Grinded

chapter XXVI.

"You sure you don't wanna come in?' asked Lily as a chill rippled across her skin, the cool air now having a bite to it as the night grew later.

She stole a quick glance around her front yard. The lingering nerves at the back of her mind started dissipating. Everything seemed to be just how she'd left it. Even the Sheriff's cop car hadn't moved, and from where she was, she could just make out the top of someone's head in the driver's seat; a weight felt lifted from her delicate shoulders as a cascade of reassurance washed over her, soaking her in the feeling of safety.

A feeling she missed ever since the murders began.

Lily turned back over to Marc, who was tapping his thumbs against the wheel. She chuckled at the sight of his soft, yet idiotic, grin, and reached her hand out to his, mindlessly running her index finger across the thick, blue veins on the top of his hand.

"Is that a yes?" Lily pushed further, raising her eyebrows playfully. She watched Marc as he shifted in the driver's seat, a kick of disappointment hitting her in the stomach when he didn't unbuckle his belt.

"My parents want me home, Lil," Marc answered gently, his voice deep yet soothing. Even if he was in the process of shooting her down, Marc's voice had a captivating effect on Lily, as though he were a siren, casting a hypnotic spell over her. And it's not one she ever wanted to break.

"I know," Lily replied as she slowly started climbing out of the car. 

She hoped that the disappointment in her voice was discreet, but she'd be lying if there wasn't a small part of her that hoped her boyfriend would agree out of guilt. But, clearly, no such luck.

"I could've done with a night with my man," Lily continued, instinctively wrapping her arms around herself. "Text me when you get home, okay, Marc?"

Marc pursed his lips and stared at Lily with his brilliant emerald eyes, peering deep into Lily's own stare, and she could practically feel the sparks of sexuality igniting between them. If it wasn't for the cops in her drive, Lily would've said 'fuck it' and jumped his bones, right here and now.

"Don't give me that look, babe," Lily warned flirtily, tilting her head to the side. "You could get some if you were gonna come in for a little while. But since you're being a good boyscout, looks like you're just gonna have to hold out for now."

She internally cheered when she saw the pent up look on Marc's face, his cheeks slightly flushing.

"You can't just leave me out to dry like that," Marc said in almost whisper. A devious smirk began playing up on the corners of his lips as he brushed his hand through his ginger curls, and leaned back ever so slightly, making sure to flex for her.

"You're a big boy, Marcus," said Lily with darkening eyes, her voice laced with sexuality, "I'm sure you can handle yourself for a few more days."

She didn't hold back the playful laugh when she saw Marc smack his lips together as he readjusted himself in his seat. Lily felt proud of herself for the power she held over Marc when it came to sex; she called the shots and both of them loved the dynamic it offered them, both in and out of the bedroom.

"That's cold, Lily." Marc give her that look, the one that made everything around her become nothing more than a blur, as she fell deep into the gaze of her boyfriend's eyes, and for a moment, she felt like all was right in the world.

God, she fucking loved Marc.

They stared into one another for another few seconds, the unspoken desire for them to just drive off into the moonlight together stronger than ever. Until a sudden distant thud pulled them from their moment as they both shot their heads over to the direction of Lily's house - where the noise had come from.