Fou d'Amour

Chapter 7

IT'S CHRIIIIIIIIIISTMASSSSSSS!

Happy Christmas everyone, don't know why I'm updating today, but I am...

So here's an update (will also be proofreading previous chapters):

When I returned with a sandwich, he was lying on the bed in nothing but a towel around his waist. His eyes were still hidden by his uneven fringe but the rest of his hair was tied. How was he so fit? Did he squat between each kill or something?!

I guess constantly being on the run had its benefits.

"Where are your clothes?"I gasped, stumbling back a little. He pointed at a ball of screwed up clothes in the corner of my room. "You should've put them in the laundry basket."

"But wouldn't your parents be somewhat suspicious of the pile of bloody, male clothes in the washing machine?" I picked up the bloody clothes, grimacing a little as I did. It was so disgusting.

" 'Parent ' and no, I do all the cooking and cleaning around here."

"Hmm...that's what I thought." he hummed.

"What's that supposed to mean? Just because my dad is a single parent, doesn't mean he is as useful as a potato when it comes to household tasks."

"No, it's not that. I've  just figured, as you're so authoritarian,  I mean, you must have a lot of responsibilities." .he blurted. Yeah, that's what I thought. "Oh, um...thanks for the sandwich I guess."

"I have some boxers in my drawer, you can wear those if you want?"

"Wait, what?" he choked on the sandwich and broke into a round of coughing. "W-Why do you have male underwear in your drawer? I didn't know you were the type of girl who keeps screwvenirs, if they are, I'm not interested!"

"No, no!"I blushed. "I buy them to sleep in."

Pulling out a pair from my drawer, I handed them to him. He inspected the underwear thoughtfully before replying.

"Even weirder. But if they were worn by you, I'll survive." he winked. "Now then, turn around...unless you don't want to?" he gave me another suggestive look. I rolled my eyes and turned around.

"I'm sure you and your micro penis would prefer if I didn't."

" 'Micro penis'? Hmm...you're so feisty, I love it! You can turn around now."I spun to face him. "I don't suppose you have a guy top too?"I shook my head and he huffed. The pants were low on his hips.

I guess I was looking for too long and I didn't realise him approaching me until he tilted my head up.

"Eyes up here." he grinned.

"It's not as if I can see them or anything."I turned away, embarrassed. It was true, his fringe covered half his face. All I could see was the bottom of his nose and mouth. His nose scar was covered which was a smart move, but I wanted nothing better than to pull his fringe back.

"A top, do you have a top too?" he asked.

"Oh yeah."I threw one and him and he caught it in one hand, pulling it over his head in one swift movement. Wow, he was really physically in shape. Not to mention all those muscles.

Juliet, stop!

"Sleep with me tonight?" he said, completely off topic. I looked at my alarm. It was 11 pm. I didn't even notice.

"No."I scoffed. Wasn't it obvious?

"Not like that, just sleep beside me. I don't bite...well, I do but I'll make an exception with you."

"It would be awkward."

"Why?"

"Blood flows differently when men are unconscious. I don't want to sleep next to you."

"Oh, that won't be an issue."

"How so?"

"You don't have a choice." he chuckled maniacally, pulling me onto the bed for the second time that night. He switched the bedside lamp off. "Bonne nuit, ma chèrie." he cooed.

"But I need to take my bra off."I whispered. He unhooked me in one swift motion.

"Mmm..." he sighed songfully. "You smell delicious."

My legs tightened and he laughed at my response.

"Am I being too honest for your body to handle?" he laughed, licking the shell of my ear and blowing on it. Being in his arms like this was actually quite comforting and regardless of how many times I said in my head that he could kill me at any moment, could change it.

"Hey..."I whispered.

"What?" he asked.

"Can you get the blanket? I'm a bit cold." he looked around a bit.

"No can do, I don't like feeling around in the dark...most of the time."

I swear, whenever I'm tired, I act really weird. It's like being drunk, you say things you wouldn't normally say, you do things you wouldn't normally do. And at that moment, my brain wasn't functioning as well as it should. I weaved his hand on my hip into mine and proceeded to make him rub my cold upper arm.

I heard his breathing hitch and felt his cheeks warm against my shoulder. This was completely different from his precious persona. He was much shyer than before.

"I got it." he breathed, placing his huge hand on my arm, caressing it slightly, from time to time. I left my goosebumps fading back into my skin from his warm hand. It was surprising that a serial killer could be so gentle. Especially, with a brat like me. Could he be falling for me? What was his plan?

Perhaps he acted strangely when tired like me?

After a few moments of his gentle touching, I noticed the blanket right under my nose. He'd have to be blind to miss it. Or he was searching for opportunities to touch me.

But after my discovery, I felt it meant very little as I fell asleep in his arms.

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Okay, It's Xmas time so sorry if this is a little short and fluff. 

Let's see:

Oh and here's a Xmas cracker joke: 

 What's the difference between the clementine in your Christmas stocking and Donald Trump? Nothing, they're both a little orange. 

Bwaaahahaaaaa! Yeah, that's a good one. 

Next chapter should be out before the new year

Peace!