He sat up and ran his hand through his hair lazily. "You can come pick me up. Usual place and time."
The girl smiled, having finally gotten an answer from him. She pulled on her jeans, then sat on the bed to do the same for her socks and boots. The man came forward, kissing the back of her shoulder as she tried to finish dressing. She laughed as his kiss tickled her ear again.
"You know? I like you this way. You're much more agreeable than you are normally."
"Mmm." Was all he said.
He continued to kiss and lick along her neck and shoulder, pushing her bra strap and shirt out of the way. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. Slowly, he pushed her shirt up and began making his way back to that full chest that had recently been re-covered.
Their necking was interrupted by the sharp ringing of a phone.
The woman jumped and the man grunted in discontent. He pulled away, crossing the bed to reach for the pre-paid on the table next to it.
"Hello?" His voice held just the slightest bit of irritation at being interrupted.
The woman watched him answer the phone, then straightened her clothes and began pulling on her boots. She waited by the side of the bed, listening to his conversation.
"Uh-huh. Yeah." He paused. "The rate's the same." He fell silent for a while, listening to the other side. "The risk seems higher, add on a couple hundred. I don't have permission to-." He listened to the other person on the line.
"Then call him." He hung up the phone without another word.
He turned back to the woman, disappointment flashed in his eyes at the sight of her fully clothed form. She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Please tell me you did not just send a potential client to one of your competitors." The man watched her reaction before seeming to deflate with a sigh. He threw off the blankets and began to gather his own clothes.
"They wanted to pay the base amount with increased risk."
"What was the job?" She asked. He buttoned his jeans as he frowned down at her. His height had reached just below six foot, but the petite woman made him feel taller.
"A rouge. It doesn't matter." He stopped himself before he said any more.
She placed her hands on her hips, not wanting to let it go. He gave tight lipped smile, pretending not to notice.
She scoffed. "Alright, well, I guess I'll get the rent this month."
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye as he finished getting dressed. She seemed to forget about him not talking to her about it.
"I'm hungry, you hungry?" She stepped past him and headed out into the kitchen.
He chuckled at her fast changing mood as he reached for his worn tennis shoes without answering. He dressed and stepped out of the bedroom into the kitchen.
It wasn't a large kitchen, only having the bare necessities. The counter space was pathetic and the stove and cook top was smaller than most. Even the refrigerator was small and old, looking to be from the mid nineties at best. But, everything was clean and orderly, how he liked it. He gathered some water bottles and packed them into a bag. He moved from there to the bathroom, which was across the small living area, and grabbed a towel. The washer and dryer were also stacked in the bathroom and he grabbed a couple pairs of jeans and threw them into the bag as well. He walked out of the bathroom to find the woman in the kitchen, heating up something in the microwave. His sense of smell told him it was a hot pocket. He wrinkled his nose as he came to lean against the sink.
"That's disgusting." She ignored him and waited patiently for her Hot Pocket to finish heating up.
When it beeped, she pulled it from the microwave and turned toward him. "What time do you want to go?" He sighed, glancing at the clock over the stove.
"'Bout an hour. I don't want to end up in the same situation as last time."
She nodded and blew on her hot food. He stepped away from the sink and headed to his bedroom that connected to the living room. She heard him rummage around for something, then return. He was counting cash in his hand as he walked. He held it out to her.
"Here. Rent." She took the money gingerly.
"Where…" He shrugged, but didn't answer. She watched him moving around the Kitchen, getting himself something to eat, then stuffed the bills in her bra and went back to her hot pocket.
The two drove in relative silence out of the city limits, then past the residential area to finally come to a fenced in plot of land with "No Trespassing" signs posted all around. The man climbed out without a word to the woman in the driver's seat and slid open the side door to pull his bag from the back. As he turned to walk toward the fence, he heard her call out to him.
"Max." He turned.
He gave a single nod and continued forward.