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[color=d2b48c][indent][indent]Kylee Grimm had spent the past week spending an ungodly amount of time with her boyfriend. Fresh into Edenridge boyfriend. She had to play smart and not sleep over his place every night or her dad would ask too many questions. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t send him pictures, video chat with him, and fall asleep on call with him. She hadn’t dated since Natalia so this honeymoon phase was ecstasy to her. The beginnings always were. They had so much to explore and learn about each other, while of course, working together to solve the many mysteries of Edenridge. First starting with who was the perpetrator of the letters. Who was behind it all? Or they? Was it a group of people? 

Even with all these questions on her mind, the mayor’s daughter was unable to focus on work because all she wanted to do was bad things to and with Wes. Their sessions were long but they didn’t have nearly as much sex as she wanted. She wanted more. No, she needed more.  If she could, she would devour him every day and every night. One can say her sexual drive was high, even more so with Wesley because of this innate connection they shared. Some people just naturally turn you on. Wes was that for her. 

Things were so good that if things got rocky between them, she wouldn’t care because all she wanted was him. They hadn’t fought, there were no lies between them, and he adored her. If anything, the past week had been purely sexual. If only he knew all the bad things she liked… There was so much to explore. 

Now here she was, sitting outside of the Godmother in between her boyfriend and her friend, Clayton. Their little Scooby Doo crew, in terms of productivity… well, it was non-existent at the moment. She was on her laptop getting ready to take meeting notes. One thing she did add was that Clay could not find any traceable evidence on the letters or envelopes. Wes had been interviewing people and making a list of general suspects. As an outsider, he had a different perspective and he could pick up when townspeople were withholding information and/or lying to him. As for her, at least until she got distracted by the man whose hearty, loving heart radiated from his sexy body… that she liked to lick -  Stop, Kylee - talked to a bunch of the townspeople to see if they had any personalized letters or if they were generic. What was the pattern? Was there a pattern? 

There were a few people who did have personalized letters but it wasn’t enough for her to see through it. Whoever had Decker’s letters was a clever fucker and she was determined to get to the bottom of it. But first, she glanced up at both the boys in their own world and sneakily, she had her hand trail under the table. Keeping her eyes on the computer, she teasingly rubbed Wes’ leg. The one closest to her. She let her fingers walk up his leg getting ever so close to…

[color=E9F4C9]“Dicks!”[/color]

Wes really didn’t like to swear, it was uncouth and unbecoming. It wasn’t cool and didn’t make you tough. So something like dicks was a rarity for the young reporter. It had become harder to focus once he and Kylee had given themselves to one another. Being around her was like being a heroin addict in a crack den, the inevitable was always going to happen. Wes just had to try and get some work done before it did. He could feel her hand wandering up his leg and he allowed it to happen. Bad business.

[color=E9F4C9]“I mean no offence guys but you Edenridgers are all shady as hell,”[/color] He laid out a few papers on the already full to the edge table. These particular documents were interviews that Wes had conducted with certain residents of the town. He leaned back in his chair, locking his fingers behind his curly haired head. [color=E9F4C9]“Not one person I spoke to was forthcoming. There are way too many secrets and chess pieces in play here.”[/color] His eyes fell to her hand on his lap and a mixture of arousal and concern began to well up. Wes was a professional, he shouldn’t be mixing business with pleasure but Kylee was…

[color=BCDD81]“Guys I get it, you’re fucking. Congratulations. Salutations. Buy the boy a biscuit,”[/color] Clay was onto his second sandwich and he had a mouthful as he spoke to the pair. [color=BCDD81]“I saw this coming before you did but can we please just do some work? I literally have half an hour before I have to go to my real job.”[/color] The officer was usually a bottomless pit for food anyway but he had worked up an aperture thanks to his own new lover, the woman whose shop they were outside that very minute. She was probably in there, all sweaty behind the counter, waiting for him to sneak in there.

Wes was taken aback but not surprised. In the month that he had known Clayton; he had realised that the man had impeccable instincts. He was a fool, an idiot, a bro mcdouche but he just had a sense about things, not too dissimilar to Wes himself. It shouldn’t really shock him that Clay knew about him and Kylee. [color=E9F4C9]“Sure yeah,”[/color] He glanced at his lover before returning his gaze back to the papers and sliding them further into the table. 

[color=E9F4C9]“From my interviews one thing I’ve managed to ascertain is that the broader generic letters are Charlie’s journals, verbatim. They are literal copies of his words. The personal ones, like the one Rey Gonzalez received, are still Charlie’s words but someone is going in and adding things. They’re also omitting some content too. The main focus seems to be on your class, Ky.”[/color]

Pulling her hand back because of the buzzkill Clay, Kylee typed a few things down before glancing at both men, [color=a95963]“Well that fucking sucks. My class is over it. We don’t want to be the year with all this history and tragedy. It’s never ending. Then again, I guess it wouldn’t be my class if we didn’t get caught up with a terrible thing.”[/color] After reaching for her chai latte, the mayor’s princess took a silent and leisure sip before continuing, [color=a95963]“If it was someone in my year it’s just really messed up. But it may not be. It could be someone who stumbled on Charlie’s journal and agreed with Decker’s sick ideals and beliefs. Maybe the villain of this story was like I’m going to finish what this kid started. Psychos don’t always need to make sense.”[/color]

[color=BCDD81]“I doubt it’s anyone in your class”[/color] Clay shook his head as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. [color=BCDD81]“When the first letters started turning up Mrs Decker was interviewed. Charlie apparently always kept his journals locked away in a chest in his closet. When the officers went to check they were gone. Plus, Decker's room was untouched. Left the exact way it was when he was last in it. This means, whoever has the books, has had them since the massacre.”[/color] His eyes glanced up to the nearby Godmother window, he could see Cat going about her daily business and he was doing his best not to interrupt.

Wesley’s phone buzzed with the caller ID “DEX”, he looked at it for but a moment before stuffing it into his jacket pocket. [color=E9F4C9]“We can’t rule out Mrs Decker. She’s the obvious suspect and sometimes that’s also the right one. Then there’s his crew on the Southside, maybe a lover? We all go a little crazy sometimes and I didn’t know this kid but there seems to have been something magnetic about him”[/color]

As Wes talked, Kylee focused her keen gaze on Clay. She might’ve looked busy but she had noticed since the start of their meeting how many times her cop friend looked up and through the window. It was a lot. He wasn’t being subtle. At least not to her. She knew Clay had a heavy crush since forever on the woman inside there but he wasn’t this bad usually. There must’ve been new developments in his love life. 

While she wasn’t going to assume he and Cat Belmonte did anything, she did know whatever happened between the two could only be a positive development. At least for Clay. [color=a95963]“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.”[/color] A smug fell on Kylee’s clever girl face as her sharp stare darted at the cop. [color=a95963]“Sorry for interrupting you baby,”[/color] She apologized to Wes yet never taking her eyes off of Clay, [color=a95963]“You’re doing amazing. I just couldn’t help noticing Clay’s rose tinted glasses.”[/color] Bringing her gaze from Clay to the window, Kylee teased, [color=a95963]“Oop, there the Kitty Cat goes. No longer in sight. Disappearing into her [i]private[/i] office.”[/color]

[color=BCDD81]“Can we just work please?”[/color] Clay huffed like a petulant child being bullied by a bigger kid. He now regretted helping Ky and Wes get together because now all eyes were on him. Cat didn’t want…whatever they were to be out in the public she yet. She was going through a divorce, she had her kids to think about and Clay understood that. Still it didn’t stop him from wanting her every second of every day.

Wes did find it amusing that Ky was teasing Clay so much. He was Mr Cool, a jack the lad type as the English would say. He had charisma and a good heart. He almost seemed unflappable. The reporter had her to ask the young officer about the shooting that took place a few nights previous where Clay had shot Simon Bordeaux in the leg in order to save Bailey Darensbourg. Surely that must’ve taken some kind of toll on him? If it did, Claytorn certainly wasn’t showing it. There was definitely something more to the cop than he had originally thought.

[color=E9F4C9]“Did you find anything out from your Dad’s office Kylee?”[/color] Wes swiftly changed the subject as his phone continued to buzz in his pocket. 

[color=a95963]“You know I’m just playing, Clay. I’ll always root for you and your dreams, even if that one seems a bit out of reach. Anything is possible,”[/color]  Giving an apologetic smile to the cop, she looked at her boyfriend and shook her head ‘no’. [color=a95963]“I’ve tried to visit but they’ve been busy. Also my dad has a look about him that makes me want to tread lightly. Especially since you and I are a thing. Heh.”[/color] 

There was a brief pause as Kylee recalled Phoebe intercepting her and being really friendly, asking too many questions. [color=a95963]“I know he isn’t happy with the letters but he’s the type to turn things around in his favor. He already started with that pep rally a couple weeks ago. I think I might need to either outsource someone to talk to him or talk to someone he associates with that isn’t part of his main peeps. Have you seen the Iron five? Have you seen my [i]dad[/i]? They’re not people you just walk up to and say ‘hey how’s your day?’”[/color] Even with all that being said, she was afraid of her father intervening with her happiness too. Wes had no idea how… scary he could get.

Wes had heard stories of her Dad even though he had never met the man. He wondered truly how clean the Mayor was in Kylee’s eyes when as an outsider it was easy to tell the man was as dirty as they came. Perhaps this whole thing was a ploy of her fathers in order to secure votes? There’s a lot of power in fear, he should know. 

[color=E9F4C9]“You keep working on your Dad, I’ll keep knocking on doors. Clay, you do whatever it is you do. Maybe sleep with Rhonda Decker, see if she’ll give you any more info,”[/color] With his phone incessantly vibrating, he got to his feet. “Really sorry guys it’s my brother, I have to take this” Wes popped the first out in the open kiss he had ever given Ky on her cheek before heading off a little ways down the path to talk on his cell.

[color=BCDD81]“You got him all tangled up huh?”[/color] Clay smiled.

[color=a95963]“I have to give credit where credit is due,”[/color] Kylee admitted, closing her laptop and sighing, [color=a95963]“If it wasn’t for liquid courage it would’ve been a bust.”[/color] Looking back, over her shoulder, she gave Wes a moment's glance before looking back at Clay, [color=a95963]“I really do like him. He has a genuine heart, but…”[/color] Kylee started cleaning up the papers and putting them in their designated folders, [color=a95963]“He’s not telling me everything. Maybe you were right about not trusting him.”[/color] She hated her mind. She couldn’t just throw all doubt out the window when she was so hyper aware of the people she surrounded herself with. She hated knowing and seeing too much but it also was what protected her at the end of the day. [color=a95963]“Whatever skeletons he has in his closet, he’s scared of us finding out. I don’t think he’s hiding it out of malice. I can tell he really likes you, and me, of course.”[/color]

[color=BCDD81]“He’s never even mentioned a brother before,”[/color] He mused. [color=BCDD81]“I could’ve sworn he said he was an only child.”[/color] Clay liked Wes; he was a chill guy. Yet there was something he didn’t trust. Maybe it was because he was a reporter and he was a cop? Natural enemies really when a reporter twists the truth for their own gain. Wesley had no stake in Eden. He wasn’t from here. He stood out like a sore thumb in that stupid blazer he wore. Even the Northies didn’t dress that nice. Unfortunately, Clay’s instincts usually turned out right and his instinct now was telling him that Mr Silo had things hidden, things didn’t want his crack team of super sleuths to know. 

[color=BCDD81]“You want me to dig?”[/color]

Shaking her head, Kylee placed the folders on top of her laptop, [color=a95963]“No that’s fine. If I get too worried, I’ll do it myself. I’m going to give him a little more time. For once, I want to believe what I have is a good thing.”[/color] Kylee didn’t regret her past lovers but it always led to a place that left her hurt and confused. Pierce was gay and he died in her arms. That was two times she faced heartbreak, one more painful than the other. Natalia was great but she had her own demons that clashed with hers. It was hard to focus on the Queen bee when Kylee could barely focus on herself. [color=a95963]“Thank you though. I’m really glad we’ve gotten closer. I was a little scared after Roddy left. I don’t really have many friends.”[/color] Kylee’s expression saddened, and when it did she focused on putting everything away in her laptop bag.

[color=BCDD81]“I know,”[/color] Clay looked at her soft face. He had known this girl pretty much her entire life and she always had this sad look on her face, like she was being haunted. When she was around Roddy, it was replaced with the brightest smile in the world. His cousin had asked Clay to watch out for his friend and he would. Rod was more like a brother to him and brothers take care of what they need to. It’s a shame he couldn’t do that for his actual sibling. [color=BCDD81]“I’ve got you, Ky, whatever you need.”[/color] 

Clay took a mouthful of his root beer and let out an enormous burp. The patrons around them looked disgusted and even Wes on the phone several metres away turned to roll his eyes. [color=BCDD81]“I gotta take a shit,”[/color] he said nonchalantly as he got up to his feet. [color=BCDD81]“Do me a favour? Stop teasing or I’m showing Wes your junior high prom photos. You know the ones.”[/color] Clayton grinned as he walked by the girl, lovingly propping her chin up as he did.

He waited for the Lad behind the counter to turn away before slipping around the other side and into the back office. Clay casually locked the door behind him as he gazed upon Cat feverishly working away. [color=BCDD81]“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”[/color]

Startled, having been hyper focused on bookkeeping, going over her finances, and seeing how much she could take away from her husband in the settlement, Caterina put her hand on her chest and aggressively whispered, [color=9f1b3e]“What are you doing in here?”[/color] She needed to get used to Clay’s spontaneousness. She needed to get used to… well, Clay being her man.

This would be the first time he’s gone into her office, which was a micro [url=https://imgur.com/5Fxws6u]living[/url] [url=https://imgur.com/I7LVjuN]space[/url] with bold colors like red/orange and blue/green shades to make the white walls pop. The atmosphere was peaceful, vintage, and natural. It had a daybed, coffee table, a small dresser-like side table, a desk situation, a mini fridge, and decor galore. For a small space, Cat made sure to make it her own. She spent more time than she would like to admit here and it was her home away from home. 

Her desk had a mess of papers everywhere and if Clay wasn’t only paying attention to the woman of his dreams, he would notice peeking and buried under all the papers a Civil Service Test guide, sticky notes all over a notebook like a checklist of books she needed to read, and inside the notebook were extensive notes. Her own written study guide. She had told no one of her thoughts of becoming a police officer. It had been on her mind for the past six months. With the police exam creeping up, she decided to commit. If she passed, she could be a police officer by December. If she passed.

Standing up, taking off her reading glasses, Cat made her way to the deviant and crossed her arms, [color=9f1b3e]“Are you trying to get me in trouble?”[/color]

[color=BCDD81]“I was totally stealth it’s fine.”[/color]

God’s favourite idiot found that sneaking around and stealing moments together was fun and exhilarating. Cat wasn’t the first married woman that Clay had slept with but she was the first that he was in love with. She was the first who wanted him back for more than just his body and attention. No matter how much serotonin hiding from the world gave him, he couldn’t help but long for the day he could sing upon the mountain top and exclaim that Cat was his. [color=BCDD81]“If you want to get in trouble, I locked the door,”[/color] He teased.

[color=9f1b3e]“Of course you did,”[/color] Cat strolled forward, easing into his bubble. Without hesitation, like she had done yesterday before they broached the topic of their first kiss, she let her hands trail up his chest until they were resting on his shoulders, [color=9f1b3e]“Don’t you have work?”[/color] Cat said in a hushed tone, still cautious of anyone hearing them. While she loved this time and attention, and the sex, the sex was fantastic, they still had responsibilities. They still had jobs and people to protect. In a tender way, not sexual, she pushed herself up and delicately pressed her lips against his, closing her eyes in the process. At his lips’ touch she radiated with happiness. It had been a long time since she looked forward to someone and enjoyed their company. Pulling away, but not too far, just inches, she lovingly brushed her nose against his and stared fixedly up at him with her serene hazel eyes, [color=9f1b3e]“Just because we’re dating doesn’t mean we should forget our priorities.”[/color]

[color=BCDD81][i]Dating.[/i][/color] 

[color=BCDD81]“I love that you said that, dating.”[/color] Clay leant in for another hit of his favourite drug as he kissed her again. He was living a dream come true with Cat right now and he certainly didn’t want to wake up from it. He wrapped his arms around her waist and locked his fingers at the small of her back. [color=BCDD81]“I won’t forget anything, I’ve got patrol down on the Southside in an hour but I didn’t want to go without seeing you first.”[/color]

Before they were together, Clay would still stop by the shop to grab a sandwich before his shift, that was his usual excuse to see Cat. She always gave him the energy to tackle the tough day or night he had ahead of him. Now that they’d taken the step into a new direction together, the reason for seeing her wasn’t for energy, it was in case he didn’t come back. There was a war on those streets and not every soldier gets to come home. [color=BCDD81]“You look busy so I won’t stay, just wanted to see you.”[/color]

[color=9f1b3e]“Well, yeah, I’m busy,”[/color] She sarcastically admitted. [color=9f1b3e]“How do you expect us to go public if I’m still married?”[/color] Giving him a quick peck, she pulled away, [color=9f1b3e]“I’m happy you came to see me! I lost track of time,”[/color] She paused and wondered if this was the right time to tell him that she was selling The Godmother. He seemed happy. She didn’t want to ruin his mood about her change in aspirations. There didn’t seem much of a point bringing up unnecessary information until they crossed that bridge. 

[color=9f1b3e]“Oh, before I forget,”[/color] She paused once more and wondered if it would be too dangerous to have him over her place, instead of his.  Then again, she lived for danger. Clay was her dirty little secret and she wanted to have fun with that. It wasn’t like her husband was home and the kids were gone… [color=9f1b3e]“My house is going to be so lonely this weekend,”[/color] She impishly grinned, [color=9f1b3e]“Could use the company.”[/color] 

Oh she was bad. There was a safety in her coming to his place. Clay lived alone and away from the prying eyes of any of her friends; him going round her place? That was dangerous and he was definitely into it. The Cat that he had experienced over the past forty eight hours was something special. She had been the Kitty that he had loved all this time. She was so full of life, so full of energy. She was happy. Now he was a little scared because Cat was happy and it was because of him, Clay realised that he could dash just as quickly as they had found it if he got himself hurt or worse. Edenridge was a hellmouth after all.

[color=BCDD81]“I’m working all weekend but leave a light on for me?”[/color] 

[color=9f1b3e]“Okay…”[/color] Cat slowly, gingerly, teasingly unbuttoned her top. “And how about now?” She could make time for him. He went all this way to visit her after all. It was the least she could do. [color=9f1b3e]“Or you can go, the doors over there,”[/color] she smirked. Clayton had unlocked a side of Cat that had laid dormant for years. Around him, she could be herself and he’d still love her for it. 

Goddamn. Cat loved to play games: of that Clay had become certain. He looked down as she undid her top and a shit eating grin crossed his face. He was so happy. [color=BCDD81]“I’ve got time, always time for you, Kitty.”[/color]  He pulled off her shirt and took the gorgeous brunette's lips between his. Physicality had very quickly become a staple in their young relationship. Yet sex wasn’t the only thing. The day prior they just talked and talked and explored each other’s souls in a way that neither had before. But yeah the sex was also fantastic. Clay turned Cat around and pinned her against the door. He began to kiss the nape of her neck. [color=BCDD81]“You’re a bad influence on me, babe.”[/color]

[color=9f1b3e]“Uh-huh, says you who came here for a piece of cake,”[/color] Her hands slid down from behind her back, Cat was indeed a flexible woman, as she started undoing his pants, [color=9f1b3e]“Are you saying we’re bad for each other?”[/color] She whispered, glancing up at him from behind, before licking his lips.

[color=BCDD81]“You’re the worst and I love it.”[/color] Clay deeply kissed his dream woman again as they fell into each other against the wall in her office. They were lost in one another as they had been for days. It was blissful.

Back outside Wes returned to the Scooby Crew’s table and smiled at his new girlfriend. [color=E9F4C9]“Sorry about that, where’s Clay?”[/color]

[color=a95963]“Taking a shit,”[/color] Kylee responded matter-of-factly. With all the things packed up and the check paid, Kylee stood up with her laptop bag hanging over her shoulder, [color=a95963]“It’ll be a while. Said something about diarrhea. Come on, handsome.”[/color] The mayor’s daughter turned on her heel to go beside her boyfriend before slapping his ass, [color=a95963]“What’s next on our to-do list?”[/color] Kylee beamed up at him, trying to push her worry aside, [color=a95963]“Oh, and I hope your talk with your brother went well!”[/color]

[color=E9F4C9]“Yeah it was fine. He just wanted to talk about some stuff,”[/color] Wes wasn’t used to the public displays of affection yet. He was trying because this was what Kylee wanted but it didn’t make it any less difficult. Not to say he didn’t enjoy her flirtiness. He was down for whatever she wanted because he just found himself desperate to make her happy. [color=E9F4C9]“I’ve got an appointment with the pathologist’s office later, so I’ve got some time to kill.”[/color]

[color=a95963]“Well then,”[/color] Kylee hooked onto his arm, hating how vague he was being but giving him the benefit of the doubt. He wouldn’t hurt her, she hoped. He just didn’t trust her enough right now. She would need to earn it. [color=a95963]“Let’s be spontaneous. Take me somewhere, anywhere. Your choice.”[/color] Her gaze wasn’t as playful as usual because really, as much as she was having fun with him, she wanted him to let his guard down like she did with him. Or at least communicate when she was being too much. Wesley made her more insecure about herself than when they weren’t together. Kylee didn’t want this to be another mistake on her list. She wanted him to really like her. 

Ky was really trying. Wes was beginning to struggle to understand why she was even interested in him. He was not very forthcoming, about anything, anything at all. Yet here she was, trying to get him to take her somewhere special to him. He could do that easily if they were a few miles down the road in Pinehurst but he couldn’t do that; she couldn’t know that that’s where he was from. Maybe it was time to let her in? To give her something true and honest and something that wasn’t part of the performance. She didn’t know anything about him really, it was time she did.

[color=E9F4C9]“You’re gonna think this is super nerdy and leave me straight away but…”[/color] He scratched the back of his curly head and offered the woman a crooked unsure smile. [color=E9F4C9]“You wanna go to the comic book store?”[/color]

With this news, Kylee’s interest peaked. He got her attention and she giggled, [color=a95963]“I didn’t know you were a geek! You totally don’t look like it.”[/color] Her hook on his arm tightened, [color=a95963]“Yes, I’d love to but first I need to know, Marvel or DC?”[/color]

[color=E9F4C9]“Neither,”[/color] Wesley responded matter of factly as he began to walk with his girlfriend away from the Godmothers. [color=E9F4C9]“Don’t get me wrong, I love them both but I prefer indie comics. My Dad has his own comic, I also love this new guy, Spike Langley. His stuff is amazing.”[/color] He was trying to give her insight into him, something honest he could say that wouldn’t affect the way she saw him. [color=E9F4C9]“You ok with dating a nerd?”[/color]

[color=a95963]“Nerd is such a subjective term,”[/color] Kylee let him lead the way, all the while paying attention to his every move, from small mannerisms to his tone, [color=a95963]“My best friend calls me Velma. I get hyper fixated on projects - I have binders filled with Edenridge History when I was interested in some of the serial killers and just understanding the ‘root of evil’.”[/color] Kylee admitted, saying that last part dramatically. She truly believed if it wasn’t for the Carlisle family, maybe Edenridge wouldn’t be a bad place, [color=a95963]“Wouldn’t you say that makes me a nerd too?”[/color]

[color=E9F4C9]“Absolutely,”[/color] Wes grinned at her own confession. She was more like him than she would probably ever know. As they smiled at each other, he couldn’t help but ponder something he sadly hadn’t before; what would happen when his work was done? Kylee and him would probably over, if not one way then definitely the other. [color=E9F4C9]“But you’re my nerd.”[/color]

[color=a95963]“And you’re all mine, Wesley.” [/color]

Hopefully for the long haul. [/indent][/indent]
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