Last Kiss
She can't just let him go without telling him…something. She lays a hand on his shoulder and says the only thing she can think of.
"Remember: jiggle it," she says.
He stares at her for a long moment, an uncharacteristic look of uncertainty on his face. Then, before she can even register the movement, his hand is hooked around the back of her neck and his lips are against hers.
In that one moment, her mind is flooded with memories, snapshots of days gone by. They come quickly, mercilessly, attacking every one of her senses.
The beach party the night they met, five years ago. Sully's self-assured smirk, just before he threw back a shot of the local whiskey, trying to impress her. And him throwing it back up in her car on the way back to the hotel. Him chasing her through the surf. His blue eyes locked onto hers just before their first kiss.
And his back. Not even turning to wave goodbye.
Then Sully pulls away, and the connection is broken. Nikki is left standing there, speechless.
"Sorry about...," he trails off, gesturing vaguely between the two of them. She can only nod.
"It's, uh…it's cool," she murmurs. "Bring it back in one piece or I'll kick your ass." He smirks impishly before heading to the door.
One more for her mental album: him stopping once at the door to glance back at her, a gun on his shoulder and the half-cocked smile he knows makes her weak in the knees on his face.
And her praying to any deity listening that she sees him again, alive.