You Asked For It

"Three years," Mason replied. "Much longer than I anticipated. But I took over the investigation a few months ago, since the people I assigned to find you were as smart as an Icelandic Cod." It was clear that he had no love for them. Mason omitted the fact that they had all been either reassigned or silenced. "You've been at this for a while, Danny." Taking a sip from his glass, he set it on the table and turned so he could see her. There wasn't much left to the imagination with only the towel covering her, just enough to build some anticipation and desire.

Clearing his throat, Mason turned himself back around and re-positioned himself so as to not appear to be thinking what he had been. He took another long pull from the glass, then pulled out his cigarettes. "It's your place... mind if I smoke in here?" He didn't wait for her to answer, pulling a cigarette from the pack and lighting it.

Danny moved over to just behind him, leaning down and plucking the cigarette from his hand. She made a tsk, tsk noise, and took a drag of the cigarette. "You never got my answer, love." With her bag of Doritos in hand, and a bottle of vodka, she cracked a window and plopped back into her chair. "The answer is yes, by the way." She took another drag of the stolen cigarette, and sighed.

"I have been doing this a long time. I can't remember a time when I wasn't." Danny mused, staring out the window. "It's all a blur." When she wasn't out gutting people, she was quite the normal girl, on the surface. It was an itch she couldn't scratch when the urge to kill struck her. She tried to deny the urge when she first felt it and nearly killed herself in madness. Since then she learned to act on it instead of trying to suppress it.

With a playful huff, Mason withdrew another cigarette, lit it, and placed the pack and lighter on the table, an open invitation for her to take one whenever she felt like it. "Tough being on the run all the time. Nothing familiar. But you seem to have done just fine up to now." Mason drew deeply from his cigarette, then took a sip from the cup. "I've seen your file... what little we had on you, anyway. It's pretty impressive, I must say. You're much better than the fuck ups we've had up to now. I think we'll work pretty well together."

Though there was a television, Mason left it off but stared at his reflection in the screen for a moment, recalling his own past as he thought more about Danny's. His eyes darted to her legs, which he watched for a few seconds before pulling his eyes away. There were a few spots on the female body he found particularly appealing, and legs were one of them. "So why didn't you quit? I know a lot of killers who just can't handle the guilt, or they go crazy and end up shooting themselves or getting shot by the cops. What kept you going?"

Danny yawned, and stretched, readjusting the towel ever so slightly. "It's an itch I have to scratch. If I don't it drives me mad." Danny took a long drink of the vodka, followed by a deep inhale of smoke. "I assume when I do for you whatever you want done, I have to do it your way." She sighed, and turned on her side, curling her legs up close to her body.

"If you've seen my file you know I'm very proficient in a wide variety of weapons. I hardly ever miss my mark. I'm like a gun. Just point and shot. I'll take care of the rest." She munched her Doritos, staring out the window, the breeze ruffling her hair.

"That's the plan, actually. We will tell you who we need eliminated. The details are up to you. I don't care how it gets done, just don't let it lead back to you or me." The breeze rolled through the apartment, cool but not terribly cold. The city was actually quite lovely at that time of night, the home being just high enough to see above the buildings but not so high that it could not be seen from the street. Mason grabbed his glass and stood, moving toward a balcony that overlooked the western portion of the city.

"Sometimes we may have some guidelines, but for the most part you'll be free to execute however you wish. When you get your... itches... you'll need to let me know. I won't interfere with that, but if something happens and I need you, I need to be able to contact you immediately." Something about her urges messed with Mason's mind. He was no saint, by any meaning of the word, but her fascination with killing and the recently deceased puzzled him.

"So what is it about it? Why does murder get you off?"

Danny joined him on the balcony, one hand holding her towel in place. "Murder doesn't get me off, silly boy. It is like having a hobby. I enjoy it. I am good at it. And the people love when I show it off. They lock their doors and usher their loved ones inside." She chuckled, leaning against the balcony. "But I always find a way. I lure them away, or crawl into their beds."

Humming softly in content, she stared out at the city fondly. "I don't have a specific type, and I don't do it for sex or money, though, those are great incentives. I do it because if I don't... I will eat a bullet just to scratch the itch." Danny giggled. "If you want to know what gets me off you're going to have to try a little harder~"

Mason gave the girl a sideways glance, a small smile on his face. "Oh don't you start. That's not a road you want to go down." There was no two ways about it. Mason was a deviant. Just like Danny, he had his own urges that he needed to take care of or he would lose his mind. He, like her, was honest about what he was, but believed he was doing nothing wrong, for the body never lies and always takes what it wants.

"If you don't want to find out, you'd better keep yourself covered up better than that," he joked before finishing off the contents of his glass. His cigarette was half gone; he flicked the leftover ashes off the balcony and took another draw. "In the meantime, what do you need access to? We are well supplied and well connected. I can get you anything you need."

"You don't scare me," Danny rolled her eyes, staring out at the city. She took a drag from her cigarette, and a swig of her vodka. "I don't require supplies. All I need is what I get my hands on. And you don't need to worry about me not getting caught. It took your goons years to find me, and the rest of the government hasn't even come close."

Danny closed her eyes, breathing deeply, the fresh air from the breeze soothing her. "If I need anything I'll let you know. I do hope you understand that now I've got you here, in all your interesting glory, I won't let you leave easily. You're in my web, love."

Hmmmf...

"You have no idea, little girl," he teased. Of course she did, but it was nice being able to relax a bit. He was always so serious when the rest of the organization was around, but they were gone and he insured that they would not be watching or listening. He would have to decide in the morning if he still wanted to install surveillance in the apartment so he could keep an eye on her, but there would be plenty of time to figure that part out.

After a last draw of smoke, Mason flicked the butt of the cigarette until the cherry fell away, then tossed the butt off the railing. "Trust me. If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be. But i'm curious to see how this goes." Mason walked back inside, leaving the door open so the cold air would blow through. He turned and took one last look at Danny before speaking again. "I'm going to go shower now. I have a different kind of grime I need to get rid of."

Danny chuckled, and shook her head, following him inside. "A different kind of grime? Heh. Don't have too much fun in the shower, Dove. It's unfair to not include the whole class." With a scoff she put the Doritos away and the vodka as well. "Perhaps another time you could show me just what you mean~"

She plopped down on the couch still in her towel, and relaxed against it. Danny was completely dry by then, her silky auburn hair, rolling in sight waves down her back and over her shoulders.

The shower was brief, for Mason already had other things on his mind. The water ran cool over his skin in a feeble attempt to chill the fire that Danny had ignited in him. He managed to resist his own primal urges, then stepped out of the shower and threw on his boxers and t-shirt. The rest he put in a hamper, then exited the bathroom. He was a grownup, technically in his own home for the time being. He could dress as he wanted to. Walking back into the main room, he spotted Danny, still on the couch, her towel parted slightly revealing her thigh. He didn't let his eyes linger for long, as he did not want to pitch a tent while standing.

"It's getting late. You should probably get some sleep. I can't imagine you rested in the back of that van." He knew she'd probably turn down the offer, but he didn't really care. "Which bedroom do you want? Closest to the bathroom or closest to the kitchen?"

Danny lay on the couch, a cigarette dangling from her fingers as she gazed out the window. If not for her chest moving when she breathed, or her hair moving with the breeze, she looked like a statue. Her eyes seemed to look at nothing, yet she saw everything. Her expression was empty, yet soft.

"I do not require much sleep." She said, turning her head ever so slightly to look at him. "And I prefer closer to the kitchen. Midnight snacks and what not. Though, since this is my house I can choose the one by the bathroom any time I like."

"Well tell me which one you are taking tonight then." Seeing her smoking sparked the craving for one of his own, so he reached down, pulled a smoke from the pack, then plucked the cigarette out of her hands as she had done with him, and cherry chained his smoke before giving it back to her. Settling down in the chair, Mason slumped a little bit and just let himself relax.

"I'll probably be up early tomorrow, so if you need or want anything you'll have to tell me before I leave." This offer was not made for kindness, but for the simple fact that he didn't want her going on a rampage because there were no Twinkies in the house. He had little idea what would set her off.

"I just said, did I not? The one by the kitchen, weren't you listening?" Danny sat up, only barely holding her towel up. When her cigarette was finished, she stubbed it out and stood. "I'm going to bed. If I require anything I am perfectly capable of getting it myself." She headed toward her room, dropping the towel just before she disappeared from sight.

Danny lay on the bed, under the covers, staring at the ceiling. It had been quite some time since she had slept in a real bed, and even longer since anyone had shared living space with her. It was odd to have someone in the same enclosure with her. Odd, but not unwelcome.

"Alright," was his only reply, though his eyes lingered much longer than his words. The towel fell to the floor, revealing her naked form just before she rounded the corner. "Holy shit," he said quietly after taking a deep breath. He certainly had a lot to think about that night, especially after the last bit of flesh he'd spotted. The image would linger in his mind for the whole night, an image which brought him to full attention. He stubbed his cigarette, then headed to his bedroom. He didn't close the door all the way; there was no illusion about what he wanted, and he hoped she would be passing by his room that night.

Danny lie there for a while, her mind not settling. An itch was beginning to surface in her mind, but it was different. She did not want to shed blood, but something else. Growling in annoyance, she got up and headed into the kitchen. The cigarettes were still in the table, and she grabbed one, lighting it in the dark, before she walked to the window. She paid no mind to the fact that she was completely naked, or that the lights from the city illuminated her pale skin. If someone were to look up they would get a good view.

She did not care.

As she smoked, she settled herself in the couch, legs crossed, arms on the back of it.

Danny was not the only person still awake in the apartment at that hour. Mason was up as well, but in a much more interesting situation. He had let his imagination run away with him, sending him to a place in his mind that he frequented relatively often as his hands drifted around his body. Never one to let the moment come and go so quickly, he had been teasing himself the entire time, but thirst was beginning to get the better of him. Constant jerking mixed with heavy mouth breathing was certainly enough to parch a man; Mason was no different.

Determined to finish the new images in his head, Mason got out of bed and blearily made his way to the kitchen for a bottle of water. The smell of cigarette smoke his his nose, which told him Danny was still awake, but he did not hear her so he assumed that she was still in her room. It wasn't until he made his way into the living room for his own cigarette that he noticed Danny on the couch, completely nude without a care in the world. His erection remained rigid.

"Oh... uhm...didn't think you were still awake."

Upon laying eyes on Mason, Danny wolf whistled, grinning widely. "I guess I'm not the only one awake, am I? Are you having fun? You certainly look it." She sat forward, and put her feet on the ground in front of her; she couldn't help where her eyes wandered. "You've been busy, eh?" Standing, the woman stretched, picking up the cigarettes and tossing him the pack. Her own smoke was still pretty long, she had no need for another one yet.

Mock pouting Danny moved to the window, not shy about the fact that she was bare. "I can't believe you didn't invite me, the most fun person, to your little... Party. How disappointing."

If Danny didn't care that she was naked, why should he? After all, she wasn't complaining about the view. "Eh,, you went to bed. Besides, the party isn't over. The guest of honor hasn't arrived yet." Mason grabbed a smoke and lit it up, then tossed the pack back on the table. "Nice night," he said as he walked out onto the balcony, viewing the people below. Devious thoughts were forming in his mind. All he needed was the opportunity.

Danny followed him out, again leaning on the balcony railing, letting the wind whip her hair. "You are bold, and.." She glanced down between his thighs, then back up at his face with a raised eyebrow, "so very proud, hm?" She giggled softly, turning her gaze back out at the city. "You don't waste time with anything, do you?"

"Life is too short to wait around and play games. Take what you can while you can, right?" Mason moved around behind Danny, admiring all her feminine features as he circled her, eventually coming to a stop right behind her. "You don't seem to be shy either. You have a great body and you show it off." Slowly he moved forward pressing his manhood against her inner thigh.

"Well here is your invitation," he said seductively as his lower head found her slit.

Danny let out a strangled gasp, heat burning through her. Instinctively her back arched, and she pushed her body back against his, the cigarette slipping from her fingers, her grip on the railing tightening. "Considering... Your very kind... Invitation... How could I decline..?"

With his cigarette still in his mouth, Mason took hold of Danny's hips and rocked her slowly back and forth. His head had breached the slit but had not quite entered her just yet. There was no point in just pushing forward if she wasn't prepared, as that would just be uncomfortable to both of them.

But when his tip was thoroughly lubricated, he started to pierce her opening, letting himself enter her a little at a time. "Mmm, now this is what I call a party," he said with a grin. Turned out he made the right decision in staying with her after all.

Biting down on her lip, Danny moaned, her head falling forward, resting on the railing with her hands. A fire burned in her so strong she thought she was going to burst into flames. It had been quite some time since she had been with anyone, and it was showing. Her breaths were ragged as she pushed her hips back against his, craving him. She needed him to fully take her or she was going to lose her mind.

"Mmmm," Mason moaned as Danny pressed herself against him, her sounds of pleasure slowly increasing in volume. It seemed she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Without warning he dove into her, burying himself up to his stomach in her. The feeling was incredible, how tightly he fit inside her. His shafts pulsed regularly as pressure built inside him. "Oh look at that," he breathed. "Seems we drew a crowd." Across the street a couple of people had stopped and looked up in their direction, trying to see if someone was being accosted or if they were just plain fucking.