Course of Action by AndromedaMarine
Regret's Finale
Somehow those few precious seconds when I could have comprehended his following course of action disappeared, and the next thing I knew the cold, biting air invading my mouth and lungs had been replaced by Danny's contrastingly warm lips. It felt wrong. It felt right. His icy hand slid around my neck, pulling me closer, and I understood his words. I was the glove. I couldn't blame his logic – but perhaps his decision to kiss me senseless had been driven by regret and guilt.
I can only speculate, but since Reuben's death and his confession about involvement with Rikki Danny had seemed overly-emotional. If this was regret's finale – I was quite impressed. That was about all I could form before my brain melted into a pool of passion and I found myself kissing him back rather...ahem...fervently.
Guilt went out the window in an instant.
The end of the kiss was tantalizingly slow; his lips lingered on mine until the last possible moment. His bright blue eyes penetrated mine, searching for some sort of reaction other than my most obvious one. My hand moved on its own, eventually touching his frosty skin and intertwining our fingers. "Danny," I whispered, involuntarily leaning towards him.
"Yeah, Montana?" he answered with a question, brushing a lock of my hair behind my ear with one finger. I shivered, but not from the cold.
"Let's do some serious talking," I replied carefully, willing myself not to kiss him again. "My apartment's closer."
At first I thought I saw Danny's expression falter for a moment. He nodded. "Sure."
We resumed our walk and, leaving my hands ungloved, I shoved our tangled fingers into my coat pocket. I saw him relax and sigh out of the corner of my eye.
The kiss was regret's prelude.
