A Pervert Bastard

1; It burned.

She held her breath and hid behind stationed buses, her fingers clamped the leather jacket to her slashed abdomen. She peaked around one of the large metal vehicles and groaned out in annoyance. Persistent. She handed it to her fathers men, they were damn stubborn! Kisa threw caution to the wind, and slipped past the stationary buses the second the men had their backs turned. Strategically she passed through the parked vehicles, a ready bus in target.

A small breath of relief is released when the doors closed behind her sore and tired body, she dropped a few coins in the bored looking drivers hand, before trudging down to the back of the bus. Her fatigued body slumped against the tinted glass, but despite her weak state she kept an eye on the men that circled the station. The loud engine of the bus is accompanied by a jerky take off, Kisa settled into the faded seat and closed her eyes. With no destination in mind, it didn't matter to her where she was headed, as long as it was far away from home. With that in mind her eyes shuttered, and she allowed a numb slumber to intoxicate her system.

A sudden jerk had the young woman's eyes snapping open, she blinked rapidly before coherent thought entered her fogged mind. She was still on the bus, and it seemed to be driving through some back alley town. The sky had darkened and she feared a night in the cold. But she had no other alternative, finally the large vehicle came to a stop, she had no idea of her location. Didn't care to find out.

Kisa watched as the bus drove away from her, turning she scanned her surroundings, her eyes narrowed in on a pub. With one hand clamped to her side and the other fisted around the strap of her backpack, she made her way to the joint. She needed the bathroom, the only place open was a grimy liquor house, she was thankful. The other alternative wasn't as private as the broken doored stalls at the back of the tavern.

She tugged her shirt up to rest just below her breasts, lightly she stroked the crusted gash inferior to the right half of her ribcage. She placed the backpack on the small basin and shifted through the items she'd stashed in there. Kisa contemplated her actions for less than a second, she prefered the loss of a singlet over an infection; simply because she had little finance to pay for treatment should bacteria enter the wound.

Within minutes she had crafted a makeshift bandage. She lowered her shirt and jerked her jacket back on before splashing her face with water. She refilled her bottle before she slipped out of the bathroom and exited the place via the back opening. Kisa kept hidden in the shadows as she made her way through the alleys and backs of buildings. She quickly discovered that the rural atmosphere that had first greeted her simply bordered a larger town.

The sky grumbled it's own despair, lightly coating Kisa. Rapidly the lowered temperature wrecked shivers through her body, she found herself attempting to find warmth in her own arms. Her steady walk slowed to a crumbled pattern. No food, no warmth and lack of sleep; how she held on was beyond her. Through blurred eyes, she spots an opening of sorts but the darkened lighting and her uncooperative eyes made it hard to distinguish anything else. She made her way towards it.

She felt safe, the reassurance had her knees buckling as her body collapsed...

Groaning, Slater grabbed a beer. He tossed the frozen dinner in the bin and dropped down onto the sofa. He could really go for a home cooked meal... He looked towards the open patio doors, cursing when he realised he'd left open paint out there. The rain wasn't about to let up, though it'd be no use either way. The paint was trashed. He skulled the bottle, before he stood up and walked out the front door to his store.

He had several jobs to finish, and his paperwork was as good as dead. He flicked the light switch before moving through the large warehouse like garage. Slater stopped at a car near the entrance of the building, he could have sworn he'd rolled down the metal shutters... Shrugging, he opened the driver's side door and pulled the hood. A quick engine exchange and the car should be as good as new. He rounded the vehicle and raised the hood simultaneously.

Too preoccupied with the task at hand, Slater failed to gage his surroundings. So when his foot caught, all he could do was attempt to clutch the metal of the car firmly. This did little in regaining balance. Slater pushed his hands out to catch his fall. "Fucks sake!" He grunted out, the impact kissed his left arm in pain. Surprised that the rest of his body wasn't brutally injured, the large man propelled up off the ground. Instantly he sat back on his hunches.

A small shivering figure huddled in black met his gaze. He couldn't see the person's face, but the curvaceous body had his own aroused. One large muscular arm reached out to roll her to her side. Her body rolled limply, his breath caught like his booted feet had. Long thick eyelashes shadowed over defined cheekbones, his hand reached out, the pad of his calloused thumb lingered over her light chocolate skin. He grimaced at the situation he'd unintentionally involved himself in.

A small strangled sound emerged from her unconscious form, later frowned. But fuck, the unconscious woman had his cock standing to attention. How long had it been since he'd been between a woman's thighs... Disregarding the surge of lust, he wished she'd picked another mechanic's store to drop dead in. Her pasty state shouldn't have this kind of provoking stimulation over the organ in his sweatpants. Another pain filled cry escapes her lush lips. Unintentionally his fingers reached out and caressed the corner of her mouth. He recoiled, her feverish body shivered under him.

He knew he'd come to regret his decision. He slid one arm under her knees and the other used her back as a hoist, effortlessly he lifted her from the cold concrete. He licked his lips at the sight of her heaving breasts rising and falling, it resulted in a tightened grip on her. Her soft body curled against his large, muscular one, it seeked his warmth. Now was not the time to be turned on, but shit, Slater's cock throbbed. He leant her against his shoulder and made sure to roll the garage door down, before he pushed past all the vehicles towards the backdoor. He shoved through the wooden barrier and entered his small home, heading straight for his large bed against the furthest wall.