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Date Posted: 22:17:09 06/27/03 Fri
Author: Spin
Subject: Smell of Desire
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Smell of Desire" on 05:08:13 03/24/03 Mon

~*~

Ian sighed after rehashing the events that had transpired earlier with Jeni. The doubts were getting heavier and heavier as he listened to himself speak of what happened. How could he be so stupid to let his control slip? Sara will never forgive him for being so brash and impulsive.

“So why the worried look, Ian?” Jeni said after hearing everything.

He started incredulously at Jeni. ‘Did the woman not listen to what he had told her?’ He shook his head and without warning rose from his seat. Jeni sprang forward and caught his arms. “Just where do you think you are going, mister?”

“I’m leaving.”

“Like hell you are. Now, sit your cute ass back down.” Jeni pushed him back into the barstool. Ian slumped in his chair and sighed, “Why should I stay? I have obviously overstepped my place with Sara. That is why she ran off.” Ian extends his arm out, gesturing Sara’s escape route.

“Ian! Sara did not run away from you. The woman is in the ladies room. She probably had to go. You know, actually utilize the toilet?” Jeni stated, raising her brows.

“Just because she did not run towards the closes exit does not alter the fact she ran away…from me.” Ian lowered his head. “I would not be surprised that she is in there complaining to her friend about what had happened. How she probably thinks that I was being too forward with my actions. I mean what was I thinking licking her knee and almost kissing her. She must despise me now more then ever.” Ian dropped his head into his hands and groaned.

Jeni placed her hands on Ian’s shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze, and a slight shake, “Ian, honey, you need to relax. Breath with me here and try to calm down.” Ian’s shoulders rose up and down as he inhaled and exhaled. Jeni continued to speak, “Okay, you’re jumping the gun just a bit too much here, Ian.”

“But…” Ian tried to interrupt.

“No, listen to me.”

“Perhaps Sara did not just run off to the ladies room to utilize it. Perhaps right now she is in there trying to sort out what almost happened between you two. She is probably just as confused and nervous as you are. I mean in just a matter of a few hours her views of you has changed.”

Ian shook his head, “I don’t think….”

“No, shh, I’m not done talking. Just listen.” Jeni ordered.

“You cannot sit there and tell me that I’m wrong. You can’t tell me that Sara’s attitude towards you has not changed.”

“You are correct but that does not explain why she ran…” Ian said.

“Ah, zip it. Not done here.” Jeni’s brows furrowed, a scowl on her face.

“She ran because she was scared, confused, about her behavior. Not yours mind you. Think about it, Ian. One minute she is accusing you and yelling at you. The next she is letting you lick her knee and wanting to kiss you. That is big a change for her. I mean she had this set image of you, this mind-set on how she should feel towards you too….”

“Like animosity, hatred, anger, repulsion, disdain,” Ian whispered under his breath but as he looked up to see Jeni with her arms crossed and an angered look on her face he slowly abated saying nothing more. “I apologize for interrupting. Please go on.”

“Thank you I will. Any way, as I was saying. So, tonight because you let your guard down and be …you. She could not help but see past the illusion she had set up for herself and actually see the real Ian Nottingham. And it’s pretty obvious she likes what she sees, it’s just that now she is just trying to figure out how she feels about you.”

Ian sat there taking in Jeni’s words, letting them sink in. She did have several good points. Tonight had been filled with many surprises and he was sure Sara did not take them well. Especially when a woman like Sara was so intent on having control. And tonight was definitely spinning out of control, for the both of them. But what feelings would she have towards him, now?

“Then again I could be wrong.” Jeni added as a side note.

Ian’s worried expression returned and he stared up at Jeni with that lost puppy look. Jeni grinned, “But that doesn’t give you an excuse to off and run from her. Who knows if I am right or wrong? If you want to find out then you will just have to sit there and wait and see how things turn out. Believe me, its better then you running off and wondering what if. So, you will just sit there and wait for her to come back.”

“That is if she returns.” Ian muttered under his breath. Still not convinced but decided that he will stay…for now.

“She said she would be back. Sara does not strike me as a person that goes back on her word. Give her some credit and you too while you are at it.”

Ian nodded his head. His eyes darted towards the ladies room in time to see Vicky exit the ladies room. He had hoped Sara was with her but had yet to emerge. “Surely it cannot take this long to use the restroom.” Ian wondered, starting at the door of the ladies room.

“You obviously have never been in a ladies room before. Believe me it can take this long, maybe even longer depending on the line and such. I mean guys have it easy. Ya’ll can just whip your thing and pee just about anywhere. Not us women. Oh no, we need the time. Plus, we have to check ourselves in the mirror and make sure everything is in their right place and looking good.” Jeni grinned, giving Ian a little run down on restroom etiquette for women.

Soon after Lara arrived to join them. All the while cursing under her breath and shaking her head. “There you are. Where have you been? What happened?” Jeni anxiously asked the moment Lara was in earshot. Lara threw down the dishrag that she had draped over her shoulder unto the counter. She snorted, “Two women decided to get into a cat fight in the club.” Lara rolled her eyes recalling the events.

After hearing the crash, Lara rushed over to see what the commotion was. She was ready to tell off whoever was responsible. To her surprise and disgust, she found two women violently locked in a fight. If you could actually call it a fight. It was just two women pulling at each other’s hair and swearing at one another. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Lara said making her way to break up the fight along with two other burly bouncers.

Pushing and shoving her way through the crowd, Lara finally made it through and started to regulate. Two of the bouncers each had a hold and started to pull them apart. However, it was getting quite difficult because none wanted to relinquish their hold on the other’s hair. Lara stepped in and tried to pry their hands apart. When finally that was accomplished, one of the women started wildly flaying their arms about. With their tangled hair in their face, she did not see Lara in front of her. Unfortunately, Lara was on the receiving end of one of her hands and accidentally was slapped in the face.

Lara was shocked to feel the sting on her cheek. She reached up and rubbed the side of her face. “Why you fucking bitch,” she yelled out just before she swung at the woman. Her fist connected with the woman’s face and the woman’s stopped lashing out. Her hands were now too busy covering her injured face. ‘Oh’s’ and ‘Oh shit’ were heard as on lookers intently watch the episode unfold before them.

“You actually hit her back?” Jeni questioned, amusement lacing her voice.

“What was I supposed to do? The bitch slapped me. There was no way I was going to take that. I mean first of all they disrupt the club by starting a fight, then they managed to break a few things, and not to mention interrupted a moment between Ian and Sara. So, after that I told the guys to throw them out, helped the girls clean up, and that was it.” Lara said, ending her recap of events.

“Are you alright, Lady Lara?” Ian asked, worried that she might have got seriously hurt.

“Oh, I’m fine, Ian. That slap wasn’t so bad.” Lara rubbed her cheek, the sting from the slap already gone, “Then again I expected it wouldn’t have been. I mean not one of them threw in a decent punch during their fight.” Lara snorted and shook her head. It was then she realized Sara was not with them. “So, where is Sara?”

“Ladies room,” Ian and Jeni said in unison.

“Ah…” Lara nodded her head.

“I just convinced Ian not to run off while Sara was away.” Jeni added.

“You were going to run off? Ian!” Lara admonished.

“Yes, I know. Not to worry I am no longer a flight risk. Lady Jeni has a assured that.”

“Well good, that is very good. So, when she comes back are you going to ask her to dance?” Lara questioned.

“D..Dance?” Ian stuttered with hesitation as he stared out into the crowded dance floor.

“Oh God,” Lara gasped, clutching her chest, “Please, please tell us you know how to dance.” Jeni and Lara stared wide-eyed and anxious.

Tearing his gaze from the dance floor he turned back to Jeni and Lara, “I assure you I can dance. Its just that I…I don’t dance very often.” ‘Or in public,’ he thought but did not say it aloud.

Both Jeni and Lara let out a sigh of relief, “Whew, good. Because we don’t need you looking like that.” Lara pointed to a particular gentleman out on the floor. Ian directed his gaze towards the area Lara had pointed out. He stared wide-eyed at the guy's so-called dancing. Jeni, Lara, and Ian watched with interest. He was offbeat and his moves were…

“What is he doing?” Jeni said as she tilted her head back and forth, hoping that the different angles might help.

“Uh…” Lara mimicking Jeni's head movements. Ian just sat there silently thanking Irons for forcing him to take dancing lesson when he was younger. It had be part of his training, as Irons has put it. But back then Ian had deemed yet another type of punishment whenever he had disobeyed or failed. His mouth dropped open with the gentleman dropped to the floor. Wiggling his body up and down the floor, “Oh, I know that’s called the Worm.” He heard Jeni say, appalled that there was actually a name for it.

“And that?” Ian pointed.

“Uh, a combination of the cabbage patch and the…the…running man, I think?” Lara closed her eyes against the image and shook her head. ‘He definitely got some balls to be pulling that off in public,’ she thought.

“Hi there. Sorry I took so long, Ian.” Neither one of them realized that Sara had returned.

All six pairs of eyes averted their attention from the dance floor to Sara. She was a taken aback but once she looked up into Ian’s eyes nothing else around her seemed to matter. She stared deeply into his caramel orbs and was lost. Ian smiled his beautiful smile, overjoyed that she had returned. ‘Damn the man was gorgeous when he smiled,’ Sara thought and had to remember to breath. “Sara…” her name slipped out breathlessly from his lips. As if he had been holding his breath and was only able to breathe again because she was here.

“Hey look at the time,” Lara said looking down at her bare arm, “Gotta go.” She dashed off towards the other end of the bar.

“And would you look at that,” Jeni grabbed her tray, “More customers to serve, laters.” She too was making a hasty retreat.

“What was that all about?” Sara asked as she watch the two walks away.

“I believe they were giving us some privacy.” Ian added.

“Oh,” Sara turned back to stare at Ian and smiled, “That was sweet of them.”

“Yes it was,” he smiled back and offered her a seat. He reached out his hand in hopes to help her and was thrilled that she had accepted. Once settled Ian sat in the opposite barstool. For a few minutes, they sat in an uncomfortable silence. Until finally they both spoke.

“Look Ian I…”

“Sara I feel...”

Both stopped and started to laugh. Ian was the first to regain his composure. He cleared his throat, “Sara if you do not mind. May I speak first?”

“Sure go ahead Ian.”

“Thank you,” Ian was finding it hard to talk while staring at Sara. So instead, he averted his eyes and started to speak, “I must apologize for my behavior earlier, Sara. My actions were uncalled for and inappropriate of me and I am sorry.” He was fidgeting with his hands in his lap, waiting, and hoping Sara was going to forgive him. “Are you done?” Sara asked. He nodded his head, not daring to look up at her and see the anger in her eyes as he had seen so many times before.

Sara reached across to grasp his hands with hers. “Ian, you don’t have to apologize for something that we both wanted to happen.”

Ian’s head snapped up, “What?”

Sara bit her lower lip and grinned. Her fingers were absently tracing the warm skin of his hands. Ian continued, “You mean you were not offended by my actions? About, you know, licking your knee?”

“Did you hear me complain?” Sara countered.

“Okay how about almost kissing you?”

“Ian, it takes two for a kiss to work and I was more then willing as you were.” She grinned at the bewildered expression on his face.

“So, you are not upset?”

“I’m a little disappointed and upset that we got interrupted but no, Ian, I am not upset. Or offended what so ever.”

Ian’s eyes narrowed on Sara, “Who are you and what did you do to the real Sara Pezzini?”

Sara chuckled and lightly hit him on the shoulder, “Cute, real cute, smart ass.”

“I’m sorry Sara I don’t mean to be it is just that I…you…I don’t know. One minute you're yelling at me then the next…” His words trailed off. Ian was still not able to comprehend the sudden change in Sara’s behavior. Could what have Jeni been telling him, true?

Sara sighed, “I got to thinking while I was in the ladies room. And with a little help from a friend, I realized I have not exactly given you the benefit of a doubt. I labeled you someone I couldn’t trust. No, wait let me finish,” Ian had been ready to state his case when Sara pressed her fingers against his lips. “I realized that I had quickly judged you on your actions rather then taking the time to get to know you, to understand you better. I did not give you the chance to prove yourself to me and I’m sorry.”

Ian sat there listening and letting her words sink in. He had longed for Sara to understand and now here she was giving him an opportunity, a chance. He was not going to let that slip away. Smiling brightly, “I cannot let you take all the blame, my Lady. I was not exactly forth coming in many things and I can understand your frustration. I would love to get to know you better Sara and I hope you would want to get to know the real me as well. Not the ‘lapdog’ of Kenneth Irons.” Ian’s tone took on a pleading note.

“I would like that very much, Ian.” She beamed.

“So, we agree to let the past stay in the past and that we concentrate on working on our new found…friendship?”

Sara’s smile grew wider, “Agreed.”

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