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A couple hours have gone by and Vik still has not woken up. All the girl could think about was how her brother was going to react. Could he see what she see's in Killa? Is there any chance for them to be friends? She knew she couldn't tell him everything, at least not right now.
The girl was sitting on the bed watching Killa do pushups across the room. He was shirtless, sweaty and all she could focus on was his voluptuous muscles. His skin glistened in the dim light, showing off every curve and valley of his arms. Every motion enticed her wild thoughts, distracting her from the upcoming event. Why did he need to be so hot?
A loud groan broke her from her train of thought. She instantly stood up and ran to her brother. It was obvious he was in a lot of pain. His breath was shaky and his face was scrunched up in a nasty grimace. The girl reached towards his head, petting him softly. She watched as his eyes opened, instantly meeting hers.
"Sis? God my head hurts." Vik groaned, attempting to bring his hand to his head.
His eyes furrowed as he noticed the rope, weakly trying to get his hands free. He looked back up at her, motioning to his wrists questionably. Her face morphed into a look of sad understanding, motioning to the man who was now right besides her.
"I do not know you, I do not trust you. You got to earn my trust to be free of your restraints. We talk first." Killa declared, crossing his arm.
Vik glared up at him, a scornful look on his face. He brought his attention over to his sister, an unreadable expression on his face. She flinched slightly at the look he was giving her, he did not look happy. She needed him to calm down and think rationally.
"Give him a chance Vik. He's rough on the outside, and he may look kind of scary but he doesn't want to hurt us."
Her brother scoffed, raising his hands in retaliation. He waved them around violently, groaning as a wave of exhaustion hit him. Vik closed his eyes for a second, discomfort evident on his face.
"What choice do I have? You seem to trust this asshole even though he's nothing but a co*cky bastard."
"Hah! I like him. He speaks his mind like a true man." Killa exclaimed, putting his hand on Vik's shoulder.
Vik looked at the hand on his shoulder with a look of pure disgust. He tried to shuffle away from Killa, but the bigger man would not budge. The girl stifled a laugh as she looked at the interaction, covering her mouth with her fist. Gods, Vik was going to kill her.
Hours went by of endless chatter between the two of them. It was now rather late and she felt pretty drowsy. They hadn't talked about the elephant in the room yet, which made her nervous. Where were they going to sleep? Before hand Killa was sleeping on the couch, but now the couch was occupied by her brother. Vik had passed out hours ago and he needed his sleep after today.
Killa was currently sitting in a flimsy fold up chair, flipping through a random magazine. The conversation had gone dry about 5 minutes ago, resulting in her getting comfortable in the only bed. She sat there and watched him for a couple minutes. She watched him flip from page to page, his long fingers grazing over each picture. The girl continued to watch him for a while, feeling her eyes get heavy. She turned away from him, slowly falling asleep.
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Warmth. That was the only word to describe the way she was feeling when she woke up. She went to sit up, frowning as she realized that she couldn't move. She shuffled again, only now noticing the arm around her waist. Killa was spooning her, his arm pulling her into him.
She reached over and tried to lift his arm, but it wouldn't budge. Killa's arm tightened around her, his lips brushing against her neck.
"You're warm, no moving." Killa mumbled.
She let out a shaky breath as she felt his lips move against her neck. It excited something inside of her. He was so warm and hard. She could feel his toned chest against her back. He fit perfectly against her, like two puzzle pieces.
The girl slowly started to caress his arm, tracing small circles along his skin. She kept going up his arm until she reached his shoulder. Killa let out a content sigh as she continued to caress him.
She shifted in his arms before turning around. He gave his arm some slack as she did so, before pulling her back into him. The girl nuzzled her head into his chest as he brought his hand up to hold the back of her head. Killa moved his fingers through her hair which made her groan contently.
The two of them stayed like that for awhile enjoying each others warmth. As much as she wanted to stay in his arms, she really needed to go to the bathroom.
"Killa, um. I need to go to the bathroom."
She felt him shift before lifting his arm. She was almost tempted to not get up and enjoy his warm embrace. It was sadly too uncomfortable for her to do so.
"Go piss girl."
The girl felt her cheeks heat up as she crawled over him to get to the porta potty. She looked over at the couch, seeing her brother stare at her in a judgmental manor. She gaped at him for a moment, before quickly shuffling into the porta potty.
After she finished her business, she awkwardly left the porta potty. Killa was now sitting up in the bed, his eyes still shut as he leaned against his arm. He looked exhausted and half asleep. It was honestly kind of cute, which is a really weird word to describe this man.
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The two of them walked awkwardly through the mall. This was the first time he has ever willingly let her leave. It was for a date. A date with Killa. She was nervous to say the least. She was always too busy with medical school for dates, and then their country went to sh*t.
Killa led her to the second floor, right to the food court. They looked at the different places trying to choose which to eat from. The two of them eventually chose "FCK" which was a fried chicken fast food restaurant.
"I go make you chicken. I use to work here during high school. Sit on the counter and look pretty."
She felt her cheeks heat up as she complied, sitting right next to the cash register. The girl watched as he grabbed a red apron and put it on. He hummed a random tune as he got everything ready. She loved a man who could cook.
"What was your favorite place to eat before this all happened?" She asked, swinging her feet.
"Hmm, Macdonald's. This mall use to have one, it was my favorite. Two MacDoubles, large fry and a large Tarcola." He answered almost immediately.
The girl nodded her head as she thought about his reply. His order made sense, he was a big guy after all. She really liked their Macflurries and fries. Gods, what she'd do to taste their food again was questionable.
Once he finished the food, he motioned her to follow him. They walked over to the food court, sitting down right next to the broken windows. A beautiful orange and pink sunset canvased the sky, sending a lush hue into the mall. Even if there was some trash and broken glass, it was a perfect date in her eyes.
"Killa, I have a question."
The man hummed in response, taking another bite of his chicken. Her fingers playing with her hair as she stared at him. He raised his eyebrow as he took another bite of his chicken. She smiled softly at him, before letting out a small sigh.
"I have a cat back home, his name is Cheeseburger. He is deaf and can't fend for himself. I.. I want to go back and get him. I want you to come with me."
Killa paused mid bite, the chicken in between his teeth. They sat there silently for a couple of seconds before he brought the chicken down to his plate.
"For a cat? You want me to leave this place for a deaf cat? Now why would I do that Little Doll."
She visibly flinched as he said that. She looked down at the chicken in front of her, pulling at her hair.
"He means a lot to me Killa. I know you may not like animals, but I can't just let him die. Please Killa."
He took the last bite of his chicken, leaning back in his chair. He motioned towards her food, indicating that she needed to eat. The two of them sat there in silence until she finished her food.
"Fine, lets go. No funny business Doll. You stay by me, you do not leave my side. Ok?"
She nods her head clumsily, standing up. The two of them went back to the room, packing a essentials for leaving the mall. They needed to plan for anything, even if her house was only 40 minutes away.
Killa untied Vik right before they left, warning him to not cause any trouble. Vik gave him a snarky response before hugging his sister goodbye.
The two of them walked through the mall. It was obvious Killa was a bit annoyed about having to leave. He kept muttering about the dirty USEC's and BEAR's who were going to loot the mall in his absence.
They made it outside without any disturbances, the girl leading the way towards her house. It was a bright night thankfully, which made it easy to spot or be spotted. Killa did have an obnoxiously bright flashlight on, which definitely didn't help.
"Thank you."
He looked down at her before looking in front of them once again. Killa was once again wearing his helmet, which she hated. She couldn't see his face, which usually showed how he was feeling quite clearly. As a result, all she got was a loud grunt of acknowledgement.
They eventually make it to her house. She smiled brightly at the familiar baby blue color before reaching down and grabbing the key. She heard Killa scoff behind her at the dumb key placement, but it didn't bother her one bit. All she could think about was her poor Cheeseburger.
She opened the door, instantly looking for her cat. He was once again in his cat tree fast asleep. She motioned for Killa to come closer before she reached out to pet Cheeseburger. The cat instantly chirped, rubbing his head against her hand.
"Killa, bring your hand over here. He won't hurt you." She murmured.
She grabbed his hand, bringing it over to the cats head. Killa flinched as it rubbed against his hand. The man stood there awkwardly, not really understanding what to do with the cat. It chirped repeatedly as the cat turned its attention back to the girl. She picked him up and sat down on the couch, letting Cheeseburger nestle onto her.
She stayed there for a couple of minutes before looking over at Killa. He was looking at the multiple picture frames of her brother, his girlfriend and her. The three of them always spent a lot of time together, it was great. It will never be the same unfortunately.
The girl put the cat down on the couch, walking up behind Killa. She put her hand on his arm, causing him to turn towards her. She reached over with her other hand and grabbed a familiar picture frame, smiling at the memory.
"We use to always go to this lake, it was beautiful. Obviously that is my brother and I. That's his girlfriend Ani, she left this country awhile ago. The other girl there was my bestfriend Irena, we were both 17 at the time. I don't know where she is anymore, I hope she's okay." She rambled.
The girl then moved to the next photo, sharing the story behind it. She spent another 20 minutes doing just that before Killa got sick of it. Mid sentence, he reached over and pushed her against the wall. A startled gasp left her lips as she looked up at his helmet. Killa reached up and lifted it, leaning down and roughly pressing his lips to hers.
A small whimper left her lips as she felt his body press into hers. His rough hands snuck below the hem of her shirt, grazing against her delicate skin. A shaky breath left her lips as his hands explore her bare skin. He traced all kinds of shapes on her skin as they kissed, every movement leaving a new feeling of desire in her stomach.
The girl brought her hands up and under his shirt. He flinched as her fingers explored every rise and fall of his toned stomach. She stopped at every scar, twisting her fingers along the rough flesh. Damn, he loved it. He hadn't felt this type of intimacy in ages. He will never get sick of her small fingers on his skin, touching him wherever she pleased.
Killa backed away slightly, grabbing the hem of her shirt. He pulled it over her head before bringing his lips to her neck. He sucked on the soft flesh before moving and doing the same there. He littered her neck with red splotches, slowly traveling further down. The girl stopped him by grabbing his chin, making him look at her.
"First door on the right."
A groan left his lips as he brought his lips to hers once more. He turned her away from the wall, pushing her towards her bedroom door. Killa left his lips on hers as backed her into her bedroom. The girl let out a startled gasp as she felt her legs hit the edge of the bed, causing her to fall on her back. Killa stood above her, panting heavily. He grabbed his shirt and quickly took it off, looking down at his beautiful plaything below him.
"I've been waiting for this."
