Chapter Nineteen: THE Kiss
I finish giving my statement to the police and I make my way over to Grace who has put Kathy Morningside in a squad car. Grace is screaming something that sounds like, "Enjoy running in the San Antonio Women's Correctional Facility Pageant! Huh?"
I laugh on the inside, always with her odd sense of humor. Even in life and death situations Grace maintained a healthy sense of humor. She notices me and turns to me laughing and snorting. "Get it Women's Correctional facility?"
I step up real close. It's amazing how gorgeous she still looks even though she just was just in a bombing. Her face isn't smudged with dirt like mine is neither is her dress. My suit is filthy. "Grace. That was good work."
Maybe it's just my imagination but when I step close her laughter subsides and she's staring at me. If I didn't know better I'd say I had an affect on her. "Oh, right back at ya." Her words a slow and dazed as if she's been drugged. She straightens up and says, "So, uh, how does it feel throwin' the ol' rule book out the window, huh?"
Not what I was expecting her to say still it's better than nothing. "Pretty good actually."
"Yeah?" she asks as we begin to walk.
"Listen I was thinkin' you know when we get back to the city and write up our reports and you get all ugly again." I can hear her disapproval at my calling her ugly but I needed to maintain my own humor to get this next sentence out. "I dunno, maybe we could have dinner, ya know?" I haven't looked at her since we started walking, afraid that if I saw mocking, laughter or pity in her ever expressive eyes I would die.
"What? Are you like askin' me out on a date?" Her tone is a bit teasing but that's just masking the insecurity you could faintly make out.
"No. Just a casual dinner." My own insecurities evident in my voice. I hear mutter a "huh" and I decide to shock her. "If we happen to have sex afterward then so be it."
I finally turn and face her. I expected to find disgust written on her face but instead I find...... is that intrigue? A slow smile spreads her lips and she begins taunting me with a song that makes me think she really does find this invite funny. I recognize the song as a slight variation of the one she sang me before.
"You think I'm gorgeous, you wanna date me, love me, and marry me." I turn way with a fake grin on my face. I feel heartbroken yet not so much as if I hadn't said anything at all. I feel a tug on my arm and my greatest wish has been granted.
Grace's soft, smooth lips are on mine in a slow and sweet yet seductive kiss. It's a short kiss and she pulls back looking into my eyes to see if that was okay. My eyes more than eagerly tell her that was quite all right. She pulls me back in for another explosive kiss. This one is more animal and fillede with pure passion and desire. THIS is what I have always felt for Grace, pure animal desire but the first kiss. The first kiss is what I have grown to feel. I have a name for that feeling now. LOVE.
I finish giving my statement to the police and I make my way over to Grace who has put Kathy Morningside in a squad car. Grace is screaming something that sounds like, "Enjoy running in the San Antonio Women's Correctional Facility Pageant! Huh?"
I laugh on the inside, always with her odd sense of humor. Even in life and death situations Grace maintained a healthy sense of humor. She notices me and turns to me laughing and snorting. "Get it Women's Correctional facility?"
I step up real close. It's amazing how gorgeous she still looks even though she just was just in a bombing. Her face isn't smudged with dirt like mine is neither is her dress. My suit is filthy. "Grace. That was good work."
Maybe it's just my imagination but when I step close her laughter subsides and she's staring at me. If I didn't know better I'd say I had an affect on her. "Oh, right back at ya." Her words a slow and dazed as if she's been drugged. She straightens up and says, "So, uh, how does it feel throwin' the ol' rule book out the window, huh?"
Not what I was expecting her to say still it's better than nothing. "Pretty good actually."
"Yeah?" she asks as we begin to walk.
"Listen I was thinkin' you know when we get back to the city and write up our reports and you get all ugly again." I can hear her disapproval at my calling her ugly but I needed to maintain my own humor to get this next sentence out. "I dunno, maybe we could have dinner, ya know?" I haven't looked at her since we started walking, afraid that if I saw mocking, laughter or pity in her ever expressive eyes I would die.
"What? Are you like askin' me out on a date?" Her tone is a bit teasing but that's just masking the insecurity you could faintly make out.
"No. Just a casual dinner." My own insecurities evident in my voice. I hear mutter a "huh" and I decide to shock her. "If we happen to have sex afterward then so be it."
I finally turn and face her. I expected to find disgust written on her face but instead I find...... is that intrigue? A slow smile spreads her lips and she begins taunting me with a song that makes me think she really does find this invite funny. I recognize the song as a slight variation of the one she sang me before.
"You think I'm gorgeous, you wanna date me, love me, and marry me." I turn way with a fake grin on my face. I feel heartbroken yet not so much as if I hadn't said anything at all. I feel a tug on my arm and my greatest wish has been granted.
Grace's soft, smooth lips are on mine in a slow and sweet yet seductive kiss. It's a short kiss and she pulls back looking into my eyes to see if that was okay. My eyes more than eagerly tell her that was quite all right. She pulls me back in for another explosive kiss. This one is more animal and fillede with pure passion and desire. THIS is what I have always felt for Grace, pure animal desire but the first kiss. The first kiss is what I have grown to feel. I have a name for that feeling now. LOVE.