The Bubble Violating Kiss

One moment The Jackal had been reassuring his now somewhat friend Maxie that finding Georgie's killer was very important to him, and the next minute his bubble had been shattered by the sweetest pair of lips he had never wanted to taste.

Being stuck in a car with Maxie Jones was not exactly Spinelli's dictionary depiction of fun, and while he had imagined the night ending with both of them being pushed to the point of killing one another, he had never thought the night would entail a kiss that would change everything.

He had been talking, and she had just grabbed him without any warning and planted her lips on his. At this point Spinelli would've been reassuring himself that he was having a complete break from reality if his brain had been able to work at all.

Maxie's lips tasted like cinnamon as they worked over his. They were as soft as a spring breeze, but they were moving and taking. Spinelli's hand rose without any thought, his fingers itching to get lost in her hair. However he didn't move, afraid to touch her or to give her any reason to stop, and his hand ended up grabbing at his beanie.

It seemed as if he had arrived, where he did not know, but he had arrived. He hadn't even known he was on a journey, and he hadn't known he had been waiting, but something told him that he was here now. Part of him wanted to go back to before he had the knowledge of her kiss and power, but a much bigger part knew there would be no going back. Just as he decided to enjoy the moment and his lips cautiously began to dance with hers, she pushed off of him.

"Uh. Yes, Officer?" Maxie questioned looking out her window.

Spinelli's brain scrambled to process what had just happened. The kiss that was too good to be true was in fact too good to be true. It was a sham, a ruse, a trick. Blinking dumbly Spinelli watched as Maxie talked to the Officer.

"What're you kids up to?" Officer Obvious questioned, flashing his too bright light in Spinelli's starstruck eyes.

"We were just... discussing our homework," Maxie said with a girlish laugh.

"Uh," Spinelli stuttered, knowing it was time to play his part. "F-fuh-fundamental forces. Gravitation. The, uhm, attractive influence that all objects have on each other..." Spinelli's brain shut down and went to a place where he could no longer feel the embarrassment of this moment, though he was horribly aware he was still speaking.

"Get home safely," the Officer said and the bright light went away.

"Rest assured, Keeper Of The Night," Spinelli said and finally the cop left them alone.

"Well, that was a break. Had that been a cop that knew me, he would've had so many questions," Maxie said completely ignoring the fact that she had turned his world, and maybe even the whole universe upside down with her actions. "What's your problem?"

"Have, have, have you been partaking of medicinal herb?" Spinelli stuttered out. "You, you violated my... bubble."

The argument carried on, and Spinelli had to admit his heart wasn't really in it when every so often he could taste cinnamon. She insisted that she had just saved them from being found out, and Spinelli was trying to get over the feeling of being used so... thoroughly, and enjoying it.

Soon the conversation faded and Spinelli tried to retreat into a fantasy world where everything would make sense again. In his mind he pictured himself standing under a street lamp, and that's when she came. Maxie. The fog twirled around her, and the low gleam of the light reflected off her face beautifully. Spinelli quickly shook himself back to reality, disgusted with himself.

She had violated his bubble all right, and now there was no place left to hide.