Author's Note: My contribution to the recent drabble/double-drabble epidemic. First line was taken from Jess Angel's "A Reason to Stay." So. . .enjoy.
After Midnight
All that could be heard was their labored breathing and the sound of water relentlessly pelting the ground.
And a smile in the darkness, lips trickling rain. "Reno, we're crazy -- we're gonna get soaked."
"We're not s'posed to be sane, babe." A finger along a collarbone, covered by a coat so large; unfit for someone as small as she. The same smile on his own lips. "We're the breed fucked; the cut across the grain; the dogs kicked in their teeth."
A sweeping movement, the beginning of an intricate, misplaced dance. Fingers intertwined, hands around waists. "We're the ones dancing in the rain?" A soft question from beneath trickling hair. "The improper professionals?"
"'Lena, baby." A wider grin, bright eyes in pitch, wet dark. "Professionals can do whatever they want." A gap closing, breathing centralized. Two mouths, nearly sharing a smile.
An ear against his shoulder, a deep breath at his wet, red tendrils. "A cut above the rest."
Two sets of lips molding to one. The ran poured steadily, but neither cared nor noticed. Two souls in one space, sharing an intimate ballroom dance across the parking lot. Improper professionalism, maybe.
But happiness most definitely.