Post by susan on Jul 26, 2006 10:11:41 GMT -5
Breathe in. Slowly. The pounding in her chest was so loud it was hard to think straight. Let the breath out. Slowly. If this was so wrong, why did it feel so good to do it? She had sat at the bar, long legs crossed, exchanging words with Agent Williams, Anson. He was like a drug to her, something she knew she shouldn’t try but just a little bit couldn’t hurt. His eyes had wandered down her legs, over her every feature and he liked what he saw. She could tell it from the way he spoke, his reactions, every move about him. Breathe in. Slowly. Let the breath out, slowly. The whiskey they drank sent a renewed fire through her, giving her courage she normally didn’t have on her own.
“How committed are you…” Anson had asked her. She had replied by moving closer to him, a slight touch to let him know how serious she was all around. They had made it into the cab before the caressing began, though it was still subtle. His hand on her thigh almost pushed her too far, almost made her lose the control she held in the backseat of the cab. Breathe in, Lily, breathe out. Keep each breath even. It didn’t matter her heart was pounding, her senses screaming. All that mattered was that her chest rose and fell evenly while his eyes were planted on it. Never let them see how you truly felt. It was business to her, but the bad kind her mother had always said to avoid. She wasn’t that kind of girl. She shouldn’t be that kind of girl. She was ruthless in fighting, in killing someone—this was the last part she needed to truly complete the transformation. Do whatever it takes. Breathe in, breathe out.
The night filled with panting, moaning, and many other sounds. She kept up with him until he was utterly exhausted, highly drunk and passed out. Sitting on the edge of the bed wearing his shirt, she pulled a cigarette from his pack and lit it. The one vice she didn’t have she’d just decided to take up. The nicotine seized her lungs, almost causing a cough to erupt from her but she held it back. In the moonlight, the scene was eerily beautiful as the smoke drifted from her lips out into the air. She made it through the cigarette, through the whole situation. He had told her she was a sure thing for the program. She’d left soon after, leaving only the scent of honeysuckle where she’d laid next to him on the bed as a trace of her.
The next morning Jarrod had brought her breakfast as he did most days. After a few awkward moments, he’d left and she just shook her head. Things were going her way; she wasn’t going to get sidetracked. She sat in training, flash backs of the previous night making her heart beat faster. If possible, she was more ruthless, colder showing even less mercy on her fellow trainees. One boy had stared at her, fear in his eyes. He honestly didn’t think she was going to stop until she killed him. Right before he passed out from the pressure she was applying to his throat she let him go, smiling. “Good job, you stayed awake” she’d whispered to him, helping him off the floor. He looked at her confused as she stayed close to him for a moment, a smile crossing his face after a moment. Lily was unleashing a whole new weapon on the males..her long legs, blonde hair, pretty face. She would do what it took to get what she wanted...no matter what it took. It might be the right thing to be the good girl but being the bad girl had so many perks.