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Night Kiss
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Adult +
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Night Kiss
Thank you Pepe for doing a beta!
~~~
Sat at his office desk, Daniel stared at the note he held in his hand. Printed on simple white paper and folded once, it had been slid under his door while he'd been at lunch. There were no definite clues to the author as it wasn't hand written but the style was familiar, he felt that he knew and trusted the person.
20.30, that was the time the note said to meet, so it was most likely someone from the military. It was 20.17 now so he needed to make a move. Daniel wanted to be on time. He wanted to know who this mystery person was.
He emptied his cup of coffee, locked up his office and headed for the elevators that led him to the surface. He was taking a big chance. This meeting could be a set up to get blackmail material. God, would the NID love that. As he signed out and headed for the second elevator his nerves started to get the better of him. What if it was a trick? He could be in serious danger, but what if this led to something good? He had to take the chance!
Words of the letter flashed through his mind, ‘go to your favourite branch at the back of the mountain...place the blindfold on...wait.'
Stepping out of the back entrance, Daniel breathed in the cool night air. He nodded at the guard and headed into the forest where personnel from the mountain went when they needed some fresh air and a moment alone. As he approached the branch, his heart thumped in his chest and Daniel was sure the whole world could hear; it began to race even more when he saw the dark blue velvet cloth hanging there. His blindfold.
"Hello, are you there?" Turning on the spot he looked around into the shadows for a hint of what was to come and from whom. With no reply, Daniel sat on the branch and tied the blindfold securely but loosely enough that he could rip it off quickly if he needed.
Sitting there alone and blindfolded was unnerving. His sense of sight was taken and he found his hearing straining to catch even the slightest of sound. A light breeze was upon the night and it was chilling. Daniel reached up to rub at his arms, wishing he had brought his jacket. The rasp of his hand against the material made him almost miss the approaching footsteps and snap of a twig.
Daniel sat frozen like a statue as he felt a presence behind him; he felt the energy pressing in to his back, then his side as the other person moved around him. Finally the person stopped in front of him, eyes that Daniel couldn't see bored into him exerting even more pressure. Daniel wanted to speak but found he couldn't and wouldn't for fear of breaking the spell that surrounded him.
For what seemed like an eternity nothing moved except the cooling breeze, so when rough hands touched Daniel’s arms it felt as if his skin was being burnt and electricity jolted through his veins. The hands were warm and callused and they were strong male hands. As they moved tenderly up and down Daniel’s arms they sent shivers though his body.
Painfully slowly, the hands trailed their way up Daniel’s arms; they lightly brushed his neck then cupped his face between both palms. Daniel’s breath hitched and his chest heaved when gentle thumbs rubbed across his cheek bones - one of them making its way across to Daniel’s bottom lip. Daniel automatically flicked his tongue out to wet the drying skin and tasted the salt lingering on the tip of the thumb touching him. This time it was the mystery man whose breathe hitched suddenly.
The hands cupping his face tightened slightly and drew him forward and Daniel held his breathe in anticipation of the moment their lips would meet. A small, soft kiss was placed on his forehead and he exhaled, then warm lips left a kiss on the tip of his nose. Finally the man’s lips brushed gently against Daniel’s. They were warm and moist but slightly rough like the hands. It was sweet and tender at first, with the slight stubble of the day’s growth catching, but both Daniel and the man sought out more in each other, and it became more passionate as their tongues duelled for dominance.
The man’s grip tightened on Daniel’s face almost painfully, and Daniel’s hands clawed at his back, trying to pull him closer. The man tasted of coffee, much like Daniel knew he, himself, must taste like, and Daniel whimpered loudly at the pleasure that radiated through him.
Suddenly, with no warning, the man pulled away and Daniel cried out at the loss - not wanting it to stop. He was breathing heavily and the taste of the other man was left in his mouth. Daniel reached for the blindfold and ripped it off, he desperately wanted to see the man who had made him feel so needed and loved with just one kiss. Twisting round on the spot Daniel searched amongst the shadows of the trees, but he was completely alone.
He wanted to cry. He had an admirer who had made him feel loved and who would plan this amazing rendezvous for him, but Daniel had no idea who this man was.
Touching his lips, Daniel sank to the ground and then hung his head between his knees, fighting the tears that glistened in his eyes. He knew right there and then that he wanted this man in his life.
In his struggle, Daniel almost missed the faint musk in the air. The man’s scent. He paused, breathing it in; it was a scent he knew so well that he would have been alerted instantly to who it was if the kiss hadn't taken over his body and mind.
A smile crept across his face and he touched his lips again. "Oh, Jack."
~~~
Sat at his office desk, Daniel stared at the note he held in his hand. Printed on simple white paper and folded once, it had been slid under his door while he'd been at lunch. There were no definite clues to the author as it wasn't hand written but the style was familiar, he felt that he knew and trusted the person.
20.30, that was the time the note said to meet, so it was most likely someone from the military. It was 20.17 now so he needed to make a move. Daniel wanted to be on time. He wanted to know who this mystery person was.
He emptied his cup of coffee, locked up his office and headed for the elevators that led him to the surface. He was taking a big chance. This meeting could be a set up to get blackmail material. God, would the NID love that. As he signed out and headed for the second elevator his nerves started to get the better of him. What if it was a trick? He could be in serious danger, but what if this led to something good? He had to take the chance!
Words of the letter flashed through his mind, ‘go to your favourite branch at the back of the mountain...place the blindfold on...wait.'
Stepping out of the back entrance, Daniel breathed in the cool night air. He nodded at the guard and headed into the forest where personnel from the mountain went when they needed some fresh air and a moment alone. As he approached the branch, his heart thumped in his chest and Daniel was sure the whole world could hear; it began to race even more when he saw the dark blue velvet cloth hanging there. His blindfold.
"Hello, are you there?" Turning on the spot he looked around into the shadows for a hint of what was to come and from whom. With no reply, Daniel sat on the branch and tied the blindfold securely but loosely enough that he could rip it off quickly if he needed.
Sitting there alone and blindfolded was unnerving. His sense of sight was taken and he found his hearing straining to catch even the slightest of sound. A light breeze was upon the night and it was chilling. Daniel reached up to rub at his arms, wishing he had brought his jacket. The rasp of his hand against the material made him almost miss the approaching footsteps and snap of a twig.
Daniel sat frozen like a statue as he felt a presence behind him; he felt the energy pressing in to his back, then his side as the other person moved around him. Finally the person stopped in front of him, eyes that Daniel couldn't see bored into him exerting even more pressure. Daniel wanted to speak but found he couldn't and wouldn't for fear of breaking the spell that surrounded him.
For what seemed like an eternity nothing moved except the cooling breeze, so when rough hands touched Daniel’s arms it felt as if his skin was being burnt and electricity jolted through his veins. The hands were warm and callused and they were strong male hands. As they moved tenderly up and down Daniel’s arms they sent shivers though his body.
Painfully slowly, the hands trailed their way up Daniel’s arms; they lightly brushed his neck then cupped his face between both palms. Daniel’s breath hitched and his chest heaved when gentle thumbs rubbed across his cheek bones - one of them making its way across to Daniel’s bottom lip. Daniel automatically flicked his tongue out to wet the drying skin and tasted the salt lingering on the tip of the thumb touching him. This time it was the mystery man whose breathe hitched suddenly.
The hands cupping his face tightened slightly and drew him forward and Daniel held his breathe in anticipation of the moment their lips would meet. A small, soft kiss was placed on his forehead and he exhaled, then warm lips left a kiss on the tip of his nose. Finally the man’s lips brushed gently against Daniel’s. They were warm and moist but slightly rough like the hands. It was sweet and tender at first, with the slight stubble of the day’s growth catching, but both Daniel and the man sought out more in each other, and it became more passionate as their tongues duelled for dominance.
The man’s grip tightened on Daniel’s face almost painfully, and Daniel’s hands clawed at his back, trying to pull him closer. The man tasted of coffee, much like Daniel knew he, himself, must taste like, and Daniel whimpered loudly at the pleasure that radiated through him.
Suddenly, with no warning, the man pulled away and Daniel cried out at the loss - not wanting it to stop. He was breathing heavily and the taste of the other man was left in his mouth. Daniel reached for the blindfold and ripped it off, he desperately wanted to see the man who had made him feel so needed and loved with just one kiss. Twisting round on the spot Daniel searched amongst the shadows of the trees, but he was completely alone.
He wanted to cry. He had an admirer who had made him feel loved and who would plan this amazing rendezvous for him, but Daniel had no idea who this man was.
Touching his lips, Daniel sank to the ground and then hung his head between his knees, fighting the tears that glistened in his eyes. He knew right there and then that he wanted this man in his life.
In his struggle, Daniel almost missed the faint musk in the air. The man’s scent. He paused, breathing it in; it was a scent he knew so well that he would have been alerted instantly to who it was if the kiss hadn't taken over his body and mind.
A smile crept across his face and he touched his lips again. "Oh, Jack."