Posted by James Sinclair in Event Horizon - Star-Crossed No Longer (Tag Faye)
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Event Horizon - Star-Crossed No Longer (Tag Faye)
Over the last month they had had sent regular messages and had some deep conversations. Disclosure, after all, was going to be important for both of them. They couldn’t walk into this blindly. The more he slowly told her, the more and more she felt connected to him. Their experiences were so different and yet they had certain key things in common and she could see why they were drawn to each other. Fate. Serendipity. Kismet. Call it what you will, and though Faye couldn’t let herself believe in it in any real way, she had to admit that it did feel that her and Daggum were meant to have reconnected at the exact moment they had.
Approaching the desk, the nerves took over more fully but Faye swallowed them down. “Hi, I’m checking in? Not sure if it’s under Calloway or Hammor.”
The woman gave Faye an exceedingly warm smile that was more than just that of a gracious host. “Yes, Mr. Hammor has already checked in. He’s left you two keys. Yours is Room 7402. His is next door.”
Faye processed what all of that meant, and while a couple months of go she would have had an immediate panic attack over the exact meaning, the Faye that stood in the Ambassador Hotel just smiled. “Thank you,” she said.
Finding her room after check-in, Faye simply dropped her bag on the luggage stand, slipped her key card into the pocket of her jacket pocket and left her room.
Four steps. With Dag’s key in hand she tapped it to the sensor with no second guessing and a helluva lot of anticipation.
Faye walked in…
And right into a broad chest with some kind of cartoon on it and massive arms picked her up off the floor and in an instant her face was mere inches from Dag’s. His eyes shone like the emerald-gems they were colored and he just grinned and looked at her for a long moment before saying…
Swept up in his arms, it would have been easy for him to squeeze too tightly as he held her, but Faye was surprised by the tenderness of his grasp.
“Is it really you?“
Those eyes. They were so vivid in her mind, from both her memory of his time on the Manhattan and their now numerous chats. But it paled in comparison to the real deal. So expressive, so… gorgeous. For a moment Faye was lost in those eyes until her mind fully processed his words. “In the flesh,” she said with a bare hint of a grin.
She had once jokingly called mind her mixed-up neurotic scientist brain, and right now it desperately wanted to analyze the various paths forward. But no, not now. And while there was her same curiosity she had had that had instigated kisses with others, this time she already knew the answer. It was instinct, a knowing. So with a smile on her lips, Faye closed those few centimetres between them and pressed her lips to his.
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