Mercy

[ussfoureyes]

Candles burned on her dresser as she drew the curtains closed, letting the dark heavy material fall free to cover the venetian blinds. Darkness curled into her room, bringing with it the soft glow of light from her candles. A romantic setting when romance was a drifting idle thing. Not really there when she was with him, Crispin. The enemy agent that she held some bizarre friendship with.

Her deep blue silk robe whispered against her flesh as she moved around the room, the navy tie around her waist was loose enough that her robe could fall open with just a slight tug. This relationship... she wasn't sure what to call it. What to think about it. It was complicated in its own right. And sometimes they had these moments where she felt bold and pounced like a panther. An intimacy she enjoyed since the first time, learning all about those delicious scars. Beautiful scars that decorated his flesh- that one low on his-

Heat blossomed across her skin, invading her features. She could recall the feel of it beneath her fingertips and she practically itched to trace it once more. Maybe with her nails, maybe with her tongue. Lots of maybes. Lots of possibilities. But tonight she wanted to push the envelope. To see how much he trusted her, if he did. She wanted to see what extent he trusted her. If he was willing to let her blindfold him in this darkness and let her control the situation.

He would probably back out, she bet he would. But it was up to him if he used her key tonight and walked into her apartment. She listened a moment as she smoothed the curtains and stepped back to look over her sparsely decorated room. That queen size bed with its blue, blue sheets. It's two plush pillows. Just for her. Lightly callus fingers brushed over her silk robe, smoothing it out over the soft peaks of her breasts, her taunt belly, and down to her hips. All the way to the tops of her thighs.

Dark eye shifted to the red glowing digits of her clock. Nearly midnight, he should be here soon, just a few short feet between their doors. If he was coming - because she sure as hell wasn't walking out into the hall like this again.