𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝓎’𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝓈!
he held his hands behind your head, not touching just hovering. his fingers were stretched out and he was clenching the air, a crazy look on his face- he was almost about to just bite your head off, you gave him so much cuteness aggression.
“mmm i dunno! help me, rudy, im holding up this whole line!” you turn back to face him with worried eyes, quickly he stopped his little intrusive thought a moment beforehand.
“just get a nice vanilla shake, get more then one cherry” he gently puts his hands on your shoulders, and even more gently telling you what to do. it was your first little date- as he suspected, you came back to the hospital with debbie. and sure enough, you were over the moon about him asking you for dinner!
the problem was, you were much too nervous to eat, especially in front of him. you weren’t, like, having problems with that stuff, it’s just you were too focused daydreaming about on your lips on his, then to put anything else in between them.
it was only your first date, but brian saw how your body lost all its tension the second he placed his hands on your shoulders. you listened to him, trusted him, all so right off the bat. you were either an idiot or already blindly in love. either was perfect.
“um, c-can i have a vanilla shake please…” god, you sounded so dumb. you don’t even stutter normally, what the heck!
“don’t forget the cherries, give her a few alright? don’t be greedy” luckily, brian found your shyness adorable. it meant he got even more control, and you needed him in a sense. like, already, you would’ve been so sad if they didn’t put any cherries, and you forgot to mention it.
you don’t even have time to pull out your little wallet because brian puts a 20 on the counter. he grabs your little hand and it sends shockwaves through his body.
“c’mere sweetie, we’ll wait on my trunk”
“kk!” you feel so giddy too, practically skipping as he guided you to his car. he shakes his head slightly, trying to fight the little smile growing- you were just soooo cute, so innocently happy. he almost thought you were faking it, but again, too sweet to even lie.
you put your hands on the back of his trunk, and use all of your upper body strength to lift your self up. God, it felt like the car was so high up. you fall a little, squeal in embarrassment, and the back of your dress lifts up enough to see the bottom of your ass, oh no!!
brian bites his lip, again, this time because he saw so much more of your soft smooth skin then he thought he would yet. all he wanted to do was trace it, maybe draw some lines as to map out where to… but that would be in vain, of course, he’d never do that to you. he wanted you around a little too much.
and you were too pretty and perfect to kill. he was starting to care beyond admiration, as this thought made its way into his scary scary mind.
you think of how respectful he is when he gently pulls your skirt down for you, sensing how upset you are with yourself for your nerves tonight. even better, he grabs you by your waist, and you’re too wrapped up with how he lifts your butt up on the trunk to notice how he mumbled “just like a little doll…”
“oof- thank you” you smile down at him. you were right, the car is pretty high up, brian is so damn tall but sitting up here made you about an inch taller.
“mhm..” brian nods. you pout a little, he seems like he’s zoning out, is he bored? your worries go away when he validates you, gently playing with the loose curls at the bottom of your never ending hair, just like he did the other day when you met.
he just can’t get it out of his head- you’re so perfect. your pretty face, it was enough to kill him. your body, so perfect for him, the body he’d been searching for… the way you carried yourself, like a real life babydoll, so sweet, perfect hair, sweet perfume, pretty dresses, intoxicating eyes and the most beautiful voice ever- even when you sounded stupid enough to make yourself cry into your pillow once you got home.
“mm so how did you become captain hook?” you wince and close your eyes, biting your lip. you were embarrassed, saying silly things. but all brian could see was his glossy your lips were, he noticed how much you bit your lip, he wondered what you’d do if he bit it for you. if he drew blood, how would it look when it mixed with your gloss?
he faked a laugh at your comment, it was cute and he wanted to make you feel a little more comfortable, but he was dead set on your lips- a little preoccupied to slap his knee over it.
there was a part of him that enjoyed how uncomfortable you got sometimes, though. the way you’d trip over yourself and your words, the way your highest record for holding eye contact has been 5 seconds, he almost felt like you liked him as much as he liked you.
“well.. i saw my mother, uh lose some body parts in a freak accident as a kid. i wanted to.. put ‘er back together but the pieces, just, weren’t around” he didn’t know why he told it so truthfully, he wasn’t too sad to recall it at this point but he wanted to know how you’d react, knowing that he went through something.
of course, your heart breaks. you immediately shift over to hug him, leaning down slightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders.
“oh my goodness… oh em gee” you whimper. brian chuckles, it didn’t affect him much when he wasn’t thinking too hard about it so your reaction just solidified something about you rather then any self realization for him; you really weren’t faking it, you were just that sweet. he could tell when you were on the verge of tears.
“hey, hey what are you doing?” he asks gently, cupping your face and patting your cheeks, under your eye lids too as if to examine for any wetness.
you sniffle “m’ sorry i’m trying to comfort you, it’s just, wow… and to witness it as a baby, oh!”
he chuckled but hugs you back, this time he felt the tiniest bit of something. so tiny, deep deep down, like the last try of a candle light before it finally flickers out.
“awww it’s okay lovebug, you’re too sweet. nothin’ i haven’t been able to move on from”
you sniffle again but nod, pulling back from the hug slightly to kiss his cheek. you wish you could’ve been there for him when he was a baby, knowing after he lost his mom nobody probably did. you didn’t know why you just assumed that, but something told you it was more of a fact then a theory.
he was older then you, by lots and he was obviously the one to look out for you here- already that dynamic was showing. but oh gosh, you just wanted to kiss him all over like he’s your baby right now but you stuck to his cheek.
brian felt your soft glossy lips on the side of his face, and he squeezed his eyes shut to avoid grabbing your jaw and paying a little visit to your mouth. he was starting to assume all the things about you that drive him crazier, his own mind imprisoning him to your heart.
he imagined things just as you actually did them, he read you like a book. like the way you read your diary, your thoughts and feelings about him that you’d just written all laid out in sparkly glitter ink. you wrote hearts around his name; rudy, but if you knew it was brian you’d dot the i with a heart too.
he imagined what was going through your mind right now, how much you wanted to stick around him, listen to him talk, feel him in all sorts of ways. and again, he was right on the money! if anything, he was a bit less generous then he should’ve been with the sheer amount he’s crossed your mind already.
it wasn’t like he wasn’t in the same boat too. a war within himself- not whether or not to hurt you, fatally at least, because he knew he wouldn’t. he didn’t doubt that at all. it was the reasoning- why? it would be so much easier to get to dex through deb, and even if he did choose you, your sweet little body could be a real nice kill. but the thought of it made him hug you tighter, your kissing his cheek strengthening his own little code in his mind;
“she’s too perfect to kill”
he caresses your lips with his thumb, before almost suddenly leaving.
“i’m gonna go get your little shake, sweet girl. stay here okay? it’s real dark” he looked around a little, almost scoping the scenery to make sure you’d be alright in the 5 seconds you’d be alone.
you nod, a little alarmed by the sudden topic change but of course you go with it. you’d be a fool not to do anything he says, he’s a real catch!
brian comes back quickly with your shake, you don’t realize till now that rudy didn’t even get anything for himself.
“thank you so much! but.. aren’t you hungry?” the way you care if he’s eaten or not, the way you pull out the straw and suck on the whipped cream, it gets on those pretty glossy lips…
“you thought i’d be silly enough to get someone as little as you a large?” you blink when he says this, confused until he inserts a second straw. you giggle like crazy when he takes big sips, winking at you.
“ouu is it yummy? do you like it?” you ask, brian holds up one of the cherries to your glossy, now whipped cream covered lips.
“you tell me” he says gently. for some reason you get butterflies, in your little tummy and in your pretty pussy. you be a brave girl and hold eye contact when you suck on the cherry. brian wants to throw the stupid shake to the ground and grab you- he’s lost count of how many times he’s held back tonight. he knows you’d be sad if he did, though, so he doesn’t.
“s’good… tastes sweet” you feel pretty sexy right now, brian smiles- he’s turned on and also proud of his girl, looking him in the eyes and all, feeling as pretty as she looks.
“sweet right? like you baby…”
you sip the shake, kicking your feet against the back of his car. your eyes stay on his face, like his stay on yours. you look at his arms, his shirt is all tight and you see the bottom of a tattoo on his upper arm- oh em geeee he looks so strong.
his hands, his eyes, you’re just sippin and gazin.
you use both of the straws, making him chuckle.
“you took hugeeee sips im upping the score!”
brian can’t stop thinking of how much he DOESN’T wanna kill your perfect little self.
“you have whipped cream all over here…” brian tilts his head, coming towards you a little with his eyes set comfortably on those pouty babydoll lips.
you set the shake down instantly, reaching for your little mirror in your pretty purse because of course you brought it- you need to reapply your lip gloss so he thinks about them while he watches you do it!
before you can, before you can even think, he finally grabs you by the jaw, cupping your cheeks so so softly like baby soft.
you look into his eyes, your brows furrowed upwards. you feel the butterflies starting to eat popcorn and hold each others hands in anticipation- this is gonna be the dreamiest kiss ever.
brian sees that look- such purity, so much admiration for him, he chuckles. he keeps his eyes open as yours flutter closed, enjoying your slight gasp when his lips finally feel against yours. your lips were just how they’d seem, even better. so pillowy and soft, sweet tasting like the cherries and your saliva must’ve still retained the coke you did way back when with those hookers, because damn he was addicted.
he dies a little and is reborn when you grabbed his jaw too, like it’s for the first time with your crush back at school- because it really felt like that. it was so crazyyy! you almost didn’t think it was real.
yet it totally was, brian’s brows furrowed upwards too as his eyes finally close. his hands on your waist, the whipped cream now on his lips too is a complete after thought.
“mmm” you whimper a little into the kiss and it was like instant karma for brian’s hand to grip your neck. so gently it almost stung, but those butterflies were now reproducing- there was so much fluttering going on in your sweet soft body…
brian pulls away, hating himself for not just suffocating against your mouth, and the string of saliva that connects your lips makes him audibly groan. his hand stays on your neck, tightening by nature as he caresses your pulse point. your little heart is going so fast, he just wants to see what it looks like. if he could feel any resemblance of it when he’s in you to the edge. his heart seemed to be trying to escape his chest, meanwhile.
“that was.. so nice” your sweet babydoll voice comes out a little breathless, you sigh and your eyes roam his face.
he smiles, it’s such a sincere, almost knowing smile, like he can read everything about you, did it in one sitting and adored each word. it’s also a little unnerving which is what those butterflies really loved.
“God, if you knew how many men would kill to do what i just did” rudy tells you with a soft sigh, his hand caressing the side of your face as he stares into your soul. he’s just obsessed with it, with you, once again you’re so perfect he almost thinks if he tried to kill you, he’d just be going through soft silk. maybe glitter, maybe that’s what you’re made of, too perfect to even be ABLE to kill.
he makes you close your left eye by moving his thumb up and down your doll lashes, it makes you giggle a little because it’s weird but it makes you feel loved. it’s like he just loves inspecting you, every little detail makes him, just, so warm, he’s fascinated.
you close both eyes when his hand finds its way back to your jaw, and you listen to the butterflies and turn your face sideways a little, pining another sweet kiss from rudy!
he wants to, he needs to… he also needs to get a nice kill in tonight because he has a good alibi- you wouldn’t dare, if it really came down to it, disobey rudy if he asked you to say you were with him for a few more hours. you wouldn’t even question it, you’re so sweet!
he sighs and gives you another kiss, the intention to be quick, but who was he kidding.
your perfect lips moved in sync with his for about 30 seconds before brian acts on another intrusive thought, biting your lip. you gasp, the butterflies do too, and he takes the opportunity to slowly thrust in his tongue. not all the way at first, but going in a little more each push in like he’s truly making love to your mouth.
you whine a little as the kiss gets more heated- you’re a good girl but you can’t help the way you’re feeling right now. the way he’s making you just… you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him a little bit closer.
he could take you right now, he was sure of it and God did he. fucking. want to. but he needed to cover his tracks tonight, that way, he’d be more likely to take you over and over and over and over and
“oh… sweet- mm, little baby i… sweetheart i gotta go” he’s breathless as he finally manages to pull away from the trap that is your sweet mouth. you whine and pout, bite your lip, give him your sweetest eyes and God does it work almost better then you’d imagine but he needs to do this.
you don’t get it though, it was finally starting to come true, your fantasies but he was cutting it short. you whine, it makes his jeans uncomfortable.
“but.. but whyyy” for a fraction of a second there he swore he heard a sad little voice crack, the tears possibly splitting down your heart. again, God, stop letting that little lip quiver! even tho you really don’t have to, it just makes him wanna do some things…
“shhh, it’s okay i’m coming back for you” he kisses your forehead. you sigh, pout, you’re upset! but that, what he just did, was so comforting it didn’t matter too much in asking him why exactly.
another attribute of your perfection- what he says goes. he could never kill the feeling gets from that, when it’s you obeying him..
he sat you in his lap as he drove you home. he let you pick the songs, smiling at you when you’d hum along. because of how desperately he needed to hear that new quality of your voice, your sweet little hums and the way he needed to know everything about them, there wasn’t too much talking. but there didn’t need to be, the feel of you on him was enough for the both of you.
he’d asked you a few things, about your family, about your favorite most happiest times. he figured out a lot of it by seeing what he could find online, of course, but hearing things explained by you, the way your mind conjures and perceives yourself- it’s almost as pretty to him as making love with you would be. almost.
“this is me” you sigh sadly, turning to him with a pout when the familiar feeling of coming home while yearning fills your pretty heart. oh boy, it’s been a while sense this feeling!
you straighten a little, fixing your posture so your back is slightly arched, so you’d leave him with a good impression. you were comfortable with him, to be your bestest most perfect pretty self!
he admired that so much, the way you weren’t only just a babydoll naturally but you were really being the bestest at it you could be for him. but he was loving your natural, more comfy posture too. actually really loving it, because it’s a way your body moves against him. one of millions to come.
“when can i see you again” brian says more like a statement then a question, his tone soft as he pushes some of your magic hair behind your ear.
“mm maybe friday.. oh i need your phone number!” your eyes widen in worry, realizing how hard it would be to to find and talk to him if you didn’t ask. God, just like the cherries.. why do you keep forgetting the important things!! it’s like a lot of brain power and thinking goes away with him, just nice warm feelings.
your sweet rudy chuckled at your, for lack of better word, desperation. it was for him, all of that need and worry, so he proceeded by biting a pen cap off and taking your delicate hand. “hm?” he displayed the pen for you with a nod, as if making sure you understand. you giggle and nod back, continuing to watch him. “mm, mhm, mhm, mmm!” he hums with intention as writes his number and holds up your hand for you to see, making you giggle more.
“you call me up anytime,” he spits out the pen cap off to the side “and you’ll be seeing me.”
you giggle and nod, you go to give him a nice goodbye hug but he’s already opened the door for you. you know by now he wouldn’t just do that, you wait for him to scoop you up from his lap, step out of the car, and walk you to your front door holding you like a baby.
you giggle as you look at him on the way, he cocks an eyebrow.
“i like the way you’ve been with me!”
he loved you, he was sure of it by the way you kissed him again once he reached your porch. head already to the side, lashes fluttering closed- you knew what to do by now. and you weren’t rushing in the slightest, just eager, and God if he wasn’t too…
he bites your lower lip before gently placing you down, looking down at you fondly and sincerely. you had no clue what was going on in his mind, but the butterflies told you to keep it happening if it made him look at you like that.
“thank you so much for my treat, it was the bestest ive had in a while” you say with a smile. he leans down to some of your potted flowers as you speak- a dumber girl would’ve thought he was ignoring her, but once again, you were getting the hang of how he did things.
you smile up at him so much when he places the flower behind your ear, and he can’t help but laugh out a smile too. you were absolutely beautiful, your loveliness meshing with the sunkissed flower and brightness of the moonlight. too perfect, too sinful even for him to ruin something like that.
“just… there” he adjusts it, his hand then squeezing your cheeks a bit before letting your face go. he wraps you up in a hug, the way he caressed your back was so soft and sweet. you really didn’t know how much he was holding back, how brutally he was going to kill some poor girl tonight because of his pent up… something.!
“promise me you’ll call?” he asks you as the hug dissipates. he loves you even more now because you hold out your pinkie in response. he chuckles as he interlocks it with his, and you both kiss the others hand, as it should go. you were both raised the same way with pinkie swears, yet another connection, another reason this was meant to be.
“i’ll be seeing you” he kisses your cheek.
“bye bye! i promise to call!” you giggle out, waving as he walks back through your front yard to his car. you watch him open his front door, the way he waves you goodbye with 2 fingers from his forehead. you watch him drive off, even that was so undeniably attractive.
you sigh as you close your front door, you lean back against it for a moment after. you can’t help but let out a happy squeal when you see the neat numbers on the back of your hand, those are lines and shapes he made! on you! this was more than you hoped!! he even avoided writing on your palm, so even in sweat you could contact him.
you’re a beautiful ballerina right now, spinning and dancing across the living room as you add his contact: ‘rudy baby 💋’
he was amazing. undeniably the most handsomest man you’d ever seen. funny, so sweet, taking charge in the way you needed someone to, it was so perfect. almost too perfect to seem real.
brian thought of the definition of perfection as he drove to the clubs, ready to find another victim. a picture of you came to mind, but then again, it kinda always did. you were the perfect girl, you matched what he’d always thought that to be in his mind, perfectly. way back before he’d even lost dexter.
he walked past the clubs, hearing snippets of different songs as different snippets of the night with you flashed through his mind. more and more hookers came after him, offering themselves, he found himself wanting to chat with them to ask if they’d ever met you while you did vice.
perfection was on his mind when he was able to lure the next victim, but not the way she offered to suck him off while he drove them to his place. he would’ve said yes, if you previously weren’t in that same lap she was begging to interact with. he can’t taint it just yet.
as he strangled this girl, his mind kept going back to you. perfection to him was a good kill, perfection to him was the ability to reunite with dexter.
he sighed, finally giving the recycled thoughts a break when he came to a conclusion that seemed to fit, as he slit the current victims throat.
perfection to him, once again, was just. you. he looked down at the slain hooker on his table, he found it perfect the way the blood dripped from her opened veins.
but the way he’d felt your pulse when he’d kissed you, the same part of the neck that’s squirting blood from this girl, seemed more like perfection to him now. your pulse, that is in fact, too perfect to kill.
sooo what r we thinkin’? tell me tell me!!!
btdubssss i’m gon start making my very own story lines now, i just really wanted you guys to be able to visualize your first meeting with biney babe so i replaced deb with you in that episode!
send recs now cuz babies it’s party time ;)
edit; i realize this was sooo supes long, i know this doesn’t do much but i made the last little bit an epilogue !
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