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Beauty of the Blistering Sky	By : UltraVioletSoul Category: +S through Z > Splinter Cell Views: 1828 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter IV
This fear that gnawed at the back of your mind returned with full force, sending a wave of tremors that did not stop. Your breath had caught in your throat, and you found it really difficult to speak your next words, knowing that danger was lurking just two floors underneath your feet. The man was out there and you could not even start thinking about a way to get out of this mess. If only you had known what to do in these circumstances! But, then again, in the worst case scenario why would he simply ring the bell to your apartment? Would it not make more sense if he sneaked in your dwelling? Maybe catching you off guard in your bed, or knocking you down and taking you somewhere else? You were pretty sure he could pull off thousands of tricks and device several ways to do something like that but, for some strange reason, he was in the street getting soaked under the pouring rain.

It really did not make much to sense to you.

“I—I didn’t t-tell anyone about you.” You managed to say in a breathy whisper, jumping in surprise when the fluffy tail of your cat stroked your left leg. She mewled and, for a moment, you thought that she was trying to make you feel at ease as she affectionately rubbed her warm and fuzzy body against your trembling limbs.

There was a pause on the other side and, again, the sound of the splashing water and his instable breathing waved on your ear creating an eerie chill that made you want to shriek in panic. But you held yourself back, settling on nervously twirling the cord of the telephone around your fingers, unsure of what to do at this point. Should you run? Should you call the Militsiya and tell them the truth? Was it too late for you? Too many questions and so few answers left you uncertain– confused. Would have things been any different had you been honest from the beginning?

"I know.” He stated matter-of-factly. If he knew this, then what was he doing there? You wondered, feeling a little relieved that, at least, his reason to ring the bell of your apartment in the middle of the night had nothing to do with what he had promised before. “Let me in. I'm soaked to the bone. I need," the man added, clearing his throat to hide a small groan through gritted teeth, “a little help here.” Another few seconds went by, and the silence on your part was becoming awkward. More than awkward it gave the impression of being outright demoralizing to him as his breaths rasped through his raw throat. “Fine. Don’t bother.”

Those words came out thickly gruff from his lips, and you swore you could see the fierceness in his green stare as a furtive grunt glided out of his lungs, mixing with the wild cold downpour that had taken over the nearly deserted gray paths of the city. His eyes glinted; you saw this when you closed yours, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks and the restless stirring of your entrails. The world around you seemed to fade away at that moment as you heard the click of the phone being hung up, in the distance, and your heart pounded inside your chest with such force that you believed every vein in your body would burst at any given time.

From then on, everything was a blur but you could distinctly recall the small voice inside your head reproaching your actions as you hurried to find a pair of slippers and grabbed the keys. What came over you? You could not find an explanation for this as you dashed downstairs at the speed of light, not caring that you might break your neck if you accidentally slipped on one of the steps.

What were you doing? This was madness. You were stepping into dangerous territory. You would definitely be at his mercy if you were to open that door for him. You could sense this approaching, the moment your fingers began to turn the key in the lock, the cold metal sending a shiver of expectation and anxiety down your spine. Why were you doing this? All your thoughts had been gathered in a furious rush, and you suddenly had not wanted for him to leave; suddenly felt the need to help in whatever his predicament was, if only as repayment for what he had done for you. Why should it be strange when he had saved your life once? Your fate had been none of his business that night. He could have left you to die yet here you were, all cozy and warm in your bedroom while he was freezing outside, looking for your help.

The door opened with a fling, and the cold wind bit your face. However, chilliness was the least of your worries as your head frantically moved from side to side, eyes scanning for any signs of the man who seemed to have disappeared. But you did not give up and found the courage to walk under the pouring rain, jumping out of your skin when the nearly frozen water hit you like a ton of bricks.

Where was he, for goodness’ sake?

That was when you saw it; a lone tall figure with sprinkled dark hair, walking down the street with a brownish backpack slung to his sturdy shoulder. He was several feet away from you and the only thing that crossed your mind was that you needed to get his attention, somehow.

“Hey! Hey!” You called for him, but he made no attempt to turn back despite your constant shout outs. Damn! If only you had known his name! You cursed your luck as you ventured in the flooded streets, running so you could reach him on time before he turned a corner and was out of your sight. “You, there! Wait!” You could felt the icy beads running down your forehead, distorting the vision that you desperately tried to clear by blinking them away. It was then that you realized, a little panicked, that you had gotten too close to him and, even if you tried to stop, you were not able to avoid the inevitable impact against his broad back.

Thud!

Certainly, his tracks had come to a stop but, to your surprise, you were not smashed against his backside. Instead, his big hands held you by the shoulders as yours unconsciously wandered on his well-built chest, concealed under a zipped-up leather jacket that accentuated his large frame. His touch was firm yet gentle on you as his fingers slithered to the smooth naked skin of your arms, warm breathings fanning on each other’s faces. His green eyes were narrowed as they studied you with conspicuous wariness, and his lips drew a tight line amidst a light growth of coarse beard. Apparently he had heard the splish-splash of your strides against the sidewalk and he had turned, ready to deal with any potential threat, only to stop himself just in time when he heard your squeal in alarm.

“Oh my God!” You finally managed to breathe, feeling quite embarrassed as you parted from him in a haste.

The first thing he noticed was that the bruises on your face had become smaller and had turned a dull green, different from their former fiery red; and there was a small reddish dot on your lower lip where there had, previously, been a cut. He, too, noticed that you were soaked to the bone, shivering under his unintended touch as the cold water kept raining down on you. Your white sleeveless tee shirt was drenched and it clung to the curves of your torso, your hands rubbing your frail arms to catch some warmth.

For a moment, Sam wished he could not see the outline of your breasts and stiff nipples poking out underneath the flimsy translucent fabric, as your bosom heaved with every gasp of air you took. For the first time, he realized now that it all reduced to a simple matter he had been trying to avoid the past years. He might have been a Splinter Cell— the most highly trained and awe-inspiring cell of his type— but, at the end of the day, he was a man made of flesh and blood– one that had kept his sexual desires in check ever since his last joyous encounter with his beloved Regan. Yeah; he still could remember the last time he made love to her; could still taste and smell the arousal on her pale skin as their fleshes meshed and her body convulsed in pleasure underneath his; the eagerness in her voice as she screamed his name all night long and he let himself lost in the fever of her longing heart– in this piece of heaven he called paradise. He could remember her expressive eyes gleaming with delight as they found bliss in their union; see her skin sparkle with beads of sweat as her body arched against his, begging for sweet release; see the genuine smile on her delicate lips as they flew higher and higher, enraptured by desire.

Your eyes. They reminded him of what he had lost a long time ago; those eyes full of seemingly innocence that were overwhelmed with curiosity and concern for him. In their depths he could see something akin to longing and fright as they sparkled amidst the crystalline drops adorning your face, your lips parting to speak and yet you seemed to be unable to find your voice. You looked so young, so full of life and dreams; so what was he doing there? Why did he come looking for you like a stray dog? Did he honestly believe he had the right to ruin that?

Why did he not simply walk away and left you behind?

“I am sorry!” You apologized a little ashamed and he merely stared at you, unnervingly, while you tried to collect yourself. “I didn’t mean to be rude! It’s just that… I thought that–” He still said nothing and you gulped in uneasiness, voice pleading. “You said you needed help, so what can I do for you?” You tried to smile, and then painfully shivered in cold again as your teeth chattered. “Let’s go inside; otherwise we’ll catch a cold.” You did not know what came over you but the next thing you knew you were grabbing his hand and sensed him tense a little at the unexpected invasion of his personal space. You were not sure if it was out of cold or because he simply felt uncomfortable by such personal contact but, still, you rapidly let go of him and gave him another awkward smile. “Please?”
Were you doing the right thing?
You hesitatingly turned and began to walk in the direction of your apartment building, heart lurching when you did not hear his steps immediately following after you.
Was he going to walk away?

However, it was not long before the male caught up with you with steady yet long strides. Fleetingly looking behind to flash him an apologetic smile, you caught a glimpse of hardened gaze before you reached the door and motioned for him to come in. The way to your apartment was silent and thick with awkwardness as you ascended the flights of stairs, heart pounding inside your chest as you tried not to stagger and lose your balance and, by the time you reached your door, it seemed like ages had passed by.

“Well, here we are,” you began, unsure of what to say other than friendly words. “Make yourself at home.” The man inspected your place with obvious interest before nodding and placing his backpack on the floor of the small lobby. Before long, you heard a quiet mewl and your cat was rubbing against his shin evidently not caring that his clothes were practically dripping water. “Oh, seems like she’s taken a liking to you.” You chuckled and looked up to see him study the little ball of fur with vague interest, and for the first time noticed the small nicks and bruises on his face. “Mr.–?”

“Leo. Just Leo.” So that was his name. You had to admit that it was nice; more than nice, it was perfect. Although short, the name evoked a series of tremors behind its patent strength and pride, and definitely suited him. [1]

“I’m–”

“(Name), I know.”

You blushed, clearly embarrassed for your stupidity. Of course he would know your name. How else would he have found you?

“Alright, Leo,” trying to sound as collected as possible, you brushed those thoughts aside. “You let me take that jacket off of you, okay? I’ll then take care of the rest.” You offered, approaching from behind, and he consented with a small grunt as he undid the zip on the front. He did not seem to be the talkative type, you decided as you placed your hands on his shoulders to slide the clothing out of him. “I think I’ve some clothes of your size so you can get rid of these soaked ones and change into something dry.” No, those clothes were not your ex-boyfriend’s but your brother’s, who sometimes dropped by your place to spend the night when he had arguments with his wife. You just hoped this man would fit in them since he had a rather large frame.

And you just hoped that your dear brother did not happen to have a quarrel that night, otherwise the presence of another man in your apartment would be very awkward to explain.

Inch by inch, black leather slithered against his muscled arms, exposing more of his broad back. His body felt solid, muscles slightly stirring at the delicate and faint stroke of your fingers and you had to gulp when you realized that you were taking pleasure in his small reactions. Was that a moan you heard? You did not know, but hoped so. You were engrossed in the sight of his white tee shirt, tight against his skin, watching as the pale shade of the clothing turned into a pinkish hue that did not take long to become darker and darker, a grisly suspicion forming in your mind, and a frown in your brows.

The suspicion was soon confirmed when you saw a large red stain blotting his back. “Oh my— what happened to you?” You blurted out, trying to hold back your shock as you hung the jacket in a hook, all thoughts of wonderment suddenly forgotten.

“I was hoping you could patch me up.” He finally admitted, without much ceremony. So this was what he needed you for, you thought. But how could he have known–? “I’ve brought the supplies, so there shouldn’t be any problems with that.” You nodded, a little dumbfounded, watching as he bent to retrieve his backpack again before he produced a small familiar item that you had missed days ago.

“Here, this is yours.”

It was your purse. Well, that surely explained many things.

Taking it, you muttered a brief thanks and fiddled with the object in your hands for a second or two. You did not even bother to check if there had been money left in your wallet. If he had needed to use it, you figured it would only be fair to concede him that right. You still very much doubted there would be any amount in cash enough to repay his generosity. Such a thing was priceless and difficult to compensate, but this could be a good start to pay that eternal debt.

You did not know for how long you had been staring into each other’s eyes but the spell was broken when you let out a cough, not out of awkwardness but a true discomfort in your throat. Slightly trembling, you still remembered you were in your soaked clothes and the itchy pain that you were beginning to feel in your tender esophagus was not really a good sign. “Er, I’ll go get changed and then I’ll check that wound, okay? Please, take a seat,” you led him to the kitchen and pointed a chair, rapidly reaching for the kettle and filling it with water to boil so you two could have something hot to drink by the time you were done. “I’ll be right back. I’ll bring a towel for you, too. Just wait here.”

Sam merely stood there, watching as you took off to your room and closed the door behind you. The cat mewled again and rubbed against his shin, purring and maybe thanking him for having saved her owner. As minutes ticked by, he was unable to decide whether he had made a sensible choice by coming to your place but he tried to convince himself that this was the case. However, this sensation of alarm persistently churned in the pit of his stomach, and many times he had felt tempted to turn around and disappear in the shadows of the night– the ones that had, so kindly, welcomed and protected him from so many life-threatening situations in the past.
But Sam, better than anyone, knew that shadows could also be deceiving and merciless. He knew very well they could make for a vile companion when his mind was overrun with guilt.
He just did not think he could handle it tonight.
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[1] I don’t know where I’ve read that Sam’s second name is Leo. I’ve Googled it on the Internet and there are some, let’s say, unofficial sources that say this. Anyways, even if it’s not, I still think it’s sexy :P just imagine; Samuel Leo Fisher XD
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