His Kiss

Disclaimer: I do not own Moonlight or anything linked to it.

Author: Egyptian Kiss

Pairings: Josef/OC, Mick/Beth

Rating: MA

Summary: Breanna Mabalot has had a shaky past and the only one she has made a point to be close with is her "sister" Ally. When Ally sees that Breanna is taking life too seriously, the girls venture out for a night on the town, and Brea ends up meeting someone who shakes up her world. As life goes on from her earth-shattering experience with Josef Kostan, she finds that more and more peculiarities start to jump out at her- and the well kept secret of her blood will be revealed.

Chapter Three

The tiles were cool against Brea's feet as she trudged into the kitchen. She grabbed her favorite Snoopy mug from the sink rack and silently thanked Ally for making a large pot of strong coffee. Their lives together had fallen into a comfortable routine: Ally made the coffee, brought in the money, and acted as frivolously spontaneous as possible while Brea made the meals, balanced the bills and checkbook, and brought things into a more serious perspective.

Sighing, Brea lazily strolled back into the living room, and plopped down on the sofa, bringing her feet up to sit on the edge. Clicking the morning news on, Brea watched as some overly make-up, overly perky, overly polished woman read off the teleprompter all the news of the morning.

"Today in the business world, multi-billionaire Josef Kostan has issued a statement announcing the merger between Kostan Inc. and Confab Corp. earlier this afternoon. While giving his statement, Mr. Kostan was told that this merger would increase his annual revenue twenty percent, which makes him the most eligible bachelor on the west coast. When asked if he would be settling down anytime soon, he has this to say: "There are many beautiful women in this world, and I plan to take my time enjoying them." It seems that this business mogul knows how to balance business and pleasure," The news anchor said into the camera with what was- Brea assumed- supposed to be a charming smile.

Turning the TV off in disgust, Brea picked up one of the many magazines that Ally had purchased, and perused it cover to cover while polishing off her caffeine dose of the day.

The sound of the door opening alerted Brea to someone's entrance. "Hey Ally, thanks for the coffee."

"It's me, Breanna," a familiar voice called, and Brea froze.

Brian appeared in the entrance to the living room holding a bouquet of daisies. The smile on his face was charming as always, deceptively innocent and full of happiness.

"How did you get in?" Brea asked, placing her mug on the coffee table and standing up to face him.

"I had a spare key made," he announced, shrugging off the fact that it was a huge invasion of privacy- that was a part of his personality that he rarely showed to others.

"Look Brian, I want the key and I want you to leave. I meant it when I said it was over," Brea stated, crossing one are over her chest and holding the other out for said key.

"Listen, Angel was a mistake. We just got carried away, and we realized it is not going to work. But we work Breanna, and I came here today to get you to realize that," he told her.

"I'm not interested. I'm tired of being here waiting for you after you make a 'mistake'. Just leave, please," Brea begged, backing away as he came toward her.

"It's always been you and me, Anna, and I'm not going to let you change that," Brian said, dropping the daisies on the coffee table, and backing her into a wall. He knew how much she hated it when anyone called her Anna, and it was his way of telling her that he was in charge.

He clamped his hands on her arms, and kissed her harshly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and pulling her flush against him. His hands traveled to cup her ass as he broke away from her mouth and moved his lips along her jaw and then down to her neck.

"Brian stop," Brea pleaded, attempting to push him away without avail.

His response to her pleas was to grip her ass more tightly, and then to move one of his hands under the edge of her nightgown, and move it to her lacy panties. Brian's fingers played with the fringes of the material before pushing it aside, and playing with her swelling lips.

"Brian, I don't want to do this- it's over," Brea said, trying again to shove him away. The feel of two fingers shoving harshly into her had Brea crying out in discomfort. He was always extremely possessive and when he got like this Brea knew either a beating or a violent sexual experience was on the horizon. Breaking up with him had been because of his cheating on her, but more importantly because he had recently become violent, taking his anger and frustration out on her.

Brian kept kissing her, ignoring her words, and manipulating her body even as she begged him to see reason, and stop. The more she spoke the more vigorous he became and finally she just closed her mouth and eyes.

"You are mine, Anna, and that's not going to change," he whispered into her ear.

The sound of the apartment door opening again caught both their attention, and Brian gave one finally thrust of his fingers before withdrawing, and standing a reasonable distance from Brea just as Ally sauntered into the room.

"What are you doing here?" Ally demanded, her temper flaring quickly.

"I was here talking to Breanna. It's nice to see you, Ally," Brian answered, handing a rumpled Brea the daisies.

"She doesn't want to talk to you. Now get the hell out of our apartment before I call security," Ally threatened, pointing toward the hallway leading to the front door. Brian glared at her for a moment, looked back at Brea, and left without a word; he paused as he left the room to look back at Brea and lick his fingers, then disappeared.

"Are you okay?" Ally asked her, and Brea nodded, her mind in automatic mode. She refused to tell Ally about Brian's physical mistreatment because she knew what would happen. Ally would get angry and do something A) stupid or B) embarrassing. Brea also admitted that she didn't want to see the pity and sympathy in the smaller woman's eyes.

"I really hate him. I think your next boyfriend is going to have to face the Ally screening process," Ally told her jokingly, and grabbed up the empty mug to take into the kitchen where she continued to call back loudly in conversation. "What are you doing tonight?"

"I don't know," Brea replied, rushing to the nearest bathroom to clean up.

"Do you have classes tomorrow? Or a test to study for?" Ally questioned, both girls coming to sit together on the sofa.

"No. I was thinking of taking a nice long bath."

"Well how about instead, you come out with Charlotte, Nathan, Jade, and I?" Ally offered, smiling excitedly at her.

"Ally I'm not really on friendship terms with Charlotte and I've never met Jade," Brea tried to refuse.

"But you like Nathan; and he really liked you. I was almost put out by how much he showed an interest in you," Ally announced with a fake pout for dramatic effect.

Rolling her eyes, Brea smiled in response, "He seemed nice."

"He is nice. I know that Charlotte is a little sharp around the edges, but really she can be a lot of fun," Ally promised, rallying in favor of a night out.

"Where would we be going?" Brea said, on the verge of caving.

"A nice restaurant and then dancing, maybe?" Ally said uncertainly.

"Can I borrow your black dress?"

"Which one?"

"The one with the calf-length skirt and halter neck?" Brea asked. It was new and one of her favorite purchases that Ally had made recently.

"No way, I haven't even worn that yet. You can borrow the one backless one with the knee length skirt," Ally offered.

"On you it is knee length, on me it is mid to high thigh," Brea argued. She really did like that dress, but there was no way she could wear it.

"It's that or your own clothes, hon," said Ally, raising her eyebrows and putting her hands on her hips as she faced Ally Indian style on the couch.

"I could just not go," Brea said off-handedly.

"Which would make you boring," Ally answered.

"I am not boring."

"Not if you go with me tonight," Ally enticed. It was childish, but Brea wanted to be fun, or have fun- Ally was always that way and it made Brea want to be that way too.

"When do we leave?" she finally asked, defeated.

"Five o'clock. I've got to get going. I need to make sure that a dress I bought for Nancy Dayton made it out on time. The dress is in my closet on the left hand side. Love you," Ally called as she hurried toward the apartment door.

"I always feel like you've tricked me when you leave like this! Love you, too," Brea shouted after her, and heard Ally laugh as the door to the apartment swung shut with a thud behind her.

Curling up on the couch, Brea thought about the encounter with Brian and shuddered. He used to be so much more loving, so much more caring- now he was just self-serving and without empathy.

Brea reached for the cordless, and dialed the superintendent's number. Mr. Granley answered on the third ring, and Brea asked if the locks could be changed. Mr. Granley had been really sweet her and Ally when they inquired about the apartment, but as he was in his seventies, things they needed done seemed to fall to the wayside. He asked why she need the locks changed, and Brea said something about it sticking, and that she felt unsafe having the one she had. He agreed that he would sent up a locksmith day after tomorrow, and Brea thanked him.

The rest of the afternoon passed with Brea unwinding in a bubble bath with her newly purchased romance novel, and her stress melted away. No matter how difficult things got for her, Brea found stress-relief with a bath full of warm, soapy, bubble-filled water.

"Brea?" Ally called in question when she arrived home around three thirty.

"I'm in the bathtub," Brea answered, sinking a little lower with the realization her bath was quickly coming to a close.

"I bought these really great new drop earrings. You have to wear them tonight," she responded.

"Thanks," Brea called. Ally was always really thoughtful when she went shopping. She didn't buy anything that wouldn't look good on both of them, despite their slight difference in size.

By the time Brea was out of the tub and her hair was dried and done up, Ally had laid out the dress on her bed with the new drop earrings- they were delicate and feminine with a slight gleam from the crystals. Getting dressed was quick and Brea was done before she knew it, and walking down the stairs to the living room where Ally sat all ready to go.

There was a knock at the door, and Ally went to let in their guest.

"Breanna, it's nice to see you again," Nathan greeted smoothly. He, Charlotte, and her mini-clone, Jade, were impeccably dressed, and Brea thanked God for Ally's great sense of fashion.

"You too," Brea responded.

"Brea, this is Jade," Ally introduced with a wave of her hand.

"Nice to meet you," Brea said in response.

"I know," Jade replied. Clearly looking like Charlotte wasn't Jade's only similarity to the other woman.

"I didn't know you were bringing her along," Charlotte stated, acting as though Brea wasn't even there.

"Last minute decision, but no one can argue that Brea's a great addition to any outing," Ally returned, her right arm going around her sister as they made their way out the door.

"No, we can't," Nathan agreed, his eyes devouring Brea with a smoldering gaze. Blushing, Brea remained quiet. She wasn't into confrontation, or verbal sparring.

They split up into two cars, and met up at an upscale restaurant, and were seated upon arrival. Everyone ordered off the wine list, and a shortly after they were enjoying drinks and waiting on their food.

"So what is it that you do, Jade?" Brea asked politely, sipping her wine.

"I'm a masseuse at the Red Door downtown," Jade answered, drinking generously from her elegant glass. The Red Door was an upscale spa that Brea had heard about- one that was ridiculously expensive, and hard to make an appointment for.

"That must be nice," Brea responded, again polite.

"Listening to rich people complain about 'where it hurts' and talk about other rich people? Oh yes, it's fantastic," Jade snipped, rolling her eyes and finishing off her glass only to have it refilled moments later.

"Brea wouldn't know about working, Jade. She's a student," Charlotte said, picking at her pre-dinner salad.

"A student? Aren't you a little old to be a student?" Jade asked, giving Brea a condescending glance.

"I think intelligence is attractive in a woman," Nathan responded.

"And you are never too old to learn," Ally added, slanting Nathan a grateful look which earned her a subtle wink.

"Well what's your major?" Jade questioned, undeterred by either remark.

"I'm an English major," said Brea. She really wasn't having 'fun'.

"How useful," Charlotte drawled.

"Yes, especially given the fact that communication skills play a huge roll in most any job," Nathan said, agreeing to Charlotte's sarcasm- overriding her poor manners.

Dinner appeared before them after that, and Brea sent up a silent thank you to whoever had provided that miracle. They spoke some about Nathan's job, and Ally told them about Nancy Dayton and how dowdy she had been before hiring her. Charlotte and Jade loosened up with the more wine they consumed, and slowly the tension leaked from the group.

They drove to a dance club nearby, and Brea took a seat at one of the few booths surrounding the vast and full dance floor. The music was faster and more colorful than Brea was used to, but it was nice to people watch while the others danced.

"Want to dance?" Nathan asked, offering Brea his hand. She thought about refusing, but couldn't resist. It turned out Nathan was an okay dancer, if not a bit clumsy, and she ended up enjoying each new song.

When they were both hot and sweaty, ready to relax at a table, they found the others, and Brea had a glass of water.

Conversation was light and everyone was more interested in watching the dancers than actually speaking. Suddenly, Brea froze up. Josef Kostan was making his way toward her table. How she hadn't spotted him sooner, Brea didn't know, but she held her breath as he strut confidently to their table.

"Breanna," he greeted, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. Then he addressed the rest of the table, "Mind if I steal her away?"

Charlotte and Jade were seeing green, Nathan looked put out, and Ally was practically gaping as Brea was pulled up from her seat.

"What are you doing here?" Brea asked. It seemed to be the question of the day.

"I was here with a model friend, but she slipped away somewhere, and I noticed you," he whispered sexily in her ear as they danced. He was by far a better dance partner. "It's too bad you left the other day, I was disappointed," he added.

"I had…classes and tests," Brea whispered, her voice taking on a husky rasp as his body rubbed against her.

"Hmm," Josef murmured, his left hand traveling down her front, then grasping at her right hip as they swayed together.

"I didn't think you'd really remember me," Brea confided, leaning her head back against his shoulder as they moved together.

His grip on her hip tightened and he turned her around to face him, tugging her tightly to his body, no space between them. "Beauty is never easily forgot."

No more words were spoken between them as they moved to the beat. Among the tangled mass of bodies gyrating on the dance floor, they were in a world of their own. Their bodies heating and flushing in response to one another, and when the dance ended, Josef pulled her into a kiss. A kiss filled with heat. A kiss that devoured her reservations. A kiss that left Brea's lips tingling with the memory.

"I have to go," he said, when they parted. "You should join me."

"I can't leave my friends," Brea breathed, her body clenching when his eyes flashed that familiar silver.

"Next time then," Josef said, with an impish grin, and he released her. They parted and as Brea rejoined the table, her body was humming with the promise of 'next time'.

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. My laptop hasn't been working and I had to re-write this chapter, that's why it took so long. I appreciate your patience and support. Let me know what you think. EK!