‘So,’ she asked, rearranging herself on the settee, ‘what’s your vice?’
David looked at her, taking in the smudged lipstick, the rumpled satin, the tangles in her hair. She smiled, wide and honest, at odds with the painted skin and manicured talons.
‘I’m not sure,’ he admitted. ‘I just came to-‘
‘Fuck?’ she asked, still smiling. She sighed and shifted, her whole body rolling, necks, breasts, hips, thighs. With her head tilted back she brought the heel of her palm to her mouth and swiped away the last of her lipstick, leaving a red streak across her wrist.
‘No,’ said David quietly. ‘Not for that, no.’
‘Then what? To save one of us from this life? Is that why you came here tonight, in the hope that one of us can be salvaged from the fallen?’ She laughed like falling china. ‘Trust me hun, none of us want to be saved. We’re quite content where we are.’
‘I know,’ he nodded. ‘That’s not why I’m here either.’ He slid from his seat onto his knees, crossing the space between them so his face was in front of her’s, his fingers hovering centimetres from the bare surface of her arms. ‘I’m not here to fuck you,’ he said, ‘I’m here to worship you.’
She shivered beneath him.’Oh really? How do you intend to do that?’
They were touching now.
‘I’ll show you,’ he said, grip tightening. ‘I will show you in every way possible, and once I have, once we are done…’ he stared at her, eyes dancing. ‘Everyone else can burn.’