It was midnight. The moonlight dripped across the grass, shading the once green blades silver. The sky was clear- the stars were out. Her breath came quickly, but not from exhaustion.
As she walked across the field, she felt the urge to run, to move faster, almost as if she was being chased, but she was not, and she knew it. The only thing behind her was her own nervousness, her own fear. She sprinted, letting the wind flow around her body and snap her hair behind her. She felt free, her long blonde hair flowing, and knew that tonight many questions would be asked, maybe even answered.
It had all started almost three months ago, when she had caught his eye while getting her morning hot chocolate. He was tall, taller than her, and she had memorized every feature of his face and body. He was sleek, well muscled, thin but not angular- the long arms that would enfold her in a gentle hug, his tapered fingers and lithe hands, how he would smile, and that's all she would need to laugh- all this, and so much more. She was drawn to his eyes, how deep and honest they were, so thoughtful, and still sparkling with some hidden dreams of mischief, like he hadn't quite forgotten his childhood. When she caught him looking at her, he had an artist's look on his face, a desire to capture that which he saw in the immortality of canvas and paints. Over the weeks she had gotten to know him, and realized that this was wholly accurate- he was an artist, not only with lines and pencils but with words. They had spent so much time talking and laughing, sharing tastes in everything from poetry to music to life itself that she felt an intimate connection, a bond that she could scarcely understand.
And now, what was she doing? She knew he lived alone, although she had never been inside his house before. And so here she was, her car parked on some back country road, walking across a field so she could break into his house. She knew she could knock, but she wanted to surprise him, and so when he signed off for the night, she left her house and began the drive out to his. Shivering- it wasn't a cold night out- she approached the massive structure majestic even against the mountains. She opened the gate and closed it quietly, creeping across his yard lest she awaken his dogs. She found the window he had inadvertently told her about, the broken one that he hadn't had time to replace. She pulled the cardboard off, careful not to rip it or the tape. She climbed in, dropping to the floor, and replaced the cardboard. As silently as she could, she made her way across the basement floor, taking a step and pausing, making sure nothing was moving, then continuing. She found his door, and grasped the doorknob, and, seeing that it was unlocked she smiled and let herself in.
He lay in the bed, breathing softly. By the soft light of the computer monitor, his handsome features were shadowed and almost too perfect. She could see his chest, muscled and broad, where the sheets had slipped down. Setting her pack down, she closed the door and took off her sandals. She noticed the sketches all across the floor, with notes and writing, just before she stepped on a sheet.
The crinkle, as quiet as it would have been, amplified by the darkness seemed to echo. She cursed silently, but there was no reaction from the figure on the bed. She wasn't sure what to do next, so she took off her jacket, revealing the lacy black cami she was wearing, and her favorite dark blue jeans. Stepping carefully around to the side he was facing, with a bedside table, she leaned forwards onto the bed to see if he was awake. He didn't react so she summoned up her courage and reached forward, giving in a little to desire, and traced her fingers along the outline of his neck, down across his shoulders, and-
In an instant his hands shot up, seizing her painfully by the wrists. In the blink of an eye she was flipped onto her back, struggling with her arms held above her head and a sudden ice across her neck.
"Don't Move. I have a knife at your throat." The deep growl slapped across her face, and she froze, shaking with adrenaline.
