Oh my God, Ren thought silently. She wasn’t ready. She doesn’t like me anymore.

Well you did just come onto her like a bear. Damon chastised him. I think she’s scared of your manly parts. Reassure her, you douche.

“Tomi,” he said, his voice deep, raspy, and full of lust—so much different than his deep voice when he was angry. She sighed, her eyes shining. He took this as a good sign. “Please don’t be afraid of me.” His stutter was hard to control but he managed it well, taking the time to say each word in earnest. “I won’t hurt you.”

Her brows never relaxed but her hands cupped his cheeks, drawing him forward, letting him kiss her throat. She let both her hands fall to his shoulders, gripping his hoodie nervously as he gently kissed her neck. He felt the tremors flow through her as his lips forged a path downward about her hood, his hands creeping slowly under the hem of her sweatshirt.

“Shh,” he shushed, his fingers finding their way under her hoodie, pulling it up over her head. He was starting to think she was panicking. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. Why are you trembling?”

Her words were soft when she answered him, her fingers tightening into the fabric of his shirt. “I don’t know.”

He found her collarbone and nipped it a little, relishing her tiny gasp. He moved up and nuzzled her neck, whispering, “Don’t be afraid of me, Tomi.”

In an even softer whisper, “Okay.”

He responded immediately, his desire further fanned by her small spark of passion. He felt how warm her body was under his soft kisses, his fingers toying once again with the hem of her shirt, gently rubbing her skin. With a bold shift, he lifted the fabric, exposing her belly to his sweeping finger strokes. He smiled, kissing her neck and feeling the tremors flow through her.

He could feel her nervousness, her hesitation. She leaned back her head against the tree, giving his mouth free reign over her throat, her back arching seductively, pushing her soft stomach against his hand. He took in a deep, hissing breath and his hands gripped her hips, pulling her against him.

“Ren…” she mewed, her arms snaking around his torso again, holding him desperately. She grasped his hoodie tight and pulled it, up and over his head, throwing it to the wayside. After that came his tank top. He was startled by her boldness but wasn’t complaining when he felt her body so near him, against his warm skin.

His belly touched hers and he gasped, the skin on skin contact exhilarating.

Calm down, asshole, at this rate if you fuck her you’re only going to last about 3.95 seconds!

“Mmm!” he moaned in response to Damon, a vague tone of “fuck you” hidden within it. He wanted to hold her like this forever. He stopped his incessant kissing and simply held her, his face buried in her hair by her ear, leveling his breathing and gathering his wits. He’d never been so attached to a woman before, had this type of passion. With Marilyne it had been pure lust and dirty thoughts made real, surely there was something more important with Tomi, something behind this need that made his heart pound like this, and his palms sweat.

“Ren?” she asked in a breathy whisper.

“Yes?” he whispered back into her hair.

She hesitated then said lightly, “Are you okay?” Her tone was gentle and her arms adjusted around him, she wasn’t quite sure what to do.

Neither was he. “I’m fine…just wonderful actually.” He cautiously bunched her tank top under her small breasts, his fingers pattering over her ribs. He whispered so softly she had to lean forward to hear him, “What would you like me to do?”

She shuddered, her breath coming suddenly in quick pants. “I…I don’t know,” she sighed, but she put her hand on his and he let her guide him under her top. With inexperience he gently flicked and tugged at her swelled peaks, marveling at the way her breasts had become slightly larger and fuller in his palms. He reached behind her and with some difficulty unhooked her bra, pulled it from her and dropped it to the ground. With a smile he then removed his beater from her, letting his hands roam over her bared flesh. He could feel her emotions running through her body, the way she felt being communicated to him through her slight gasps and mews.

“Tomi,” he murmured, his voice deeper than she’d ever heard it. With this she felt her panties sticking between her legs, the place where she was most a woman. As his fingers moved awkwardly over her body and her stomach she secretly hoped and screamed in her mind that he would gently caress her in the place she throbbed for him.

“Ren, please,” she said, her voice sounding as though it were not her own. His lips claimed hers again and his shaking fingers released the fastenings on her shorts, his fingers gently slipping underneath the fabric of her soft cotton panties.

She gasped and he very nearly moaned as he explored the soft tuft of hair between her weakening legs. Her hands moved to the tree behind her for support as she arched her body to push more of her into Ren’s gentle hand. Ren couldn’t contain himself. One hand cupped and teased her breast while the other slowly and gently parted the moistened lips of her virgin mound.

“Mmm!” she moaned in anxiety, her brow furrowed. She wanted him to keep going, to keep doing what he was doing, but a part of her was afraid of him, and afraid of what the consequences were. For now, however, she threw caution to the wind and returned his probing lips with a kiss that drowned out her worries for the moment.

His fingers pushed against the velvety skin and he shifted, his manhood still trapped in its denim chamber. He felt her moan and push against his hands and he guessed what she wanted. He rubbed her tenderly between her soft folds where he was sure he was supposed to. Health class hadn’t been good for nothing. Relishing her moan he rubbed harder. She threw her head back and her hand found his, pushing him against her and guiding his fingers to her entrance. He touched her there but hesitated. Would she regret this later, having him touch her in the place that made her unique and pure?

“Ren!” she gasped in desperation, pushing his middle finger inside her just a small bit. “Please touch me,” she sighed, her eyes closed and her face up toward the canopy of leaves above them. His lips met her throat and he nibbled as he pushed his finger into her, making it past her defenses easily. He stopped there to catch his breath but soon was able to slip another finger into her, pleasuring her in this fashion for a small while before his own need was too great to ignore any further.

When he retreated she was trembling terribly, leaning against the tree with her blonde hair in a tangle and moisture running down her smooth legs. He was quick in opening his jeans and releasing himself, panting in his state of arousal.

She opened her eyes to find him holding his extended manhood and panting with a deep, hungry gaze set on her. Somehow she’d managed to have her shorts fall to her ankles and she kicked them away awkwardly but her panties remained. A vague but fleeting thought caught her mind, what was she supposed to do? With uncertainty she reached out her hand toward Ren but he started and she faltered, staring up into his glazed eyes with curiosity. She moved her hand forward again and he stayed still, letting his own hand fall from his organ so she could thoroughly examine it.

She’d never seen one from up close, and his looked different from when she’d seen it as he bathed in the stream. It was quite a bit longer and thicker, not to mention that it seemed to have morphed. When she touched it she was pleasantly surprised at the feel of it. Just her fingertips explored it at first and she took a glance up at Ren who was studying her as she touched him, causing her to blush and try to explain herself.

“I…I’ve never seen one before…” she tried, pulling her hands away from the velvety appendage.

He felt a swell of pride in his chest for being her first in nearly anything but his nervousness still prevailed. “You can touch it, really,” he smiled, taking her hand and placing it upon himself. “It feels very good.”

She gave him a half-smile and rubbed him with her palm, watching him throw his head back and his grin deepen. “Is it like when you touch me?” she asked softly and he chuckled.

“Perhaps, I’m…I’m not sure,” he whispered, pushing against her body, pressing his chest against hers and sandwiching his manhood and her hand between their stomachs. He gasped when she continued to rub him and he smiled when he realized her knees were trembling so hard he thought she might buckle. With care he eased her down on top of him, straddling his waist carefully. He positioned his manhood between her tightened buttocks, rubbing hard against the fabric of her panties, bucking her up and down. She was unsure but she moved herself against him, pushing his fingers against her as they rocked together.

She felt that she was nearing some crest within her body and she closed her eyes and frowned, in her pleasure hoping and wishing to whatever God there was out there that Ren would not leave her like he’d said he had to. He would surely not be so cruel as to tell her that he could steal her innocence and simply walk away. This thought flashed away from her mind as she let lose a shrill scream with a deep, searing heat that surged from her loins and suddenly she was calm and she let go a long sigh, vaguely aware of a wetness on her back.

She collapsed on top of him and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him to her and tightening her thighs around his waist. With thoughtfulness she nibbled a bit on his neck and giggled lightly.

“What’s so funny?” he whispered.

She kissed his throat then answered, “You got some of your stuff on me.” With a cute little smile he loved she arched her back trying to see what he’d done to her.

“Oh, goodness,” he laughed. “Alright, yes. I’ll get that,” he chuckled, his laughter presenting a slight ache in his healing shoulder. It was the first time in awhile that he’d noticed. He took his hand and cupped it, scooping his excretion off her back and jerking his hand to spray it in clumps into the bushes. “I think I got most of it, you shouldn’t have to worry about it.”

“Okay,” she whispered, satisfied. Her eyelids began to close and she wondered what she would do without him once he left her. Her heart burned for him, as did her now experienced loins.

When Ren awoke it was nearly dusk, her young body was wrapped around him tightly. He shook his head to clear it and he sat up, letting her fall off of him, waking her up in the process. “Agh.” He looked down at her, her body sprawled beside him, a small smile lighting up her features.

“What?” she giggled softly.

He shook his head. She was beautiful, but he wasn’t quite sure how to say it. He bit his lip and looked away from her then back again.

“What?” she asked again, a bit more insistent. “You keep looking at me like you want to say something. I’ve seen you do it before, like you want to tell me something but you never do.”

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

She sat up with him, letting his hoodie fall from her breasts, he blushed. “It might be nothing to you, but to me it just might be the world.” She shivered and he put an arm around her bare shoulders, pulling her to his chest.

“I was going to say…” he stopped until she pinched him lightly. “Ow! I was going to say you were…beautiful.”

“Awwww,” she sighed, snuggling her face into his collarbone. “I think you’re hot too.”

He laughed and looked about the woods, noting they hadn’t moved at all and there were certainly police after them. They could probably be right on their tail, or watching them. His cheeks flushed at the thought. “Get dressed, Tomi, we’re going to move a little bit before we retire for the night.”

Her lip pooched out but she got up anyway, throwing her clothes on. “Have you ever noticed how creepy the woods are in the dark?” she asked and he took a look around.

The woods were pretty creepy in the dark, he supposed. In the day they were beautiful, surrounding them with vibrant greens and other colors, made mystical by the dapples of sunlight that escaped the canopy and caressed the forest floor. In the night, it was a whole different story. The trees lost their color to human eyes, becoming shadows. The wind that rustled them during the day made them sound like angry whispers in the night. Anything could be moving through the unseen shadows, hidden by the trees and the dark.

The question is how many of those things are more dangerous than us?

Ren’s lips opened and his whispered to Damon, “The hunter just may become the hunted.”

Tomi shivered again despite being covered by her clothes. “How far are we going to go?” she asked and Ren’s lips flattened together.

“As far as it takes.”

A few days, and very long nights, later they lay on a particularly soft bit of forest floor together. Tomi was the first to speak.

“Ren, you told me I was beautiful, but you never say anything else. Why aren’t free with your emotions like I am, when something comes to my head, I say it. I want to be honest with you; do you not wish to be honest with me?” She rolled over on top of him and pressed her body into his.

He took a breath and replied, “I suppose I don’t mean to be so quiet about it, I just…don’t have much to say other than that I think you’re very pretty.”

“What about sex?”

“What about it?” He turned his head to gaze into her bright eyes.

“Do you like it…from me, I mean?” She seemed to be unsure of herself and in some deep chamber of his heart he sympathized with her. He hadn’t been very fair to her.

“Tomi,” he sighed, “We haven’t even had proper sex yet, but as for our…romps… Yes. I like it from you. You’re a wonderful girl, a wonderful person, I just worry sometimes.”

She snuggled up to him and kissed his neck, whispering, “Don’t worry about me, or us. Just tell me what you feel when you feel it.”

Suddenly Ren shot up, his ears pricking. He’d heard a noise. The woods suddenly became tight around him and he stood, buck naked. “I heard something, get your clothes on.” He swiftly pulled his pants and shoes on, taking his sweatshirt in his hand while he waited for her. “Come on, come on.” His wide eyes searched the woods but he could see nothing out of place. The rustling leaves were now too loud to him as he focused his ears to find any sound to give him a clue as to where the intruder was.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she whispered, her eyes wide. He took her hand, and they fled. They ran for a long time, until her legs couldn’t carry her anymore. After a short break he picked her up onto his back, walking with her, calmly, slowly. He wouldn’t be taken by surprise so he had her keep a look out while up on his back. She couldn’t see anything.

A few miles along, with his thighs and back aching from Tomi’s weight, Ren finally put her down, pointing through the trees at lights up ahead. She gasped.

“A town!” she whispered, “Maybe we can get something to eat there?” She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him as he steadied his heavy breathing.

A low growl came from his belly and he held his palm to it. They were running out of money, but she was right, they had to eat. “Yes, we can get something to eat if you’d like,” he whispered back, taking a few glances over his shoulder into the dark woods. “But I need something like a hat; I don’t want to be out here without you.”

She nodded, her eyes serious but her smile warm. She took his hand and squeezed.

A few hours later they sat in a KFC together, Ren’s eyes shifting under the black beanie Tomi had found him. His hair was pushed up under the fabric but he kept his head low anyway, his eyes constantly scanning the town for cops.

She sipped her pop and stared vacantly out the window, her mind someplace else. “You know how I used to be?” she asked him breathily, vacantly, her eyes glazed and off in some distant world.

“Hmm?” he asked, nibbling a chicken leg.

“I used to be pathetic. No…I still am pretty pathetic aren’t I?” She sighed, “I was single for years before I met you. No boy would come near me unless they were some sort of weirdo. And now the only way I could find a boyfriend was through getting kidnapped and nearly raped a few times. I was clingy to the point you submitted and then stand-offish to the point you accepted me. But it was because I felt so good around you and I was continuously around you. I mean, with all the other boys I would just give up when they started avoiding me because it would be weird to stick around and make a fool of myself…but with you it was like I had to be that way.

“I suppose it’s kind of pathetic, the only person I can make like me is a serial killer who’s rumored to be insane. My sister could get any boy she wanted with a single glance and a little bounce of those huge boobs of hers.” She took a long, deep breath, tears shining in her eyes, “I could never get a boyfriend to save my life. Nobody liked me except the weirdos and the pedos. I was nothing, and then I was nothing to you, and now I’m like some gum on the bottom of your foot. I suppose it would be like that for any guy I dated huh?”

Her tears fell. “It would be like that for anyone I dated because I’m not worth it.”

His hand shot out and took a strong hold of hers. “You’re wrong, Tomi,” he said in a serious tone, his eyebrows angled so she knew he meant it. “You’re not just some gum on the bottom of my shoe.”

Don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with her, it’s only been a few days.

“I care about you Tomi, whenever I’ve left you it’s always been with that nagging feeling that I shouldn’t have let you go, not now, not when we’ve come just this far. There’ll be a time when I’ll have to leave you Tomi, and you’ll have to accept it, but that time is not today, not tomorrow, perhaps not for a long time, but in this while that we’re together, you have to believe me and believe in me.”

She sniffled a few times and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not just saying that,” he whispered, drawing her close to kiss her softly. “I know it’s only been a short while but it takes a guy a little bit to see reality sometimes. You’re special Tomi, I suppose anyone with the patience and bravery to take on a killer is. You’re one in a million and I mean that. You’ve had the guts to try me so many times and yet you’ve made me…” he trailed off, realizing what he’d been about to confess.

Oh dear lord, now you’re getting sappy, just tell her already and get the drama out of your system.

In her eyes he could see that she understood and she leaned forward and kissed him again, completely distracting him from the cop that walked in the door. She saw him, however and gasped, Ren’s eyebrows shot up. With quick thinking she took his face in her hands and kissed him again, making sure he wouldn’t turn, and with a quick pull-back she whispered roughly, “There’s a cop at the front, he’s in uniform and he’s really big,” he swallowed, his eyes wide, “I think we can get out if we’re cool for a little bit, if we get up to leave he could get suspicious or he could recognize you. Try to be more lovey-dovey, he’s not expecting a couple.”

He whispered back, nervous as hell, “D-d-dear God you’re sexy wuh-when you’re smart.”

She smiled, kissing him softly, “You’re cute when you stutter.”

He couldn’t help but grin, his eyes constantly set on the cop as he casually got his food and sat, unsuspecting, totally off guard. Tomi followed his gaze, her usually care-free eyes serious. He felt himself grow hard, she didn’t understand how sexy she was when her eyes narrowed and her wits were sharp.

“Tomi,” he whispered.

“Yes?” Her eyes never left the cop.

“You look really hot right now.”

Her gaze diverted back to him. “What?”

“You…you’re really sexy right nuh-now, your eyes, your c-c-cleverness. I…I want to d-do you.”

One blonde eyebrow shot up with a look of incredulousness. “Are you serious? Is that really what you’re talking about?” She raised her voice a small bit so the cop could hear her light giggle, “Well then let’s go, tiger.” With that she stood and pulled him up, noting the bulge in his pants.

The cop, Lt. James Petersen, dressed in his uniform for the first time in a month since he took paternity leave, noticed the young couple at the table to his right. His powers of observation were as sharp as ever, the boy obviously very nervous, perhaps on a first date, the girl very sure of herself. He paused, could she be a lady of the evening? No, she’s not dressed like a whore, his thoughts corrected. In fact both of them looked to be rather shabby; her hair slightly messed up in places and his face dirty.

Petersen’s eyes shifted to their shoes as they left, hers small white tennis shoes, the bottoms a dirty brown and his battered old black Converse high tops, so coated with dried mud it was hard to tell the color at first. Forrest Gump was right about one thing, you can tell a lot about someone if you just look at their shoes.

The boy was certainly outdoorsy, but not in the way that he was familiar to hiking; one does not usually hike in high tops unless they like having the soles of their feet scream at night. Battered Cons usually said that the wearer was most likely a rebel of some sort, kind of like a bandana shows that someone might be a thug, or a pair of moccasins might be the sign of a hippie. For all he knew the boy could have been just some rebellious teen, tired of the parents bitching, taking on the scene of the rebel in school—but this was a small town, and that little couple was certainly new.

Her shoes spoke of a soft girl, not used to being treated like a princess, not expecting anything grand for her life, just the girl next door. Very plain, very simple. Petersen sighed. She shouldn’t get involved with him, he thought, he looks like a future addict.

For some reason, none that he could possibly pin down for sure, the cop stood, threw his garbage away and walked out the door, his eyes scanning the surroundings until he saw them, casually walking away, hand in hand. She was making little flirtatious advances toward him, her body gently touching his. They’d had sex before, his mind told him and he let out another breath through his teeth, they were old enough to be having sex, he was sure of that, but for some reason his heart wanted to stop that girl, tell her to stay away from boys like that. He wanted to follow, even took a few steps in that direction, but stopped and leaned against the back of his cruiser, watching them as they playfully pushed each other and kissed.

He kissed her with such tenderness, Petersen thought, maybe he isn’t all that bad, but as soon as they get out of sight, who knows what that boy will do. He’s just using her.

He shook his head and stealthily followed them, his black rubber soles making no noise on the parking lot as he snuck about. For a few seconds he was distracted by a group of boys and the couple disappeared from his vision. He crept forward again, sneaking around cars and wondering if the couple had purposely disappeared. It was not so, he found as his ears picked up the sound of her tinkling laughter through the dark trees of the forest to his left. With stealth he crept toward the trees, peeking through them to find her leaning against a soft maple tree trunk, his mouth gently kissing her pale neck.

“Hey!” he heard himself remark sharply and the boy stopped, gasped, and fell backwards as he tripped over his own feet. His dark eyes were wide, shining from the lights of the parking lot, which penetrated through the resisting trees like the first drops of blood in a puddle of water. Petersen shook the image out of his head and glared at the boy. “Stay there!” he said, pointing at him, his gaze then turned on the girl, her blond hair curtaining her shocked expression.

She blinked, shifting her eyes between the two of them. She was trembling against the tree, scared perhaps. His voice softened. “Look, you two can’t just come out here in the woods and have your little make-out sessions. Now I want you,” he turned to the boy, “To sit over there on the curb, and you young lady,” back to her, “I want to talk to you.”

Tomi crossed her fingers that Ren would comply, she nodded to him and he went over to the curb and sat with his back to the two of them but his ears visibly perked to what they were talking about.

She looked at the cop, her fear evident in her bright blue eyes. This was the last thing she needed, just when she had all she’d ever wanted for him to be ripped away from her. “What did you need?” she asked, her voice wavering.

He sighed and took his hat off, revealing a balding scalp. He wasn’t much different from her father, large and well-built, able to hurt with one hand but with the spirit of a friendly old tiger. In a low voice he asked her a question she wasn’t expecting.

“Are you okay with him?” He sighed again, “I mean, you seem like a nice girl and I’d hate to have you hurt by him. I mean, he is using you, I can tell that just by looking at the two of you, he’s not the kind of guy you want to have yourself associated with. He’s going nowhere but down.”

Her jaw dropped. “Um,” she tried, “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about. If anybody’s using anybody we’re both using each other, I mean, if you think this is about puppy love it isn’t.” His eyebrows lifted in surprise. She laughed with a genuine smile, “Rick’s a sweetheart inside, he might be a little rough around other people but he’s nothing but gentle with me, and don’t worry, when the time comes, we’ll know when it’s not right to be with each other.” She said the last part with such sorrow and conviction she was sure he’d believe her.

He appeared convinced. “I’d like to take you home in the cruiser.”

She frowned, “That won’t be necessary, Rick will walk me. I don’t really live too close around here anyway.” She clammed up, wondering where “here” was and what she would say if he asked her exactly where she did live.

To her relief he never did ask her where she lived, just replied with a simple, “Huh,” and a suspicious glare at Ren. She gulped.

“Young man,” he addressed Ren and he stood, turning to face the approaching officer with his hands flat against his thighs. “I understand you and she are an item. Can I get your word that you won’t ever hurt her?”

Ren’s eyes widened considerably and his mouth opened, “Yuh-yes sir. I c-c-can t-take care of her.”

The officer looked down his nose and said cheekily, “I want you to leave her before you get into anything. If you get into something bad I don’t want her anywhere close to you.”

Ren swallowed, somehow frightened for Tomi’s sake. He was already a threat to her safety, how could he ever promise not to be if he already was?

Just tell him what he wants to hear, he means drugs.

“Of course, sir,” he replied, nodding his head almost mechanically. “I d-don’t plan for drugs any time soon sir.”

The cop lowered his head and murmured, “No one ever does. Now, I want you to take her home, no more detours through the woods for little smooch-sessions alright?” He nodded. “Alright, you’re free to go, don’t let me catch you sneaking around here anymore huh?”

“Of c-c-course not!”

As they walked away, their hands just barely touching, James Petersen sighed once again. He really hadn’t expected the boy to stutter, it was rare for him to find a stuttering rebel, and it didn’t fit the profile.

Ren walked with his head down, his eyes focused on the ground, he was anxious, he wanted to run but he was too tired and he could feel the cop’s eyes watching him as they walked away. His back was stiff.

Tomi leaned over and hooked her pinky to his, whispering gently into his ear, “I love you.”

He felt himself blush and he opened his mouth, hesitating.

She smiled, “Hmm?” she murmured. She’d heard his intake of breath.

Why did he feel so conflicted over those three little words? He’d never thought of saying them to anyone else but his mother, and perhaps he thought some day he would say them to Ashley, the girl he was always mutually flirting with in high school. He supposed they had been expected to get married like many other small town couples. It was like there was a balance to uphold in those small towns where a certain percentage of teenagers left, some died, but most stayed and worked in the same small town and married their high school sweethearts. He wondered who she’d marry now. Perhaps Teddy. That one deserved someone as beautiful and kind as Ashley.

Ren didn’t deserve anyone. He supposed that was why he was so reluctant to respond to her in the same way. Yet she wanted this, she wanted him to say it more than anything, he supposed and maybe if he said it enough, he would make it more real to himself.

He turned his face toward her as they walked, effortlessly jumping a curb with her before whispering back with adoring eyes, “I love you too.”

Her response was immediate, she took his hand fully into hers and squeezed. Her head held down, she sniffled and he realized she was crying.

“Why do you weep?” he asked, concerned, wiping her tears as they strolled down the main street, his mind always aware of the patrol car behind them. They were being followed, but not by that same officer. By another one he had most likely called upon to do it. He formulated his plan as she formulated an answer.

“I dunno, I guess I just wanted that so much that I couldn’t handle it when you actually said it. And you didn’t even stutter…so I know you were sure of yourself when you told me that.”

She was right, he hadn’t stuttered at all. He smiled bashfully. “We’re being followed,” he changed the subject.

“Are we?” she asked, not particularly concerned. “Well, I have an idea.”

“You d-do?” he asked, gritting his teeth against his nervous stutter. “What’s on your mind?”

“That 24 hour café over there,” she pointed to it and he guided her there, the cop car in his peripheral vision the entire way. “I think we could get in, buy a little something, sit down, like a date, and then wait for them to leave us alone. If they don’t, then we’ll just have to go out the back or something. I doubt they’ll have their cop come in, it would be way too obvious that we’re being followed and if they do we’ll just sit there until he gets too bored and decides we’re not up to anything but being lovebirds.”

“Hmmm…” he mused as he pushed open the heavy door, the smell of coffee invading his body. It was a smell he hadn’t encountered in a long time. It reminded him of his mother, her breakfasts, and her incredible coffee. He smiled as he thought of how he would come down the stairs and quote Pulp Fiction in front of his mother. That was some gourmet coffee she had there.

They sat at one of the tables, a silly little candle in the shape of a palm tree in the middle of the table, coinciding with the rest of the tacky tropical theme of the café. Lays seemed to be everywhere, draping over the counters, serving as the drapes in some places. Tacky as it was, there must have been a ton of work involved with putting up all this stuff. It reminded him of old people who went down to Florida for all this tacky stuff, they go with their grandkids and spoil them to make them into little brats for the rest of their lives.

Ren’s lip curled as he was reminded of all the tourists on the Banks, their screaming children and their unbridled rudeness. In fact he’d been the victim of much shit by the hands of Banks tourists, the mad driving in parking lots, and the worst of it all, the state they left the movie theatre in.

“He’s sitting outside on the street in front of the café,” she sighed, taking his hand. “I’ll get us some drinks.” She smiled.

“Alright.”

He watched her saunter to the counter, her little butt swaying as she went. His hardness returned and he was suddenly glad the camouflage pants he wore were somewhat loose. The blood on the bottom of them was caked over with mud, letting him slip by most people in the brightly lit café relatively unnoticed. She leaned on the counter, her ass sticking out. He licked his lips and tilted his head, imagining her tight little butt bared to him.

She turned around with two mochas in her hands and smiled at his strange expression. “What’s up, puddin’ cup?” she laughed, sitting down easily across from him, handing him his mocha with finesse.

He took one of her hands in his and smiled at her. “I’m sorry I got us in a bit of a jam,” he sighed, “I shouldn’t have taken you to the woods. My hormones took control.”

“Well, I did go along with it,” she blushed, “When you tell me things like you did I get all tingly and my body does strange things and…” she giggled, her blush spreading, “I just need you really badly.” She leaned across the table toward him like she had at KFC, her eyelids lowering and her gaze becoming seductive. She whispered so softly Ren had to lean toward her, their noses almost touching, to understand, “When we get out of this town I want to fuck you like you’ve never been before.”

He gritted his teeth and took in a hissing breath with his eyes closed. He whispered back to her, equally quiet, “Oh baby you’re gonna kill me.”

She is if we don’t get the fuck out of here. That cop is going to come in here if he sees you guys talking like this, and you know what? They’ve probably already checked to see if you’re someone they need to be worried about. You know what they found? A couple dead bodies with your fucking name all over them!

“Baby,” he sighed, “I think we need to get out of here.”

She nodded and stood, sipping her mocha, “I’m going to go to the bathroom in a real bathroom, and I’ll meet you out back,” she smiled. “Don’t get caught, kitten,” she teased, poking his nose.

He stood with her and walked her to the bathroom, his hand on the small of her back. “I think I want to use the bathroom too, for the window.” He smiled at her.

When he walked into the bathroom he found a small window just big enough for his hips to fit. He measured it with his eyes and grinned, locking the door behind him and opening the window. It was surprisingly easy to open so he’d over-compensated a small bit, the pane slamming upwards with a loud bang. Without a second thought he dove head first out the window and hit the ground with his back. He smiled as he rolled back to his feet.

“Well aren’t you just a sight,” came the sweet sound of Tomi’s laughter. She held her mocha to her lips and took his hand, pulling him out of the small ally. He was terribly conscious of the patrol car that turned onto the road behind them.

“I’m thinking we’re gonna be doin’ something drastic Honey,” he sighed. His eyes found a small car with a man just sitting inside it with the door open a smidge. A small grin spread slowly across his face, nearly reaching his ears. People could be so naïve sometimes. With a saunter that belonged in the court of a king Ren approached the car. When the man lifted his eyes to Ren’s shadowed form it was too late, “Pardon, Sir, would we be able to, I don’t know, borrow your vehicle?” he asked with a light tone. He didn’t wait for the man to respond. A swift kick to the jaw sent him sprawling over the pavement and Ren yelled for Tomi to get her ass in.

Author's Note: Well, if there's anyone still randomly reading this, well, there you go, a little lemon scent there. Can't have sex, oh no, but they can canoodle right? Don't worry, sex comes later...er...a bit later anyways. Hmm. Well, here we are. Almost didn't bother.