Perfect Assassins

((Well, I dont want too....but we probably should =P))

"That might be a serious medical problem, babe," Lexi teased, gently poking Kyle in the stomach.

~Timeskip~
Krissy:

I wrapped a towed around myself and leaned forward to wipe the steam from the mirror. I grinned at Michael through the reflection. My cheeks were still flushed.

Kyle:

I laughed and rolled my eyes, kissing her cheek gently. “No, I think I’m just completely in love with you. Mostly cause you’re so damn sexy.”

Michael:

I sat on the edge of the tub a soft satisfied smile on my face.

"Hmmm...You are too, you know," Lexi whispered, kissing the edge of his lips.

Krissy:

“I’m going to get dressed.” I said softly touching Michaels cheek gently before going into the bedroom.

Kyle:

I chuckled. “Oh I know.” I said quietly, winding my arms more around her waist.

Michael:

I followed after her, not wanting to leave her alone. I was still surprised about how what we had just done actually made me a little sore after wards. But it felt good, and both of us enjoyed it, so I didn't care.

Krissy:

I dried off and went to the dresser, finding a dark blue t-shirt and pajama pants. Once I was dressed I wrapped the towel around my hair and smiled happily at Michael.

"I'm not just in love your sexiness though," Lexi whispered.

I put on a pair of running shorts before laying on the bed, watching her with a smile.

Kyle:

I grinned. “Yeah? Why else then?” I asked lifting her chin up and gently caressing her neck and shoulder.

Krissy:

I went over and kissed his forehead. “I’m going to go down to get a glass of milk, want anything?” I asked softly, still leaning over him slightly.

I grabbed her, pulling her with her body to kiss her deeply for a moment before letting her go. "Juice please, I might just need my strength after all..."

Krissy:

I giggled as I went to the door. I made my way to the kitchen all with my thoughts revolving around Michael, then I pushed through the door and paused. My stomach sank. “Eric.” I breathed upon seeing him sitting at the kitchen table. His eyes fell on me but they were unfocused. He had a bottle of something in front of him. “You look happy. He finally came back for you. I guess you won’t need me to sleep with you tonight.” His tone was casual but it had a thick layer of bitterness underneath it. I didn’t know what to say. I had completely forgotten about him while I had been with Michael. I knew he wasn’t going to react well, but… Maybe I had mishandled him. “I thought I poured all the alcohol out.” I said for lack of anything else to say. He laughed darkly. “This is mine, you can’t have it.” I moved to the cabinets to get two glasses, trying to ignore him. I heard footsteps behind me and turned quickly. He was so close. “What do you want? I’ not going to say I’m sorry. I’m not, I’m so happy that he’s back. I love him with all my heart. I told you how it was right off. You can’t say you’re surprised.” I whispered quickly, looking up at him. “I’m surprised he came back. I didn’t think he would. And I thought you would accept that but you’re so damn stubborn.” He said and took hold of my chin as he stepped up to me. I could smell the liquor on his breath. I exhaled in annoyance and jerked my face to the side. “Stop it.” I hissed, bracing my hand against his chest to keep him from coming closer. He was so much stronger than me though, and he ignored it. I felt his hand on the back of my head then his lips on my jaw and neck. “I was rather hoping that Marie would have been some use, and killed him when she had the chance.” He whispered. I was in pajamas, so I didn’t have my knives with me, but I remembered seeing a knife next to an apple core when I took the glasses down. I snatched it up and sliced at his hand that was moving down my waist. It startled him enough that I could push him off of me. I glared at him, furious. He held his wrist that was now bleeding and watched me with a mix of confusion, betrayal, and something else, maybe contempt. I turned around again and got out the milk and juice, pouring a glass of each. After I was finished I pulled out another glass and went to the sink. I rinsed the bloody knife off then knocked the glass against the metal sink causing it to break. I slit my pinky with a shard of glass then picked up the two drinks and left the kitchen without another glance at Eric.
“Sorry it took me so long, I broke the first glass.” I told Michael once I was back in our room. I set the glasses down on the side table next to him then held out my pinky. “See? I’m going to wash it.” I said and retreated to the bathroom before he could get me close enough to smell the alcohol.

Michael:

I blinked in surprise at her abruptness, it was slightly unlike her. And she entered with out smiling, with out her pep that she had left with. It wasn't much to go on, but it was enough to make me wonder what was going on in her head. Had I missed something? Did I mess up somehow? No matter what it was I wanted to help her with it.

Ebony:

I stood in the doorway to the kitchen, having been out of sight for the entire exchange. I looked at Eric with disapproval in my eyes. I hadn't know about him not supposed to be drinking and had gotten that for him. This was what he had done with it? Gotten drunk and made an absolute fool of himself. I walked into the kitchen, bandages already in my hands. When I had watched Krissy cut him I had left to get them. I walked towards him slowly but met his eyes once before taking his wrist in my hand and starting to bandage it.

Krissy:

I grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the water before wiping my neck and jaw were Eric had kissed me. I was so frustrated with him. He couldn’t just leave me alone. He wouldn’t just leave me alone… I cared about him so much, but he made it difficult. I leaned against the door, holding the wet cloth around my finger.

Eric:

I cursed under my breath. The last thing I needed was for someone else to have witnessed what I had just done. The cut was a good two inches diagonally across my wrist. And it was bleeding steadily until Ebony bandaged it.

Ebony:

I glanced up at him, my eyes asking a simple question. Why. I went back to the bandage, wrapping it tightly and tieing it off.

Michael:

I waited patiently sipping at my juice. This still wasn't like her but I would wait until she was out to ask.

Eric:

I sighed seeing her questioning look. I sat back in my chair, pulling her with me since she was still bandaging. “You probably shouldn’t be around me right now. I’m not in my right mind.” I muttered, taking another sip from the bottle.

Krissy:

I opened the bathroom door slowly then went to sit cross-legged on the other side of Michael. “Michael?” I asked softly, looking down at my lap with a slight frown.

Michael:

"Yes? I asked softly watching her. She was so beautiful, but I didn't like seeing her unhappy like this.

Ebony:

I shrugged and held a knife in my hands as I sat next to him checking the bandage once before waiting for him to tell me. I knew that wasn't the real him, it was the alcohol. I knew because the real him had saved me from dying.

Krissy:

I took a deep breath. I wasn’t sure about what I was about to say, but it was going to stay in the back of my mind until I decided… I chewed on my lip before opening my mouth to speak. “What if we keep the baby?” I asked in a whisper.

Eric:

“Don’t look at me like that.” I said before sighing again deeply. “I don’t know what you want me to say… It just happened. She’s so frustrating..”

Michael:

I blinked in surprise. "That wasn't what I was expecting you to say...but if we keep the baby then you will be the most amazing mother in the world." I said scooting over to put an arm around her waist. I rubbed her stomach gently with my other hand as I smiled softly at her. "I am willing to go with what ever you choose on this one baby. But that doesn't seem like all that is bothering you."

Ebony:

I shrugged and gestured at the bottle. And that? My eyes asked him. I was trying to understand why he did that. Part of me, I knew, was slightly smitten with him. What was it, stockholm syndrome? Was that the one where you fall for the one who saved your life? Either way, I knew he liked Krissy, but for him to drink himself into oblivion over her...

Krissy:

I curled up against him and pressed my face into the crook of his neck. I didn’t want to tell him about Eric. But I didn’t want to hide it either…

Eric:

I glanced to the bottle and shrugged. “There’s nothing wrong with it.” I muttered returning her gaze. She was kind of cute when she wasn’t half dead.

Ebony:

I took the bottle and looked at it consideringly before taking a sip. I blanched and swallowed before giving him a disgusted look. Why in the world had he drank this stuff? It was awful. I took the bottle to the sink and poured it out shaking my head.

Michael:

"I am here for you baby, no matter what." I whispered rubbing her back gently.

Eric:

I groaned and laid my head on the table as I watched her empty the bottle. “That wasn’t necessary…” I muttered.

Krissy:

I pushed Eric out of my mind. “You would really want to raise a child? You would actually do that? I don’t want to keep it if you don’t want that…” I said quietly.

Michael:

"I have never thought about being a father actually. I'm not exactly suited to it. I kill for a living, its a part of who I am. I dont know how to raise a son who wouldn't do that." I admitted honestly as I continued to rub her back and side.

Ebony:

I left the kitchen, returning with a small whiteboard and marker. I started writing on it before giving him a look of contempt as I showed it to him. "Your taste of alcohol sucks." It was true, I hadn't realized I had gotten such a poor quality.

Krissy:

“We could get away from this. Go somewhere far away where no one could find us. Start fresh.” I suggested, pulling back a little so I could see his face. “And who says we’d have a son?”

Eric:

I snorted as I read. “I wasn’t drinking it for the taste.” I looked her in the eyes. “It shuts out unwanted thoughts, until they walk right in the room, being all…” I let out a breath. I didn’t know how to say how Krissy was. Why I was so drawn to her. She was beautiful, but that wasn’t it.