Author: Kurdt
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Flack/ Aiden
Summary: There's just something about kissing in the rain
A/Ns: This is just a wee fic idea that popped into my head last night when I was trying to sleep. For some weird reason, alcohol gives me good fic ideas...
Please R/R.
Kissing In the Rain
Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry – Hawthorne Heights
She's had enough. She throws her things into a bag as he watches silently from the doorway. She's serious this time, although she tells herself that every time. But this time she means it.
She's leaving.
For good.
She strides into the living room, grabs her cell phone and keys from the coffee table and shoves them in her pocket.
She can sense him standing behind her. He grabs her arm, turning her around to face him.
He's angry. So is she.
He snatches the bag from her – doing the only thing he can think of to stop her from leaving.
She yells at him, tells him to fuck off. She can't do this anymore. She's sick of his shit, and she lets him know that. She understands what he goes through everyday. She goes through it too. She knows it's hard. But she's had enough. She's done.
Tears well up in her eyes, but she will never let them fall. Never in front of him.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice is barely audible over the traffic coming through the window.
And her heart breaks a little. She knows that he's sorry, he says it every time they fight. That's their routine. But it's not enough.
She takes the bag back from him and he doesn't fight it.
He watches her as she opens the door, as she leaves the apartment. Their apartment.
Tears form in his eyes, and even though he's suppose to be the tough, hardass cop like his father was, he lets them stream down his cheeks.
He knows he shouldn't let her leave, and even though she always comes back, he knows that this time she won't. She's had enough this time. She's done.
And it's his fault. It's always his fault. He hates himself for putting on that macho façade that Don Flack Senior taught him all those years ago.
His heart aches and he's made up his mind. He dashes out the door, not even bothering to switch off the lights, or lock the door.
Lightening flashes in the distance, the rain falls heavily and he's soaked to the skin already, his white shirt sticking to him.
He shouts her name, and he sees her tense up; her hand on the car door.
She turns to face him, and even though it's raining she can tell he'd been crying. The rain's matted her hair to her face and she's soaking wet. But she doesn't care, her heart is racing.
"I love you." He says it so carefully, so perfectly, and she knows he means it. Knows that it's not just a ploy to get her to stay.
She lets the tears fall this time, her lip trembling.
She slams the car door shut, stepping towards him. His eyes tell her that he's in pain. That he doesn't want her to leave. Not this time. He's sick of their routine.
She steps closer to him, sensing his apprehension – he's scared to make the next move.
Her hands cup his face as she kisses him and she doesn't think they've ever kissed this passionately before. His hands slide up her waist.
There's just something about kissing in the rain.
She wishes that he had said this a long time ago. But that doesn't matter now. All that matters is that he loves her and they are kissing in the rain.
They part – not because they want to, but because they're out of breath. He leans his forehead against hers, his hands have somehow reached her face, and he's brushing stray strands of hair out of her eyes.
"I love you too," she whispers and he smiles and kisses her again.