Blood was Dexter’s life. Well, technically everyone’s, but especially his fixation and job as a blood spatter analyst.

The crime scene was gruesome, as per usual, but one thing was missing: blood. How the actual hell did this killer drain all the blood from this dismembered, young woman that was lying at the bottom of a drained pool.

She was displayed tactfully, her arms and legs cut into four pieces while her torso was cut into five. Not counting the first body they found, the right had only been cut into threes, with a small incision as if time was cut short.

He just— couldn’t take his mind off of it. It was so fascinating to him.

Why the fuck had he never thought about that before? And why was he hard?

Taking you home after that weird night out that ended up in Dexter having to veer off since they had found another body nearby, the two of you sat in his car just talking about what had happened.

Just like the last. Though, except, he had noticed that the killer was experimenting this time. Trying to get the best way down.

“The killer is an artist,” Dexter told you, a small, admirable smile on his face as he looked at you for a moment. He looked down at the center console, thinking.

There really wasn’t much of a problem of him telling you what had went on at work. Though, he only told you what he was allowed to, of course, and some of his hypothetical thoughts.

“His technique—,” he started, his voice cutting through the silence after he put his words together.

His body moved, facing your own as you were in the passenger seat of his car while he was in the driver seat.

Tilting his head just slightly, his hand moved in saw motions on your thigh, mimicking the cuts that the killer had done on his victims.

“—it’s incredible,” he whispered, his voice more breathy as he reached your most intimate place. His fingers moved to palm your inner thigh.

Dexter didn’t even know why he was acting like this… why was he acting like this?

The ginger looked up at you, caught up in his own fascination to even notice how you had felt in the moment. Hazel eyes darted between yours, trying to figure out if you had wanted this or not.