Malicious Lullaby
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- On my knees, in between his legs.
Icy blue eyes flashed over to the rear view mirror to make sure they hadn’t been followed. They went from stealing car to car to never get tailed, they went from city to city, never staying for more than three days. Three days because all it took was three days for them to cause some sort of chaos or calamity. They didn’t do it on purpose. It was simply a desire. They liked to play and they tended to take things to a far more drastic end. It always resulted in the end of someone’s life. But that’s why they were perfect for each other. He’d die for her and he knew she’d do the same. She was his world and together, they could live their little fucked up worlds with each other.
Fifteen states wanted them either dead or alive, it didn’t matter. The number was always increasing daily. It started out just in one state, their hometown state. That’s when they booked it and every state they had been to since, it racked up. Deaths happened. He couldn’t count how many cities or towns in one state they caused mayhem in. Yet with his brains and her beauty, they were unstoppable. He was clever, smart, really good with numbers and was usually always ten steps ahead. Ten was the safe umber. Any more was just perfect luck. Anything less, they would cut it really close. So far, they were fine. They would always be on the run but the way he saw it was they were living their dream of traveling. Seeing places, doing what they wanted and no one could tell them no. He wanted to give the woman he loved everything she wanted. His fucked up little angel.
Strong hands rested casually at the top of the steering wheel and his body lounged back in his seat. Not a bead of sweat out of nervousness or fear was on him. The only sweat on him was because of the fact the car he stole had a broken AC and it was the middle of the summer heat down south where they were driving. Their last stop was Memphis, Tennessee. He was trying to get her to the Big Apple now.
His eyes looked over to her and his right hand moved off the steering wheel and over her leg, giving a gentle squeeze. “I know it’s hot baby. Once this car runs out, I’ll find us a better one. One with air.” His hand moved to her cheek and he stroked it, the rough calluses on his fingers adding a something extra to the entire touch. “I promise.”
“But if you see anyone to pass your time with, let me know.” The tall, black haired young man grinned a toothy grin to the love of his life and his hand traveled back down to her leg, rubbing it gently. “Driving can get boring. Sitting in a car for hours can be even worse. What do you say to some entertainment?” What could he say? He was sick. He was a killer. And he had cravings. The craving he always had? To see the look in her eyes when she did her thing. It was the most beautiful thing in the world to Sullivan Grant.
Fifteen states wanted them either dead or alive, it didn’t matter. The number was always increasing daily. It started out just in one state, their hometown state. That’s when they booked it and every state they had been to since, it racked up. Deaths happened. He couldn’t count how many cities or towns in one state they caused mayhem in. Yet with his brains and her beauty, they were unstoppable. He was clever, smart, really good with numbers and was usually always ten steps ahead. Ten was the safe umber. Any more was just perfect luck. Anything less, they would cut it really close. So far, they were fine. They would always be on the run but the way he saw it was they were living their dream of traveling. Seeing places, doing what they wanted and no one could tell them no. He wanted to give the woman he loved everything she wanted. His fucked up little angel.
Strong hands rested casually at the top of the steering wheel and his body lounged back in his seat. Not a bead of sweat out of nervousness or fear was on him. The only sweat on him was because of the fact the car he stole had a broken AC and it was the middle of the summer heat down south where they were driving. Their last stop was Memphis, Tennessee. He was trying to get her to the Big Apple now.
His eyes looked over to her and his right hand moved off the steering wheel and over her leg, giving a gentle squeeze. “I know it’s hot baby. Once this car runs out, I’ll find us a better one. One with air.” His hand moved to her cheek and he stroked it, the rough calluses on his fingers adding a something extra to the entire touch. “I promise.”
“But if you see anyone to pass your time with, let me know.” The tall, black haired young man grinned a toothy grin to the love of his life and his hand traveled back down to her leg, rubbing it gently. “Driving can get boring. Sitting in a car for hours can be even worse. What do you say to some entertainment?” What could he say? He was sick. He was a killer. And he had cravings. The craving he always had? To see the look in her eyes when she did her thing. It was the most beautiful thing in the world to Sullivan Grant.