Post by MDGeistMD02 on Mar 19, 2015 1:18:30 GMT -6
For those reading Being a Saint, there are
MASSIVE SPOILERS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Spade let the hot water rinse away the last of the soot and grime. The shootout with the Ronin had ended, and Mr. Kind hadn’t been too happy with her interference.
She scoffed; he should be thanking her. If it wasn’t for her, he may have gotten killed.
As she turned off the faucet and let the water finish dripping from her, she mulled over the events from earlier. After a moment, she scowled. Okay, maybe he was doing alright by himself. Maybe he had the situation under control. Maybe she was the one who almost got killed. Maybe he had to rescue her.
Maybe.
A sanctimonious bastard is what he was. Berating her for her involvement. He seemed particularly upset when his car got trashed, which she could understand. Afterwards he seemed relieved when he saw her alive, but then started yelling at her again.
“Ugh, he drives me nuts,” she muttered to herself as she wiped the steam from the mirror and looked at her reflection, distorted slightly by the water that still clung to the mirror’s surface.
Her dark wavy hair was now a black tangled mass plastered to her head. She towel-dried it quickly, but didn’t bother trying to fix it up, or even use a blow-dryer. She just wanted to lay down somewhere and forget about the earlier incidents of the day.
Wrapping herself in a long white robe - which was remarkably comfy truth be told - she left the warm bathroom and moved out into the spacious open living area. More of a combination game room and entertainment area, the place was huge.
Dyson was behind the bar pouring himself a drink, his Aviators resting on the countertop. She remembered him mentioning something about his eyes, and their inability to stand bright light. Probably explained why the lights were dimmed at the moment.
“Um, my clothes?” she asked quietly as she looked around the open area, glancing from the large white couch to one of the side tables and chairs.
“They were filthy, so I had the hotel staff clean them for you,” was his reply. “It shouldn’t be more than a couple of hours.”
She sighed deeply.
“Fucking great,” she muttered to herself, low enough that he couldn’t hear. “Now I’m stuck here.”
A stroke of lightning flashed outside, drawing her attention. She moved to the broad bay window overlooking the coast.
“Well, I guess we can play cards,” she joked off-handedly. “Or something to pass the time.”
Storm clouds were brewing. The area outside was illuminated briefly by a second flash of lightning, making the coast, the grey sky, the water, and even the tiny boats far below visible for a brief instant. The lightning faded and the interior lamps of the penthouse reflecting off the glass obscured the outside view, but it revealed something else.
She could see the outline of Mr. Kind as he slowly approached her from behind. As he got closer, his image became clearer, more distinct. She hadn’t noticed before, but he was wearing only a pair of black jeans and a black button-down shirt. The shirt wasn’t tucked in, and lay completely open. As he got closer still, she noticed an odd design on the bare part of his chest, half-covered by his shirt. A tattoo perhaps…?
“Or something,” he echoed, his voice low and purring, with just an edge of danger to it.
It dawned on her how alone they were and her senses became acutely aware. She heard each step he made, drawing closer to her. She could smell the barest hint of the spicy cologne he wore – the one Dice bragged about so much. She felt a stirring as he closed the distance.
“You could have been badly injured, or worse. Possibly killed.” He was nearly upon her. “I’m overjoyed you were not, but perhaps I displayed my relief rather poorly.”
The air conditioner suddenly kicked on, and a vent near the floor blew across her legs. The unexpected sound and frigid air made her shudder. She realized at that moment she had been holding her breath. A tumble of her wet hair fell across her neck, sending a slight chill through her and she gasped.
Holy shit this is really happening…
Then suddenly the hair was brushed aside, and his lips were upon her.
“Allow me to rectify my error,” he whispered into her skin.
Her eyes closed as her breath caught in her throat. His teeth ran along her neck and down her shoulder, slightly raking her skin still soft and sensitive from the hot shower. Unconsciously, she pulled the robe away from her shoulders, baring more of her skin for him, wanting him to touch her – almost needing it.
This had better not be a dream…
He obliged her, moving his fingers gently along her neck, then down her shoulder and across her sides. He gently traced the outer edge of her breast, exciting the sensitive skin there. His free hand wove through her damp hair, moving it up and away to expose the back of her neck completely. He made room for his lips to brush across her flesh, slowly working his way down the middle of her back.
She was torn between leaning backwards into him and arching her back at the sensations he created. He lightly nipped near her shoulder-blades, raking the sensitive skin again. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass as a slight moan escaped her lips.
The noise seemed to amuse him, and she heard him utter a low, almost sinister chuckle. The fingers in her hair tightened, his hold on her side became firm, then he turned her around to face him.
“I…” was all she managed.
She looked up into his face, into those fierce eyes. A domineering, powerful presence - almost predatory - burned within those cornflower blue eyes. The pure intensity was stronger than anything she had seen before: desire and an almost primal lust. She inhaled sharply, her eyes widened just a bit - a momentary hesitation, not fear so much as uncertainty. Before she realized it she was lifting her chin… offering herself to him.
Watching as one of the most dangerous men in the city leaned down towards her, she parted her lips in expectation. Right before they met he turned his head, his own lips brushing against her jaw, passing lower and then he was on her neck again. Her eyes shut, her head bowed back as he was kissing her, tasting her, biting into her flesh. She moaned again as he continued; the robe slipped even further down as he pressed forward, pushing her against the window.
A flash of lightning streaked across the sky as her back, almost completely bare, was braced against the cold glass. A rumble of accompanying thunder shook the building sending shudders across her back that matched those her own body made at his touch; she was trapped between two powerful, commanding forces of nature.
She managed to finally work a hand up to his neck. Her fingers snaked through his black hair, pulling him down harder upon her. Her other hand pressed against his chest, feeling his firm body, then her fingers probed under his shirt, gliding across his side, moving to his back where her nails dug in.
She could only clench her fingers into his skin as he continued; his lips were maddening, raw and demanding against her. She gritted her teeth to silence a louder moan as he continued biting, ‘marking’ her, while his hands, rough and sure, moved about her.
God, don’t ever stop.
She wrapped her leg around his, holding him tight as his weight kept her pinned against the glass. The forgotten robe finally fell to the floor, no longer needed.
A low noise, almost a growl, rumbled deep in his chest as she put herself completely at his mercy. He could easily kill a person in one quick movement with his bare hands. Regardless, she somehow felt safe, appreciating how elegant, how beautiful, how skilled those hands could be. One was gliding up her outer thigh dragging her to him, while the other explored her side and front - their movements smooth, precise, demanding.
Her thoughts became a blur as she gave herself over to the moment, over to him. She allowed him to explore her, to take control. Pure passion overwhelmed everything. Then suddenly he paused. He pulled back so he could gaze upon her. Through half-closed lids she watched him and after much effort she managed to strangle out a single word:
“Please?”
His eyes flashed then and a dangerous smile twisted the lips that had been ravishing her a moment earlier. He shifted and then he lifted her up, cradling her in his arms. He carried her to the white couch, where he sat her gently down.
She reached up to him as he shrugged off his shirt. Her fingertips raked his torso, down past his navel to the top of his jeans. She managed to grab the button, but anticipation and desire finally got the better of her. Her fingers began trembling and the blasted thing wouldn’t unhook. Impatience began to build.
What the fuck?! I’ve waited all this time for him, now finally… FINALLY I have him here, and this fucking thing is just GOING to piss me off.
“Having difficulties?” he purred lowly.
“No,” she lied.
“Well, if you don’t want us to proceed, I suppose we can stop…” he trailed off with a smirk.
Her face twisted in frustration.
“No, you’re not gonna get outta this-”
He knelt down in front of her.
“Stop. Relax.” He leaned forward and pulled her hands from his jeans.
“Please, jus-mmph!” He cut off her complaint as his lips pressed firmly onto hers. She moaned lightly into his mouth at his passionate kiss. He placed a hand at the small of her back and eased her gently down as their lips fervently sparred, the kiss deepening as they did so. Her nails scratched possessively across his body, his arms and torso bearing the brunt of her assault.
He broke the kiss and moved his lips lower, down her chin, along her throat. He brushed them against her collarbone, occasionally nipping her skin. He worked lower still, tracing the tip of his tongue between her breasts and down to her stomach. Her back arched again as he kissed her belly button then encircled it with his tongue.
She brought one hand up and bit the back of it as he went lower still, kissing her once again. Her other hand darted out, fingers digging into his hair, clenching tight as she pushed her hips up towards him. Then he hesitated and with a smirk blew gently across her belly. She shuddered and uttered some odd squeak-moan sound.
“Oh my Christ, do something!” she demanded as she pulled her hand from her mouth.
He ceased his activities then crawled slowly onto the couch. He moved over her and looked down, every bit the predator eyeing his prey. He reached down with one hand, unfastened his jeans, and pulled the cloth away. His skin was cool against the heat that was her own.
“Is this what you want then?” he asked with that hot purring thing he always did.
She nodded quickly, gazing up at him in wonder. He eased down then, touching her, stroking her… and then he slowly slid into her.
A shuddering gasp forced itself free of her lips. Her head bowed back again, eyes squeezing tightly shut. She wrapped her legs around his hips pulling him further in. He moved, slow and sure. Her nails dug so hard into the couch, she almost tore the fabric. Everything... everything happened just right, and then her world exploded.
…
…
…
The lightest sound, a slight clinking, awoke her.
“Mmm?” she stirred slowly, the haze of her euphoric afterglow still lingered. She hummed as she traced a fingernail across her collarbone.
Was she is heaven? She definitely felt like it. Her bleary eyes glanced about. The white robe was spread across her like a blanket as she lay upon the soft white couch; she was wrapped in a fluffy white cloud. She chuckled to herself. Maybe she was in heaven after all.
She blinked and lifted her head to look around the dimly lit area. Outside the storm had passed, but the grey clouds still hovered. However, it was the figure relaxing in a chair near the couch that drew her attention.
He was leaning back in a chair moved up close to her position, one foot propped up on the couch itself. He was wearing his jeans again and his gaze was fixed upon her, those intense cornflower blue eyes were unwavering. She watched him watching her, then finally she spoke.
“Um, hello. So, yeah, that happened.” She sighed. Fucking Shakespeare you aren’t, dumbass, she berated herself.
He smirked at her and lifted a glass to take a quick drink, the ice hitting the side.
-k-clink-
Ah, there was the sound that awoke her.
“That was nice,” she continued on, holding the robe close.
“Indeed,” he said quietly then drained the glass.
“So now what? Am I just a prize?”
His eyes narrowed.
“Hardly.” He sat upright with an almost annoyed look on his face, paused a moment, then leaned forward. “At worst you are a treasure to be sought after with much passion and effort. At best, you are one of the most beautiful, one of the most fascinating creatures I have ever had the pleasure of encountering.”
She blinked as she allowed the compliment to sink in.
“Wow,” she muttered. “That was, uh, yeah. You could give Blake a run for his money in the dangerously charming department.”
A questioning look creased his features as he sat upright again.
“Huh?” she leaned up on an elbow. “What? No. Blake’s just a friend. I’m not with anyone.”
He smirked again.
“I truly find that difficult to believe.”
“No no, it’s true,” she assured him. “I’m totally available, for like anything. Uh, anytime.” She paused a moment, then rubbed her temple quickly. “Fuck, sounding a bit desperate there, huh?”
“You’re fine.”
She nodded, before a stray mischievous thought crossed her mind.
“In that case, I’m a bit cold,” she said with a smirk of her own.
“You wish for me to turn off the air conditioning?”
“Not what I meant,” she replied. “I just need something to keep me warm.”
“That’s why I draped the robe over you.”
She sighed, unwrapped the robe from her body and promptly kicked it off the couch.
“Oops!” she said, smiling.
He shook his head, then slowly leaned towards her. She watched as he eased out of his chair and knelt next to the couch. He placed his glass upon the floor, then reached out to her. He cradled the back of her head and pulled her forward. His lips brushed up against hers ever so lightly. She tried to kiss him but he leaned back just out of reach, a dark grin upon his face.
“Don’t tease, damn it,” she complained.
“Fine then,” he muttered as he pushed her down upon her back, and captured her lips with his own. His earlier passion hadn’t diminished in the slightest. She reached up and traced her hand upon his cheek then along his neck and finally his shoulders, exploring him as the long kiss continued for several moments.
He shifted and suddenly she felt something warm and fluffy rub against her stomach. He pulled back, breaking their kiss. As he knelt there looking down upon her, he indicated the object. It was that damn white robe again.
“There,” he said in a dry tone. “Try not to lose it this time.”
A grimace twisted her lips as he stood up and out of her reach.
“Seriously?” she grumbled.
She wrapped the robe about her body again – she actually was a bit cold, especially without him there to warm her up. She pouted then her face took on a pensive look.
“I was kinda hoping for a round two,” she said quietly.
He chuckled again and then moved over to the bar. She rolled on her stomach and watched him with a scowl.
“I don’t think it was funny.”
“As I recall,” he said as he turned back to her, “we already had a ‘round two’. A ‘three’ and ‘four’ as well.”
A genuine smile lit up her face, as she laughed.
“Yeah, that was nice,” she mused nibbling her bottom lip at the thought. Then she shook her head. “Already said that, didn’t I?”
“I believe you did,” he replied as he picked up a laminated sheet that was lying on the counter.
She frowned, crossed her arms on the couch, and laid her head upon them.
“So I guess that’s it, then,” the disappointment in her voice not quite concealed. “Back to ‘business as usual’ then?”
His eyes narrowed in irritation as he glanced at her.
“For someone so full of life, you repeatedly prove to be quite fatalistic in your outlook.”
She lifted her head.
“So full of life?”
“Indeed.” He moved back to the couch, and sat next to her. He eased his fingertips gently across her back, and up to her neck. She shut her eyes, enjoying his touch. “You are very passionate about everything you involve yourself in. Whether it be dealing with the Ronin, carrying on a conversation, or arguing as I have discovered to my regret.”
She snickered then looked at him.
“Even this,” he uttered quietly as he pulled her up to him, kissing her once more.
After a moment, she leaned back with a dreamy smirk.
“I just…” she began then shook her head. “Forget it.”
“Tell me,” he said, a slight hint of annoyance in his own voice.
“I’ll sound needy, pathetic. And well, I have a bit more pride than that.”
“Tell. Me.”
“Fine,” she sighed and indicated the sheet in his hand. “At the moment, you seem more interested in whatever that is, is all.”
“I am,” he agreed as he flipped the page around so she could see it. It was a menu. “I’m hungry. I was thinking about ordering something. Would you care for something as well?”
“Oh.” She felt rather embarrassed and glanced over the sheet, suddenly realizing she was quite hungry at the moment. Her eyes stopped at STEAK. “Oh hell yeah!” She blinked. “I mean, uh, sure.”
He shook his head.
“They don’t have any dessert though,” she noted sadly.
“Oh there’s a whole page just for that,” he said with a nod.
“Awesome!” she said enthusiastically, then she climbed to her knees, and encircled his shoulders with her arms. His spicy scent still lingered as she nipped into his back. “Maybe when we’re done sating one hunger, we can go back to sating another? Round five?”
She felt his shoulders rumble as he tried to suppress a quiet laugh. Then he turned in her arms to lock those beautiful eyes with hers once again, as he pulled her up against him.
“I think that would be an excellent idea.”
MASSIVE SPOILERS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Spade let the hot water rinse away the last of the soot and grime. The shootout with the Ronin had ended, and Mr. Kind hadn’t been too happy with her interference.
She scoffed; he should be thanking her. If it wasn’t for her, he may have gotten killed.
As she turned off the faucet and let the water finish dripping from her, she mulled over the events from earlier. After a moment, she scowled. Okay, maybe he was doing alright by himself. Maybe he had the situation under control. Maybe she was the one who almost got killed. Maybe he had to rescue her.
Maybe.
A sanctimonious bastard is what he was. Berating her for her involvement. He seemed particularly upset when his car got trashed, which she could understand. Afterwards he seemed relieved when he saw her alive, but then started yelling at her again.
“Ugh, he drives me nuts,” she muttered to herself as she wiped the steam from the mirror and looked at her reflection, distorted slightly by the water that still clung to the mirror’s surface.
Her dark wavy hair was now a black tangled mass plastered to her head. She towel-dried it quickly, but didn’t bother trying to fix it up, or even use a blow-dryer. She just wanted to lay down somewhere and forget about the earlier incidents of the day.
Wrapping herself in a long white robe - which was remarkably comfy truth be told - she left the warm bathroom and moved out into the spacious open living area. More of a combination game room and entertainment area, the place was huge.
Dyson was behind the bar pouring himself a drink, his Aviators resting on the countertop. She remembered him mentioning something about his eyes, and their inability to stand bright light. Probably explained why the lights were dimmed at the moment.
“Um, my clothes?” she asked quietly as she looked around the open area, glancing from the large white couch to one of the side tables and chairs.
“They were filthy, so I had the hotel staff clean them for you,” was his reply. “It shouldn’t be more than a couple of hours.”
She sighed deeply.
“Fucking great,” she muttered to herself, low enough that he couldn’t hear. “Now I’m stuck here.”
A stroke of lightning flashed outside, drawing her attention. She moved to the broad bay window overlooking the coast.
“Well, I guess we can play cards,” she joked off-handedly. “Or something to pass the time.”
Storm clouds were brewing. The area outside was illuminated briefly by a second flash of lightning, making the coast, the grey sky, the water, and even the tiny boats far below visible for a brief instant. The lightning faded and the interior lamps of the penthouse reflecting off the glass obscured the outside view, but it revealed something else.
She could see the outline of Mr. Kind as he slowly approached her from behind. As he got closer, his image became clearer, more distinct. She hadn’t noticed before, but he was wearing only a pair of black jeans and a black button-down shirt. The shirt wasn’t tucked in, and lay completely open. As he got closer still, she noticed an odd design on the bare part of his chest, half-covered by his shirt. A tattoo perhaps…?
“Or something,” he echoed, his voice low and purring, with just an edge of danger to it.
It dawned on her how alone they were and her senses became acutely aware. She heard each step he made, drawing closer to her. She could smell the barest hint of the spicy cologne he wore – the one Dice bragged about so much. She felt a stirring as he closed the distance.
“You could have been badly injured, or worse. Possibly killed.” He was nearly upon her. “I’m overjoyed you were not, but perhaps I displayed my relief rather poorly.”
The air conditioner suddenly kicked on, and a vent near the floor blew across her legs. The unexpected sound and frigid air made her shudder. She realized at that moment she had been holding her breath. A tumble of her wet hair fell across her neck, sending a slight chill through her and she gasped.
Holy shit this is really happening…
Then suddenly the hair was brushed aside, and his lips were upon her.
“Allow me to rectify my error,” he whispered into her skin.
Her eyes closed as her breath caught in her throat. His teeth ran along her neck and down her shoulder, slightly raking her skin still soft and sensitive from the hot shower. Unconsciously, she pulled the robe away from her shoulders, baring more of her skin for him, wanting him to touch her – almost needing it.
This had better not be a dream…
He obliged her, moving his fingers gently along her neck, then down her shoulder and across her sides. He gently traced the outer edge of her breast, exciting the sensitive skin there. His free hand wove through her damp hair, moving it up and away to expose the back of her neck completely. He made room for his lips to brush across her flesh, slowly working his way down the middle of her back.
She was torn between leaning backwards into him and arching her back at the sensations he created. He lightly nipped near her shoulder-blades, raking the sensitive skin again. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass as a slight moan escaped her lips.
The noise seemed to amuse him, and she heard him utter a low, almost sinister chuckle. The fingers in her hair tightened, his hold on her side became firm, then he turned her around to face him.
“I…” was all she managed.
She looked up into his face, into those fierce eyes. A domineering, powerful presence - almost predatory - burned within those cornflower blue eyes. The pure intensity was stronger than anything she had seen before: desire and an almost primal lust. She inhaled sharply, her eyes widened just a bit - a momentary hesitation, not fear so much as uncertainty. Before she realized it she was lifting her chin… offering herself to him.
Watching as one of the most dangerous men in the city leaned down towards her, she parted her lips in expectation. Right before they met he turned his head, his own lips brushing against her jaw, passing lower and then he was on her neck again. Her eyes shut, her head bowed back as he was kissing her, tasting her, biting into her flesh. She moaned again as he continued; the robe slipped even further down as he pressed forward, pushing her against the window.
A flash of lightning streaked across the sky as her back, almost completely bare, was braced against the cold glass. A rumble of accompanying thunder shook the building sending shudders across her back that matched those her own body made at his touch; she was trapped between two powerful, commanding forces of nature.
She managed to finally work a hand up to his neck. Her fingers snaked through his black hair, pulling him down harder upon her. Her other hand pressed against his chest, feeling his firm body, then her fingers probed under his shirt, gliding across his side, moving to his back where her nails dug in.
She could only clench her fingers into his skin as he continued; his lips were maddening, raw and demanding against her. She gritted her teeth to silence a louder moan as he continued biting, ‘marking’ her, while his hands, rough and sure, moved about her.
God, don’t ever stop.
She wrapped her leg around his, holding him tight as his weight kept her pinned against the glass. The forgotten robe finally fell to the floor, no longer needed.
A low noise, almost a growl, rumbled deep in his chest as she put herself completely at his mercy. He could easily kill a person in one quick movement with his bare hands. Regardless, she somehow felt safe, appreciating how elegant, how beautiful, how skilled those hands could be. One was gliding up her outer thigh dragging her to him, while the other explored her side and front - their movements smooth, precise, demanding.
Her thoughts became a blur as she gave herself over to the moment, over to him. She allowed him to explore her, to take control. Pure passion overwhelmed everything. Then suddenly he paused. He pulled back so he could gaze upon her. Through half-closed lids she watched him and after much effort she managed to strangle out a single word:
“Please?”
His eyes flashed then and a dangerous smile twisted the lips that had been ravishing her a moment earlier. He shifted and then he lifted her up, cradling her in his arms. He carried her to the white couch, where he sat her gently down.
She reached up to him as he shrugged off his shirt. Her fingertips raked his torso, down past his navel to the top of his jeans. She managed to grab the button, but anticipation and desire finally got the better of her. Her fingers began trembling and the blasted thing wouldn’t unhook. Impatience began to build.
What the fuck?! I’ve waited all this time for him, now finally… FINALLY I have him here, and this fucking thing is just GOING to piss me off.
“Having difficulties?” he purred lowly.
“No,” she lied.
“Well, if you don’t want us to proceed, I suppose we can stop…” he trailed off with a smirk.
Her face twisted in frustration.
“No, you’re not gonna get outta this-”
He knelt down in front of her.
“Stop. Relax.” He leaned forward and pulled her hands from his jeans.
“Please, jus-mmph!” He cut off her complaint as his lips pressed firmly onto hers. She moaned lightly into his mouth at his passionate kiss. He placed a hand at the small of her back and eased her gently down as their lips fervently sparred, the kiss deepening as they did so. Her nails scratched possessively across his body, his arms and torso bearing the brunt of her assault.
He broke the kiss and moved his lips lower, down her chin, along her throat. He brushed them against her collarbone, occasionally nipping her skin. He worked lower still, tracing the tip of his tongue between her breasts and down to her stomach. Her back arched again as he kissed her belly button then encircled it with his tongue.
She brought one hand up and bit the back of it as he went lower still, kissing her once again. Her other hand darted out, fingers digging into his hair, clenching tight as she pushed her hips up towards him. Then he hesitated and with a smirk blew gently across her belly. She shuddered and uttered some odd squeak-moan sound.
“Oh my Christ, do something!” she demanded as she pulled her hand from her mouth.
He ceased his activities then crawled slowly onto the couch. He moved over her and looked down, every bit the predator eyeing his prey. He reached down with one hand, unfastened his jeans, and pulled the cloth away. His skin was cool against the heat that was her own.
“Is this what you want then?” he asked with that hot purring thing he always did.
She nodded quickly, gazing up at him in wonder. He eased down then, touching her, stroking her… and then he slowly slid into her.
A shuddering gasp forced itself free of her lips. Her head bowed back again, eyes squeezing tightly shut. She wrapped her legs around his hips pulling him further in. He moved, slow and sure. Her nails dug so hard into the couch, she almost tore the fabric. Everything... everything happened just right, and then her world exploded.
…
…
…
The lightest sound, a slight clinking, awoke her.
“Mmm?” she stirred slowly, the haze of her euphoric afterglow still lingered. She hummed as she traced a fingernail across her collarbone.
Was she is heaven? She definitely felt like it. Her bleary eyes glanced about. The white robe was spread across her like a blanket as she lay upon the soft white couch; she was wrapped in a fluffy white cloud. She chuckled to herself. Maybe she was in heaven after all.
She blinked and lifted her head to look around the dimly lit area. Outside the storm had passed, but the grey clouds still hovered. However, it was the figure relaxing in a chair near the couch that drew her attention.
He was leaning back in a chair moved up close to her position, one foot propped up on the couch itself. He was wearing his jeans again and his gaze was fixed upon her, those intense cornflower blue eyes were unwavering. She watched him watching her, then finally she spoke.
“Um, hello. So, yeah, that happened.” She sighed. Fucking Shakespeare you aren’t, dumbass, she berated herself.
He smirked at her and lifted a glass to take a quick drink, the ice hitting the side.
-k-clink-
Ah, there was the sound that awoke her.
“That was nice,” she continued on, holding the robe close.
“Indeed,” he said quietly then drained the glass.
“So now what? Am I just a prize?”
His eyes narrowed.
“Hardly.” He sat upright with an almost annoyed look on his face, paused a moment, then leaned forward. “At worst you are a treasure to be sought after with much passion and effort. At best, you are one of the most beautiful, one of the most fascinating creatures I have ever had the pleasure of encountering.”
She blinked as she allowed the compliment to sink in.
“Wow,” she muttered. “That was, uh, yeah. You could give Blake a run for his money in the dangerously charming department.”
A questioning look creased his features as he sat upright again.
“Huh?” she leaned up on an elbow. “What? No. Blake’s just a friend. I’m not with anyone.”
He smirked again.
“I truly find that difficult to believe.”
“No no, it’s true,” she assured him. “I’m totally available, for like anything. Uh, anytime.” She paused a moment, then rubbed her temple quickly. “Fuck, sounding a bit desperate there, huh?”
“You’re fine.”
She nodded, before a stray mischievous thought crossed her mind.
“In that case, I’m a bit cold,” she said with a smirk of her own.
“You wish for me to turn off the air conditioning?”
“Not what I meant,” she replied. “I just need something to keep me warm.”
“That’s why I draped the robe over you.”
She sighed, unwrapped the robe from her body and promptly kicked it off the couch.
“Oops!” she said, smiling.
He shook his head, then slowly leaned towards her. She watched as he eased out of his chair and knelt next to the couch. He placed his glass upon the floor, then reached out to her. He cradled the back of her head and pulled her forward. His lips brushed up against hers ever so lightly. She tried to kiss him but he leaned back just out of reach, a dark grin upon his face.
“Don’t tease, damn it,” she complained.
“Fine then,” he muttered as he pushed her down upon her back, and captured her lips with his own. His earlier passion hadn’t diminished in the slightest. She reached up and traced her hand upon his cheek then along his neck and finally his shoulders, exploring him as the long kiss continued for several moments.
He shifted and suddenly she felt something warm and fluffy rub against her stomach. He pulled back, breaking their kiss. As he knelt there looking down upon her, he indicated the object. It was that damn white robe again.
“There,” he said in a dry tone. “Try not to lose it this time.”
A grimace twisted her lips as he stood up and out of her reach.
“Seriously?” she grumbled.
She wrapped the robe about her body again – she actually was a bit cold, especially without him there to warm her up. She pouted then her face took on a pensive look.
“I was kinda hoping for a round two,” she said quietly.
He chuckled again and then moved over to the bar. She rolled on her stomach and watched him with a scowl.
“I don’t think it was funny.”
“As I recall,” he said as he turned back to her, “we already had a ‘round two’. A ‘three’ and ‘four’ as well.”
A genuine smile lit up her face, as she laughed.
“Yeah, that was nice,” she mused nibbling her bottom lip at the thought. Then she shook her head. “Already said that, didn’t I?”
“I believe you did,” he replied as he picked up a laminated sheet that was lying on the counter.
She frowned, crossed her arms on the couch, and laid her head upon them.
“So I guess that’s it, then,” the disappointment in her voice not quite concealed. “Back to ‘business as usual’ then?”
His eyes narrowed in irritation as he glanced at her.
“For someone so full of life, you repeatedly prove to be quite fatalistic in your outlook.”
She lifted her head.
“So full of life?”
“Indeed.” He moved back to the couch, and sat next to her. He eased his fingertips gently across her back, and up to her neck. She shut her eyes, enjoying his touch. “You are very passionate about everything you involve yourself in. Whether it be dealing with the Ronin, carrying on a conversation, or arguing as I have discovered to my regret.”
She snickered then looked at him.
“Even this,” he uttered quietly as he pulled her up to him, kissing her once more.
After a moment, she leaned back with a dreamy smirk.
“I just…” she began then shook her head. “Forget it.”
“Tell me,” he said, a slight hint of annoyance in his own voice.
“I’ll sound needy, pathetic. And well, I have a bit more pride than that.”
“Tell. Me.”
“Fine,” she sighed and indicated the sheet in his hand. “At the moment, you seem more interested in whatever that is, is all.”
“I am,” he agreed as he flipped the page around so she could see it. It was a menu. “I’m hungry. I was thinking about ordering something. Would you care for something as well?”
“Oh.” She felt rather embarrassed and glanced over the sheet, suddenly realizing she was quite hungry at the moment. Her eyes stopped at STEAK. “Oh hell yeah!” She blinked. “I mean, uh, sure.”
He shook his head.
“They don’t have any dessert though,” she noted sadly.
“Oh there’s a whole page just for that,” he said with a nod.
“Awesome!” she said enthusiastically, then she climbed to her knees, and encircled his shoulders with her arms. His spicy scent still lingered as she nipped into his back. “Maybe when we’re done sating one hunger, we can go back to sating another? Round five?”
She felt his shoulders rumble as he tried to suppress a quiet laugh. Then he turned in her arms to lock those beautiful eyes with hers once again, as he pulled her up against him.
“I think that would be an excellent idea.”
