Disclaimer: I don't own A.T.O.M. and never will. Unfortunately. But I do own the idea of this fic and the new characters I introduced.
A/N: Ok… THIS is the long awaited chapter! I had SO much fun writing it! I hope you'll enjoy it as much.
Hostage.
Chapter Seven.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Lee pried his head away from his hands and prepared to snap something at the unlucky Mu-Team member who had just entered. To his surprise, however, he saw Sophie. In a black mini dress fitting her figure, black silk stalkings and black high-heels, her slim legs perfectly exposed. Lee gulped subconciously.
"What are you doing here?" he inquired sharply, sharper than he had wanted it to sound. Sophie, however, did not react. Instead, she glanced at him and headed towards the mini-bar.
Sophie took out the bottle of whisky and a glass. Pouring double portion into the glass and not adding any ice, she headed towards the circular sofa Lee was sitting on. Sophie put the glass on the table in front of the blonde man and sat down opposite him.
"Here," she said gesturing towards the glass, "You look like you had a bad day."
At first, Lee was taken aback. Then he lazily leaned forwards and took the glass in his hands. He looked at the dark liquid skeptically for a few moments. Then he emptied the glass in one gulp, shutting his eyes tightly and sitting as if frozen on one spot for a few seconds, as the firy liquid sipped down his throat, warming him up a bit.
With a sigh Sophie stood up, took the empty glass and headed towards the mini-bar again.
'Just wonderful!' she thought happily, 'If he got dizzy after just one glass of wine... Let's see what THIS does to him!'
Sophie came back to the table with a refilled glass and gave it to Lee.
"Am I correct to assume that they failed?" Sophie asked, sitting now almost next to Lee.
At that comment, Lee dried the glass again.
He had never been the one to drink. In fact, he had always been a very cautious man when it came down to alcohol. But right now, he felt that every drop of it released him from the depression he had slowly been sinking in.
Sophie sighed again, as Lee meaninglessly looked at the empty glass in his hands.
"They failed," he stated in a dead voice, "Again."
There was a pause, which Sophie did not dare interrupt: she knew he hadn't finished yet.
"...Why?" Lee spoke again, still watching the glass in his hand, "Why do they keep failing every time?!"
His voice was now louder and filled with rage and despair, his grip tightened around the glass, threatening to squash it.
Sophie was slightly taken aback by that sudden little outburst. But then again, she had seen this coming, hadn't she?
Sophie carefully laid one of her hands above Lee's, and with the other she pried his grip open and placed the glass on the table for safety measures. Her other hand, however, stayed in Lee's. She felt him tighten the squeeze around it, and looked at him.
He was looking back at her, his mind now completely under the influence of the alcohol, his face expressionless, but his eyes dimmed with desire. Lee looked at her for several moments, and then slowly started closing in the gap between them.
'Here goes nothing,' Sophie thought, her mind crystal clear, pulling towards him as well.
...Their lips met...
At first the kiss was soft and tender, full of uncertainty. But then it became passionate and full of desire and need, especially on Lee's account.
Sophie felt Lee's hands sneak to her neck, then they travelled to her shoulders, arms and sides.
...How they got to his room, she did not remember. Neither could she clearly remember what happened afterwards. Only emotions and feelings, pain turning into pleasure, were carved in her memory now.
Did she plan it to got this far? No, not really. But, on the other hand, what else did she expect to happen eventually?
In either case, it didn't matter now, she thought, falling asleep in the arms of the man who had become her whole world in just a matter of weeks. After all, it had all started just as a game. But now it was so much more.
"I love you, Janus," Sophie whispered falling asleep, calling the man, in whose arms she lay and whose waist she tightly embraced, by his name for the first time.
She knew he hadn't heard her, as he had probably drifted off to sleep a long time ago, and yet she said those words, because at that very moment nothing was as vivid in her mind and sole as what she felt for the man beside her.
The following morning, however, brought a lot of confusion.
The first thing Lee knew as he began to resurface from his deep slumber, was that he was warm and very comfortable, although he had no idea of how he ended up like that. He slowly started trying to recall the events of the previous day.
He clearly remembered sending the Mu-Team on a mission to Landmark City, the mission they had failed disastrously. He had yelled at them of course, they apologized, he dismissed them and then... Then what?.. Oh, right, he went to the sitting room, terribly tired and frustrated at another defeat. And then Sophie came in and made him a drink, they talked and ...
And then there was nothing. He could NOT remember what happened after. There was a gap in his memory between the moment Sophie had come in and he had fallen asleep. He didn't even know if he was in his room right now, or if he had fallen asleep on that couch in the sitting room.
As hard as he tried, Lee could not fill in the gap. He had had a drink and felt better somehow... Then something happened... Yes, something important did happen, but what was it? There were only words he had heard before falling asleep:
"I love you, Janus..."
Lee's eyes flew open. The first thing he saw was the bright yellowishly green ceiling of the room he was in. He lay still in one spot trying to figure out where that recollection had come from. Then he blinked several times and shut his eyes tightly closed again.
He suddenly began to realize a few things about his current position. First, he was in a warm bed with silk sheets all around. Second, he was naked. (Ok, THAT was confusing!) And third, he could feel the touch of a smooth, yet alien skin against his own.
Lee opened his eyes again and looked to his left. He WAS in his bed, alright. But there, beside him, lay Sophie, embracing his waist, her head on his shoulder, and his own arm protectively wrapped around her.
Lee stared at the girl in his arms for a few moments. She was so beautiful, young and innocent... Her hair, her face, her skin, her body...
And then memories hit Janus Lee like a wall of bricks. Memories of the previous night.
He had drunk, a lot too much in fact, and the alcohol weakened his self control. He had been infatuated with Sophie before, but being a rational man he had always been, he managed to persuade himself that there could never have been anything between them. Under the influence of the alcohol, however, all his rationality had disappeared in a thin air. He gave in to his deepest desires, and now he would have to deal with consequences.
Lee let out a deep groan, closing his eyes again.
'What've I done?..'
To make things worse, he suddenly remembered tears escape Sophie's eyes at one point: he had been her first.
At that moment he felt the girl in his arms stir.
As sleep had finally let go of her, Sophie inhaled the pleasant smell, HIS smell. She smiled contentedly, snuggling closer to him. A few moments later, she felt someone rubbing her shoulder slightly, a sign that he had woken up as well. Grudgingly, Sophie opened her eyes and looked up at the face of her lover. He was staring back at her, or rather in thin air.
It took Lee several moments to realize that Sophie was awake and looking at him. His eyes focused on her. She smiled.
"Good morning."
That was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. Lee looked at her with his mismatched eyes, studying her careless and happy face.
'How's that even possible?..'
He continued to look at her. She was so gorgeous, and he had corrupted that beauty, unlawfully stole her innocence...
Sophie watched Lee's face. He hadn't said a word so far, and there was some kind of an inner battle going on inside of him, she could tell from the expression on his face. He closed his eyes, and then suddenly sat up, burying his face in his hands. His head was pounding from yesterday's drinks, but that was the least of his worries right now.
Sophie looked at him, worried. She too sat up, holding the silk sheets to her chest with her right hand and placing her left one on Lee's shoulder.
"What is it?" she asked softly.
Lee sat with his face in his hands for a few more minutes.
"I... I'm so sorry... Sophie... We, I... I shouldn't have... I'm sorry..." he couldn't even look in her face, the shame of the night's dirty deed was strangling him.
"I'm not," Sophie suddenly interrupted him. At this point Lee was so surprised, that he turned to her sharply with a look of utter shock written all over his face.
He was somehow expecting to see pain, offence and hate on her face, but not the kindness and happiness it was shining with now.
"I love you, Janus," she repeated the words from the night before. And as if to prove it, she leaned forwards and kissed him.
Lee did not expect any of this, to say the least. His eyes widened a fraction, as he felt Sophie's lips on his own. He did not respond at first, but as the kiss deepened, he gave in to the incredible feeling of flight.
As they parted, Sophie looked at Lee again. She could still see doubt and something close to fear in his eyes, but she knew she had won this one. She smiled and playfully pulled her captor back down.
A/N: (ducks away from the flying stones) Don't kill me! PLEASE! Just… uhm… A review maybe?...