He put out a hand and lightly traced a fingertip down her back. "I can't believe we just did that." She said, curious to find that she didn't regret a second of it.
She turned, placing her hands either side of his head she leaned in closer. "I should hate you."
He smiled, mischief danced in his beautiful brown eyes. "But you don't."
The answering spark in the clear green eyes looking down into his told him everything he needed to know.
"There's no need to sound so cocky about it." The words might have sounded a little grudging, but the tone was light and teasing. His hands went to her waist and he encouraged her a little closer.
"When they find out about us... there will be trouble." He warned.
"I know." She leaned closer, his hands caressed her back. "You should end up in chains and an orange jumpsuit."
His arms locked around her tight as he pulled her hard up against him. "I don't care. Give me a memory to take with me." He gasped as her hand edged downwards, he tried to savour each sensation, but then there was only the short flight into ecstasy.
...ooo0ooo...
It was his curiosity which got him into this in the first place. He regretted nothing, even though first contact had been extremely painful.
After Gibbs' bullet smashed into his chest, the bullet and the energy absorbed by the vest he was wearing, he made good his escape in the confusion. Breaking free, he ran all the way to his motorcycle.
He ran through the day's events in his head as he pushed the Ducati hard. Wondering about the absent Abby, the Goth who was scared of autopsy. Sleeping in a coffin. He found himself wondering what she looked like. And the little devil that drove him whispered in his ear.
It was stupid, and dangerous, and against all orders, but he knew he was going back to see for himself. To wonder at this strange being, who could sleep in a coffin, yet fear a room. If Caitlyn or Gibbs caught him they would shoot him on sight.
He found a very dark corner, in the shade of a building and waited. It was very late, there were only a few cars left in the lot. He'd quietly scanned them and then he had seen it. And known instantly that it had to be hers. He settled to watch.
A street door opened opposite, and for a second he almost flinched as light bathed the lot, then she stepped forward and the door closed.
He knew it was her. It had to be, no one else would have a spider web tattoo on the side of her neck. He stared, almost transfixed.
She was tall, with very long legs, the platform boots she wore boosted her height, and he imagined that if they were face to face, they would also be eye to eye. Equals. Something about that appealed to him. As she moved closer, he realised that she was beautiful, heart shaped face, long black hair, neatly caught into two plaits, crisp white shirt over very short red pleated kilt, the apparent demureness of the outfit overridden by the brevity of the hemline.
She unlocked her car, got in and drove away. While he sat in the shadows and berated himself for his own foolishness. Even though he knew he was going to see her again.
It would have been he fourth or fifth time he waited in the shadows that he made up his mind to take the risk of following her.
He knew his behaviour was stupid and risk-seeking, but he couldn't stop himself. So he began following her. Absorbing the details of her extraordinary life outside of the office.
Part of him wanted more. Contact. Seduction... he wasn't sure what. He just had to get closer.
It was pouring with rain, and she scurried to the car, very late. Burst pipe at her place, she was spending the night at the convent. She turned the key and headed out. Just lately, well she couldn't be certain, but she thought she was being followed. Curiously, it didn't seem like a threat.
He followed behind. Sometimes several cars back, sometimes almost riding her fender.
It was cold, he was soaked, rain had found its way inside his jacket and this was madness. They drew up at a set of lights and he sat there, fuming at his own foolish desire.
The motorcycle was back there as she glanced up in the rear view mirror. Abby's lips firmed themselves into a thin line, and she leaned forward a little. Foot ready on the accelerator, she would beat him away from the lights and circle the block. Enough of this game.
He was going home, he would dodge around her and leave her standing. Perhaps wondering who he was and where he came from. He revv'd up.
The lights changed.
He opened the throttle, and began his swift, flashy manoeuvre around her car, as her foot went down hard on the accelerator.
The Beetle leapt forward, clipping the back tyre of the motorcycle, he fought to correct, but the road was too wet and the added momentum of the car's weight pushed the rear wheel out sideways. He had a moment to know that this was going to hurt, and then he was down. Instinctively he let go as he and the machine fell together, and then he was rolling, until he smacked into the curbstone.
She braked hard. Oh mi god, no! She fumbled for the door handle, and almost fell out into the rain. He was lying on his back in the gutter, the rainwater washing down his body.
The stars began to clear, and he looked up. The convent. They were literally right outside the convent doors. He was flat on his back in the gutter outside a convent. His head was swimming, and his right hand side was hurting, shoulder, elbow, forearm, ribs, hip, thigh, knee and ankle. Mentally he tried to check himself out. He was finding it difficult to concentrate, but fairly certain that he had no broken bones.
She was crouched over him. Words tumbling out. He fumbled for his chin strap with his left hand, and pulled his helmet off.
Abby's babble cut off in mid-flow. "YOU!" She said in accents of loathing and confusion.
Dimly aware that the door to the convent had opened, Ari Haswari stared up at the shocked and slightly wrathful young woman staring down at him. He was soaked to the skin, starting to shiver with a mixture of cold and shock, but something about the peculiar nature of the situation tickled his sense of humour. Ari put his head back and started to laugh.