All in a Kiss

So this is the short story I've been working on. Well this and finally finishing The Book Thief, which I've been trying to finish since I started college years ago. Always got side tracked. Anyways, here goes nothing.

His lips tasted of coffee, stale tobacco, and a hint of peppermint. When he kissed you everything stopped; time ceased to exist. Whatever he wanted of you, you did. You'd fade into this non-existent void where he was the only thing you could sense. They sat on the balcony. He was reading the daily paper. H heart was pounding, anticipating a word or a kiss. She wanted to break the silence but wasn't sure how; it was never her place to break the silence.
"It looks like it's going to rain soon," she finally spoke up.
"Be a doll and fetch me another glass of scotch. I've had a long day, such a long day. Where's Matilda anyways?"
"I sent her home early. She's been feeling poor lately. I can't seem to find the scotch. Did you finish it off already?"
"Oh just get me some whiskey then. Matilda is feeling poor because she is poor."
"Malcolm, that's not what I meant. She has the influenza or something. She's a very nice old lady."
Malcolm scoffed and went back to reading his paper.
"Effie, dear, what's taking you so damned long?"
Moments later Effie walked out with two glasses of whiskey, her mint chiffon dress catching on the potted rose bush. She twisted her body quickly to release herself from the plant. Malcolm chuckled at the agitated look on her face and took both glasses from her hands, setting them on the wrought iron patio table. He pulled her into his lap.
"Effie, my dear, not a day goes by that I don't find pleasure in being with you." He kissed her freckled nose. Effie examined the tear in her dress from the rose bush.
"I'll never fit in. I'm just always to be known as ol' Effie Harvelle, the mad lawyers daughter, married Malcolm Hemming for his money and notoriety."
Malcolm rolled his eyes and smiled.
"Who cares what they say. If I recall correctly, you took care of that old Catherine Duvall. Speaking of, where did you hid that fat broads body anyways? Ah, hell, just tell me the story from the beginning. It's one of my favorite's."
"Well Catherine and I were at bridge club, I was a few tables away waiting for Margaret and Estelle to get there. You remember Estelle, right? The one with the horrible eating habit? Anyways, I heard Catherine say to Vivian Monroe, 'That Effie, ugh, I can't believe Malcolm actually married her. She's just so, so nouveau riche and so very crass.' So after bridge ended, I waited in the car, waited until it got a little darker, until her servants were sent home, until she was all alone. I went into her house. Oh, Malcolm, her face when she saw me 'Oh, Effie, did you forget something?' I plunged that knife into her gut and twisted, and twisted, and twisted.
Oh Malcolm you should've seen the blood, you'd have been so proud of it! Got all over that yellow dress you got me in Paris last spring. So I rolled her body into the lake behind their house."
Malcolm smiled, his blood rushing. Sick satisfaction overtook his face. He put his hand on her cheek.
"And did you do as I taught you? Did you weigh her body down?"
His breath filled her nostrils, intoxicating her.
"Of course, my love. It's been two months and her body still hasn't washed up. I tied her up with those real heavy chains you bought me."
Malcolm kissed Effie.
"That's my girl."
"I learned from the best, after all. Just the thought of your kiss got me through it. Oh, your kisses, like nothing else in the world, like no other drug I've tried. Better than the opium you brought back from India."
Malcolm leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes, well aware of the spells he could cast on a girl, with just one kiss.





ANNNNNNNND that's what I've been working on for a while. As always, room for improvement. Until next time, my dears :)