"Hey, gorgeous," Brian said as I opened the door to his knock. In that
instant I forgot all about the mysterious letter. It didn't seem important
now, Brain's presence put it all out of my mind and I relaxed fully for the
first time since I read it. He leaned forward and kissed me as I came out,
shutting the door behind me. I'd been planning my dress for this date for
the past week. It was a red one the clung to my sides. I'd fallen in love
with it in the shop and wasted a lot more money than I really had available
on it. It was lovely though, and the expression on Brian's face made it
worthwhile. I was wearing a necklace I'd been given years ago by a friend
whom I would probably never see again. It had been a Christmas present, and
now it was all I had to remember her by. I let my light brown hair fall
lose about my shoulders, with only small clips pulling it away from my
face: normally I wore it pulled back out of the way in a plait.
Brian was wearing a suit that he looked wonderful in. He knew how I felt about him in suits, and this was one of his nicest. As he kissed me again, deeply and passionately, my hands moved up to fondle his soft hair. His hair looked a deep brown in some lights, but at times, mostly after he'd been out in the sun for a while, it could turn almost blond. As we reluctantly pulled out of the kiss, I looked up into his eyes, clear blue, framed by his round glasses.
"Ready?" he murmured.
"Always," I replied, ready to be led anywhere by those eyes. I turned quickly to lock the door, before slipping my hand into Brian's and allowed him to take me to his car. We had reservations at a restaurant we often went to on our dates, one that was nice but still relatively cheap: teacher's wages didn't offer much. It passed happily enough, neither of us noticing anything different about the day. The rest of the world didn't notice the letter or worry about its effects on me, and carried on regardless. It was only when I invited Brian back to my flat for coffee that something happened.
My hand was behind me, fumbling to fit the key in the lock, as Brian lay kisses across my throat. Brian was such a wonderful kisser, and his lips touched mine almost the instant I finally turned the key. I opened the door and slipped laughing into the room. Brian followed, making a false growl as his hands slipped around my waist and captured me again. I leaned back into his firm embrace and allowed him to caress my neck with his kisses as he'd been caressing my throat only moments before.
The sound of the door slamming caused us both to jump round in shock: Brian had left it open when he followed me. We stood there, staring at the man aiming the gun unerringly at the two of us. Brian's arm held me close to him as we stared with some fear at the man behind the gun.
"Makepeace?"
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Author's note: I hope you're all intrigued about Makepeace. Don't worry though, it's not going to turn into a soppy romance story.
Brian was wearing a suit that he looked wonderful in. He knew how I felt about him in suits, and this was one of his nicest. As he kissed me again, deeply and passionately, my hands moved up to fondle his soft hair. His hair looked a deep brown in some lights, but at times, mostly after he'd been out in the sun for a while, it could turn almost blond. As we reluctantly pulled out of the kiss, I looked up into his eyes, clear blue, framed by his round glasses.
"Ready?" he murmured.
"Always," I replied, ready to be led anywhere by those eyes. I turned quickly to lock the door, before slipping my hand into Brian's and allowed him to take me to his car. We had reservations at a restaurant we often went to on our dates, one that was nice but still relatively cheap: teacher's wages didn't offer much. It passed happily enough, neither of us noticing anything different about the day. The rest of the world didn't notice the letter or worry about its effects on me, and carried on regardless. It was only when I invited Brian back to my flat for coffee that something happened.
My hand was behind me, fumbling to fit the key in the lock, as Brian lay kisses across my throat. Brian was such a wonderful kisser, and his lips touched mine almost the instant I finally turned the key. I opened the door and slipped laughing into the room. Brian followed, making a false growl as his hands slipped around my waist and captured me again. I leaned back into his firm embrace and allowed him to caress my neck with his kisses as he'd been caressing my throat only moments before.
The sound of the door slamming caused us both to jump round in shock: Brian had left it open when he followed me. We stood there, staring at the man aiming the gun unerringly at the two of us. Brian's arm held me close to him as we stared with some fear at the man behind the gun.
"Makepeace?"
***
Author's note: I hope you're all intrigued about Makepeace. Don't worry though, it's not going to turn into a soppy romance story.