Just shows you how things pan out.. from a simple desire to explore the aftermath of that fight/love scene at the end of Revelations, all this has come about. Gah and I'm supposed to be focusing on my first novel lol.
They lay in each other's arms as the last rays of the fading sun weakly lit their bodies. Jack was asleep, his breathing slow and steady as he snuggled closer to Mimi, seeking warmth from the deepening chill. Mimi was awake, her fingers moved across his flesh, gently soothing the marks she had left the previous night. In the increasing gloom, their shared bruises appeared black against the pale luminiscence of skin. Sky did not understand their relationship, of that much Mimi was certain. She couldn't understand the passion and darkness that drove them. For Sky, romance was soft kisses and tender, snatched glances. For Mimi and Jack, romance was fire and raw passion. The violence that flared between them was part and parcel of that. She shifted slightly, resting her head against his soft hair as she slowly drifted towards sleep. Maybe she should have shown Jack's bruises to Schuyler, made it more clear where the pair of them stood. To be sure, tenderness did make an appearance in their relationship but invariably they enjoyed the animalistic side of things. Her eyes closed and she felt herself floating in that space between sleep and waking. It was here, in that small fraction of time that she saw it, Paradise as she remembered it. That jewel of creation that they had rejected and still longed for.
The grace of the Almighty shrouded everything in a peace so profound that it defied description. Light danced and even the air seemed rich, more alive and wonderful. Even when they had been sent on their heinous tasks, Paradise had always welcomed them home.
A smile briefly touched her lips at the memory before sleep finally claimed her and returned the memories into dust. The last remnants of daylight faded and left the pair slumbering and comfortable in the dark.
The phone shrilled loudly, breaking the comfortable silence and Mimi started upright. The speed of her motion dislodging Jack who fell to the floor in a heap.
"Why the hell did you do that?" He moaned as he pushed himself upright.
"The phone." She answered tersely as she stretched out a hand to pick up the offending interruption to their sleep. "Force residence, Mimi Force spe.." She stopped as the voice on the other end of the line rapped out, cutting her off midsentence. The voice spoke rapidly, not giving Mimi time to answer before the line went dead. Jack stared at his sister, brow furrowing in concern as she removed the phone from her ear. As she replaced the receiver, he raised his eyebrow in query.
"That was Forsyth Llewelyn." She answered curtly. "He's calling an emergency committee meeting."
"He doesn't have the right to do that." Jack replied, fully awake as he reached down for his clothing. "Why is calling the meeting?"
"He wouldn't say. He wants us and Schuyler at the Bank in.." She stared at the wall clock, mentally working out the timeframe. "Twenty minutes time."
"I don't like it." Jack reached down and dragged on his shirt.
"It's probably about Lawrence and what happened in Rio." Mimi padded naked to the door, leaving the leggings and rough t-shirt in a heap. "I'm just going to put something more suitable on."
"Well don't take forever."
Mimi turned back and smiled sweetly. "Don't worry about me brother dear. You on the other hand should put a comb through your hair. You look as you've had a nasty encounter with a wall socket." She headed into the hall and towards the stairs. "And you'd better get Van Allen on the phone... She's got to be there as well."
Jack sighed and reached into his pocket. He was sure that he was the last person that Schuyler wanted to speak to at that moment. She had been so sweet and innocent and completely oblivious to her past. Her resemblance to Gabrielle and willingness to be with him had cemented his interest. Gabrielle, the unobtainable one, had finally seemed in his grasp this cycle and he had lied to Schuyler and to himself. He did not love Gabrielle but the idea of her. He wanted that glowing light to displace the dark fear that others had for him. And Gabrielle drew him simply because he couldn't have it. Schuyler was unfortunately the reciepient of his inreachable desire to be an angel of the light. His phone showed Schuyler's number and he pressed the ring button, hoping that she wouldn't ignore it.