I'm Not Afraid Of You

Psychologists are Such Teases

"Hello, Clarisse," Kidd said as the guards closed the door between them and him and Dr. Woods.
"Hello, Mr.Gramm. And my name is not Clarisse, nor is your's Hannibal." Celeste didn't look up from her papers.
"Come on, Woods. I thought we were past the formalities." Kidd leaned forward slightly and added, " Especially after what happened last time."
Celeste blushed slightly, but didn't falter. She was beginning to have second thoughts. Celeste's job was her life. If she was fired, she felt she would surely end up as cellmates with one of her patients. She wouldn't be able to handle it. Then she looked up at Mr. Gramm, who was smirking at her. That refueled her urge to break him. Celeste smiled and lifted her head.
"What makes you think a kiss has changed anything between us, Mr. Gramm."
"Oh, I should have known a psychologist would be a tease,"Kidd still smirking, licked his lip.
Celeste flicked her eyebrows up as if agreeing with him. She leaned her head onto her hand and took her pad of paper and pen.
"Did you try painting with actual paint like we discussed?"
"No, I'm too dangerous, as they say. They barely let me out for Group Therapy. Tell me," Kidd said, leaning closer, again to Celeste."Do I seem dangerous to you, Celestia?"
Celeste shrugged.
"Well, you are a psychotic serial killer, capable of charming your victims into being part of your art. You can't blame them for being cautious. And some how you managed to figure out my full name, which I think adds creepy to your list."
Kidd nodded towards a paper that was peeking out of its file.

Patient: Gerard P. Armstrong

Illness: Schizophrenia

Psychologist: Dr. Celestia Woods

Celeste sighed. "Actually, it's just Celeste. Like I told you the first time."
Kidd nodded with a small smile."You have a very beautiful name, you know. My parents named me Kidd because they thought I'd be a kid all my life, never amounting to anything."
Celeste took notes as he spoke. When she did that, Kidd felt like he was on trial again. He felt like he had to watch everything he said.
"What's with the scribble scribble?" Kidd asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
"I have multiple patients Mr. Gramm. I take notes during sessions to keep track of each patient and their progress. And I have to fill out reports, as well," Celeste explained.
Kidd gave a light chuckle. Then leaned closer once more. His light brown hair was falling into his eyes as a smirk played on his lips.
"Is that so? One would think you would remember the patient you almost slept with," Kidd said smugly, as he smiled as innocently as he could muster, at Celeste.
"Is that what the voices inside that pretty little head of yours said?" Celeste's tone was just as smug as his. But her expression was totally serious.
Kidd's smile wavered, then disappeared. His smile was replaced with what looked like embarrassment. Maybe even guilt. She knows! This is all your fault. Damn it! 
"How did you know? I've never told anyone..." Kidd trailed off looking from Celeste's eyes to her hands.
The truth is Celeste hadn't known at all. She was bluffing him. But she still didn't show her surprise, and instead acted as if she'd known all along.
"What do they say to you, Mr. Gramm," Celeste spoke a bit gentler than before.
"They don't tell me to kill if that's what you're asking. They know I going to do it anyway. They tell me who to kill and why," Kidd explained.
  "They tell you to kill amoral people. People who have sinned, so to speak," Celeste asked genuinely curious.
"Basically."
"You've mentioned that you felt you were delivering a message from the ' universe '. Most would say ' God '. Do you not believe in God, Mr. Gramm?"
"Nah, I don't believe in that bible bullshit. There is something bigger out there, though. And it knows how fucked up our world is," he said, his eye growing darker as he speaks.
It was Celeste's turn to lean forward. She touched her lips with his and lingered near the corner of his mouth. But not long enough for Kidd to kiss her lips. She'd pulled away just out of his reach.
"Damn, you really are a tease," Kidd said with his smirk returned. And Celeste smirked back.
"That's okay, though. I don't want your pity kisses anyways."
"I don't pity you, Mr. Gramm," Celeste said, their faces still so close. "I was rewarding you for trusting me with your secret."
Their eyes never left each other.
"Seemed more like a teasing punishment to me," Kidd said, licking his bottom lip.
"Do you want a real reward," Celeste asked slightly leaning forward.
"Yes, please," he whispered.
Celeste leaned back in her chair and began to clean up her papers and standing.
"Well, it'll have to wait. That's all the time we have for our session today. Allow me to-"
Celeste was cut off by Kidd's looming presence as she turned around. He had her trapped between himself and the table. Celeste looked up into Kidd's eyes, which were full of lust. She cleared her throat as she regained her composure.
"I take it, you're not a very patient man."
Kidd smirked as he shook his head 'no'. Then he kissed her roughly. Celeste held his neck with one hand, her other on his chest. Kidd wanted to grab her waist and run his fingers through her hair. He wanted to touch her with his hands. He mentally cursed his restraints for preventing him from doing so.
After what seemed like too short a time Celeste pulled away from Kidd. She took a handkerchief from her dress pocket and wiped the red lipstick from his face. Then she took a compact mirror from the same pocket and began to fix her smeared lipstick. While she did this, Kidd stared at her. He wanted so much more from her but knew he couldn't touch. Literally and figuratively.
"We really shouldn't keep doing this. This is very unprofessional. Come on, Mr. Gramm. They'll be getting suspicious."
Celeste hurried him over to the door by the shoulder. Her touch tingled through his straightjacket, as he has spent a lot of time in seclusion. Celeste handed him over to the guards, Bob and George.
"Another lovely session, Dr. Woods. 'Till we meet again," Kidd called back as they dragged him away to his cell.
Everything in his cell was white and cushioned. Which is good, as Bob and George carelessly tossed him in face first. Kidd rolled onto his back as the cell door closed. He stared at the padded ceiling, thinking.
Kidd thought and thought for hours. He thought about Celeste and how she teased him. He thought about how they flirted and how much he wanted her. Would I be willing to change for her?
After all of his thinking, Kidd was left with only one thing that made sense. Psychologists are such teases.