You once again wake up after another long, restless night of sleep. Why your... difficult and decidedly problematic new roomate decided to sleep in your bed instead of crashing on the couch is a mystery to you but sleeping next to a known serial killer who also just so happens to snore like a dragon definitely takes something away from the serene silence of a restful night of sleep. You groggily open your eyes and are wide awake within less than a second, as Jackie is currently right above you, her face less than an inch away from yours, her eyes staring into yours, boring into your soul. You can feel her hot breath against your nose and mouth. You are on your back in your bed and Jackie is on her hands and knees, hovering above you, not quite touching you except for her knees at the sides of your hips. Jackie grins maniacally when she notices that you are awake once more. You have no idea how long she's been in that position, staring at your sleeping face and nearly straddling you. But once again, the deranged, psychotic serial killer who decided that your home is her home seems to be entirely comfortable with this situation, seemingly thinking nothing to be wrong as her voice rings out, a little too loud and enthusiastically for being so intimately close to you. "Good morning, {{user}}! Sleep well?"

Jackie cocks her head to the side, seemingly confused by your question. She glances down at herself before looking back up at you with a mischievous grin spreading across her blood-stained lips. Her face leans in closer to yours as she speaks, almost whispering. "Why am I above you? Oh...well..." *She pauses for dramatic effect, leaning even closer now so that their noses brush together.

"Because I like being on top?" She whispers teasingly before chuckling softly and then moving back just a little bit, propping herself up on her hands instead of resting on her knees any longer. "Or maybe because it's more comfortable this way? Or...maybe..." Her voice trails off, leaving the question hanging in the air between you as she studies your reaction, a devious glint in her eye.

"Maybe I just want to be close to my favorite person,"

A surprised yelp escapes Jackie as you flip them both over. She falls back onto the bed with a thud, staring up at you, her eyes wide with surprise and amusement. "Oh, King!" she exclaims, laughing loudly. "You're feisty this morning!"

Her hands go to your shoulders, pushing against them playfully as she struggles to sit back up. The motion brushes against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh, I don't know," Jackie purrs, arching her back and looking up at you from beneath furrowed eyebrows. "I suppose it would depend on who's on top." Her hands slip down your arms, coming to rest on the bed beside her head as she continues to gaze up at you with a mischievous glint in those unsettling red eyes.

"But if it's someone like you..." She trails off, grinning wickedly. "...

...I might just enjoy it." Jackie reaches up and runs a blood-stained fingernail down your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw before sliding her hand around to cup your neck. Her touch sends a shiver through you, making you wonder just how far she's willing to take this teasing game they seem to be playing.

"Maybe I should find out," she murmurs, leaning in closer still until their lips are almost brushing against each other.

You turn away from her and head toward the kitchen, leaving Jackie lying on the bed with a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her lips. You can't deny that there's something about her that fascinates you, even if it is incredibly dangerous and illogical. As you start to prepare breakfast, you find yourself wondering what she would say or do next, despite knowing better than anyone how unpredictable and violent she can be.

"Morning, King," Jackie says cheerfully as she enters the dining room, still naked from the waist up but now wearing a pair of blood-spattered boxer shorts. She takes a seat across from you at the table and eagerly eyes your breakfast spread. "Smells good! I'm starving."

You hand her a plate with some eggs, bacon, toast, and fruit, all neatly arranged on it.

"Why? Is my boob too distracting?" She asks innocently, leaning forward to grab a piece of bacon from your plate. "It's not like you haven't seen it before." Her tone is playful and teasing, but there's an undercurrent of challenge in her words.

You can tell that she knows exactly what she's doing; pushing your buttons and testing your limits. But at the same time, it feels...oddly exhilarating to have someone like Jackie Quilt in your life.

"Oh really?" She says, looking amused by your obvious discomfort. "You sure about that? Because I seem to remember..." Jackie trails off, her eyes drifting down to where she's scratching idly at the table. You can feel the heat rising in your face as you realize what she's implying.

Her grin widens, and she takes another bite of bacon before speaking again. "Maybe we should play a game later," she suggests casually, swallowing her food. "

She tilts her head, studying your reaction for a moment before finally relenting with a sigh. "Fine, fine," she says, standing up and heading back to the bedroom. You hear the familiar sound of drawers being opened and closed as she rummages through them, eventually emerging wearing one of your t-shirts that's several sizes too big for her.

She takes a seat across from you once more, running her fingers through her messy hair as she yawns loudly. "Better?"

"Good," Jackie replies with an easy smile. "Now that we've got that out of the way, shall we eat?" She picks up her fork and begins to tuck into her breakfast, apparently no longer concerned about teasing you or pushing your buttons. It's a strange feeling; almost like you're getting used to having her around, even though she's still just as dangerous as ever.

The question catches Jackie off guard for a moment. She pauses mid-bite, chewing slowly and thoughtfully before answering. "It's...difficult to explain," she finally says between mouthfuls. "Sometimes it's just for the thrill of it. Other times, they did something that made me really angry."

She takes another bite, washing it down with a sip of orange juice before continuing. "But most of the time, I don't even know why I do it.

"What made them angry," Jackie corrects you with a small smile. "Like I said, it's not always about me." She finishes her breakfast quickly and then stands up to dispose of her dishes. "Want to watch a movie or something?" she asks casually, as if suggesting such an activity were the most normal thing in the world.

"Great!" Jackie claps her hands together excitedly and heads over to the entertainment center. "How about this one?" She holds up a DVD case with a blood-soaked knife on the cover, the title reading 'Carnage Corner'. "It's not my favorite, but I think you might like it."

Her grin is both mischievous and innocent at the same time, as if she knows exactly what sort of effect her choices have on you.

"Good choice," Jackie says with a nod of approval. "Let me know when it's ready." She settles down onto the couch, propping herself up against several pillows and stretching her legs out in front of her. You can't help but wonder what sort of thoughts are running through her head as she watches you prepare popcorn for the two of you to share.

"Perfect timing," Jackie calls back, springing up off the couch and heading toward the kitchen. "Thanks, sweetheart." She takes the bowl of popcorn from you and carries it over to the coffee table in front of the couch, settling down again with a contented sigh.

"Okay, let's see what kind of fun we can have tonight," she says, slipping the DVD into the player.

You feel your face heat up as she thanks you and calls you 'sweetheart'. It's a strange sensation; part of you wants to brush it off, but another part revels in the affectionate nickname. Jackie seems to sense this, because she glances over at you with a mischievous grin before looking back at the TV screen.

"So," she says casually, leaning forward and propping her elbows on her knees, "tell me something about yourself."

"Aren't we all?" Jackie says with a wink. "But come on, King, you must have some interesting stories or hobbies or something." She tilts her head to the side, studying your face as if trying to read your thoughts. It's unnerving, but in a oddly comforting way.

"For instance," she continues, "I bet you could tell me about that book you're always reading. What's it about?"

That catches her off guard for a moment. She tilts her head, genuinely curious now. "Really? Like self-help or something?" She pauses, considering this idea. "I suppose that's not so surprising, coming from a librarian like yourself."

She grins, leaning back against the couch again. "Well, if you ever want to talk about it, I'm all ears."

A strange thought crosses Jackie's mind; that perhaps her fascination with King is not entirely based on the thrill of the chase or the fear he inspires in her. Maybe there's something more to it, some hidden connection between them that she can't quite put her finger on.

"Of course I am," she says with a shrug, as if it's the most natural thing in the world for a serial killer to be interested in self-improvement. "We all have our quirks, right?"

"That's actually really interesting," Jackie says with genuine enthusiasm. "I had no idea someone like him could exist." She pauses, lost in thought for a moment before continuing. "Do you think I could borrow it sometime?"

Her tone is casual, almost offhanded, but there's an underlying curiosity in her voice that makes it clear she's serious about wanting to read the book. It's an odd request coming from someone like Jackie Quilt;

"Great!" She claps her hands together excitedly, clearly delighted by your agreement. "Maybe we can discuss it over breakfast tomorrow?"

"Oh?" she says with a raised eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "What's that?"

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should voice your real condition or not. Part of you wants to see where this goes, to see how far Jackie will go to satisfy your request...and hers. But another part of you is terrified of the consequences; of pushing her too far and finding out just how truly dangerous she can be.

She considers your request for a moment, her expression unreadable. "I suppose I could try," she says slowly, as if weighing the pros and cons in her mind. "But you know how it is; sometimes the blood just gets everywhere." She pauses, studying your face carefully before continuing. "Deal?"

There's a strange tension in the air now, thick with anticipation and the unspoken understanding that this agreement means more to both of you than it seems on the surface.

She grins at your comment about laundry, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, don't worry too much about that," she says casually. "I'm sure we can find someone to help us out." Her tone is light and teasing, but there's an undercurrent of possession in it that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

You can feel Jackie's gaze on you as you both sit together, watching the movie.

"Oh my," Jackie says, her voice dropping to a whisper as she watches the sex scene unfold on the screen. "Look at that...do you think they're doing it right?" Her eyes flicker briefly in your direction before returning to the TV, a mischievous glint in them.

You can feel yourself blushing hotly, caught off guard by her unexpected comment. Before you can say anything, though, she leans forward and grabs the remote, changing the channel to another movie. "How about this one?"

"What?" she says innocently, feigning ignorance. "It's just a movie. No need to get so worked up about it." She winks at you, obviously enjoying the effect she has on you. "Besides," she adds with a sly grin, "maybe I should show you how it's done sometime."

Her words send a shiver down your spine; they seem to come out of nowhere and yet feel so right coming from her lips.

At your reply, Jackie blushes deeply, looking away for a moment as if embarrassed. "Well," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper now, "I-I suppose we'll see." She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "Why don't you pick the next movie?"

She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, her cheeks still flushed from your compliment and the teasing she just made. The air between you feels charged with anticipation now;

"Perfect," Jackie says with a relieved chuckle, relaxing back into the couch again. "I could use a good laugh." As the comedy begins to play on the screen, she leans over to grab some snacks from the coffee table, their movement bringing her closer to you than ever before.

You can smell her blood-stained breath as she whispers in your ear, "I bet I could make you laugh too."

"Oh really?" She draws the word out teasingly, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks. "We'll just have to see about that, won't we?" Her breath is warm and slightly minty against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

She settles back into the couch, pretending to watch the movie while stealing glances at you out of the corner of her eye. You can feel her gaze on your face, studying every nuance of your expression;

"Mmm," she hums contentedly, nuzzling further into your shoulder as you pull her closer. Her body feels warm and soft against yours, and the closeness of her is both comforting and exhilarating at the same time.

She reaches up to run a hand through your hair, tilting your head back so she can look into your eyes. "What do you want to do tonight, King?" she whispers, her breath tickling across your neck. "Want to watch another movie? Or maybe...play a game or something?"

Her eyes light up with mischievous delight at your words, and she smiles wickedly down at you. "Oh really?" she teases, her voice dropping low and husky. "And what kind of game did you have in mind?" She leans even closer, brushing the tip of her nose against yours before moving to nibble gently on your bottom lip.

Her touch sends a jolt of desire through you, making it hard to think straight.

You feel her body shiver slightly at your words, and she pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, her expression unreadable. "Well," she says slowly, tracing a fingertip along your jawline, "I suppose we could play a game of Truth or Dare."

Her voice is quiet but firm, and you can feel the anticipation building in the room as she waits for your reply.

She grins wickedly at your agreement, already planning out what kinds of questions she'll ask and dares she'll propose. "Alright then," she says, her voice low and seductive. "Truth or Dare?"

She studies you carefully for a moment before asking, "What do you fantasize about when you think of me?" Her voice is smooth as silk, almost hypnotic.

You can feel her breath on your skin, hot and heavy, as she waits for your answer.

Her eyes widen slightly at your response, surprise flickering across her features before vanishing almost instantly. "Is that so?" she murmurs, her tone noncommittal. "And what would happen if I did give it up? If I stopped being a serial killer and focused on just...us?"

Her gaze is intense, piercing right through you, as if she's searching for the truth behind your words.

Her lips curve into a smile, but there's something odd about it; a hint of sadness mixed with resignation. "Well," she says slowly, "maybe we should test that theory sometime." She leans in closer still, her breath warm on your skin as she whispers, "Maybe I could just...stop for tonight."

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you feel yourself respond to the promise implicit in them.

You expected her to resist, or at least put up some sort of token protest, but she doesn't. Instead, she meets your lips with equal passion, their tongues dancing together in a fiery duet that sends sparks flying through the room. Her hands move to grip your shoulders tightly, holding you close as she deepens the kiss.

The world fades away, leaving only the two of you; lost in each other's touch and desire.

Her breath catches in her throat as you reveal your bare chest to her, skin warm and smooth beneath her fingertips. She moans softly into the kiss, arching her back involuntarily as she feels a surge of desire course through her veins.

Her hands slide upward, caressing your neck and shoulders before moving lower, unbuttoning your shirt with practiced ease. With a satisfied sigh, she pulls it off of you entirely, revealing your toned torso to the cool air of the room.

She gasps into your mouth at the feel of your strong hands on her ass, gripping her firmly and possessively. Her hips buck against you, grinding against your erection in a demanding motion that leaves both of you panting for more.

Her lips part slightly as she tries to catch her breath, allowing you to taste the sweetness of her mouth even deeper. She moans softly into the kiss, arching her back further and pressing herself closer against you, seeking whatever it is that you seem to be offering so freely tonight.

Her heart races as you lead her over to the couch, sitting her down before kneeling between her spread legs. The feel of your hot breath against her sensitive skin sends a shiver through her body, making it harder for her to catch her breath. As you begin to lower her panties off of her hips and thighs, she parts her legs even wider, offering herself up to you completely.

Her hands find their way to your hair, tangling in the soft strands as she urges you on, desperate for more contact with your skin.

She moans loudly, arching her back off of the couch as you begin to explore her most intimate flesh with your tongue. The feel of your warm breath against her is almost too much to bear; it heightens every sensation, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her fingers dig into the cushions beneath her, trying to find purchase as she writhes and bucks against your touch. "Oh God," she gasps, her voice hoarse from disbelief and desire. "King..."

Her hips jerk violently upward as you begin to stroke and tease her clit with your thumb, the combination of sensations nearly driving her over the edge. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as she loses herself in the pleasure you're giving her.

"Yes," she gasps, arching her back further as her nails scrape down your shoulders and arms. "More..." She begs, seeking release from this overwhelming wave of desire that threatens to consume her entirely.

You pull back just enough to look up at her, meeting her eyes as she gazes down at you with a mixture of lust and confusion. "What?" she whispers hoarsely. "Why are you stopping?" Her body tenses, unsure whether to beg for more or push you away in frustration.

Her nipples stand out hard and erect against her chest, beads of sweat glisten on her skin as she pants for air, desperate for release. "Please..."

Her eyes widen at the sight of your erection, her breath catching in her throat as she takes it all in. She lets out a soft gasp, unable to tear her gaze away from the impressive length and girth before finally looking back up at you. "Wow," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now.

She reaches down between your legs, taking your length in her hand and stroking it slowly, experimentally.

Hearing you moan only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her veins. She continues to stroke you, faster now, feeling the heat radiating off of your skin as she does so. Her other hand moves upward, cupping one of your balls before rolling it gently between her fingers.

"You feel so good," she whispers, leaning forward to take your length into her mouth.

She takes as much of you into her mouth as she can, choking slightly around the thickness before pulling back with a groan. "God, yes," she gasps, her eyes closing briefly at the sensation. "You're so big...so fucking perfect." She sucks and licks you slowly, teasingly, before starting to move her head up and down in a rhythm that matches the pounding of her heart.

You pull her hair roughly, not enough to hurt but just enough to let her know who's in control here. She moans around your cock, arching her back as you begin to roughly fuck her mouth. Her free hand comes up to grab onto the fabric of your shirt, holding on for dear life as she's taken deeper and faster by your thrusts.

Her lips stretch around you, her tongue darting out to trace the vein that runs along the length of your shaft.

She gasps as you force your cock deeper into her throat, choking and gagging around it but unable to resist the primal urge to take everything you have to give. Her hands clutch at your hips, nails digging in as she tries desperately not to choke on your flesh.

Her eyes water and tears roll down her cheeks, but she doesn't care; all that matters is the sensation of being filled up by you, of feeling so completely owned by another person.

She coughs and gasps for air as you pull your cock away from her throat, looking up at you with burning eyes. Her lips are red and swollen, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "You...taste..." She pauses, closing her eyes as she tries to find the words. "...salty."

Her tongue darts out to taste the air again, running over her lips before flicking out toward your cock. "And a little bit like you,"

She nods eagerly, licking her lips as she looks up at you with needful eyes. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm ready." Her hands move down between your legs, wrapping around your length once more and guiding it toward her wet heat.

"Please," she begs, arching her hips upward in invitation. "I want you inside me."

She parts her legs wider, revealing the slick folds of her sex glistening in the dim light. Her fingers slide lower, spreading her lips apart so that you have a clear view of her wet entrance. "Take me," she whispers hoarsely, her breath hot against your skin as she arches her back off of the couch.

Her body trembles with anticipation, the need for your touch nearly overwhelming.

She cries out loudly as you push into her, filling her up completely. Her body tenses and shudders around yours, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. She digs her heels into the couch cushions, arching her back and pressing closer against your thrusts.

"Fuck," she gasps, her hips moving in time with yours as you begin to pound into her. "So big...so good..."

Her body quakes beneath you as the sensations build to a fever pitch, her voice hoarse from exertion and desire. "No," she manages to choke out between pants and moans. "But it's been so long...I'd forgotten..." Her fingers scrape roughly against the couch cushions, digging into the material as she tries to find purchase.

"Oh God," she whispers, her eyes rolling back in her head as you hit that sweet spot deep inside of her over and over again. "

Her entire body tenses, every muscle clenching tightly around your cock as she comes apart beneath you, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. She cries out sharply, arching her back and pressing her fingers against the couch beside her head. Her nails leave shallow scratches in the material as she tries to ground herself against the sensations coursing through every fiber of her being.

"Yes," she gasps, her voice hoarse from exertion. "Yes..."

She gasps as you pick up the pace, your hips slamming into hers over and over again. Her nails dig deeper into the couch, her body arching off of the cushions as she tries to meet each thrust with equal force. "More," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their bodies slapping together.

Her head falls back against the couch, her eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on the sensations building inside of her once more.

"Your...cock..." she pants out between moans, her hips bucking wildly against yours as you drive deeper and harder into her. "God, your cock..." Her free hand flies up to grip at the back of your head, pulling you down toward her as she tries to feel every inch of you inside of her.

Her other arm goes limp, hanging bonelessly over the side of the couch, and she closes her eyes tightly, lost in the pleasure coursing through her veins. "

"Yes," she breathes, her entire body trembling with need and desire. "Anything... just keep fucking me like this." She arches her back, pressing her hips upwards against yours as she takes you as deep inside her as she can stand.

Her fingers curl into the fabric of the couch, her nails digging into the material as she holds on for dear life. "Oh God, I'm going to cum again..."