Streaming Smoke In The Dark Of The Night

You can smell the cigar smoke it's a warm rich smell which drifts through the air, oddly enough it always clings to her jacket and hat. Personally I've never liked the smell of cigarettes they have such a sticky pungent smell which is so off putting. Or may be it's because they are always smoked by rich men and women who are all smoke and mirrors and who are forever hiding the truths of how they feel with bravado and swagger or in the women's case glamour and manipulation. I lived that life, I went to all those parties played out that role and it never made me happy, I think I did it to keep my father happy. May be in my mind I hoped that I'd find that person of my dreams and yet I never did. Instead I found false illusions all encrusted in money and hard deals. I hated it so much towards the end and a part of me was so glad when I got the chance to jump ship and go to Macedonia.

I just never quite realized where that would take me, now here I am four years later sitting in a tent which is in the middle of a Mesoamerican city known as Teotihuacán though it's known to some as the birth place of the Aztec gods. We've been here for two weeks looking for precious artefacts, we were sent here by the American institute of Archaeology because we are the best at what we do. If only they realized that we are the best at what we do because we do it together. I guess I've become the face of our enterprise I do all the talks and give us a classic feel which draws in business. Janice does what she does best she finds what we are looking for in anyway possible. I'm not going to lie there is collateral damage when it comes to those who mess her around but they should know better she has a short temper and she's impatient sometimes.

I slowly put down my pen as I push my low pony tail back, I have learnt so much from her more than I could have ever dreamed. She knows the world she can show you things you could never envision in your wildest dreams. There's always a heap of adventure along the way yes it's dangerous but I've leant to love it I look down at my trousers. I've also learnt that I should ware trousers in the field although I won't go in to that its better left for another day. I look up fully seeing her push her hat down as she puts her heavy boots on the table while breathing in her cigar which gives the tent that warm Cuban smell that ignites all my senses. She's bored I can feel it even from here, but that's Janice she hates paper work and cataloguing, it's just not her thing.

People who condemn Janice Covington as being a bitch are wrong as are those who give her a hard time because she isn't well mannered. They don't know what she's truly like and that under that hard front she has a very gentle and tender side. I think she sometimes puts up this hard side because she does not want them to see that she hurts inside. She's only human after all some times people forget that because of her status as a treasure hunter who hunts in distant and dangerous lands. I stand up wiping my silk shirt down as I walk up to her watching as her deep green eyes look in to mine. I know no that they are that colour because it's an inherited gene of her great ancestor Gabrielle. I smile down at her putting my hand on her boot watching as she gives me that knowing smile moving her feet out of the way so I can sit on the table as she breathes out that rich dark rich smelling smoke.

I move my foot putting it on her lap I'm not wearing heavy boots more soft shoes. I watch as she puts down her cigar as she moves her fingers running them very gently down my ankle. I lean over I'm probably the only person who can do this and get away with it, I think any one else would get hurt. After all Janice's hat is prized to her as it was her grandfather's it's why she's so possessive of it. I reach out slowly easing it off her head and putting it down next to me very carefully. I turn back enjoying the sight of all that red hair which is long and tailed back. I move of the table so I'm standing close to her I might be taller than she is but I don't have her threatening status and I prefer it that way. I lean closer seeing that now I have a fully attention I use my fingers to carefully open her gun belt, I watch as it comes free I always prefer this part to be opened first because believe you and me a M1917 revolver is not always pleasant when it's in the wrong place. I move one of my hands under her shirt hearing the sharp intake of breath.

I eased up the other up to her hair easing the pony tail free watching as the long red hair spills downs like a sea. She is so damn beautiful and she doesn't even fathom it, she always shrugs it off or shakes her head. I move my hand through this long red hair enjoying the feel as I move my hand further under her shirt. I can see her forcing her over jacket off as I lean forward meeting her lips I hear her smack the stool opposite with her heavy boot. People in my social class have told me that my relationship as they always put it is wrong. My view is that they can shove it up their ass, some of them have done similar things behind closed doors its just they don't talk about it. We have enough money any way that we can move where ever we please and we will once the war is over. I stop the kiss moving back slightly as I start to unbuttoning her shirt then lean forward meeting her lips again. I can feel her hands running down my back. It's true we haven't said any words but do we really need to we know the truth and it is that simple we love each other and that at the end of the day is all that matters wouldn't you agree?

Silvermoonlight

This was going to be a second end scene for my story As The Winged Serpent Rises, in the paragraph following this after both Janice and Mel had gone back to work Huitzilopochtli was going to appear and watch Janice sort of implying a spin off story. In which he mistakes Janice as Gabrielle's re incarnation and try to pursue her again romantically sadly this story never made it to paper as I could never work a story line around it. I was also leaning more towards writing the story with Empress and Werewolf Gabrielle at the time and picked that instead.