[CLOSED] make you feel wanted...

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Only if it means that i get to cuddle with you every night." He said with a smile.

Your father.. He had an illegitimate child. His eyes widened and he looked around, then realized it was in his head. She has a family, four kids, a big house on a ranch. 'So you want me to kill them?' He thought, biting his lip, his tongue playing with his lip ring.

Only in the most brutal fashion. I might even give you a kid. 'And reverse this? A baby with ten fingers, ten toes? Zoey's?' He waited, but then everything was silent again.

"Mother fuck." He cursed, gritting his teeth. "I swear, if I could kill him I would."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled. "Of course," She whispered. "You'll have to sweet talk my mother." She nuzzled his neck and shoulder again, gazing at him as he fell quiet. She wondered if he was being spoken to, and remained silent, a hand rubbing his chest absently, already growing familiar with the action.

Her phone was on the counter and she jumped as it began vibrating with an unknown call. She shrank back this time, the same guy as the night before. "Britton..." She mumbled softly, kissing his shoulder, standing on tiptoes to kiss his jaw.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He smiled, trying to shake the voice from his head. "I think I can manage that. We can always pretend I'm eighteen." He said, then felt her lips on his jaw. He squeezed her side.

"What did I tell you about my blood?" He said jokingly, then kissed her softly. He heard her phone going off, and wondered why she had gotten so love-y all of a sudden. "Who's calling?" He asked in a serious tone, his hand running up and down her back.

-her's, but not yours. He gritted his teeth, his normally green eyes starting to darken. Kill them, and I'll think about it. Leave no witnesses.

'You aren't gonna think about shit. You always fuck me over.' He looked down at her, biting his lip. "Seriously. Who's calling, babe?"

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey swallowed, reading over the unsaved number. "The guy from last night.." She mumbled. "The same one from the day I got my tattoo....he won't leave me alone anymore." She ran her teeth over her lower lip. "Just..ignore it," She insisted, but it began to ring again.

Green eyes flickered in agitation and uneasiness, trying to shake the memories of last night as well as the ones about Jason that they ended up surfacing soon after. She huffed softly, hands fidgetting, and moved to reach for the phone unsurely.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt reached over, holding down the 'call end' button until the phone shut off. "I get you today." He said flatly, laying it back on the counter. "And if he wants to take it up with me, he can carry his dumbass over here and take it up with me." He grabbed her hand, pulling her back to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her close, kissing her stomach. He laid his head on her chest, listening to her heart beat.

"He said I have to kill my sister and her family.." He said, rubbing her sides gently. "Promised a kid and to get better. Funny thing is, he never said the kid would be mine. And we both know how he loves to fuck people over, so it's pretty much the grain of salt thing.."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled as he ended the call, allowing him to lead her back to the bedroom, watching him curiously when he kissed her stomach. Absently she ran her fingers through his hair, finding the action soothing. She tensed some at his words.
"But-...she's your sister.." She murmured brokenly, realizing he seemed set on it.

She worked at her jaw, gazing past him at her own thin, smoothly muscled stomach, hesitation crossing her features, eyerows furrowing as she wrapped her arms around him some in their current position. "And...you're gonna do it..?"

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"I'm not doing it for me.. I'm doing it so we can be together.. If he really does stop the damage this cancer is doing, I might have a little more time. I'm not doing it for a kid, or just because. I'm doing it so I can be with you." He wrapped his arms around her, listening to her heart beating.

"Besides, I didn't even know her. He made me kill all the rest of my family.. I'm dying of cancer because I told him no. By the time I actually killed them, it was so bad, the doctors gave me two months. But I outlived that by five years and ten months." He bit his lip, rubbing her back gently. "Why? You don't want me to?"

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"I wanna be with you.." She whispered, heartrate picking up some. "I don't want to imagine you as a killer though..." But he had sold his soul..and he had to do what he was told or pay for it. She knew the rules. "When are you gonna do it..?" She didn't want to leave him, honestly scared to death of never getting a chance to say goodbye. But she didn't think she wanted to be there either.

"I'm sorry he made you do that..and you had to learn by endig up like this.." She swallowed. "If he does stop it, there's always transplants and shit.."

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"I don't know. But you better take care of yourself when I'm gone. I don't wanna come back and see you all beaten up and hurt and stuff. I want to come back to the same pretty girl I left." He looked up at her, running his hands gently up and down her sides. He hated to know she would be left knowing he had killed, that she would have to live with that as well as him.

"I'm not killing because I like it.. I'm killing because I have to. Because I want to know I at least have tomorrow with you." He reached up, stroking her cheek gently.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled faintly. "I'll try and avoid trouble at all costs.." She whispered with a slightly challenging look. Hands touched tenderly at his own as he ran them up and down her sides. "I know you're not killing because you like it," She whispered softly. "I see a better guy than that within you.."

Her eyes seemed torn, afraid of falling in love, or trusting again, but at the same time she was utterly uead over heels. She shifted her weight closer still, and kissed Britton gently on the lips before curling back up against himnwith a soft, unspoken breath.