In The End: Books I & II (Heisenberg Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: Truth Teller

Writer's note: I know this isn't really canon to Heisenberg's past, but this is just for my fanfic 🥰

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"Sierra," Karl's voice groaned in her ear as his body moved against hers. Her breath was heavy in his ear, her body seemingly on fire. His hands wandered her skin, pinching her nipple and moving down to hold her hip.

Sierra's nails dug into his back as he thrust his cock deep within her pussy. She had come twice already, and she felt it coming again. "Don't stop," she moaned. "I'm almost there."

Heisenberg's hand gripped her ass and lifted her hips up, helping him sink deeper inside her. He shuddered when her nails scraped his back, and he kissed her deeply. "That's it, buttercup," he panted, "I've got you."

Sierra looked at him and he smirked at her, but something wasn't right. The more she looked at him, the more his face distorted until he had the face of a snake. Sierra let out a scream as his maw opened and snapped over her face.

Jerking awake, Sierra sat upright to catch her breath. Her body was soaked in sweat, her heart racing a mile a minute. She rubbed her face and sighed shakily, trying to stop herself from crying. She hadn't had such a confusing fucking dream in so long, the last one had kept her up late for weeks.

"You alright there, buttercup?"

Sierra jumped at Heisenberg's groggy voice beside her. She looked at him and he smiled slightly at her. He was laying under the blanket shirtless, an arm resting behind his head. "What are you doing in my bed?" she asked, keeping her voice as steady as she can.

His eyebrows rose and he smirked more. "Your bed?" Confused, Sierra looked around, and her eyes widened when she realized she, indeed, was not in her own bed. She glanced around and saw nothing familiar in the room. The room had clothes scattered about, the curtains were ripped and dusty, a dresser sat in the corner of the room with a large mirror, and a table with papers, photos of the lords, and other items lay scattered on it.

Sierra's eyes darted to Karl and he chuckled. "Is this your room?" she stammered.

He sat up and leaned on his elbow. "Sure is."

Sierra bit her lip and then looked around again. "Erm... why am I here?"

Heisenberg yawned and rubbed his face. "Well, you passed out before we even made it back, and I didn't think you'd appreciate being woken by me putting the balcony together."

Her heart skipped a beat excitedly. "You... you actually built it?"

"Like I said, the least I could do was make your stay here more comfortable."

Sierra grinned at him, and leaned down to hug him. She rested her head on his chest, and Heisenberg moved his arm up to wrap around her back. "Did... did we do anything?" she asked. "Like, last night that I don't remember?"

Heisenberg snorted. "No, buttercup. You were passed the fuck out so I just put you to bed the way you were now."

Sierra looked down at herself and noticed her sneakers were on the floor, as was Heisenberg's coat he let her borrow. Other than that, her clothes were the same as when they went for the walk. She felt her face heat up and she played with the dark hair on his chest as she remembered her dream. "I appreciate it," she stated, smiling at him.

He watched her for a moment in silence. "I still don't understand why you wish to stay here," he said, "but I won't force you to go if that's what you want." Sierra bit her lip as she pondered his words. "Stop that," he growled, and he tugged her lip out from the grasp of her teeth with his thumb. "You don't need to ruin your lips like that."