Perfect Assassins

I met up with the pair as they left the room, and I moved past them to go and grab the car. I was excited to have Krissy back at home, but I also knew that she would probably be more excited.

~Time Skip~

Krissy:

I had my head resting on Michaels chest as we watched some random move on the TV. It had been three days since I had left the hospital. I had stayed mostly in bed or on the couch. They fed me mush, though Michael was more contentious about the taste than Kyle was.

I rubbed her side, my eyes focused on the movie on screen. With her being bored and rather clingy the cases I had put in the basement still remained there unopened. I wanted to get to them, to take care of the things inside so that I could keep my promise of being done.

Krissy:

I turned my face into his chest and breathed in his scent. I was getting restless. I had slowly been regaining my strength and today I felt more energized than I had since I was stabbed. I peaked up to look at Michaels face.

I felt her eyes on me and I looked down, my eyebrows raised in a questioning manner. "Yes my beloved?"

Krissy:

“I was just thinking…” I said softly, watching his face. I inched up and pressed my lips to his gently.

I looked at her in surprise before my eyes closed and I kissed her back softly.

Krissy:

I had my chest to his, resting most of my weight on him. My hand crept up to curl in his hair, while I pressed my lips against his with a little more hunger.

I made a happy noise but I did the smart thing and pulled back. "Baby...are you sure your up for this?" It was a bit distracting to have her chest pressed up against mine, and her lips to mine. But a part of me was still functioning.

Krissy:

“Hush.” I said softly, kissing up his jawline slowly.

"If you do want this, we should go someplace more private then the couch in the living room." I told her, as I tilted my head to give her access to my neck.

Krissy:

I smiled and climbed off of him, getting to my feet and holding my hand out to him.

I got up and instead of taking her hand I scooped her up and carried her bridal style towards our room.

Krissy:

I giggled softly anou wound my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek as he carried me.

When I got her to the room I laid her on the bed, crawling onto the bed to lean over her and kiss her hungrily.

Krissy:

I kissed him back with just as much desire, wrapping my arms around his back to pull him closer to me.

I moved so I was laying on top of her, tilting my head into the kiss.

Krissy:

I wrapped one leg around him and moved the other to rub against his. My hands went to the hem of his shirt in back and started pulling it up.

I started tugging up her own shirt, while pressing my hips to hers.

Krissy:

I broke the kiss and paused moving my hands over his. “Wait…” I said with a sigh.

I paused and pulled myself off of her, sitting up straight.

Krissy:

I sighed again and sat up. I could feel my heart beat heavily all throughout my body. “It’s just that I’m all bandaged up… It’s not sexy…” I said softly.

I paused and then laughed softly. I leaned forward and cupped her face into my hands. "If I really cared about that, do you think I would have fallen in love with you? How often are you injured my love?" I shook my head and grabbed her shirt and tugged it up until it was off. I put a finger on her breast bone, "I don't care if you are covered head to toe in bandages. I would still gladly do everything I could to make you happy. To appeal to your wants....your desires..."

Krissy:

I blushed faintly and hugged myself around the middle, covering up the bandages as best I could. “But it’s ugly… And whats underneath it is even uglier.”

"Do you think I am that vain?" I asked softly, pulling back from her.