The rushing of the water grows louder, the sound of it overpowering the insects and underbrush life as we emerge from the tree line to the steep bank of the river. It’s a narrow body of water, and probably not deep, more like a creek than an actual river, but that’s okay, water is water, and I only need enough to soak the ground, so my flames don’t take more than they’re supposed to.
The lack of trees allows the moonlight to shine down on the fast-moving surface, making the current flicker with glittering silver streaks. It’s pretty actually but not as pretty as the now illuminated face of the woman standing next to me, looking between me and the water in question.
“So what do we do?” She asks, bouncing on her heels, her hands wringing in front of her.
“You do nothing but stay out of the way. I don’t want you hurt.” I say, shrugging my shoulder, dropping the corpse onto the soft, muddy ground of the bank.
The squelch of the mud under him is disgusting and wet and makes me shiver at the thought of having to touch him now that’s he’s not just covered in his own mess, but also the filth of the earth. I curl up my lip and shake my head, trying to dispel the heebie jeebies from what I know it's going to feel like, even with my gloves on.
Ugh, nasty.
The water is cool as I reach down into it, soaking my gloves, washing the blood from them, where it flows away, never to be seen again. My reflection on the surface that moves left to right wavers, but I can see the mess on my skin. Theres red streaks, and small dots everywhere, the blood spatter coats me more than I thought it did, and I’m amazed that the beautiful creature watching me from my side hasn’t run yet. I look like the monster that I am.
Theres nothing to gather water with, and with an annoyed sigh, I pull off my shoe and dip it in, catching as much as it will hold.
Fucking hell.
I pour a wide circle around the body, making sure to saturate any leaves, grass, fallen branches, and anything else that could potentially burn. The mud, although gross, is a big help, it’ll absorb the heat and pull it away from the foliage just a meter away.
A simple flick of the wheel on my lighter has the flame dancing in excitement in my hand. I stare at it, transfixed, getting lost in the oranges and blues as they move. I’m like a moth; always drawn to the light and the promises it brings.
“This is it?” Phoenix asks as I squat down, my eyes intensely watching as the flame reaches out for the dead guy, lighting him up, taking to his t-shirt like it was kindling.
“Now we make sure the flames stay contained, and we clean up. Well, I clean up. I can’t stand…”
“The mess?” She asks, coming up behind me, her hands on my shoulders, the heat from them warming my skin from the mere contact.
“Yeah.”
Her touch is hotter than the fire rapidly building in front of me as the flames begin to devour their meal, and I lean my head to the side, resting it on her knuckles, allowing myself to feel her touch, silently asking for more. The erection I had from the kiss, which faded away through the trek across the woods is now begging to come back just at the sensation of her skin on mine.
“You’re a very complex man, aren’t you?”
“I never thought so. But I guess you could say that.” I sigh, leaning back a little as the fire licks its way towards me, instinctively pushing her back as well to keep her safe. “I need you back further please.”
“Why? You don’t want me to get…” She asks as I rise and turn to face her, stepping forward so she steps back more.
“Burnt.” I whisper, looking down to the wet earth under my bare feet and the brown mud that cakes them.
I’d rather see the foul mess on me than look into her dark eyes. I don’t want to see my reflection in them as I lose control of the cold calculated killer in me, who wants to sweep her off her feet and impale her on his cock over a burning body. It’s wrong, it’s nasty, it’s disgusting, and it’s what I crave most as the smoke from the fire behind me fills the still air.
“You can burn me if you want.” She says, her fingers reaching out for me, brushing softly against my blood-soaked tank.
“Don’t say such things.”
“Why?”
“Because I WILL burn you until there’s nothing left.” I confess, and I don’t know if I mean it figuratively or literally. Either way, I’m going to leave scorch marks on her tanned flesh with as hot as I am for her.
Fucking hell.
I curse a string of obscenities at the stupidity under my breath as I sharply grab her wrist hauling her into me, making her gasp in surprise.
“Burn me.” She says on a heavy sigh a hair’s breadth before her lips clash violently to mine.
“Fuck.”
The warmth at my back is nothing compared to my front as I lift her off her feet, with my hands under her ass hauling her into my chest. She wraps her legs around my waist, her hot pussy only separated from my dick by our clothes, and I growl into her mouth.
