CONTENT WARNING: S/A
Angelo returned to his room that night with a downcast gaze and the hurried removal of his bloody jacket. He threw it in the corner where the dresser and laundry basket was, where he usually carried his clothes to the downstairs washer and dryer to clean on his own. He didn't like being babysat, so he did things himself most of the time.
However, as he entered his room and halfway through throwing his jacket, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Jazelle, his girlfriend, sitting on his bed. She was smiling, but with that sad puppy dog pity look in her eye. He hated that look, but he didn't say anything about it as he closed the door behind him. Jazelle usually snuck through the window, evident by it being open to the night, even though she was perfectly capable of walking through the front door.
"You're late," She purred.
Angelo didn't answer at first, but raised his hands to sign. What are you doing here?
She hummed, standing and shrugging. She had this alluring aura about her, and Angelo didn't like what that meant. She smelled like flowery perfume and had little makeup on, and he knew what was coming… even if he didn't really want it to.
"What's wrong with a girl visiting her shy little boyfriend after a scolding?" She pouted.
Angelo squinted at her. How had she heard about that so fast? Was she spying outside his father's office? He didn't like that.
"I heard." She sighed vaguely. "So you gotta make your first kill, huh?"
He glanced away immediately, hating how she worded it. No gentle remarks, no comforting, just a flat comment like it was an any day occurrence. She kept taking slow steps towards him.
"Hey." She said. "Don't worry about it. I'll come with you, okay?"
Angelo didn't like that, but he couldn't pinpoint why. Maybe it was the way it felt more like control than a gift. Can't, He signed. He'll get angry, maybe hurt you.
She simply scoffed humorously, shaking her head. When she got close, she cupped his face – he almost moved back, but with the door there, he had nowhere to go. So she managed to hold him, and though her hands were gentle, he didn't want to be touched at all. He hated being touched more than anything in the world – still no one had touched him without him at least thinking about flinching away.
"He won't know." She assured. "I'll keep it secret, okay? You don't gotta get your hands dirty for a bit longer."
He grit his teeth, trying to sign, but she pressed against him, interrupting his hands. "Nothing is ever safe for us. Why start being careful now?"
She moved in towards his face, lips parting with the creamy lipstick sticking them together. He darted back, head thumping against the door, and she stopped. A little confused look crossed her face, but her features were still soft, like a siren trying to lure a sailor to the depths. She tilted her head, a gentle smirk coming to cross her face.
"You act like you don't want me close," She whispered. "And yet, you still keep the window unlocked for me."
He hesitated for a moment, wanting to argue that he kept the window unlocked because she yelled at him whenever he didn't. Yet, she didn't bother letting him answer – not that he would have, anyway, because it would have just started an argument. She pulled his body up against hers, and since she was taller than him and probably much stronger, she did it with ease.
"I can handle the fire," She murmured.
She said it like he was the dangerous one, and that she was the one braving him. She pulled him to her chest, leaning down and kissing him passionately. He hesitated at first, but it was better to just abide, so he kissed her back. Slipping her hands under his shirt, she felt along his abs and scars before tossing it up and over his head to discard it to the side. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, backing up and pulling him along with another kiss.
Finally, they fell against the bed. She rolled until she was on top of him and pulled away, beginning to unfasten her button-up shirt as she gave a sultry grin. Diving down again, there were no words – just heat, breath, and manipulative predator that didn't like the word no.