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Date Posted: 22:06:24 05/24/03 Sat
Author: Spin
Subject: Smell of Desire
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Smell of Desire" on 05:08:13 03/24/03 Mon

Ian raised his hand, laying the cool silk cloth against Sara’s bare skin, absorbing the liquid that hand rolled down her leg. His other hand lightly rested on the back of her calf. Sara wanted to roll her eyes shut, the feeling of the smooth silk and the roughness of his warm hand trailing up her leg at a painstakingly slow pace was unbearable. Instead, she bit down on her lower lip hoping to thwart off the sweet sensations Ian was innocently creating.

Ian leisurely took his time. Savoring the feel of her bare flesh under his fingertips as he slowly glides up her long legs. How long he had wanted to touch her like this? Wondering if her skin was as smooth as the silk he held in his hand. He was not disappointed when he found out that her creamy flesh was indeed smoother then the finest silk. Yet, what would it taste like he wondered as he neared her knee, nearing the end of the trail.

Sara could not remember the last time her leg felt so… sensitive. Rather then rubbing the silk fabric up her leg and wiping up the mess, Ian gently glided the cloth up. The touch was so light that the only evidence that he was doing anything was the cool feel of the silk against her skin. Then again how could she possible feel the silk when his large hand and lean fingers were lightly moving up her leg as well, goosebumps forming in its wake.

He then stopped, the silk fabric gone as he lowered his arm. His other hand still nestled in the back of her knee. Sara could still feel the wetness that was left by the liqour on her knee. ‘What is he doing?’ she thought, staring at the top of his head. ‘Wonder what he is thinking?’ Sara started to lift her hand, wanting to caress his hair. To lean over and pull away the elastic that binded his long locks together. Wanting to see it casscade around his face, and feel it as it whispered against her leg. A feeling she was willing to take since he disappointingly didn’t do as she secretly longed. But she quickly snapped her hand back, and placed it on the counter.

Ian stared at that last drop of liquor, barely clinging on to her leg. He wanted so much to taste her, but was too afraid of how she would react. Yet, while cleaning and at the same time caressing her leg, not once had he heard her complain. There was only one way to test Sara’s mood and see how she would react. Taking a deep breath, he flicked his tongue out. The tip reaching out to collect that last drop of liquor, and to lightly grazing her skin. That was when he heard her gasp.

Sara inhaled sharply feeling the velvety tip of his tongue brush against her knee. She stared at the top of his head, wide-eyed and shocked. That intimate and all to brief moment sent shivers up and down her spine. Sensations quickly running up from her knee to the very juncture between her legs.

Hearing no protest or angered words pouring from Sara’s lips, Ian gradually stood up. He pocketed the silk handkerchief, and clasped his hands in front. His confidence quickly rising as he witnesses the disbelief on Sara’s face. She stared at him wide-eyed, her mouth agape. She tried to speak but only puffs of whispered breaths escaped her mouth.

Lara leaned back onto her heels, her arms crossed at her chest. Her head darting from side to side. Her eyes narrowed, first at Ian, who was sporting a mischievous grin, then over to Sara how was at the moment speechless. ‘I know I just missed something here,’ she mused.

Sara blinked a few times finally coming out of her stupor. “Uh, um…” She muttered as she lowered her head, hiding the blush that was quickly spreading across her face. She turned her head and spoted the shot on top of the counter. Without saying a word she reached over and grabbed it. She brought the rim to her lips, snapped her head back, and downed the drink in one gulp. She closed her eyes as the alcohol flowed down her throat, and the warm of the liquor exploded in her stomach.

Ian shrugged his shoulders and reached for the other glass. He drank the shot in one gulp and slammed the glass down, per Lara’s instructions in the etiquettes of drinking. Sara opened her eyes at the loud thud and stared at Ian. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand and started to giggle. Ian stared at her in confusion.

“What is it, Sara?” Ian asked.

Still giggling Sara pointed a finger at him. Self-consciously he started to pat down his body, smoothing out this clothes, looking if anything was out of place or perhaps his fly was open. He was becoming frustrated when he couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary. He looked up at Sara who was still giggling but not as much as before. She waved him closer and he hastily moved.

She had finally stopped laughing, and only smiled. She pointed a finger to his face, “You have a mustache.” She said.

“I also have a beard if you haven’t noticed, Sara.” Ian sarcastically replied.

Sara grinned, “You have a mustache on your mustache, Smartass.” She began looking around for a napkin but found none. Instead, she decided to wipe it off with her finger. “Oh,” Ian said, the realization finally hitting him. Referring to the damp line of alcohol that was left behind after drinking the creamy shot. Childishly, he tried to wipe up the mustache with the tip of his tongue. At that very moment, Sara had reached up to wipe it away. Before either one realized what was happening, his tongue touched Sara’s bare finger. They both stood frozen in place, their eyes locked with each other’s. In that brief moment, everything around them seemed to materialize into nothing, leaving them completely alone.

Ian slowly withdraws his tongue back into his mouth, swallowing the lump in his throat. Sara’s emerald eyes moved down to his luscious pink lips. She stared at them for a moment, her tongue absently darting out to trace her lower lip. Once she regained the use of movement in her hands, Sara used the pad of her thumb to clean up the line of creamy liquid off his mustache and upper lip. She then weaved the rest of her fingers through his beard cheek, the soft bristles tickling the insides of her palm.

Leaning into her hand, Ian closed his eyes, reveling in the caress of her touch. She curled her fingers into his beard, weakly tugging at the short bristles. As if she was jerking at an invisible thread, pulling him closer. Sara only needed to tug once for Ian to follow. As he drew closer, Ian reached out to anchor himself to her. He placed a hand on the edge of her seat, and tentatively placing the other on her knee.

He let out a quite breath of relief when she did not protest to his forwardness. They continued to stare at each, their focus were the other’s lips. Ian gradually leaned down to hover over her mouth. Sara’s eyes automatically closed as he neared. Their breaths mingling together as a mere inch separated them from their very first kiss.

Lara held her breath as she watched from the side, the poor rag she held in her hand being wrung out repeatedly. The three women watching from afar all leaned on the table, anxiously waiting to see what was going to happen next. However, like all good things it was ruined. A crashing sound of glasses breaking in the distance shattered the magical moment between Sara and Ian.

The two slightly jumped back. Sara rapidly blinking away the haziness she felt. Realizing what was almost happened she removed her hand from his cheek and placed it on his chest, hindering him from moving closer. Sara looked up at Ian’s sadden eyes before he lowered his head. He withdrew his hands, laying them against his side.

“Shit!” Lara yelled out, she whirled around, and walked down the other end of the bar. Ready to give the person responsible for the incident an ear full. “What the fuck….” Lara’s voice trailed off in the distance.

Sara lightly shook her head, trying to make sense of what almost happened. She should be angry with herself, at him, but to her surprise, she wasn’t. Instead, she was rather disappointed at the interruption. ‘What the hell?’ She wondered. Confused by the sudden rush of emotions running through her. Remember how insanely jealous she felt after watching him with Jeni and Lara. How upset she was when Vicky asked for a kiss. How irritated and annoyed when he ignored her. And now disappointed because they didn’t get the chance to kiss.

Her head was spinning; everything was just so overwhelming she did not know what to make of things. She did not know what to make of her relationship with a man who had been stalking her since acquiring the Witchblade. At that moment, the blade began to glow like mad on her wrist. She retracted her hand from his chest, and quickly got off the barstool. She needed a little space, she needed to get away, she needed the ladies room.

Seeing Sara’s hurried movements, Ian stepped back and lowered his head even more. Afraid that their chance was over and she would return to hating him. To once again to adore her from afar. Sara turned around and was about to leave but quickly stopped. She turned to Ian, placed a hand on his chest, and softly said, “Will you excuse me for a moment, Ian? I have to go to the ladies room.”

Ian’s head snapped up in surprise. ‘Did she just call me Ian?’ the wondered. He smiled; there was still hope, and perhaps another chance to pick up where they were so rudely interrupted. “Yes, of course. I’ll be here waiting for your return, my lady.” Sara grinned and hurriedly walked off to figure out what was happening to her all in the comforts of the ladies room.

“I’ll be right back.” Vicky said as she got up from her seat and followed Sara. Jeni also excused herself heading straight to the bar. Both leaving Lee alone at the table.

With a heavy sigh, Ian plopped down onto the bar stool and concentrated on lowering his racing heart beat. He turned his attention to Sara, who disappeared behind the closed doors of the ladies room. Moments later, her curious friend, Vicky, followed.

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