Thread: His Greatest Treasure (Crusade & darkangel76)

It was nothing much. A bed and a computer. There wasn't anything overtly special about the bedroom, but to Jake, it was akin to being in a mad scientist's laboratory. It was where Emma went and poured her heart out in her blogs. Just the sounds of the keys clicking as she typed away was music to his ears. Jake was tempted to step forward and place his hands on Emma's shoulders. He wanted to lean in close and read every word as it was typed. He wanted to encourage her to continue. He would've sat right there with her and watched her churn out a novel from beginning to end. He was as enamored with her writing as he was with her. He saw the familiar page of her blog, but instead of being a spectator from his own laptop, he was looking at it from the creator's perspective. It was fascinating and Jake's eyes were wide with a boyish wonder, one that seemed so startlingly out of place on the face of a cold blooded killer. It wasn't long before Emma had finished a short post on her blog. Her reaction afterwards was a little strange, but again Jake assumed it was just nerves. Even though she had a public blog, Jake couldn't help but think Emma was a pretty private person. Her opening up to him the way she was had to be an enormous step and it was obviously taking a toll on the poor thing. When she asked him if he wanted any ice water, Jake shook his head. He'd never heard of a cup of tea in the middle of Fall overheating someone. It didn't add up. Just an excuse to get away. Jake wouldn't try convincing her to stay. A little alone time would do him some good. Read her post and maybe do some snooping. Jake wanted to learn as much about Emma as he possibly could, whether that meant checking her browser history or peeking inside of her closet. When she was out of the room, Jake took a seat in Emma's vacated chair and read her newest post. He knew it had to have been him she was referencing. He was the source of inspiration. He doubted she was talking about the young couple who'd found respite in the quiet of the park after dark. He was the inspiration. He was putting her mind to work, just as she was doing the same thing to him. He grinned as he read the words and then eased himself off of the chair. He listened in close near the bedroom door to try to hear footsteps. Silence. Trying his luck, Jake decided on looking through Emma's drawers. He opened the top drawer of her dresser, hoping to find something that might give him a better glimpse of the woman he so desperately wanted. Just as his had been, it seemed that top drawer of Emma's was where she kept her underwear. Jake flipped through a few bras and pairs of panties, some lace numbers a little more risque than he'd anticipated coming from Emma. She seemed so pure. So wholesome. Anything divulging from that path enthralled him. There were things he didn't know about her. He had more to learn. He wanted to know everything. He shuffled through a few more pairs, every so often looking over his shoulder to check on the door. Surely he didn't want to ruin what was shaping up to be a perfect night by getting caught snooping through some of Emma's undergarments. Blindly reaching in, his hand clasped something that he knew from the start wasn't underwear. When he fished it out, he saw a small silk pouch that was cinched at the very top. Opening the bag, Jake reached a hand inside and dumped the belongings onto the bed. His eyes widened at the sight of a blindfold and cord. Emma didn't seem like she would have anything of the sort tucked away in her drawers, but there was the proof right in front of him. Had things not been so new, he might have confronted her about the find and took advantage of the fact that he was already in her room and was turned on by a number of elements, from the contents of the pouch to her blog. He wanted to slip the blindfold onto her, pull out his knife and toy with her body. He wanted to undress her slowly, use the cord to tease and tempt her. So many images flashed through his mind, he had to shake them free just enough to gather himself. He grabbed the pouch, tucked the contents back inside and then stowed them away in the place he'd found them. Jake closed the drawer, took a deep breath and then settled back into the computer chair so it'd appear he'd never left it. He pulled open her browser history out of mild curiosity, but found nothing too out of the ordinary. But maybe, just maybe...Emma would be more than willing to indulge him in his darker of desires. The find had been a pleasant surprise. He'd never felt so overwhelmed. Emma was taking a toll on him and it was only their first night together. Tucking the chair underneath the desk while he sat at her computer, Jake used it to his advantage to hide his erection that was stirring in his jeans. He stared blankly at the computer screen, reading her blog post over and over to himself. What are you doing to me, Emma?