Darker Romance

Summary: A third installment. Can love unite two very different people and make them overcome their differences?

Setting: A couple of months after Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle.

Pairing: Dylan/Anthony

Rated: T

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.

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Dylan..

After we stayed at the park for nearly two hours, the night had grown chilly. Me and Anthony walked back to my car which I had parked not far from the bar where we met. I didn't want to say goodbye but maybe it was better if we went our separate ways, although I could feel my heart protest. I started fidgeting with my car keys, desperately trying to prolong this moment.

I had absolutely no idea how we were going to work out our differences, me being an angel, him being an assassin. What about Nathalie and Alex? Would I put their lives on the line by accepting Anthony into mine? They were my best friends and my collegues. And what would Charlie think? Anthony did assist in a plot to kill him.

If he’s going to stay an assassin, sooner or later we will end up fighting on opposite sides. I don't think I could deal with that, not after what happened tonight. I looked at him with some regret. Why do I keep falling for the bad guy? I silently wondered. After all the bad experiences I’ve had one should think I would know better by now. Still, if I leave now, when would I see him again? He could be dead without me knowing it. Ok, I quickly dismissed that last thought. I was still getting over the whole rooftop issue. Seeing him fall to his death was a horrible experience. But good or bad, I couldn't just ignore my feelings for him. As I tried to collect my thoughts, Anthony came to stand next to me.

«So I guess this is it?» I asked looking up at him. He gave me a curt nod. I tried to swallow back the tears that were forming in my eyes. I usely don't get this emotional, but I guess Anthony really has his way of getting to me. He must have noticed this as his hand went up to caress my cheek. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, trying to register the feel of his touch as if I would never feel it again.

«We will meet again.» His voice soft like velvet and barely above a whisper. His hand moved over to my hair. I opened my eyes and smiled weakly. I saw he was about to turn and leave and I just couldn’t let him go. «Don’t go.» I blurted out and I saw him freeze. He just stared at me, not saying a single word. Those eyes, so cold yet so meaningful. It was as if he could see right through me.

«I don’t want you to go. Please stay.» I said, ending the silence that seemed to go on forever. I could see the inner battle that he was fighting. I took hold of his hand and added «It doesn't have to end. So come with me.»

He pulled away from me and for a moment I thought he was going to leave. Instead he pulled out his cigarette case and lit one. I smiled at him. His first one all night and he hadn’t pulled out any hair either. I couldn’t possibly be having a good influence on him, could I?

I shook my head. I still needed an answer. «Come with me?» I asked again. He blew out some smoke and relief washed over me when he nodded. I grinned widely. «All right, let’s go.»

Before I could get into the car he pulled me to him and kissed me gently. I could feel my heart beating like crazy just from him kissing me. I pulled away and smiled mischievously. «There’s enough time for that later.» I said as I got into the car. An eyebrow went up. «What?» He put out his cigarette and reached for my car keys. Aaah! He wanted to drive. «I don’t think so. This is MY car. I’ll drive.» I almost laughed when he glared at me and stalked over to the passenger seat. As soon as he got in I started up the engine.

A note was shoved into my hand. I gave him a questioning look after I saw the address written on the piece of paper. «What’s with the note?» He just shrugged. All right.. Have it your way. «Is this your address?» I asked not quite sure why he was giving me the silent treatment. Maybe he was a little mad at me for not letting him drive. A bit of a control freak aren’t you Anthony.

He nodded at me, then gave a defeated sigh and said «Go to my place.»

Hm, his place? I thought about it for awhile. Maybe that would be a better idea, at least we wouldn’t run into Nathalie or Alex that way and I had to admit for being curious to see where he lived. I smiled at him and leaned over to place a quick kiss on his cheek. «Fine with me..» I once more looked at the note before sticking it in my pocket and driving off to Anthony's apartment.

Anthony..

The entire walk back to her car I was wondering what to do. If I really wanted to be with Dylan, and I was pretty sure of that, than I would have to quit being an assassin. She wouldn’t want to be with someone who killed for money. Besides it would be too dangerous. For her I was willing to walk a straighter path. God himself had given me a second chance. I was still alive, wasn’t I? I just had to take it. But would I really be able to get used to a normal life? No more killing was one thing, living together was another. I have lived by myself for over 15 years now. I would have a social life. Now that was a scary thought.

Dylan was fumbling with her keys. She looked terribly uncomfortable. I wanted to say something but didn’t know what and I got the impression neither did she. I walked over to her and as I stood watching her she looked up at me.

«So, I guess this is it?» She asked. I could hear the note of sadness in her voice. Is this really it? I asked myself. I came to the realisation that I needed some more time. Yes I wanted to be with her but maybe this was going a little too fast.

I nodded but quickly regret it when I saw tears coming to her eyes. I had hurt my Angel yet again. For that I hated myself even more. Before I could stop myself my hand went up to caress her cheek. «We will meet again.» I assured her. Then I briefly stroked her auburn hair, fighting the urge to pull it. I still managed with a lot of difficulty.

I just had to sort out some things. I stepped back and was about to leave when I heard her say. «Don’t go.» It sounded more like a plea. A final attempt to make me stay. And it worked. As soon as the words left her mouth I couldn’t move, my legs suddenly heavy. I searched her eyes for some sort of confirmation that she really meant it and what I found there was a lot more.

«I don’t want you to go. Please stay.» This was a lot for me to deal with. I didn’t want to go either, than why was I thinking about leaving? Because we come from two different worlds. She moved a little closer and touched my hand. «It doesn't have to end. So, come with me.»

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came. What did this have to be so hard? I felt myself craving for a cigarette. I stepped back and pulled out my silver case. It suddenly dawned on me that I hadn’t smoked a single one all night and I hadn’t even noticed! Dylan, what have you done to me?

I looked at her through my smoke clouded head. I could see her smiling. «Come with me?» She once more voiced. This time I agreed. I knew I couldn't walk away from her. It would hurt too much. She looked very happy and I was happy that I for once was responsible for it. «All right, let’s go.» Not yet, I thought.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me. I kissed her gently, revelling in the feel of her soft lips against mine and the smell of her sweet perfume. After awhile, she pulled away from me and a playful smile graced her lips. «There’s enough time for that later. » True.

She got in her car which was a nice dark blue 67’ Mustang with white racing stripes. I always had a soft spot for fast cars. I loved that time when I got to race for Red Star. Her friend Nathalie had been a worthy opponent. How I would love to drive that car. I watched her get in and raised my eyebrow. «What?» She asked. I reached for the keys but she moved them away from me just in time.

She shook her head and said «I don’t think so. This is MY car. I’ll drive.» I was a little disappointed but I moved over to the passenger seat as I didn’t feel like arguing. She wouldn’t have changed her mind. Then I realised that we were about to go to her place. I wasn’t really fond of the idea because of the possibility of running into her friends or that Bosley guy. Besides I would feel much more at ease on familiar ground, in this case my own apartment. I quickly wrote a note with my address on and placed it in her hand. She looked at the small paper and then at me.

«What’s with the note?» I didn’t feel like explaining because talking still made me feel uncomfortable so I just shrugged. She seemed annoyed by my silence. «Is this your address?» I nodded and decided to brush my stubbornness aside. The last thing I needed was an angry Angel. «Go to my place.» I said. Apparently she didn’t have any objections because she leant over and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. She sat back in her seat and simply replied «Fine with me.»

I had a feeling I made the right decision.

Dylan..

The first thing I noticed was that he lived in one of the better neighbourhoods. I pulled the car aside and parked across the street. I watched him get out and walk over to my side. Like a true gentleman he opened my door. No guy has ever done that for me before. He placed his hand on the small of my back and lead me inside the tall building. I think he was the only one living there. I guess Anthony really liked his privacy. We walked up the stairs and soon we were standing in front of the door to his apartment. If someone had told me a year ago that me and Anthony would get it on, I probably would’ve laughed in his face.

He opened the door and motioned for me to go inside. I obliged and soon he followed me closing the door behind us. As soon as the lights were on I got a good look at his place. I thought my apartment was quite nice but his was really big and not as messy as mine either. I noticed the excessive use of dark colours. Somehow it didn’t really surprise me. A large black leather couch stood in the middle of the room with a glass table in front of it with on each side a black leather armchair. A few paintings and a flat screen tv decorated the wall. Dark grey curtains hung in front of the windows. I walked around and I saw that his kitchen was much bigger than mine as well.

«It’s a really nice place you got Anthony.» I said as I sat down on the leather couch. I laid my purse on the small table. I felt his eyes watch every movement. He placed his cane in one of the armchairs.

I gave him a sly smile and patted the spot next to me. Anthony cocked an eyebrow at the gesture. I just rolled my eyes and tugged at his hand until he sat down. He reluctantly did. «Now where were we?» I placed my hand on his neck and pulled him to me for a kiss. With my other hand I started to unbutton his jacket. He placed his hand on top of mine and shook his head. I wondered what was wrong. He looked embarrassed. Could I be moving a little too fast? I certainly didn't want to pressure him.

«Anthony?» I carefully asked looking into his crystal blue eyes. After a few seconds he broke contact and looked away. «Don’t you want me?» I asked turning his head around. I saw him taking a deep breath before his eyes darted back to my face. «I do want you..» I gave him a warm smile and ran my hand through his black hair. «Good cause I want you too.» Then I tried to remove his jacket but again he stopped me.

«The s-scar.» Anthony said in a very soft voice. «From the fall?» I asked. He gave me a faint smile and nodded. I put my arms around him and hugged him. «It’s ok. I don’t mind. Really. I..I love you..» I whispered into his ear. And I meant every word of it. I haven’t felt this way about anyone except for Anthony. Not even Seamus.

I pulled back and saw his eyes widening at the statement. I chuckled. «Now kiss me you fool.» A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before our lips met and melted. I moaned at the intensity of his kiss. This time I managed to get his jacket off while he removed mine. One hand tangled in my hair while the other slowly travelled up my thigh and I couldn’t suppress a wanted gasp. After a little fumbling I managed to undo his tie. Then I unbuttoned his shirt and slid my hands up and down his chest. A small moan escaped his lips and I smiled a little. His lips travelled down to my neck, placing soft kisses all the way. I threw my head back at the sensation. He was driving me crazy, I couldn’t take it any longer.

«Anthony..» I said, my voice husky. He pulled away and looked at me. «The bedroom.. Now.» I know it must’ve sounded pretty desperate but I couldn’t care any less.. I was desperate.. Desperate in need of some loving. I could see passion and desire clearly displayed in his blue ones. We kissed again.

Somehow we managed to get into the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind. From then on I could only think of two things, Anthony and making love to him.

Anthony..

I looked out the window and watched houses and people rush by. We didn’t talk much during our little ride. Soon we arrived at my apartment. I got out and walked over to Dylan’s side to open her door. I saw a mixture of surprise and astonishment on her face. A lady has to be treated like one, especially Dylan. I lead her inside the building and up the stairs to my apartment. When we entered I could see she was visibly impressed. I bet her place doesn’t look one little bit like mine. She doesn’t strike me as a very neat person. I watched as Dylan slowly walked around. I’ve never brought a woman here before. But I really wasn’t interested in anyone else before either. Just her mere presence fills this room with a brightness I thought wasn’t possible. She really lives up to her title of ‘angel’.

«It’s a really nice place you got Anthony.» She said as she moved over to the leather couch and sat down. Yeah well, assassination definitely pays. I could easily quit the business and still live pretty comfortable. It would be a lot safer too and I think Dylan wouldn’t mind either. But it wasn't just about me and my Angel. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen with the Orphanage if I did give up the life I had known for 15 years. I had always been their biggest benefactor. Although they should be able to manage with all the money I had given before.

I put my cane aside and was about to go into the kitchen when Dylan indicated that she wanted me to sit next to her. The smile she gave me made me a little nervous. It was one of the wicked kind. I raised an eyebrow. She was very persistent and she started tugging on my hand. I eventually gave in and sat down beside her.

«Now where were we?» Her hand caressed the back of my head and then she pulled me closer. I could never resist her. As soon as our lips touched I was thrown into a waterfall of sensations that was called Dylan. I hadn’t noticed her other hand that was busy undoing the buttons of my jacket. When I did I felt a little off balance. I placed my hand on top of hers and made her stop.

I hadn’t expected that she wanted to take this to next level so soon. Don’t get me wrong, Dylan was everything I had ever wanted - beautiful, sexy, strong, smart and funny - I praised myself lucky to have someone like her. Nothing compared to the freak I was. If this wasn’t bad enough, I also had a huge scar on my chest from the fall of the roof. I didn’t want Dylan to see it.

«Anthony?» Her eyes locked with mine. I saw she was confused by my actions. I felt my face flush, this was embarrassing, I was making a complete fool out of myself. I couldn’t look her in the eye anymore. «Don’t you want me?» She asked. Oh my sweet Angel, of course I want you but how can you love someone like me. How can you want someone like me..? She slowly made me look at her. «I do want you..» I was able to say. She smiled and ran a hand through my hair. I liked that. «Good cause I want you too.» She really wanted me? I saw her hand move to undo the last button and I panicked. I got hold of her hand. I took a deep breath and said «The s-scar.» I had to let her know what was wrong.. Or at least part of it.

«From the fall?» I gave a small smile and nodded. She moved a little closer, if that was still possible because she was practically sitting on my lap, and pulled me into an embrace. I returned it with love. Then in the next few seconds my world turned out to be heaven on earth as she whispered the words I so longed to hear. She loved me.. She pulled away and looked at me. I think my expression said a lot. I was shocked. But in a positive way. Dylan must have noticed as she chuckled. «Now kiss me you fool.» Yes I was a fool for acting the way I did. I quickly closed the gap between us and kissed her with all the passion I had.

As soon as we got rid of my jacket, I helped take hers off as well. I held on to a handful of that lovely hair as I slowly moved my other one up her thigh. She gasped but didn’t make a move to stop me. It took her awhile to undo my tie. Inwardly I smirked. She quickly dismissed it and unbuttoned my shirt. I moaned as I felt her warm hands on my skin. I moved from her mouth to her neck, kissing my way down. «Anthony.» The way she said it, it nearly made me lose control. I stopped for a moment to look at her. She made an enchanting picture, her lips parted a little and her cheeks reddened.

«The bedroom.. Now.» She breathed. I couldn’t agree more. This was our night. And our night only. Any other thoughts quickly vanished from my mind. I would never regret my decision. Never.

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Well, I hope everyone enjoyed this third installment. Reviews are greatly appreciated.