She would have followed him to the very edge of the world and continued, but if that world ended tomorrow he'd parish without knowing. They'd kept up an odd relationship for years...danced upon the line between friendship and romance while breaking all the rules of professional partnership. She would break every rule just for him. Only for him she'd risk herself; no one else. Because? She was in love.
And when the rain poured that night it poured it's hardest. They, the almost lovers, were as two shadows alone in the basement. They hardly spoke. They barely moved. They did their job well into the nighttime hours; reading and writing reports. They searched through old files; x files.
Those x files were there because they had belonged no where else. Lone files. Dusty files. In the cabinet they were placed so neatly because of her and so lovingly because of him. When the night began to cloud over the outside earth, they would stay in the basement. The files. The almost lovers. It was not rare for them to work like this. Dedicated; they were both very dedicated to their tasks...their purpose. Was this their purpose? To sit in the dark as two shadows in a basement office? Alone? They secretly had no complaints about being left alone with one another. Each had that secret plan in the back of their head...the one that they would try to someday use to confess the truth. And wasn't that what they were searching for? The truth?
The real shadows flickered by the light of the ceiling bulbs. Dancing; they were dancing. Aside from the misty evening weather and the gloom of the basement's aura, it was a beautiful time...moment. Classically beautiful. As was she he could noticed. He'd always noticed. What began as an attraction had transformed into a temptation. He desired her lips against his; her body against his. And, yes, the attraction had been physical...but the desire? From love. The desire had been from love.
He stood up from his seat at their desk and looked over to where she sat on the floor with piles of text. She felt him move and sensed it from the corner of her eye...and yet? She dismissed his actions for something lesser. That was, until, he was standing next to her.
She looked up. Eyes hit. Feelings touched. And for one moment? The two shadows combined in another realm of reality. She stood up , too. Faced him. Saw him. Was kissed by him. Lovingly kissed.
She wanted to neatly depart. Embarrassed. Confused.
He wanted to give her all the love that he possibly could.
She was willing to accept it...
...if he would never take it away.
Could anyone blame her? To be worried that it would never last? Never grow? This man lived a fast-paced life. She knew this...because she lived it with him. And their careers? Their careers were their lives. Struggling day by day to find whatever they were looking for; this supposed truth. These thoughts spun around and around in her allready-whirlilng brain. Then, halted by the feel of his tongue on hers, they stopped.
He entered her mouth with enough force to bring thrill, but not enough to loose the passion. She reached up to him; cupped his face in her hands. She allowed him to feel comforted in knowing that she wanted the same. She wanted him to kiss her, hold her, love her.