For Miles

[celticromanstone]

It's an interesting dynamic, being a lover for a reporter. But that's not what's on her mind when she slips through Seattle, headed toward his place. She has information for him. It's tucked safely away between her breasts in a small flashdrive that she'd used to steal the information for Miles.

The doorman to Miles's building smiles and tips his hat to the pretty young thing that comes to see the rather intense reporter.

She steps into the elevator and heads up to Miles's place.

Stepping inside of his apartment is always an adventure. She's never sure if she's going to find him buried in research or take out boxes. "Hello, darling." She says, slipping inside. She puts her purse down on a table covered in papers, and smiles to the reporter.

Normally, she stays far away from reporters and she never turns on a client. This client, however, had done something unspeakable. He'd bought and sold human flesh. Heather will put up with many things, but this is not something she will tolerate.

So, she'd offered to help the police, but none of them would listen to her. That's when she'd found Miles, through one of his other exposes. "Darling, you'll never guess what I've got for you...." She teases, leaning over in front of him. The flashdrive peeks up through her breasts.

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[celticromanstone]

Heather sleeps fully for the first time in a long time. She normally sleeps full of nightmares and various bad dreams plaguing her. But she only sleeps a couple of hours, then she's suddenly wide awake. Miles is next to her and she's prepared to wake him up. But first. Food.

She finds his t-shirt and slips it on leaving him sleeping. Half an hour later she wanders back in clean, refreshed and bearing food.

"Miles?" She crawls back into bed with him and kisses his nose. "Miles, time to get up. I have food."

[upshore]

A nose kiss? Well, that's nice. He wakes up laughing a little bit. Like Heather, his nightmares had been dispelled. They usually go away when he's sleeping next to someone. Being exhausted usually makes them worse, but when he's with someone else, he feels protected. Whatever the reason, he's happy to sleep without reliving the worst night of his life.

"Mm, what kind of food?" he murmurs.

[celticromanstone]

She snuggles up next to him, tracing her fingers over his chest. She's still wearing just his t-shirt, even though she showered, while waiting on the food.

"I bought the good take out from the Japanese place down the street. No fried rice in the lot." She teases.

"And, I had my bag delivered from the hotel." She grins. "So, shall we eat?"

[upshore]

"Ooh, Japanese," he says. He likes all food, but Japanese food is especially good. He has a trashcan for a mouth, both for eatimg and swearing. He is the living example of GIGO - garbage in, garbage out.

He sighs when she snuggles up. "In a minute. I like it when you're just here next to me."

[celticromanstone]

"Mmm, I aim to please, darling." She says, wrapping her arm around his chest. "But I'm not planning on going anywhere." It's as close to a promise as she can get. She noses up under his jaw and kisses his skin. She likes the way he smells, the way he tastes against her tongue.

She trails her fingers down his chest. "But we should both eat." She purrs. "We'll eat, then come back here?" She asks. "Because I was serious about using you as my boytoy all day."

[upshore]

"Hmm." He likes when she kisses his skin like that. It's one of the things that makes him feel safe and protected. Weird, but true.

"Okay. Sounds good. I guess we need the calories, huh?"

[celticromanstone]

She really does aim to please. If there's anything he wants, all he has to do is ask. While she's up for using him, she doesn't mind being used a little bit too.

"We do, yes." She agrees, not moving from her position on his shoulder. Her fingers trace over his chest. "But if you don't want to move, I'm in no hurry." She kisses his neck again.