Thread: His Greatest Treasure (Crusade & darkangel76)

Jake was startled free of his vivid thoughts by the sound of the kettle coming from the kitchen. He shifted his legs so one was crossed over the other, a tactic not only used for comfort, but to disguise the fact that he'd grown hard getting lost in his thoughts. It was something that often consumed Jake at home. He would either read up on Emma's blog or just fantasize about murder or bathing in blood and he'd feel a response inside of his pants as if to reaffirm how great those thoughts were. He rarely took care of the problem himself, however. There was little gratification in doing everything himself. Eventually, he'd turn to Emma to be that helping hand, but for the time being, he would enjoy her company and her tea and be on his best behavior. At least, that was the plan. When the blonde made her way back into the living room, Jake looked up from his lap and saw her holding the tray with both tea and cups. He smiled at her, breathing in the mild scent of the peppermint. He noted the inadvertently sexy way she bit her lip again. She was causing his face to burn a deep crimson and he felt like taking her by the wrist and tugging her down beside him. He wanted to feel the warmth of her body beside him. It wasn't long before she disappeared from the living room and headed into the kitchen again. She seemed overly nervous with him being there and Jake was tempted to get up and either excuse himself for some bullshit reason just to give her a chance to compose herself or just follow her into the kitchen and ask her if everything was alright. He chose to do neither and stayed put on the couch, hoping Emma wasn't going to let her nerves get the best of her. He took it upon himself to pour them both cups of tea, the smell of peppermint hitting him even stronger when the cups were full. He often drank tea during the time between a kill and sleep. It was soothing and calming and put him in a place of peace. Emma would learn that at some point. She would learn about all of his twisted fantasies and his fucked up worldview. She'd see how aggressive he could be and learn of all of the dark, disturbing things that turned him on. But first, tea. Returning the second time, this time with cookies, Jake smiled at her again. You're quite the host. Tea and cookies. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I think it's working. Jake laughed and looked at the cookies and then into Emma's eyes. I love oatmeal raisin, he added, wanting Emma to relax. She didn't have to wait on him and there was nothing for her to be afraid of. He wasn't going to kill her. He wanted her alive for a while. Seeing how tentative she was, Jake took the initiative and grabbed hold of Emma's hand, tugging her down to sit beside him on the couch. He let her hand go as soon as she was seated. He was sure to stay close enough that their thighs touched as they sat. Jake reached for Emma's cup of tea and handed it to her. He stole a cookie for himself, took a quick bite and then slipped his hand down onto Emma's thigh. His fingertips slid idly over it, his mind wanting to race again. He coaxed it not to and turned to look at Emma as they sat so close he could feel the heat radiating off of her body. I want to know more about you, Emma. The stuff you don't talk about in your blog. What's something I don't know about you? Jake asked. He was genuinely interested and his photographic memory would help him in recalling even the most minute of details she told him. It could come into play later. He could bring up something she never thought he'd remember and impress the pants right off of her at a later date. Jake was cold and calculating, even when he was warm and inviting.