Drabble: Fortune Telling
Dexter's Plan, Part 3
Disclaimer: Actually, yes, these characters do belong to me, as I created them and have nurtured them to life. Though at one point I in fact killed Michele. But nevermind that now. And I promise to give these better titles at some point.
He smiled at her, though she could no longer see it, and increased their velocity. For a moment, he soared past his intended mark, just for the thrill of shooting into the open air. The hairs on his neck bristled under the icy wind, and when combined with the warmth of her pressed against his front, the effect was glorious.
"I know what you're trying to do, Dexter," Michele said, eyes dutifully closed.
"Oh? Taken up fortune telling, have you?"
"It never crossed your mind to simply apologize?"
"Have you ever known me to do things simply?"
She sighed rather than answer again, and let him continue on his way. He was moving much faster than she was used to, and, despite not being able to see, Michele's throat dropped into her stomach at the thought of being so high. Yes, she was immortal now, and yet...
There was solid ground beneath her feet again, though the wind had not lessened. Dexter's fingers were against her cheek, pulling away the strands of hair that were circling there. He put his hands on her shoulders and walked around behind her, never losing touch. As he moved, her final buffer against the elements was gone, and the full power of the San Francisco winter assaulted her. She sucked in a shallow breath, out of air for a moment, and desperate to know where he'd taken her.
He trailed his hands down to her wrists and held them at her sides.
"I am sorry, pet," came his low, liquid voice in her ear. "Let me show you something beautiful. Open your eyes."
Disclaimer: Actually, yes, these characters do belong to me, as I created them and have nurtured them to life. Though at one point I in fact killed Michele. But nevermind that now. And I promise to give these better titles at some point.
He smiled at her, though she could no longer see it, and increased their velocity. For a moment, he soared past his intended mark, just for the thrill of shooting into the open air. The hairs on his neck bristled under the icy wind, and when combined with the warmth of her pressed against his front, the effect was glorious.
"I know what you're trying to do, Dexter," Michele said, eyes dutifully closed.
"Oh? Taken up fortune telling, have you?"
"It never crossed your mind to simply apologize?"
"Have you ever known me to do things simply?"
She sighed rather than answer again, and let him continue on his way. He was moving much faster than she was used to, and, despite not being able to see, Michele's throat dropped into her stomach at the thought of being so high. Yes, she was immortal now, and yet...
There was solid ground beneath her feet again, though the wind had not lessened. Dexter's fingers were against her cheek, pulling away the strands of hair that were circling there. He put his hands on her shoulders and walked around behind her, never losing touch. As he moved, her final buffer against the elements was gone, and the full power of the San Francisco winter assaulted her. She sucked in a shallow breath, out of air for a moment, and desperate to know where he'd taken her.
He trailed his hands down to her wrists and held them at her sides.
"I am sorry, pet," came his low, liquid voice in her ear. "Let me show you something beautiful. Open your eyes."