Caliban pressed his lips against Dandy’s as they fell onto her bed. He ran one of his hands under her shirt and up her back. Her porcelain-like skin was addictingly soft, and her warm breath only made him want to squeeze her harder. Her tongue flicked into his mouth, exciting him even more.

With his other hand, Caliban gripped Dandy’s auburn hair. Her alluring golden eyes brought him further and further in. He wanted to fuck her so bad it was killing him. This feeling, it had been years since he had felt it last. The flood of libido and adrenaline made his skin hot to the touch. Dandy grabbed at his blue dress shirt and pulled him closer to her. She went for kiss after kiss, only stopping for short breaths.

Caliban went to unbutton her jeans, making Dandy stop and look at him. Caliban met her gaze.

“So, is that a yes?” said Dandy, trying to catch her breath, “Will you take me to see him?”

Caliban paused to think, barely able to calm himself down. “It might get dangerous. Sinclair needs to be taken in for questioning and he might not come willingly.”

That was a damn understatement if there ever was one. Sinclair had left a sea of corpses in his wake, that broken man from Avaes being his only surviving victim. There was no telling what he would do next and that wasn’t even taking into account Cicero. There were two maniacs on the loose, it wasn’t exactly the safest time to be alive, especially if you were looking for one of them.

Dandy kissed his cheek and then whispered into his ear, “I’m a resourceful girl, I’ll be fine. Besides I just have a few words for him then you can do whatever you like with him and me.”

Caliban mulled it over, thinking if he could get away with this. Once Sinclair was in custody, there was no harm in it he supposed.

“Come ooooon,” said Dandy impatiently, “I’m all yours if you can at least promise that. Right now, just take me.”

“Are you using me, Ms. Dandy?”

She backed away from him, her yellow eyes flaring with mischievousness, “I am indeed Mr. Caliban, in multiple ways.” She giggled and gave him another kiss, “And I wouldn’t, by any means, mind it becoming a quite regular thing.”

Caliban finally smiled, “Alright but only a few words.”

Dandy’s face lit up in excitement. “Hmm,” she said kissing him again, “okay, just let me wash up real quick first.” She slipped out from underneath him and headed towards her bathroom.

He tried to grab at her but she slipped from his grasp, “Don’t wash up. It’s a waste!”

Dandy winked at him, “I’ll just be a second, get ready for me.” She then shut the bathroom door closed behind her.

As Caliban waited he looked around Dandy’s apartment. It looked relatively normal, just a bit messy. Empty bottles of wine and instant noodles littered the kitchen counter-tops. On her low-set dresser lay stacks of books on philosophy and classical artists, accompanying a well-worn laptop. Bras, sweaters, socks, and pants were strewn across the floor, casualties of a busy schedule. The apartment looked like a slob kid’s college dorm room. Caliban’s breath caught in his throat.

“Fuck,” he thought, " I never looked at her file to see how old she is. She does look young.”

The shower turned on behind the bathroom door.

Caliban sighed heavily and stood from the bed. What the hell was he doing? Caliban rubbed at the watch on his right wrist. He peaked at the engraving that was fancifully carved onto it’s back. This was messed up no matter how you looked at it. Dandy was just a kid and she had already been the victim of Cicero once before. Getting her involved again wouldn’t be smart by any means. It would be better if he separated her from Sinclair and Cicero’s little spat, as well as his own. Caliban walked out of Dandy’s apartment, shutting the door again as he left.

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Dandy closed the bathroom door behind her and walked to the mirror. Saliva filled her mouth. She spat it in the sink. She was about to vomit. She couldn’t stand another second in there with him. Locking lips with a mannequin like the detective made her skin crawl. It was like kissing a rotting corpse, and his maggots crawling around in her mouth. She shuddered at the thought of having to lay with the doll. The mental image made her want to set fire to her skin.

Dandy looked around her bathroom counters, running her hands over countless bottles until she found the mouthwash. She undid the cap and let the liquid pass her lips. As she swished it around she turned the shower on. She spat the mouthwash into the sink, the blue solution draining itself quickly. The burn felt good but it wasn’t enough. Dandy grabbed at a bottle of rubbing alcohol and repeated the process. As she was spitting it out, the sound of a door clicking closed came from outside the bathroom.

“Hmmm, he must’ve left,” she said screwing the top to the rubbing alcohol back on.

“Plan B Time.”

Dandy ran her fingers through her auburn hair.