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Crossed Paths	By : ILikeCake Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill Views: 2300 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: I'm sure everyone is already sick to death of the Silent Hill characters from the older games, but there's far too much potential there for me to ignore. I'll always enjoy writing about them. It's an addiction I have. A big thank you to everyone who's left positive feedback on my other stories! I'd take the negative feedback as well, but hardly anyone bothers to write actual reviews anymore. :(
This is my interpretation of a story an old Silent Hill friend wanted to co-write with me. It's something of an odd pairing for this series, but the idea has been driving me crazy for years now and it's nice to finally get some of it down into words. Thanks for the love so far, guys! ;)

A pile of clothing sat crumpled against the door, almost waiting patiently for it's turn to be washed. A hiking backpack finally slid down the wall it was leaning against and plopped to the floor, spilling most of it's contents. It's owner didn't seem to notice.
The cold concrete walls and floor that enclosed the tiny bathroom were splattered with water in Heather Mason's sloppy attempt to take a bath at the sink. The lone light flickered briefly, daring to turn completely off, but the young woman was too busy trying to keep her balance that it also escaped her attention. She bounced on one foot while the other wobbled beneath the weak stream. Finally satisfied that she'd washed all the soap from her skin, her naked form bent at the waist to allow a wetting of her hair. Heather was so thankful that Douglas wasn't alive to see her now. Sneaking into public bathrooms late at night to keep herself and her effects clean. How had she let herself get to this point?
Scrubbing her clothing clean next, her mind inadvertently wandered to everyone she'd lost recently. She was devastated when her father died several years ago. For months all she could do was reminisce about being a child and sitting in his lap. Feeling his hand rake through her hair gently... She was devastated all over again when Douglas died several months ago. Every now and then, she could swear she smelled his cologne fill her nostrils. The only thing that got her through the days were memories of them cooking together and, one brave night, sharing a drunken kiss. She was certain her father would not have approved of her pseudo sexual relationship with a man even older than he. But he was gone now. Everyone Heather ever loved was gone, and there was no bringing them back...This was not the time to dwell on things already done and finished. She shook her head and forced her mind out of it's depressing journey.
The slow hum of a hair dryer echoed in the tiny space as Heather dried her laundry absentmindedly, wishing not to think of lost souls any longer. By the time she was dressed and had everything neatly folded into her backpack, she had already forgotten about her broken past. Her hand barely touched the lock to leave when a banging from the other side startled her. Her eyes grew wide and she backed away carefully, reaching into her pocket for her trusty taser. Her eyes darted back and forth as though the source of the noise would somehow materialize through the door at any second.
"Hello?" A man's muffled voice called. "Is somebody in there? The door's locked." More jingling at the knob. "Hello?"
After a few minutes, Heather realized the person on the other side wasn't going to give up. She would have to confront him. She cleared her throat bravely, "Yes. Someone's in here. I'll be out in a second."
Giving the disembodied voice the benefit of the doubt, she pocketed her weapon. Heather slowly opened the door, not knowing what to expect. The man was a head taller than she, middle-aged, and also carrying a backpack. He looked even more worn down and pathetic than her, if that were indeed possible. Something about her appearance surprised him, though he did a good job hiding it after he realized his mouth was agape. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to rush you," he tried, looking into her eyes. His voice was rather soft for a man in presumably bad circumstances.
"No, you're fine. I guess we're just lucky it's still unlocked this late." Heather played with her pack straps nonchalantly instead of hurrying to her car as logic dictated, unsure why she was engaging the stranger in conversation.
"Yeah, I've heard the rangers around here don't really pull their weight," he laughed slightly. His head turned to the parking lot. "I saw that car parked over there for the longest time. Is it yours?" He suddenly seemed anxious about something, but Heather was having a hard time reading him.
"Yes, It's mine now. It used to belong to a close friend, but he passed away recently."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that," he said sincerely, eyeing her back pack. Heather recognized that look; this man was sizing her up. "It seems like we're both trying to escape something."
Heather nodded slightly. "Yep. I need to get as far away from my past as possible," she agreed. "What's your story?"
The man shifted his weight nervously. "To tell you the truth, my wife died a while back and it's turned my life upside down. I don't exactly have the best credit or anything, so I'm trying to.... stay under the radar." He extended his hand. "My name is James, by the way."
The pair shared a warm handshake. "I'm Heather."
"So, Heather, where are you headed?"
"Anywhere there's work. I've been heading south so far."
"Really?" he smiled. "I hate to put you out," James started nervously, "but is there any way I could convince you to give me a ride? I can give you gas money. I just need to get closer to the border."
She studied him for a moment, assessing the situation before responding. A sparkle slowly formed in Heather's eyes as she considered his proposal. She finally licked her lips, and gestured towards the door. "You were getting ready to go in there and do the same thing I just did, weren't you?"
James pointedly looked at her wet hair to confirm his understanding of the question. "Yes," he stated honestly.
"Let me watch."
James tried to stop his eyebrows from raising in surprise, but failed.
A few minutes later he was standing at the splattered sink, removing his shirt. Heather leaned against the door next to both of their backpacks and watched with a blank expression on her face. When James reached for his belt, Heather spoke. "No. Slowly."
James stopped to let the words register. He looked over at her with the barest hint of a grin on his face. "You're having a little bit too much fun with this, aren't you?"
"Do it," she answered evenly, barely hiding a smile.
Out of all the strange requests that had been thrown his way since he'd been traveling, this was the easiest one to comply with. After deciding she wasn't going to run off with his stuff, James turned and intensely stared Heather down as he slowly and smoothly removed the rest of his clothing. If this is what he had to do to earn his ride, he was going to make sure he performed well. He could tell from her expression that she was torn between enjoying the strip tease and disliking him playing along with the game she'd started. She seemed to get off on being in the dominant role, and right now he was having the larger effect.
James stopped again, as if waiting for her to give him permission to proceed. Heather admired the view for a moment, letting her gaze hover over his middle for longer than she intended. "Ok. Get clean," she finally said with a faux dismissive tone. He turned to the sink and started creating suds with his pitiful sliver of soap. He felt Heather's eyes burning into him as he drew the foam across every inch of his skin, trying a tad too hard to seem nonchalant. More than once Heather thought she caught him flexing his arm. She felt a tingling in her loins as he progressed, taking in the way he moved and the way his skin glistened with bubbles. Every muscle on his frame was hard and lean. James certainly wasn't the least attractive man she'd ever been alone with.
He ran a wet bath towel over himself to rinse off, and Heather finally moved towards him. She quietly removed it from his hand and took over the chore for him. James dropped his hands to his sides and stared straight ahead, not allowing himself to move unless he was ordered to. More than once he pondered asking Heather why she was doing this, if it were a sexual thing or not, but thought better of it. As long as they were both getting what they wanted, why didn't really matter. He pretended not to notice when she let herself exhale onto his wet skin, but the goose bumps that formed along his shoulders gave Heather all the confirmation she needed. In the moments that followed, the only sound was hushed breathing and running water.
After drying James off and wrapping a towel around his waste, she took her place against the door once more and watched him clean his clothing. "How far are you going to be able to take me?" James finally asked flatly. He was certainly the down-to-business type, Heather reasoned.
"I don't really have a destination picked out," she answered, yawning. "I'll take you straight into Mexico if you want me to."
James's eyes lit up. "That won't be necessary. But thank you." Feeling an obligation to make small talk, he continued. "Why are you on the road? Don't you have any family?"
"No. You?"
"No." James sighed. "There was a girl my wife wanted to adopt, but I'll never be stable enough to take her at this rate." His tone dipped darker than Heather expected. She tried to change the subject.
"Where have you been sleeping?"
James looked up, wide eyed. "Anywhere I won't get stabbed," he stated dramatically. Perhaps the nature of their individual situations was in poor taste considering how long they'd known each other.
Heather nodded sympathetically, breaking eye contact. "Yeah. My back seat isn't that comfortable either-" The remainder of the sentence was drown out by the hair dryer. For someone in his position, James seemed the sensitive type.

James woke the next morning to sunlight creeping it's way under his eyelids.
It took him a moment to remember that he'd fallen asleep in Heather's back seat with his back pack propped up under his head. They'd parked off the road to avoid being seen. A quick glance into the front seat revealed that his pretty chaffer was still fast asleep.
After remembering where he was and what was happening, James gently closed the door and found a spot in the woods to relieve himself. Dry dirt crunched under his feet as he opened the front passenger door, and quietly shook at Heather's ankle. She was a fairly heavy sleeper, apparently. "You awake, kiddo?" he whispered. Nothing. "Hey?" James shook harder.
Heather finally moaned and stretched, with a smile on her face. "Good morning," she said cheerfully.
James smiled back. "We better get going. You awake?"
"I'm-" Heather cocked her head to the side contemplatively. "-Hungry!"
A half hour later, they sat across from each other in a booth, eating pancakes.
James was shocked at how much food Heather could eat for such a tiny girl. A drop of syrup shined in the corner of her mouth as she downed forkful after forkful of empty carbs. James grabbed a napkin and placed it to her lips between bites. She continued eating, seemingly unaware that she was in need of a wipe down. "It's a shame your family isn't around," he mentioned coyly. "You seem like you need someone to take care of you."
The slightest bit of annoyance crossed her tone. "I promise you I can take of myself."
James smiled. "You almost done yet? I'll pay," he offered.
"You don't have to do that. You already paid for your ride," she winked and took her last bite.
"No, I insist."
After that the countryside was quickly rushing by the window as James breathed in a new day. He looked at Heather for a moment, focused on the road with messy hair sticking to her neck. Her gaze was far away and blank. James's eyes darted from the floorboard then back up to Heather a few times, as he tried to think of something to say to break the awkward silence. The idea to turn on the radio struck him, but he doubted he and Heather enjoyed the same music. James put one hand on his knee and pretended to fix his hair with the other. Heather was the one to finally speak. "Say it," she suddenly mentioned with a sigh.
His eyes widened in confusion. "Say what?"
"Whatever's on your mind. You look as uptight as a whore on dollar day."
James barely laughed. "I've...never really been good at making conversation with people I don't know."
The phrase made Heather contemplative. "I don't think anyone in this world really knows anyone else," she quipped. She popped her knuckles against her thighs and returned both hands to the wheel. "Everyone always has a few sick little secrets. Everyone's always just out for themselves."
James's mouth twisted up in thought. "That's the coldest assessment of humanity I've ever heard. How did you get so jaded?"
Heather shrugged. "I just tell it like it is."
"Fair enough." James raised an eyebrow. "What sick little secrets do you have?"
'Me? I like to watch strangers bathe..." She punctuated the sentence with a wry smile. James looked out the window to hide his blushing, and Heather made a mental note that he must be incredibly prude for someone his age. It was going to be a long trip if she didn't try to loosen him up. "I'm pretty.....mellow. I don't really have a lot of secrets. The secrets I do have, you wouldn't believe anyhow." There was a ringing silence for a few minutes. "Do you have a lot of secrets, James?"
He exhaled sharply. "Nothing interesting," he lied. "Nothing you would believe either."
She couldn't hide her amusement. "You? Oh, please! What could you have done? You kill someone?" Heather joked. The uncomfortable way James shifted his weight at hearing that made her quickly change the subject. She tried not to laugh at the thought of James being a dangerous man. "What are you going to do once you make it near the border?"
"Find work and make money," James cleared his throat. "I figured it would be easier to get paid under the table down there. With all the illegals and all."
Heather thought better of making further social commentary at that remark. "You don't have to live off the radar forever. You could settle down again. Nobody's credit is that bad."
"How do you know I don't just like living this way?"
"Because nobody ever lives this way by choice," she answered as she turned onto the exit.
Unable to defend himself, James finally turned on the radio. "Where are we going?You're heading east."
"We're going to the beach."

After a much needed side trip in Galveston to purchase new bathing suits and get directions, the pair were on their way to the ocean. The journey was mostly silence coupled with the occasional stray comment about past vacations and random childhood memories. James found out along the way that this would only be Heather's third visit to a beach in her entire life. At first James was anxious to get closer to Mexico, but as the day progressed, he yearned for some innocent fun. He hadn't gone swimming since his honeymoon.
They arrived later than they intended, only an hour before sunset. After locking their things in Heather's car and changing, they immediately jumped into the water like a couple of children. James would intermittently dive under the water and brush against Heather's legs, making her scream as though a shark were about to attack. He would surface laughing, and Heather would splash him in mock anger. The two young boys that were previously content to play on the large rock formation nearby eventually joined in the game as their parents laughed from the shore. It was the most carefree afternoon anyone could hope for in hard times. After the vivid crimson in the sky slowly darkened to black, the beach emptied as stars appeared overhead. Save for James and Heather, the playful boys were the last to leave. One of them turned a last time to enthusiastically wave good bey, then caught up with his family behind the haze of tall lights that lined the boardwalk. James watched him until he disappeared. "I think that younger one had a crush on you," he teased.
"He wouldn't know what to do with me," Heather responded evenly. She gently pushed herself backwards onto the water and floated.
James inhaled the salty air deeply and did a once over of the empty area. "We're the only ones still here."
Heather gazed up at the sky and watched more stars pop into view. "Is it a new moon tonight?"
"I'm not sure," he answered. "Should we leave soon? Is anyone going to come run us off?"
"Nobody cares. I don't think the beach closes. The last time I was near here, this group of hippies had a bonfire going at midnight."
James wanted to argue for a moment, but thought better of ruining the mood. "Your dad let you stay up until midnight?"
"My dad let me do a lot of things kids aren't supposed to do."
James swam over to Heather and treaded water. "Do you want to go sit on the rocks for a while?" In response, she starting swimming towards the huge cold stone that broke the smooth coastline. They found a nook to settle into and sat side by side with their legs in the water. The height and shadow of the impressive feature hid them from anyone that should happen by. "This was a good idea. It's been a while since I had a nice day like this," James offered, finally relaxing.
"Same here. It's nice to finally have someone to have fun with again." Heather suddenly seemed embarrassed by her last sentence. "You're welcome," she amended.
James nodded to himself, then swallowed hard. A sudden tense feeling filled the space between them. "How much farther west are we going to get before we part ways?" James asked suddenly. He discretely studied her face to gage her reaction, but she was unreadable.
"I don't know," Heather responded flatly, trying not sound hurt. "You might need a place to stay for a while, so I was thinking you should stick with me for another few weeks or so."
"I promise you I can take of myself," James mimicked coyly, remembering their conversation this morning. Heather rolled her eyes at his dry humor. "But maybe you're right. We've got a good thing going on here." He placed his arm around her affectionately.
"If it's not broke, don't fix it," she agreed, leaning her head against his bare chest. A cold wind whipped across the surface of the water and hit Heather's wet fact full force. She shivered the slightest bit. "Are you cold?"
Concern washed over him. "Are you?" He rubbed her arms with both hands to warm her, but Heather only giggled at the gesture.
"James, we're not in Alaska!" She moved her head to look up at him, and her face stopped mere inches from his. A pang of uncertainty formed in both their stomachs. They studied each other in the near darkness for several minutes, both suddenly aware that they were already half naked and had a reasonable expectation of privacy for the remainder of the evening.
His thumbs finally moved, delicately trailing tiny C shapes into Heather's arms to test the situation. When she didn't object, the rest of his fingers followed suit, spreading out over her skin and then pulling her torso in closer until their lips touched. Heather's tongue bravely flicked past her lips then his, followed by a delicate moan. Their bodies melded into each other easily, expressing the desire and curiosity that had been building all day. Both of them understood there was no point in fighting this.
Before either of them had the opportunity to over think it, Heather's head and upper back were braced against the stone and her legs were wrapped around James's hips. In a single motion, he'd turned and backed into the ocean with a gentle splash, and pulled down his swimming trunks. The water on this side of the rock formation came up to James's chest, and it just happened to allow the perfect mixture of weightlessness and maneuverability. Sometime during the split second it took for James to get fully hard, he'd managed to move aside the tiny strip of stretchable cloth that separated his ache from Heather's. She muffled a moan as he entered her more roughly than he intended, and did her best to offer resistance against his thrusts. Everything was happening so quickly, but Heather wasn't even about to argue. The last man she'd been with was not only poorly endowed, but also had very little animal desire for her. James was currently overshadowing that man in both respects, and the submersion was somehow increasing her sensitivity as well.
Just in case anyone had snuck onto the beach without them noticing, Heather did her best to keep quiet. But her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she nearly screamed as she shifted, causing James to start hitting her in just the right spot. Any past uncertainties Heather had about James's sexual prowess were now being corrected. The numb swirling of water around her skin and biting cool air were quickly forgotten as her focus shifty solely to the stroking inside her. She hadn't realized how badly she needed this until it was happening. And thankfully, it was much nicer than she anticipated it to be with James.
He shifted to gain deeper access. His nails dug into her hips as he began pulling Heather into each movement, somewhat thankful to be getting back at her for the mild embarrassment she'd inflicted yesterday. She pushed both of them away from the rock formation and stretched her body out into the water, head barely breaking the surface. They locked eyes, and the delicate expression on Heather's face forced James to slow down. Their buoyancy made this task far too easy, and he had every intention of taking his time. Heather slid a leg higher up his body, and the approving grunt that stopped in her throat gave James the ego boost he needed. He wondered if Heather knew how sexy she was right now; struggling to remain silent in the midst of the intensity he was obviously creating within her. He was more than happy to break her strong resolve, too. The arrogant and hardened way she defined the world and herself were now at his mercy, trembling legs and clenched eyes betraying her usual harsh exterior. The way her lower half started hungrily circling into him made him want to cum. That was it; he needed a break.
He pulled Heather off of him and backed her into the stone once more, assaulting her with kisses. Her standing height was so short she tiptoed and gently floated to return his passion, with hands frantically running over his hard frame as though his flesh could never be close enough. She pressed her body against him with a frustrated moan, desperate to get him inside her again. To respond, James slid one arm around her and lifted. Two fingers of the other hand forced their way inside her, while his thumb started circling her clit. Any objection from her immediately ceased. His face nuzzled at Heather's neck, soaking in the salty sweet aroma. He grabbed her ass and held her tightly, smiling into her skin at her hushed responses. Doing this to her was almost painful. Her intense reactions were making his sensitive cock throb harder by the minute. A hard, cool breath curling around Heather's chest made her claw at James's shoulder and call out. She moved, ever so slightly, into the motion of his hand, close enough to climax that she ached. She helplessly bit her bottom lip and whimpered as the sensation took hold, draining all the energy from her legs and warming her from head to toe. Somewhere in the back of Heather's mind, she had the distinct impression of being seen as fertile new land James had just planted a flag on. She was not one to enjoy the submissive role, but when James administered it, she liked the feeling.
Before Heather could show any signs of gratefulness, James was quickly inside her once again, hungry to feel the same reaction. There was no rhyme or reason now; James was relentlessly racing to the finish. Heather's new sensitivity made him feel twice as big as before, and the fact that she had just gotten off made it that much more enjoyable. James clutched Heather's body impossibly close as his thrusts brought him closer to the edge. The texture of her skin and the way her body trembled from over excitement was absolute perfection. The quieted noises she breathed and the tightness of her inviting middle was too much. His seed spilled into her with a satisfied shudder, and every nerve in his body almost burst at the release. He sucked air in through his teeth several times on reflex, before the calming waves stilled his pounding heart. This was a good thing they had going on here, indeed.
They held each other quietly, recovering in the vastness of the gentle night sea.
Heather finally spoke, smiling. "You were right, James...This was a good idea."

Morning sunlight bounced off Heather's skin as she barely stirred, rolling over gently toward the comfort of James's chest. His hand reached out to brush strands of hair from her adorable face. She was so beautiful when she slept; like an angel in demon's clothing. Her tiny stature and pretty face hid the vixen that yearned to claw and bite.
The cheap hotel room they'd been hidden away in still smelled like bleach from Heather cleaning the bathroom the previous night. It was sickeningly clean and sterile, but it brought James comfort. It was nice to see her in her usual routine again; she'd just gotten over a horrible cold. He hadn't had anything this close to normal since his wife became ill, and he was going to enjoy it while it lasted. He smoothed his body off of the bed without jarring it and crept to the bathroom. He needed to get clean for work. The warm water felt nice on his skin, soothing his wandering mind and making him forget all about the hard decision he had to face tomorrow. Heather wordlessly stepped into the shower and leaned against the wall with a seductive smile, all signs of exhaustion miles away. The two wrapped around each other and contended with the shower head for creating steam in the small space. Yes. She was most definitely feeling better.
James's workday was wrought with hidden and conflicting thoughts. He couldn't focus the entire day, and his friend Danny noticed. Danny had known James such a seemingly short amount of time, but felt an instant connection to him. Considering, he was rather versed at reading James's mood, and today, something wasn't right. When they sat down for their lunch break, Danny finally confronted him. "You seem tense, bud. Was Heather pissed about the fishing trip tomorrow?"
James swallowed a bite of his sandwich. "No, she's fine with it. Why do you ask?" He took another bite and stared across the table at the smaller man. Danny's dark Spanish skin contrasted with the brightness of his eyes that still displayed a sparkle of mischief despite his years. He was a great friend, and James felt lucky to have him always worry as he did.
"I don't know, man. You just seem...off," he pried.
"I've just been doing some thinking lately," he explained in a distracted tone. "I don't know if I'm the best thing for Heather right now."
Danny rolled his eyes. "Not this shit again," he started. This was a conversation they'd had before. "You guys are good together. She doesn't want some rich guy. She just wants somebody to fuck and cook for-" Danny stopped and pretended to think for a moment. "Damn. You know if you don't want her, I can always take her off your hands," he joked.
James ignored the attempt to cheer him up and continued. "Right before she got sick she got this promotion, and she's talking about moving into an apartment. Or renting a house. How am I supposed to put my name on a lease?"
Danny swallowed and looked around carefully to ensure nobody else was listening. His voice lowered to a whisper. "I don't know what you did, man. You know, to be on the run and all. But whatever it is, you guys can work around it. Right? It's not that bad, is it?" He seemed either genuinely concerned, or genuinely curious.
James smiled, not really caring either way. There's no way his friend would ever understand, and now was certainly not the time to fill him in on the specifics. "Yeah, we'll be fine," he answered sincerely. "I'm just worrying too much. Thanks." Danny always knew exactly what to say.
The rest of the day went by uneventfully. James tried hard to quiet his wandering mind, and succeeded in pretending that nothing was on his mind. At the end of the day, he followed Danny to his car as he usually did. Danny seemed more talkative than usual to make up for his own silence. "So we're still on for tomorrow, yeah?" he asked eagerly.
"Sure. I'll be at your place at 5. Sound good?"
The bounce returned to his step. "Yep! I'm gonna kick your ass again," he joked.
"How about the person who catches the least fish has to buy the beer next time?" James challenged. Danny's perpetual good mood was contagious.
"You're on." Danny playfully punched his arm. "Hey, you need a ride?"
James shrugged. "I never do. You know me."
Danny nodded knowingly. There was nothing more to say. Time to part ways. "See you tomorrow, then." He patted James's hair fatherly before opening the door to start his engine.
James pivoted on one foot and began walking home. "Goodbye Danny," he whispered to himself.
James passed the same people he normally saw out on his stroll, nodding hellos and politely smiling where necessary. He wasn't looking forward to coming home today. The minute his foot passed the door, Heather would assault him with her overly excited plans for the future. He suddenly smiled to himself, remembering the first time he'd ever seen her behave like this.

Heather jogged with James's wrist in one hand, and jingling keys in the other. "It's a few hundred a week. It's a little shabby, but I know you'll love it!" she squealed. James could barely keep up.
"I don't know. I'm getting used to your back seat," James smiled, eyeing Heather's ass through her tight jeans.
She was completely unfased by the innuendo. "Here it is! Here! Number 7! It'll be like having our own place!" She dropped the keys in her frenzy, and just as quickly had them back up to the lock. James thought better of laughing. She swung the door open and pulled James inside. Their scant belongings were already inside, piled on the bed. "See?! Do you like it?!" Her eyes welled with a childlike wonder, and her tone was nearly fearful. This really meant a lot to her.
"You did good, sweetie." James peaked into the bathroom and turned on the light. "Our own shower and everything."
Heather smiled proudly. "And I can set up a kitchen right here!" She hopped up onto the long counter and leaned against the ancient microwave. He walked over to her and gave her a rough, congratulatory kiss. She giggled through it.
"Why are you so excited about this?" He asked, inches away from her beaming smile.
"Because it's a big step towards normalcy," she smiled. "We have our own space. Our own privacy. We have a life together now-"
James sucked the last of the words away from her with another kiss. "You did good," he repeated. "I was fine with the life we had, truth be told."
Heather looked hurt for a moment. She let the words they'd both just spoken rattle around in her head for a moment. "I just wanted things to be better for us." Uncertainty crept into her tone. "You really like it, don't you? I know it's not the best."
"I love it here," he reassured. "This place is fine for now."
Heather relaxed. "For now? How long are you planning on staying with me?"
The coy smile disappeared from her face as she realized what her wording implied. They'd never discussed any type of relationship or time frame before. But James relieved her stress with a simple answer.
"As long as you'll have me..."

Now she had another yet vision of happiness; something even bigger and better. She deserved every bit of it too, but it only reminded James of everything he couldn't give her. There was no way she could ever understand his dark past, and even if she were willing to look past it, there was nothing he could do to change it. The cards fell as they did. He couldn't take back his crimes, but he would be paying for them until his final days. She deserved to go through that even less than he did.
He stood at their front door for a brief moment, watching the light reflect off the brass numeral that symbolized their unity in Heather's mind. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open, prepared for the impending flurry of energy. To his surprised, Heather was sitting at the tiny table in dim candle light, wearing nothing but a thin cotton robe. "Go take a shower," she ordered playfully. "I've got some Thai on the way." She'd made up her mind that they were going to have a quiet evening at home, and he wasn't going to argue.
James smiled. "Yes ma'am."
Twenty minutes later they were enjoying their cheap meal. Heather was much more quiet than James had anticipated, and he finally spoke to interrupt the deafening silence. "This is nice. What's the occasion?"
"I just wanted to spend some quality time with my man before he runs off to the lake tomorrow," she smiled. "You seem so distant lately. I just wanted to touch base, too."
James laughed. "'Touch base?' I haven't heard that phrase since the 90s," he teased.
"How was your day?" she countered, unaffected.
"It was a typical day," James took his last bite. "I couldn't wait to get home to you."
Heather grinned and began cleaning up. "Yep. I'm pretty likeable."
James took off his shirt and laid across their bed wearing nothing but pajama bottoms. He waited until Heather went to the table to extinguish the candles before requesting that she leave them lit. "Don't. It sets the mood."
A devilish expression crossed Heather's face as she jumped onto the bed, letting her body bounce like a young girl's. She casually peeled the robe away and climbed into James's lap with a giggle. The feel of creamy bare skin was quite the comfort after a long day.
She sucked at his lower lip playfully and ran an arm around his back. There was nothing in the world that made Heather feel more complete than when they were in their bed, behind closed doors. It was as though an incorporeal bubble of protective energy somehow manifested and kept the rest of the world at bay. The only thing that had to exist in these moments was the two of them. She wished James would say as much sometimes. She wished he would just tell her if this meant as much to him as it did to her, if it meant anything at all. But at the moment, his mouth was preoccupied filling her needs in other ways.
She ran her tiny hand over James's stubble and pulled his kiss closer. The smell of his freshly washed hair was intoxicating and deep. Somewhat like pine, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. His arm snaked around Heather and he rolled her onto her back. His fingers smoothed up her legs and James eagerly started removing the last piece of clothing that covered her. Heather's face fell. "Why the rush? You opposed to foreplay now?"
Her panties were slid past her feet. "You just finished taking antibiotics. Those negate the pill, honey."
Heather giggled and propped herself up on her elbows. "I love it when you talk dirty to me," she joked. "Where was that mindset this morning, tiger?"
"This morning, you jumped me. How do expect me to resist this?" James asked, looking her up and down hungrily.
"I-" Heather was cut off as James buried his face between her legs. Her arms fell, letting her back bounce to the bed. She stretched out and sighed as James's soft tongue teased her clit up into a hard dot, impossibly sensitive. She raked the fingers of one hand through her hair, and the other hand reached down to touch James. He was so handsome, and at that moment, rather gifted. Tiny pulses of pleasure and warmth worked their way out from her slit into her legs and up her spine. A few more minutes of shaking legs and aching middle made Heather realize something was missing. This felt wonderful, but the lack of body contact was quickly killing her libido. James already mentioned his disinterest in sex, so she quickly came up with another alternative.
Heather sat up and forced James onto his back, stopping briefly to taste herself on his mouth. She straddled her lover's head and smoothed her torso over his, taking his hardening cock into her mouth. James didn't argue. He replaced his mouth onto it's previous position as Heather's head enthusiastically bobbed up and down. His hand trailed up onto Heather's lower back and squeezed. Her efforts made him moan, sending a wonderful wave of vibrations into her already over sensitive bundle of nerves. Heather wanted to moan herself just then, but on a down stroke the head of James's penis stopped the noise in the back of her throat.
The sensation of James's skin against hers made this so much more enjoyable. He was warm and smooth and perfect, and Heather could never tire of this. His tongue lashed into her most delicate spot with increasing intensity, and she quickened her own pace in turn. Heather could feel the orgasm right at the surface, desperately trying to break free. It felt so nice it was almost painful. The encompassing tingle finally built into an intense climax that shook Heather's bones and made her eyes water. She weakly moaned, trying hard to continue pleasing James through her trembling. When she couldn't take anymore, she moved to lift her body away. But James had other plans. He wrapped his arms around her lower half and continued licking, making her orgasm plateau. She was trapped.
Her legs, and all the regions between them, were practically on fire but he wouldn't let go. She mentally cursed his honery side and frantically continued sucking him off to escape. She whimpered at the realization that too much of a good thing truly is terrible. Her toes involuntarily curled, nearly cramping. Too add insult to injury, she could've sworn she felt his lips smiling into her flesh. At last, she felt warm bursts emptying into her throat and lifted herself away from James's mouth, exhausted. She rolled over, breathing heavily and barely able to move her limbs. James sat up, wiping his smug grin clean with his hand. "I love you," he said.
Heather barely laughed. "I think I love you, too," she joked.

Early the next morning James tip toed around the dark room, quietly putting items into an old backpack he hadn't touched in several years. After zipping it up, he took a pen and sheet of paper and sat at the table. He lit one of the candles from last night to see. Heather stirred on the bed, making James stop. He didn't look up, but he knew she was awake. "Honey, you leaving soon?" Heather forced out, barely coherent.
"Yes," James whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you. Just go back to sleep, honey."
She smiled and closed her eyes. "Mmmmm-kay. Have fun." She was out cold soon afterwards.
The gentle scratching of the pen echoed in the silence, competing only with a singing bird outside. James stood and looked at the letter for a moment, then sighed. His gaze traveled back to Heather. For a moment he thought to kiss her goodbye, but didn't want to risk waking her again. There was no way she would ever understand what she meant to him, and he didn't have the time to make her understand. He took a thick wad of money out of his pocket and placed it on the letter, then quietly walked out the door without looking back.
An hour later Heather woke up and stretched, yawning loudly. Time for a new day. She put a pot of coffee on to brew and jumped in the shower. She somehow didn't notice the letter until after she was already dressed and ready for the day.
Danny's car pulled into the parking lot, full of gear for a day on the lake. He hurried to door number 7 and knocked, shifting his weight uneasily. The door opened rather quickly, surprising him. "I overslept-" he started, but Heather was the one standing before him, not James. She appeared to be in shock, and her face was red and tear streaked. Her eyes darted back and forth, and her mouth opened and closed wordlessly.
His eyes widened with fear. "Where is he?" Heather collapsed into the door in a fit of tears, too devastated to speak. Danny caught her in confusion and didn't notice the single piece of paper that fell from her hand and floated to the ground.
Heather,
You said something to me once about how people in this world don't really know each another. I don't know if I agree with that fully, but I do know that both of us will never be able to be honest in this relationship, especially me. We are both complex individuals with complicated pasts, and while I wouldn't want that any other way, I fear the time has come for me and my secrets to leave.
Neither of us may ever understand what happened to the other before our paths crossed, but I know the following things; I know that you deserve all the things in life that you want. I know that you're one of the most generous and beautiful women that I've ever met. I know that I'm no good for you anymore, and I'll only hold you back if I stay.
I didn't want to do it this way, but with time I think you'll understand that this was the best way to handle it for both our sakes. We just weren't meant to be together. In this life, anyhow.
This is all the money I could spare. I want you to take it and live whatever life will make you the happiest. I love you more than you could ever understand, and I'm sorry I didn't express that more when I had the chance. If anyone asks what happened to me, you may tell them whatever is easiest for you.
Forever Yours,
James
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