The grey clouds hung over the city like a thick blanket, waiting. On the roof there was no release from the opressive heat; the curls at her forehead sticking to her skin.
The door behind her opened, scraping across the concrete. Then his footsteps, stopping just a few feet away.
"Stella."
She couldn't ignore him; the touch from his hand was still burning in the skin of her arm. She turned. "What do you want?"
His fists clenched and he shoved his hands in his pockets. His suit jacket and tie were long gone, his shirt unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up.
"What the hell was that about?"
She tuned back to face one of the tall silent buildings surrounding them. "I don't know what-"
"Bullshit."
She heard him take another step towards her.
"I said I don't want to talk about it."
A crack of thunder split the air betweeen them. Seconds later there was a blaze of light.
She looked around and he was behind her, close enough that she could almost feel him breathing.
"What the fuck is going on with us?" She said nothing, looking up into his blazing blue eyes. "Why the fuck can't I touch you anymore?"
She stood still, refusing to step back and away. "My choice, Detective. My personal boundries."
Below, the city prayed for rain, for relief. She waited for a response.
After a long moment he spoke. "And that's just it?"
Two long waits in hospitals in five years. But if that's what it took-
"That's it."
Thunder and lightning exploded together in the sky, and he looked away for a moment, pulling his clenched fists out of his pockets.
"You know what?" he asked, his voice barely rising above the retreating sound. "You're a good liar, Stella. But I'm a better one."
The heat had short fried her mind; she could have sworn she saw the coming storm in his eyes. He lifted a hand to her waist and she let him kiss her.
It was a mistake. She knew it from the moment his lips touched hers. He always saw too much, knew too much. He would see everything. And take everything.
The clouds above them opened, the long promised rain falling thickly to splatter on the city below.
He pulled back, one hand cradelling her damp cheek, fingers tangelling in her hair. She could read everything in his eyes.
"Stella."
If she was lost, so was he.
She reached up and pulled his head back down to hers. The rain fell; the heat remained.
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It is raining where I am right now, and bloody cold. But reviews warm me up!