|Scars of a Death Wish
Author: R.K. Iris PM
She was executed-on paper only. They broke her spirit, made her a mindless monster. And now, as she puts back those pieces under a new name, a new life, they push her back into the fray-kill the man who started all of this, who murdered her mother. But, unlike long ago, she isn't alone now. Is the quest her chance at new friends, life and love-or is it an execution in disguise?Rated: Fiction M - English - Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 31 - Words: 89,361 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 03-29-13 - Published: 01-27-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3096116
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A/N: Okay, 'Hotstuff' alert! It isn't that hot, compared to the rest of the book, but, hey, I'm warning you. It's like a test run for what's to come, so if you can't handle this, you better skip the parts where I put up 'Hotstuff' alerts. Well, more VxA goodness! I love those two.
And I'm really sorry for not updating this any faster-I've been suffering from food poisoning for the past few days, and I've been throwing up just about everything I've eaten, so I had absolutely no energy to do anything lately...well, I hope you haven't waited too long! Cheers!
As narrated by Allen Sylverwyre
I really didn't have much to do—just check on how Tom's licence, Victoria's badge and job/life history was going along, Hylle's location and the status of the FS virus, and Bishop's plans were going. Plus, I had to provide audio and visual information of the third floor—where the Blue Room was—to AD1. But the whole process took quite some time, and by the end of it, I returned to my room, exhausted.
My window was open, and I could hear four squeals. My lady would be in the car, sleeping in the shotgun area, letting AD1 calm her mind down.
I loved the beach, but I was way too tired to do anything, and dozed off. It was another hour before Bishop and Tom entered the room. Tom nudged me, and I awoke, oriented.
"What is it?" I asked them. Bishop pulled on a faded black shirt while Tom pulled on brown trousers, his torso bare.
"Lack of a good bed," Bishop said, jumping under the covers.
"Lack of a hot bod," Tom complained as he pushed the sheets aside to get in.
"Always here for you, bro," Bishop teased. "Need your goodnight kiss?"
Tom made a face. "I'd rather kiss my Uncle Jason."
"Know what? Jason's my middle name."
"Keep it up, Night, and I'll smack something on your face, and not necessarily my lips."
I chuckled, and heaved myself off the bed. "I'm going to leave you two lovebirds alone"—Tom protested, Bishop chuckled—"and take a well needed bath. It's been a long day."
"Don't leave me with this-this-" stuttered Tom, trying to find the right word.
"I'm heartbroken," Bishop sniffed, and wiped an imaginary tear out of his eye.
"Bye," was all I said before I left, towel wrapped around my hips.
I caught my face in the mirror, and I couldn't say I'd kiss myself. Dark circles, messed up hair, sunken eyes…I wouldn't have cared much if it wasn't for Victoria Harrisons.
I began to muse, but the gushing of water caught my ears. Hot water; I can't say I enjoy it. Steams up the whole place and leaves trail marks on the tiles, and I don't like cleaning it up. Plus, the whole atmosphere becomes stuffy. I dislike hot water very much.
Anyways, I walked to the curtained tub, when the curtain opened on the other side and someone walked out.
The woman of my musings.
She was covered in soap and shampoo suds; her hair was piled atop her hair in a weird fashion.
Somehow, the only thing that registered in my head was her. Body. Soap suds. Naked.
Tori. Body. Naked.
She looked at me too, astonishment on her face, unconscious of her nudity. We stood there in that fashion—she covered in soap suds, I covered in a towel ready to fall.
Suddenly, her expression changed, and she lunged at me.
She slipped, and fell on me, bringing me on my back very unpleasantly. But it was ignored as my body registered the sensation of her against me. Some of that soapy hair was across her face.
"You're not gonna be impulsive?" she asked. Thankfully, before I could comprehend, she said, "I am," and kissed me hard.
And the whole bathroom steamed up. Literally.
Many, many hot, steamy, lusty minutes later, we found ourselves on the wet floor, sleeping on my wet towel. Well, it was better than the floor.
She was toying with my fingers. "You know," she said, "I've only known you for two days. Hardly."
"And I you," I replied. "And I've never bedded—taken—a woman without knowing her well enough."
"Don't want to know." We kept quiet. I reached out for a lock of hair and played with it. Suddenly, she sprung up, and can't say I didn't enjoy the view of bouncing assets. She said, "This is ridiculous. I don't even know you."
Well, you should've thought of that before. Reluctantly, I rose and asked, "Regretting it already?"
"What do you think?" she asked.
"I think you look delicious naked. What do you think?"
"I think we need to get our sleep."
My eyes weren't lidded only because of lust—I was half asleep on my feet. But my eyes were focused on her. "Hold my thought for another time, yes?" Suddenly, I grabbed her across the back, yanked her to me, and kissed her ferociously, once, twice, many times.
We finally broke, and she panted, "Feeling impulsive, Allen?"
I loved the way she said my name. "It's like cycling—you can't forget it."
She chuckled, a throaty sound that got me hard again. "I need my sleep, so let me go before we change our minds."
Geez, and I was almost there. Reluctantly, very reluctantly, I let go of that magnificent work of her God, looped the towel around my waist, walked outside after giving her one last look, reached my bed, and fell like that, towel and all, into an instantaneous slumber.
A/N: Next time: Dany doing her thing, and we get to see the first stages of the Princess of Torture! Go check it out!
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