Priscilla

S3 ⭒ Episode One

"And I'm dreaming of off and away..."
♩I Lost Something in the Hills • Sibylle Baiers.

THAT HEARTBEAT

The tension is so heavy, I can taste it. And I can't take it. Halen lets the heavy door fall shut with a low thud, and him and I are suddenly encompassed in complete and total darkness.

I can't see the outline of his body or even my hand in front of me, and it puts me on alert. I can't keep still, the prickling heat on my lower back and my collarbones is spreading.

The addicting adrenaline beginning to pump through my veins sparks excitement in my belly, and I didn't think my heart could race any faster, but as it turns out, it can.

The space suddenly brightens to a warm brown and my eyes find Halen standing by the newly put in dial on the wall by the door.

The lights run along the top seam of every wall, projecting a thin beam of light toward the ceiling. It's illuminated enough to see, but dark enough to make me feel closed in and immersed into a pocket of time, frozen in lust.

We both stare at each-other; eyes locked so intensely. And the longer I stand there, the more right it feels.

"Are you well tonight... Priscilla?" He closes the space between us step by careful step, and then sweeps past me, stealing a breath on his way that slips from my mouth carelessly when his hand brushes my own, "Can I call you that now? Or will you chew my head off?"

I feel him come up behind me as he did last night and I smirk, "Use it wisely."

"Mm-mm." He breathes out. It's then when I feel his breath travel that I realize he's circling me like a vulture, slowly, "I'm afraid I can't do that. Wisely implies using it sparingly, and I have every intention of moaning it to my hearts content." His voice fades into a whisper and he comes back into my view again.

For some reason it never sank in entirely that the Bates watched my films and lives, but in this moment, I'm so aware, it pains me. And I like the feeling it brings. I breathe in, "As a dedicated fan, I'm not surprised this is a dream come true for you."

"A stolen dream at that. Do tell me you let your mechanic down easy..." He inches closer, face to face, chest to chest with me, "I feel as if I've robbed him. I'm sorry for him. He never really stood a chance."

"The date was nice and he's a perfectly nice man."

"A perfectly nice man who never stood a chance." He reiterates, "You're skipping steps, you know. You're supposed to spark up your attitude and deny your reason for being here after I've told you how you beautiful you look."

"It's your fault. You're taking too long to tell me. What happened to beauty this, beauty that, you're my dazzling star. My goodness, you're getting sloppy." I pout.