Come away with me in the night
'Come away with me, Kate. It'll be fun.' His voice whispered in her ear, his sticky breath making made her ticklish. She giggled they sat at the bar. She could feel his soft hair gently brushing up against her arm and he leant over her, so close his nose was almost pressing against her warm skin as her whispered to her. If anyone looked up to see them now, so close they only had to lean forward a mere couple of centimetres for their lips to meet, he'd say it was at necessary action to take; after all it was particularly noisy in the bar that night. The crew were toasting to the Hammersley after her decommissioning that afternoon. They had slipped away to a spare corner of the pub, It was a time of celebration and of goodbyes; after all, none of them were really sure what awaited them now. She turned her face to his, drinking in his handsome features. He was so close she could almost taste him. The smiled simultaneously as their eyes met.
'It wasn't that funny.' He whispered again, this time his breath made her shiver.
'That not what I was laughing at.' She replied, 'I get ticklish when you whisper in my ear, remember' He smiled again, nodding his head as small fraction.
'I remember a lot of things' he whispered back, his time doing it deliberately, waiting for her reaction. He was not disappointed and he smirked as her felt her squirm. She hit him, playfully on the arm, laughing. He joined in, not wanting to stop the warm, happy sensation of hearing her laugh freely, spread through his stomach.
'Really, so do I. I remember some pretty interesting details.' She said, wiping the smirk off his face. She turned her face away from his again, picking up her drink from the counter. She could still feel his warm breath against her skin as the cool liquid ran down her throat.
She couldn't remember being this happy in a long time, actually she couldn't remember being this happy since the last time she and Mike were this close. He was like a drug to her, a particularly addictive drug, whose mere presence made her high. 6 months ago she never thought she'd ever be this close to Mike ever again, especially after what happened 5 years ago. She never wanted to feel that way again. She decided that being heartbroken once was enough to last you a lifetime. Things had changed, though. After being shot, she'd realised that life could be taken away from you for quickly that it was important to live in each moment. She decided that it was time to let Mike love her back. She wanted this to work more than anything else.
As she bought the glass up to her lips a second time, she felt his hand close over her the hand that was lying in her lap. He linked his fingers with her, and she could feel that they perfectly moulded together. She put the glass back down on the bar, without taking another sip and instead just concentrated on their connected hands. She could feel his eyes on her as she was staring at them and he gave her hand a squeeze of reassurance. They we enveloped in their own little world, nothing else mattered but the two of them; they were completely oblivious to the sets of eyes that had just come to rest on them from the other side of the room.