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Here is a Teaser to Part 7.

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Warning: slapping, falling to ground..*The Girl* is 20, 21…no younger.

A block away, the man lumbered out of his car once again. It was growing tiresome watching him. But Romam wouldn’t stop following until it was the right time to pounce.

He ambled over to a girl. That despite the raincoat was soaked on the rain. In the muted neon lights that hung in the windows near the overhang she tried to stay under, she visibly looked startled, at his sudden presence.

She crumbled to the broken sidewalk under her barely there, incredibly high heels.

“He really likes being rough.” Roman remarked after the man has back handed the girl.

Zsasz, gave a dry chuckle. “He finally did it to wrong girl.”

A smirk curled Roman’s lips.

Wrapped in one of Roman’s fluffy robe, that you were sure even Zsas has not even seen, you wandered over to the big picture window.

When you had taken it off the hanger, this time you could finally giggle. It was yet another part of his wardrobe thar had his initials stitched elegantly on it.

You had learned how much he enjoyed seeing them; and would not tease that he’d never lose any of because of the RS or even R B S in some cases. You realized it was something that brought him a simple pleasure. There were worse things, and to be fair since it was Roman, so most likely there were worse things so the initials were not that big of a deal.

You looked out at city. You sighed. Had he found him. The man was as big as a closet, Zsas would have to help surely.

Lightning streaked against the sky, followed by a very loud crash of thunder. It made you flinch.

A Night Out, Club 44

Part 6

Summary: Part of what it is to be Roman’s girl.

Warning: None

Note: decided to show side by side their night.

The elevator announced its arrival at the penthouse with a ding and the doors whispered open. After stepping out, you leaned against the wall. Reaching down you undid the straps for your heals. You loved wearing them, especially when you were dressed up for Roman. But when given the chance, you didn’t mind slipping free of them either.

*******

Roman, could still feel your kiss lingering on his cheek as his thumbs grazed the wheels that opened the briefcase Zsasz handed him. The briefcase popped open.

He slipped off his gloves that he had worn to go out. Putting them down, he eyed these particular pairs in the case. These were ones strictly for carrying out business.

*******

Picking up your heals, you made your way to Roman’s bedroom. Coming around to the side of the bed you frequented. Stretching, you sighed and let yourself fall back into the softness of the bed.

You closed your eyes contently, with a sigh on your lips you stretched once again. Sitting up, you didn’t really want to sleep just yet. Thinking about it for a moment, biting on your bottom lip you decided you’d take a bath. It would help ease the last of the tension you felt from your encounter with Falcone and his men. His bath is so roomy, you loved it.

*******

Slipping on a pair, he eyed them closely. They were a finely sewed by his tailor. They were a dark, dull black in a slightly brilliant black thread, if one looked close enough you could see his initials. He did enjoy seeing them on his things. These particular pairs were excellent for when he held his gun or even better one of his knives.

He hated dirtying one of his more elegant pairs for the dirty deeds he had to carry out. What he hated even more was when he had to throw one those pairs into the incinerator. Tonight, he had the luxury of changing his gloves.

Flipping up the compartment that held his extra gloves, he eyed his knives. They were nestled into the black velvet that lined that portion. As he looked down at them, one side of mouth twitched upward, loving how only he knew how sharp they really were.

******

You had drapped your silky dress over the chair that sat in one corner of Roman’s bedroom. Tucked beside it were the lacy panties and bras, you had hoped to slowly reveal to Roman. You repressed the frown that wanted to come, so you grimaced. There would be other times. So with your arms wrapped around yourself, you went into the large bathroom. You finally shivered when you cold feet padded across the cool floor.

Happily, you turned on the warm water and with a clink you opened the slim, metal container and took out a bath bomb. You were growing to find out just how luscious of a life Roman came to enjoy.

Eyeing the folded towels, you made sure to grab one of his larger and incredibly soft towels. You laid it on the warmer. Going back to the tub you watched as the bomb fizzled away and gave off a scent that you enjoyed catching a whiff of when it managed to cling to Roman and was not overpowered by his aftershave.

******

The rain kept up its steady beat against the roof of the rolls before streaking down the windows. Zsasz, had always been keen on learning from those that concerned Roman. So Roman, was rather pleased as Zsasz kept him and the rolls a safe distance, from that thug as he made some stops at place, Roman knew were in Falcone’s pocket. No place was safe when collection time called. Or at least that is what he had gathered from his allies.

Roman, wanted his allies to remain loyal. Fear could only take him so far. He instilled that with relish. He loved watching people grow pale or their eyes widen in disbelief over what he was truly capable of. Something, he’d never let you be aware. He didn’t want to frighten you.

That said, he also knew when to cultivate and make them feel important. He wanted them to feel appreciated. It made it alot easier when he had the need to call on them.

*****

Pleased with the level of the water, holding one of the sides, you finally stepped and settled into the warm water. You murmured something incoherently as you sat back against the one side with your eyes closed. Slouching down with your eyes still closed, you stopped till you felt the water lap at your chin.

This was exactly what you had needed. Sitting up, opening your eyes you felt good. Your eyes, drifted gently over the dark, marbled bath. Everything about it screamed Roman.

Looking down, your eye caught the glimmer of the bracelet that still hung from your wrist. Bringing your wrist from the water, was brighter as droplets of water mmm clung to the delicate golden flower.

Your heart felt like it sped up and stilled all at once. How, you didn’t know. Though since being Roman’s girl, it was a peculiar sensation you had grown accustomed to. Whether you’d get used to it was another thing entirely. In your head, thoughts swirled. He was out there, in the rain since someone had decided to be rough with you. He should be here behind you, his warm strong arms around you as you leaned against him.

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The Past Follows You Like A Shadow

Part 7

Summary: Memories and scares abound.

Notes/Warnings: No warnings for this chapter!

And I am so sorry I took so long between chapters. (Life and work got in the way!)

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You threw the curtain back. Finally, able to move you scramble backwards. Though, before you realize you loose your footing with a thud fall down onto your bottom. You leg out a yelp. You had to get to your phone. You had to call Gator.

In your panic, you heard a muffled sound.

Turning, you see the masked figure in your living room. You scream, scrambling against the worn carpet you bump against the end table. The lamp on top of it trembles and jangles but remains standing.

“Tulip.” Muffled at first but then becoming clearer chuckles fill your small living room. As the mask is pulled off.

“Stop screaming Tulip. One of your good natured neighbors might call the cops, and well I’m already here.” A smirk curled his lips. “And I don’t feel like working.”

He helped you up. His smirked dropped when he felt your hands, sticky from the pumpkin. You stood breathless in front of him.

“Happy Halloween, baby.”

You pushed him then. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Isn’t that the point?” A smirk once again danced on his lips. “Just like old times.”

You smiled, shaking your head you couldn’t stay annoyed.

You sniffed the air and made a face. “What have you been up to?” A sour scent came off Gator.

He shrugged. “Police stuff.”

You, pressed your lips together and nodded. “Well, I was carving a pumpkin and watching Halloween.”

“Fun.”

You rolled your eyes. “We can’t all be fighting crime.”

Turning the knobs on the stove you began to preheat the oven so you could roast the seeds soon. Coming back around to the pumpkin, you gave it a hard look. You tried to imagine what face to give it.

“I’m more of the kicking ass type.”

You glanced his way. “I believe it.” You stopped. “Gator, what happened?” You put the knife down, easily closing the distance and wiping your hand you reached up to the small bruise that smudged his cheek.

“Is it bad?”

You shrugged.

“Sometimes things get rough.”

You nodded and went back to considering what face to give to the pumpkin.

You remembered how he was before you left. He had gotten a fair amount of scuffles. The rumor had been he hit someone with a tire iron. Maybe he had finally had enough and fought back after all the years he had been picked on. You couldn’t be sure.

All you knew he never picked you up on the drive to school and the two of you never spoke again. The night his father caught the two of you, he changed. And that was why you ran.

A warm hand settled on your lower back. You leapt.

“Geez, tulip. I didn’t mean to scare you again but you looked miles away.” A wet chuckle came from him. “I’m here and I don’t want you that far away.”

You nodded. “Sorry.” Grabbing, the spoon you continued to scrap the inside of the pumpkin to get out the seeds.

Gator, leaned against the counter. “Are you going to bake those like your mother used to do?“

You nodded. “I haven’t done it in years, I figured I would.”

His nose wrinkled. “If they didn’t taste so good, I’d say the stink isn’t worth it.”

You chuckled. He was one to talk you mused. Whatever he had gotten into clung to him.

He drew closer. You felt like you were holding your breath.

“What’s so funny?” He brushed some of your hair side. His warmth radiated from him.

Turning your head, you were inches from his. You met his eyes from under your lashes.

“Whatever you had been up to has left a rather unpleasant smell on you.”

He made a face and pulled back. He tugged his shirt to his nose. “Oh, I didn’t even realize. Can I use your shower?”

“Won’t Mary Sue notice that you showered?”

He shrugged. “Probably not. But she’s in the next town over, she took his niece and nephew trick or treating and might not even be back till tomorrow.”

“Oh. Alright.” You waved your hand. “Go head.”

He drew close again, his nose grazed your hair line. “Do you wanna join me?” His lips grazed your temple.

You fought the flutter the thought it gave you. You smiled. “Tempting but this will go bad, sour if I don’t finish, but I’ll be here.”

“I’ll hurry then, don’t want to keep my Tulip waiting.”

You could have sworn you heard the front door open and close. Despite your earlier in the night, you were not terribly worried about an intruder. This just wasn’t that kind of place. You would miss that when you were back and done here.

You then could hear as the stairs creaked as Gator made his way up. He knew the way.

*****

“Aunt Mavis,” Your bottom lip trembled. “You can’t tell mom and dad I fell off Gator’s scooter.” Tears streamed down your cheeks.

The one leg of your shorts were rolled up a little higher as she looked at the scrape on your knee.

“Yes, Miss Mavis please don’t.” Gator’s voice wobbled. “If it hadn’t been for that rock.” He sighed heavily.

You glanced at your friend as he sat on the rim of the clawfoot tub.

Your aunt gave you a smile as warm as the sun that was high in the sky, that summer day.

“I won’t honey. I will tell them you tripped bringing my mail to me, alright?” She looked at the two of you.

You both nodded. She then placed two bandaids over the scrap. And pressed a quick kiss over them.

“All patched up.” She smiled at you again. “Now, go on downstairs the two of you, help yourself to the oatmeal raisin cookies on the table and if you are thirsty there is fresh lemonade in the fridge.”

“Thank you so much, Aunt Mavis.” You threw your arms around her, as Gator jumped down from the tub.

Soon you both were hurrying down the stairs.

******

There was part of you that was happy he was there and that he had not ghosted you. But it brought up so many things back. So many moments, you had pushed away. All of this had felt so long ago.

Your stomach churched, as you placed the seeds into the oven after sprinkling them

with some salt. You quickly washed everything down, and then curled up on the sofa.

Just behind you not hid by the sounds of the movie, the floor boards creaked once more and the fresh scent of your soap tickled your nose. Your lips curled into a smile. You would not be startled a third time.

Gator’s hands were on you then. They warm, rough but you enjoyed how they felt coaxing you to looked back at him.

You smiled wider when you did. His hair wet hung loose instead of slicked back. You did particularly like when it looked like that. Jeans rested on his hips while a soft black tshirt hugged his trim torso.

“Hi handsome.” You said softly.

He smirked, stepping a little closer. “How do I smell?”

You made a show of sniffing the air. “Much better.”

******

“I could get used to that.”

Hmm? You made a questioning sound as you opened the stove, after turning it off to take out the pumpkin seeds.

You placed the cookie sheet on the counter. Your heart leapt, as you caught sight of Gator leaning in the threshold of the kitchen.

You slipped one and then the other oven mitt off before looking at him again. You walked right up to him as he took a pull on his vape and he exhaled a cloud towards the ceiling.

“What could you get used to?”

“You tulip.” A smirk curled his lips. “You are quite the sight.”

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The Past Follows You Like A Shadow

Part 7

Summary: Memories and scares abound.

Notes/Warnings: No warnings for this chapter!

And I am so sorry I took so long between chapters. (Life and work got in the way!)

❤️s, reblogs, feedback and comments are welcome!

You threw the curtain back. Finally, able to move you scramble backwards. Though, before you realize you loose your footing with a thud fall down onto your bottom. You leg out a yelp. You had to get to your phone. You had to call Gator.

In your panic, you heard a muffled sound.

Turning, you see the masked figure in your living room. You scream, scrambling against the worn carpet you bump against the end table. The lamp on top of it trembles and jangles but remains standing.

“Tulip.” Muffled at first but then becoming clearer chuckles fill your small living room. As the mask is pulled off.

“Stop screaming Tulip. One of your good natured neighbors might call the cops, and well I’m already here.” A smirk curled his lips. “And I don’t feel like working.”

He helped you up. His smirked dropped when he felt your hands, sticky from the pumpkin. You stood breathless in front of him.

“Happy Halloween, baby.”

You pushed him then. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Isn’t that the point?” A smirk once again danced on his lips. “Just like old times.”

You smiled, shaking your head you couldn’t stay annoyed.

You sniffed the air and made a face. “What have you been up to?” A sour scent came off Gator.

He shrugged. “Police stuff.”

You, pressed your lips together and nodded. “Well, I was carving a pumpkin and watching Halloween.”

“Fun.”

You rolled your eyes. “We can’t all be fighting crime.”

Turning the knobs on the stove you began to preheat the oven so you could roast the seeds soon. Coming back around to the pumpkin, you gave it a hard look. You tried to imagine what face to give it.

“I’m more of the kicking ass type.”

You glanced his way. “I believe it.” You stopped. “Gator, what happened?” You put the knife down, easily closing the distance and wiping your hand you reached up to the small bruise that smudged his cheek.

“Is it bad?”

You shrugged.

“Sometimes things get rough.”

You nodded and went back to considering what face to give to the pumpkin.

You remembered how he was before you left. He had gotten a fair amount of scuffles. The rumor had been he hit someone with a tire iron. Maybe he had finally had enough and fought back after all the years he had been picked on. You couldn’t be sure.

All you knew he never picked you up on the drive to school and the two of you never spoke again. The night his father caught the two of you, he changed. And that was why you ran.

A warm hand settled on your lower back. You leapt.

“Geez, tulip. I didn’t mean to scare you again but you looked miles away.” A wet chuckle came from him. “I’m here and I don’t want you that far away.”

You nodded. “Sorry.” Grabbing, the spoon you continued to scrap the inside of the pumpkin to get out the seeds.

Gator, leaned against the counter. “Are you going to bake those like your mother used to do?“

You nodded. “I haven’t done it in years, I figured I would.”

His nose wrinkled. “If they didn’t taste so good, I’d say the stink isn’t worth it.”

You chuckled. He was one to talk you mused. Whatever he had gotten into clung to him.

He drew closer. You felt like you were holding your breath.

“What’s so funny?” He brushed some of your hair side. His warmth radiated from him.

Turning your head, you were inches from his. You met his eyes from under your lashes.

“Whatever you had been up to has left a rather unpleasant smell on you.”

He made a face and pulled back. He tugged his shirt to his nose. “Oh, I didn’t even realize. Can I use your shower?”

“Won’t Mary Sue notice that you showered?”

He shrugged. “Probably not. But she’s in the next town over, she took his niece and nephew trick or treating and might not even be back till tomorrow.”

“Oh. Alright.” You waved your hand. “Go head.”

He drew close again, his nose grazed your hair line. “Do you wanna join me?” His lips grazed your temple.

You fought the flutter the thought it gave you. You smiled. “Tempting but this will go bad, sour if I don’t finish, but I’ll be here.”

“I’ll hurry then, don’t want to keep my Tulip waiting.”

You could have sworn you heard the front door open and close. Despite your earlier in the night, you were not terribly worried about an intruder. This just wasn’t that kind of place. You would miss that when you were back and done here.

You then could hear as the stairs creaked as Gator made his way up. He knew the way.

*****

“Aunt Mavis,” Your bottom lip trembled. “You can’t tell mom and dad I fell off Gator’s scooter.” Tears streamed down your cheeks.

The one leg of your shorts were rolled up a little higher as she looked at the scrape on your knee.

“Yes, Miss Mavis please don’t.” Gator’s voice wobbled. “If it hadn’t been for that rock.” He sighed heavily.

You glanced at your friend as he sat on the rim of the clawfoot tub.

Your aunt gave you a smile as warm as the sun that was high in the sky, that summer day.

“I won’t honey. I will tell them you tripped bringing my mail to me, alright?” She looked at the two of you.

You both nodded. She then placed two bandaids over the scrap. And pressed a quick kiss over them.

“All patched up.” She smiled at you again. “Now, go on downstairs the two of you, help yourself to the oatmeal raisin cookies on the table and if you are thirsty there is fresh lemonade in the fridge.”

“Thank you so much, Aunt Mavis.” You threw your arms around her, as Gator jumped down from the tub.

Soon you both were hurrying down the stairs.

******

There was part of you that was happy he was there and that he had not ghosted you. But it brought up so many things back. So many moments, you had pushed away. All of this had felt so long ago.

Your stomach churched, as you placed the seeds into the oven after sprinkling them

with some salt. You quickly washed everything down, and then curled up on the sofa.

Just behind you not hid by the sounds of the movie, the floor boards creaked once more and the fresh scent of your soap tickled your nose. Your lips curled into a smile. You would not be startled a third time.

Gator’s hands were on you then. They warm, rough but you enjoyed how they felt coaxing you to looked back at him.

You smiled wider when you did. His hair wet hung loose instead of slicked back. You did particularly like when it looked like that. Jeans rested on his hips while a soft black tshirt hugged his trim torso.

“Hi handsome.” You said softly.

He smirked, stepping a little closer. “How do I smell?”

You made a show of sniffing the air. “Much better.”

******

“I could get used to that.”

Hmm? You made a questioning sound as you opened the stove, after turning it off to take out the pumpkin seeds.

You placed the cookie sheet on the counter. Your heart leapt, as you caught sight of Gator leaning in the threshold of the kitchen.

You slipped one and then the other oven mitt off before looking at him again. You walked right up to him as he took a pull on his vape and he exhaled a cloud towards the ceiling.

“What could you get used to?”

“You tulip.” A smirk curled his lips. “You are quite the sight.”

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No worries if not though, it's still really cute as is <3

I’m sorry, I just saw this. Oh wow. There were a bunch of little moments. But this was the closest to a sequel for that moment. Seen from reader’s perspective.

Another “first” date with Roman.

Being a Couple

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You threw the curtain back. Finally, able to move you scramble backwards. Though, before you realize you loose your footing with a thud fall down onto your bottom. You leg out a yelp. You had to get to your phone. You had to call Gator.

In your panic, you heard a muffled sound.

Turning, you see the masked figure in your living room. You scream, scrambling against the worn carpet you bump against the end table. The lamp on top of it trembles and jangles but remains standing.

“Tulip.” Muffled at first but then becoming clearer chuckles fill your small living room. As the mask is pulled off.

“Stop screaming Tulip. One of your good natured neighbors might call the cops, and well I’m already here.” A smirk curled his lips. “And I don’t feel like working.”

He helped you up. His smirked dropped when he felt your hands, sticky from the pumpkin. You stood breathless in front of him.

“Happy Halloween, baby.”

You pushed him then. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Isn’t that the point?” A smirk once again danced on his lips. “Just like old times.”

You smiled, you couldn’t stay annoyed.

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Sorry for the delay…life…work got in the way.

The Past Follows Like Your Shadow

Part 6

Summary: It is Halloween for Gator and reader.

Notes/Warnings: 18 & Over. Oral M receiving. Harsh Language. Sexist behavior. Underage drinking (DO NOT DO THIS!) Be safe!

Monologue from film Halloween ‘78 used.

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The world of sparkling snowflakes, happiness and magic, swirled around you. The glowing keys on the laptop clicked and clacked under your fingertips. You smiled, you moved a few last words around and then one more sentence. The made the final revision to your Christmas book finished. The illustrations were so sweet and matched the magic you wanted to create on the pages.

******

“How is it out there?” She asked.

You shrugged. “Not horrible. Gonna take awhile. My aunt held onto so much stuff.”

“Take your time. The book looks great. It will be a good addition to the series.”

“Thanks Janice.” You smiled. You were lucky to have such a good agent. She encouraged your creativity.

“Let’s do a catch up lunch when you get back alright?”

You brightened. “That will be great.” You sighed. “I miss the big city.”

“Already?”

“I forgot how small this town.“

“You’ll be back and navigating through the seas of taxis and buses soon enough.”

The shrill sound of the doorbell filled the house. You rolled your eyes, before squeezing them shut. This town and the people in it had a way of interfering with things.

“Someone just rang the bell. My aunt’s only neighbor has been acting like she has been assigned to be my nanny.”

A chuckle filled your ear. “Well, someone has to make sure you eat your vegetables and drink your water.”

You both shared a chuckle, before the bell rings again.

“I better go and get that.”

“Alright! Once again, love the book. I’ll be sending the proof copy out to you asap, if you’re not back already.”

“I better be back by then.”

You pushed end and then closed the laptop. Getting up, you stretched and made your way downstairs. A tall shadow darkened the milky glass.

Fear knotted in your stomach. What if that was Roy, it suddenly dawned on you that he could show up as easily as Gator had.

Your stomach churned at the thought of him. You were adult. You didn’t have to take his shit. You gave a curt nod to yourself. Made you feel a little braver. Like the night before with two hands you pulled the door open.

You gasped. You didn’t know where to look first. Gator was lost in his own moment, his eyes narrowed as he squinted looking out at the expanse of land that encroached on your aunt’s property. He took a pull on that vape. A puff of white swirled and twirled around him. You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched with sheer delight at casual manner he scratched, more like tugged at his trousers. That’s when you saw his one arm that was wrapped in a cast. Unease filled you.

“Gator!” You squeaked. “What the hell happened?” Concerned replaced the unease and your heart picked up speed.

He made a half hearted expression. “Are you not going to invite me in Tulip? So I can tell ya?” He took another pull on his vape, exhaling a large plume of white above him.

“Oh, yes of course. Come in.” You motioned him in. “Come in.” You shivered as the fingers of the autumn breeze attempted to take a hold of you.

He grimaced and walked in.

“Want me to make you some coffee?” You offered.

It was one of those old coffee makers, you’d figure it out for him. He settled faster then you expected in the living room.

You winced as you saw him flinch. “Fuck.” He mumbled.

You watched as he put too much pressure on the casted arm as he sat down.

“Nah. Just come sit beside me.” He patted a place beside him.

“Ok.” Your heart continued to pick up speed.

How did he still have this effect on you? You felt like you could just wilt at his feet. You could barely think.

The two of you played in the mud, gotten grass stains on your clothes with all the adventures you shared. A friendship starting where the memories of childhood begin. Then one day all at once, not remembering exactly how it began but passions were ignited and they were as intense as the sun’s rays on a summer day until it all shattered. When it ended, you were left broken and your entire reputation had been destroyed.

But here you were, last night the two of you had been like a moth to a flame. You couldn’t run any longer.

Trembling inside you realized that you had been merely surviving after you ran away. That no matter how you tried to forget the past or push it away, this was your destiny. This town, this man. Distantly, you felt and even saw how he was not the same man and yet you were drawn to him.

Deep down you should fight this, you had to. It was not going anywhere. He’d never divorce Mary Sue. All of this had no future. Why would put yourself through all this pain again. You didn’t think your heart could handle it.

He whistled as you drew closer, it made you blush. “Damn, how you are even prettier then when you were mine.” Once again you realized he had made his vape disappear.

“I doubt that. Alot has happened since then.” You tucked some hair behind your ear.

No matter how many light, fluffy stories you wrote or how many bottles you drank; to get didn’t change how you felt. As you tucked your leg under yourself settling beside him, you were as giddy as a teenager.

“Tulip, believe me. You are still a knock out.”

These sweet words, made you bite the inside of his cheek. “So you were wrangling a bad guy?” You tried to say light heartedly. “From the looks of it, he may or may not have gotten the upper hand.”

His eyes slid your way. You felt the look. He reached up and scratched the back of his neck.

“When did you get this smart mouth?” His lips twisted.

Seeing him here. How he sat, how he spoke. It did something to you. Your mood shifted. Inwardly, you began to crave him. You remembered how much it had been fun to try this or that when the two of you explored sexual things.

You tried to look demure. You hoped he wouldn’t laugh. “Are you going to show me how to put it to better use?”

“I would love to. But are you sure?”

An air of smugness fell over his features. They only furthered the excitement you felt grow in your stomach.

“You barely could take me last night. What makes you think your mouth can handle me?”

“I can try and you can tell me all about what happened.” Just offering it, just talking to him like this and the familiar ache began grew between your legs.

He reached out with his good hand, his fingers grazing your cheek. “I knew you could be a good girl; my good girl.”

“I can be at times.”

He cupped your chin. “We’ll see. And right now, its not a good idea for you to let your smart mouth run after all I dealt with today.”

Excitement filled you. Leaning over, careful to not put any major weight on him, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, which he didn’t return. “I’ll make you forget all about that.” You whispered.

Silently, he opened his legs. His good hand smoothed his trousers. You noticed the holster on his thigh was empty, you looked at him. “Back in the car, can’t have you and I having an accident.”

Nodding, you continued to let your hands move higher caressing his thighs. You looked at him through your lashes.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

You slipped down to the floor easily finding your place between his legs.

He nodded. “Yeah but I’m enjoying the sight of you.” His lips curled. “Between my legs, is the perfect place for you.”

“I enjoy being here.” You felt good.

*****

“He was creepy as fuck. But we’ll get him. No one breaks my fucking arm.”

Your stomach churned, in a bad way. From the sounds of it, this Munch guy, had issues. He didn’t seem to care.

This was not good, his tip tickled the back of your throat. It made tears prickle your eyes. You had to distract yourself from what you heard. You worried for Gator. This man sounded more terrifying then Roy.

You hollowed your lips taking him deeper. Easily you controlled your breathing. Your brushed up against the wiry curls that nestled his base. His length, how it felt as he slid between your lips made ache and need increase between your legs.

Hearing a moan breaking his lips you glanced up at from under your lashes at him. Your excitement soaked your panties. His head was thrown back, eyes closed and his lips were parted. His breathing shallowed. The slicked back strands became unruly.

You slid him from your mouth with a pop. Still holding him. “You going to last Gator?” Your lips grazing his tip as you spoke. “Last time, you came uncontrollably on me and in my mouth.”

You hummed thoughtfully as you just sucked on his tip. You could feel as his body tightened.

“Oh, I can last tulip

His moans grew louder. You moaned yourself around his length as you felt his good hand, his fingers nestled in your hair, gently pulling.

“Even now, you are going to smart mouth me.” Glancing at him, you saw that his lids had grown heavy, his eyes half closed as they met yours. His fingers tightened making you whimper louder around his hard length.

“Do I need to shove my cock down your throat so you choke on it?” His voice had grown even raspier.

It elicited pleasure from you, making you moan at his words. They fueled you desire. You increased your pace as you bobbed up and down his length. Taking him deeper, some salvia and spit escaped your mouth, wetting the wiry dark curls.

A chuckle, came from him. “Aw, there you go. No smart words.”

His fingers caressed where they laid on your head. You pressed your thighs together. You longed to reach down and give yourself some relief. But you didn’t dare. He deserved this after what that psychopath did to him.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck.” He mumbled above you, he trembled. “Don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you..” His words trailed off, only incoherent moans and his harsh breathing could be heard.

A soft sound escaped from you as you felt him shake before he spurting into your mouth. He was tangy and sweet. Eagerly, you took it all. You struggled a bit but managed to swallow it all.

Sighing, you say back on your ankles and licked your lips. You watched as he inhaled deeply, rapidly. His lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he sat up a little straighter, his eyes met yours and a small smile spread across his face.

“Damn,” He licked his lips. “that felt amazing.”

You smiled, you couldn’t stop your self from wiggling where you sat under his gaze. It did little to help your ache.

“Aw, my tulip is all flushed from sucking me off.” His lips curled, as he quickly tucked away his softening member and fastened his trousers. “Aw, did sucking my cock get you all achy and needy baby?”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. “Yes.” Desperation, cloaked your voice.

“As you should be. Come up here and straddle me.” He patted his lap.

Your legs trembled and shook as you rose. You eyed, his broken arm before looking back at him.

“I’ll manage. Now do what I said before I change my mind.” His Adam’s apple bobbed, as he swallowed. “I’m sure I have somewhere I need to be.”

You braced yourself on one of his shoulders as you straddled him.

******

You tucked yourself into the corner of the diner. You had no desire to attempt cooking. Turmoil, churned in your stomach. It had been two days since Gator had been on your doorstep and you kneeled between his legs.

Did he really have that kind of strangle hold on you, that you missed him. Seventy - two hours ago, his name would have not passed your lips and now, your body ached for him.

“Sweetie, you look like you could use some pie.” The waitress said, sweetly and placed a slice of pumpkin in front of you with a heaping of whipped cream.

You smiled up at her. “Thank you, but you shouldn’t have.” Her simple act of kind really stuck you.

Her smile grew warmer. “Halloween, doesn’t have to always have tricks. Sometimes its the treats that mean the most. Now eat up dearie.”

You smiled and nodded. That’s when it hit you, that it was freaking Halloween. How had time passed and it almost slipped by you. You gobbled up the slice as you were stuck with an idea.

******

With a few ooofs and a handful of umpffffs, you carried one of the larger pumpkins from the farm stand to your car. You knew you’d find one, only had taken you about twenty minutes of driving around.

With a few muttered curses you then managed to carry it into your aunt’s house. You finally placed it on large, kitchen table. With a roll of your shoulders you went back closed the front door. A crisp breeze blew in, it sliced right through your hoodie, it made you shiver and pause.

Shoving your hands into the large pocket, you stood there at the clear night. The moon was a silver disk and the stars twinkled. It was the kind of Halloween, you would have wished for when you were younger.

Sighing you finally closed the door. Going over to your laptop, you cued up the hotspot and after a few clicks you found and rented one of your all time favorite horror movies, Halloween. The music still gave you chills when you heard it.

******

Jumping, you looked over at your window. Once again Gator’s tapping on your window.

He covered his mouth laughing. Shaking your head you went to your window. Opening it, you scowled at him.

“Scaring me again, Gator and laughing.” Huffing, you hugged yourself. “I should just let you climb back down and sneak back to your house.”

He held up a copy of Halloween and a flask. Your brow furrowed. “Isn’t that your father’s flask?”

He nodded.

You pressed your lips together.

“Mission accomplished. Now let me in.”

You rolled your eyes. “Alright.” And you stepped aside.

******

That had been the first time whiskey passed your lips. It burned and tingled. It filled the two of you with giggles.

You had thought you were so smooth pushing a towel in the gap between your bedroom door and your floor. You still could feel the relief that you had heard the floorboards creak moments before the knob turned.

Gator and scuttled under your bed. You snapped off the tv and practically leap onto your bed and under your covers before the door had opened.

Your mother’s fingers fluttered across your forehead as you pretended to be fast asleep. You had heard her worry of you being warm. That perhaps, the chill of autumn had taken ahold of you.

She lingered a little longer as she grabbed some clothes you had tossed in haste and with creaking floorboards, she left shutting the door behind her.

Gator, scrambled and pulled himself up and leaned on the edge of you bed. His elbows, dug into your blanket and mattress. That little bit and he made your bed dip.

“Boy, that was close.” He had whispered as one of his hands cradled his cheek.

“It was.” Your heart was beating hard in your chest.

******

As you grabbed grabbed one of the large spoons. You could have sworn you saw something move just beyond the kitchen window. Shaking your head you went back to the pumpkin and soon, began scooping out the seeds and stringy pumpkin bits. Wrinkling your nose, you had forgotten what the inside of a pumpkin smelled like. You went back to scooping.

Distantly, Donald Pleasance’s voice drifted over to you. Wiping your hands on the towel that sat beside the pumpkin you dashed to your laptop to watch one of your favorite scenes from the movie.

“I spent eight years trying to reach him. And then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized what was living behind those boys eyes was purely and simply evil.”

The curtains became transparent as lights flickered and shone on them before the lights snapped off. You could have sworn your heard something. You stilled but swallowing you got up and crept over and peaked out from the edge of the curtain.

A chill ran down your spine as the figure drew closer. They were clad in dark clothes. You barely could make them out their form in the inky black of the night.

Spotting the mask over their face and you gasped, was that a Jack Skellington mask? You couldn’t move. You felt rooted as they walked right over to you. You attempted to back up but your feet wouldn’t move and your hand clutched at your curtain. Your heart picked up speed.

They stopped in front of you, moving their masked face which gave your even further chills they tapped the glass.

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