Thread: Killing in the Name of... (Closed for ShadesOfGrey)

Kelly giggled into his mouth. The way he pulled her dress off over her shoulders reminded her of a little boy carefully unwrapping a new toy and liking what he found. She felt him kick his shoes off as, having pulled, almost ripped, his shirt and undershirt off and tossed them onto the floor out of the way. Her kisses were more aggressive when she resumed kissing him, her tongue dueling wetly with his as she allowed her hands to explore the hard muscles of his upper chest and shoulders. Kelly whined softly when he broke the kiss so he could say her name, gazing at him with a part questioning, part annoyed, look on her face. Was he having second thoughts about being intimate with someone who'd tried to kill him, or was she being to aggressive for his taste? Maybe he didn't like women who knew what they wanted and prefered his women to be submissive? Kelly hoped not because she didn't do submissive. Kelly stared at him without expression as he told her about the knife with obvious embarrassment. At least he'd told her about it before she'd found it buried between her ribs she thought wryly to herself. But then, not having a knife wouldn't make him any the less dangerous though, if that was his intent. With that rather exiting but disturbing thought Kelly shuffled backwards so that she could undo his pants and pull them down over his hips along with his underwear, doing her best to ignore his obvious arousal. Still moving backwards she slowly removed them and tossed them to join his other clothes, quickly followed by his socks and the knife. She stood up and reached behind her to unzip the dress, then pulled it off over her head in one quick motion and let it fall to the floor leaving her in a strapless black lace bra and matching panties that did little to hide the dark mass of her pubic hair. It wasn't the most elegant, or sexy way to remove the dress but it served it's purpose. She shook out her hair, which had become tousled but only suceeded in giving herself even more of a 'just got out of bed' look. Don't go anywhere. She laughed, walking over to the mini bar with a seductive sway to her hips. After selecting her drink Kelly paused there for a long moment, thoughtfully toying with the little bottle of doctored malt whiskey. It was the sensible thing to do, but then Kelly didn't do sensible because sensible was, well, just boring. Instead she chose a bottle, of brandy for him before making her way back to the bed with the same slow, deliberate sway to her hips. Mounting the bed she moved back to straddle his hips again, settling herself firmly against him with only the thin barrier of her panties seperating them before handing him his drink. To new... friends. She opened her bottle and downed the contents in one quick gulp. Friends, or rather lovers, at least for tonight, she thought to herself. She had no intention of telling him about the tiny .25 Taurus backup pistol that was within easy reach if she should need it. Even in her small hand it looked tiny but that didn't mean the subsonic hollow points it spat out were any the less deadly. OOC With Kelly playing around with guns I thought I'd better look up a couple of suitable weapons for her on the web