Fatal Attraction -10

A lot of you thought that FT 9 was the last chapter, but I couldn't leave it so untied. It still isn't great, and this isn't a story I'm proud of at all. But I couldn't leave you guys hanging, so here it is! I haven't had much time to do anything, but i hope you guys are happy with the ending!

(1 year later)
The sun was low in the sky, just skimming the crystal waters of the sea, as we walked down the beach. The sand was warm and dry beneath my bare feet; I relished the feeling of the white powder sifting between my toes.
"Mm. Look at that." Alex said, pointing towards the sky. I looked up and saw the amazing sight we saw every night that I never felt I could get used to. The sun was still there, setting, and yet the sky was dotted with a thousand twinkling stars.
"It’s beautiful." I murmured back, squeezing his hand and tugging him down so we could sit together. He pulled me into his arms and smiled a tiny smile. I smiled back, and he kissed the tip of my nose.
"Now that’s beautiful." he said, chuckling as I slapped him playfully on the shoulder. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his face, kissing the tip of every finger.
It was late June, and we had been on the run for almost a year now. The life that I had so resented having seemed like paradise now.

Alex and I had ended up in Hawaii, and Jay had stopped somewhere behind. To be fair, Jay wasn’t wanted, so it was safe for him. But for us? Oh no. I don’t think I will ever get used to seeing my name and picture below WANTED on a poster. To us, our journey has been like a honeymoon – we went places, traveled, acted totally dopey and made love frequently.
The secret services have been on our tail every minute except for now – Alex’s contacts tell him that they don’t think they’ll be searching any longer. Whilst I was in captivity, they never found any evidence that I was actually superhuman, and so they shouldn’t spend too much time on a coincidental case. In a way, I’m glad. It means we can find a new place, start afresh, and be like a proper couple.
But in a way, the news disappointed me. No more long, hot summer nights in the middle of a cornfield or beneath a tree. No more winter nights in the back of the rusted Chevy we had rented. No more trespassing onto farms and using the barns and hay for our own purposes.

"Hey, what’s wrong?" Alex asked, putting his arms around me and resting his chin on my head. I love it when he holds me like this – it’s like we fit together perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle.
I looked up and kissed the side of his neck.
"Nothing."
"Well, something’s up."
"Nothing is, honestly." I insisted, snuggling even closer to him. He promptly lay down on the sand and pulled my on top of him.
He began to kiss my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone.
"Tell me. Please?" he husked, closing his eyes as I tangled my fingers in his hair and bit his ear. I pulled away and sighed, rolling onto the sand next to him and smiling resignedly as his hand found mine.
"Okay. But I warn you – it’s silly." I said, and he laughed, relieved it wasn’t something more serious. He pulled me into his side and I reveled for a moment at the delicate hardness of his chest and the funny feeling I got in my stomach whenever I was close to him. My heartbeat gets all jagged and uneven, making me grin. "I’m going to miss all this. This silly, being totally in love, spontaneous life. I’m going to miss it. We’ll settle down soon – money’s going to run out and…I’m going to miss this you, that’s all."
I buried my face in his chest, hiding the blush and shining eyes that had suddenly taken over my expression. It was true – I had worried about the changes to us when we changed our lifestyle.

Alex rolled over and stroked my hair back from my face, smiling gently.
"I will always love you. I promise to be this person forever. I mean, change is good, but I’ll always be your Alex. You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful and mine. I promise to love you the best I can. And I can’t even bear the thought of losing – oh man, look what you did." He laughed, choked up, and pulled me closer. "I just love you is all." He finally settled for the simplest words, and they were enough to make a hot tears trickle out of my eyes and slide down my cheek.
"I love you too." I whispered, and that was the end of that conversation. Alex pulled me up and began to kiss me, kiss me like he really meant it – the kind of touch that you feel right down to your toes and back.
"I don’t really think we’ve made love till the suns gone down." he said, making me laugh as he fumbled with my wimple cotton dress. It wasn’t rushed though – whenever we did the deed we were always slow, careful, loving.
"We’ll have to fix that." And then there were no more words - only grunts and moans and cries and the sound of love’s music.
I could have been killed because of Alex. He could have been killed because of me. Our being together was wrong, so against the rules, that the decision of love could put our whole lives off balance, and the whole world off tilt. But we stuck with it. You know why? Because love conquers all. It really is true. Love makes the world go round.
Alex and I talked through the night. And after that, we made love. We were totally as one, in the silence, with only the sight of soft golden bodies tangled up collectively on the white sand, together and meaningful and in love more than ever, to show the world that we exist.