Take Me Out

5 - This Is Mine

warnings: graphic depictions of murder & angst

***

"Are you and Mr. Haines together?" Kline whispers in your ear.

His hand is tight on your hip and you try your hardest not to shudder and throw up the very little champagne you had earlier.

"He's mine," you giggle, you rest your cheek on Kline's shoulder, "but I'm not his."

"Whose are you then sweetheart?" Kline's lips brush against your ear and you grin, lifting your head up and squeezing his bicep.

"I can be anyones," you wink at him and flush when his hand roams to rest right above your ass.

"What if I said I wanted you to be mine tonight?"

"Mr. Kline," you giggle, gently batting his chest, "why would such a handsome gentleman like yourself want to take me home?"

"You really don't see how gorgeous you are, pretty girl? Besides, you're already at my home. I take pretty girls like yourself somewhere very special."

You gasp as he lightly rests his hand on your ass.

"What do you say, pretty girl?"

You know exactly what Kline wants to hear, so you play up your bashful innocence, "yes please, sir."

He smiles widely, not even letting you glance in Tom's direction before he whisks you away out a side door to the ballroom.

He keeps his slightly wrinkled hand tight around your waist as he takes you down a long hallway towards his garage. There's a limo sitting there with a driver waiting by the passenger door. Kline turns you to face him and he presses his lips against your own. You pull away and play coy for a moment.

"Mr. Kline," you rest your hand on his chest, you can't wait to feel the heart under your fingertips stop, "that man is watching us."

"Do you want to wait until we get to my special place?" Kline cups your cheek, gently running his thumb along your bottom lip. You feel disgusted as he pushes his thumb into your mouth but you play along, gently whining and nodding in response to his question.

"Good girl," Kline pulls his thumb out of your mouth, your spit smears your lipstick and he grins.

He opens the door for you and smacks your ass as you crawl in.

"You're very cheeky Mr. Kline," you smile, flushing as he rests a hand on your thigh and the garage door opens.

You allow his gentle touches as you continue down the driveway, letting him get progressively closer to you, his hands becoming grabbier and grabbier as you drive along the highway towards his apartment building.

"Shall we head up to my place?" He asks, pretending to give you a semblance of choice. You grip your purse tighter as he helps you out of the car and slides his hand down to rest against your ass.

"I would love that Mr. Kline," you smile, giggling when he smacks your ass again.

The entire elevator ride his lips are firmly attached to different parts of your neck and you keep up an airy giggle as he does so. As he leads you down the hallway you know the sequence of events that has to occur. You realize and understand what you'll have to do prior to killing Kline. It makes you sick and the champagne you drank earlier threatens to bubble up.

You settle the feeling with a calming thought, you don't know how or why this comes to your mind. But you think of the small life you and Tom built for your aliases. You think of Adeline and Trevor and the nice life that they lead.