Of Him and Her

Prologue: Of the Beginning

He felt her. Literally. Fragile, gentle, soft. Passionate, aggressive, fervent. He felt her skin on his and it was driving him crazy.

He knew he shouldn't be feeling this. It was a hundred percent wrong to say the least. But as her lips trailed their way along his collarbone his better judgment flew out of the window.

"Wait…" He muttered but her lips were on his that same second. "What…"

What's her name? Yeah, he wanted to ask but next moment he was lost. Lost in her embrace, her coffee-brown eyes that were fogged with fervor, excitement, lost in the heat of their bodies…

After that it never mattered what her name was. Left in his mind was an image of perfection: a slender Asian woman with hair black as raven's wings and unforgettable dark eyes.

In reality when Declan woke up the next morning in a cheap motel room of some unkempt place to stay in west Tokyo he learned that his dreams wasn't the only thing the stranger captured. The disk. The disk with the information on the latest and his first MIF operation…