The first thing Justin does with his new girlfriend is to take her shopping for a dress. She protests at first, that she doesn't wear dresses. "You'll only be wearing it once. We'll pretty much destroy it by the time we're done," he growls in her ear. He's already developed a feel for what turns her on, and he knows she likes to be kept in suspense, to be given just enough information to keep her guessing, wondering what he means to do with her in this dress. And suddenly, she is eager to go shopping. Justin actually hasn't got any real plan for the dess, though he has a few days to come up with something, since she still needs some recovery time from last night. He just wants to dress her up, like he used to do with his sisters' dolls, such a long time ago. Before ripping their heads off.

He finds a dress that is the perfect combination of virginal sweetness & forthright sexuality, and he gives her ass a quick slap before sending her into the dressing room, just to watch her cheeks flush.

He couldn't have chosen better, he thinks. The cut-out section on her lower back is already giving him ideas.

It's still amazing to Justin, that he can get so much pleasure from kissing her.

That evening, Justin has to do his bouncer job. But before he goes, he gets Eleanor to promise to come to him when he gets home. He just wants to sleep with her, wake up with her, he tells her. She can't possibly know what it means to him, perhaps someday he'll tell her about his dreams, how often she would come to him and then he'd wake to his solitude. But for now just the promise that she will wait up for him is enough to make the boredom of his job palatable. He just thinks of Eleanor.

His only thought when he gets back home is Eleanor. But everyone in the house has come to expect they can get a home-cooked meal if they come in at the right time. And Justin actually enjoys his reputation as the house chef, so he cooks something quick but delicious for Diego, hanging around the kitchen like a hungry dog. Eleanor comes in while they are eating: the kitchen door is unlocked for her. "Are you hungry?" he asks her. He always cooks more than enough. But Diego gives a little laugh & says, "Dude, I think she's horny, not hungry." It outrages Justin, hearing Diego talk about Eleaor that way. He has no idea how wrong he is. "Don't you EVER talk to her like that!" Justin shouts, and Diego laughs him off. Justin is usually very casual about Diego's jocularity & he's never cared even when Diego spreads rumors about Justin being gay (Justin considers himself above gender distinction anyway. He's whipped easily as many men as women, and to date has only let Eleanor actualy touch him.), but having him make any kind of joke or suggestion about Eleanor is too much. Justin is on his feet & pulling Diego up by his collar in a flash. "I swear, Diego, I will knock out your teeth if you ever speak to her like that again..." he growls. Eleanor then steps in front of him, between him & Diego. "Justin, stop," she says, looking him in the eyes, restraining him with her gentle hands and he has to stop, let Diego go. "I'm sorry, Eleanor," he whispers. With a wave of her hand, Eleanor silences Diego before he can add further comment, and she leads Justin by the hand back to his room.

"Calm down, Justin, it's just Diego, he's always like that, you should know that by now," Eleanor says gently, caressing his back. Justin tries to steady his breathing, to regain his calm. "Don't let him get to you." Justin apologizes again, saying he couldn't tolerate hearing Diego talk about her that way. But she is so much more reasonable about it, telling him not to get into a fight over it. It's not her words, but her hands that eventually quell his rage, stroking him into submission, until he's purring for her. He wonders if she knows how much power she has over him...and she asks him if he has ever punched anyone's teeth out, as he threatened to do to Diego. Her eyes have this eager gleam, and he can see that despite her rationality, despite the way she calmed him down, she is actually turned on by the thought of him doing violence to another man. She is a most wonderful & unusual woman, he thinks. "It turns you on, doesn't it, Princess? You'd like to watch me hit someone....," he says, caressing her cheek, enjoying the blush that spreads over her. "Have you?" she insists. "I've worked as bouncer for a few years, Eleanor. I've had to knock a few heads...but I don't remember too many details..." Bar fights are just part of his job, not something he does for sport, though in the future he will make a point of remembering, to have stories for Eleanor.

"Tell me about what you do," Eleanor says to him, her voice grown husky, as she starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Tell me what it's like..." Obviously, she's not asking about the bouncer job. "I'm kind of a specialist, Eleanor, I only do whipping & beatings," he tells her, as she pulls off his shirt & starts on his pants. "Because I don't like to be touched," he adds. She strokes his arms & chest, squeezing his muscles. "But you like it when I touch you...," she says, looking up at him with eyebrow raised. "Mmmm," he answers, "yes, I do." "Why?" she asks, stroking his legs, his thighs. "I...don't know, Eleanor. I just do...from the first time I saw you, I wanted you to touch me. But just you," he says. And he does love the feel of her hands on his skin, loves watching her play with him. "Grimalkin," she says. "Hmmm?" he asks. "When I was a child, there was a feral cat that used to come around our house: my parents called him 'Grimalkin'. He would knock over our trash cans...but he was very wild & he would hiss & scratch at anyone who came near him. Except me," she tells him, tickling her fingers across his stomach, "When I would approach, he would roll over & show me his belly, he would only let me pet him....and he used to bring me the little birds & mice he'd killed, too." She presses herself up against him, & looks up into his eyes. "You have the same color green eyes as Grimalkin had, and you stare at me the same way he did....," Her fingers play in his hair & she scratches him behind the ear. "My pussycat," she murmurs. "Mmmm," Justin purrs.