<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Lea had felt Carlos tangle into her hair, pulling it so that her head moved sideways. She gave out a small whine at the feeling, but then a cry left her as Carlos' teeth sunk into her delicate flesh. The pain did not last very long, though, as her body had found its peak from the sudden onslaught of pain from Carlos' bite. Her body tightened and white invaded her vision as she let out a moan of pure satisfaction, her thighs tightening around Carlos' waist and her arms clinging to him for dear life.<br/><br/>As she began to come down again, she felt Carlos release her flesh from his teeth and begin to suck on her neck. She let out a small whimper, her head resting against Carlos' shoulder while the rest of her clung to him loosely, her body limp and exhausted. Carlos carried her back to the kitchen table, setting her down though he did not let her go. Her breathing was heavy while her forehead rested on Carlos' shoulder still.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I love you, Lea. I hope you are still alive, honey..." </span><br/><br/>She could tell that Carlos was satisfied by the teasing lilt in his voice. He sounded rather happy, something she was distantly glad of. She responded without hesitance, though a little breathlessly,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"I love you too..."</span>It was then she heard her phone's muffled ring coming from her pile of clothes on the floor. She gave a groan but made no move to answer it. She was too exhausted to entertain whoever was on the other line and she preferred the company of Carlos than any other person in her contact list.<br/><br/>Then again, it could have been the dealers calling her to give her a time and location, but even then she didn't care. She was tired, sore, and enjoying the afterglow of their fuck session.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Ughhhh...leave me aloneeeee..." </span>she whined as she looked up and over to the pile of clothes. She was clearly talking to the phone ringing, and mercifully it stopped. She gave a relieved sigh and dropped her head back down, closing her eyes as she relaxed. She felt like jelly and was comfortable just sitting on the hard, wooden table for the rest of her life.<br/><br/>Her peace did not last long, though, as her phone began to ring again. Her hands that had been resting against Carlos' back clenched into fists and the muscles in her shoulders began to tighten once more. Stress was beginning to seep back into her bones with every shrill cry of her phone and she couldn't stand it anymore. She sat up, impatiently pulling away from Carlos and hopping of the table with unsteady legs. She made her way to the pile, ripping her phone from it and flipping it open without checking the caller ID.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "What?!" </span>she growled out, only to be greeted with silence. Her brows furrowed in agitation and confusion,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Hello?" </span>she asked once more, her gruff impatience still tainting her voice. Silence.<br/><br/>She pulled the phone away from her ear to look at the telephone number only to see that it was Maria. Lea looked up to Carlos, unsure of what the hell Maria was doing calling her. She put the phone back to her ear,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Hello? Maria?"</span>she said, the impatience leaving her and concern replacing it.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF8000">"...Lea?" </span></span>a voice said, though it wasn't Maria's. It was a man,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"...Who is this?" </span>There was a chuckle that filtered through, but then the line went dead. Lea closed her phone and began to frantically put her clothes on, looking over her shoulder at Carlos,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Call Maria, please. Make sure she is okay." </span><br/><br/>Lea wasn't sure if the phone call was from Maria's phone or if someone had tapped the phone line and used her number to cover their tracks, but Lea wasn't about to risk it.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "If she doesn't answer, call the station and have them do a welfare check..."</span>Lea ordered, her voice firm and business like. Lea could only hope it was some prank caller trying to fuck with her. There were only so many options and she didn't like any of them. The worst case was Maria was dead and it had something to do with the man from the hardware store--the best case was that it was the man using some sort of call spoof program and using Maria's number to toy with Lea and Maria was fine.