Smell of Desire -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 16:43:37 05/11/03 Sun
Author: Spin
Subject: Smell of Desire
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Smell of Desire" on 05:08:13 03/24/03 Mon

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�Do not look back. Do not look back� the mantra continued repeatedly in his mind as Ian left. Carefully placing one foot after another. Resisting the urge to break into a run for the bar or better yet to the first exit he could find. He focused his attention on Lara who, at the moment, stood waiting for him at the bar. Her figure and voice were the only things that was reeling him in back to safety. Finally reaching the bar, he placed his hands flat on the counter, panting as if he had just finished a mile long race rather then the little stroll of a few feet. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his frazzled nerves.

�I suppose you want that drink now don�t you?� Lara asked as she watches him.

Ian impatiently nodded his head, �If you would be so kind, my lady.� Lara grinned as she placed another shot glass onto the counter. As she gathers the required liquor bottles off the shelf behind her, Lara began to speak. �Sure thing Ian. You more then earned it. I for one am very proud of you. You stuck with the game plan and executed it perfectly.� From the corner of her eye, Lara could see Sara getting off her seat, ready to make her way over. �Oh, this is going to be interesting,� she thought. Not wanting to alarm Ian of Sara�s impending presence she concentrated on making his drink.

Ian stared at the tiny glass as Lara filled it up with three different layers alcohol. His brows furrowed as he recognized the drink she had made him. It was the same shot she had drank earlier, the very one with the crude title. �Is this, um, the same drink you had earlier, Lady Lara?�

Lara brows furrowed at Ian�s innocent question. �Never drank before, blushes when complimented about his obvious gorgeous looks, and now he doesn�t swear. Talk about the all around gentleman.� Lara thought. Though gentleman or not it was too much of a temptation not to tease him. She hid her wicked grin and asked, �And what exactly did I drink earlier, Ian?�

Ian raised his eyebrow, mocking Sara�s patented trademark look, �You know exactly what I am referring to, Lady Lara.� She shook her head, �Nope, have no idea what you�re talking about. Why don�t you tell me Ian.� Lara said placing her left hand on the counter her eyes locking with his. It was turning out to be a battle of wills. �Come on, Ian. You know you want to tell me.� She wiggled her eyebrows up and down.

�It would be an insult to say such a boorish word in front of a lady.� He flashed that handsome smile of his.

Lara leaned in closer and whispered her challenge, �What�s wrong Ian? To chicken shit to say it, hm?� She grinned as she ran her right hand down his bearded cheek. A playful smirk crossed his face, Lara knew that her little challenge was being met. Her breath hitched as he took her right hand in his, bringing it close to his mouth. His warm breath brushing against the soft skin on the back of her hand. Lips so close she could feel it as he spoke, �Thank you Lady Lara for the Quick,� he paused, grinning as he looked up beneath his long lashes, �Fuck.� The vulgar word rolled off his tongue so smoothly and so sensual that all Lara could do was stare, her mouth hanging open. Ian kissed her hand and let go. �Innocent my ass,� Lara thought, �looks like Jeni and I created a sexy monster. Damn Sara you lucky, lucky bitch.� His golden eyes glazed over with a glint of mischievousness. A victorious smile spread across his face.

Lara�s hand still hovered in the air where Ian had held it. She blinked once, twice, three times before she knew where she was. �I need a cigarette.� She blurted out before searching for one. �I didn�t realize you smoke, Lady Lara.� Ian inquired. Lara shook her head, �I don�t.� Quickly she found a customer ready to light one up. She reached over and grabbed it out of his hand. The male customer silently stared, agape, at Lara. She took his lighter, lit the cigarette, and took a long drag. She tilted her head back, letting the long white stream of smoke escape her lips into the air above her head. Lara sighed then happily thanked the dumbstruck gentleman before giving it back to him. She walked back over to Ian, reached down for the shot, and without hesitancy drank it. All the while Ian confusingly watched. �So,� she said after swallowing, �Was it good for you as it was for me?�

Ian narrowed his eyes in confusion but before he could answer, he felt someone tap him on his shoulder, �Excuse me?� Ian stiffened, instantly recognizing the voice. He turned to see Sara standing apprehensively before him, her hands held in front. Her fingers absently fidgeting over the red stone of the Witchblade. Ian blinked back at the beautiful vision standing before him.

Not having the opportunity earlier, Ian let his traitorous eyes taking in the guilty pleasure of her body clad only in a revealing black dress. Her hair pinned up save a few wisps of auburn brown hair cascading around her face. He openly admired her, his eyes traveling head to toe and back up again. Sara could feel her whole body blush wherever his eyes traveled.

Sara suddenly felt self-conscious under Ian�s intense gaze. It wasn�t the first time some guy admired her body, she worked hard and she was proud of it. Yet, for some reason standing there in front of Nottingham, who seemed to take in all of her, was unnerving. It just felt he wasn�t only examining her body, her looks but what was hidden deeply inside, her very soul.

�You are,� Ian shook his head trying to find the right word to describe Sara�s beauty, �A vision.� He breathlessly let out. Taken a back, Sara sheepishly smiled and said, �Thanks, Nottingham. May I?� Pointing to the empty bar stool. Before Ian could offer his assistance she was already comfortably sitting, her bare leg crossed at the knee. Ian shook his head at the mental image of his hand running up those long legs of hers.

�Nottingham�.�

�Yes, Lady Sara?� Ian replied too eagerly.

�First of all, cut the Lady Sara cra�I mean, just call me Sara, okay?� Ian nodded his head.

�Secondly, I�ll get right to the point. About earlier, I shouldn�t have judged and yelled at you so quickly.� Sara sighed, �I�ll admit I was being a bitch. Its just that our experience, together, in the past hasn�t exactly been��

�Say no more, Sara. You do not have to explain yourself. I haven�t exactly proven myself to you in the past. Your anger was well understandable.� Ian lowered his head.

�Look Nottingham�� Sara started but stopped when she felt someone watching them. She turned her head towards Lara who was still standing there listening in. Lara caught Sara�s raised eyebrows, �Oh, right, sorry. Ha. I will just be over there. You know leave you two alone, give ya�ll some privacy.� Lara turned around and slowly walked away. Moving down a few short feet away from them. Yet, still well within an earshot of their conversation.

�Look Nottingham the fact that you and I have this estrange history together because of this thing,� she lowered her voice as she motioned to the blade on her wrist, �still doesn�t give me the right to yell at you like that. I mean if it weren�t for you, that asshole might have hurt Vicki. Its just that seeing you there towering over a guy who�s bleeding, I guess one thought led to another and you pretty much got the short end of the stick.�

�Yeah, more like he got the shit end of the stick and you nearly ripped his head off,� Lara muttered aloud while drying off one of the glasses, pretending to be working and not so engrossed in their conversation. Sara ignored her comment and continued, �I guess what I�m trying to say Nottingham is that I�m sorry. Sorry for jumping to conclusions, sorry for yelling at you�.�

�Sorry for being a bitch�� Lara absently added aloud. She stopped pretending to dry the already dried glass in her hand and smiled sheepishly as both Sara and Ian looked over to her. �Sorry, sorry, I�ll just move father down there,� Lara held up her hands, pointing to the other end of the bar, �That way you two won�t have to worry about me eavesdropping, which I really wasn�t. Anyway, I�ll just, yeah, okay, I�ll shut up and go now.� This time they watched as Lara moved away, dried glass still in hand.

�Sara,� Ian said as he returned his attention towards her, �I know how you feel and I don�t blame you for hating me. So there is no need to apolo�.� Ian wasn�t able to finish his sentence. Strong, delicate fingers were pressed lightly against his lips. �Shut up for a minute Notting�.� Sara paused, revealing the softness of his lips, and the warm breath brushing against them, ��ham.� She breathlessly said. Her gaze darting between his eyes to those parted lips her fingers were absently tracing.

Sara swallowed the lump in her throat while mentally shaking herself from her stupor. She dropped her hand onto her lap, while the other hand started to fidget with the loose strands around her face, placing them behind her ear. She cleared her throat then started to speak, �I don�t hate you, Nottingham. You just, I,� Sara began to stutter, not really knowing what she wanted to say. With a sigh she said, �Look Nottingham there�s only so much crow I can eat in one sitting.� Ian grinned at her frustration.

�Apology is really not required but accepted, La�.� He paused to correct himself, �Sara.� Ian smiled. Sara smiled in return. They stared at each other, both settled into, for once, a comfortable silence. Which was quickly interrupted with Lara�s presence, �Aw, this is so great. You two made up.� She cooed over them as she hugged the same glass she had been drying to her chest. Ian and Sara both raised their eyebrows at Lara. �Where you listening in on us Lady Lara?� Ian asked.

�Who me?� Lara gasped.

�Yeah, you blue hair.� Sara added amusingly.

�I would never, ever, listen in on your conversation.� Lara batted her eyelashes at Ian and flashed an innocent, sheepish grin at Sara.

Ian shook his head while Sara snorted, �Yeah, nice try Lara.�

�What you two don�t believe me?�

�NO!� Ian and Sara both said in unison. A bit surprised, they stared at each other then started laughing.

�Fine, fine. Don�t believe me.� Lara threw up her hands.

�Don�t worry, we won�t.� Sara replied sarcastically through her fits of laughter.

Lara playfully rolled her eyes at Sara. Finally she placed the dried shot glass onto the counter and asked, �So, Detective what can I get for you?�

After a few more chuckles Sara sobered up and said, �I�ll have whatever Nottingham was having. You know that shot I saw YOU drinking. What is it called?�

Ian panicked, his laughter quickly dying down. He couldn�t possible tell Sara the aforementioned shot was called a �Quick Fuck�. Too appalled he turned to Lara for help. However, there on her face was a devilish grin. He pleaded with his eyes but there was no sympathy reflected in Lara�s eyes. Only the mocking gleam of revenge set in her eyes. Revenage for the little challenge earlier. �Payback is a bitch� Ian remembered hearing that phrase once from one of his old Black Dragon comrades.

�Hm, I�m not too sure what it�s called. My memory seems to be slipping. Though I�m sure Ian should know what its called. I mean he was the one that ordered it. Ian, do you perchance know the name of the shot the good detective here is referring too?� Lara innocently smiled at Ian.

�Uh, well, um�.� Ian began to stutter.

Sara sat confused; Nottingham whose speech was always impeccable was blabbering like some idiot. Sara�s mouth began to silently move, as if the act would somehow help Nottingham speak. Ian couldn�t force himself to say it, in the end he shook his head, and shrugged his shoulders in defeat. He looked over to Lara for help. This time a triumphant grin adored her face. Ian sighed and lowered his head, he didn�t want to see Sara�s reaction when Lara finally told her. Sara stared between the two, unsure what was going. She was definitely missing something here. Sara finally turned to Lara when Nottingham refused to say anything. �So what are we having?�

Lara turned to Sara and shamelessly answered, �A Quick Fuck.�

Ian cringed behind his lowered his head. Grateful that she couldn�t see just how flustered he was becoming. He could feel the deep blush coursing through his entire body. He was even certain that he was glowing like one of those a red neon light.

Sara�s brow shot up as her eyes widen in surprise and all she could say was, �Oh.� She looked over to Ian, who had lowered his head, probably trying to hide the blush that was no doubt running through his face. �The man must be red as a beet,� she mused. A teasing thought ran through her mind. �A Quick Fuck, huh?� Sara said, nodding her head. Ian�s head lowered closer to his chest as he heard Sara. �Alright I�m game,� Sara leaned closer to Ian, �Care to join me, Nottingham?� She asked.

Nottingham�s head shot up, stunned and surprised, �Wh�what?!� His expression clearly resembled a deer caught in the headlights of an upcoming car. Lara tried to hold back her amusement as she watched. Quickly finding his voice Ian began to ask, �I�m�I�m sorry, Sara. What did you say?� Sara raised her eyebrow as she moved closer to him. She ran a finger down his chest and temptingly repeated, �Care to join me, Ian. For a,� Her voice lowering to a husky whisper, �Quick Fuck?�

Ian tried to say answer but his mouth still hung open, unable to utter the simplest words. So stunned he moved back to sit down but completely missed the chair. He stumbled back, nearly falling down to the ground. Luckily, his quick reflexes and those of Sara and Lara, Ian was spared from falling flat on his ass. Sara held onto his outstretched arm, while Lara reached forward to hang onto the other arm that was on the counter.

�Whoa, easier there Nottingham. I was referring to the drink, remember?� Sara humorously informed as he got back onto his feet. �You okay?�

�I�m fine, I�m fine. Thank you.� Ian took a deep breath trying his best to calm his strained nerves.

Sara and Lara both let go of his arms as he carefully sat on the bar stool. Sara following in suit. Lara stood there happily watching the interaction between the two, waiting in anticipation to see what was going to happen next.

�So, are you going to take me up on my offer, Nottingham?� Sara casually asked.

�Yes, Sara, I�ll fuck you,� Sara�s brows rose as her eyes widen, �I meant I�ll JOIN you! Join you for a drink that is!� Too flustered, Ian shut his eyes closed and buried his face behind his hand. Wishing the world would just open up and swallow him whole. On the other hand, perhaps a bunch of rouge ninjas could show up and crash the party. Either one being suffice in Ian�s book. Much better then being here and making a complete ass of himself in front of Sara.

�Now what�s going on over there?� Vicki wondered aloud. Both Lee and Jeni shook their heads. As they, all watched the interaction between Sara and Ian.

�Well Ian is still in tack and Sara is, well I don�t know what she�s doing. So I�m assuming everything is going pretty well, I hope. What do you ladies think?� Lee commented.

�I dunno would rather find out for sure.� Vicki continued to watch.

�Don�t worry ladies, I�ll get the 411 from Lara in a few minutes. Don�t want to approach during a delicate matter.� Jeni informed.

�Ahh�� Both Vicki and Lee uttered in agreement.

Ian waited for Sara�s ire to rear its angry head at him, but instead he heard the sweet sounds of her, laughter? He stole a glance through his fingers and noticed, with complete amazement, that Sara was indeed laughing. �Well its better then being yelled at,� he mused.

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oh my, just what I needed on a rainy day. LOL. (NT) -- moondreamer, 09:11:23 05/12/03 Mon