Embrace

She missed his touch, the feel of being complete. Right now all she felt was the emptiness. Smoothing the pillow case on his side of the bed, tears cascaded from her bright eyes. Her fingertips clenching at the cold material drawing it close to her body trying to catch some fragrance left by him.

Laying in the empty bed she remembered.. breathing slowly in and out..she focused.. she could hear his laughter...feel the touch of his skin...taste..

"Matt" she pleaded her tears breaking her heart into a million tiny glass pieces. Laying in the cold sheets they once shared she let her mind drift to that night. She had waited all day to see him, he had gathered her in his arms and pulled her so close to him that she could feel his desire through his heart beat. When he kissed her it was like fire, and when he touched her it burned, burned and scared her memories, her heart, her soul. His mouth would devour her entirely , as he could never get enough. He was like that he devoured life, in the end it would devour him.

Memories devoured her to sleep. " Sleep my Love,Dream  of us, I will always be with you" a cold voice rang through her ears and she swore she felt his touch drawing around her.

She always knew...

It didnt take long til she was in his arms. As soon as he came through thoose large mahogany carved doors, her feet couldnt carry her fast enough.

"Chris" he whispered circling his arms around her thin waist.

"How long?" softly asking.

" Not long a few hours at most, God I missed you" he whispered into her ear, allowing the intoxicating fragrance of her hair to remind him to capture every moment, every touch, every kiss, every smell and taste and sound. She had the most intense blue eyes, the kind of eyes that were soo hard not to surrender too. It took him months to finally allow her to capture his heart, and now that she did, his life rejected her. The Blood that stained his hands, how could they allow something so beautiful in them?How could he put her life at risk, he didnt have a choice, without eachothers presense they were rendered lifeless.

"It will be over tonight my Love, I swear after tonight.."he barley uttered when his lips captured hers , her body pressing into him, his hands unable to maintain control. His lips found her tempel, her neck, slower then faster.

"Chris" Pressing her fingers to his hungry lips she softly found his lips with her own.

"Dont Hold back"she said taking his hand in hers and leading him to through her bedroom doors.

Once inside her private chambers his lips devoured her hands, her face her neck.

"JT ..theres someone watching us through the windows" she whispered, her body tense with fear.

His hands slide closer around her waist "Don't look directly at him Chris. Tell me what they look like."

"Brown trench coat, gun, hat, mustache."

"Shit, Chris, on my side is my gun, if I reach for it in this state, he will shoot. Take the gun and aim through my jacket, shoot the glass, and run for the door." he whispered pulling her tight and continuing he said " just like at the fair, point and shoot."

The glass shattered sending the spy for cover and the couple toward the door. Shots echoed through the great hall as they ran through the massive house. Footsteps thundered behind them as they weaved in and out of rooms slamming them shut behind them. Swinging around the corners toward the four car garage, JT gripped Chris's delicate arm and pulled her with him against the wall of the garage. Many things could happen once he opened that door, and he knew gunman could be waiting for them at their escape. Pressing his ear to the smooth surface of the cold door he placed his hand on the knob. He didnt have much time, even though he locked a few doors on their pathway to the garage.

He did not need to tell her he loved her, she knew , she always knew. She was calm despite the situation, even knowing what this meant she never broke into nervous fear. Kissing her on the forehead, he pushed her behind him and opened the door, and slowly crept toward the Chevy Belair.

"Should have kept moving JT, never should have came here. Getting soft on me?" A man said in a dark leather coat. His hands covered in matching gloves, pointing the steel weapon at the pair.

" Let her go Smith, she has nothing to do with this" JT said his hands extending.

"You were never the target JT, not now atleast, she was. They say behind every good man is a good woman. You were never a good man, but thats beside the point. This pretty dame here, shes your weakness JT. You have never feared anything like what you fear right now."

Two shots were heard echoing through the garage. JT never missed, tonight was no different, the Smith's body slumped to the ground, blood pooling beneath him.

"Get in the car Chris, we have to get out of here."

"JT"

This time JT wasnt fast enough,and Chris slumped forward into his arms. Her blood covering his hands. Her voice cracked " I always knew the consquiences.. I always knew.. but.. I ...didn...care...One,, one moment with you...I... I ...Lived..." She choked, her face growing pale.

"shhh shhh, Chris it will be ok, Im going to take you to the hospital, the doc will fix you up..shh dont talk like that..."

There was so much blood and applying pressure wasnt helping, sweeping her in his arms he headed to the car.

"JT..I...Lo...be a ..good man,,JT" she choked, her hand resting on his face. Thoose eyes, her eyes, the once intense blue had hazed over and her body that had been shaken grew still. Her hand fell from his face, and then he knew.Falling to his knees the once strongest Hitman in the world had been reduced to the whimpers of a child. In his arms lay the one person he forced from his heart, the one person whom he couldnt shake attachment too.

He never told her he loved her, she knew...she always knew...

"It was supposed to end tonight..."

-Christieanna Daviau

Finalizing Moments

She waited pacing from one side of the room to the other. The feathers in her hand were growing heavy, she waited two hours. She had known they were falling apart, his late hours at the office, his mysterious phone calls, his lessen passion.

Several tears and advice tips from ever gossiping friends later- she decide a night of romance was in order. Finding the most seductive and rich laces, diamonds and perfumes, she stood in their bedroom alone, waiting. The room smelled of romance, the candles oozed from time, her heavy fragrance lingered, and her brown curls fallen flat.

The clock ticked slowly, but not slow enough as the darkness became darker.Her fresh make up was ruined with tears, throwing the feather fann into the trash, she slipped on the plaid night gown. Crawling into bed the door slammed shut. He was home. Tomorrow she would be gone.

-Christieanna Daviau

Kings Room

Tonight she wanted to feel something. Tonight she wanted to feel deeper then a touch- something more sensual then a kiss. She wannted to be loved.

As the Kings whore she knew his touch was not that of love true, but that of lust. Her work provided a life of luxury , and as the Kings most high Seductress luxury was well provided.

Adorned in fine scarlet silks and laces, she fasened the hose to her garter and began to prep her mind for the seductive role she would play when the King entered the chamber.

Her mind was shaken as he swept her in his arms, he was in a delightul mood. His arms swung her about as he danced, whispering in her ear the sweetest words. Tonight for just a moment she may feel a tiny bit of pleasure at what love was.

Laying beneath his weight, his hands devoured her body, tonight she would just lay, close her eyes... tonight she would believe somewere in her mind- tonight she would kiss the man she loved- tonight she would touch like a lover- tonight she would be carressed with passion- tonight she would escape for one moment of her life

-Christieanna Daviau

Taste

He remembered the taste of her lips: the softness, the fire. It was one of the reasons he followed her here tonight. He had never felt such a dark fire in his soul until now. She had always seemed mysterious, dark even, and he couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to own this creature, this seductress of the night.
He walked down the dark alley, putting his cigarette out on the brick wall. Pulling his collar up around his neck as he took a breath.
"This is it." his mind screamed, staring at the cold metal door, with its peeling paint and rust- devoured hinges. He had followed her to this door, this door that held all the answers. He waited, her sleek form entering just moments before. Now that she was here , time would reveal all.
Lighting another cigarette, his hands trembled. He was nervous, these whole night affairs had him shaken. It had been a long day at work, when this vixen sat beside him at the corner bar. Crossing her silken legs she glared at him, smiling a devilish grin. Sipping the rum in the small glass, he nodded in acknowledgement of her presence. Her scarlet lips seduced him as she spoke, she was not a whore, intelligence in her words revealed as much. He assumed a medusa as she laughed at his quietness. Before he knew it hours had went by and then they were at his apartment tearing the clothes from each others bodies. He was never a man of one night passions, but tonight the woman cast a spell on him with her intense stare, her mischievous and challenging words, her tantalizing silk clad dress, the raven curls cascading down her body..His mind went numb for a moment thinking about her breath in his ear.. why did she get up. His mind, although half asleep was well aware of her body detangling from his sleeping body. The light from the night flickered over her naked body. She had no shame as she slid her red high heels on first, then slowly she kissed him and whispered "Was fun while it lasted kid." Sweeping up the rest of her clothing she left into the night.
The "whys" didn't leave his thoughts; he needed answers to her words "Was nice while it lasted kid." It was time he decided as he pushed through the squeeky door into the club like tavern. A few dirty men with booze heavy on there breath glared at him. Seeing her he dove into a booth, dodging her line of sight. Taking her by the arm a man in dark leather pulled her to her feet, leading her to the stairs. He thought she might have seen him as she looked over her shoulder, her eyes full of terror.
Waiting a good fifteen minutes before following , he slid the empty glass of beer that the waitress insisted he have, to the end of the table. Sliding from the hard wooden booth he moved toward the stairs. It wasn't long until he heard her voice, and he pressed his ear to the choppy surface.
There voices trailing to the back room, was his cue. Turning the knob slowly, and gripping the metalic weapon, his fingers locking near the trigger, he slide into the damp room. The air smelled of musk, and rotten wood. The floor barley creaked under his step as he walked closer to were the voices were echoing.
"So you followed me." she she said softly " Come on out from hiding Grifter, you have been behind me since I left your bed."
Stepping into the room Grifter, instantly locked eyes with the seductress sitting with her legs crossed in her silky dress he had pulled from her hours ago. Applying more scarlett to her lips she nodded to the man in dark leather looking out the window, standing silently.
"Fann" Grifter whispered
Standing to her feet and walking gracefully to him she placed a single finger to his lips. "Shh Grif, youll ruin the memory."
Leaning into his ear she whispered " Taste me one last time," her hand slide slowly down his chest "Kiss me Grif"
Her Lips found his and in a deep probing kiss, his eyes became hazed over, dense fog clouded his mind. Even when she ended the kiss his mind was still clouded with delerium. His body was no better and began to tremble.
"Shame really." She said to the man in the corner. " He was the best lover I have had in a long time."
"You do love cat and mouse Fann, but the game is done. Let him have his memories and let the government handle the rest." the man said taking a Body Bag from under the bed.
"Shame seduction seems the only way to cloud a mans thought, but works everytime," she paused sitting and reapplying the scarlett, "Dont fight it Grif, just let the sleep take you,the government you work to protect is needing your services."
Grif's body was heavier then stone and soon his weakened legs couldnt hold him upright. Falling to the wooden floor, his breathing increased, the darkness consumed him. Last thing he seen was a red blur. The words "...another officer killed in the line of duty..."