Love by Design:

Simone’s Notes:

A one-night stand is a single sexual encounter without an expectation of further relations between sexual participants. This is regardless of whether a single encounter was originally intended by either participant to be a one-night stand, or whether further relations between the participants subsequently arises. Critics of the practice describe it as "sexual activity without emotional commitment or future involvement".

He felt hungry again. She’s at work again. He spotted her two weeks ago at the bar she was employed at. The bar maid fit exactly as he type. Her face and chest size reminded him of Winry while the curls in her black hair and plump thighs reminded him of Derdra. It didn’t take much for him to lust after her. On the first night, he just wanted a drink. She happened to be on shift that night.

“What can I get for you this evening?” she asked. Her tone sounded so pleasant. He couldn’t help but smile at such plump lips.

“What is your best drink?” he asked.

“Oh!” she cooed. “The cherry is my favorite!” His tone made her heart flutter in her chest.

“Coming up!” the bar maid replied. She was a chubby young lady. Her curves looked rather cute to be honest. Right then, he knew that he just had to have her. The first night began his “hunting” for her.

The second night started out the same, only he didn’t go into the bar. She wasn’t working tonight. Kind of a disappointment, but it gave him the chance to learn more about her. Turned out, she had many admirers in this one bar. He couldn’t blame them. She was rather cute to look at. He licked his lips just thinking about her.

She will be mine, he thought. He began his plans to capture this butterfly.

On the third night, he came back again. He doesn’t want to kill her. The hunger inside of him isn’t that strong this time. Besides, he could kill other prey if he wanted to. No, she’s just there to satisfy his sexual needs. Speaking of which, she was here again.  Her dress was low cut. The men drooled over her well-rounded breasts. He fantasized about them in his mouth. Those little nipples would taste good against his tongue. However, he needed to lure her in.

He spent the fourth night plotting. Not that he really needed, but he had to take that extra measure. Little Iris taught him how to make this spell. It would take four days to prepare. He started his blend three days ago. Six mints leaves, four chilies, chocolate dust, vodka, one hair from himself, two from someone he trusted, and three from his target combined with his alchemist powers. He kept the blend in the freezer in his apartment.  He took out the small jar and smirked to himself. It’s ready, he thought. He opened the jar and dipped his finger inside. One thin coat on his lips and he was ready.

One the fifth night, he waited until everyone else went home. She was cleaning up the bar when she noticed him still sitting in his seat.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were here,” she said. “Did you want something?”

“Why yes,” he replied. “Come a little closer.” Curious, the bar maid walked over to him. When they were face-to-face, his lips came within inches of hers.

“Kiss me,” he commanded. Her eyes went blank in a deep daze.

“Yes, master,” she said in a low voice. She gave him one kiss on the lips. He grabbed her by the arms and climbed over the bar to her.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded. Her hands went straight for her dress. He stopped her, shaking his head.

 “Slower, please,” he said. She slid off her dress in a slow manner to tease him. His lips curved into a smile.

“Yes,” he hissed. Her bra and panties piled on top of her red and black lace dress. He sat over her and unzipped his black leather trousers.

“Give yourself to me!” he said aloud.

“Yes, master,” she said, spreading her legs for him. He pinned her against the glass bottle as he thrust into her, pound after pound. She threw back her head moaning. He didn’t plan to kill her tonight. No, he just wanted a little fun. Blood and murder began to bore him. Yes, I needed this.

“More! Harder! Harder!” she screamed. Her nails dug into the flesh side of his back. This pain drove him to nibble on her neck. It took all of self-restraint not to take a deep bite. He buried his fingers in her dark curls. Her perfume reminded him of Winry and Derdra. In fact, he closed his and began to imagine she was both of them. This would have to do for now. Yes, this would have to do for now.

“I’m coming!” he howled. He pulled her in closer to his body as he reached his climax. He won’t let go until his member went limp inside of her. After he pulled out and zipped up, he stole one more glance at his target. She looked like a little rag doll after the deed. He leaned in and gave her one more kiss on the lips.

“Get dressed and forget all about this night,” he said as his last command.

“Yes, master,” she said in a low voice. He turned and headed over to the door as she obeyed his last order.

“You have a good night!” she told him for the last time.