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A Simple Act of Kindness	By : Demona_Andariel Category: -Movies Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Texas Chainsaw Massacre, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Elizabeth curled up on the living room couch, legs tucked under her, a cup of tea in one hand, and a book on her lap. Getting sick had been a blessing more than a curse. She’d gotten over her fever a few days ago, but hadn’t been allowed to do anything but relax and rest. Allowed. It was strange. She’d fully expected that the moment her fever was broken she’d have to go back to doing housework, not that she had much else going on. But the moment Luda Mae saw her even attempt to pick up a broom she’d taken it away from Elizabeth, shooing her away.
It was weird, actually having time to think and not worry about her future. She absentmindedly rubbed her right wrist. They’d given her time to think about her life, the path that she’d taken and the one she’d been forced into. She wasn’t even sure if her family missed her yet. Did they know she’d disappeared? She wasn’t close to her parents, in fact, she hadn’t even talked to them since the funeral. She was far closer to her aunt, but that wasn’t saying much. Did they assume she was safe?
Safe. Such an odd word to think, considering her situation. But, at least for the current future, she was safe. He’d done it. Thomas had successfully won her over with his odd protective nature. He didn’t deserve her, after all he’d done.
She let out a sigh. His devotion to her, to be her protector, her caretaker, her partner extended further than she could have imagined. He didn’t even act as if she was being a burden to him. In fact, he got upset with her any time she tried to deal with her sickness on her own, any time she insisted he could leave her by herself. He wasn’t having it.
As much as she hated to admit it, she actually liked being taken care of for once. For years she’d been the one to take care of people, the support pillar both with her family and friends. But here, he took care of her. Her high fever lasted for four days before finally calming down. He didn’t leave her side during that time. He rubbed her back when she had to throw up, tried to make sure she had a damp cold cloth on her forehead or back of her neck, and made sure she ate and drank. He even tried to help her when she went to the bathroom, something she had to firmly put her foot down. She wasn’t quite that sick.
She took in a deep breath before slowly letting it out. He treated her as if she were a porcelain doll. For such a big, burly, man who had tormented her for so long, he was surprisingly kind and gentle. He had been so worried about her, that even in bed he just cuddled with her. There was a part of her that was glad he was worried about her wellbeing. She had little doubt that he, The Hewitt family for that matter, were the cause of her sickness. She’d been under so much stress in such a short amount of time it had weakened her body. To have all that stress suddenly leave, she was bound to get sick.
Elizabeth let out another sigh and set her tea on the coffee table. She couldn’t help but snort and chuckle as she glanced at the mug. Thomas had given her a look when she made tea in the morning. Tea? In this weather? But the blistering hot Texas air couldn’t dampen her mood or need to drink tea. One of the few things that had been bought for her. Hoyt had gotten all the items that were on the list she’d given to Luda Mae. Hell, he didn’t even make a comment about the items to Elizabeth. If he complained it was out of her earshot. The man hadn’t even tried to make her uncomfortable. She didn’t expect it to last long, but she was enjoying his lack of lewdness while it lasted.
She glanced down at the book on her lap and slowly thumbed the pages. It was a trashy romance novel Thomas had given to her. She wasn’t even sure if he knew what kind of book it was, although he did tear off the front cover. Undoubtedly not a fan of the handsome practically naked man holding his love interest in an intense way. But, he gave her the book to occupy her time. She highly doubted it belonged to Luda Mae. Which meant it had belonged to someone else.
Her chest heaved with a heavy breath. It did make her wonder though. When she left for her trip she didn’t pack much, only her favorite clothes, pictures and some jewelry. She hadn’t gotten the courage to ask, but, did they still have her things? Nothing had been returned to her, and she had assumed that her items had either been sold, thrown away, or destroyed. But, the appearance of the trashy romance novel meant that they kept some items of their victims somewhere. And, it gave her hope. Hope.
She hated the word, she hated the feeling. Hoping for something meant having a higher chance of feeling disappointed. She would rather expect nothing and be pleasantly surprised.
Leaning back against the couch, she stretched her legs out. Her body tingled a little. She was horny. The book didn’t help matters either. A week really wasn’t that long of a time, but apparently, her body had gotten used to their almost daily fuck sessions. She craved him. Thomas!
“Hey, Thomas. I really want you to fuck me.” She snorted at the thought. Not yet, she told herself. It almost seemed a little too soon to go about throwing herself at him. The last time she did that was out of desperation. He hadn’t tried to fuck her in any way. In fact, he was careful with his touches. The nightly cuddles were the closest thing to sex that they got to. She had been tempted to masturbate in the shower, but that required a lot of work and energy that she wasn’t quite ready to invest in.
Scooting down the couch, she stared up at the ceiling, tapping her fingers on her chest for a moment. She had an itch and really needed it scratch. Slowly, she lowered her hand down, brushing against her stomach before she paused. It made a little sound as it digested her lunch. Her gorge rose up momentarily making her fight it back. She’d already cried many times the last couple of days in private. Yet it was clear she had a few more tears to spill.
Ignorance is bliss. Ignorance. She was no fool and she couldn’t pretend, despite how terribly hard she wanted to. The Hewitt family, Thomas, were making her eat human flesh. It was inevitable and she knew that. Yet, once again, her choice in the matter had been taken from her. Only, they were feigning compliance with her diet. Her sickness made sure that she no longer had the energy to fight back, to question. It made her compliant and she hated herself for that.
She closed her eyes and silenced and stilled her thoughts. The peace and quiet of the house seeped into her body, relaxing her again. Thomas was home, down in the basement more than likely, but Luda Mae and Hoyt were gone, having taken the grumpy disabled uncle with them. He hadn’t been around initially. She wasn’t sure where he came from, but he was a grumbling member of the family who practically ignored her. She was okay with that. She was pretty confident that Luda Mae and Hoyt would return by dinner. But, it was actually nice to have the house mostly to herself.
Letting out a deep breath, she sat up and set her feet on the ground then stood up, stretching her body. It popped and cracked from her efforts, making her smile. She didn’t know what to do, but she needed to move around for a little bit. She glanced behind her, half tempted to take a walk outside. No one could stop her. In fact-
She blinked. It was the perfect opportunity to attempt an escape. She looked out of the living room window to the dirt driveway that led to possible freedom and the forest she could use to hide. She shook her head. It wasn’t the perfect time. And, she’d finally gotten a week of peace. Failing to get away from them would undoubtedly either end her life or force them to keep her locked up forever. And Thomas may not have the strength to protect her anymore.
Sitting back down, she grabbed the book that was on the coffee table and leaned back. It was easy to find the section in the book that was her favorite. She eased onto her side, engrossing her mind with the flowery language on the page. It wasn’t the kind of reading she normally enjoyed, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
The words on the page started to blur together as her mind searched for a pleasant sexual memory. The shower sex between her and Thomas, that wasn’t meant to be, was probably the best consensual sex they had. Then again, there wasn’t much to choose from. Her desperate attempt to get Thomas on her side when Hoyt almost raped her was on the fence.
But, oddly enough, it was the first morning sex between her and Thomas that her brain decided to focus on. Despite it being her second sexual encounter, it didn’t really hurt. In fact, it was probably the most pleasurable experience she had during those dark days. She wasn’t sure how long he’d been touching her while she slept. But it was long enough for her body to be completely ready to take him on. And the connection between them had been far more intimate than it should have been. The way he held her, the way their fingers intertwined, even his pacing was perfect. She had felt so hollow after because she actually enjoyed herself and it wasn’t right.
She refocused her attention on the page, biting her lip. The dark days needed to be forgotten. Her fingers slowly trailed down her stomach. Why was she so horny? She tapped her fingers on her belly. Why wasn’t there a bath in her room? She could badly use one to relax and play with herself.
She rubbed her palm over her crotch, digging her fingers in over her pants. It was a bad idea. Better to go to her room for some privacy, even though she was practically the only person in the house. Grunting in annoyance, she sat back up, slamming the book shut.
Her whole body stilled before she could sit up as her eyes landed on Thomas. He was standing in the doorway looking at her. There was an expression on his face that she wasn’t familiar with. How long had he been there?
Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. “Hi,” she said softly. He walked over to her and she felt her body straightened as she watched him. He stopped in front of her and cocked his head to one side before reaching out and brushing one hand along her face. She couldn’t help but give him a reassuring smile.
“I’m alright,” she said. “The book you gave me is rather titillating is all.”
He extended his palm and she placed the book on it. The thought of him destroying it crossed her mind. He did seem like a jealous man and it wasn’t worth fighting him on, even though he did give her the book. Could he read? Did he really not guess what was in the book? So much for that gift. She sighed. It was fun while it lasted. But, if this was going to become a thing, she would rather not accept gifts.
He tilted his head to one side, slowly flipping through the pages then looked at her.
“Don’t give me that look,” she chided. “You were the one who gave me the book to read.” His brow furrowed, making her laugh. “I’m sorry, Thomas,” she said as she stood up. “It was a good book. Thanks for letting me read it.”
She started to walk by him, but he reached out his arm, wrapping it around her waist and stopped her. She placed her hand on his left forearm and looked up at him. She couldn’t help but look worried.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
His hand gently brushed her face. Her eyes closed as she let her body relax to enjoy the feeling. She felt him lean down and before she could open her eyes his lips pressed gently against hers. He didn’t linger, pulling away after only a brief moment.
She couldn’t help but give him a questioning look. “Are you okay?” she asked, running her hand up his arm to caress his cheek.
He took in a deep breath and let it out, giving her a little smile. He started to turn, but she caught his arm, stopping him.
“You know,” she said. Oh god, what are you doing? “I’m not made of glass, right? Like, getting sick didn’t ummm… didn’t suddenly make me all fragile.” It was the best she could do as a hint, not quite yet ready to throw herself at him. If he didn’t get it then she’d just have to go upstairs and deal with her horniness herself.
He gave her a puzzled look, dashing her hopes.
“Never mind,” she said softly as her cheeks turned red. Before she could turn away, he cupped his hand under her chin and tilted it up to look at her. His eyes searched her face and then he kissed her. It was harder, more demanding, she more than willingly replied with the same need. Her fingers desperately undid the buttons on his shirt and she felt his fingers pull her shirt up. She raised her arms so he could pull it off before she striped him of his shirt.
They both paused suddenly, breathing deeply, but also staring into each other’s eyes with surprise. Tying her hair into a ponytail, Elizabeth unhooked her bra and sank to her knees. Unhooking Thomas’s belt then the button and finally unzipping his pants made him moan. Before she could completely free him, he placed his hand firmly on her shoulder.
She looked up at him, frowning. Placing his hand under her chin, he forced her to stand up. She felt a shiver run through her body of disappointment. Opening her mouth to protest, he kissed her. His hands trailed down her body, firmly grasping her breasts, making her moan. He didn’t keep them there long as he slowly unbuttoned her pants. He clearly wanted her to be naked when she blew him. Not that she minded. She really wanted to get to the sex part.
She held onto his arm to slip out of her pants once they hit the floor. Hooking her fingers inside of her underwear, he placed his hands on hers to stop her.
Slipping his fingers in her underwear, he slowly slid them down while getting onto his knees. She placed her hand on his shoulder to step out. Her heart pounded in her chest. He looked at her pussy then up at her. Her brain refused to believe what it was seeing. Rising back up, his lips met hers as he pressed his half naked body close to her, cupping her face in his hands.
She was forced to take a couple steps back by his crowding till her knees caught the edge of the sofa and she dropped down. He was on his knees before she could think. His hands ran up her inner thighs, pushing her legs further out as his eyes stared at her. She couldn’t let her mind assume anything, instead focusing on what he was currently doing.
He rubbed her inner thighs for a moment, giving her goosebumps, then trailed his fingers close to her pussy, only to veer off and up her legs, running his fingers along her stomach to her breasts. She couldn’t help but whimper and move, scooting her ass closer to the edge of the sofa.
He ran his hands down her body, moving his eyes from her face to examine her scars again. Leaning him, she felt his mouth touch her skin. His hand slipped down, feeling the outside of her pussy, making her moan and raise her hips up. His fingers slipped inside her folds and she grunted at the touch. Despite the fact that she didn’t want to get her hopes up, a part of her felt a little disappointed. She actually wanted him to eat her out. It seemed only fair.
His lips trailed down her stomach. She was already a little bit horny, but with him on his knees as if he were her subject turned her on even more. The couch was almost a little too small. His height would strain his back a bit. It made her wonder if he’d power through, if he actually tried.
His lips went lower and then she felt his tongue brush her clit. It was enough to make her gasp and arch her back. With her legs spread, he had little trouble exploring her with his tongue. He brushed her clit with his tongue now and again, and each time she gasped, whimpered and wiggled. He didn’t forget his hands, running them along her body, sometimes squeezing her tits, other times teasing her inner thighs.
His tongue eagerly explored her, upping her impending orgasm. Her hands dug into his hair as she breathed deeply and moved her hips. The moment his tongue entered her vagina she couldn’t help but shriek a little, and push his head down.
He slipped a finger in her, rubbing around her walls. The feelings he was producing for her kept collecting in her core. She really needed to cum. There was a small part of her that didn’t want it to end yet, but her horny mind from earlier had already started working herself up. Her body felt strained and tense. She needed- Automatically, she grabbed the couch pillow and put it under her ass to raise her hips up. She put her legs over his shoulders, trapping his head, then dug her fingers into his hair.
“Make me cum, Thomas, please,” she begged.
He focused on her clit, licking and sucking and pressing, listening to her directions, as her mouth told him what she needed without her brain doing much thinking. The pent up sexual energy tightened, causing her muscles to tighten around him. He slipped a finger and then a second in her, rubbing the top of her walls, while his other hand rubbed her breast. It seemed to hit the right spot as her orgasm exploded making her scream and shake.
He didn’t stop licking her, didn’t stop fingering her, or using his other hand to stroke other parts of her until her whole body relaxed around him. She didn’t move, despite her back screaming at the awkward angle she’d ended up in, half folded. She watched as he sat up, his chin glistening from her wetness. Her eyes darted down, his cock was still trapped in his pants.
“You got something else for me, big boy?” she asked, widening her legs as an open invitation.
He had always wanted to taste her. Hell, the first night they were together he wanted to lean down and just lick her. She smelled so good. Having a simple taste with his fingers made him want more. But, he didn’t think that was appropriate. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because Hoyt never did it.
Thomas licked his lips. Her body shook and her legs had trapped his head so that he wouldn’t stop, her hands in his hair, pulling but making it feel so right, and then the way she almost sang as she came, he was hard as fuck. She barely even touched his cock. He had to fuck her.
Her eyes glanced down at his still trapped cock and her teeth brushed over her bottom lip, pulling it in. She looked back at him, into his eyes and deliberately opened her legs.
“Got something else for me, big boy?” she teased. She didn’t even bother to move from her awkward angle.
He would have gawked at her, had he not felt the urge to plunge into her pussy. He’d held off so long. So worried that he’d break her in her weakened state. He patiently waited for her to give him some sort of sign that they could have sex again. Only, she didn’t. At least, nothing he picked up on. But, watching her read that book and move her legs, rubbing her pussy. For the briefest of moments, he felt jealous and annoyed. But then, she gave him that look. Something he hadn’t seen. To embarrassed to ask him to have sex? Maybe. Didn’t matter now. Her legs were open and she was inviting him.
He slipped the rest of his clothes off and quickly rose high enough to brush her pussy with his cock. She groaned, raising her hands up to stroke his chest. Rubbing his cock against her, he pulled his emotions back, his need to just slam into her, fuck her hard and fast. It had been so long, too long. He needed to feel her wrapped around his cock once more. She’d always told him that he was big. Her cries and the way her face scrunched with pain haunted him. He was never going to hurt her like that again.
He moved slowly, watching her face. She let out a little gasp as she felt his cock against the entrance of her pussy. But she didn’t protest, instead, she kept her eyes on his. He moved his hips and his cock slipped up, rubbing against her clit. She moaned at the contact. He did it again, fascinated at her reaction. Reaching down, he guided his cock into her slit.
Her back arched slightly and she whimpered as his head breached her. “Oh, Thomas,” she breathed. Oh no. His brain panicked, causing him to pause. “No, no,” she said, shaking her head as she wiggled.
He was hurting her. Desperation hit him as he pulled out. He had no idea what to do. How to help. He thought he’d done a good job getting her ready. Slow or fast, it didn’t seem to matter. He would only cause her pain. How had they done it in the shower?
Her soft hands touched his face, making him look at her. Her laugh was so sweet and her eyes held such tenderness. She was sitting up.
“Thank you,” she said softly, leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips. Her legs wrapped around his waist. “It’s not that kind of no.” One of her hands ran down his chest and he groaned as she grasped his cock. “I want you. Fuck me. Please. Go all out.” The begging in her voice sounded sincere.
He still couldn’t help but hesitate, focusing on her face to make sure he wasn’t hurting her. He’d hurt her way too many times already. Never again, he had promised himself. Her smile faded as her mouth parted, only for her to force it back as he entered her. Watching her struggle to keep smiling, to reassure him, while also unable to keep her mouth from dropping confused him.
His uncle’s words circled in his head about just entering her fast. But last time she wanted him to be slow. Her right hand reached out and he automatically tangled his fingers with hers.
“Fuck, Thomas,” she breathed the moment he bottomed out, pressing his pelvis against her. He let out a groan of his own. “You’re so fucking big! You feel so good.”
The compliment both excited and confused him. She only had complained about his size hurting her. He moved slowly, almost leaving her before going back in. There was something about the intimate slow pace that soothed him. Yet, her moans and mewls excited him, spurring him on. But he had to keep his control. Curious about her reaction, he almost completely withdrew before slamming quick and fast into her. She yipped and groaned, closing her eyes as her body moved to him.
He picked up his pace, rolling his hips in curiosity. “Fuck, Thomas,” she moaned, her legs tightened around his waist as her arms wrapped around him. The way her body crushed against his, she dragged her nails along his back. He wasn’t sure what he needed. He wrapped his arms under her ass and picked her up. She let out a yelp of surprise and hugged him tightly for a moment.
He heard her giggle then moan as he lifted her up then let her body fall down onto his cock. Her mouth and lips went to his neck and along his shoulder. As light as she was, and as strong as he was, he knew he couldn’t keep her up for very long.
He bent his head to one side to kiss her. She must have read his need as her lips were suddenly on his mouth, pressing tightly. It sent a fire through him as her mouth parted and her tongue sought his. He wanted to touch her clit so badly, but he had to keep his arms under her ass. He clenched her cheeks, and she broke their kiss, letting out a choked cry as she rolled her head back slightly.
The sound scared him, making him slow down, he almost pulled her off him. “No, don’t stop,” she begged. Her walls contracted around him, encouraging him. He
needed assistance though. His arms were getting weary. As if noticing, she nodded her head. “Put me down,” she said. She lifted herself up, both whimpering as his cock left her pussy.
Dropping to the ground, she knelt on the couch and resettled her body. She placed her hands on the back and looked behind her. He didn’t need to be told twice. Sliding into her was easy and made them both groan. He couldn’t help but grab her hair, tangling his fingers in it and pulling her head back a little bit as he picked up speed.
“Fuck me,” she half spat.
The sound of their wet connection, her uncensored cries of pleasure drove him wild. She was loud. Far louder than she’d ever been before. Her hand slipped under her body, stimulating her clit.
Her breathing came out in short bursts before stopping for a moment, and then she let out a satisfied gasp. “Thomas,” she moaned. Her pussy walls clenched around him, enticing him to reach his own end.
He couldn’t help but slam hard and fast, the thought of hurting her was all but forgotten. His balls constricted and with a loud satisfy moan from his end, he came in her.
He bent over her as she leaned against the couch. His hands roamed her body while he tried to settled back to his normal self. He rubbed her round ass and for the first time he realized just how much he appreciated her body. It suddenly wasn’t just about making babies. It wasn’t about desperately keeping her around to be with him forever. He didn’t realize that giving her so much pleasure would enhance the sex and connection between them. This kind of sex, connection, was what he wanted and thought he could never have.
“Fuck,” she whispered, leaning back. “Should probably open up the windows or light a candle, this room is going to smell like sex and- oh fuck,” she said. “Thomas, we have to go!”
Before he could answer, she scooped up their clothes. He heard the sound of a car coming down the driveway. Looking out the window, he recognized Hoyt’s police car.
“Come on,” she said with a giggle as she grabbed his hand. He followed and couldn’t help but smile at her light-hearted sound of glee as if they had a secret no one else knew about. They were in his room before the front door was opened. Her laughter seemed to echo through the house.
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