Walking through town is quite scary / and not very sensible either
In the empty silence of the apartment, the sound of the door crashing open rung like a gunshot. Two bodies shoved through the opening. The first, a woman backpedalled quickly, nearly tripping over a stack of magazines and a scattering of electrical cords while her consort followed close behind. In the dim light cast from the hallway, he saw her lips part in a grin.
“Shut the door, idiot.”
He swung and caught the edge of the wood, hurling it closed with as much intensity as it opened. Before he could turn completely, she caught the edge of his shirt, pulling him with her.
“Come on.” She beckoned. He slipped his arms beneath hers, pushing her up against the kitchenette cupboards adjacent to the domicile’s entryway. Pressing his lips to her neck, kissing a trail to her earlobe, each parting of skin punctuated with hot, needy breaths. He could feel her body close, the rise and fall of her small breasts, could feel her nipples erect as his hands found their way beneath the thin fabric of her shirt before pulling it away entirely. She deftly worked as the buttons of his jeans, slipping her fingers within, filling her hand with him, hot, warm and she cooed.
“Mmmm…so hard.”
“And who do I have to blame for that, Ash?”
She laughed, “Don’t be so coy, Brian.” Ash squeezed, tugging him closer. “ Just tell me you want to fuck me.”
Brian grunted in pleasure, “Of course I do.”
“You better.” She shoved him backward, smiling. “Blow me away or I’ll have to. Bed’s over there. Strip.”
He finished the job she began and the pants were off in a moment as she matched every step he made toward her bed, losing her clothes with each movement until they both stood bare. She traced her nails over his chest, slightly muscular despite the telling signs of middle age creeping in the lines of his face, a whisper of gray lining his full, dark hair. He reached for her at the same time, strong hands tracing their way up her thighs, slick with lust. Ash moaned, wrapping her arms around his back as he pulled her close. “Goooood.”
Unable to wait any longer, she forced him down onto the bed and lowered herself onto his throbbing member. Brian exhaled sharply as she pulled him deeper, tightening her muscles around his erection. She arched her head back, grinding her hips into his. “Fuck yes. Oh I have been waiting for this all goddamned night.” He tried to rise up against her, but she leaned forward, keeping him down despite her diminutive size as she forced her nails into his chest, using the leverage to swing her butt down harder against his thighs. Again and again, and again.
“Shiiit…” Brian reached out to grab her arms, “…slow down a bit.”
She batted his hands away and dug her nails in the side of his chest even deeper, breaking the skin.
“Christ!” he swore. “That fucking hurts.” She said nothing, only forcing herself down even harder, faster. Rivulets of sweat poured down her face as she felt each thrust beneath her, inside of her, squeezing him with as much force as she could muster. Underneath her nails, blood formed, tiny droplets mixing with Brian’s sweat, sliding down his heaving sides and falling onto the sheets.
“Damn it, Ash…stop!” In response, she dragged her nails upward, gouging him deeper. He cried out in pain. “Fucking bitch! Are you crazy?” Ash only arched her back, grinding her hips down on his, losing herself in the movement. “Jesus Christ, get off of me!” Brian tried to shove her way, but she caught his wrist and twisted it. Painfully.
“Argh! Fuck this.” He swung at her head with his free hand, catching the skin of her face with his ring. The force of the punch knocked her head aside, but he could feel her tighten up on him. A line of blood traced its way down her cheek. Her eyes widened as she turned back toward him, at first he thought in surprise. Brian was too stunned to react, searching his mind for an apology as Ash reached up to touch her face.
A wide grin spread across her face and she shivered with ecstasy on top of him. “Now you’re getting it.”
“Fuck you! Fuck you!”
“That’s what I’m trying to do!”
“You are completely batshit!” he tried to sit up. Balling her fingers into a fist, she hit him squarely in the jaw. He took the hit and reached up for her hips, trying again to force her off. She swung once more, so hard she felt the impact travel up her arm. He dropped solidly to the bed, vision blurring from the impact and a night already soaked with alcohol. As she brought her hips down upon him faster, he protested weakly. “Slow down…slow….awww fuck me.”
She felt it as she pulled away, a warm splash between them, sprinkling her naked stomach and thighs. Sighing in disappointment, she flung herself backward, sprawling out on the bed. He lay stunned from the release of endorphins and adrenaline, fighting to stay conscious.
“Well…shit.” She whispered, reaching over her head to search through the bundle of clothes at the edge of the bed. As she tightened her stomach, pulling herself up, Brian struggled through hazy vision to identify what she held in her hands. A pistol.
“What…what the hell?”
“I did warn you.” She answered matter of factly.
There was the brief whine of a spinning cylinder, a sharp crack and the wet smack of bloody flesh against the wall. Ash swung her legs off the edge of the bed, casually tossing the gun back into the pile of clothes. She grabbed a button up shirt from the closet and slipped her bottoms back on before making her way to the window. Running a hand back through her short, dark hair, she hummed briefly to herself as she gazed at the traffic beneath.
“Honey pie…” she sang “…you’re not safe here…”
Off in the distance, a gout of flame tore its way through the side of skyscraper, raining shards of glass and metal onto pedestrians below.
“… there’s panic on the streets of Carlisle…”