James Hackett

At least the new chair works just as I wanted it to. Thank goodness, otherwise that last kill may have gone differently. Another deserving soul on its way.

Being La Femme had its own satisfaction and right now I had no regrets, but Layla…was I still Layla?

Sigh did I want to be? She was so broken and still so empty, she had a purpose now and she was really hoping it would be enough.
The rain started then, softly at first until it was the heavy kind that was perfect to sit in. It was a beautiful night actually as she made her way up the small hill to her new house, so hidden away and ideal for her new life. It was usually pitch black in front her place, she had disconnected the street light and the heavy foliage always gave it an abandoned eerie look. Where else would a harbinger of death live right?

The full moon lit the entire house and yard tonight though, the downpour made it difficult to see anything but beaten trees hanging on to their leaves for dear life. The only thing louder than the rain was the river rushing pass behind her property, a purposeful convenience, she could leave or arrive hurriedly when necessary, the river bank was too steep for most people to navigate ensuring only the worst of the beasties could ever trod that path.
Lol, I guess I was a worst of the beasties now.

That thought and her current unsteady state caused uncontrollable laughter mixed with tears as she crossed into the yard. She felt the madness rising within ripping her slim sanity to shreds, who was she now? Layla or Femme, was there a difference? Layla wanted to be whole and to be free and death was still a desired destination; Femme had purpose and was driven to complete an impossible task, death was her direction.

The cold rain mixed with her tears and confusion, the bruises from the fight getting slapped with cold causing her to shiver from the inside out. She didn’t mind the cold, maybe it could help numb her out so at least this night she could sleep, recover and try to find some semblance of a life in the middle of this chaos.

He stood in the cold watching her and waiting for her to sense him. He had seen her like this before so strong and so lost. Andrew wondered if he had made the right choice coming to her when she was like this. Hell he wasn’t sure how he knew she would be like this. As always everything with Layla was some cosmic mystery, destiny and fate…words she kept throwing at him and he continually rejected. All the stories she told him, proof or not his mind readily rejected it all. Looking at her so dejected and torn apart from the inside out put a whimsical smile on his face, in that instant she felt him and raised red puffy eyes to his.

Biting her lips she stared at him, wanting to close her eyes and just escape him. Tonight she couldn’t take his disapproval and his cold sensibility, she was altogether to close to her own edge. His sarcastic smile in place he started walking towards her, instinctively she leaned back bracing for the lecture to come.

He should walk away, even after waiting hours for her he should walk away and leave her. The invisible line that morality forbade him from crossing lay threadbare between him and her in this moonlit downpour of a night. In his mind he had crossed it too many times to count and in his heart it no longer existed. His soul was the one place he had managed to keep her from invading, so he told himself. To prove he was right he would confront her face to face.

Crossing the slick grass he knelt in front her and roughly pulled her face square with his. His deeply sucked in breath rushed out of him as she tensed in his arms waiting for him to argue with her.

No fight left in her Layla readied herself for the onslaught Andrew was about to deliver.

“Oh fuck me” Confusion barely registered on Layla’s face when Andrew scorched her lips with his. This was not a kiss. This was years of pent up frustration breaking on her lips and shoving into her mouth. His fingers dug into the side of her head while his anger led his tongue to battle with hers. It was cruel and without mercy, he was mad and she felt it. She actually felt it. His anger broke through where his compassion had been turned away. Something in her broke and was let loose. Some thing hot, hungry and needy. It freed itself with a harsh cry and Layla started kissing him back like she was feeding the emptiness inside her. Him, this, she needed them both.
Abruptly he pulled himself back.

Panting furiously they stared at each other. It was a moment of choice, in this instant either of them could back away and the burning kiss could be forgotten and forgiven.
“Layla…”
“Andrew…give me what I need”

Limbs tangled as Layla pushed herself out of the wheelchair and onto Andrew. They tumbled onto the grass as their lips met again cruel passion churning between them driving their bodies to the flash beyond pleasure.

Andrew rolled her over pressing his hardened form into her thigh and her back into the grass. His left hand braced his body over her while his right possessively stroked her rain beaten thigh. Before she could react his lips swooped in and sucked on one of her nipples, biting through her clothing and twisting it to the point of pain.

“Arghhh” Layla grunted in approval and lost her fingers in his hair pressing him into her chest.

The rain poured as they battled each other. His hands ripping off her clothes while his teeth bit and scraped the newly exposed flesh. Not to be outdone she made quick work of his shirt and belt buckle, this was the missing piece to her new life. The core of her pulsed for him, heat emanated from her center to her very tips and she reveled in the feeling of it. As his pants slid south Layla pulled his face from her stomach and licked his lips.

“Layla let me taste you, I want your essence in me. Put your hands above your head and leave them there, let me have you, surrender to me, just trust me”

Her restless body greedily wanted it all now, no preamble. He could see the struggle all over her face but finally with a deep breathe she let her self go, stretched her arms above her head and waited for him to take.

She lay staring up at him, her body his. She was so beautiful. Full of curves and flesh just where she should have them. Her breasts heavy, full, sloping with nipples dark chocolate pointed skyward teased and puckered waiting for more.

Kneeling over her he softly licked his way across her face, pressing gentle kisses against her closed eyes and ravaged lips. The tip of his tongue made her whimper as he caressed her ears and slowly made his way under her chin to her very sensitive neck.

His teeth, lips and tongue played recklessly with the skin there driving her to squirm and cry his name. Ignoring her cries his tongue swirled south and circled her nipples without touching them proper. Looking up her could see her fingers clawing the grass while her hips started shifting and rising. Going further he let his teeth drag the plane of her stomach and harshly bit her navel.

“Please Andrew!” Her back arched with her pleas and still he kept his slow pace. By now he could smell the essence of her escaping from what he surmised was a very wet slick center. Smiling at her his hands slid behind her knees raising them and spreading her wide open for his eyes to feast upon.

Her pained sounds merged with his unconscious cries. Before him open, wet and very engorged was her core. He wanted to tease but couldn’t. Andrew wanted her and wanted her now, his own body tensed and his blood raged with desire not yet spilt. Shit! He could cum just from watching her like this.

Layla wanted to die and live at the same time. The exquisite torture was pushing her to some unknown pleasure place, her body tingled with the knowledge and feel of it. She couldn’t take much more and she hoped Andrew felt the same. Her nails and hands were slushy with mud, she had dug straight through the grass and was trying to stay as he had asked. The rain was absolutely no help, the pounding cold emphasized the heat he was creating.
“Andrew…”

His stunned face glanced back at her, confirming that he too was tethering on the edge ready to tumble off with one well place puff of air. With her knees bent she could move very little but managed to slightly lift her hips off the grass and closer to him.
Puff.

Lips met lips as Andrew took Layla’s strong hint and began sucking on her clit and licking the slick wetness below it. The trembling started in her legs and exploded out of her mouth as the first orgasmic wave hit her, strong and powerful, intense pleasure and heat engulfed her mind and her body rose up to bind itself to his face.

It was too much for Andrew to handle he had to be in her. With the taste of her covering his mouth he rose up and covered her squeals sharing the liquid she freely gave as he slid that desperately hard yearning of himself home.

Moan met moan as he slipped his shoulders under her knees and pushed them both past sanity and into magnificent bliss.

Sweet friction gripped them both as his cock slid uncontrollably against her tight slick walls.
The harder he pushed, the lustier her groans.
“Give it to me Andrew…more more more more”

The end broke them both, drawn to each others eyes they saw the truth of who they were and what they had done.

A truth so painfully real and brutal, it was too much to bear. Tears came unbidden as Layla held on and cried her pain out even as the final shivers of pleasure coursed through her.

He loved her. Not in the fond way but in a way that she did not know how to return. All this time had passed and only after letting go with him did she really see who he was.

Holding her in the softened rain Andrew felt his soul collapse. The weight of what happened shifted onto him, there was only one way forward and he already knew how difficult it was going to be. Being her therapist would seem like a quiet splash in a muddy pond in comparison to the doorway they just fell through.
“Layla…at least the sex will be good.”

Her face did that funny contortion between tears and humor with a slab of disbelief. “You are such an ass, a hell of a fuck but an ass nonetheless.”

“You’re not even going to give me the courtesy of trying to talk my way out of the next step?”

Positioning himself over her, he pinned her snugly between his thighs and the grass, Andrew prepared himself for what was probably the most important conversation of his life. The only way to get through it was to bare his soul and be completely vulnerable to a woman who had more walls and defenses than Fort Knox ever would. God help him.

“Hmm, you tested smarter than that in my evaluation exercises…do not tell me old age is already taking its toll”
“What de…”

“Layla, look at me, we have already gone too far, there is no talking or thinking of retreat. You know as well as I do what this means.”

Putting one hand on the bare breast directly over her heart, “I don’t have to hide what I feel anymore and as deathly afraid as that makes me, neither one of us can change it. Whether you like it or not, you can accept it or not or even if you never reciprocate”

Andrew grimaced. “I swear by all that I hold holy to never leave you.”

“I will hurt you”
“You already have”
“I will break your heart”

“I am still waiting to find some pieces you discarded about a year ago”
“My life now is dangerous”

“I won’t get in the way of it and I am a doctor”
”Not a real one…”
“Real enough to get you great pain meds”
“You won’t have a regular life again”
“I stopped having one ever since I dreamt you.”
“That wasn’t me”

“Lying to me is fine you have done it enough times for me not to be bothered anymore, but don’t you think it is time to stop lying to yourself.”
“I don’t want you”
“I know.”
“But I need you don’t I?”
“Yes.”
“When you say great pain meds, how great are we talking?”
“Only the very best for you.”

Andrew’s earnest reply was enough to make her start tearing up again. He picked her up and headed for inside, as he walked them through the grass she snuggled into him and he held on tight in return.

Layla had no idea what would come next but somewhere inside, she knew two things for certain. Andrew was always in her heart no matter how much she denied it and secondly she would bring death to him, what else could La Femme De Mort do?