A while later they were out again. Once more breaking a law. This time to up it a bit. Murdoc had made a self promise to crank up the crime to get what he wanted, for Satan's sake he was thirty one and still not in a successful band yet. He sold his soul for this for crying out loud! He still needed keyboards, and Paula had already agreed into playing guitar. Murdoc and her walked in and held hands, she had a bag stuffed in her jacket to make her look as if she was expecting. It always worked in the movies.

       She snuck in a various list of supplies inside. She was shaky a little at the thought of what new lows she was stuping towards. Murdoc would drape an arm around her and keep her calmed. Paula heaved a sigh and kept filling her jacket with goods. Murdoc kept her careful and steady. She smiled a soft smile at him as he took her by the hand out of the store, looking like a couple browsing through music instruments and such. Then they simply walked out as if nothing happened. Paula sat next to him and dumped the bag's worth of goods out on the back seat.

Murdoc just started laughing.

       Paula smiled awkwardly before bursting into hilarity. Murdoc kissed her at the end of their laughter. Her eyelashes mistakenly brushing past his as her eyes shut. Murdoc had a hand on her waist. Paula finished and booped his nose with hers. "Boop!" Paula said. Murdoc chuckled and rubbed his nose with hers as she laughed. "That was kinda fun." Paula said running her hand up and down his forearm.

       "Wasn't it so much easier than paying?" Murdoc asked. Paula nodded and smiled. "What else can we get away with?" Murdoc laughed. "Anything." Paula got an idea, an awfully evil and truly perfect idea. She reached through her purse and brought out a can of spray paint. She kept it for when Stu needed one. He was a part time vandal, like that bloke Banksy. A grin spread along her face as she showed it off. "How about we take the old place down?"

       Murdoc chuckled and drove them off to the store. The Grocery Store. Ever since Paula left her job...or was rather fired. The thought struck her that she would fire her old employer. In a quite more literal sense of the word. Murdoc came around the back. Paula was first to get out and stretch as she yawned. She kept an open hand as Murdoc tossed the spray paint to her hand.

       She painted all over his car. The windows, the exterior, all of it. Every drop dripped and rolled down the shield making it spread out fairly nicely as she admired her work. She heard him pour out all of his booze on the building. Some on the car as he lit his lighter making both the building and vehicle ignite in flames. She went back in with a rude gesture aimed at the entire building. It roared on in loud erupting flames. The second her boss ran out as the employees followed suit, she was out of his sight in the seat next to her lover; grinning something fierce.

       She felt the car speed up to something illegal. Paula couldn't help herself as she kissed Murdoc on the cheek. He grinned as Beck played on the radio. The apartment was nearby as he parked and walked out with her hand in his. She followed along him to check on Stuart. He looked so pale in his chair. She wrapped the blanket around him further. In the process she tucked the blanket around him and along each corner of his body.

       He put a hand on her shoulder as she sighed. His hand traced down her arm. Down to her wrist and tracing every line in her palm with his long thumbnail. He had claws. Someone would find them scary, but Paula didn't. They were relaxing when they cuddled. The way they traced over her skin. It was pleasant.

       She looked up at him. He was kissing her shoulder. Paula leaned her head on his cheek. She was in love. If he wrapped his arms over her waist she'd know fully well that this was certainly the one. That's when he did. Paula almost cried admittedly. He was meant for her.

       He kissed up from there and down to her collarbone. She bit her lip. She was so thin. He kissed and sucked the soft skin. Moans slowly gasped from her lips. His hands traced over her figure. She was thin and curvy. On top of that she was cute with her large eyes and how innocent she still was.

       This was something else. He never felt like this before the women before her. His first love was some cougar he bumped into from America running from her boring husband. He was just sixteen but she was something perfect regardless. She went back to her husband eventually. What was it with him and taken women anyway? Perhaps it was the thrill. The thrill of it must have gotten him, or perhaps it had been solely coincidence.

       Paula kissed his cheek and rose her head to his ear. "Not in front of Stu," he nodded and carried her off to his room and threw a giggling Paula Louise Cracker on the bed. He threw his shirt off and crawled on top of her. Admittedly she looked beautiful in the lights. The lamp shut off as the lights of the city poured in. Blue, red, black, and grey. He kissed all over her gaining moans and gasps. She was shy, but yet untamed at once.

       He had done what he wanted with her. By the end she was left panting and sweaty staring him in the miscolored, but beautiful brown eyes. He collapsed exhausted with her. Shortly falling asleep as she ran fingers through his black and slightly greasy hair. If this ended, for whatever reason she just wanted to have this again. Maybe she'd find that he'd never leave. He was peaceful and still. Silent even.

He was so good looking.