Part 3
Skyler stretched languidly, eyes stealing a glance at the long body that
slept peacefully beside her on the large bed.
She took the chance to look around the unfamiliar room. Dark was the first
thing that came to her mind. The room was painted a dark maroon red, and
only a few pieces of furniture lay about made of a dark, almost black wood.
Carefully, so as not to disturb Ransom, she raised an arm over her face to
see the silver bracelet-like watch strapped there. Almost 3 in the morning.
She sighed. Time to go.
It was a familiar feeling for her. She never stayed the night through. There
would be ackwardness, and a closeness with her mission that she just
couldn't handle. Especially with this mission, she mused, eyes sliding to
him once more.
Her arms slid reluctantly from around his neck to where his arm lay across
her shoulders in a tight possessive grasp. He was facing her, sleeping on
his side, with one leg tossed carelessly across both of her own.
Lifting his arm slightly, she quickly slid out from beneath him, and knelt
beside the bed for a moment as his only reaction was to roll onto his back
with a soft sigh in his sleep.
She sighed with relief, and cast one last lingering look at his beautiful
pale body sprawled across the dark sheets, remembering the feel of those
hands on her skin, before she pulled on her dress. Amber eyes watched with
lazy curiousity, deciding on a course of action before she'd even left the
room.
Quickly, she scribbled a note to him, with some explaination and her phone
number and left it on the pillow beside his dark head.
With wings and halo in hand, she left silently, carrying her shoes until she
was on the steps outside of his exclusive apartment complex.
Her small cell phone was easily produced from beneath a fold in her right
wing, and she quickly called a cab company, deciding against calling Thierry
for help home.
She showered upon arriving home, grimacing as water touched tender bruises
made from clutching fingers, and climbed into bed, for once falling asleep
peacefully to the sound of the bread machine, and the clock.
Ransom let himself into her apartment quietly, using all the lockpicking
skills he'd learned as a human years before, and quickly located her
heartbeat at the back of the apartment.
A quick glance around showed surprises. Clean, almost to the point of being
obssessiveness, a definite aura of organisation that didn't quite fit in
with the Skyler he had taken home earlier that night.
His long legs ate up the wooden floor quickly on his way to what was
odviously her bedroom. He stepped inside quickly, incredibly light on his
feet. And then he stopped in astonishment.
Shelves and shelves of books.... Books of every kind, on any subject filled
the walls, though in a very neat, unobtrusive way. White was a prevalent
colour, not exactly feminime, but strangely relaxing to his senses.
She lay in the middle of a sea of white, looking so incredibly innocent and
pure, he caught his breath in surprise. His feet making no noise on the
light coloured wooden floor, he eased himself down to sit beside her on the
bed, staring down at her.
Beautiful red hair curled damply across the pillows, a shock to the eyes
against the pure white. Her face was carved into pale marble, full red lips
the only colour other than the slightect flush of pink across her high
cheeks. Her lips opened on a sigh, and she turned fully toward him, as if
feeling his presence in her sleep.
He lay down carefully, eyes still focussed on her face, and put a gentle arm
around her waist, bringing her to his side completely.
Skyler snuggled her head under his chin, feeling a strange feeling of deep
happiness at the odd dream she was experiencing. Ransom was holding her...
She sighed again and her eyes fluttered as she fell into an even deeper
sleep, feeling somehow protected, and fulfilled....
*********************************
"Good morning sunshine." Rashel drawled as Skyler walked into the mansion's
kitchen.
"Good morning." Skyler replied quietly.
"What, no insults, no debating, nothing?" Rashel mocked as Skyler silently
poured herself a glass of juice and turned to leave the room. She stopped to
look at the older girl, eyebrows raised.
"I save myself for the worthwhile." She announced mockingly, and promptly
left the room before Rashel could think of a reply.
She sighed and wandered into the large tv room that was rarely used by the
rest of the occupants. The books did not beckon to her, so she sat quietly
on a large chair in the corner of the darkened room.
When she had woken up that morning, she had been in a panic, as she had
thought for a moment that someone had been sharing her bed. She calmed down
when a quick glance told her she was going insane.
She just could not stop smelling Ransom's distinctive scent all around her,
and finally had to get out of her home. Skyler was a wreck. Even after the
amazing sleep she'd had all night after returning home, for the first time
in years, she could not stop thinking of him.
Her tidy existence was beginning to crumble. Her bread had burned after
being left for too long in the machine when she'd finally wandered out of
bed, and then the pants that she had wanted to wear had been at the dry
cleaners, something she would have realized while laying out her clothes for
the next as she usually did upon arriving home.
She hated to do it, and had never done it before, but she was going to have
to resign from this mission. A lump formed in her throat at the thought of
what else they'd have to do to Ransom to get the information they needed,
but she wouldn't allow herself to care enough to stop them, and cared too
much for herself and him to keep on with the mission.
Skyler stretched languidly, eyes stealing a glance at the long body that
slept peacefully beside her on the large bed.
She took the chance to look around the unfamiliar room. Dark was the first
thing that came to her mind. The room was painted a dark maroon red, and
only a few pieces of furniture lay about made of a dark, almost black wood.
Carefully, so as not to disturb Ransom, she raised an arm over her face to
see the silver bracelet-like watch strapped there. Almost 3 in the morning.
She sighed. Time to go.
It was a familiar feeling for her. She never stayed the night through. There
would be ackwardness, and a closeness with her mission that she just
couldn't handle. Especially with this mission, she mused, eyes sliding to
him once more.
Her arms slid reluctantly from around his neck to where his arm lay across
her shoulders in a tight possessive grasp. He was facing her, sleeping on
his side, with one leg tossed carelessly across both of her own.
Lifting his arm slightly, she quickly slid out from beneath him, and knelt
beside the bed for a moment as his only reaction was to roll onto his back
with a soft sigh in his sleep.
She sighed with relief, and cast one last lingering look at his beautiful
pale body sprawled across the dark sheets, remembering the feel of those
hands on her skin, before she pulled on her dress. Amber eyes watched with
lazy curiousity, deciding on a course of action before she'd even left the
room.
Quickly, she scribbled a note to him, with some explaination and her phone
number and left it on the pillow beside his dark head.
With wings and halo in hand, she left silently, carrying her shoes until she
was on the steps outside of his exclusive apartment complex.
Her small cell phone was easily produced from beneath a fold in her right
wing, and she quickly called a cab company, deciding against calling Thierry
for help home.
She showered upon arriving home, grimacing as water touched tender bruises
made from clutching fingers, and climbed into bed, for once falling asleep
peacefully to the sound of the bread machine, and the clock.
Ransom let himself into her apartment quietly, using all the lockpicking
skills he'd learned as a human years before, and quickly located her
heartbeat at the back of the apartment.
A quick glance around showed surprises. Clean, almost to the point of being
obssessiveness, a definite aura of organisation that didn't quite fit in
with the Skyler he had taken home earlier that night.
His long legs ate up the wooden floor quickly on his way to what was
odviously her bedroom. He stepped inside quickly, incredibly light on his
feet. And then he stopped in astonishment.
Shelves and shelves of books.... Books of every kind, on any subject filled
the walls, though in a very neat, unobtrusive way. White was a prevalent
colour, not exactly feminime, but strangely relaxing to his senses.
She lay in the middle of a sea of white, looking so incredibly innocent and
pure, he caught his breath in surprise. His feet making no noise on the
light coloured wooden floor, he eased himself down to sit beside her on the
bed, staring down at her.
Beautiful red hair curled damply across the pillows, a shock to the eyes
against the pure white. Her face was carved into pale marble, full red lips
the only colour other than the slightect flush of pink across her high
cheeks. Her lips opened on a sigh, and she turned fully toward him, as if
feeling his presence in her sleep.
He lay down carefully, eyes still focussed on her face, and put a gentle arm
around her waist, bringing her to his side completely.
Skyler snuggled her head under his chin, feeling a strange feeling of deep
happiness at the odd dream she was experiencing. Ransom was holding her...
She sighed again and her eyes fluttered as she fell into an even deeper
sleep, feeling somehow protected, and fulfilled....
*********************************
"Good morning sunshine." Rashel drawled as Skyler walked into the mansion's
kitchen.
"Good morning." Skyler replied quietly.
"What, no insults, no debating, nothing?" Rashel mocked as Skyler silently
poured herself a glass of juice and turned to leave the room. She stopped to
look at the older girl, eyebrows raised.
"I save myself for the worthwhile." She announced mockingly, and promptly
left the room before Rashel could think of a reply.
She sighed and wandered into the large tv room that was rarely used by the
rest of the occupants. The books did not beckon to her, so she sat quietly
on a large chair in the corner of the darkened room.
When she had woken up that morning, she had been in a panic, as she had
thought for a moment that someone had been sharing her bed. She calmed down
when a quick glance told her she was going insane.
She just could not stop smelling Ransom's distinctive scent all around her,
and finally had to get out of her home. Skyler was a wreck. Even after the
amazing sleep she'd had all night after returning home, for the first time
in years, she could not stop thinking of him.
Her tidy existence was beginning to crumble. Her bread had burned after
being left for too long in the machine when she'd finally wandered out of
bed, and then the pants that she had wanted to wear had been at the dry
cleaners, something she would have realized while laying out her clothes for
the next as she usually did upon arriving home.
She hated to do it, and had never done it before, but she was going to have
to resign from this mission. A lump formed in her throat at the thought of
what else they'd have to do to Ransom to get the information they needed,
but she wouldn't allow herself to care enough to stop them, and cared too
much for herself and him to keep on with the mission.
