PRIVATE &&. HIGHLY SELECTIVE serial killer indie oc // written by JENNA
IN THE NIGHT
you’re in love with a knife fight
and his LIPS taste like gunpowder.
his h e a r t is a battlefield demanding
attention, his mind a dismantled tragedy,
but his love is like the whole world electric
and the sun laid at your feet.
i'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you i don't give a f u c k about you anyways —— !! whoever said i gave a shit 'bout you? you never share your toys or communicate i guess i'm just a play date to you —— !!
“ and YOU sound suicidal, ” katherine would respond. though o n e of her hands had become curious, touching and FEELING as she spoke. “ it was talk about murdering somebody. how is that BORING ? ” with a slight smirk, the brunette drew her hand a w a y from patrick in order to pull the zipper of the front of her shirt down.
❝ someone has a temper. ❞ he replied easily, tone veiled with more mockery than necessary, as per usual. curious hues watched her fingers move away from him and settling on her zipper, pearly whites quickly settling to dig further onto his lesser lip as he continued to watch her. ❝ wasn’t talking ‘bout that. petty little school girlkisses aren’t my thing. ❞
perhaps she’d just picture somebody else, somewhere else – – perhaps that’s why she found it so EASY to let her legs fall apart, to let him c l o s e r until her knees could rest against patrick’s sides. her hands on his jaw kept him NEAR, though katherine didn’t let it bother her that she was under the INFLUENCE and nearly allowing him to take a d v a n t a g e of the situation. and her. “ you got quiet. ”
his already clouded judgement paired with the sudden surge of recklessness didn’t really result in much good – mostly just careless groping and almost too lazy returning movements of his lips. he pulled back as soon as her words filled the space between them, an eyebrow quirked in her direction. ❝ you got boring. ❞
“ and what if i wanna mind …. FUCK you, huh ? you r e a l l y think you’d be able to STOP me if i wanted to ? ” katherine’s lips, just touching patrick’s as she spoke directly to him, soon THREATENED to twist into a smile. she avoided this, however. she was in favour of pressing her mouth back d o w n on his, movements slow and somewhat sloppy. did she have half a mind to invest in caring ? hardly. though INSTEAD of sitting atop of his lap, katherine chose to pull patrick d o w n onto her as her back flattened against the couch.
there was a brief moment of hesitation upon letting his almost needy brims move against her’s, a flash of thought that held a notion for him to get his head straight& run out the room as fast as he could. the act itself didn’t seem healthy let alone … safe, since one half of the action consisted of her. but he pushed the thought aside, seeming to only let his eyes shut to a close without another thought. he fell slowly as she tugged him, inching his figure even closer to hers as he did.
it’s like he’s trying to consume her anger … the humor only falling past DEAF ears as optics scan him ; gathering an overview for whatever may come next. ❝ my lying skills are immaculate, thank you very much, so no, no one has EVER told me that. ❞ crimson’s lips part ; seeking the RIGHT words to say before she snaps. ALWAYS SHORT TEMPERED. ❝ ye’ probably not any better, pal. you probably fight like a nine year old girl anyway —DON’T FUCKIN’ get me started. ❞
❝ bet they told you ‘ya yous some bad shit too, huh? – that’s cute. ❞ amusement would be just one of the many words he’d use to describe himself at the very moment, eyebrows arched to the female with a lazy smirk curling up the edges of pale brims. she might actually made him LAUGH. ❝ got a mean right hook, lady. i’d ask if y’wanna check it out but i ain’t for makin’ pretty girls cry. ‘m not a monster. ❞
“ it’s NOT, ” kat responded, eyes closed and fingertips tapping away at patrick’s thigh. “ i was entertaining you with the possibility of a GRAND philosophical discussion. ” how good katherine was at babbling bullshit when she was on d r u g s and speaking with such a charming tongue. with a HUFF, the brunette pushed herself up, a hand lazily placed on the nape of her company’s neck. she’d kiss him, then. with no intent of it ever being more than a physical action. with no reservations as a result of her selfishness. she’d speak against his mouth, eyes still pressed firmly shut, “are you encouraging murder, patrick ? ”
❝ i’ll pass. discussions with you don’t always lead me in the most advantageous position. ❞ he paused. ❝ find some other doe-eyed boy to mind fuck. new prospects are always fun. ❞ he muttered, feeling the breath edging up his throat fall into a hitch at her sudden all-too-close proximity. his lips parted as if it were on instinct, & maybe it was – he just hoped she didn’t have the satisfaction of knowing he was completely at her mercy. ❝ & if i am ? what’s it to you? ❞
“ i’m BORED, ” she’d announce, falling into the lap of her company. COMING DOWN was proving to be time-consuming, and being both horny and t i r e d wasn’t working in her favour. “ i’m contemplating the complexities of LIFE and a serious moral question – – if something’s MAKING you want to commit homicide, do you give in and face the music ; or do you try to hold off and allow yourself to DIE in the process ? ”
❝ & that’s my problem how, again ? ❞ his seemingly endless stream of complaints might further develop but his actions weren’t showing any signs of exasperation that his tone apparentlyvoiced. he was getting … SOFT. was it her? – … well, whatever it was, he was thoroughly& inexplicably FUCKED. ( not in a good way, too. ) ❝ do you even need to ask? you GIVE IN, duh. ‘s stupid to even think twice. if somethin’ ‘s pissin’ you off, run a knife through it & job’s done. easy fuckin’ peasy. ❞
“ — mhm, makes PERFECT sense … if i was a fuckin’ caveman. c’mon, you ( know ) i won’t do shit ! i may be violent at TIMES—— but i don’t exactly have the PHYSICAL STRENGTHto injure someone.” slight downfall ; she does have the physical strength and will power to do EXACTLY that. she’s done it before,WHY not do it again?
almost letting a snort fall at her comment, he opted for the curt roll of his grey optics, soon followed by a rather … MOCKING scoff but hey;what’s new? ❝ you’re a shit liar, anyone ever told ‘ya that ? ❞ patrick pursed his lips into a thin line, hues boring into her own. ❝ if y’wanna do bad shit, at least own up t’it. you actually give the once negative phrase ‘ y’hit like a fuckin’ chick ‘ a whole new meanin’. ❞
“ you know, it’d be easier to come in separately. but … i don’t think ‘m gonna be that worried about being inconspicuous. ”
❝ well, you can come ‘round front & i’ll go ‘round back or somethin’. we’ll flip for it. being inconspic - whatever is a good thing, though, isn’t it? – … unless, y’know, ‘ya ‘wanna go in with a BANG. ❞ no pun intended.
IN SPITE of feeling sick to her stomach, séverine couldn’t help but feel – rather relaxed. a wave of peace. though it was soon overtaken by logic. patrick needed to be cleaned up – or, or … well, it wasn’t as if the pink haired princess was going to be liable for any of it, really. should the bloodied up boy be arrested for murder … it was no skin off sev’s back.
“ you should get in the shower. and i’ll get some of my brother’s clothes. don’t … drip anywhere. ” you could help him. or ring the police.
❝ you’re welcome, by the way. ❞ the taller quipped, cloudy hues rolling as he brushed himself off as if murder was barely anything but a walk around the park. – ; FIGURES. ❝ i don’t do this shit for free, by the way. this ain’t just from the goodness of my own heart. ❞ he peeled his tainted garments off of his form, quickly discarding them over the body below them & made his way towards the bathroom only clad in his, for lack of a better word, LAME batman boxer-briefs. – … fuckin’ NERD.
he’s barely able to muster a response from parted lips, hands are firmly locked around the older male’s neck as tucker really has no intentions on letting go. petite fingers ( & thighs alike) are tensing with every passing second – soft whines passing past chapped brims. ❝ est que papa droit ? – – ❞ his head tilts, giving the older male much easier access to the skin he’s dying to get to. ❝ mais je ne suis pas caler .. viens , laisse- moi jouir pour vous.❞
❝ vous avez toujours été jolie, babygirl. ❞ patrick mouthes against the skin, resting one free hand over tucker’s defining hips, edging him closer to his figure. lingering lips ghosted over the younger’s own, leaning in further only to nip at his jawline, hips rising to just barely meet the other’s in a slow, grinding motion. ❝ me dire combien vous voulez jouir, et peut-être je vais reconsidérer. ❞
