Author's note: Hope you enjoy the first chapter!
I - LAX
He pulled her to a narrow alley trying to make his sudden action go unnoticed by the people that crowded LAX.
She looked up at him suddenly very aware of how tall he was compared to her (and how close he stood). He let go of her arm knowing that he had held onto her a moment too long. She could not help but shiver at the loss of his touch.
His eyes sparkled with doubt in the darkness that engulfed them. Whatever force that had possessed him before, was gone now. He really didn't know what to say next…
But she knew him more than she knew herself.
"You're welcome", she whispered, grinning.
He smiled tenderly at her (She was something else for sure). She blushed a little avoiding his ice blue stare.
For the first time since he first laid eyes on her, he saw how young she really was. Everything ahead of her…
Not like him. He was an old soul trapped in a 35 year-old body…
He had noticed the way she looked at him… with marvel in her beautiful brown eyes. Like he was the possessor of the meaning of life… Her life.
It wasn't supposed to be this way. She wasn't supposed to feel like that for a man almost twice her age that had lost his sanity long before he had met her. But his eyes were a maze that she wanted to get lost into and his knowledge was a temptation to her curious mind.
No boy her age could offer that… and that was the saddest realization.
She tried to close the already little space between them and almost got on top of her toes to lean closer to his lips but he stopped her midway realizing what she was about to do.
"Don't" his rough but soft voice made her knees go weak.
"Please…"
She was pleading now… Way to go, Ariadne! Might as well start burying a hole on the ground… he was turning her into some desperate little girl. She hated it but it was her last chance. And she wanted to keep a memory like this buried in her subconscious forever.
His gaze pierced into hers and he considered the possibility for a moment. He owed her… And if he wanted to be true to himself he had pulled her to this dark hallway to do something like that. Pervert!
She gave up, letting her body lean against the cold wall behind her. Disappointment printed in her eyes.
It broke his heart… God, you're a weak bastard, Dom!
He let his hand caress her face and she straightened her small body to look back into his blue eyes.
His other hand landed gently on her waist and she could almost feel his touch burning through the white fabric of her shirt. Her breath was trapped in her throat as he leaned closer in slow motion.
Their lips met in gentle kiss (you could almost say timid).
She felt her heart ripping through her chest and she regretted having kissed Kurt (was that even his name?) back in the day. This is what a first kiss is supposed to like!
His heart skipped a beat too and he felt young again for the first time in years.
Their lips parted and he let his forehead rest against hers, catching their breaths in unison.
It was an innocent kiss because otherwise it would have been morally questionable and he really did not need anything else on his (already guilty) conscious. But he would forever remember the way their lips fitted perfectly and the taste of her mouth and he promised not blame himself for that.
She kept her eyes closed trying to make the moment last longer but she knew that in a minute he would be gone and all she would have left was the fainted feel of his lips on hers.
"Ariadne…" he whispered her name worriedly, disconnecting their foreheads and trying to make eye contact with her. He wanted to gaze into her chocolate brown eyes one last time.
She shivered hearing her name coming out of his mouth. It sounded so perfect when he was the one saying it.
She looked up at him and he could see the tears threatening to fall. It tore his heart into pieces.
"Just go" her voice trembled but she wanted to end this torture now.
She pulled his hand out of her waist as if disconnecting from his touch for good.
He stood in front of her, her small frame looking smaller that ever as she hugged her body and kept her weight against the wall.
"I'm so sorry for dragging you into this" he had never been so honest in his life. He knew he had stolen her innocence.
She smiled sadly at him, "I'm not", she said being as honest as he was.
He saw the spark in her again and he smiled at that trying to convince himself that she would be ok after all.
He picked up his bag that had been forgotten on the floor and left, not looking behind.
She dug her hand in her pocket to feel the chess piece and could not help but smile.
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