She looked up, and their eyes met. Kerry's expression eased into one of tired affection, and she reached out with her free hand capturing Dar's fingers and simply clasping them.
The warmth of it made her smile. The sweetness of the moment made her focus intently on it, savoring the strength of Kerry's fingers curled around hers, and the spicy scent of the soup and the knowledge that there were hours and hours left before the sun would rise and bring another day.
Time to hoard every moment of it.
Chapter Thirteen
A FLARE OF brilliant light and a crash brought Dar awake with a painful suddenness. The echoes of the sound ringing in her ears as she instinctively reached for Kerry just as another flash lit the room followed instantly by a window rattling boom.
Without really thinking, Dar bundled her nearly startled witless partner in the sheets and rolled off the bed, landing them both on the floor on the side away from the window.
"Hey!" Kerry yelped. "What the hell is going on?"
Dar frantically tried to untangle herself from the sheets as her brain finally woke up and placed the sound, and the lights, and the rumble into a familiar context. Then she stopped, and slumped to the floor, her head thunking against the carpet as she let out a groan. "Son of a bitch."
Thunder rumbled again, and Kerry struggled up onto one elbow, raking the hair from her eyes as she peered around. "Thunderstorm?"
"Thunderstorm," Dar confirmed, as she listened to rain pelt the window. "Sorry about that."
Kerry sat up cautiously untangling her legs from her partner's.Aside from the bursts of lightning, it was dark inside the room and a glance at the clock confirmed her suspicions that it was far from dawn.
She groaned, and settled back down on her side, pillowing her head on Dar's stomach. She could hear Dar's heartbeat slowing and she closed her eyes, willing her own to stop racing. She thought she might have been dreaming, though she couldn't really remember anything.
She had that odd sense of disassociation that usually meant she had been though. Not a bad one--probably one of those hazy, weird dreams she sometimes had where she was running around in a forest chasing rabbits.
No idea what that was all about but Kerry greatly preferred them to the darker ones that made her wake shaking or in tears.
Bleah.
She felt Dar's fingers slide through her hair and scratch gently across her scalp. "Well, that sure wasn't the way I like to wake up."
"Me either," Dar agreed mournfully. "I don't know what in the hell I was thinking."
"You were thinking there was a bomb going off outside and we needed to be out of the way which we are. But now that it's just Mother Nature scaring the crap out of us, we can probably get back up where it's more comfortable, huh?"
"Yeah." Dar pushed herself up into a sitting position, as Kerry did the same. They got to their knees and stood up. Kerry crawled back into bed while her partner pulled the covers back up off the floor and settled them over her. "I see my PDA flashing. Let me see what's up since I know that's not you."
"Not me." Kerry agreed, snuggling back into a comfortable position and wrapping one arm around her pillow. She watched Dar walk over to the dresser and pick up the flashing device, her body outlined in flashes of silver from the window.
Mm. "What's up?" Kerry asked.
Dar brought the PDA back over to the bed and sat down on it, handing it over to her partner before she got under the covers and reclaimed her pillow. "Hurricane Gabrielle, crossing Florida."
"Great." Kerry thumbed through the message. "Glad we're not in Disney World. I forgot all about the damn storm. It won't come up here,will it?"
"With our luck?" Dar put her arm around Kerry and snuggled up to her. "Probably be a category five with a tidal wave." She exhaled."Damn. Now I've got a headache from waking up like that."
Kerry studied the PDA. "Hon, you got another message here. I think it's from our network vendor buddy." She passed the PDA over her shoulder.
"Read it to me." Dar nuzzled the back of Kerry's neck. "I'm sure it's bad news anyway."
Kerry cleared her throat. "Dar--I'm in Bethesda at Lockheed Martin. I had a five-hour meeting with the folks here, and once they got past asking me not if I was crazy, but how crazy was I, not to mention how crazy you were, we got to talking. "
"Sounds like fun." Dar mumbled.
"It gets better." Kerry promised. "Sort of." She scrolled down.
"Everyone agrees there's no way to develop an optics that'll handle the specifications of multimode over that distance."
Dar lifted her head. "That's better?" she asked, her voice rising.
"Put a sock in it, Roberts. Let me finish." Kerry chided her. "Here we go. But when I told them what the stakes were, they called in a couple of specialists who agreed to see what they could come up with."
"Peh." Dar put her head back down. "In two years we'll hear of some military application for an optic that can go ten miles on multi-mode."
"One of these guys," Kerry went on, undeterred, "is the guy who figured out how to make the Hubble work after they sent it up with a bad shaped mirror."
"Peh."
"Anyway, I'll know more in the morning. I'm gonna go get some coffee and find a chaise lounge somewhere. Hope you all are doing good up there." Kerry finished and half turned, putting her hand on Dar's hip. "Honey, at least he's trying. It's 4:00 a.m., and he's at some think tank working to get help for us."
"I know." Dar relented. "I'm just in a bad mood. My head hurts and I feel like a moron for pulling us both out of the bed. And I was having a nightmare."
Kerry set the PDA aside and turned over, facing her partner. She gently pushed the unruly hair from Dar's eyes and stroked her cheek. "Want some Advil?"
Dar's expression shifted and she produced a mild grin. "Got everything I want right here in bed with me."
Aw. Kerry was charmed both by the sentiment and the almost shy look in her partner's eyes. "You know what? I just remembered. I was dreaming about you when you woke me up."
"Me?"
"Mm hm." Kerry traced one of Dar's eyebrows with a fingertip. "We were celebrating something in some cabin somewhere. I have no idea what. But you gave me this really pretty carved wooden bird, and we were laughing like crazy about it."
"What was so funny about it?" Dar asked. "Did it have two heads or something?"
"I don't know." Kerry put her head down on the pillow. "There was a fire in the fireplace, and I could smell the trees outside, but I don't know where we were or why that bird was so funny," she admitted."You have such a beautiful laugh."
Dar's brow wrinkled a little. "No I don't."
"In my dream you did." Kerry disagreed. "And you really do.love your laugh."
Dar stretched and relaxed against the bed. "Trying to make me feel better?"
"Working?"
Dar's brief grin altered into a true smile. "The thunder was worth it." She tucked her arm under her pillow and let her body relax, hoping her now buzzing brain would settle down and let her get a few more hours sleep.
She felt Kerry's hand touch her cheek and with no further words,the gentle stroking against her skin spoke as loudly as her partner ever could.
What a gift. Dar closed her eyes, feeling the faintest of stings. How many people had woken together last Tuesday, had a little pillow talk, gotten up, gone to work and then hours later found themselves forever sundered from this gift they probably hadn't thought twice about when they'd left the house.