Deaths Kiss

Chapter 4

Authors note: there will probably only be a couple romance scenes (help me out with a ship name!!!) this chapter is one of them!
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Chapter 4
    America to France, France to Norway, to Hungary, to England, to Poland, to Germany. The weeks flew by, the two former partners at the CIA, went from place to place, tracking down any and every lead they could find about the so-called 'dead' Dominic Waals. Jessica found it harder and harder to not let her feelings grow for Zachary as they were in tight situations such as running from a hitman hired by Dominic (they deduced it was only to scare them, not kill them, Dominic wanted that pleasure for himself) to jumping off the boat to save themselves from an unhappy follower of Zachary's (he didn't try to lead her on, or so he swears). They grew inch by inch to uncovering the truth of what happened.
    Zachary actually enjoying hiding from a treasonous double agent that wanted to murder him in cold blood. He tried to tell himself that Jessie doesn't like him any more, so what he felt for her meant nothing. It didn't work. . .
    One day, they were in Egypt, tracking down a woman who was the journalist who wrote the story on Dominic Waals death by the Russians when they supposedly figured out Dominic was an American agent. They knocked on her apartment door, but the door slowly creaked open when Jessica knocked.
    Jessica gave Zachary a look and he nodded in reply. They both pulled out their guns and Jessica slowly pushed open the door. Room by room, they checked the apartment that the woman was renting while she did an article on an Egyptian who stole American museum property. They got to the last room, seeing nothing suspicious.
    Jessica went in first and checked the closet. "Clear."
    "Clear here too, but, I think you should see this Jessie." Zachary whispered.
    "Oh no." As Jessica looked at the room Zachary was checking, she saw blood stains, and a note.
    "'Checkmate'." Jessica said, reading the note out loud. "Well it seems as if our old friend is still into chess. . ."
    "And now he's got Elle Williams, the journalist. That means he knows we need her. Which means he's still tracking us."
    Jessica swore. They were being so careful. How come it wasn't enough?
    "My sentiments exactly." Zachary responded.
    "So what do we do now?" Jessica asked.
    "Well, I dunno."
    "I think we should go to a white beached island for a while, lay low, ya know?" In all honesty, Jessica just really felt like going swimming.
    "Hm." Zachary pondered the idea for a few moments. Yes, laying low would be helpful. However, he knows Jessie. She just really wants to go swimming. Swimming means bikinis. Bikinis means Zachary going nuts about her beauty and the fact that he can't touch it anymore.
    "I guess that would work." Jessica noticed Zachary stiffened when she mentioned beaches. I wonder why?
    "Okay then. Let's go pack our stuff." Zachary said while walking quickly out of the room.
    The two spent 3 months on the sandy beaches with crystal blue skies and water.
    "Hey Zachary, would you put sunscreen on my back please?" Jessica asked.
    Dam**t, thought Zachary. Doesn't she know what this is doing to me? I've spent a whole month watching her sunbathe, and I don't think I can handle much more.
    "Sure" replied Zachary with a grimace.
    Jessica turned over on her beach towel while Zachary kneeled down in the warm sand next to her. Jessica watched his face as he opened the sunscreen container, slowly, as if by opening the container he walked to his death. You know, Jessica thought, he really is quite handsome. Broad shoulders with muscular arms, tanned skin, ocean blue eyes and his hair, his hair was always just the right kind of messy, a golden brown color. I remember when I used to run my hands through his hair, she thought.
    Zachary put some lotion on his hand, and started rubbing her back. She had such smooth skin, a little pale still even though she tried to tan. He came a little closer, massaging the sweet smelling lotion onto her shoulders and neck. Her hair smells like apples, he realized. He soon noticed how he had been touching her still, long after the lotion was rubbed in. He realized how she had turned around slightly, looking into his eyes. He noticed how close they were, she was in his lap. When did she move? He wondered.
    My god, Jessica thought. I could feel my stomach fluttering and my skin tingled where he put the suntan lotion. She looked at his lips for a moment, wanting them to touch hers. She realized she was in his lap and that her hand was on his chest. He started to lean in close, his eyes locked on hers.
    She is so beautiful, Zachary thought. I want to kiss her, I want it so bad. He felt himself leaning in until his lips met hers and he kissed her slowly, delicately at first. But then he felt himself erupt in a fiery passion and he kissed her hard.
    When he kissed me my stomach erupted in fireworks. For a few moments we held each other, like before.
    "Ahem." We broke apart to see a barrel of a gun pointed at Jessica's head.