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[specialmonster]

After their tryst inside of his shop, he did not show up at her club again. But he had ended up another club that evening and on the news the next morning was the report of missing blonde stripper, this one named Nikki Sanders. They reported to once again having no leads to the murderer. And as far as he was concerned, they would never have any

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[electrocutesy]

After their lunch date, and subsequent fuck in his shop, Elle had gone home to shower and change out of her dress, the soft fabric tucked away for some skimpy lingerie set

[specialmonster]

"I hope you like Chinese," He offered with a smile as she opened the door. Not that he was particularly worried about it or anything. After all, who didn't like Chinese? Okay, so a few people in the world probably didn't, but they were just flukes.

None the less he leaned in, pressing a small, soft kiss against her lips in greeting. That's what people did when they were seeing someone, right? It had been so long, he wasn't sure of what the social cues were anymore. Not that he had ever been that good with them. His other relationships had all been few and far between, and most of them very short lived.

He pulled away after a moment or two, stepping past her and inside of the apartment now. He was glad that they had arranged to meet here again, it was much nicer and bigger than his own place. Besides, his TV was small and outdated and he didn't even have cable. Not to mention that his home was really his domain, and he wasn't quite ready to let her inside of it yet.

"So what shows have you picked out for us to watch?"

[electrocutesy]

She did like Chinese food. Who didn't? And her heart fluttered a little in her chest as his mouth pressed against hers. She wasn't expecting it--the kiss or the flutter, but she responded all the same, smiling just a little and kissing him just as gently back. "I love Chinese food," she assured him, reaching to take his bag and be a good hostess. She closed the door behind him and made her way up the stairs ahead of him, her eyes lingering on him as long as possible.

She liked looking at him. She could now, as much as she wanted, right?

"We're in luck. There's a Real World marathon on tonight before the season finale," she said, her voice lilting and just a little bit mocking. She wouldn't call it luck, per se.

[specialmonster]

"Lucky us," He drawled in a sarcastic tone. He wasn't at all looking forward to the actual shows. He wasn't a fan of regular television much let alone reality television which was so unstimulating that he could feel his brain cells shrivel up and die at every minute spent watching it.

But he'd be watching with her, at least. So maybe it wouldn't be so bad.