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Behind The Façade
Author's Note: Okay, I did it. I'm starting my Jekyll/Hyde-inspired MM fic. I promise I will also work on "The Rule Breakage Vacation", I'm still trying to narrow down all my avenues.
Rating: R (For adult content)
Characters/Pairings: Middleman, Wendy, Ida, Noser, Lacey, Tyler, Joe 90, Pip, MM/WW, WW/??, Noser/Lacey
Warnings: This fic will be a bit dark and possibly OOC...blame it on Hyde...Also, this is un-beta-ed. Sorry for any mistakes and thank you to phantmgreeneyes for catching one already! Merci!
Behind The Façade
He watched her among the dancing bodies of the club. She danced with her friends, unaware of his presence. Good. A smirk touched his lips. His eyes were drawn to her hips as they swayed to the beat of techno-remixed song that played through the dance floor, vibrated the metal grate beneath his feet. God, she was sexy and completely unaware of the effect she had on him. Of course, he had always driven those thoughts away, denied their existence. But now…
Now…
He was free…
All bets were off, for nothing could keep her from him. Not her friends, not her pathetic sap of a boyfriend, and certainly not his own sense of good, his sense of right. None of that was a factor in this play. There were only three factors: He was the hunter, she was his prey. And he would claim her for his own…
Hours later, the trio stumbled from the club, laughing and tripping over their own feet as exhaustion weakened their limbs. He followed them, watching as they piled into her car. She was still unaware of him, blissfully happy in her own secure little world.
He made his way to her apartment building. Arriving just before the trio, he slipped into the building and into her apartment. He hid in the darkness, melting away, black on black and watched as she appeared at the top of the stairs. She reached up and undid her hair from its up-do and shook it out. Sighing, she ambled into her room, her hands coming to the hem of her shirt.
His eyes watched intently as she paused, her eyes scanning the room, as if she were suddenly alert. For a moment, he thought he was discovered, and it sent a rush through him. But she rolled her eyes and continued into the room. She lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor.
His eyes were drawn to her black bra, to what was encased in them. Desire took him, savage and strong. But he refrained from acting on that impulse. He wouldn’t take her. Not yet, at least. He watched as she unzipped her skirt and let to fall to the floor. She then moved to the railing that separated her bed room from her art area and snatched up her nightshirt, an extra large JOLLY FATS WEHAWKIN TEMP AGENCY t-shirt.
She moved sluggishly to her bed and collapsed upon it. He watched as she closed her eyes and her chest began to rise and fall in a steady rhythm. Once he was sure she was asleep, he moved from his place in the shadows and approached her bed.
A smirk touched his lips again at how peaceful she looked. He reached out and touched her cheek. She stirred slightly under his touch, but didn’t wake. Soon, he would reveal himself to her. Soon, he would have her. Soon, she would be his.
“Soon,” he whispered.
His fingers trailed down her cheek, to her jaw line, then to her throat. He let his hand splay across throat. She still slept, undisturbed by his hand. He removed his hand and crept out of her apartment via the fire escape. He reached the ground and sighed. Dawn was on the horizon.
In the alley below, he looked back up to her window.
“Soon, my love.” He said, turning and walking out of the alley.
Rating: R (For adult content)
Characters/Pairings: Middleman, Wendy, Ida, Noser, Lacey, Tyler, Joe 90, Pip, MM/WW, WW/??, Noser/Lacey
Warnings: This fic will be a bit dark and possibly OOC...blame it on Hyde...Also, this is un-beta-ed. Sorry for any mistakes and thank you to phantmgreeneyes for catching one already! Merci!
Behind The Façade
He watched her among the dancing bodies of the club. She danced with her friends, unaware of his presence. Good. A smirk touched his lips. His eyes were drawn to her hips as they swayed to the beat of techno-remixed song that played through the dance floor, vibrated the metal grate beneath his feet. God, she was sexy and completely unaware of the effect she had on him. Of course, he had always driven those thoughts away, denied their existence. But now…
Now…
He was free…
All bets were off, for nothing could keep her from him. Not her friends, not her pathetic sap of a boyfriend, and certainly not his own sense of good, his sense of right. None of that was a factor in this play. There were only three factors: He was the hunter, she was his prey. And he would claim her for his own…
Hours later, the trio stumbled from the club, laughing and tripping over their own feet as exhaustion weakened their limbs. He followed them, watching as they piled into her car. She was still unaware of him, blissfully happy in her own secure little world.
He made his way to her apartment building. Arriving just before the trio, he slipped into the building and into her apartment. He hid in the darkness, melting away, black on black and watched as she appeared at the top of the stairs. She reached up and undid her hair from its up-do and shook it out. Sighing, she ambled into her room, her hands coming to the hem of her shirt.
His eyes watched intently as she paused, her eyes scanning the room, as if she were suddenly alert. For a moment, he thought he was discovered, and it sent a rush through him. But she rolled her eyes and continued into the room. She lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor.
His eyes were drawn to her black bra, to what was encased in them. Desire took him, savage and strong. But he refrained from acting on that impulse. He wouldn’t take her. Not yet, at least. He watched as she unzipped her skirt and let to fall to the floor. She then moved to the railing that separated her bed room from her art area and snatched up her nightshirt, an extra large JOLLY FATS WEHAWKIN TEMP AGENCY t-shirt.
She moved sluggishly to her bed and collapsed upon it. He watched as she closed her eyes and her chest began to rise and fall in a steady rhythm. Once he was sure she was asleep, he moved from his place in the shadows and approached her bed.
A smirk touched his lips again at how peaceful she looked. He reached out and touched her cheek. She stirred slightly under his touch, but didn’t wake. Soon, he would reveal himself to her. Soon, he would have her. Soon, she would be his.
“Soon,” he whispered.
His fingers trailed down her cheek, to her jaw line, then to her throat. He let his hand splay across throat. She still slept, undisturbed by his hand. He removed his hand and crept out of her apartment via the fire escape. He reached the ground and sighed. Dawn was on the horizon.
In the alley below, he looked back up to her window.
“Soon, my love.” He said, turning and walking out of the alley.