𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 | 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫

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3:14am
N.Y.C

Rose was rushed into the back seat of a BMW. Michael exhaled and flattened the wrinkles on his coat. It had been raining very lightly when they left the club, his hands were somewhat moist from rubbing the damp surface of the fabric. She could tell from the way he was rubbing his palms over his dress pants. "My, My— seems like you didn't leave the country after all." He chuckled under his breath, turning to stare out the window. She didn't know what to say, "I don't know where to start." Richard clicked his tongue loudly and adjusted his shades— which had never come off. He lowered them and casted his gaze above her frame, he seemed as if he was about to say something but simply pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and leaned to the side, doing the same as Michael— all he did was stare out the window.

The rain fall had become thicker, she could hardly see past the glass pane. Slowly, the vehicle came to a stop. They were in front of her place. Michael pulled out an umbrella, but before he could offer to Rose— she was dragged out and forced under Richards leather jacket. He hurried her toward the door away from the rainfall, but rushing and not being able to see: didn't go hand in hand. She tripped and was quickly enveloped by the water. Richard cussed and swiftly picked her up and shoved her inside, Michael followed and shook his head. "Typical Ramirez." He scoffed, walking up the flight of stairs ahead of the pair. Rose sniffled and looked up at Richard, she could tell he was upset. Picking herself up, she followed after Michael and didn't bother asking how the pair had gotten in so easily. She already knew them like the back of her hand. Tossing the backpack that was given to her on the floor, she removed the Jack Daniels baggy shirt and black jeans without caring at the fact that they were watching her the entire time. Pulling her wig and wig cap off at the same time, she revealed her jet black hair. It was no longer strawberry blonde. Her makeup was runny and she was shivering uncontrollably.

Walking away into her room, she changed into whatever she could find in the pile of clean clothes she had neglected for days. Richard quietly stepped in, "Michael stepped out— something about salmon and wine." Rose didn't turn to stare at him, all she did was hum in return as she slipped on an AC/DC shirt with the classic logo, it was faded out from all the washing it had been through, the fabric was baggy enough to fit her loosely— before being able to pull on some sweats she turned and eyed him. "What?" Resentment and anger began to bubble inside her, even he could read it. "What are you upset about Rose? Huh? I should slap that stupid look off your face right now." He approached her. If he was talking to the old her— she would have shrunken below him: although working in the sex industry for months gave her a new layer of thick skin, she simply eyed him.

Swiftly, he held her chin between his thumb and index finger and stared at her long. He swallowed hard as his eyes fixed over her lips, there was hesitation in his moves— but in a manner of seconds, ignoring the fact that her makeup was runny and looked a mess: his lips locked on her hungrily. The feeling made Rose feel whole, her hands began to explore his body as she returned the kiss. His tongue ran over hers in a gentle yet rough manner. Just as she was about to break away from the kiss, he yanked a handful of her hair from below the nape of her neck and picked the girl up from the ground with his free arm. Lightly, he placed her down on the bed and loomed over her. The pair stared at eachother and were snapped away from eachothers gaze when a strike of thunder nearby caused the electricity to go out. Sighing under her breath, Rose attempted to sit up— but was only pushed back by Richard.

Clicking his tongue he shook his head and pulled up her top. "You and I have unfinished business." He glanced at the fabric covering her breast as if it was the ugliest thing he had ever seen, taking his knife: he promptly tore the fabric and watched as skin came to sight. Running his hands around and squeezing, he softly massaged one as the other mound was slipped into his mouth. He teased and bit around while grinding against her, a small whine escaped her mouth, while subconsciously her hand snaked over his mane of uncontrolled curls— whilst the other hand reached down toward the fabric of his black denim jeans to where she gripped his ass, and parted her legs farther apart to feel his bulge pressing against her: an obvious invitation. She could feel his tongue exploring her chest before he reached her neck, and then her mouth— licking her lips lightly, he stared and stopped.

"I missed you as well." Richard pulled himself off and adjusted his now-messy hair, "Let's light some candles before Michael gets back." Rose sat up feeling a little confused and dazed from the wave of being left turned on, she simply nodded and composed herself and made her way out of the room with a small shudder sitting on the bottom of her lower back. Silently, she blasted the acoustic version of Digital Bath by Deftones and proceeded to light a few of the scented candles she had lying around and plopped down on the living room couch after fetching herself a glass of water. Richard was no where in sight but she didn't complain, they still had feelings for eachother— no doubt about it, but how would they reconnect? Just as she was about to call his name, Michael walked through the door. "The power went out here too? Well at least The candles set the mood, I brought wine and food."

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