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Date Posted: 01:57:18 05/20/03 Tue
Author: Spin
Subject: Smell of Desire
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Smell of Desire" on 05:08:13 03/24/03 Mon

Ian slowly lowered his hand, making sure not to make any sudden or quick movements. He was still uncertain about her aberrant, albeit, humorous behavior. He was only familiar with her hate and anger, hearing her laughter was a bit disconcerting. However, he found himself enjoying the sweet sound as it escaped her lips. From behind, his hands Ian watched in fascination. Like her behavior, Ian was not used to seeing Sara in such high spirits. At least for once, he was the cause of her happiness.

It quickly reminded him the reason why she was laughing so much. He felt a blush spreading across his face once again. He turned his eyes to see Lara, her back turned to them. Her shoulders trembling slightly as she tried control her own mirth. He shook his head, burying his face deeper into his hand.

With an exasperated sigh, he finally looked up and tried to get a word in. “I should go,” he said. Sara reached over to grab his arm, stopping him from leaving. “Wait a minute, Nottingham.” She managed to say between her laughter. Finally after a few more chuckles and giggles, Sara took in a few deep breaths to regain her composure.

“I am terribly sorry for my behavior this evening, Sara. I have made a complete fool of myself. I did not mean to insult you in such a vulgar way.” Ian stood up from his chair, lowering his head to avert making eye contact with her. “It is best that I leave now.”

“So, does that mean you won’t join me?” Sara asked. A hint of disappointment laced her voice. Ian’s brows shot up along with his confidence. Blinking a few times while he mentally shook his muddled brain, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Apparently, his thinking process seem to have slowed down while in his alcoholic induced state.

“You still want me,” Ian pointed to himself, “To join you?” he then gestured to Sara. “Even after I just insulted you?” He questioned, continuously waving his hand anxiously between them. Ian narrowed his eyes, still unsure of the turn events. He was ready and waiting for the worst to happen.

Sara moved her hand down to Ian’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. All the while enjoying the smooth and soft feel of his skin underneath her fingertips. She locked her gaze with his, “Look Nottingham I think we both have a right to make at least one mistake tonight. I made mine and you just made yours.” She grinned at the blush on his face. “So, now that we got that over with why don’t we put our difference aside us, and put this,” she gestured to the Witchblade, “Behind us for tonight at least. My friends dragged me out so the least I can do is have some fun. What do you say? Care to join me?” Sara smiled, “For a drink that is.”

Ian stood there, his brows furrowed, mouth gaping open. He stared at Sara as if she had grown a second head. This was not the Sara Pezzini he was used to. Not the same woman whose mood would suddenly change with a drop of a hat. Not the same woman who had countlessly pointed her gun at him and threatened his life. ‘Just what the hell did they put in that champagne?’ Nevertheless, this was the same woman.

……Let your inhibitions go……

If Sara was willing to forget the past for just one night then why shouldn’t he do the same? For one night, Ian Nottingham was going to let his inhibitions go and waited to see what was in store for him. He just hoped that by the end of the night it involved Sara. He smiled at the thought.

“So, I take that as a yes then?” Sara asked all the while mesmerized by his beautiful smile. She continued to stare at his full, luscious, lips. She already knew how soft they felt against her fingertips but just how would they feel against her….

“Yes, Sara, I would love to join you.” Ian’s voice broke through her train of though.

“Huh? What?” Sara suddenly realized she had been ogling his lips and thinking wicked thoughts about what he can do with them and where they could, ‘AH, stop it right there, Pezzini. This is Ian Nottingham. No, no, and NO.’ She silently scolded herself.

“I would love to join you for that drink, Sara.” Her reaction was odd; then again, everything about this evening was odd. Nevertheless, he was anxiously feeling that Sara might have already changed her mind, “If that offer still stands of course,” Ian added.

Sara quickly regained her composure hoping that Ian had not seen her staring, “I wouldn’t have asked, Nottingham.” She sarcastically snapped.

‘Here’s the woman I’m used to,’ Ian mused. “Oh,” he said as he lowered his head.

Again, Sara chided at her short temper, “Nottingham, I’m sorry. I did not mean to snap at you. Its just, oh, nevermind. Now, how about that drink? I think we both need it.” She smiled.

Ian grinned at her sincerity, “Yes, let’s have that drink now.” They both turned towards the bar. Lara was still there standing with her back turned. Her head lulling side-to-side as she mumbles to herself not realizing she was being watched.

“I swear those two are like damn switches: On, off, on, off, yes, no, yes, no. Like some faucet: hot, cold, hot, cold, ho…” Lara turned around only to be confronted by two pairs of eyes. One green and the other brown. “Hoo…Hi!” She sheepishly grinned.

“We’re you listening in on our conversation again?” Sara raised her eyebrow.

Lara began to fidget with the shot glass in her hand. “Don’t be absurd, Detective. I would never listen in on your private conversation.” She snorted while shaking her head, making sure to avert any eye contact. “Okay, technically I wasn’t really listening in on your conversation.” She finally caved.

“Oh, how so?” Sara exclaimed as she crossed her arms.

“You two were talking so loudly I was able to hear what you guys were saying from where I stood. So, you see I was not listening in. More like you two were bring me into the conversation.”

Sara snorted and shook her head, “You’re incorrigible.”

“Yeah, I try to be.” Lara replied sarcastically.

“You’re a smart ass too.” Ian added. Both women so stunned just stared at Ian. Then Sara started to laugh. Lara smiled, “That I already know, gorgeous.” She winked at Ian. Sara caught sight of that wink. She loudly cleared her throat, hoping to interrupt their little camaraderie. Lara grinned, ‘Just a little helpful push, Sara, that’s all.’

“So, have we decided on anything?” Lara directed inquiry towards Sara. Her question taking on a deeper meaning then besides drink orders.

Sara turned her attention to Ian, “Yes, we have.”

Lara smiled at the two and said, “Great! So, two Quick Fuc…” Ian’s eyes darted towards Lara pleading not to say it. “Two quick SHOTS coming right up.” Lara hurried off, quickly busing herself with their drinks, actually giving Sara and Ian some privacy. Giving Jeni the opportunity to sneak in and find out what was going on.

“How are they doing?” She asked.

Lara smiled, “So far so good.”

“Let’s just hope it stays that way.” Jeni said.

“Yeah, as long as one of them doesn’t fuck it up.” Lara replied. They turned their heads down the bar, observing the couple at the end. “Though, it did come pretty close.”

“What do you mean? What happened?” Lara leaned over the counter, gesturing Jeni to come closer so she could tell her what happened.

“WHAT!?” Jeni loudly responded after Lara told her Ian’s little ‘slip of the tongue’ mishap. Everyone in earshot turned their attention towards the two waitresses, including Sara and Ian. Who were now eyeing them curiously. Lara and Jeni sheepishly smiled and waved at everyone. Once the excitement died down and everyone around them had gone back to whatever he or she were doing, Lara turned to Jeni, “Oh, that was smooth real smooth. You think anyone noticed?”

Jeni, all to eager to find out what else had happened, waved off Lara’s sarcasm. It was obvious Ian must have said something to hinder Sara’s anger, especially after a slip like that. “If Ian had made that slip with me, I’d definitely take him up on that offer.”

“Yeah, you, me, and nearly every women here in the club.” Lara added.

“Well, something must have happened next. I mean they are still there talking and I didn’t see Sara explode or anything. So, spill already. I got two anxious women at table 11 wanting to know what is going on. Myself included.”

“The opposite actually.”

“Huh?”

“I was sure Sara was gonna rip his head off for sure this time but instead, she sat there laughing her ass off actually.”

“And then?”

“Then nothing really. Sara let it go, told Ian it was okay, and if he was still interested in joining her for a drink. Hence, the shots that I must now deliver.” Lara picked the shot glasses and walked over to Sara and Ian. Jeni left the bar and headed straight back to table 11 to inform Vicki and Lee what she just learned.

Finally arriving with their drinks, Lara laid the glasses on top of the counter.

“What was that all about?” Sara asked pointing to Jeni, remembering the woman’s loud outburst. At the same time, she blindly reached out for one of the glasses. Not realizing she was reaching for the same glass Ian had already claimed. She bumped her hand into his, disturbing the contents in the tiny glass.
Some of the liquid spilt over the rim, landing on Sara’s knee. Ian placed the glass back down, “I’m sorry, Sara. I’m not normally this clumsy.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Nottingham. It was mine, should have been paying better attention.” Sara grabbed the napkins that Lara had offered her. She was about to bend down and wipe up the mess when Ian stopped her.

“Please, Sara, allow me.” Ian reached into his pocket to retrieve a black silk handkercheif.

“Uh, okay, sure.” Sara sat back and watched as he knelt at her feet. Lara tiptoed to look over the counter, to watch the action.

Ian gently took hold of Sara’s calf in one hand while in the other he wrapped the silk cloth around his forefinger. A long trail of the smooth liquor had already rolled down Sara’s bare leg, down to her ankle. Ian looked up from his lowered head to see Sara watching. Both wondering what the other was thinking. Unaware that they were thinking the same thing. The scenario of Ian using his tongue to wipe up her leg instead of the silk cloth. For a brief moment their gaze were locked with each other. A hint of mischievousness and desire ran through both their eyes.

From the bar, Lara struggled to keep herself in place. ‘Damn it I hate being short sometimes. I should have worn my other boots. Those extra three inches would have come in handy right about now.’ Lara craned her neck to see what was going on. All she could see was the top of Ian’s head. ‘He sure is taking a long time to wipe up Sara’s leg.’ She thought. Then another idea popped into her head.

“Oh,” she whispered, “To lick or not to lick. That is the question.” She muttered under her breath as she watched.

Sara heard Lara and the same question was running through her mind as well. A devilish grin spread across Ian’s face. Sara bit her lower lip to stifling a gasp. ‘Would he actually do it?’ She thought a little hopeful.

Ian broke eye contact, lowering them. She held her breath waiting to see what was going to happen next. His attention turned to the task at hand. He lowered his head, closer to Sara’s leg. So close, Sara could feel the warmth of his breath upon her skin.

“Oh shit, he’s gonna do it.” Lara mused softly to herself.

‘Oh my God, he’s actually going to do it.’ Sara thought as her mouth hung open.

“What is he doing?” Vicki exclaimed. The other two women wondered also as the watched. All they could tell is that Ian was kneeling in front of Sara, one hand on Sara’s leg, and now his head was fairly close. “This is getting good,” Lee replied.

“Oh yeah,” Vicki and Jeni added.

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