forum The Stranger in the City. (Romance/Crime) (One on One) (Closed, Stalkers Enabled)

Started December 09, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Vaughn picked up a wash rag and got soap on it, scrubbing his skin. He did so a bit hard, scrubbing until his skin was red.

It was doubtful she'd sleep tonight. She rarely ever did but her insomnia medicine hadn't come in yet.

Vaughn washed through his hair, humming quietly to himself as he did so. He shut his eyes as he rinsed the suds from his hair.

She sighed heavily, running her hands through her hair. This was stressful.

After about five minutes later, Vaughn got out of the shower. He dried off and put his clothes from before back on. He then stared at himself in the mirror again, usually neat hair now damp and messy.

She had returned to the living room, a slight smile on her face as she stared off into space.

Vaughn left the bathroom, walking into the living room. “Where am I going to sleep?” He asked.

Her attention snapped back to reality and her smile fell. "Unless you're chill with sharing a bed with me, you'll be sleeping out here."

Vaughn crossed his arms in thought. He needed to get her to trust him. Maybe he would get off the hook, then. “I don’t mind sharing,” he responded.

"Cool. Means less shit for me to wash later." She hopped off the couch, stretching. "Just a warning though, my insomnia medicine hasn't come in yet so it's unlikely I'll sleep so I hope you can sleep with a light on."

Vaughn nodded his head. “I can do that,” he responded.

"Then it's getting late and sleep is important so come on." She motioned for him to follow her into the small space. She took a seat at her desk. "Keep it warm for me, will ya?" She winked with a chuckle. The later it got, the more relaxed she became.

Vaughn followed Roxanne into her bedroom. He clenched his jaw when she winked at him. “Do you mind if I at least take my jeans off? They’d be uncomfortable to sleep in,” he asked.

She shrugged. "It's chill with me. I'm just going to be doing some work so I probably wouldn't notice either way." She glanced up at him, realizing this was the first time she'd really gotten a good look at him. Her eyes scanned his face. He was actually quite handsome for a criminal. She shook her head, what was she thinking?

Vaughn nodded his head. He undid his belt and took it off, then unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off. He set them aside before getting in the bed.

She shuddered lightly at the sound but shook it off. No time for those memories now. She was past this. She returned her attention to her work, refusing to let her mind wander to the places it wanted to.

Vaughn got under the sheets and rolled onto his side. He shut his eyes, but knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep.

She sat back in her chair, knowing that her normal focus wouldn't come for a while longer. Her eyes flicked to the shining blade that she kept on the corner of her desk, gently taking it into her hands, watching her reflection with a slightly sadistic smile.

Vaughn was almost relieved he had decided not to take is shirt off. His chest was lined with scars from stab wounds and gunshot wounds. He had gone back to his foster family after that. His foster parents were doctors, so they were able to treat him.

She gently dragged the blade along her skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave marks. "Pure polished steel, not yet stained. How innocent." She murmured to herself.

Vaughn wasn’t asleep yet. His eyes were closed, but he breathed softly as he listened to her. What was she talking about?

"A perfect blade, not yet used. It's really a shame, Jace. I know you would've loved to test this out on someone with me." She chuckled darkly.

Vaughn frowned very faintly. Roxanne had a knife? And know was she talking to? He suddenly felt slightly unsafe and wondered if he should go to the couch.

She put the knife down slowly. "But not tonight. Oh no. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow if I can find the time. It's been too long since I got my hands dirty with my own work."

Vaughn bit the inside of his cheek slightly. What now, Finley? the whispers asked. He didn’t know.