Fatal Attraction

Moving On

    *I apologize for the long delay for the update, I had some personal matters that had taken my time away*

       I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, Jerome still standing in front of me. "I do not believe you are over your infection, Erin" I sat there confused. So he is mad, he's never called me by my actual name before. I look at him. "I'm fine, Jerome. I am just tired. I think I might feel better if i took shower or bath." I got up , avoiding any physical contact with him, and head straight for the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, sighing heavily. A bath would be more refreshing and more relaxing. I run my bath, throwing some bubble bath soap in it, then remove my clothing. At the moment I step in side the bath, I hear a knock on the door. "Yes?" I reply. "Don't fall asleep in there." Jerome instructed. I grunted. "Of course not, Jerome." I lay down, fully covering myself, from head to toe. I sit my head under water until I am unable to hold my breath anymore. Bringing my head above water, I take a deep breath in and move the bubbles and water from my eyes and hair. I sit back, playing with the bubbles. What if I just freak Jerome out by screaming for him, what would he do? Would he get even more mad? Maybe I could make the floor slippery, where he almost falls, that would be hilarious. I giggled to myself. I throw some of the water on the floor, and take a deep breath in. "JEROME! HURRY! JEROME!"  I started screaming. "I NEED YOUR HELP!" I hear footsteps slamming on the hardwood floor, quickly approaching the bathroom door. "JEROME!" I screamed once more. The door swings open, showing a panicked Jerome on the other end. I stare at him, innocently and giggle. He moves inside, closing the door around him, and walks slowly towards me. Well, there goes my fun of him slipping on the floor. "Well, you're not hurt, and nothing appears to be wrong. Would you care to explain to me why you were screaming bloody murder for me?" He questions, looking angerier. I only hummed in response, continuing to play with the bubbles. Jerome walks towards me, looking down at me. "Erin!" Gaining my attention to him. I look at him. Keeping eye contact with him, I  stand up, reaching my hand to his waistband of his pants. He watches my hand and looks back at me " Like, I said, I needed you." I tug on his pants. "Would you care to explain to me why you are calling me by my name all of a sudden?" I move my hand back to my side. "Oh is that why you got up mad like? Because I didn't call you Kitten? " I nodded. "Makes me feel as though you really are angry with me." I stared at him. "And causing a scene of screams, to try and make me panic and possibly hurt myself on the bathroom floor, was your way of expressing your annoyance?" I nodded. "Now, join me, and help me relax and call me by the name you give me." I demanded. He only chuckled. "Kitten, I would be more than happy to accompany you." He steps back and removes his clothes. Whilst I move forward to make room for him to sit behind me. He sat behind me, putting me between his legs, he pulls me backwards to lay me on his chest.

       We laid in the bath for a while, growing more and more tired. I stand up and get out of the bath, wrapping a towel around  myself to dry off. I turn around  to find Jerome asleep. I grunt. He just told me not to fall asleep, yet here he is sleeping in the tub. I walk towards him and stare down at him. I lower my hand down, making it parallel to the top of his head. I could dunk him and have a little fun, see how long it takes for him to wake up and realize i'm holding him under.  I lift my hand over his head, leaving it to linger for a minute or two. I, then, lower it down on his head, pushing his head all the way down in the water. At first, there was no movement, but then he twitched his hand. It felt like it was beginning to get more difficult to hold him down. I begin to space out, thinking about why I'm having these urges and thoughts, especially towards Jerome. Maybe it's because he's been neglectful of my needs. And calling me by my actual name, that I hate. My thoughts get interupted by a hand grabbing me and pulling me down. I lose my balance and fall in the tub, making my hand loosen up on Jerome's head. Great I'm all wet, again. I feel him move up, from under me, and hear him take a deep breath in.  A groan exits his throat.  "So, I'm starting to feel a little tension from you, Kitten. As though you're trying to kill me." He simply stated. I sit up on the edge of the tub, and look at him, sorrowfully. He wipes the water from his eyes and look at me, with a little annoyance on his face.  "I'm just bored. And you fell asleep. Also, you've been a little dismissive towards me since we were done taking care of him. It was rude." Jerome laughed and stood up.I huffed and walked out of the bathroom and get dressed for the night, but the action was interrupted, as soon as I get to the bed. Jerome grabs my hand to stop my movement and yanks my arm to swing my body to face him. My chest collides with his, feeling his warmth almost immediately. I look up to his beautiful eyes, water still dripping from his hair. "What is it, Jerome?" I ask. He stares at me with more silence to follow. "Well, if you're not going to say anything, at least let me get dressed." I say, trying to gain my hand back. Jerome wouldn't budge, his grip only increased in strength. He closes the gap between us, lifting up my chin with his open hand,and smiles manically. "I do believe you are confused on who's the boss here, Kitten." The look in his eyes seem a bit darker than before but also just as playful. I wanted to test him, I stand on my tip toes, closing the gap between our faces, specifically, our lips. I let my lip graze his, hearing him inhale, I roughly bit his bottom lip and let it go. "Then, show me. Who here is the boss here, Jerome Valeska." I taunt.  An exasperated groan exits his lips, his eyes roll up, as if he were contemplating his options or what to do or say next, but then a crazy smile forms on his face. He looks down at me, with the same smile, leans down to my ear and breathly whispers, "You want me to show you, huh? Well, let's have a bit of fun then." My breath shudders from his voice and hot breath in my ear. I feel him letting go of my hand, only to put both hands on my shoulders. Thinking he would lean down to kiss me, I close me eyes. My assumption was wrong, when he forcefully threw me on the bed.
     
            I land on my back, looking up at Jerome, watching him walk towards a trunk.  "Jerome, what are you doing?"  I asked. He hummed and looked at me for a moment, "I don't remember telling you that you could speak, Kitten." He said in a twisted tone. I don't know why, but I have a feeling that I might've unleashed a certain beast. I gulped hard. I see him pull out an item, not quite making out what it was, he hides it behind his back as he turns around. I sit up, with a confuse look on my face. "I didn't tell you to get up either. " He growled at me. I lay back down, slowly, watching him walk towards the bed. He hovers in front of me for a minute, glaring down at me, then begins to climb on the bed, with the item still hidden behind him. He keeps his dominant composure as he makes his way to straddle my body. I look in his eyes, showing only darkness from them, as he sits on my lap, like I would for him. He pulls the item from behind him, quickly placing it to my neck and leans down to my ear. It was a knife. I begin to breathe heavily, not knowing his intention. I really did make him angry, I went too far. I thought to myself, closing my eyes in fear of what's too come. "You really have been a naughty girl, Erin." He stated, in an angry tone. He pushes the knife further against my neck and slides it a few inches across, causing me to bleed. "Maybe I just need to train you, like a Tiger trainer would their own tiger...But with a knife, of course. Unless you would prefer a whip?.." He questions in a playful tone. I lay there, flabergasted, not knowing how to respond. So this is a power trip?  So this is his way of showing me that his the boss.  I sigh heavily, causing Jerome to look at me confused. I grab his hand with the knife, cutting my skin further in the process, making it bleed even more. With blood left on the blade, I move his hand with the knife, to my mouth. I look directly at him, his face of pure shock and confusion. as I lick my blood of the blade. Jerome's eyes, that were filled with anger and darkness, filled with concern and shock. I let go of his hand, and watch him lay the knife down. His, now, free hand moved to my cut and traced it. "That wasn't exactly what I had in mind. " He simply stated.  I giggled. I place my hand to his face and stare at his face. "I didn't realize that toying with me and trying to frighten me was a way to show me that you're the boss. I thought you were going to show me how dominant you were." I taunted some more. "Hmmm." he hummed some more. "Is that so?" He questioned, grabbing my hand from his face. He began to pin my arms down with his hand and my legs against his. I could feel his free hand begin caressing my skin, sending shivers up and down my spine. He leans further down, kissing me deeply. After a moment, we  stopped to take in a breath. I stare at him, longfully. "Please, dont tease me anymore. I promise, I'll be a good girl." I whined. He only smiled in response. But a smile was all i needed to know that he would still give me what i desire.

    
       Jerome stares down at me, with the look of amusement and wonder. He, then, moves off of me, knife in hand, and puts it down on the night stand. He taps his fingertips on the table, next to the knife, as if he was thinking. "I'm not quite sure that you are indeed over your infection." He calmly states. As I begin to grow confused, I sit up, facing him. "Why do you keep mentioning the infection and why do you keep thinking that I still have it?" I inquire. He turns around, slowly. "Your behavior today was very.... different from your normal behavior. Like, you were when the infection surfaced through, after the doctor came." I stared at him and laughed. "As well as  yours, Jerome. I feel great." I state, standing up and begin to walk towards him. "Honestly, I've been worried about you." I continue, finally standing infront of him. "My infection is gone, I feel great. I watched you have your fun today, and I've never been more excited. Your excitement to cause terror, pain, and chaos is so intoxicating to me, I can't help but get turned on." I simply state, placing my hand on his chest, pushing him harshly against the wall. " You promised that you would please me tonight, after we got home, so much so I wouldn't be able to walk the next day. And yet, it hasn't happened." I huffed to him.  Jerome just looked down at me, in amusement of my tantrum. He grabs my hand from his chest and brings it to his lips, kissing the palm. Leaning down, Jerome chuckles lightly. Reaching my neck, licking the blood off my neck, finally spoke. "I believe you are correct, I apologize for the delay, Kitten. Watching you finish off your ex for me, was the best thing I've seen from you, the greatest victory yet. Let me treat you for the rest of the night. You may be feeling great, but by tomorrow morning you won't be able to even get up." I stated. "Careful, that's a pretty big task to promise, I'm not sure you're up for it, seeing how tired you  are." I say, jokingly. But the look he gave me right after was anything but humorous. It was as if he was about to torture or kill me, not have his way with me. "That sounds like a challenge that I am willing to accept, Kitten. I hope you're well rested from your bath, because you're not getting any sleep tonight." He responds, with a maniac smile.