Civil Pursuit

HERstory

The night time greeted them along with the harsh knocks of the wind.  At this point Michael handed her one of his large white tee's. Addicted to the richness of the coffee she craved more. Instead of asking she would just hand him her empty cup. Asking would be showing a sign of weakness. Her gesture confused him but when they would lock eyes and the hard exterior simmered away, he could find a glaring sparkle within her pupils. Finding himself lost into the realm of her sight quite often, he decided to stay consistent in not making her stay awkward.

On his way back to the kitchen to make her another cup of coffee he tripped over her backpack. He caught himself and as he looked back he seen that her bag was slightly open. Peeking through quickly he could see she had a copy of his Moonwalk book. An endless amount of notes and sticky pads all throughout the book. He was curious to see the things she noted but decided against prying any further.

"I see you've read my book." He said to her as he handed her another cup of coffee. "I like to take my time studying the men I'm missioned to protect." She said firmly with her eyes set on his viens that pierced out of his arms. She took a sip out of her cup, then readjusted her eyes to the broadness of his shoulders.

"I seen the notes that you left, I'm curious to know what's your favorite part?" As his question poked at her ears, she stared at the empty space beside him then refocused her eyes onto him. "I love the part where you mention making a wish. You said you would quietly make a secret wish before the sun tucked the western horizion and disappeared. Feeling like the sun took your wish with it right before the last light speck vanished." He looked at her with an alluring glare. He could feel her falling into a train of thought and he wanted her to take her time.

"I never knew my mother or father, they died when I was very young. The only memories I have of them is in my dreams, they constantly ask me to follow them. They're insistent that I follow them to the other side but I never do, because i'm afraid at times that I'll never wake up. I've raised myself up since the age of 6, and when I read that specfic quote from your book it reminded me of when I was all alone in the wildnerness. It was always cold and the sky was a dull grey. One day my eyes burned so much from holding in all the pain of lonliness but one finally. Finally, for once the sun peaked through. I feel like it gave me the hope I never knew I had in me. I've been resillent ever since." Mona realigned her spine and let out a deep sigh.

"You're a walking legend", Michael said as he sat beside her again. She shook her head in disagreement. "Legend? You're the legend here. I'm the one who was sent here to protect you remember?" I'm not that important." She voiced to him as she tried to grab the pillow that was between them. Michael's grip reached the pillow first, he moved the item behind him to place his body closer to her. A gentle chill sprayed across the nerves of her hand when his touch connected to hers.

"Don't say that, your beautiful and your story just makes you even more attractive." The vein betweeen her left leg jolted. Her body was reacting to the way the heat from his skin was traveling to her. Clouding her with a warmth she had never felt before, a warmth that soothed her mind away from the harsh hits of hail and heavy rain.

"Mr. Jackson.." He cut her off, "please, call me Michael." She shook her head disagreeing with his formal suggestion. "I can't do that. I'm on duty. I can't be formal with a man I'm supposed to be protecting." Mona was trying her best to keep her attraction for him hidden. "We don't have to be strangers. The weather is looking like you'll be stuck here for a couple days. I want you to set that badge of armor you're so used to carrying aside and just relax, be comfortable." She was now a bit more at ease the glare of her eye even changed, bright and engaging. No longer the dark orbs that she switched to when it was time for combat or duty.

"Okay, I'm a bit beat from the weather. My body is a little sore and my eyes are heavy." Her eyes started to flicker into sleep mood. She stretched her body as she began to slump into a spread form on the couch. "You did come from a long way I can't imagine how tired you are. But you don't have to sleep here there's plenty of rooms you can choose to rest." He said in a homely gesture. She stood up with her eyes half closed, "Let's go to your room. I'm so used to sharing a space with my team of men that I don't think I want to sleep alone." Mona tugged at his large hands hoping that he would move accordingly, she was unaware that Michael was a bit hesitant. "Are you sure?" He asked in measuring tone.