008. RELAX, BAMBI 

Knocking on the door, Harry leaned his body against the wall, allowing his eyes to scan the small area.

A charming welcome mat that said, "FUCK OFF" and a dead plant on the ground beside it. Both items seemed extremely fitting for her - he expected nothing less. The light flickered in the distance and provided no help in illuminating the hallway. With the headache it started to give him, it was better off not being on at all.

As quickly as the front door opened, Rory went to swing it shut upon seeing his face. Unfortunately for her, Harry was fast and blocked the door from slamming shut.

"I have people over!"

He scoffed. "Nice try. We both know that's not true."

"Fine," she sighed, "But, I still have four days! This isn't fair!"

He pushed his hand against the door, prying it open further. "Relax, Bambi," he gruffed, stepping into her apartment. "I'm not here to kill you."

"Then why are you-" she cut herself off at the sight of him. Bruising and fresh blood was evident on the side of his face, the sight reminding her of the man she saw strapped to the chair a few nights ago. Swallowing her fear, she asked, "What happened?"

Harry was too busy looking at every inch of her bare front entry to answer her right away. "Nothing," he finally answered, adding a nonchalant shrug.

"God, you really are a maniac, aren't you?"

Maniac - that was a new nickname from her, he thought to himself.

Rory turned to walk away from him but was stopped by Harry grabbing hold of her wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I have a medical kit in the bathroom," she said, furrowing her brow at his confused glance. "To clean up the blood that's dripping down your face!"

He pulled her close. The scent of vanilla she always smelled like was intoxicating to him - in all the best ways. "If you want to do that, you gotta lick it up, sweetheart."

Harry prided himself on being someone who was never caught off-guard; on knowing his opponent's steps twenty moves ahead of what they had already planned. But what he never expected was for the vixen in front of him to take his comment to heart. The warmth of her tongue pressed against his jaw and ran up along the side of his face.

Bambi's doe-eyed glance met his and an innocent smile curved onto her lips. "You said to lick-"

Harry silenced her with a kiss and guided her body, roughly pushing her back against the front door. He could taste traces of his own blood on her tongue. A groan escaped, reminded of the wetness that lingered on his skin.

He was glad he didn't show up tonight with the intention to kill her. If Harry was being honest with himself, he had no answers as to why he was even here. There was an unexplainable yearning for her that pressed at the back of his mind. And before he had the chance to force it away, he found himself at her door.

The pain of slamming her head against the wood was a welcomed feeling. His kisses were wet and sloppy, moving from her mouth to go along her jaw and down her neck.

Pulling back, Rory was a whimpering mess underneath him as she attempted to regain control over her breathing. Mixed with the way her skin flushed as his eyes roamed over her attire, it wasn't an easy task for the poor Bambi.

"Why did you stop?" The question shocked them both, but Rory more - desiring his touch wasn't part of her plan.

"Just wanted to get a good look at you for a second," he whispered, running the palm of his hand up her bare thigh. In a pair of grey cotton pyjama shorts and an old shirt from her high school, he was taken aback by how beautiful she looked without even trying. "And say hi since I got a bit distracted when I first walked in."

Her tongue swiped across her bottom lip. "Hi."

"Hi, Rory."

The sound of her name took her by surprise; he could tell by the quiet gasp he heard. He wondered if she even knew that happened or if it was an automatic response. Either way, he enjoyed the hint of pleasure she got from something as simple as hearing her own name.

"Is there more you wanted to say?"

Resting his hand on her hip, an amused chuckle left his lips. "No. That was all. Is there something you would like to say?"

She shook her head.

"Is there something..." his voice trailed off as he dipped his head, brushing his lips against hers, "...you would like me to do?"

She nodded.

"What is it?" he toyed, grasping her chin, "Use your words, Bambi."

Any thoughts she had faded when Harry rested his thumb on her bottom lip. There was nothing else she could think of aside from parting her lips and sucking on the digit. A jolt of pleasure flowed through his body, feeling her tongue wrap around and watching her cheeks hollow. But the moment her innocent eyes looked up at him, paired with the way she rocked her mouth back and forth, Harry nearly lost it.

Regaining control of his urges, he slowly slid out from her mouth. Swiping it against her lips, he wiped his thumb clean from her spit, using the skin of her cheek.

Rory stared at him, her eyes running wild as her back remained pressed against the door. Desires they had for each other were screaming in the silence that neither wanted to interrupt. When the two were alone, Rory felt her mind was calm. Maybe it was the same he made her unknowingly feel. Or maybe it was because she was finally in a room with someone that was crazier than her.

She wanted to savour the peace for a few more moments, but her mind was quick to betray her; she could never be allowed to have what she wanted.

Peace wasn't a state of mind that was for someone like her.

Harry knew that all too well.

"What do you want, Bambi?"

Attempting to provide relief to her dry mouth, she licked her lips. "You," she whispered.

The look in her eyes gave Harry all he needed to close the remaining distance between them. She wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping him close. Feeling one of his hands slip under her worn shirt, the other went to the back of her thigh, lifting it off the ground and bending it slightly.

"Bedroom?" he managed in between kisses, moving his attention to her neck.

"Down the..." she gasped, feeling his teeth sink into her skin, "Down the hall."

Harry pulled back and looked over his shoulder to locate where he had to go. Placing his hands firmly under her bottom, he instructed her, "Jump Bambi."

Doing just as he asked, she secured her arms tightly around his neck and legs around his waist. She felt like a character in one of those romance movies getting taken to her bedroom this way. Rory knew the two of them were far from a romantic tale - but she still couldn't help but make the comparison.

They weren't about to go make love - they weren't even about to fuck out of like. It was only built on lust and desire. No emotion.

After all, this was Harry and Rory.

Kicking open her bedroom door with his foot, he tossed her onto the mattress without much of a care.

Standing at the edge of the bed, his cock hardened the moment he was met with the innocent look from her hazel eyes and a simple request. "You're going to choke me tonight, right?"

"Would you like me to?"

She nodded with a pleased grin.

"You enjoyed it, Bambi?"

"I've been thinking about your hand around my neck since the first night we met," she whispered. "Do you know when I think about it the most?"

"Tell me."

"When I touch myself late at night," she purred, "and I'm just about to cum. I wrap my own hand around my neck and pretend it's yours."

Harry had to give himself a moment to collect his thoughts, ensuring the dirtiest ones that came to mind were tamed before he made his way to her. He sensed her eager eyes watching as he discarded items from his pockets onto her dresser - his keys, a wad of cash, the watch off his wrist, and the item that made her almost cum right on the spot. His gun.

Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she got onto her knees as he stalked towards the bed.

A hunter heading straight for his prey. And his little Bambi was more than willing to be captured by him.

Harry removed his jacket, uncovering the red stains on the material underneath. Pulling the cotton shirt up and over his head, Rory noticed the marks across his torso.

The tattoos she had never fully seen before were now paired with blood and bruises.

"Is this how you always look?" she asked him with a coy smile.

He ran his fingers through his long locks, tousling it to one side. "It can be if you like it."

A twisted side of her did. It was something she hadn't fully explored in herself. But she thought he was the perfect type of guy to bring it out of her.

Rory didn't understand why the thought of him killing someone a handful of days ago constantly replayed in her mind - not out of fear, but out of intrigue. She didn't think about the innocent man that was now dead. Her thoughts went to the way he cleaned the fresh blood off her skin with his fingers and licked it like it was a treat. Something inside her craved the thought of him showing up at her door with unexplained blood and injuries, and wanting her. She didn't know it, but she was his reward for the night.

Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to his bare skin below his navel. Her large doe-eyes - a part of her that he hated to admit he adored - looked up at him. Harry was expecting her to remove his belt. But she had other plans - she wanted to clean him the way he had instructed her to.

Pressing her flattened tongue against his skin, she ran it up the middle of his stomach.

"You're something else, aren't you?"

Lips parting to reply with an answer, she was quickly distracted by the red on his torso. Rory raised a brow, inspecting his skin closer. The blood continued to pool and drip down his skin - it was worse than what he had on his face. She reached her arm back towards her side table and turned on the lamp.

"What are you doing, Bambi?"

Her eyes were wide, focused on the gash on his side. "Harry," she whispered, resisting the urge to touch. "Harry, I think I have to take you to the hospital."

"Don't be dramatic. It's fine."

"That's not fucking fine, Harry. It's really deep. I think you need stitches."

He let out a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can't go to the hospital."

"Now who's being dramatic. You'll be fine-"

"No, Bambi," he gruffed, gripping her jaw. "I can't go somewhere where they might start asking questions."

Her breath hitched. "Oh. Right." She chewed her bottom lip. "Do you want me to?"

"You think you can fix this up?"

Rory nodded.

"Good," he said, nodding to her bathroom. "Go get your little medical kit then."

awww. their version of romance is so cute... right guys? right?