Chapter two: SPECTER Estate Sale
"Come on." he takes her hand and leads her out of the throbbing party, but instead of making for the bank of elevators he leads her to the parking lot.
"I thought you got a room?"
"I did." he tells her and she trails him through the parking lot towards his car, he opens the passenger door for her. Shrugging she gets in and watches him walk around the car. He takes off in silence, the weight of her unasked question hanging heavy in the air between them as she twists in her seat to watch him.
He takes the airport turn off and she finally finds her voice, "so what's going on then?"
"I didn't like that hotel, so I got us a different room." he tells her and with one hand he grabs something out of the glove compartment and tosses it in her lap as he turns off the road early into a private hanger.
"This is my passport."
"Good eye."
"This is an airport."
"It sure is," he smiles at her and gets out of the car, "My girlfriend is so smart."
"You booked us a room in a different country."
He nods and basically pulls her out of the car.
"But my parents..."
"Aren't expecting you back until late tomorrow, call them after we land."
"But I don't have any clothes with me."
He must be channelling his brother because the smirk on his face is huge, "I don't see that being a problem Cindy."
"Cassidy..." She an feel the blush heat her skin, but the bottom of her stomach drops out at the look on his face.
He pulls her into his arms and starts to walk her towards the private jet, "I love when you say my name." he tells her handing their passports to an attendant and leading her onto the plane.
She sighs heavily but allows him to pull her onto the plane with little effort. It's crazy, its absolutely crazy, but when is she ever going to have another chance like this again?
She's waiting for that horrible moment when everything just falls apart, when he pulls some classic 09er bullshit and decides she's not good enough for him. But he sits next to her with a smile on his face that's just fantastic and kisses her cheek and she knows that the end is not tonight.
"I love you." She tells him and the words do something to him, it's like they grant him some sort of power, that those small three words pour a confidence into him that he was so sorely missing.
"I love you too." He responds and the jet starts it's journey towards the great unknown.
The plane lands hours later on what appears to be a private island.
Her face is glued to the window, "is this...are we...please tell me your father doesn't own this island."
There's a soft laugh behind her and Cassidy's hand is on her back, the heat of his hand against her bare skin settles the nervous energy in her gut, "He doesn't." he tells her, "I do."
She whips back to look at him, "You own an island?"
"Yeah..." he looks kind of bashful and it pulls at things in her gut, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, "Phoenix Landtrust...it's kind of a real thing." he tells her his eyes wide like he expects her to be outraged.
She unbuckles her seatbelt and standing up feels great after she's not even sure how many hours sitting down, "So where's my stock?" she reaches out her hand and his grabs onto hers immediately, unbuckling with one hand looks ridiculous but he refuses to let go of her hand, like he expects her to just disappear.
She leads him out onto the tarmac and she's suddenly having trouble breathing.
High up, built into the cliff there are large glass windows looking out over the sea, the house is built into the cliff, "Who'd you buy this place from Scaramanga?"
"Well I did find it in a S.P.E.C.T.R.E. estate sale." He tells her biting back a smile. He squeezes her hand and starts towards the cliff, "Come on you'll love this place."
The nervous edges to Cassidy have seemingly fallen off of him sometime during the flight while she wasn't looking, because there's a confidence in the way he moves that reminds her of his brother, it's a self assured kind of thing she's never really seen on him. She already loves this place because of what it seems to do to him. It's like he's untouchable here, like nothing bad could happen to him here, something he obviously didn't feel in his home.
He pulls her around a corner and through a small corridor dug right out of the cliff wall and into an elevator.
"You didn't have to do this you know." She tells him leaning against the elevator wall looking across the small space to him.
"I just wanted this to be special for you." He shrugs, his eyes on her collar bone rather than her face, his face flushing his hand rubbing nervously at the back of his neck again.
"It would have been special at The Grand or The Camelot, or the back seat of your car." She tells him the blood rushing to her face to match his, her heart hammering against her chest, "being with you is what makes it special you dope." his eyes are finally on hers again and she's sure that her entire body has forgotten what to do with itself. Her eyes wide just watching him close the small distance between them. His arms wrap around her his mouth crashing almost violently against her mouth as if he can't stand the idea of not being connected to her for a second longer.
She's not sure where the heat comes from this time but she knows she doesn't care, his knee is pushing her legs apart and he's got a hand running up her leg pulling up her dress as it goes. His mouth breaks from hers to lavish attention on her neck.
"How long is this good damn elevator?" she asks and he laughs softly against her throat. Her hands are on his belt again and the laughter stops.
He looks over at the elevator doors, at the indicator above the door, "One more floor." he tells her and there's a breathlessness to his voice that fuels something in her. She wants him to always sound like that.
The doors finally open and Cassidy pulls her out of the elevator down a hall and into what appears to be the master bedroom. There are large windows that lead onto a balcony that over looks some lush jungle and far off water, that she has trouble seeing in the dim. She doesn't get much of a chance to look the room over anyway because Cassidy is pulling her onto the bed. He's working on her dress leaving hot wet trails down her skin from his mouth and the action pulls a soft moan from her throat.
The sound seems to echo in the room filled with just the sound of ruffling linen and soft puffs of breath. She puts her hands against her mouth quickly to stifle the sound but Cassidy is quick to grab her wrists, his fingers looping around and pulling her arms away from her mouth. His hands are a little too rough and she finds her body bucking up into him of it's own accord and the smile that spreads across Cassidy's face is predatory.
He's not at all fumbling and nervous like she'd have expected, he's slow and deliberate and something about how calculated he is about it makes her feel loved.