Pseudosapien

Baiting

Garth knew what he was doing was crazy, just lying on the floor with a printed version of the houses interior, conversing about possible easy but well hidden trap types and spots, with the devilish woman in front of him. Actually, just dating her while knowing what she did for a living let him know he was heading to Hell in a hand basket, but he'd go happily.

He'd noticed the steady change in her from when they started dating until now. She still had her infamous knowing smiles and mischievously twinkling eyes but he saw more emotion in her eyes now, and it gave him hope that killing the last remaining Poker club members might be the end of her hobby. It may have been a pro that she gave him good business, but he was giving her a better way to fill the void she'd mentioned, not just the sex but the love that he tried to express as best one could to a person with antisocial personality disorder, and for him that was through physical attention that wasn't always sexual in nature. Garth was damn sure that she'd noticed the steady progression in his forehead kisses and touches that were more comforting than anything. Since they started going out, her glances weren't always sultry and inviting, no, he saw the endearing looks and hoped it wasn't just her fondness for him she usually went by.

Garth was hoping that Anemone Young was falling in love with him as much as he'd done with her over their time together, which was steadily closing in on a little over half a year. The sun was coming out more and it was beginning to seep closer to park bench sitting weather again sipping coffee and munching on sinfully delicious donuts.

"You know I only recently figured out the reason I did what I do? Took me at least a year...but being around you always makes me think deeper and it's as though your presence gives me hints in a more human way. I've never thought of myself as a real person."

"Really? Then I'm glad I could help you in your search for answers."

"You haven't exactly been sparse on questions during this time either though." Annie's voice was teasing and he raised his eyes in time to catch that twinkle he was so fond of seeing.

"That keeps me interesting."

"Indeed. That and your riddles...and your habit for attracting girls like me, it seems." She commented as she continued to draw and write on the papers.

"That was only you and Clarissa...and I didn't even know she was one. The ones before her weren't at all psychopaths and the sort. At least I never felt something was off about them like I did with you."

"Maybe it was thanks to Clarissa you sensed something." They were still teasing one another but he really wanted to ask her.

"Will you stop once the club is all gone?"

"Would you feel better if I did?" She asked taking her eyes off her plans to gaze at him sincerely.

"I'd feel a lot better knowing that my girlfriend isn't out risking her life attempting to fill a void that she thinks can only be filled temporarily by the bloodshed of her own species."

"Then whatever you've been giving me in this relationship to make me feel this way had better keep on coming. It's not just the stuff between the sheets anymore. There's something else that you've been doing." That gave him an idea and she must have caught on because she grinned at him.

"What's on your mind, Garth?" She asked rhetorically as he advanced on her already nearby form.

"Just testing a theory." He murmured, kissing her and then crawling over her as she let him continue.

"Can you tell what that theory is or is this another riddle?"

"How do you know you can only have an orgasm by being on top? Maybe, if I try hard enough, I can find other means as well."