It was a knock at the door that tore the criminal from her sleep. Had her falling out of dream state and drew a slurred growl from lips still smeared from last night's lipstick. "Fuck off," she grumbled under her breath, her head lifting and turning only to fall heavily back to the pillow tucked between her and her arms. But the knocking didn't cease, seeming to be persistent even if it was just a light rapping.
A slow, rough sigh poured from her nose as her head rose from the pillow. Eyes squinted from sleep peered to the bedroom doorway of the small apartment. Movement beside her caught her attention and a hand painted with chipped polish lashed out to strike the shoulder of the man with an open palm. "Wake the fuck up, and get the fuck out," she growled to him. She didn't like her guests to stay through the morning. She wasn't much of a hospitable woman.
Her hands slid over the tousled sheets to catch her balance, pushing herself up to hands and knees as her head hung between the poised arms. A long curtain of obsidian drifted over the pillow, clean but tousled from sleep and the previous night's endeavors. The man beside her started, delayed in his reaction as he pushed himself up on propped elbows. Eyes squinted as he looked around the room then to the woman grumpily backing up off the bed. "Morning already?" Came the slurred, groggy words from his mutually lipstick smeared mouth.
"Yes. And you've overstayed your welcome," standing to her feet now as she wasn't hearing the knocking on the door any longer. But she heard the clink of the metal letter-slot set in the door, the slid of paper to the linoleum walkway at the front door. Stark naked, she turned toward the vanity and bent down with a palm pressed to the stand. Catching a good look at herself, she didn't feel ashamed of what she saw. A distant look was there, but it could pass as she just hadn't had her cup o' joe yet. Her fingers brushed roughly over those smeared lips, wiping at the smudge of red there.
"So, that's it, huh?" Came the gruff voice behind her, the rustle of sheets as a glance in the mirror told her he was getting out of the bed. The jingle of metal and the ruffling of jeans as he put on his pants. "Do I even get your number? Wouldn't mind another shot."
She gave up on her attempts to fix her make up, she'd take care of it in the shower. Her fingers raked through those tousled waves of onyx as she turned, hitched by the knots until she fought as many as she could to smooth it. Her lips pursed as she made a slow approach to the man, a man she couldn't even remember the name of. He watched her hips sway in her gait, the bottom lip of his mouth tucked between his teeth as if he was anticipating a round two.
He had height on her, a good half a foot as she was no more than 5'7 in frame, so she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. There was a look on her face that told him what he hoped might just be true, even as her fingers slid over the expanse of his bare chest and her curved frame pressed fast to his. She was lingering, giving him a smile that was corrosive yet endearing. Her head tilted as she looked up at him, pressing some of her weight against him. Mint green eyes that were as cold as could be locked onto his. "Babe, the only shot I'll ever give you again..." she whispered, the tone of her voice held a hint of seduction laced with acid. "Is between the eyes," whispered even softer than the first, her head tilting to seem affectionate as she let those words sink in to the man's sleep-ridden and partially intoxicated brain while her nose nudged his chin.
Her palms flattened against his pectorals, giving him a rough shove back as she changed her tune in a blink of an eye. Any note of seduction was flipped like a switch as she turned toward the doorway, snatching her satin robe from the hook on the door. Her fingers clutched the collar of the robe, sliding along to get a hold so she could swing it around and over her arms. Hands dipped beneath that curtain of black tresses, flipping her hair out from where they were tucked beneath the fabric of the robe. "I'm sure you can find the door on your own." She ignored the man as he cursed her with every terrible name in the book, leaving him to get dressed alone.
A slow, rough sigh poured from her nose as her head rose from the pillow. Eyes squinted from sleep peered to the bedroom doorway of the small apartment. Movement beside her caught her attention and a hand painted with chipped polish lashed out to strike the shoulder of the man with an open palm. "Wake the fuck up, and get the fuck out," she growled to him. She didn't like her guests to stay through the morning. She wasn't much of a hospitable woman.
Her hands slid over the tousled sheets to catch her balance, pushing herself up to hands and knees as her head hung between the poised arms. A long curtain of obsidian drifted over the pillow, clean but tousled from sleep and the previous night's endeavors. The man beside her started, delayed in his reaction as he pushed himself up on propped elbows. Eyes squinted as he looked around the room then to the woman grumpily backing up off the bed. "Morning already?" Came the slurred, groggy words from his mutually lipstick smeared mouth.
"Yes. And you've overstayed your welcome," standing to her feet now as she wasn't hearing the knocking on the door any longer. But she heard the clink of the metal letter-slot set in the door, the slid of paper to the linoleum walkway at the front door. Stark naked, she turned toward the vanity and bent down with a palm pressed to the stand. Catching a good look at herself, she didn't feel ashamed of what she saw. A distant look was there, but it could pass as she just hadn't had her cup o' joe yet. Her fingers brushed roughly over those smeared lips, wiping at the smudge of red there.
"So, that's it, huh?" Came the gruff voice behind her, the rustle of sheets as a glance in the mirror told her he was getting out of the bed. The jingle of metal and the ruffling of jeans as he put on his pants. "Do I even get your number? Wouldn't mind another shot."
She gave up on her attempts to fix her make up, she'd take care of it in the shower. Her fingers raked through those tousled waves of onyx as she turned, hitched by the knots until she fought as many as she could to smooth it. Her lips pursed as she made a slow approach to the man, a man she couldn't even remember the name of. He watched her hips sway in her gait, the bottom lip of his mouth tucked between his teeth as if he was anticipating a round two.
He had height on her, a good half a foot as she was no more than 5'7 in frame, so she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. There was a look on her face that told him what he hoped might just be true, even as her fingers slid over the expanse of his bare chest and her curved frame pressed fast to his. She was lingering, giving him a smile that was corrosive yet endearing. Her head tilted as she looked up at him, pressing some of her weight against him. Mint green eyes that were as cold as could be locked onto his. "Babe, the only shot I'll ever give you again..." she whispered, the tone of her voice held a hint of seduction laced with acid. "Is between the eyes," whispered even softer than the first, her head tilting to seem affectionate as she let those words sink in to the man's sleep-ridden and partially intoxicated brain while her nose nudged his chin.
Her palms flattened against his pectorals, giving him a rough shove back as she changed her tune in a blink of an eye. Any note of seduction was flipped like a switch as she turned toward the doorway, snatching her satin robe from the hook on the door. Her fingers clutched the collar of the robe, sliding along to get a hold so she could swing it around and over her arms. Hands dipped beneath that curtain of black tresses, flipping her hair out from where they were tucked beneath the fabric of the robe. "I'm sure you can find the door on your own." She ignored the man as he cursed her with every terrible name in the book, leaving him to get dressed alone.