Honeysuckle in late August, warmed by the sun, sticky sweet; the flavor of Chloe's lips intoxicates Jason, his hand working beneath the back of her shirt. Gun oil and musk; she feels the throbbing pulse of his heart as she nuzzles his neck, hand on his belt.
She bites his shoulder, hard enough to snap his eyes wide. He gasps, taking in a cool breathe, the noise of the city thirty stories below momentarily crashing into his consciousness. Streetlights, traffic, shops, all flow together in a glittering tableau, far brighter than the stars above the rooftop they stand on.
Twenty four hours ago they barely knew each other beyond a name, given to them by someone else. Twenty four hours changes everything.
He catches her with his eyes as she walks through the door of the restaurant. She has a rugged beauty, far from porcelain doll but not junkyard dog either. Someone that can hold there own enough, that it was hard to show up and ask for help. When he got the call this morning, they told him she was in trouble, he could see that as well.
She turns once around, measuring the crowd before finding him. She smiles, faint as if they are old friends, not a name on a piece of paper slipped to her by a housekeeper. Shoulders back portraying confidence, he knows is false, she crosses to his table taking the seat across from him.
"Hello. Are you..."
"Jason. And you are Chloe. "
"You need help."
Dirt and pebbles burst into the air, chaotic clouds born on fierce wind washed by the prop of a helicopter roaring over the edge of the rooftop. A spotlight engulfs the couple entwined in each other, clothes akimbo, washing them white. Jason feels Chloe coil tight into him
"Step away from the girl," a disembodied voice bellows over a loud speaker from within the light.
Her blue eyes bore into his, pleading, then turn to steel as she spins away from him, slipping the gun from its place at the small of his back, swinging it toward the blinding light, pulling the trigger again and again.
Bullets slam the rear panel on the drivers side and when Jason feels the tires regain traction he releases the horses to do their job, accelerating away from the men that had been waiting on them. They knew where Chloe would retreat to for safety, time to get creative. First he needs answers.
"Why do these men want you so bad?" he asks the quivering woman in the passenger seat, slipping quickly over the edge of her sanity, "and I don't believe your story about taking money. These guys are really trying to put us down. Who did you piss off? And how?"
She tells him and everything goes from bad to worse
Chloe looks at the gun raised toward the helicopter, pulling the trigger continuously even though nothing is happening. Looking at Jason, his arms out in an open handed shrug as if to say 'sorry' before retrieving another gun from within his casual sport coat.
"It had to be this way, otherwise you might have hurt..."
"You bastard!" she screams, covering the short distance between them, raking his face with her nails. Droplets of blood patter like raindrops on the roof, collecting dust as the helicopter lands.
"He raped me," she explains, "and when he found out I was pregnant, he sent his men to retrieve me."
"He wants a son, an heir. His wife is unable to," she chokes on the remaining words.
"Ok, we wont last long in the car. They are probably converging on our location as we speak, but I have an idea."
"United States Secret Service, put your hands on your head!" the men scream over the howl of the still spinning blades of the helicopter, as it settles on the roof and they disembark surrounding Jason and Chloe.
"Hey, take it easy. I brought her in like I said I would," Jason barks back at them.
Pain amd anger snarl Chloe's face as she realises the depth of her betrayal by the man who was supposed to be helping her. By the man a few minutes ago with whom she had been making out with, convinced that they might actually get away. She sends spittle across his face as they haul her toward the helicopter.
"Can I get a ride back?" Jason asks the Agent in Charge.
"Sure, since you brought her in," the silver haired man chuckles, "and I will let you be the one that tells the President you were making out with his cousin."
Climbing aboard the helicopter, Jason smirks, "I think we both know she is not his cousin," and hands move quickly toward holstered weapons. Well passed the time for just shooting the breeze.
This is a 10DOM entry.