#moonvale mc

• First kiss with jake won't happen quickly, the tension before it happens will build before it breaks like god damn, dam of water. And only your God knows how long you have waited for that moment.

• It will kill you and jake slowly. (But he wont admit that, because he is too much of a overthinker/logical person for that to happen.)

• The wait till it happens, will be too agonizing for him as well, he will dream kissing you, more than he knows. He would want it to be perfect, to have you pressed closer to him, to imagine your lips, against his, your hands on his neck, the thought itself is enough to blaze every nerve in his soul.

• At first, when you two are just behind screens, he will try to hold back, his desires his everything. He would be too respectful (almost too respectful for your liking) when you initiate kiss or any subject related to that, he will immediately go offline.

• Though he doesn't tell, physical distance between you and him, is something which frustrates him the most, because you feel too real to be behind that annoying phone/computer screen.

• When he first sees you, or the first time you meet, he would be speechless, regardless of the multiple thoughts and that unfamiliar emotion stirring inside his chest.

• He would just stare at you for what feels like years, like he is etching every part of you in his mind. He would not close the distance immediately he will pin you with his gaze to make sure you are real. You exist.

• You would be the first one to step closer to him, to break everything, and despite his control, he will lose it, he will exhale softly, and close the distance between you and him, he will immediately pull you into an embrace, which will go on for like too long yet it will feel not enough.

• He will pull back enough to look at your features, his breaths will be so heavy, and deeper as he takes you in with his gaze, he will slowly trace your eyes with his fingertips, your nose, your lips, your jawline, too achingly gentle because he would not want to break you, because if he allowed himself to lose control, he will definitely do, what he fears the most.

• So he would just smile, and kiss you on the forehead instead before pulling away. His lips against your skin, will be softer than anything you have ever felt.

• After that you two would always spend your days, hours, together, and the charge between you and him would be electrical, and he becomes more aware your presence, and your scent, that it dangerously unnerves him.

• He will overthink almost everything when you are near him. And asks you almost immediately, if he feels he crossed any boundary with you. And sometimes it is just too damn, frustrating because lord you just want that man. Still, he will be asking you.

- Am I being too forward?!

- Is this okay?

• So, the final moment that builds up and leads to your kiss with him is right after a vulnerable confession, because he would share his deepest parts with you, confessing his feelings again, and this time in person, as he speaks with such sincerity, and emotions welling up in his voice, you saying you feel the same, again.

• Because lordddd have mercy thats the last straw for him, because hearing you say it, feels real than anything in his life. his heart will beat so loudly that you could hear it in the silence of the room (not like yours is any less frantic.)

• As you breath "I love you, Jake." That's it for him, he would not overthink anything anymore, he will just close the distance between you and him in an instant, his lips will hover just inches away from yours, and you could feel his warm and soft breath like morning mist brushing against your skin. He will linger there, not rushing, just letting the moment stretch until it felt unbearable to you and him. When he finally speaks his voice will be a low whisper, like he is holding onto the last thread of his control, his voice is so pleading, a gentle whisper that it will send a shiver down your spine, "Can I kiss you, my love?. A pause, as he is gathering another bit of his lost control. "Because MC, I cant hold it in anymore."

• You won't be able to speak, so you just nod, and thats all he needs, his hands will cup your face too gentle at first as he crashes his lips against yours, fuck thats all you would think, as your hands slid around his neck, and you stand on your tip toes, and kiss him back as hard, as if you are devouring each other.

• The next moment, he will deepen the kiss, and you feel his tongue slide into your mouth, exploring every corner, as your tongue meets his slow, then more certain, and your breath deepening with each passing second. His hands will move down to your waist pulling you closer against him, while your fingers curl into his soft, messy hair, holding him there. You feel the warmth of him, and the taste lingering like something intoxicating, and his grip tightens around your waist, almost like he’s grounding himself, because he knows how real this is. And in one silent moment he realizes, letting go of you isn't an option anymore.

• After he pulls away, his forehead will rest against yours, his breath still uneven from the kiss, as if he still haven't recovered, and he murmurs, "The only thing I regret is I didnt do it sooner" There will be a brief pause, like a confession he still can't realize he is able to make in front of you, “And, love…” he will hesitate, before stepping back just slightly, but his gaze? still fixed on you, as he continues, “now that I’ve tasted you, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.” Before you could respond, he will lean in again, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, too soft and grounding you in the moment.

• After that, his touches, his kisses, will become more frequent, more certain, like he’s no longer holding himself back.

• And you? You let yourself melt in that feeling, and find yourself wanting more of it, more of him.

• Slowly, almost without you realizing it, he becomes more yours, more open, more vulnerable, than he’s ever allowed himself to be with anyone before.

The hell with the FBI!

Alan curse inside for the umpteenth time already, as he slowly and carefuly searched through the Duskwood forest. He was the bloody Chief of Duskwood's police, and the moment the FBI showed, they treated him as some kind of rookie?? Outrageous!

He was actually grateful to be alone right now, because if that arogant FBI's agent in charge once more addressed him with such undermining tone, he would punch him right in the face with all he got!

He stops for a short moment and takes a deep breath to calm his raging nerves. Continuing on, his thoughts began to wander back to all that happened ever since he managed to finally get in touch with Mc.

Could the outcome of this all be any different if he only listened to her, like REALLY listened, from the start?

Would he be able to stop the explosion that happened in the mine, and not wander around feeling guilty and responsible for the most probable demise of young Mr. Rogers? If only he trusted that little voice at the back of his mind just a bit more...

His train of thoughts suddenly gets interrupted by a rustling coming from a close vicinity.

"Who's there?" his voice comes out firm as he turns toward the source of the sound, his flashlight and gun pointed steadily in the same direction.

He waited for a moment, and when there was no response he tries again.

"My name is Alan Bloomgate, Duskwood's Chief of Police. I'm armed, so I suggest you come out, slowly, and show yourself."

"Don't shoot, I'm unarmed."

A short heartbeat later he grips his gun tighter as rustling comes once again from behind a tree a few feet away from him.

Alan watch as a young dark haired man slowly appears from behind the tree, and from the way the man moved, he immediately knew he wasn't alone either.

"Please, he needs help."

Alan stood still in his spot, closely paying attention to every move the dark haired man did. But when he finally looked at the other person, his eyes open wide.

"My god, Richy Rogers!"

Unable to keep both of them on their feet, the dark haired man collaps to the ground, Alan instantly movig towards them, putting his gun away.

"Is he all right?" he drops to his knees next to Richy, quickly putting his fingers on his neck to feel his pulse.

"I- I don't know." dark haired man replies, Alan detecting discomfort in his voice.

He turns his gaze to him, his expert eyes noticing right away some bloody stains all over his hoodie, which looked pretty torn on some places, too.

'And you? Are you all right?"

The black haired just nods before Alan speaks again "Mind telling me how you got out of the mine?

The young man tried to hide the surprise from his face at his question, Alan smirking in response "No need to act so surprised. After all, I have a pretty good guess who you are."

He could notice the young man tensing so he quickly speaks "Also, you do not have to worry - your seizing isn't at the top of my list right now." He turns his attention back to Richy "But helping him is - his pulse is very weak"

He starts to get back up, lifting Richy along in his arms. "So, if I were you, I would start moving in that direction."

"Wait!" the dark haired man calls confused afer Alan, who already started to walk from him in the opposite way "Why are you doing this? Letting me go - the FBI won't go easy on you for it."

"Screw the FBI!" Alan yells over his shoulder, but then stops and turns back "But if you must know, I owe it to someone - and that someone happens to be very fond of you."

The young man breaths in astonishing making Alan chuckle. But his face turns back serious again "But also, firstly and mostly, I am a police officer. So go now, use this leverage as best as you can. Because our next encounter won't be this pleasant."

The young man stare silently as Chief Alan turns and continue on his way. And even though he was tired and in a lot of pain, a smile crawled on his face as he watched Alan vanish among the dark of a forest "There won't be a next encounter."

4 WEEKS LATER

Jake's eyes jumped all around the screen in front of him. His fingers were flying hastily over the numbers and letters on his keyboard. He wanted to do this as fast as possible. It already passed too much time before he managed to recover and acquire new equipment. And he also did not want to spend another second with the thought how Mc must be worried about him, not knowing if he's even alive.

And that thought pained him intolerably.

So he begin to type even faster, and not a minute later he leans back in his chair, waiting eagerly for confirmation tha she accepts the message he just sent her.

He didn't have to wait long for the sound alerting him of her acceptance, his hand lifting and hitting the enter key on his keyboard so fast and hard, it was a miracle it didn't break.

With longing, he imagined her surprised face as she watched how Alan found his things in the forest, wishing that he could tell her in person that he is alive and well.

But just like that, that longing dispersed, and his face beamed with a smile, just like the one he knew for sure she has on her beautiful face right now, as his message came to its end and the image appeared on the screen: