Spencer Charnas One Shots

XXX. Finally Home [LUO. pt 3]

* MURDER, BLOOD, WEAPONS, soft sexual shit

~ finale ~

I quickly changed and sat on my couch, waiting for Spencer to walk in the door. I heard a car door shut and ran to the window to make sure it was him. Before he even got to the front door, I slung it open and jumped on him. "Oof-" he grunted as I wrapped myself around him. He put his arms around my waist and walked in, shutting the door with his foot.

I peppered his face with kisses and finally squished his cheeks together. "You're finally home.." I whispered to him. He gave me a smile and I released his cheeks, shoving my lips against his. His hands moved to my ass as I kissed him, passionately.

I missed his soft, pink lips. The way he tasted of cigarettes every time we kissed. The way he gently opened my mouth and took my bottom lip in between his teeth. It was the best feeling in the world after all that shit we had just went through. After our heated kiss ended, he sat me down. "I missed you," I admitted, hugging him.

"I missed you too, pumpkin.." he said back, once again wrapping his arms around me. I smiled and snuggled into him, though I pulled away and dragged him to the couch. I forced him to sit and I crawled into his lap, pushing myself as far against him as I could go. "My little cuddle bunny."

I breathed in the scent of his melon shampoo and his slightly messed up hair. My hands ran to his shoulders and soon his chest, running over the soft muscles he had. His hands ran against my back, lifting my shirt slightly. It caused goosebumps.

It was quiet — just us sitting there and embracing each other. This shit had gone on long enough, and I just wanted him here. We decided he'd move in. We told his parents and Nadia's that it's best he stay with me for a while so he doesn't have to be alone. We spoke about him moving here all in all, just needing an escape. They all agreed and we were about to start moving his shit in.

I let my eyes close and relax in his embrace. "I've missed this for so long. Holding you close to me, smelling your (favorite scent) perfume. The berry body wash. Running my hands over your oh-so soft skin, making sure to leave dark marks everywhere I kissed.." I blushed while he was talking because he slowly slid his hands into my pants and massaged my ass.

"Since we both have blackmail on each other, we're going to be together forever, right?" I questioned, pulling away from him and looking into his eyes. He smirked and grabbed my ass, making me squeal.

"As long as j don't have a reason to kill you too, I don't see why not."

"Oh please, I'm the best you've ever had," I smirked back and kissed his stubbly jaw. I made my way down to his neck and smiled against his skin. "You love the way I watch the blood run down someone's throat. I can also fuck pretty good."

"Oh that you can," he agreed with a dark chuckle. I smiled and put my head back into his neck, relaxing once again. He never went further than just kissing my exposed skin or feeling around as we both sat enjoying each other's presence.

~ two months later ~

I groaned as I rolled over on my side, putting my hand on Spencer's chest. Waking up from a night of long, kinky sex, I was in slight pain. But this type of pain wasn't what I needed. "Baby, wake up," I whispered into his ear. He was awake, just not answering. I smirked and watched him grin a little.

"Fine, I'll go fill my need of blood without you.." I started to get up but I was grabbed by my thigh and pulled on top of Spencer.

"Who're you thinking?" he asked. I knew my eyes lit up with joy.

"Attorney Manson. And we now know how to make it sneaky. But I wanna torture him before. And you can kill him. You're so hot when you do.." I spoke to him. As I was still naked, he grasped my ass with his hands. I jumped slightly but laughed.

"Feed him to pigs? Put him in a barrel filled with acid? Light his house on fire?" he questioned the different ways of murdering him. All three ideas ran through my head.

"Suicide," I said with a grin. "Let's go old style, like with your old psych." He smiled,

"I like that idea."

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We walked into his house, which was unlocked, now covered in better gear and gloves. Spencer had a machete and I had another knife, a bigger one. We tiptoed around his house before finding him in the shower.

I motioned Spencer in with a smirk under my mask. He walked in and I watched as he tightly threw his arm around the attorney's throat and covered his mouth. He barely put up a fight and passed out right on the spot. "Good," I walked in and turned the shower off. Spencer dragged him to the basement I had figured out he had.

The first thing I saw was a sex swing. "Oh, a little kinky, are we?" I motioned to it while wiggling my eyebrows to Spencer. "We should get one of these, baby."

"Oh we definitely will," he grinned and winked. I smiled and walked over to help him get the body standing. We tied ropes around his hands and hung him from the ceiling. We put a chair under him and a noose loose around his neck, waiting for him to wake.

As we were waiting, I was swinging on the swing with Spencer pushing me, acting like little kids. I saw him groan and I gasped, standing up and walking over. I slapped Manson's face a bit before he looked up. His mouth was covered in duct tape.

I backed away and smirked at the naked man. He looked around scared. "Oh, is Mr. Manson scared now? Well, you should be." Spencer walked over and ripped the tape from his mouth and I grabbed my knife.

"No, no, don't do this! I'll give you whatever you want!" I laughed evilly.

"You already have, buddy," I slapped his chest with the knife. I stepped back once again and looked to my boyfriend. "Baby, I'm getting a little hot."

"Oh you are? Let me help.." he sauntered over and began unzipping my jacket to show my bra I had on. He slowly leaned in and started kissing my chest. All part of my plan. I glanced over to the disgusting man and saw he was getting hard.

"Go further, baby, it's working," I whispered to Spencer. His hand went into my pants and he gently flicked my clit. I let out a squeak and he pulled away, zipping my jacket back up. I made sure to put gloves on before walking to Manson.

"I hope you enjoy this." I took his small penis in my hand and chopped it right off his body. I covered his mouth while he yelled in pain. Adrenaline rushed through my body while I watched him suffer. I pulled away and motioned for Spencer to continue.

"This or for trying to fuck over my girlfriend, bitch." Spencer moved the chair and the man dropped, snapping his neck. He undid the roles to make it seem like he did it himself. "Got the note?"

"Yeah, detailing every bit of her and Aaron's murder," I took my bloody glove off and spoke to him. I gently placed the letter under the fallen chair and packed my bow bloody things into a backpack I brought along.

"I'm totally gonna fuck you when we get back. That was so fucking hot.." Spencer whispered while slapping my ass. I looked at him with a smirk.

"Oh you've got that right, Spence." I shot a wink his way and turned to the now dead man. I spat in his face and followed Spencer upstairs. We made sure nothing was messed up too bad, walking out of his house. The black car was easily masked as we drove out of the driveway, back onto the road towards our new home together.

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