It’s an hour or so later, lying on one of the many mattresses she has planted through-out the vault for late night jobs—a habit he found cute while also being equally convenient—that he slips up.
While he is no mastermind like she, Herman has managed to train himself into keeping emotions and hurts to himself. If he were to truly lay out his worries and fears before this girl, she would rip and tear at them until they were gaping, festering wounds.
Though it’s now, warm and sweaty and lulled by the sound of vibrating gears and whirring machinery, that Herman let’s his biggest hurt go: he tells her that he loves her.
Kate’s body is a ripple of stiffening muscles upon the low rumble he emits, three words that sound half-hearted and weak from an overly strong orgasm minutes earlier.
He wishes it hadn’t slipped, that she had been asleep when he’d confessed. Even Herman didn’t truly believe that he loved her, though it was close enough to what he truly did feel that… well, he couldn’t just let her think that this wasn’t intensifying for him.
Every time he saw her he felt another part of him breaking.
She finally moves, raking her fingernails pleasantly, gently, through the dark hair at his chest. Kate shifts on top of him, pealing her sweaty cheek from his stomach to stare up at him in an astounding show of pure, untainted curiosity.
Kate’s face devoid of spite is breathtaking, quite literally, for Herman holds his breath as he observes the girl before him.
She looks equal parts exhausted and delicate—deep running circles gaunt her eyes, eyes that shine dully with giant, almost inhuman pupils. Her lips are bitten and swollen, throbbing a deep pink in the soft swell of light shining from behind Herman, where a machine purrs ever wakeful. Her hair is wild with curls, a drop of his semen clinging to the end of a shining ringlet.
Herman reaches for this, pinching the ringlet between a thumb and index finger before brushing the wetness across her chewed bottom lip.
Kate hardly reacts, instead opting to bore her eyes into his in such a way that he stills all movements in a split second.
“Do you really?” Her voice is hoarse and it spreads an eruption of shivers down his spine. She reaches up to trace the line of stubble on his cheek, her expression kind but not lacking a certain strength that captivates him into utter silence. “Or do you see someone else, Manny?”
Herman blinks at her, barely feeling her icy fingers that soothe along his features with chaste care.
“I… Don’t know…”
“Yes, you do, Manny.” When she is not sneering filthy insults and secrets, her voice has her father’s faint, intelligent lilt. It’s beautiful that she allows Herman to hear, the very thought making his eyes sting and cloud with unfallen tears. “Do I truly frighten you?”
He nods, letting his head fall back onto the mattress limply as his heart goes numb. “I don’t think I can… tell you. You already know.”
“I do.” She whispers, kissing at the tears that finally do fall, smoothing his hair back from his sweaty forehead in slow, lingering glides. “I need to hear it, though.”
Criminal 7b/?
While he is no mastermind like she, Herman has managed to train himself into keeping emotions and hurts to himself. If he were to truly lay out his worries and fears before this girl, she would rip and tear at them until they were gaping, festering wounds.
Though it’s now, warm and sweaty and lulled by the sound of vibrating gears and whirring machinery, that Herman let’s his biggest hurt go: he tells her that he loves her.
Kate’s body is a ripple of stiffening muscles upon the low rumble he emits, three words that sound half-hearted and weak from an overly strong orgasm minutes earlier.
He wishes it hadn’t slipped, that she had been asleep when he’d confessed. Even Herman didn’t truly believe that he loved her, though it was close enough to what he truly did feel that… well, he couldn’t just let her think that this wasn’t intensifying for him.
Every time he saw her he felt another part of him breaking.
She finally moves, raking her fingernails pleasantly, gently, through the dark hair at his chest. Kate shifts on top of him, pealing her sweaty cheek from his stomach to stare up at him in an astounding show of pure, untainted curiosity.
Kate’s face devoid of spite is breathtaking, quite literally, for Herman holds his breath as he observes the girl before him.
She looks equal parts exhausted and delicate—deep running circles gaunt her eyes, eyes that shine dully with giant, almost inhuman pupils. Her lips are bitten and swollen, throbbing a deep pink in the soft swell of light shining from behind Herman, where a machine purrs ever wakeful. Her hair is wild with curls, a drop of his semen clinging to the end of a shining ringlet.
Herman reaches for this, pinching the ringlet between a thumb and index finger before brushing the wetness across her chewed bottom lip.
Kate hardly reacts, instead opting to bore her eyes into his in such a way that he stills all movements in a split second.
“Do you really?” Her voice is hoarse and it spreads an eruption of shivers down his spine. She reaches up to trace the line of stubble on his cheek, her expression kind but not lacking a certain strength that captivates him into utter silence. “Or do you see someone else, Manny?”
Herman blinks at her, barely feeling her icy fingers that soothe along his features with chaste care.
“I… Don’t know…”
“Yes, you do, Manny.” When she is not sneering filthy insults and secrets, her voice has her father’s faint, intelligent lilt. It’s beautiful that she allows Herman to hear, the very thought making his eyes sting and cloud with unfallen tears. “Do I truly frighten you?”
He nods, letting his head fall back onto the mattress limply as his heart goes numb. “I don’t think I can… tell you. You already know.”
“I do.” She whispers, kissing at the tears that finally do fall, smoothing his hair back from his sweaty forehead in slow, lingering glides. “I need to hear it, though.”