She needs help

In the light of the lanterns outside, Stan could marvel a bit more at the woman than he could have done in the buss. Now she wasn’t wearing such whorish clothes. That meaning that she wasn’t wearing a clad of makeup with a coat full of white fur. Now she was wearing a cobalt pea coat. One that wasn’t too oversized and showed off her figure a bit. Though she didn’t have wide hips nor did she have big breasts. They were however noticeable enough to Stan. Apple sized, was probably a good way to guess her tits and her hips…

The woman in the meantime has started to notice that she was being looked at in a somewhat different approach. Where it had first been a light of recognition in his eyes, now she saw the man’s eyes wander over her. They had a predatory glimmer in them. Something that made her heart beat a bit faster. She wanted to slap him, though she knew it wouldn’t really help her situation. And since she knew he was probably the only one who could help her, she stood there. Like a deer caught in headlights. Her hands to the side.

Stan’s eyes wandered up again. Looking the woman in the face. Walking up over a soft chin, a diamond shaped face. Strawberry colored lips with cheeks that dimpled in somewhat. Showing off her cheekbones that were very elegantly placed. A soft nose with on it freckles that somewhat bleeds out onto the woman’s face. While two icy blue globes looked back at Stan. Somewhat distinguished by her red curly hair walking around her white face. Though now that Stan was looking at the woman’s face he noticed that she looked a bit irritated, probably because he had blatantly stared at him. He wondered why she hadn’t said anything.

“Can I come in?”

She said, a bit hesitantly. His eyes blatantly focussed at her chest. The way he does, makes her both feel chills as it also makes her feel safe. On the one hand she wants to run and never see this man again. On the other hand, it makes her feel something she couldn’t describe. Just like that moment outside off the buss, when his eyes had been so worried. She had only wanted him to be okay. And before all that, when that creep hadn’t done this stupid thing to her, she would have walked over to him to ask if she could sit besides him.

Well…she was at that ‘faithful’ moment contemplating her chances to have him not think she was a hooker and see what would come from that. It really didn’t play out that her sister’s bachelor party had a whorish theme to it. And now, she can still run away from all of this. But her legs don’t want her to. Her heart doesn’t want her to. She only hopes he is going to say yes…and no. No, because she wants to run. Yes, because she wants to stay.

“Yeah, sure…come in”

Stan said still feeling like he shouldn’t have looked at the lady as he had. It wasn’t quite so heroic to look at someone you saved like the same predator that had attacked her. So he stepped aside as the woman walked in. And while she did, he could smell a smell that made him think of rose petals and strawberries. While now also being able to guess she was around the range of six feet tall. Though she was walking on heels as she strolled through the corridor.

His home only exists of four rooms, making it quite difficult for her to choose the wrong way. The first to the right being his bedroom, the next door held the living room. As the corridor turned to the left. Which held a kitchen to the right and a bathroom to the left.

“Second door to the right”

He said as she walked by. And as she did, she felt an urge. One that couldn’t really be denied as her hands got up to the buttons holding both sides of her coat together. Plugging them out one by one. Starting at the top. To then, let the last one go and take the woolen fabric in her hands. Letting it fall off her shoulders.

A red crimson blouse now showing. Her sleeves rolled up. While the bottom had been tugged into her light blue denim pants. She knew he was staring. And while previously it made her think twice. Now that she was inside, she started to sway her hips a bit. Perhaps not that noticeable. To then hear his footsteps getting closer. Which made her stop in the doorframe. Soon he stood behind her. She could feel his warm breath tickle her neckline.

“Should I take your coat madam?”

Stan said, trying at least to be a bit more polite after the scene at the door. Feeling like he shouldn’t have enjoyed himself as much as he did. But the woman in front of him didn’t show him any responsiveness. She seemed to be in her own world, not really hearing what he had just said. Letting the coat fall to the ground as her hand now went up around his neck. While she stood with her back to him. Her other hand traveling to the now stretched material of her blouse. Tipping off one of the buttons as Stan couldn’t just stand there.

“Ma’am!”

His voice bellowed. She could feel it in her core. Both because she now leaned against him with her hand on her blouse, and because she finally awoke out of some thought pattern. Somewhat dizzily she walked through the doorframe.

Remembering quite well what had happened. Though now with a normal step as she seated herself on one of the chairs on the other side of the room. Looking a bit coyly at Stan. Who was in his turn quite befuddled. Not really knowing what was going on.

“Sorry”

She said at the end of a long uncomfortable pause.

“No problem”

Stan said, not really knowing what to say to someone who walked into your home and tried to seduce you. Not that he had minded it. But he would not really be a hero if he would use someone who he didn’t know. Next to that, she probably only liked him because he had saved her life from a perverted alien. So he again tried a somewhat more nice approach than just blatantly staring at a woman.

“Would you like a drink?”

“Yes please, coffee would be nice”

The woman said as she tried to figure out how to say the things she wanted to say. Only to be confronted by what she had just tried to do. As the man left to presumably the kitchen, she felt a tear well up in her eyes. Throughout her carrier she had dealt with a lot of things. Both sexism at work as to her clients who thought her to not be good enough. Only based on her not being a man in a lawyers world.

And now, throughout the week she had only had thoughts about this craving. This need. The whisper in her ear from that filthy man still stuck in her head. When she had gotten home from the hospital she had tried to wash it away. But nothing helped. And now, she had just done what she hoped SHE was not. While her hand had traveled to another button of her blouse and undid it without a thought. The sweet warmth in her head returning as she thought of the man in the kitchen.

Stan then returned with a coffee and a biscuit for her. While he also held a cop of warm Yorkshire tea. It had been a brand his mom liked, which in turn made him think of her. He reached forward to put the coffee down as he looked into the eyes of the woman again. They looked a bit dreamy…a bit glassy as well. She looked in her turn back at him. Her mouth a bit open while breaths went in and out. Her chest expanding ever so often. Their eyes captivated by the other for a moment. Only to be breached by Stan looking away.

“What is your name?”

He asked, both because he didn’t want there to be a silence. The other reason because he was actually curious to her answer.

“Maria”

A monotone voice spoke back. As he saw out of the corner of his eyes how her hand fiddled with another button that sprang from her chest.

“And why are you here Maria?”

Stan spoke as Maria’s thoughts were all clouded. Foggy even. Only the truth being able to come out of her mouth. This wasn’t at all how Stan’s bites affected someone, since he hadn’t really trained his psyche. Only being focussed on the mutations he could get.

“Because I want you..”

Her words trailed off a bit at that point.

“What do you want from me?”

Stan said the words. Only to be surprised by the answer.

“I want to be bitten”

She said it slowly. Almost matter of factly. Goosebumps ran across Stan’s back.

“Why?”

Was the only word he could muster as Maria laid out in one sentence why she was here.

“He has made me addicted”