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Dice's Point Of View

I felt my shoulder blades shift in his arms. He was traveling up an incline as my arms hung out under his. His footsteps followed by the small footsteps following him upward. These footsteps making a metallic clang against the stairs.

The night air was dry. But what did I expect, it had been the desert. The smell of leather filled my nostrils and eased me to rest, there, in his arms. A soft breath left my lips as his footsteps slowed. He neared the landing and without looking, I could feel his eyes survey me. His one hand clasped under my knees. The other arm supported my back and snaked around my shoulder blades. Leaving this hand to clasp under my arm, inches away from my right breast.

Still surveying my "sleeping" form, his wandering thumb had removed from it's original spot and slithered it's way under the side of my bra. In an alarmed frenzy, my eyes popped open to see him smirking. That fiery red hair still so loud and bright.

"Got the key, Jada?" He questioned, without taking his eyes off of me. Those hazel eyes, those pink lips; it would be all I would ever dream about if I couldn't have him immediately.

Jada came in front of him, digging for the right key in a ring full of keys. The emerald tag with a nine on it remained the last one. Though, all of the tags were out of order. In a clatter, she pushed the key into the slot and the door rattled open. Only to convey, a dark unit. With both arms left hanging, I tangled the one closest to Jada and shook her wild, ebony curls. She looked up to me and smiled. Soon after flicking the light on and setting her radio down.

"To the bed!" I pointed as he still carried me in his arms, as if I couldn't bare to walk anymore. He smiled, snorted a laugh and dropped me on the bed like I was nothing.

"I'll get you for that, Red!" I giggled. He went over to shut the door and joined me on the bed. I laid there with my feet hanging off. Kicking the wooden flip flops off of my feet. Looking to the window covered by sheer, white curtains. I saw the dark night sky. Lit up by thousands of constellations. "How long was I out for?" I turned to him as Jada joined us on the bed.

"Long enough to know that you snore." He laughed, accompanied by Jada's angelic giggles.

"Have mercy on me! I had an entire flask of rum to myself and I haven't thrown up, yet!" I spoke proudly. Turning to Jada with her wide smile and hopeful demeanor. Realizing I had never seen her that happy.

"But you passed out before you could even finish it!" He finished with a loud cackle. I hit him playfully on the leg.

"Shut up!" I warned in a fit of giggles. Positioning my arms on either side of me and raising myself up. Only to be met with a sharp pain, shooting through my lower back.

"Urgh!" I hissed, finding it hard to sit upward. Red sighed, Jada frowned.

"Let me see that." I turned around facing her, slowly as he lifted my shirt half-way. Observing the large bruise on my back. He sighed once more. "Wow..." He trailed off. "I've got some first aid in the car." He pulls my shirt back down gently.

"Okay." Jada's eyes still slightly questioning her reality. She'd already asked me about her father. I'd told her he was gone and that I did what was necessary. I didn't give her any details because she never questioned the aspects.

Red got his keys and shut the door behind him. It was just her and I, now.

"So...he's not coming back? Ever?" I didn't have to ask who she was talking about, but it was hard enough to answer. How do you explain killing someone's father for the greater good?

"No, he won't be." I shook my head, briefly looking down at the hunter green comforter.

"You killed him, didn't you?" My heart dropped a million stories into my shoeless. I hadn't been expecting that, at all.

"Jada Grace!" I retorted. She backed down with a sorrowful look in her big blue eyes.

"I just want us to be safe. I hated it back there, with him. " I nodded.

"Jada, you are safe. We are safe. And anyone who tries to take that from us, better be quick." A solitary tear ran down her cheek. She smiles. "Come on. You've had a long day." Contorting myself off of the bed. I noticed the spare room in the motel suite. It had been tucked away near the back, wedged in between the closet and the bathroom. I sighed standing up and gaining appropriate footing. I took her hand as she slid off of the bed. Going into the room, I felt the wall for a small light switch and on came the ceiling fan. The room had been a quaint size with a full sized bed and a dresser equipped with a lamp. There was a chest dresser on the wall adjacent to the bed. A window with striped purple and white curtains.

"Not too bad." She whispered, dragging her belongings to the foot of the bed and stood with her hands on her hips. Looking around the room. I knelled in front of her just taking her beautiful features in. She was so beautifully, naturally tanned with thin little lips and a wide smile. Her deep blue eyes accentuated the wild mane of ebony curls around her angelic face. She wasn't my own, but I treated her like as though she was. I loved her like she was.

"I love you, Jada Grace." Giving her a soft kiss on the cheek, her curls tickled my nose.

"I love you too, Desi." She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a tight hug. That little girl was all I had back at the headquarters. Although she was only eight, I'd known her for the majority of her young life. And though I wasn't her biological mother, I took care of her like I was. All of my decisions up to that point, she influenced. She was really all I ever had, and I'd be damned if someone tried to take her away from me.

"You make yourself comfortable. When Red comes back, I'll clean the bathroom so you can take a bath and go to bed." She nodded. I left the room to hear the nob of the front door twisting. Red had come back with an entire first aid kit.

"Those fuckers stole my radio! Without the radio, we won't be able to hear any reports of any other Killjoys." He frowned, placing the kit on the bed and scoffing.

"Well, maybe we could use Jada's. She gets transmissions pretty clear on hers."

"Well, we can try." I turned my back to him as he slowly lifted the fabric of my shirt. "It looks inflamed. This is really swollen." He had taken a cloth from the bathroom and threw some clear liquid from a bottle on it. I braced myself for relentless pain as he neared the bruise. "Relax, it's going to be a little cold, and it might sting just a little. It'll take the swelling down and it won't hurt as much." With a cold sting, the cloth made contact with the bruise. I exhaled a delayed and shuttered breath. It hadn't hurt as bad as I expected it to.

He placed the cloth on the night stand next to the bed. Twisting the cap onto the bottle, he was all done.

"Are you finished?" I had been holding my shirt up, a little higher than where the bruise was.

"Yep."

"Okay." Putting everything in the kit back, he dropped down on the bed and sighed.

"It's been a really long day, hasn't it?" He turned to me with an illegible expression on his face.

"I've had longer, believe it or not."

"Really?" He spoke defiantly.

"Mhm." I sighed, just wanting to relax. I didn't feel like thinking about what happened. I wasn't in the right state of mind to think back on what I did. The lives I'd taken. That was all for another time. "Those men back there..." He looked up to me with a startled demeanor. "I didn't exactly want to kill them, but I needed to. I needed to leave." I noticed I had been reassuring myself and and assuring him all at once.

"I know. You had Jada to protect." His hand had softly came up to my left shoulder. Slowly pulling me into to him.

"I'm not like him, Red. You know that, don't you?" He nodded. "They aren't human anyways."

"What?"

"The Dracs, they aren't human." I knew he couldn't have known, anyway. No one really knew unless they worked for Better Living. "They take these pills in the beginning of training. It makes them immune to certain things. It strengthens their immune system by a lot. The only way to kill them..." I heaved a long and drawn out sigh. I hadn't regretted killing Joey. What I did regret was taking Jada's father away from her on such harsh terms.

"Is to behead them?" My eyes snapped toward him.

"Well, that, and a straight shot right between the eyes." He nodded, thoughtfully.

"Good to know." His soft, moist lips met the exposed skin of my forehead.

"You're welcome." I smiled. How could I have been so on-edge one moment and then so at ease the next? He really had a way with me. "If Jada's radio doesn't work. I know a place where we can get one..."

"Where's that?"

"I've got friends, Red. In all the right places." He nodded.

"Ah. Good to know, again." He laughed. I remained quiet as I surveyed his hand ever-so slowly, creeping up my thigh.

"What do you say, we take a little walk?" I was determined to end this charade. Finished what we started last night, before we were so rudely interrupted. With the cock of my eyebrow, Red followed my lead.

"Sure. I'll go tell Jada." I nodded and smiled. Waiting until he disappeared, I ransacked the nightstand for protection. To my dismay, there was nothing. I ran to the kitchen area to look in the cabinets. Any plastic wrap, maybe? I thought to myself, opening and closing cabinets quietly. I sighed, defeated once again and decided to prep myself. I hadn't ever been eager to bump uglies with anyone, not counting the night before.

Shaking out my hair and pushing my bra upward. Revealing as much cleavage as I could shove into the neckline of the baseball tee I wore. Shoving my feet comfortably back into the wooden flip flops I had on earlier, before Red's black and red tank appeared out of the hallway.

"Ready?" I smiled.

"Yeah." He said and nodded, heading for the door. With the key in his left hand, he insisted I go first. "Ladies first." He gestured. Shutting the door tightly behind himself and locking it for safe measure.

"Bastards last."

"What?"

"Nothing." I laughed quietly. I slowly started down the metal staircase as I noticed the moon had been illuminating everything around us. There were no street lamps, or tall light towers out here. Just the moon, stars and nature. It was beautiful.

The dunes were almost as white as snow, but smoother in texture. The cool breezes blew the sand off, gently rolling down the dunes. Leaving small arrosion marks here and there. Upon feeling that breeze, the goosebumps on my arms began to form. I looked up to the sky, seeing how close the moon sat to us.

"It's like you can reach out, and grab it with your bare hands..." Red's hand had been softly resting on my right arm. His chin almost in contact with my left shoulder. His warm breath sweeping the small hairs on the back of my neck, tickling them.

"Yeah. You can see everything out here!" Without an offer, he had withdrawn himself of his blue Dead Pegasus leather and swept it over my shoulders. I hadn't been cold enough, although I didn't want to protest. "Thank you." I turned to his gorgeous hazel eyes, illuminating in the midnight sun. The stars did him no justice.

"My pleasure." I knew then, that I was supposed to turn away and keep walking, but I didn't. I couldn't! I was still staring in those eyes of his. I was lost in them, as hard as it was to admit. I had been falling for Red. I'd been falling for a known fugitive. Although none of that mattered then, a part of me was still resisting sharing actual emotions with him. The majority of my heart didn't care. It understood that he'd probably be the best for me, the best for Jada. It knew what it felt like to hurt and be alone; but the other side was used to that and wanted to stay just that--hurt and alone.

But what happened next, I wouldn't believe if I tried to convince myself. He'd been smiling for a while. Not taking in any scenery, just staring me blankly in the eyes. Like he saw something inside of me that was good and had potential to prosper. All of a sudden, his smile inched closer and closer. And sooner than I knew it, we were sharing his smile.

My lips relaxed as his took over; sucking and licking my bottom lip just to ask for entrance. Our mouths grew wider as our tongues wrestled one another for dominance. Like clock work, I found my hands laced and tangled in his fire engine red locks. Pulling him closer to me, sharing each others warmth. His body temperature sky-rocketed when I ran my fingers along his back with the slowest intentions. Tracing invisible lines in his skin, I wanted his skin. Suddenly, he pulled away.

Out of breath, I gained my composure before I could even question his choice. Before I could even speak, I had to get my body to cease quivering and trembling, my lips especially. I got it all under control when I parted my lips to speak. But I didn't know what to say...

In a fit of hurry he checked his grey skinny jean pockets for his keys. Without being able to speak any sort of dialogue, I grunted and shoved his left pocket in front of him. He grunted back, which I believed was a 'thank you' or a 'thank God'. Ripping the keys out of his pockets, he darted over to his Trans Am. I shook my head ready to protest before he spoke.

"I know you're not going to agree with this but there's more room in the back than the Drac car." With nothing to say, and no way to protest, I just shrugged and followed. I knew what I wanted. Hell, I knew what I wanted that night I saw him in the bar. It only intensified it when I saw him peering up at me on stage, and now it was time for the both of us to finally be rewarded.

I slipped in the large classic vehicle without space being a problem. I realized how large the back row seating had been, but I was more excited to test it out.

With the slam of the door, Red was seated next to me, slipping his boots off without any eye contact. Something inside of me wanted to know how many girls had been in the same seat I was sitting.

"How many girls have you had back here?" I inquired, casually peering out of the window.

"Excuse me?" I hadn't thought he would be as put-off as he was. He sounded downright offended. I thought most men would be proud of that kind of thing. "None." He tore his eyes away from me, going back to unlacing his boots. "And you know, just because I've been out here for a while, doesn't mean that I'm some type of man who-" He wasn't able to finish his sentence, seeing as how I attacked his mouth with my own. With our lips kneading at each others, we separated briefly, only to adjust the position we were in. Not worrying about the clothing we were still wearing, that would all shed in due time.

He pulled me closer to his burning body. His warm lips kept in contact with my neck and that spot under my chin. Oh, did he know what he was doing.

With a forceful growl, I tore my shirt over my head. Quickly releasing my hair and taking a few deep breaths every now and then. He looked up to me in admiration, as if I had been glowing. I kept a small smile on my lips and ran my fingers through his tangles. Slowly I leaned down to that pulsating vein in his neck. My top lip barely grazed it when I felt a tremor run through his body. A few cooing breaths were taken as I felt his body under me grow warmer. Looking down curiously, I could see he was pitching a rather large quarters in his jeans. Looking up to me with his sly smile, he never minded the situation he had growing down under; instead he tended to the exposed skin on my chest. Resting his hands on either hip and his lips slowly moved down my chest.

His hands minimally slid upward with every soft kiss he made. His teeth grazing the soft fabric of my bra, sending chills up my spine. Letting out an almost inaudible moan, his thumbs had been perched under the back of my bra, inches away from the latch. Pushing myself closer to him, my blood ran like lava and my body was an awakened volcano. I wanted damage to be done and in the worst ways. I hadn't felt so lovely, ever; and to be in the back of that car, it didn't matter to me. It was just a place.

As his thumbs caressed the small of my back, the rest of his fingers had found the clasp of my bra. Without warning, he unhooked it. He watched them amorously tremble with every shaking breath I took. The look on his face had remained priceless as his hands hovered around them.

With a slow intake of breath, he spoke.

"Lay down." He patted the space on the seat next to where we'd been. With the movement of his hands to my hips, he commanded, without eye contact. I didn't respond verbally. I did as I was told.

With trembling hands, moving their way up my calves, then on to my knees and rest softly on my thighs; his fingers probing the panties under my cut-off shorts. Slowly flicking them back and forth as they snapped against my skin. He looked me dead in the eyes as he lowered his head, and began to caress my inner thighs with his lips. Soft moans forced themselves out of my shaking throat as his hands roughly kneaded the in-betweens of my knees. Breaths became shorter as his hands inched their way up to the button and zipper of my shorts. Unlatching the button and tortuously unzipping the zipper, he crawled up to my belly button. Hooking his thumbs to either side of the shorts, he slowly pulled them off. Every inch-lower, my breath caught in my throat and my blood boiled to steam.

With my hands placed above my head, willing and waiting for his next move. With our eyes still intertwined in the devil's stare, he ripped my shorts down my knees. Bending and twisting to get them off all of the way, he slowly peeled back the soft fabric of my panties. His breath grazing my most sensitive areas. My teeth chattered lightly as I moved my hands downward. Sliding them down to his midsection and tearing his black and red tank over his head. Discarding it in the neat pile of clothes we'd created.

I wanted to feel his skin so bad. I wanted to feel how he would feel against me, deep within my being. I believed we were one-in-the-same since I'd spotted him outside of that bar on prior occasions. I wanted to share passionate kisses with him and soft touches in places that weren't exposed.

His hands still toying with the fabric of my panties, torturing me with every move he made. With his thumbs hooked into the sides, he slid them down ever-so slowly. My teeth beginning to chatter louder this time with my lips and fingers still quivering. He stopped and sat up still kneeling. His shaking hands flew to his button and zipper, trying to alleviate the stress caused by his painfully protruding erection. He tried the button a few times until I couldn't bare it anymore. My hands withdrew the button from the whole and drew down the zipper. Pulling his pants down slowly by the front pockets. He groaned in relief, slightly sitting back.

Laying back down and pulling my panties down to my feet, my body ached at the satisfied grin he wore so proudly. He slowly drew himself on top of me. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body, and I was sure he felt mine. We stared at each other momentarily, with nothing to say. His fair skin glistened in the moonlight. Every small, fine hair had been standing on edge as I slowly traced my fingers softly down his shoulder. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

Studying every minute feature on his youthful face, every dent and crease in his moist lips. All the while, I'd been wondering what he'd been thinking, and he was probably pondering the same.

I hadn't really been thinking much of anything. I had felt so new, there, with him. I felt like the teenage girl I once was; about to get "deflowered" in the backseat of a '78 Pontiac Trans Am. How fitting, it was! And he had been that boy in school, who was too mysterious to ever intentionally "get". The one who didn't say a lot or just had a minimal reaction to everything that had been going on around him. The one you didn't know much about, all except--his ride was bad ass.

The only thing that had been missing was the "mood music". I'd imagine something along the lines of Bush's "Glycerine" playing in the background on loop. But that song was much too adolescent for what was about to occur. By the way his ready smirk grew, I'd think of something more like the Deftones playing. At least it'd been playing in my head. "No Ordinary Love" was the song that best described this moment. The soft hissing of the bass and slow strums from the guitar, rhythmically enhanced that moment between us. The motionless, but heated build of what was sure to come, best described the lead vocalist's sensual voice softly kicking into the first verse.

With subtle movement, he positioned himself against me. An amorous sigh, left my lips. He lowered his head down to my left ear. His lips just grazing it. His breath sent a tingling sensation south as a shiver ran north of my spine.

"Whenever you're ready..." He whispered. His voice trailing along with the percussions and strings playing in my mind. With his body properly aligned with mine, his green eyes illuminating in the moon, and with a sturdy position he thrust deep within me. A hiss left the surface of my tongue as my hips were thrown off-guard.

Readying myself for the next rounds, bending my knees upward and lifting my hips. His skin burned against mine in a heated frenzy. Fitting so well inside, he moved his hips in an untraceable motion. Working all of the spots that needed working, whilst keeping a steady method of penetration.

My palms heavy on his back, I bit my lip as the persistent waves of pleasure outweighing pain beat against my body. With his lips and tongue firm on the spot that lie underneath my chin, his left hand had grasped my left thigh and cradled it within the crease of his forearm. Pulling it forward and placing my left calf over his shoulder. Working his body deeper into mine.

"Fuck." My whimpering rose into the steamy air above us. I could hear the song again. It was the beginning of the bridge and the bass was getting stronger. Red's thrusts became harder along with my comprehension of reality. My body hadn't felt anything like this, ever. Every inch of my body had been tingling like electric circuits ready to spark flames. With every kiss he made to my burning skin, I tried as hard as I could to live in the moment. It all felt as if those moments were too much for me to grasp as reality.

Finally the bass slammed into the chorus after the gradual build up of sensual tones. The vibe was a lot less uniform. The chords and vocals gave a free, airy feeling that I enjoyed. Matching the rhythm of his hips colliding into mine. His back curling in and out as my head rolled off of the seat and hung off of the edge. Soft, pleading moans rode on the surface of my breath. He sat up with his body still very much intact with mine. Pulling me closer, with my left ankle in hand. I tried my best to reach out to him. Feeling every inch of his pulsating heat deep within the folds of my most sensative areas. Rippling my torso and moving in circular motions.

I ran my hands along his chest, down to his torso. Running them through the thin layer of sweat that remained on the slick surface of his skin. Slowly wrapping my hands around his waist and giving his tight glutes a firm squeeze. He dove deeper and forced faster as his hips did the work. His eyes never left mine, trailing soft glances down my entire body. He grunted and squinted slightly as his grip on my ankle had tightened quite a bit.

"Shit." He panted as we lie chest to chest again. His motion slowed up as his lips and mine introduced themselves again. Our tongues danced in a secranized fashion. Our lips cascading around each others. Stopping for air, never.

The second verse held a sweet note and less of a sexual atmosphere than the first. The vocals still airy and soft, the bridge broke in hard and very metal. Borderline screaming, the vocalist recited with such passion. Red's body curled in and out faster and harder than before, almost as if he could hear the song too. Suddenly my whole body was consumed by the shakes. My thighs got the worst of it as they began to tremble like a moving train hadn't stopped passed us. Red groaned and grunted, working himself almost out of breath, but never letting up speed. As his velocity began to make me sweat, I was far from letting go.

"Ugh..." Then, I felt it. I felt something I couldn't possibly explain taking a hold of me. It started deep down in my spine. Every time I felt him rotate around a certain spot down south, it got stronger. My fingernails raked at his shoulder blades, as my feet pointed outward. I closed my eyes. "Oh, God!" My whimpers fell on deaf ears. Soon enough, he was pushing faster and harder, my knees were getting weaker by the second and my toes began to curl as I was certain I was losing it. The song in my head had been skipping momentarily. I opened my eyes to see a forest of bright red hair on my chest. I pushed my finger through every tangle and began to tug at it softly.

"Fuck, Dice!" He growled furiously.

"Faster!" I commanded. He mushed on as I grabbed a good handfull of his hair. My other hand had subconsciously slipped onto the door, lightly scratching the upholstery. He foraged deeper, wanting to get as deep as he could. In rough impacts, he slammed his body into mine with everything he had. As far as I was concerned, I had been on the edge of glory. I felt my senses giving in and my body giving way. My muscles tightened in every place, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I let out a sharp gasp, as I was sure I was losing my vision as well as my mind. Something shot through me like a lightening bolt on a steel rod. Though, I was out of it, my hips were still trying to keep pace with his; wanting to go some sort of unnamable orgasmic distant.

"Oh, Gee!" I cried out, My cries were ignored as he pumped harder and faster. Never minding the solid surfaces of my body. I began to feel my walls close in around him as his grip on my butt grew much tighter. I spread my knees further giving him remote access. My toes curled inward as that song began where it left off. "There's nothing like..." I moaned. My body consumed by hard tremors and bullets of sweat.

"You and I..." His shaking whisper eased my tensing body. As I felt a part of him give inside of me. "Mmm..." He groaned, frankly, out of breath. His crimson locks hung in the forefront of his devilish green stare. But one thing you couldn't miss, was the smile on his face. Shit, the smile spread wide across my lips was undisguisable.

Panting like a cheetah in the Savannah, he sat up to with draw himself from me. Pulling my head up softly, he placed it comfortably back onto the seat. Casually, I placed my hand behind my head, sat back and relaxed, with my knees still in the air. He relieved himself by sitting back and taking a few, much needed, deep breaths.

"That was..." He breathed. And then I caught sight of something. Something rather unusual but obvious at the same juncture. With a heavy hiss, I began to giggle aloud. "What?" His eyebrows furrowed with confusion and curiosity.

"I see the carpet doesn't match the drapes!" I cackled, playfully running the ball of my foot along his chest, resting my heal on his shoulder. He gave me a small smirk.

"Smart ass!" Taking my foot in hand, he grasped it and began leaving a trail of soft kisses up my left leg. My giggles died down and after that, all I could seem to do was smile. Smile, and just stare. Stare at him and wonder how much of a force we were together. He seemed to be wondering the same as he eased down beside me.

"You were amazing!" I enthused, rightfully so. In return, he gave me a wise smile and nestled his head in the crease of my shoulder.

"I think I could have been better." He replied, leaving small kisses on the crook of my neck.

"I'd like to be the judge of that." I smirked. He raised an eyebrow and advanced onto me.

There we were. With the stars among us and the desert night clearing around us. We were mere souls subjected to the constellations to judge. With the moon and the night sky on our side that night, our hearts longed for what days lied ahead of us.



A/N: To everyone who's going to see MCR this Saturday(09/17) at the Susquehanna Bank Arena! I hope you have funnn! I can't waittt (: