Chapter Three

"I can't believe I forgot about dinner. How long were we up there fooling around with your wings?" she asks him with a mischievous smile.

"Oh....I don't know, half an hour maybe" he says. "You know how long I can go" he adds with a chuckle while covering himself with his bathrobe which had slipped open to reveal a little bit of himself. Nothing she hadn't seen, especially in recent history.

Together they walk out of the room and head downstairs, stopping to pick up the remnants of their escapade that had been left alone on the steps. He tosses his shirt on a rail, seeing the red stain, but letting the sight pass throuugh his mind without much thought. Hand in hand, they walk into the kitchen together to survey the damage. The steak looks alright, but neither one of them want to risk it.

Unfortunately the lid of the trash can swings open, clanging against the wall as she drops a beautiful, ruined steak into the pit and then clangs the lid shut.

"How about PB and J sweetie?" she asks him with a dissapointed smile on her face.

Chapter Two

The front door opened, letting in the light of a warm, sun-filled afternoon along with the call of the loving words "Hey sweetie! I'm home!"

Amanda walked around the corner, into the foyer, her once-angelic white apron stained from cooking dinner.

"Hey baby. I've missed you all day."

"I know love, I've been counting down the seconds until I got off. As soon as I was free, I flew home!"

"You flew home just for me? Let me see those sexy wings. I bet they'd make for an interesting time upstairs" she said in a jokingly seductive voice accompanied by a quick wink.
Luke seemed to miss the joke as he closed in for a kiss. The pent up passion of being apart for a whole day for the first time since they had said their vows two weeks ago exploded within their lips.

"Want to see my wings baby?" he said in a voice muffled by her lips.

"I don't know. Can your wings handle me?"

"Oh, I think they can. You don't stand a chance against the wingmaster!"

He reaches around to the back or her waist and unties her apron. His hands run up her back and gently slide the apron over her head, letting her sunny blonde hair fall over her shoulders.
The apron falls from his hand onto the floor as he picks her up. She wraps her naked legs around him as she pulls his shirt off and lets it fall on top of her now useless apron. He carries her up the stairs, pressing his wet lips against her soft and tender neck every step of the way until they reach the bedroom where he lays her on the bed and gently shuts the door for a privacy they don't need.

At the foot of the stairs her apron and his shirt sat, the blood on her apron from the steak she had been preparing stained the breast of his shirt.

Chapter One

The deep, red blood slowly ran down the stairs. Soaking step by step into the carpet. The blood slowly came to a stop at a pair of boots, barely staining the toes, at the bottom of the stairs. At the top of the stairs, where his eyes fell, a hand was lying limp in the doorway to the bedroom. The blood slowly dripped off her finger, gathering in a small pool before falling into a cascading red waterfall. He contently smiles, pleased with himself. His eyes take a final glance at his perfect murder. He smiles again and walks out his front door for the final time.

Bloody Love

Bloody Love: A short story