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Wednesday is just about to start rooting through the trash can in Xavier’s little art hideout when she hears the door creak on its hinges. She straightens up immediately. Caught. Trapped. Nothing she can’t handle. Even when faced with a possible shape-shifting serial killer, Wednesday doesn’t do ‘ afraid’.
“Wednesday,” Xavier already sounds upset. “What are you doing here?”
The gears spin fast. Xavier thinks she has a romantic interest in him. He thinks she’s shy. He doesn’t seem to quite realize he’s the primary suspect in an investigation.
There’s more than one way to get a DNA sample. She could just collect a fresh one. It would serve a second purpose of throwing him off the scent. It’s much easier to gather evidence if the suspect hasn’t noticed what your aim is.
“I was looking for you.” The words feel somewhat stilted. But they seem to catch him off guard. He deflates slightly. Indignation melting away to confusion.
“You… you were?”
Wednesday takes a few steps forward. Looks up at him from underneath her bangs. He’s tall. Makes her feel short. The only reason to ever wear high heels is to even the playing field.
“I didn’t want to wait until the Rave’N.” Her mouth is going dry. She’s not nervous, exactly. She hasn’t done this sort of thing before. She’s written about it. Viper has seduced suspects into giving her information when the situation required it. It’s not like she hasn’t read books. Not romance novels. She has no interest in something so mundane and artistically uninspired. But some quality fiction contains sexually explicit material.
It can’t be that complicated. The unwashed masses all seem to figure it out just fine.
“Wait for what?” Xavier is starting to smile. That horrible self-assured smile. Like he knows anything about what she wants out of him.
Wednesday takes another few steps. He’s within reaching distance now. For a moment, she almost falls victim to uncertainty. Where to begin. Perhaps she doesn’t have to start it. Xavier probably has some degree of experience with this sort of thing.
“I thought we could…” Wednesday shugs one shoulder. She hitches the corners of her mouth into a smile. It’s uncomfortable.
But it works. Xavier reaches out for her. He puts a hand on her waist. Then both hands. He pulls her closer to him. She stumbles a little. Catches herself with her hands on his chest. She feels ridiculous. He’s caressing her. Touching up and down her back. He’s breathing faster. She can feel his heart beating.
Wednesday had a phase with serial killers. Reading everything she could. Some of them were attractive. Smart. Sadistic. Cold and unflinching. She can’t help but wonder if the hands wandering down towards her backside are hands that have been covered in the warm blood of victims.
The thought is interesting.
Xavier leans down like he’s going to kiss her. She turns her head. He dips lower. Pressing his lips against her neck.
“You don’t like kissing?” His voice is lower. Rougher.
“I’ve never tried it, but the idea is unappealing. Swapping saliva with another person. The human mouth is full of bacteria.”
“What?” He chuckles a little. “God, why am I even surprised.”
He cups her jaw. Turns her head forward again. She’s not sure why she lets him do it. Perhaps curiosity. There are a lot of things she’s decided she dislikes based simply upon theory. That’s not the best scientific practice.
Just because she’s doing this for survival doesn’t mean she can’t get something out of it. Even if that’s just information.
When he leans down she doesn’t turn away again. Their lips brush together. He’s gentle. Pulls back right away. He’s just looking at her. She’s not sure what she’s supposed to be experiencing. Perhaps she feels slightly warmer.
“Not so bad, right?” He strokes his thumb along her cheek.
“I suppose not.”
He leans in again. Presses his mouth against hers a few more times. She feels the slide of his tongue and jerks back instinctively. He chuckles.
“No tongue. Got it.”
He keeps up with the light presses of lips. Wednesday doesn’t dislike it entirely. Xavier seems like he’s enjoying it. He’s breathing heavily. He pulls her tighter against him. She can feel him. He’s hard, pressing against her abdomen.
It will be simple. All she has to do is touch it a little and he’ll orgasm. Right? It’s not going in her mouth. Or anywhere else. She traces her hands down his chest, his stomach, ends with them resting on his belt buckle. She doesn’t fumble. She looses it with purpose.
Then the unexpected happens. Xavier grabs her by the bottom and picks her up. He walks her over to the table, sweeps aside some sketches, and sets her down on it. Wednesday is momentarily unbalanced by this development. She didn’t necessarily want to be in charge. But she’s not used to not being in charge.
Xavier puts a hand on her knee and starts running it up her thigh, underneath her skirt. Wednesday grabs his wrist. Her heart is beating in her throat.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” There’s no hint of teasing in his voice. If anything, there’s a note of wonder. “It’s OK. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“Obviously.” Wednesday swallows hard. “I could destroy you.”
“Sure.” He smiles. “What do you want? I wanna make you feel good.”
Wednesday… doesn’t know. She always knows. None of this is going according to plan. She’s deep in unfamiliar territory.
“Can I touch you?” Xavier squeezes her thigh.
Well. In the spirit of discovery. Wednesday offers a curt nod. She doubts much of anything is going to happen. When she’s tried to touch herself it didn’t feel good. She didn’t put much effort into it. She only tried poking and prodding a few times before writing it off as a pedestrian activity and a general waste of time.
However, there’s a tingling sensation developing between her legs. It intensifies when Xavier’s fingers brush against her through her cotton underwear. She lets out a small gasp, unbidden. The smug smile on Xavier’s face almost ruins the sensation.
Not quite. So Wednesday spreads her legs a little, allowing him more access. He’s delicate. He rubs gentle circles around her clitoris. There’s a strange swooping in Wednesday’s stomach. She’s starting to ache. Not like a pulled muscle. It’s a burning ache that’s more akin to hunger.
“More.” Her voice remains much steadier than she feels.
Xavier applies a firmer pressure and kisses her again. Wednesday parts her legs further. She feels so warm. She’s a bit startled when Xavier pulls her underwear to the side. She forgives it when she feels the skin to skin contact. His thumb rubbing her clitoris while his fingers stroke across her labial folds.
She grabs his shoulders because she feels adrift. He’s groaning against her mouth, like he’s enjoying this more than she is.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs.
She does feel sticky. It’s a new sensation amongst many.
“Can I finger you?”
In for a penny. “Yes.”
It still seems abrupt when he slides a finger into her. It’s odd. Not good or bad. Just strange. He starts to move it. That makes her stomach swoop again. She’s breathing almost as heavy as he is now. There’s a twisting at the pit of her stomach. An uncontrollable tenseness.
Then it’s like a rubber band snapping. Her hips jerk. Her body pulses. Well. That’s what the fuss is about. It’s a flood of pleasure like she’s never experienced. Comparable only to an act of beautiful destruction or violence. It feels like sweet revenge made physical.
“Fuck,” Xavier groans. He doesn’t stop. He slides a second finger in alongside the first and keeps rubbing her. It’s a stretch, but it doesn’t hurt.
It’s much quicker the second time. After the crest, Wednesday keeps shaking. She can’t catch her breath.
“I wanna taste you.” Xavier drops to his knees. He withdraws his fingers and pulls her closer to the edge of the table. He flips up her skirt, exposing her. He keeps her underwear pulled to one side and licks her.
It’s disgusting. It feels wonderful. He focuses on licking her clitoris and reinserts two fingers. Wednesday lets out an embarrassing moan. He slides a third finger in and she feels incredibly full. Stretched to the limit. She can’t keep from making noises. It’s not long before she’s squeezing down around his fingers. He groans against her.
Then he sits back.
“Why are you stopping?” She snaps. She still aches. The overwhelming hunger hasn’t been sated. If anything it’s gotten worse.
“I--I know you haven’t before but--fuck, Wednesday. Can we?”
It takes a moment for it to register. “Have intercourse?”
“Yeah.” Xavier unzips his pants. He pulls his penis out through the slit of his boxers.
Wednesday has no frame of reference, but it seems large. It’s thick and long. Much longer than his fingers. He starts to stroke himself, looking up at her with a half-open mouth.
“Will it be painful?” Wednesday slides a hand between her legs and begins to rub herself. It’s not quite as good, but still takes the edge off a bit.
“If it hurts, I’ll stop. I swear.”
“Get on with it, then.”
He lurches to his feet and crowds against her. He lifts her again, arm wrapped around her waist, just enough to pull off her underwear. She can feel his hardness bump against her. There’s perhaps a moment of panic. Then he’s lining up, sliding between her labia. He thrusts forward. She digs her fingers into his shoulders.
It stings. He doesn’t move. He stays still, groaning, buried in her.
“Are you all right?” He asks, raspy and ragged.
The sting is already starting to dissipate. She tries to relax around him. As he said, she is very wet. It wasn’t too rough of an entrance.
“I think so.” She looks up at him.
His mouth is open. He’s staring down at her in rapture. He starts to move, slowly, sliding deeper and withdrawing. It’s a lot more intense than his fingers. She’s holding onto him very tightly. He curls a hand around her hip and dips his thumb down to touch her clitoris again. That just heightens the sensation. She’s moaning again.
“You feel so fucking good. Shit.” He starts to gather speed. He presses even deeper into her. He wraps his free arm around her, holding her close. He’d have to bend down to kiss her like this. Part of her almost wishes he would.
She’s adrift in the ocean. Dizzy and tingling all over. The slap of wet skin echoes through the shed. He’s thrusting quite forcefully. She likes it. Surfing that edge between pleasure and discomfort. She’s overly full. The tension is threatening to overwhelm her once again.
He rubs her just a little harder and that’s it. She snaps tight around his penis, shuddering, crying out. There’s a gush of fluid. Xavier swears under his breath. He keeps moving, goes even faster. Wednesday pushes his hand away, finally reaching the point of overstimulation. She just hangs on while he moves inside her.
Then he grunts and pulls out. He touches himself vigorously. Then there’s a splash of warm liquid on her leg.
Well. There’s the DNA. The point of this whole exercise that she’d almost forgotten. Once she feels like she can stand again, she hops off the table to grab her underwear and wipes the semen off with them.
“Wow… just… wow,” Xavier exhales a happy sigh. “That was amazing.”
“Quite.” Wednesday can’t make herself smile. She’s too tired. “I must be going now.”
“Oh, uh, OK. I’ll see you soon, hopefully?”
Wednesday exits the shed. She waits until she’s past the treeline before taking her underwear and slipping them in a plastic bag.
***
“What’s this?” The sheriff looks up at her with wide eyes.
“Concrete evidence.” Wednesday raises an eyebrow. “A claw from the monster and the suspect’s DNA. His semen is on it.”
The sheriff seems at a loss for words. Don’t question the methods if they lead to results.