I had some time. And I'm going to update it soon. :). Please R&R.
Perfect. This moment was perfect. Just as every other when he could open his eyes in the middle of the night and see her there, lying beside him. He would just look tenderly at her face, content with a hint of a soft smile, glowing with something that he couldn't really describe. The gentleness and warmth that was radiating faintly from her was so unique and special. So captivating. Intuition has been always telling him about this softer side, it just kept silent when it came to letting him know how to reach that part of her. That's why there was so much distrust, lies and pain. But now everything was so different. His feelings were different. They were more powerful. More true. Stronger than the last time.
Then after a while when he would finally gather some courage he would wrap his arms tightly around her just to make sure she was real. That he wasn't dreaming. That she wouldn't disappear like she did so many times before. Something that haunted him too often. He would then softly stroke her cheek with his hand, brushing so lightly, barely touching her smooth, tanned skin. Not wanting to disturb her peaceful state, he would just listen intently to her deep, steady breath that sounded reassuringly calm. In this perfect moment she would usually shift drowsily at first but then relax under his touch, slowly turn around and move toward the welcome caress.
He could really get used to it. He could wake up every day feeling the warmth of her body, curled and snuggled into him, with her face buried in his chest. Her long, shiny hair spread across him filled the air with a delicate scent of cocoa butter shampoo. For the first time he felt complete as if he belonged here. As if it was a part of the natural rhythm of life, something he was looking for. Something that was missing in his life.
She could fill that emptiness. Because she was special. Special for him. But he has known that for a while. Quite a long one. The relationship they had was far from what he thought he needed. What he wanted it to be. But it showed him emotions, so profound, extreme, uncontrollable he had never experienced before. Only with her. And nothing could spoil it. Not even the lies that were quietly crawling around.
Still there was something that was bothering him. Bradley, that overbearing, arrogant son of bitch was getting impatient. Catching Sanchez was slowly becoming his obsession. It wasn't only matter of promotion, of glory and respect for breaking up this gang and arresting his leader for good this time. He seemed to be more aggressive. More and more driven. And reckless.
"If you searched all the rooms and met no resistance it means that you probably kicked down the door of the wrong house, Bradley." The memory of what Cruz had told him earlier today when had been sulking and just looking for somebody to take his frustration out on made Bosco smile. That remark had touched a nerve. A sensitive one. But she had been right. Not every lead was going to get them collars with this case. And today's raid was a blatant example of that.
"It was a right one." Bradley muttered angrily through gritted teeth. Then he eyed them sharply and stopped on Bosco, challenging him to answer back. To pick a fight. But Bosco just looked pityingly at him knowing very well how disappointed and powerless he felt. As if a long awaited prize was snatched right from his nose.
That's when Bradley's eyes moved toward Cruz and bored into her. Judging from that intense look something was going through that little brain of his. Something that made Bosco very uneasy.
And it left him with nagging suspicion that Bradley, getting desperate and out of options would try to drag Cruz into this. Force her into helping them. And that would surely cause more harm than good. But it wasn't the only reason why getting her too involved had to be avoided at all costs. Knowing so well how strong she could feel about something and her loyalties even now he wasn't quite sure what she would do.
But it wasn't right place for such thoughts. Or time. He could feel his eyelids slowly becoming more and more heavy and prickling a bit. Tiredness started to kick in. His eyes narrowed and then closed after a while. But he wasn't falling into a sleep right away. There were still a few minutes when just feeling her closeness would lull him back to sleep. And these few precious minutes belonged only to him.