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Date Posted: 13:32:11 11/09/03 Sun
Author: Yarvarni
Subject: 10 Rated R for a little wishful steam ;-)
In reply to: Yarvarni 's message, "Witchblade/The Pretender Crossover" on 22:29:45 11/04/03 Tue

I don't own them but I'm having fun playing twith them...glad you are enjoying my game as well....


Sara eventually escaped from the 11th about 7:00. Jake was such a doofus at times, all it took was a pack of nabs and a cup of coffee to get Spence to spill his guts about the dead hooker. Jake had seen her and Danny work Spence a dozen times, he didn't even offer any incentive to the guy, stupid. There was no reason for her to get called in. Rookie mistake....Jake was never going to break the rookie mold if he didn't take some initiative, he was all too happy to hang onto her or Danny's coat tails. She got ambushed by Vicky Po. It took Sara an hour to get away from her chatty friend. She loved Vic but it seemed like she'd been storing up gossip over the week and had no one to share it with. Finally she got back to her apartment, checked mail, paid bills, then packed a bag and headed back to the mansion. She and Ian had been playing phone tag all afternoon. She was waved through at the gate when she pulled up. Ian usually kept it open, she assumed it was shut because he had guests. She stowed the Buell in the underground garage taking the elevator to the great room. The house was quiet, she glanced at the mahogany grandfather clock, it was almost 11:45 everyone was probably in bed. She made her way Ian's room, easing the door open, she tiptoed in but soon saw that stealth was unnecessary, Ian was buried under the covers with the tv blaring. She changed into her night clothes, turned the tv off, slipping in bed beside him. Sara spooned up against him slipping an arm around his waist, he murmured her name when she kissed the back of his neck. He shivered she grimaced, not wanting to wake him since a decent nights sleep seemed to be something he didn't get unless it was from total emotional exhaustion. Sara snuggled closer buring her face in his swiftly growing hair that was now long enough to curl in soft waves, reveling in his warmth and scent of his bay rum soap she soon slept.

Wakefullness came in small pleasant degrees. At some point in the night they had shifted and Sara was being spooned by Ian who had his arms firmly wrapped around her and his large hands were under her shirt cupping her bare breasts. A severe case of morning wood was pressed firmly against her buttocks, she was too sleepy to stop the automatic instinct of arching against it to get placement a little closer to where she wanted it most. He edged a leg over, pushing between hers and he now lay hard against her core. If they hadn't been in nightclothes he'd be inside her. She had dreamed about it enough, Ian or someone very like him sliding into her from behind, making slow love to her or someone like her to completion, that dream was one of her favorites. Sara groaned squirming against him. They had decided to go slow but is was hard, and getting harder she chuckled wryly. She had been celibate since the fiasco with Daniel Germaine and Ian Nottingham's innate sensuality and hard body called to her. She needed to extract herself from this tempting postition and take a cold cold shower. It took a while but she escaped the tender tempting trap of his arms. He was still sleeping when she emerged from the bathroom dressed for work, she was relieved, one flash of those whiskey colored bedroom eyes and one little sexy smile and she'd have him on his back satisfying the throb that still remained.

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