VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, [10] ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 19:11:46 01/13/04 Tue
Author: Yarvarni
Subject: 21
In reply to: Yarvarni 's message, "Witchblade/The Pretender Crossover continued" on 20:10:07 12/14/03 Sun

Punch drunk from this new assertive no nonsense Ian, Sara wandered back to the apartment, she didn’t know whether to be annoyed with him or just knock him down and take him then and there. She stopped at a deli and got a couple of sandwiches for her and Jarod, she’d just have to make the best of this situation and hope that they didn’t get caught. Taking a deep breath she unlocked the door to the apartment, “Hi honey, I’m home”, she called out cheerfully.

Jarod eyed her for a moment then held out his hand, “truce?”

“Truce,” she said taking his hand.

“Ian still with us?”

“Yeah,” she chuckled, “he raised his voice to me and shot me down before I knew what was happening then effectively dismissed me from the room. She tossed him a sandwich. “I don’t know whether to slap him or be proud of him.”

Jarod laughed, “he’s finally coming in to his own now that Irons is dead. I’m proud of him but he is getting a little cocky.”

“He said he’d deliver and install the camera around 4:30 and here are the building plans. He’s got it all figured out how to run the equipment from here to there. Have you heard anything?” She asked pointing to the listening devices.

“Nothing, I hope we can get that camera set up before Walter makes it home.”

“I think it will be like a kid setting up a toy train set, he seemed really focused on getting it ready.”

“It’s a compulsion to have the thing perfect. Obsessive compulsive perfectionism is part of our inherent nature.”

The front door buzzer sounded. “Must be our boy.”

“Fisher residence.”

“Cable repairman.”

“I’ll be right down.” Jarod grinned like a big kid as he bounded out the door and down the stairs to get Ian.

Sara had to cover her mouth when she saw Ian enter behind Jarod, he was wearing coveralls, and his curls were shoved up inside a Yankee’s cap. With his little clipboard and tool case he was the consummate professional. He rolled his eyes at her expression before he and Jarod began setting up the camera. Sara sat down on the couch watching the two men work silently. She was still a little ticked at them both but they were attractive men to just sit and watch. Her Ian was certainly a hottie in his overalls, he’d have to keep that out fit just for her. Her Ian? Where had that come from. Yeah, he was her Ian now, she’d finally admitted it to herself.

It didn’t take long for them to finish the job. With the camera up and running, no sign of the boy in the living room, now all they had to do was wait for Walter to show up and let the boy be seen. Ian brushed against her as he put away his tools. “I see you’ve taken a shine to my new apparel? Perhaps I could model it for you sometimes when your husbands not around?” His eyes had a wicked gleam that did funny things to the pit of her stomach. He picked up his tool belt and box nodded towards Jarod and gave her a little bow. She walked him to the door, giving his tight little bottom a pat, her eyes went wide.

“Once a commando, always a commando.” Sara gasped at his daring and his chuckles could be heard down the hall.

“Do I even want to know what that was all about?”

“No, I’m just gonna take my shower before our perp shows up.” Preferably a long cold one.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

[ Contact Forum Admin ]

Forum timezone: GMT-5
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.