Q: PART FOURTEEN

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see anything else but you. Was it your nails digging into my back or the way yours arced when I touched you in places I bet you didn't even know existed. You were looking at me like some hero, like I was your savior. I am. I will be. My lips travelled across your collarbone down to the swelling of your breast and I watched. I watched your eyes close, and your lips part as I slid your thin shirt higher and my lips closed around your breasts. Your hand held my shoulder than my hair. The sounds you were making were making me feral. 

If my hand dipped lower, would I get a louder version? I slid my hand over your naked belly and the only thing in my mind was, "I have you. You need me. We need each other, don't turn away from me." You stopped my hand and brought my hand to your lips. Kissing my palm so softly and then my fingers, and I felt the blood rush to my lower body and it was a strange feeling, but I welcomed it. Do with me as you please, make me yours, but stay.

Stay

Stay.

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I shot up on my bed and groaned. Fuck, this was bad. I never have sexual dreams. I knew pulling me into your arms would make me weak, but you were crying over that dead idiot, son of a bitch still had a hold on you in his grave. I got up and went to the shower and put it in its coldest setting. That was my father's last stupid advice to me about boners. Taking care of myself wasn't worth it, I didn't do sex, it was a weakness. It was going to make me brainless, stupid, and the last thing I needed was to lose my witts over it.

I let the rain fall over me and I smiled. You looked so beautiful in my dream, V. You looked so vulnerable, so in another world. I only imagine as my hands wrap around your throat and squeeze tight enough to have you panicking and have you beg in your arousal. If I could feel your pulse slow down in the palm of my hands. The thought was both beautiful and sadistic, but sadly that was the part of me that I wanted you to know.

I heard you in your room, walking around. This was routine at one in the morning to whatever time, you went through the drawings unveiling each one, and the thought did things to me I couldn't mention. You in a long tee and Nickie pro shorts, that you wear as a pair as pajamas did nothing to stop the itch. The itch to keep you from being seen some other potential heart throb that will have you losing your senses, so since you weren't some country girl swayed by simply flowers and words of affirmation, I needed to be your new it thing. Your new obsession and I needed to do it fast, hence why I was going to act reckless. But I needed to do tons of research before that. 

"Miss Allera!" I shouted. I had never called her by her surname and I think that stunned her enough to open her window opposite mine. You had a small smile of relief that it wasn't some creep calling you. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so formal."

"It's one in the morning Q, you can't be shouting outside my widow expecting my parents not to notice." I didn't care V. If you only know the zero fucks I give about what they think about us being neighbors. I leaned against the frame and let my eyes roam the length of her I could get. You flinched and folded your arms over your chest, and my dream's contents hit me like a bullet. No no no! I cannot be this horny. I have been celibate for all my twenty three years of living.

"I didn't...I wanted to know if you were alright. You sound like your picking up a storm in there." She gives me a small smile and opens the second part of her window and steps away from it. Invitation? Good girl. I jumped through the rails and entered her room and I found a whole detective's wall done. 

This was bad. But not entirely. The main reason I started this game was for you to find me. 

"Sherlock Holmes had a sister and she is short and lethal." Her head turned to me with a frown and I couldn't help but smile back. We both froze, but I tried not to make mine obvious. I had never smiled around her. And I don't think my jaw or lips were used to being tagged that much and not hurt. I cleared my throat and went towards her wall. 

"I got lots of questions and the first ones I will deal with tomorrow. Then apart from that the initials."

"What about them?" I ask and my interest peaks. I wanted to know what she was thinking and she picked up the first one I ever gave her and there were initials OQ. I hummed and took the paper. I could feel her gaze on me. And unlike you sweety I had a hundred different methods to make sure something was done the way I wanted it to be done. I turned her around and took her back to her wall and put my hand over her shoulder the show her the other initials. 

"I don't draw, I might work at an artist shop but more like an equipment junkie. And also there's a classmate that I think you have that has these initials, but his first name, What was it again?" I say and pretend to recollect the name. I knew that boy had had a restraining order once by his ex and it just so happens he pays no attention in class to draw. 

"You mean Oliver? How do you even know about Oliver?" 

"You aren't the only one doing their research V. I promised to go all in on this with you." I say and smile and that's when your shoulders relax around me for the first time ever I take that as a win and the arm that was extended over your shoulder curved in and held you close as I showed you the other initials. I liked that, you weren't pushing me away, let's take this slowly I didn't know enough to coax you to me fully yet. 

I stepped away and we went over the clues she had found and I had nothing to go over yet. All I could say is you noticed initials and the fact that the person was part of your everyday life somehow because you didn't think the were stupid enough to be the real life batman. I nodded impressed, you were going to be mine sooner than I thought. 

We wrapped it up and I got up and noticed she wasn't home. I had a shift over at Kalique's gallery today so I went to do that. I walked over and called out to him and sound him at the counter with V. I didn't want to imagine what she could be asking.

"Quincy son, I wanted to ask do you have the inventory for the unseeable ink. Maybe in the past month." Fuck.Shit.