So I'm FINALLY posting this. Hope you enjoy part two. I'd really enjoy the feedback. Oh, and just so you know, this is the end. There is no part 3 lol.
Stranger- Part 2, Shadow
Some idiot had been tailing her for the better part of an hour, and it was really starting to piss her off.
Ugh, she was so not in the mood for this today.
A thought flitted across the back of her mind, but she shoved it aside. He wouldn't… and besides, wouldn't he be in jail? Anyway, it didn't matter. Since she had walked out on him three days ago, she hadn't seen him at all, she had entirely zero interest in seeing the jerk. If she never saw him again, it would be too soon.
Minutes passed, and the feeling diminished slightly.
Megan stopped by a store window and paused, eyeing a pair of black boots. Bad idea. Almost instantly a figure that had melted back into the crowd stepped into the light. She felt one hand- warm and huge- on the small of her back, another fell possessively on her forearm, and an intimidating presence at her side. "Let's walk," Colby growled in her ear, brushing it ever so lightly with his lips as they formed the words.
That made her abso-freaking-lutely shudder.
So, she reluctantly let him propel her along, all the while trying not to be aware of the fact that his breath kept grazing the side of her neck, sending tingles down her spine.
In what she was sure had to have been forever (and quite possibly longer), they had reached her apartment; she was smiling and saying hello to her neighbours like nothing was out of order, then she was hitting the stairs at a dead run when they rounded an empty corridor.
Pulse racing, she fumbled with her key and- thank god- slid it neatly into the lock without a lot of trouble. Hearing footsteps behind her, she threw open her door and expelled the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. Or, rather, she half-did, because at that point Colby had recovered from his initial shock, caught up to her, squeezed through the door she'd leaned against, and was pinning her up against it- when the hell had it closed?- and was currently launching a fierce and (grudgingly) welcome attack on her mouth.
Contrary to his first attempt at kissing her- soft, gentle, slow- she could feel that she was on the receiving end of an inexplicable display of anger, transmitted in the only way he knew she would understand.
Passion… fuelled by rage.
A warm feeling pooled in her abdomen at the touch of his fingers threading through her hair to the back of her head, urging her body closer to his. Ahhh, god, she was truly dying… and this was such a bad idea… dammit, why did her body have to insist on reacting this way? She groaned. Whether it came out as a good groan or a bad one, she had no clue, but it was really starting to not matter one bit…
Her hands were trapped against his chest.
Instead of squirming, which wouldn't help her at all considering Colby's tremendous size, she tentatively spread her hands, feeling the muscles constrict and move beneath her fingertips and the thin blue t-shirt he'd donned that morning.
Finally he yanked his head back, breathing hard and not bothering to try and hide it. His eyes, which looked blue because of the shirt, were slightly glazed over. A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he watched her. Lips pursed, creating the appearance of annoyance, but eyes as glassy as his and flushed cheeks. A beat of silence went by.
She slapped him. Hard.
"What the hell was that?"
Damn, his cheek stung.
"That," he said, mildly irritated but still smirking, "was something I've wanted to do since David walked in on us that morning."
Her eyes blazed. "You sonofabitch. What makes you think you can waltz up to me and- forget it. Get out." She straightened with surprising strength. "Now."
"Dammit, Colby, you just don't get it, do you? You're a goddamned spy. You betrayed the shit out of everyone; you played me like a children's game… you should have left well enough alone."
He stared at her bitterly. "You hate me that much."
"No." She shook her head. Half-laughed. "I just don't trust you."
"Uh, need I remind you, Miss High and Mighty, you weren't exactly passive just then," he smirked again. "In fact, you seemed to be…"
Damn the man, he was infuriating! Megan scowled, and was once again shell-shocked at the personality change. Gone was the funny, goofy, slightly unprofessional Colby Granger she had once worked with. He was replaced with an indifferent, sarcastic, aggressive stranger.
"And Megan… no guy agrees notto have sex."
"Meanwhile, back in the parking lot…?"
"You're dying to ask, aren't you?" "No."
"Krav-Maga at the Y?"
"Smile for me," he commanded softly, and without conscious thought, she did. She missed Colby. The real Colby.
Anger filled her veins, not for the first time.
"I fucking fell for you, Colby!" She yelled, surprising him. "I did! Dammit!"
He was quiet. "And now?"
"I hate you," she choked out miserably, wrapping her arms around herself in a protective barrier. After a moment, she lifted her eyes to meet his. Gazes locked on and wouldn't let go, just wouldn't… let… go…
The second time his lips collided with hers, she didn't resist.
Tears evaporated and passion returned as bodies melded and fought for control. Rapid breathing was the only sound to be heard as he kissed her ardently, urgently, as though he couldn't get enough. And he couldn't. His hands kept skittering over her arms, her face, her neck. When they slid up her back, she crumbled into his arms. He carried her over to the couch, and it was the tenderness in his actions that brought on the next flow of tears.
Carefully, meticulously, he peeled off her jacket, removed the pins that held her hair in place.
Then he hugged her.
"I'm sorry," was whispered into her ear, and she clung to him, her lifeline.
He made love to her that night, long and slow. She fell asleep in the warmth of his welcome embrace.
When she woke up the next morning, he was gone.
- Finis -