A huge thanks goes out to dabbling for lending me ch85 of her story First Kiss to springboard off of. Thanks, dabbling! For all Mike lovers and MC shippers out there, this one's for you!
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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Take a chance…
Mike Logan's own words reverberated through his head as he walked out of One Police Plaza for the last time as a detective first grade. His box of personal items became heavier and heavier in his hands with each step he took.
Was he really doing the right thing?
The memory of his one night with Carolyn sprang unbidden into his mind. It was a result of too much whiskey on his end, but it was never a regret in his heart. Then she was gone, leaving him devastated in the wake of her departure. No woman had ever affected him so, before or since.
He became so lost in the memory of her touch, her kiss, that he simply walked without direction. He knew this city like the back of his hand, and yet when he realized he was standing in front of her apartment building, he was surprised.
How had he gotten here?
How had he screwed up the best thing he'd ever had?
How could he fix it?
For a long time, he stood out there, trying to find the courage he needed to walk up and knock on her door. A light rain had started, plastering his thick hair to his head and soaking the cardboard box he held in his hands.
A light suddenly came on, causing his breath to catch in his chest. He took a step backward, but then her door opened and there she was.
"Mike?"
Her voice did him in. Dropping the box at his feet, he bounded up the steps and roughly pulled her into his arms. Then he slanted his mouth over his, eagerly claiming her once and for all.
Carolyn put up a brief resistance, but after a moment she melted into his arms and slid her arms around his neck, opening herself fully to his kiss. Encouraged by this, Mike held her tighter and buried his long fingers in her dark, curly hair.
When they finally broke apart for need of air, he rested his forehead against hers and ran his hand down her back. "I quit," he whispered.
She nodded.
"I'm tired of running." He pressed a soft kiss against her forehead. "I'm done."
"Good." She drew him down for another kiss, and just like that, they watched it begin again.
The End.