Author's Note: I do not own the DaVinci Code or it's characters.

The alarm went of at six o'clock. Rain clumsily crawled over top of Silas, hit the snooze button and fell asleep on top of him. She nuzzled against his neck and inhaled his masculine scent as she clutched his robe. 'What is that bump poking my inner thigh?' wondered Rain and the alarm went off again. Again, she hit the snooze button. But Silas was awake now and he noticed Rain sleeping on top off him on an angle. He noticed her inner thigh was resting against his morning wood and didn't know what do to since she was sleeping on top of him. He felt her breathing on his neck, her lips were so close to his skin he could feel them lightly brushing against his pulse every time she moved the slightest bit. He shivered every time that happened and he could feel his cock twitch with pleasure and anticipation. She was still asleep but she let out a very deep moan and she started squirming a bit. Her legs caressing his aroused member as she spoke incoherent things in her sleep, 'Mon Dieu, femme! You're driving me crazy! Vous torturent moi! This is so embarrassing.' She woke up to something poking her inner thigh and her mind finally registered. She looked at Silas, he was covering his face with his hand, too embarrassed to let her look into his eyes and had such a deep blush it spread down to his neck. She kindly spoke to him, "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry I fell asleep on top of you. Um, if you need to shower you know where it is. I'm gonna go make some breaky for us, okay?" And she gently got off Silas being careful not to stroke his member as she did and headed downstairs. He waited until he heard her go down the stairs. He was relieved that Rain was kind enough to ignore his situation. He walked into her bathroom, took off his robe, entered the shower and thought to himself, 'I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. I did not think that she was going to react so calmly about it. I'm so glad she did.' He turned on the shower on cold, his erection shot down and his balls hurting. He kept thinking of how Rain made him feel when she was on top of him, sleeping. 'She was innocent and asleep, I was the one that twisted everything into perverted thoughts, and I enjoyed every second, each breath she took on my neck and then some. I am a terrible man. She's only seventeen pour l'amour de Dieu! I am so ashamed of myself. I know better…' Frustrated and angry he growled.

In the kitchen Rain was quickly making some scrambled eggs, bacon and toast for her and Silas. Then she heard a growl from upstairs and wondered what was going on with him. She brushed it off and started picturing Silas naked in the shower causing her to blush. She imagined water cascading down his silk-like hair, his eyes closed, down his perfect nose, sexy lips with a scar on the left, his Adam's apple, water slithering down his hard chest and down his abs. She imagined that he looked like a marble statue of a Greek God with his pale white skin and matching hair. Rain sighed and looked at the clock. 'Shit I have to hurry, it's almost six thirty and I need to shower.' She practically inhaled her food and ran upstairs hoping Silas finished his shower. He was just getting out, "G'morning, Silas! There's breakfast in the kitchen, I didn't have much time so I ate mine already." He thanked her and he headed downstairs. She went to her room and stripped naked and ran to the shower. Her shower only took her five minutes. She didn't have time to blow dry her hair 'It'll dry on my way to work.' She put on her work clothes, grabbed her black leather cargo purse and ran downstairs. Silas finished his breakfast and was sitting at the bar stools.

Silas looked up at her as she was running down the stairs, noticing how her healthy large breasts bounced with each step descended, her hair damp which started to dry at the ends and her mild scowl of agitation. She was wearing a black blouse with the top three buttons undone with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and a pair of black, boot-cut slacks. On the left upper arm of her shirt had the 'Karma Café and Diner' logo and on her left chest had a name tag that said 'Barista, Rain' and on the back of her shirt it said, 'Karma: You get what you give!'. She said to him, "I have to go to work right now, do you want to hang out here? It doesn't matter to me, totally up to you." Silas asked her, "Actually, do you want me to drive you there?" "Sure, I'd really appreciate that. I have a driver's license but no car, I would have had to ride my bike like an athlete and I don't want to bike either 'cuz my legs are a little sore." They got into the car and Rain gave directions to Karma Café. She kept talking about work and music and how excited she was to go back to Europe. She wasn't as talkative because she was tired and felt really rushed. She gave him her keys to the house so if he wanted to go back there he can. She still had to pack some clothes for Europe.

Silas had about three hours to himself so he went back to her house and decided that now is a good time to repent the many sins he caused in the shortest amount of time. He went to her bathroom. He didn't have The Discipline with him so he raised his robe high enough to reach his cilice and yanked on the notch as tight as he can and released. He felt the barbs cut into his flesh. He took it off and gave the same treatment to his other thigh. Breathing heavy and a few grunts later, blood dripped on the floor of the bathroom. When he finished, he cleaned up the mess on the floor and on his thigh, then put his cilice away. He wasn't going to wear it for the rest of the day. But his mind kept returning to that forbidden place. Rain. Everything about her made him want her more. He wanted her so much he could drown in her. It was more than just an attraction. They both knew that and it was a bond far greater than words could describe. A bond so strong that not even distance and time could break, which has been proven. They shared that bond since they first met. Then physical attraction was added to the concoction making things more complicated. Silas thought of present Rain as a beautiful young woman, but he knew that she was still the same adorable little girl who befriended him long ago. He was very torn about her. Five-year-old Rain and seventeen-year-old Rain were not the same in his eyes. 'Why does this have to be complicated? Why can't I just be at ease? Ugh.' He went on her computer; on her Facebook just out of curiosity. 'I just want to see more pictures of her.' Silas thought. A lot of her pictures were during their jamming sessions and gigs. 'She looks good with a guitar.' Some were where she went hiking, lots of nature shots. Some were pictures of her and her friend on a camping trip, some were candid shots of her were she'd be sitting on a fallen tree in the mountains looking into the distance holding a cup of coffee enjoying the view. 'She looks so serene, tout simplement magnifique '. He liked the candid photos the most. It showed her emotions more accurately compared to the ones where she was smirking or making faces even though he loved how they showcased her mischievous side…he loved everything about her. Then he stumbled across a picture of her and a handsome boy around her age with an arm draped around her shoulders, she looked younger than she is now. They had similar skin-tone, dark hair, same shaped nose and jaw-line. The picture caption said, 'Me and my big brother, Chance! Rest in peace. We had some good times. Today is my fifth year without you. I miss you so much.' She posted a link to a song by the Red Hot Chili Peppers called My Lovely Man. Silas listened to it. It was very upbeat, very funky, wild and laced with sadness; just like them. The song itself was about the lead singer's (Anthony Keidis) best friend/brother (Hillel Slovak) that died. Silas got up off the chair and sat on her bed, he noticed that she had two guitars; a Cort acoustic six-string and her white semi-acoustic guitar. He also noticed a punching bag in the corner of the room and pair of gloves. The bag looked really beat-up. 'How did I not see that last night?' He walked over to her bookcase and scanned through the books. There were lots of books by Anne Rice, Scar Tissue, Lolita, Angels and Demons, Phantom of the Opera, and a bunch of Harlequin romance novels. He read the summaries on the back of the Harlequin novels and they all had similar plot lines; older man, younger woman, forbidden love. He flipped though pages and came across a smut-page, 'This is literature pornography! My gosh!' and put the book away. He laid down on her bed and sighed. He was tired and enjoyed her scent that lingered strongly on her bed. His eyelids were heavy and he fell asleep.

He slept for two and a half hours and he woke up ten to ten so Silas drove back to Karma Café and walked inside the diner and waited for Rain to finish her shift. The place was very busy. Her hair was up in a high pony-tail and she was making lattes, mochas, espressos, one after the other as orders kept coming just as fast as she was making them. Silas noticed that all the other baristas were male and they were equally busy. She had fast hands and she kept her cool, still being courteous and nice to the customers. Another male barista with tattoo covered arms with dark hair came up beside her to take her place. She asked him, "Hey Joe, you came to the rescue?" "Yeah, go on. I don't like you no more, you're leaving me." She jokingly gave him attitude, "Well, maybe I had enough of you, and rest of the baristas, I'm not taking more of this abuse any longer!" Rush hour was slowing down now. Another barista came around and yelled, "What abuse?" And he put her in a head lock and gave her a noogie. The baristas were laughing, saying good-byes and how everyone's going to miss her. They all gave her hugs. Silas' left eye twitched with jealousy. She spotted Silas sitting at the Table with a scowl on his face so she walked up to him and asked, "Hey Silas, do you want coffee or tea? Something sweet?" Silas answered, "I would like some coffee, please." "Okay, I'll make something real good." Rain walked back to the espresso machines. Silas noticed her slacks enhanced her firm, perky bum and he stared as she walked away. A couple of minutes later, Rain returned with some big coffees, cake-pops, sausage rolls, croissants and a bag pepperoni sticks. Rain handed one of the coffees to Silas and explained, "This is a crème bruleè white chocolate mocha with whipped cream, chocolate sauce and nutmeg on top. It's one of my favourites and it's only like seven hundred calories." Silas took a sip and thanked her. She spoke to him in French, "By the way, J'aime bien quand vous parlez français. It's really sexy. Actually, you sound sexy no matter what language you're speaking. I like how you speak a little slower especially with your accent." He knew she was just complimenting him but he still blushed and replied, "You have a little accent when you speak French. It sounds nice. I'm surprised you still remember French." "I didn't know I could speak it until last night. I was too tired at the time to be surprised." She smiled at him and they drove back to the house so Rain can pack. Rain was really organized so packing only took her five minutes. She grabbed warmer clothes since if they were going to be there for a month it'll be chilly by November. She put her hair down and got changed out of her uniform. She wore a cream coloured 1950's vintage-style halter dress that flared out at the bottom and went just above her knees. She put on a pair of mary-jane flats and threw a burgundy cardigan in her purse if the airplane ride was a little cold. Rain went to the bathroom and made sure she got everything she needed, then she smelled blood. She was curious now, 'What the hell happened here?' She investigated but found nothing so she moved on and brought down her small suitcase. 'Crap, I forgot my purse!' And ran upstairs, grabbed her purse and she saw Silas waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. "Hey Silas! Think fast!" and she slid down the banister. Silas caught her bridal style and she started laughing as she put her arms around his shoulders. Silas was smiling and looked into her eyes. Rain blushed, biting her bottom lip as she smiled and shied her face away. Silas was still holding her bridal-style and she cleared her throat, on cue Silas gently put her back on her feet. "Prêt?" Rain answered, "Allons-y!" She grabbed her suitcase and they left the house with Rain leading the way. Silas saw her wing-shaped bruises on her shoulder-blades again and scowled, worried how that happened.

They got in the car and Silas asked her, "How did you get those bruises?" "What bruises?" "On your back." She gave him a perplexed look and realized what he was talking about. "Oh, those things! They're actually my birthmarks. I know they look identical to bruises but they're not. I'm like a quarter Japanese, right? And anyone that has any bit of Asian in their blood are born with blue birthmarks on their shoulders and butt-cheeks. They're suppose to disappear by the time you're like ten or something. But sometimes they don't go away." "I never knew that, I guess you learn something new everyday. They look like wings." "I never thought of them that way. It's kind of hard to see now but I guess they do. Hey Silas, I gonna sleep until we get to the airport. I'm exhausted." "Alright." "Good night, Silas." Bid Rain as she put her seat down. Silas started to turn down the radio and she stopped him. "I like the Lithium Station, it's all 90's grunge and alternative stuffs. I'll fall asleep faster with it on." True to her word, she fell asleep in an instant. Silas drove peacefully as Rain slept, occasionally talking in her sleep, saying random things from dislike of country music to being hungry. Silas found it quite amusing, and she said something that made his eyes widen, "Be gentle with me!" 'What on Earth is she dreaming about?' They were ten minutes away from the airport and there were a lot more traffic lights so Silas had to shift gears more often. He accidentally grabbed Rain's knee on one occasion and he apologized but Rain was still sound asleep. The song Malibu by Hole came on the radio and woke up Rain. She inclined her chair as she stretched. She mentioned that she loves this song and turned the radio up as she started singing along to it. She was shamelessly singing her heart out and started dancing with her arms and upper body. Silas smiled and laughed here and there, stealing glances of her as they drove closer to the airport. The song ended and it was Nirvana with Pennyroyal Tea. "I love this one, too! Hey I see the airport! I'm all giddy with anticipation!" "How was your nap?" "Pretty good, I had dreams." "I know, you were talking in your sleep." She was caught off-guard, "Um, what did I say?" Silas ginned and casually spoke, "Something about food and disliking country music. Oh, and you said 'Be gentle with me!'" He looked over at her who was blushing and said, "Heh, don't know what to tell ya. I can't remember what I was dreaming about, Yup." And she looked out the window. He smirked 'You are a terrible liar, Rain. When did I start teasing her? She must be rubbing off on me.' Silas thought.

They parked the car and walked into the airport. Silas saw a lot of men were looking at Rain and they'd look at Silas then look away. He wanted to scoop her up and shield her from the prying eyes, he wanted only himself to see her. She sensed his unease and slid her hand into his much larger one and she smiled at him. He looked down and noticed how her dress made her look so innocent and naughty at the same time. The bodice of her dress accentuated her tiny waist and small rib-cage showcasing her large breasts nicely. There wasn't any cleavage showing leaving that much more to his imagination. It was a beautiful sunny day and the light from the skylight hit Rain's black-cherry hair ever so often making her look every bit a stunner she was. Their grabbed their luggage, got their tickets, passport and proceeded. They boarded the plane and the stewardess looked at them curiously, Rain shot her a look and she abruptly looked away. As Rain expected, it was cool in the plane so she dug out her cardigan and put it on after she sat down. Silas gave her the window seat so she can see outside. She was still very sleepy and stayed awake long enough to see that they were up in the clouds. She yawned and put her head against Silas' shoulder and got comfortable. Silas felt a little nervous when she did so, but forced himself to relax, after all this was his Rain and not some random stranger. He noticed her breathing had slowed, she was asleep. He bent his head down and kissed her head, she smelled of coffee and sweets still lingering from work. Then he looked around making sure no one was looking at them. Everyone was preoccupied with whatever they were doing, he relaxed and fell asleep.