Adam Smith - part 4

Original post date: Friday, November 14, 2008


Adam Smith - part 4

Her hand grazes the back of his neck to let him know that she is there, he jumps anyways. She wraps her arms around his waist and rests her head against his back. His hands remain locked to the countertop and his breath quickens. She slides her hands up his chest and hooks her fingers into the clavicles. He can feel her breath tickling his neck, causing shivers to race down his spine. Frozen, he doesn't know what to do so he stands completely still. She traces his torso with her fingers.

Her hands follow his lines from his shoulders down his arms, ignoring the cuffed long sleeves her hands flow down his forearms and fingers intertwine with his. Retracing her movements her hands end where they started, around his waist. Her hands get fistfuls of his shirt and she starts to pull up.

He lets her.

She runs her hand up his bare chest and his shirt is released more from his jeans with each inch. Around the sides of his chest her hands travel and grab onto his lats and she takes him and turns him around. She looks into his face and his eyes are still squeezed shut. Gently she places her hands framing his face; his features soften at her touch. She stands on her toes and kisses him gently on the lips.
"Where's your bedroom," she whispers.

She takes his hand and leads him up the stairs, her jeans sweeping the treads with each step, his hand still in hers. He never speaks and by the layout of the house she determines which room is his, picking the one that she would have chosen. She pushes open the door and leads him to the bed. Her hands take each button and slide it through its hole. Each movement with grace and a building anticipation, she pushes his shirt over his shoulders. He is not as skinny as she thought, and she can see his nipples get hard from the chill in the air. Undoing his belt she slides it through the loops, slithering it lands on the floor with a clank. The fly on his jeans unbutton with a single pull, and she pushes them over his hips and they gather at his feet.

He stands there fully aroused with a pair of briefs on, white against his whiter skin. She takes his hands in hers and places them on her breasts as she slides her hoodie off of her shoulders. He doesn't move. She looks him in the eyes with a smile as she unbuttons her jeans and lets them fall to the floor. Stepping away she turns down the covers and crosses her arms in front of her, grabbing her tank top she raises her arms above her head exposing her breasts. She slides into the bed and gestures for Adam to lie next to her.

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He slides under the sheet, it is dark so he navigates by touch. Straddling the body he reaches on his side and feels the steel that hangs there. The table is hard and cold beneath his knees. Which should he take today, another left? He reaches across his body and grabs her hand as if meeting her for the first time and with his right grips the saw. Tracing the wrist with his fingers he feels for where the carpals meet the radius and ulna. Turning her hand he runs the blade over her wrist and feels the blood ooze between his fingers. She is still warm, but has chilled to room temperature. He has twenty minutes before the body is to be removed and sent to the coroner where all unclaimed bodies reside waiting for information, any information to help identify the body.

The gel like blood pools at his knees and he can feel it soaking through to his skin. He cuts. He is through the flesh and feels for the separation of bones with the blade of the saw. It is always easier to cut through cartilage. Fourty-seven pulls of the blade, the last one only took thirty-three, he wonders why this one took more, she was younger, maybe less deterioration due to age.

He reaches into his back pocket and feels for the Ziploc that he tucked back there. Unzipping the bag he places her hand in and slides out from under the blanket. Walking out the door he heads straight for the lockers to change out of his blood stained clothes. He passes his supervisors window and gives a nod, slipping by without incident.

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A beam of light shines across his eyes, the change causes him to shift and wake up. Squinting he looks at the clock and rolls over to his nightstand. He slides open the drawer and places his hand on the worn wooden grip.

He hears her breathing.

Sliding the drawer closed he rolls back over and watches her sleep in the morning light. Her arm lies above the covers and he starts tracing her fingers, following the tendons on the inside of her wrist. He follows the outline of a coffee stain on her arm and watches as her eyes open and smile at him. He leans over and gently kisses her lips, again.