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Date Posted: 20:02:35 07/02/03 Wed
Author: Spin
Subject: Smell of Desire
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Smell of Desire" on 05:08:13 03/24/03 Mon

“So what do you think?” Lee asked Vicky as they watched.

Vicky took a sip of her drink and narrowed her eyes on the couple, “Hm, it’s still a little too early to tell, I mean you know how Sara gets sometimes.”

Lee nodded but said, “Yeah I know. But I don’t know this might actually work out for her. They look like they are doing okay. Sara looks pretty happy with Ian.” Lee stared hard at Sara and Ian. Her mind was already spinning with ideas.

“Oh, no,” Vicky shook her head, “I know that look, Lee.”

“What look? What are you talking about?”

“The 'look' like you’re already planning Sara’s wedding. Give them sometime and let’s see how things go. And if Sara decides that she doesn’t want Ian, I’ll be happy to take Ian off her hands.” Vicky grinned.

“Victoria Ann Po!” Lee admonished.

“What? It was just a suggestion if things didn’t work out between them.” Vicky took another long sip of her champagne, hiding her smirk.

“Well I honestly think they are going to work out.”

“How do you know Mrs. Woo?”

“I don’t know I just got this feeling it will.” Lee continued to observe her friend from afar. “And you better watch out when making those ‘suggestions’ around Sara. I have a feeling she won’t appreciate it as much.” Lee turned back and grinned at Vicky.

“Yeah, okay. Well I’ll stop my plotting in stealing Sara’s man and you stop making arrangements in that head of yours for Sara’s imminent wedding to Ian Nottingham. Deal?” Lee picked up her glass, Vicky doing the same. “Deal,” Lee said just before lightly knocking the side of her glass with Vicky’s.

“You have that look again, Sara.” Ian teased at the expression on Sara’s face.

They had spent the last twenty minutes talking about each other. It was a rather one-sided conversation since Ian already knew so much about her. Sara shook her head disbelievingly and stared at him. It seemed to be the only reaction she was giving.

“I can’t help it. I, you, just keep surprising me, Ian.” Every time Ian revealed a part of himself, his likes and dislikes, Sara realized there was so much more to this man. More then what she had expected. Finding out that they had more in common then she thought. She realized she was enjoying herself and she wanted to learn more about him.

“Why is it so surprising that I like Johnny Carson? He is a very entertaining man and it is a shame that he is no longer the host of the Tonight Show.”

“I just never thought you knew who Johnny Carson was let along pegged you to be a fan.” Sara continued to stare at him incredulously.

“I am not that sheltered, Sara. Yes, my upbringing may have been strict because of Irons but my knowledge expands greatly in many different…areas.” He flashed that mischievous grin of his. Sara blushed at the though of what other ‘areas’ he was talking about.

She cleared her throat; “I just can’t picture you and Irons sitting on the couch late at night waiting for the Tonight Show to start.” It had been something she had done with her father. He would protest but in the end, he’d always give into his only daughter’s pleas. But Kenneth Irons and James Pezzini were very different men, and their views on how they raised their child was even more different. That is why it had been so shocking to hear Ian’s exploits in growing up. He wasn’t always the well-mannered and proper child. Yet, he wasn’t the little monster type either. Ian Nottingham was a quiet child with a roguish streak hidden deep inside. This was only let out when he was alone or with people, he could trust.

Ian laughed at the image, “Neither can I, Sara. Besides, for the news my father never watched much television. No, I would sneak out of my room into one of the servants lounge and watch there.” The blade gave her a flash of a cute little boy in his blue and white striped pajamas creeping around the mansion. She smiled watching him turn on the T.V, sat down on the floor, and happily watched. Ian saw the blade swirl on her wrist, obviously thrusting Sara into a vision. He was extremely curious and wanted to know what it showed her as a small smile appeared on her face.

She blinked back the haziness and the smile on her face grew wider. “So THAT is how you got to be so good in following me around without detection. You got some practice while you were a kid.” Ian blushed. “Did Irons ever catch you?” She asked curiously. “Yes,” Ian nodded his head an embarrassing smirk on his face. “Well what happened?” Sara was anxious to know.

“I made the mistake of deciding to shorten my trip to my room by cutting across the through the den instead of going my normal route.” Ian’s face was growing very flushed at the memory. “Nottingham, I don’t like being kept in suspense. So spill already!” Sara’s growing impatience was amusing to watch. Ian started to shake his head, “I should have known something was wrong when I heard soft grunting sounds coming from the room. And there was a heavy scent that lingered in the air. Something I have never smelt before. But I had assumed it was just my imagination playing tricks on me or that the sounds were coming from the large fire in the hearth.”

“Shouldn’t the fire have tipped you off that something wasn’t right?” Sara mocked. Disbelieving that Ian could have missed that as a sign of warning.

Ian could see the doubt in her eyes and he started to explain, “It wasn’t unusual for the fire to be burning so late, especially in that room. Irons ordered the staff to keep it going because the room was so cold. Therefore, I never took that as a warning. I walked in further into the room. Oh, how I wished I didn’t. The horror of what I witnessed that night. The image forever etched deeply into my mind. I wanted to look away, run away. But my eyes, like my legs, were rooted in place.” Ian covered his face with his hand.

“What? What?! What happened?!” Sara reached forward to pull his hand from his face but he wouldn’t budge. She was about to shake the man senseless if he didn’t say something soon.

“I saw my father,” He heard her gasp. Sara had stopped trying to pry his hand from his face, “But he was not alone.” Before she could ask whom the other person was Ian continued, “There on the leather couch was my father completely naked, and on top of a woman, who was also naked. I realized then that the sounds I heard earlier were my father and that woman.”

Ian described the compromising position he found his father in. “Before he saw me I managed to catch a glimpse of what they were doing.” Sara’s eyes were as round as saucers and her mouth hung wide open. “He was, uh, cradled between the woman’s legs, both were sweaty, which was the scent I had smelt in the air, and breathing rather heavily. Just before he realized I was there, he had moved forward into the woman causing her to scream out his name. He too caught in the throes and was about to scream out her name until he caught sight of me. Instead, he roared out my name ‘IAN!’ The sound of my name finally pulled me from my trance. I stared frighteningly into icy eyes and I could tell he was angry. That was when I willed my legs to move and I ran back to my room.” Ian peeked through his fingers to look at Sara. She had the same expression he had that very night.

Ian could tell that Sara was trying to hold in her amusement. Her brows were scrunched together, and she bit down on her lip. Her whole body began to tremble and quake. She was fighting a losing battle trying to restrain her laughter. “Sara you are allowed to laugh at my misfortune.” With his permission, Sara tilted her head back and let out boisterous fits of laughter, wrapping her arms around her waist. She was laughing so hard her stomach began to ache. Ian reveled in the sweet sound

“Oh my God,” she managed between laughs, “Can’t…believe…you…walked in… on Irons…having sex!” Slowly her laughter died down to a few chuckles and a snort or two.

“Believe me Sara, that was not how I wanted to find out what sex was. I definitely did not need the image of my father having it.” Ian appallingly exclaimed. He dropped his hand from his face. ‘Ian was pretty cute when he blushed,’ she thought.

“What happened after?” Sara said after regaining her composure.

“I sat on my bed waiting for the punishment to come. He came into my room, thankfully wrapped in his robe. He asked for an explanation for my not being in bed. I told him how I had sneaked to watch television in the servant’s lounge. There was a moment of silence then I quietly asked him if the woman was all right. He asked me why. I told him that I thought she was hurt because of the way she had screamed.” Sara smiled at the sweet innocence of that little boy she saw in her vision. “For the first time I had caught my father off guard. He started couching only to hide the laughter. His face grew red of embarrassment and his eyes flared.” He started to laugh a little remembering the look on Irons face.

“I waited for him to give me my punishment but none came. The next day he ordered to remove all the televisions, except for the one in his room, from the mansion. We never spoke of the incident again. Later when I realized what they had been doing that night was called sex, well I vowed back then I would never engage in such an act. The image was just too traumatic. I still have nightmares about it once in while.”

Ian lowered his head in embarrassment and sighed. Sara placed her hand on under is chin. Ian looked up with those soft, beautiful eyes of his and immediately Sara was lost. “I hope you weren’t serious about that vow of yours.” She grinned; it would have been a shame if he did. “Of course not, I was only a child. What the hell did I know about sex back then?” Sara let out a sultry laugh that had sent shivers down Ian’s spine and towards his libido. “Good,” She leaned forward with very intent on kissing him this time, “Perhaps I can help replace that nasty image with something else.” Ian’s eyes widen as he looked deeply into hers. Her attention shifted between his eyes down to his full lips.

Sara tilted her head slightly to the right as she moved closer. His eyes closed, waiting in anticipation. Her lips hovered just above his; she could still smell the liquor on his breath. Would his kisses be like the shot she took? Smooth, silky, and sweet to the tongue. Would she feel the same rush of heat coursing through her body? She wondered if the taste still lingered in his mouth. There was only one way to find out. Before capturing his mouth with hers, she flicked her tongue out to trace his upper lip.

Ian felt the tip of her tongue on his lip and gasped. The sensation was overwhelming and he had yet to wonder what it would feel like when they finally kissed. Sara grinned as his lips parted, waiting for her to delve deeper, and end his exquisite torture he’d been in since the first day he dreamt about her. They were so close, unfortunately, like the first time, they were interrupted once again. Ian groaned his frustration and Sara swore.

They pulled apart and turned their heads to see what the disturbance was about. Not to far from where there were sitting, a woman was heatedly yelling at a man. “You’re a bastard, Erik!” Sara recognized the woman. The one had been crying in the ladies room. Around them was her friend, another woman with blonde hair she did not recognized, and the guy she called Erik. “How could you bring her here?”

She pointed at the blonde haired woman. “Karen would you just let me explain its all a big misunderstanding. You’ve got it all wrong, Karen” Erik pleaded, reaching out to grab her arms. Karen stepped back, away from his hands, “And I was actually going to tell you that I loved you too. How could I have been so stupid to believe you really loved me?”

“I do love you, Sweetie!” Erik exclaimed.

“Don’t Sweetie me. I went over your apartment this afternoon to tell you how I felt and I seen you fucking her in your room.”

“Whoa, wait a minute. You’ve got it all wrong.” The blonde haired woman finally spoke up. “What you saw this afternoon was…”

“Why don’t you just shut up, bitch.” Karen quickly rounded on the woman but Erik immediately stepped between them. “Erik, I’m sorry but I don’t give a shit if she’s the woman you’re in love with, no one calls me a bitch.” The blonde woman yelled, ready for a fight.

Out of nowhere Jeni appeared, “What the hell is going on! Don’t you people have places where you can go to handle this PRIVATELY? Why must you start this shit here at the club? Erik please explain”

Before Erik was able, another man with short curly dirty blonde hair joins the group. “Gina!” The blonde woman that was standing behind Erik moved over to embrace the man. “Hey baby, sorry I’m late. The art show took much longer then I planned.” He leaned down and gave her a kiss not realizing the dramas that was going on. Gina sighed, “I’m just glad you’re here, Issac. Can we go back to the apartment now?”

“Why? What’s the matter?” Issac looked up to see Erik.

“She,” Gina pointed at Karen, “Called me a bitch.”

“What?! Why?”

“She is accusing Erik and I of having an affair. She caught us having sex this afternoon and thinks you were Erik.”

“This afternoon? Karen,” Jeni turned to her, “Erik was here this afternoon helping me stock the bar.”

“What?” Karen let out, uncertain of what she just heard.

“That is what I’ve been trying to tell you but you wouldn’t listen to me.” Erik started to explain. “Issac and Gina are old friends of mines that are visiting from L.A for the week. The loft they own is being renovated and I offered them to stay at my place. Issac here is an artist and one of his galleries just opened up in town. And I’m surprised you didn’t recognize Gina because you two work for the same modeling company. Let’s not forget the fact that they are married.”

“So, that wasn’t you having sex with Gina this afternoon?”

“Hell no,” Issac yelled, “The only person Gina will be having sex with is me, her husband.”

“Oh, baby, I like it when you’re demanding.” Gina winked her husband.

Issac’s eyebrow rose at the knowing looking in his wife’s eyes. “Uh, Erik, we gotta go. We’ll see you later.” Erik waved at them.

“So, you’re not in love with Gina? And you didn’t find another woman?”

Erik turned back to Karen and cupped her face between his hands, “No, you already know who I’m in love with.” He stroked her cheek with his thumbs, brushing away the new tears that started to flow.

“Oh God, Erik. I feel like such an asshole. I just got so angry when I thought I had lost you to another woman. I am so sorry. Will you ever forgive me?” Karen’s blue green eyes pleaded with his. Erik smiled, “Of course I forgive you but one condition?”

“What’s that?”

“Say it,” he begged. He had waited so long to hear it.

“I love you,” Karen whispered. Erik leaned in and passionately kissed her.

“Okay, okay, break it up. Break it up.” Jeni said pulling at Erik’s shoulder and breaking their kiss. “Erik you need to get back to work and Karen…well go do something while you wait for Erik to get off work.” Reluctantly they Erik had gone back to the bar while Karen and her bored friend disappeared into the crowd.

Jeni continued to walk around the club muttering under her breath, “Crazy psychos.”

Which Ian heard and started to chuckle. “What is so funny, Ian?” He shook his head, “Its nothing, Sara.” He regretted that they were unable yet again to experience their first kiss and that that little drama had slightly dampened the mood. However, Ian was going to make up for it. So was Sara. Ian looked over the dance floor. ‘Perhaps,’ he thought, ‘a dance might help?’ He listened to the music playing now. It was not a slow song he had hoped of for but why not.

“Sara would you like to dance?” He started to laugh again, “You have that look again my Lady.”

Sara quickly covered it up with a sheepish grin, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I like it when I am able to keep you off guard.” He got up from his seat and offered his hand to help her down. Thrilled that she had accepted his help.

“Well you’re doing a pretty good job at it, pal. Never pictured you as a guy who could dance.”

Sara entwined her fingers with his and led them towards the dance floor, Ian following closely behind. Unable to resist he leaned down to whisper into her ear, “I have many skills, Sa-ra.” His warm breath brushed against her skin. Sara stopped in her tracks and turned her head to look up at him. There was no mistaking the lust in those eyes, and for once Ian did not feel compelled to hide them from her. Sara’s mouth suddenly went dry.

“Sara?”

“Huh?”

“You look rather flush. Are you hot?” She stared into those eyes to see if he was teasing her again but could only see the genuine concern for her well-being.

“You have no idea, pal.” She muttered under her breath.

“What was that?” He leaned down so he could hear her over the loud music.

Sara shook her head, “Let’s dance,” she pulled him to the dance floor.

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  • Smell of Desire -- Spin, 03:06:23 07/10/03 Thu
  • OMG - you are killing me here. Between the HO alerts and Jake it's hard to breath. (NT) -- moondreamer, 11:49:57 07/14/03 Mon
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