Law

Law - Non betaed, no proofreading. All mistakes are mine. As usual, it was a dare: romance, 'Law', 'Villain'.
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It is absolutely clear he doesn't belong to the mass of perfectly shaped bodies covered in expensive, ridiculously designed fabric twisting on the dancefloor. While most people would find that situation intimidating, it didn't affect him in any way. He kept walking, confident steps, not even hesitating when he bumped against people's arms.

The crowd turned to look at him as he walked, some afraid (he was obviously police), most too drunk, too high to care.

He made his way, slowly, surely, towards the second floor. It only had a long corridor ending on a room decorated and illuminated like the dancing floor. He kept walking, along the wall, didn't stop even for the two security guards at the door.

And why should he? They knew him.

Inside the room he was greeted by a sweet smile and a chuckle.

"You look the same. Your skin is a tad darker, but it gives you a healthy look, I guess." She said, walking from behind her desk. "I like you didn't even shave to meet me. As if this encounter was nothing special."

She was right. He looked the same, in his jeans, his old dress shirt and his jacket. He raised one thick eyebrow and rubbed his fingertips against his right cheek, then scratched, his lips twisting in a light smile.

"I happen to know you like my beard." He said, placing his hands in his pockets. "Did you miss me?"

"Yes. Did you miss me?" She said, softly, stressing the word 'you' with a lick of her lips. He nodded and swayed, wanting to move towards her, to take her in his arms... But a last second thought stopped him.

"Did you go away to hide from me?"

"I went into hiding because there was someone dangerous after me. The only reason I kept from you is because..." She looked down and placed a lock of hair behind her ear. He had always love that tiny movement of her, the way the brown-red strands of her hair looked against her pale fingers, the way she raised her head afterwards, unarmed, vulnerable. He knew that what came from her mouth whenever she did that tiny movement was the truth. "They would want to use you against me or hurt you in some way to get to me."

"I see. I wouldn't let them..."

"They could still ambush you, kill you. I couldn't live with the idea that someone hurt you because of me."

"You have a heart, after all." He chuckled. She loved his chuckle. It was always low, dark as his skin, strong as he was, heavy with his feelings. No other person in the world could make a sound like that, it was so... So him.

"Don't let people know."

"Tell me what happened." He sat on the guest chair, her knees almost touching him. 

"Asshole from the west tried to takeover. He got to me."

"What happened to him?" 

"He didn't survive." She said nonchalantly, shrugging. She could see his body tense, leaning back, his hands open, pressed against his thighs. "You want to touch me."

"I shouldn't."

"Why?"

"I thought your disappearance would be a chance for us to make things right."

"You think what we have isn't right?" He shook his head and she smiled, sitting on his lap. He moved his hands aside, and away from her body. "Because you are..."

"We are in different sides of the law. That's why."

"So you think you can't like me because of that." She held his hand between hers, turned the palm up and traced one line slowly. "The laws I break do no real harm to people. I only kill in self defense. Why can't we keep walking, holding hands, the law just a line on the ground, between us?"

"Because there will be a moment when I'll have to hunt you."

"Before that we can have each other. When it happens, you will know where to find me. But I doubt you will find me there." She raises his hand and kisses the middle of the palm. "I will make an effort so that day never arrives."

"Why?"

"Silly." She points at the lipstick mark at the center of his hand.

He leans his head forward and smiles as she touches his forehead with hers, her hair falling as a curtain around their faces. He takes a deep breath, the scent of her perfume filling his nose, his feelings for her weighting heavily on his chest.

He wondered if any of them would cross the line to join the other some day, but at that moment it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the feeling of her skin against his hands.