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Semi-Precious Stones - 5. The coming storm 5. The coming storm They sat in an electric silence, swallowed by shadows and the car’s interior darkness. She sensed the crackle of a nascent storm within the confined space: an atmospheric pressure existing only in the void between them. Outside the night was clear. She craved the breaking of the thunder that must surely erupt and consume them both: she yearned for him to make it so. The orange glow of streetlighting cast ungodly halos over the roofs of the empty buildings that shielded them from the street. Knight swallowed deep the urges burning his throat and focussed instead on the car<b> parked </font></b>by the door from which they had made their hand-in-hand escape. He took a pen and paper from his pocket and noted the registration, but even in the darkness could sense the unfamiliar tensions in the ink marks created. She stared out of the side window with her head turned away so only the shimmering iridescent blackness of her hair addressed him, though in stolen glances he could see her pale face framed by dark locks reflected in the glass. Finally, he broke the thickening silence. “You know who they are, don’t you?” he said, though expected no answer. She maintained her silent meditation. “Why did you come here?” he said, without turning to face her. “What did you think you would find?” They sat for a while in a white noise of silence. “I have to go,” she said at last, her hand darting for the handle of the door as if primed on a trigger. Her voice was hushed and small, tender. She sounded more fragile, more broken. He had replayed that voice over and over in his head. “Wait,” he said. A shiver ran through her as his hand pressed lightly her arm. There was strength in his touch. She felt the power in his fingertips through the insulation of her jacket and her man drifted back for an instant to the safety of his arms. She glanced at his hand, his fingers on the cuff of her jacket. In the neon glow she could see how close he was to her skin. She fought the desire to move just a fraction so she might feel his warmth on her flesh. She held herself, resisted the impulse and turned to face him, but saw that he was peering towards the shadow black doorway. “They’re coming out,” he said. Two figures emerged from the building. Jade recognised them both but kept her silent counsel. “You know who they are, don’t you?” he whispered. She sank into her seat. His fingers slipped around her wrist and squeezed her firmly, but with more tenderness than menace. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts swim in the pressure on her skin. “Tell me what you know,” he said. “I, I can’t,” she stammered through a sigh. Her body squirmed as his fingers tightened on the exposed flesh where her pulse began to quicken. They slipped back into silence as the second car roared into life and pulled away, oblivious to their presence. All that mattered to her was his hold of her. She wished that it might never end. “Tell me what you know,” he said again. A soft moan escaped her parted lips. He saw that her eyes were closed. He could hear her breathing; see the steady rise and fall of her breasts in the dim light. “Jade?” he said to break her from her spell but kept her wrist in his grasp. A heartbeat passed, then two, then three. “I have to go,” she said. “Tell me,” he told her. “I can’t,” she said at last. She looked at the strong hand wrapped around her wrist. She reached out and brushed her fingers over the hardness of his knuckles but made no effort to excuse herself from his grip. She turned away again and stared out of the side window. “I’m frightened,” she said at last. “I can protect you.” “No,” she said. “I can protect you,” he repeated. “Not from myself.” His fingers loosened, she slid free of him and out the door. He watched her disappear into the night, slinking into shadows where she could, aware there would be little use in following. Once she was gone, he closed his eyes and raised his hand to his face, savouring the remnant of her scent. When at last he was filled with her he touched the pocket of his coat and felt the object he had found on the upper floor of the warehouse before she had arrived. He knew the men had been there to find it. Knight turned the key in the ignition. He had what he had come for. He was glad to have found much more. |
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Beautifully written ,I love this . You have created an electric atmostphere ,all sences engaged ,lovely .
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