18+ - mature chapter from lemons though the ages

[mekachu04]

kidd 17

House slips out the door, glancing his way, before whispering something to Compo. They wave UK and Moai over, and the three of them enter the room with House. They start carrying bodies out next. Fancy dressed men with throats torn open. They're tossed down the hall, just taking out trash. The last one's lost his slacks at some point. His face is smashed beyond recognition, his groin resembling something of a child's pinata after the party goers have gone home. Not that care was given to the corpses up until this point, but Moai spat on this one when it was added to the pile.
House's own expression was hidden by her glasses, before she turned to nod to Kidd, letting him into the large lavish bedroom. There was more wealth in this room than Kidd would see in his whole life, at least if the dead men hadn't chosen his people to hire for their little party. Johns had tried drugging Killer before, though most where just whatever party drug was making the rounds that week. But it was also on her list of things she would not do, and they got one warning not to bring it up again before she got violent. A few had, unfortunately, succeeded in drugging her anyway, and those where never the designer drugs passing hands at dance clubs. This john thought having his little entourage meant he could ignore her rules.

Well, he wont make that mistake again.

She and the others had been missing for two days; three days spend with this pompose goon and his posse. The john looked like he'd been dead for at least half a day, Killer must have gotten her chance when they'd gone to top her back up again. Still meant he'd done god knows what in the mean time.

She looked a mess where House had her laid on her side, recovery position. Her eyes bloodshot, lips chapped. Fingers white in their grip on the knife she's pilfered from someone at some point. Bruising on her wrists; at least some of the blood on her face her own, her nose still dripping. She's not tracking him when he enters, starting dully across the room.

Kidd doesn't approaches her at first, still looking around the room. The blood pools in the carpet. On the bed. He flips the switch for the massive bathroom off to the side, looking over the pill bottles half interested. House's probably already made notes, looking into what they do. Side effects. Overdoes symptoms. How to counter them, all that jazz. He glances through the drawers, not sure what he's looking for until he finds it with a smirk.

House reenters about then, bowl and clothes in hand. She talks to Killer first, fine soft fabrics bundled up on a clear carpet patch, before approaching Kidd with the bowl. "Warm water," she tells him, his own pillaged prize slipping into the sash at his waist. It takes a moment to get the temperature right, House gathering clean towels and wash clothes from the bathroom, and the two return to Killer's side.

Kidd gently cleans the blood and gore from Killer, House leaving them be to go check on the others still in the building. She growls a warning at him when he first sits her upright; he smiles at that, warm wash cloth against her cheek. "That's my girl."

He's pretty sure she still has no idea what's going on, but she doesn't make like she'd going to attack him yet, and he slowly washes her. She sits quietly watching him in return, even lets the knife clatter to the floor when he stands and turns his back to her to dump the water and refill the bowl.

She's got some bruising that might be more, but the drugs have her so muddled he can't gauge how hurt she really is right now.

Someone will collect him when it's time to make a decision on what next, in the mean time, his partner takes his full attention.

He pulls his prize from his sash, showing the elegant hair brush to her before working on the mess they've left of her hair. He's still brushing when she sighs, relaxing finally. It still might be hours until she's back to her senses but the deadly edge to her has soften away.







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"Hiya Kidd...."

He can't help but smirk, the soft gravel of her voice going straight to his dick. She's doing it on purpose, those gorgeous blue eyes peaking up at him through bangs and lashes. And any other day, he'd have her up against the nearest stable surface. But her eyes are still a touch too wide, too slow in following him when he does move. She's doing better, the more dangerous stuff out of her system, but not everything. Not yet.

But she's aware like she hasn't been all day, and Kidd's relieved to see her. He ducks away from her attempt at a kiss, instead pressing his own painted lips to her forehead. She huffs at him, and he kisses he side of her cheek, the corner of her eye, making absurd little kissy noises when he does, and a smudge of red on her skin.