You give me fever
In the morning
You give me fever
In the evening
Fever when you hold me tight
Never knew how much I loved you
Never knew how much I cared
When you put your arms around me
I get a feeling that's so hard to bear
You give me fever
You give me fever
When you kiss me
The music wafted in through the open window accompanied by the course tang of
seawater and dead fish. Salt air slicked against my skin and natted my
hair as I stuck my head out the window. The accomodations weren't much to
look at, just a steel framed double bed and a beat up dresser with a bible in
the bottom drawer. There wasn't a tv, a fact which Alec had pointed out
to me three times with varying degrees of annoyance. He was now lying on
his back exactly in the center of the bed, his fingers snapping absently to the
beat of the jazz music in the bar below us.
He looks so tired, both of us do I'm sure. After we'd finished working
Felipe over the we'd dragged his sorry ass all the way back to the Senator's
mansion and left him bound and gagged in her outer office, much to the
annoyance of the fussy looking assistant. Burnhart hadn't said much, just
barked out some orders to the assistant over the intercom and told us to go
home and pack because she'd booked us on the first flight out the next
afternoon. One of her lackeys was waiting for us at the airport with a
pair of economy class tickets, a half dozen maps of the city, a rent-a-car
receipt, and a packet with two thousand in cash.
We'd driven past the nicer parts of the city to settle in Cabirillo
Marina. The out of date tour book had detailed nice restaurants and expensive
shops. Now the waterfront had attracted gangs, thugs, and prostitutes
post-pulse, because a shipping port meant smuggling these days. Layers of
dirt make it easier to go unnoticed, Alec said, when you're going
undercover. Personally I believe that Manticore was cheap and wasn't
about to go putting a bunch of brainwashed teenagers in a nice hotel where
people would ask too many questions. I shake my head in an attempt to
clear my thoughts.
The night is chilly but the damp in the air causes my hair to cling to my
neck. The light raspy snoring from the bed tells me that Alec has dropped
off to sleep. There's a full moon tonight and now that it's risen little
rays of the light stream through the window and reflect off the dull metal of
the bed frame and the mirror in the bathroom. His summer tan looks washed
out in the moonlight, the pallor making him look half dead against the field of
the dark blue comforter. A small shiver runs up my spine at the thought
and I try to shut off my morbid imagination.
Creeping over to the bed I sit down on the edge of the mattress and lean in closer to him until I can see up close the slight up and down motions of his chest as he breathes. Sparkling unnaturally white against the rest of his skin are a half dozen half-healed scars. We both need a break from this, he shouldn't bear any marks from the bullet wounds he'd gotten during the hostage crisis, it had been more than a month ago and the stem cells in his blood should have regenerated new skin by now. He's had too many injuries in a row and so have I. After this mission is completed we need to take a break, get out of Seattle and away from the senator and take time to heal up and relax. If we survive this, it we don't then I suppose that we'll be getting all the rest we need when we're dead.
He hadn't bothered climbing under the covers before he went to sleep and his
skin is cold to the touch from exposure to the damp night air. I slide
closer to him cover his exposed skin with my body.
"You're warm." I'd been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I
hadn't noticed the change in his breathing as he woke. He pulls me
lightly so that the whole of my weight is supported by his body.
"Do I give you fever?" He buries a laugh in my hair so that
little tendrils of it flutter off my forehead.
"Every kind of fever there is baby." His lips press languorously
against mine as his hands wind through my hair to draw me closer. He runs
an infuriatingly soft line of kisses against my jaw and neck before working
lower into more satisfying territory. The kisses burn reassuringly
against the cold kindling warmth in my stomach and limbs.
"I do love you Alec." His arms tighten around me and he brings
his lips back up to my forehead.
"I love you to Maxie." I feel my lips trembling slightly as he
rubs his thumb across my cheeks and lips. "I'm not going anywhere,
nothings going to happen." He knows he can't promise me
anything. He knows he's tempting fate just by saying what he has.
His hands wander against the skin of my stomach as he gets back to his
pre-interruption activities. This is different, slower and almost frighteningly
intense. We can be slow, we have forever. Tonight, we have forever.