3

She's on the bed. She always wears a nightgown, silky red with black lace. It falls to her ankles, somehow sexy and classy in a way.

She's smoking again, of course. The windows stay open, I guess to air out the smell of weed.

It doesn't do much.

"I can't believe you came again," she sighs, smoking out the window, her back to me. I close the gap between us, standing at her back.

She doesn't move and neither do I for a beat. Then it ends. I brush my fingers along her shoulder, and kiss her back.

"Yes, you can." I whisper, my hand slipping from her shoulder to her neck, closing around her throat, just gently.

Just enough.

She closed her eyes. I lean on, kiss her cheek. "You've got me under a spell."

She snorts at that, and takes a puff. I feel it, feel her pulse under my fingers. I tap it to the rhythm of her heart. Strong, and proud. It doesn't miss a beat.

"Don't lie." She whispers.

I nuzzle her neck. "Would I lie to you, Scarlett?" I whisper in her ear, taking her lobe between my teeth.

"...Yes."

Always the snappy reply. You'd think all the weed she smokes would get to her brain but she's as sharp as a tack.

"Then...you want me to leave?"

"Did you bring weed or do you plan to just keep smoking mine?"

I chuckle and hand her a baggie. "An ounce. Don't say I've never done anything for you."

She snorts. "You're doing it for you. Now sit on the bed."

I do so. The lights are low, they always are. In fact rather than having florescent lights like everyone else she has small lights.

Lamps, and knick knacks that light up, and string lights, all scattered throughout. They're all different, desaturated color, leaving the room looking magical.

And she stands above it all in the moons embrace.

She pads toward me. She's barefoot and against the carpet her steps make almost no sound. She puts one knee on the bed, and crawls toward me.

I brush her skin, when she's in reach, a soft touch. She kneels in front of me, her fingers on the button of my shirt.

"Why do you always come here in a suit?" She murmurs.

"To impress you," I grin, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She bats me away, with a furrowed brow, and deftly undresses me.

She doesn't undress. She almost never does. Always that nightgown, hands slipping under it, unable to tell skin from silk.

It adds to the mystery of her.

"You're not very impressive,"

I snort, flexing my hands as she touches my wrist to undo my cufflinks.

She rolls her eyes at the show, and works on the other wrist.

"How was your day?"

"Uneventful."

"Was it good?"

"I didn't die."

"Is that good?"

She fixes her gaze on mine. "You're done."

I look down at my nearly bare body. The wind from the breeze wraps around my form, giving me a chill. But I know how to solve that.

I pull her in, wrap my arms around her. She's soft in my arms, her skin warm. She smells faintly of vanilla.

"Aren't you gonna ask about my day?" I ask gently, kissing her neck, her throat, her chest.

"No."

I chuckle, and pull at the lace of her nightgown with my teeth.

"Stop that," Scarlet bats my hand away, "You'll rip it."

I chuckle and release it. Instead, I scrape my teeth along her throat. Scarlett's sinks her fingers into my dark hair, pulling on it roughly, making my head fly back at the sudden jerk. Her eyes peer into mine, that oh so familiar habit.

"You've got those dirty eyes again."

I smirk, and lean forward until our noses touch. "Only for you, Scarlett."

Her eyes rake my face. I don't know what she's looking for. Her eyes are dark as my heart, until the light of the moon hits them.

Only then, is there light. But then again, I don't know what she looks like in the daytime. Somehow I don't mind. Seeing her in the light of day would ruin her, I think.

"Don't lie, Dawson. You know I hate it when you lie."

It's all I do. But I don't say that. I just kiss her. Her lips against mine feel right. They're warm, and sweet. The contours of her lips fit against mine—two puzzle pieces finally combined.

We share the same breath for a quick moment, her hands falling from my hair onto my shoulders.

I want more. I press closer, my hand wrapping around her neck, pulling her deeper into my kiss. Her finger nails sink into my skin, but I don't mind a little pain.

I almost prefer it.

The sting of her nails in my skin, contrasted with the softness of her lips is like sweet and spicy. A perfect balance. Harmony.

I lean back, taking her with me. The sheets and comforter are familiar now. Her body rests against mine. I finally let her free of my kiss. My hand instead tracing down the curve of her back.

Scarlett presses her face into my neck, her soft breath against my skin heightening my senses.

Her teeth scrape the nape of my neck, but she quickly brushes the pain away with a tender kiss.

I shiver. Her hands, brush down my chest, barely touching me, building the anticipation of her.

"Why are you always high?" I ask. My voice trembles, despite me. She's good.

"As opposed to?" She murmurs into my neck, plunging her teeth into it, warning me to stop asking questions. So guarded. But I was trained to tear down walls.

"What an interesting answer."

She chuckles, and licks the wound in my neck. "I could say the same to you."

"Scarlett,"

She lifts her head from my neck, and looks into my eyes. "What, Dawson?"

"Kiss me."

She cocks her head. "You know I don't take orders."

I smirk. "How fun would it be if you did?"

I grab her, wrestle her under me, pull her hands to the corner of the bed, my fingers clamped around her wrists.

"How about now?"

Scarlett is proud and unmoved. She just stares into me, wordless.

I bend my head down and kiss her. Her lips move against mine. She doesn't offer but she takes freely.

Takes what she can—gives nothing back.

I admire it, in a way. Draining me of all I am—something even torture couldn't do.

"You like when I come here, don't you, Scarlett?"

"And if I don't?"

I kiss her chest. "Then we'll never see each other again, is that what you want?"

Scarlett looks past me, at the moon. Is it giving her an answer?

"Is it?" I demand.

She focuses back on me. "I'm bored. I just need something to do."

She grins, wrapping her legs around my hips, pulling me closer. "I guess you're something."