Thread: His Greatest Treasure (Crusade & darkangel76)

Jake was by no means a modern romantic, but there was a certain electricity he felt merely from holding Emma's hand. The warmth and the feeling of her soft flesh against his own gave him a feeling of comfort that was sort of foreign to him. He'd never been in any sort of real relationship. The woman he slept with and eventually killed meant nothing to him. And that was part of his problem. He didn't really know any of them. There was a disconnect there that left a good deal of his prizes feel cheap. The connection he already felt with Emma had to make it feel sweeter when it came time. It had to. I got it. Even the literally bumping into was nice. You're a good bumper, Jake said, giving her hand a squeeze as he spoke. He was trying to lighten the mood because Emma's nervousness was so palpable. Jake didn't know for sure if Emma was the type of woman who left her heart on her sleeve or if she was just really easy to read, but he fed off of the clues. And there were plenty of them. It was only a matter of minutes before the apartment building came into view. Jake had spent a good deal of time both inside and outside of the building, cowering in the shadows and leaving a good bit of distance between himself and the creator of his favorite blog, watching her do anything from go grocery shopping to checking for mail. He felt as if he knew her better than he should have and that was a definite advantage going forward. Her blog revealed a lot, too. He wondered if she would mention him, even though she knew he'd be reading it. All of those thoughts left him when they finally reached her door. Jake half-expected their walk to end outside at the street's entrance to her building, but she'd let him inside to her actual place. What would come next? An awkward good night? A friendly hug and maybe the exchanging of phone numbers? Even though Jake thought he had a good read on her, Emma really surprised him. Her mention of no roommate brought a smile to Jake's face. He nodded matter of factly at the news. That's always a good thing, he said, letting Emma's hand slip from his own. Jake didn't know what to expect of her indirect invite into her apartment. Did tea really mean tea in Emma's case or was it the same as a woman from the bar inviting him up to her place? Emma surely didn't seem like the type, but then again, she had pretty much invited him to come in. And Jake was a complete stranger to her aside from her knowing he followed her blog. Had she been anyone else, Jake wouldn't have hesitated to take up her offer, fuck her senseless and then kill her to end a very satisfying night. She wasn't anyone else, though and he planned on taking steps to make this one last. He wanted to savor every second with Emma before he turned her into his coveted prize. I like tea. Are you inviting me in? Jake asked, stepping a little closer to Emma. There was something about that moment. He was appreciative of the fact that she'd even consider having him over, the blush in her cheeks was incredibly endearing and he felt a feeling in his stomach he'd never experienced before. Jake placed his hands on Emma's hips and took another step forward, closing the gap between them so he could actually feel the heat radiating from her body. He smirked as he looked down at that innocent face of hers. Innocent, yet there she was with a strange man about to let him into her place. I would love to come inside, Emma, he said, lingering there for a moment before he eased back to allow her to pull out her keys and unlock the door. It was a way of him showing his genuine interest in her without actually going forth with anything. He didn't want to steal a kiss from her and really throw her. At least not yet. Once inside her apartment, anything was fair game.