Softly

As Destiny accepts and returns Chance's kiss, his arms slide around her, bringing her close and just enjoying the feelings the embrace evoked. He wouldn't be quick to admit he'd never had a woman in his arms quite like this before. It was different than he imagined... maybe because they really did care... maybe because it really was more than just a physical attraction. A few days could feel like forever, and in this moment, it did feel as if he'd known Destiny forever.

Eventually pulling away, Chance looks into Destiny's eyes. His gaze was softer than a few minutes prior... gentler somehow. He'd lose this assignment in an instant if Reese found out about this. But Chance didn't care. He'd bucked the system before - he could do it again. The only thing he struggled with now was recognizing these strange feelings he had... the feelings that he actually cared about this woman as more than just an assignment... as more than just a friend. She was strong but soft. Courageous but in need of shelter. What would it be like to be that shelter?

Swallowing hard, Chance lifts his hand to run it down the side of her face, his fingers mapping out every line and curve. It was as if today, he was seeing someone totally new, yet not at all. It wasn't her that had changed - it was his eyes. And the firm grip on his heart loosened just a little more.

Taking a step back, Chance's hand slides down to find Destiny's. Then turning, he picks up his laptop, and guides her by the hand back to the door, letting her pause to pick up her book on the way. Once back in the house, he leads her to the living room where the lights were soft and low.

Easing down sideways in the corner of the couch, Chance brings his legs up, one tucked under, the other with his knee propped up. Pulling Destiny down so she can sit sideways too, facing him, his hand goes back to her face, just looking in her eyes for the longest time. Was this more than just a summer fling? He didn't know. But even if it only lasted that long, why not enjoy it? He knew how to gamble.

Leaning towards her, he rests his forehead against hers before letting his lips brush hers softly. Just softly. Tenderly. They brush past again, barely touching, but feeling her breath on his skin. His hand tucks her hair behind her ear as his thumb caresses her cheek. And another light kiss is given, gently as if kissing a delicate rose.