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Date Posted: 03:06:23 07/10/03 Thu
Author: Spin
Subject: Smell of Desire
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Smell of Desire" on 05:08:13 03/24/03 Mon

Jeni and Lara stood at the bar watching the cute couple shaking their booty on the dance floor. “Hey, he wasn’t lying. He really can dance. Go Ian, shake your bon bon.” Lara said as she too began to sway to the bumping sounds of the music. “Oh shit. Ho alert.” Jeni warned.

“What? Where?” Lara stopped swaying to the music and started to scan the club.

“Remember those two women I told you about that was hitting on Ian? Well, they are coming straight at us. And they are coming fast.” Jeni sighed as she placed her tray on the counter. Lara stood her ground and crossed her arms. They both waited as Ho one and Ho two made their way over to them and stopped.

The blonde one, known as Amy, appeared to be the spoke person for the duo. While the dark haired woman, Tonjia stood silently behind with her arms crossed and a mean look on her face. “I thought you told us he was gay?” Amy said loudly. “Yeah, you also said he was hooked up with that Eugene guy!” Amy’s silent partner decided to add in her two cents. “Shut up, Tonjia. I said I’d handle this.” Tonjia just rolled her eyes and stood quietly.

“So, what’s the problem ladies?” Lara asked.

“The problem,” Amy emphasizes raising a cocky eyebrow at Lara. Jeni had to hold Lara back from pouncing on Ho one. Her friend had already punched a woman earlier. She did not want that to happen again. Besides, she wanted to do it herself. “Is that he’s out there dancing with a WOMAN.” She pointed at Ian and Sara out on the dance floor.

“You are so blind,” Jeni began to shake her head.

“Excuse me?” Amy rolled her eyes at Jeni, along with her friend in the back.

“I said you’re blind. Can’t you see what is going on?” Jeni pointed towards the dance floor. “I mean take a good look at them. You can see it right, Lara?”

Lara absently nodded her head, “Oh yeah, I can definitely see it.” Though she had no idea what the hell Jeni was talking about. She stared at Jeni and raised a questioning eyebrow. Jeni gave a subtle nod and silently told her friend to follow her lead. Lara understood and kept her mouth shut.

“I don’t see anything. You Tonjia?” Amy turned to her friend who was intently staring at the couple, her eyes narrowed and her head leaned forward. “Uh, no, not really. What are we looking for?” Tonjia asked still watching Ian and Sara.

“Yeah, what are we supposed to look for?”

Jeni turned Amy around and they all watched Ian and Sara. “I guess it’s really hard to tell especially nowadays. But,” Jeni sighed, “You all should know the truth about Ian and the person he’s dancing with.” Jeni stopped for a dramatic pause. She looked at Amy and Tonjia both were attentively listening. She turned away to hid the amusement from the two women only to see Lara. Her confused expression almost did her in. Nevertheless, Jeni managed to hold in her mirth.

Jeni cleared her throat and continued, “Well you see Ian over there is,” another dramatic pause, “Is actually a lesbian.” Jeni had to bite her lip from laughing as she heard the two women gasping. Behind her, she could hear Lara having her share of trying to hold in her laughter. Lara was standing behind them, her face buried in her hands. Shaking her head as she heard Jeni tell these two women that Ian was a lesbian. Lara was sure that these two could not be that stupid. But then again observing the women’s reactions to the news, she wasn’t so sure. Lara did not want to waste the opportunity and let Jeni have all the fun so she added to the conversation, trying her best to hold down the laughter.

“Yeah,” Lara cleared her throat; it was getting hard to keep a straight face, “Jeni is right. And that person Ian is dancing with is really gay.” Jeni started coughing to cover up the laughter that escaped her lips.

“Oh…” Both Amy and Tonjia said nodding their heads as the information sunk it. “You know now that you pointed it out to us we can see it. It makes sense though.”

“Yeah,” Tonjia added, “Wonder if Eugene knows?”

“Man,” Amy looked longingly at Ian then shook her head, “What a waste. Come on Tonjia let’s go find some real men.” The two women walked away and as soon as they disappeared into the crowd both Jeni and Lara began to laugh.

“You know you two are so evil for talking advantage of such simple minds like that.” Jeni and Lara wiped away the tears of joy and tried to regain their composure. “But I must commend you ladies because that was too fucking hilarious! And what is this about me, hm?”

“Eugene!” Lara yelled out surprised to see her friend. She walked over to him and gave him a hug. Then they both gave air kisses as she pulled back.

“Hey girl! Ooo… I love these blue tints. Fab, girl, very fab.” Eugene said, while sinking into a barstool.

“Hi Eugene,” Jeni said as she gave him a hug and an air kiss next to his cheek. “How you are you?”

“Oh, I’m good now, girl. My flight got cancelled so I don’t have to work until tomorrow night.” Eugene informed in a singsong way. All too thrilled with the change of plans. “Any way,” He waved his hand in the air, “I want my Midori sour and the full story, ladies. I was used and I would like to know why and in what way! And those Ho’s. As funny as that shit was, you know you ladies were wrong.”

“Hey, if they don’t confront us in five minutes then they deserve that insult.” Jeni said in their defense.

Lara got behind the bar and started working on Eugene’s drink while Jeni sat next to him and told him the story about Ian and the Ho’s.

“Oh, this Ian Nottingham sounds delicious. Where is the mystery man?” Anxiously scanning the club for tall, dark, and delectable.

“Down girl!” Lara said as she placed the drink in front of Eugene, “Ian don’t swing that way, Gene.”

Eugene finally spotted Ian, raising an approving eyebrow, “Oh, an hour with me and he’ll be swinging alright. Trust me, girl.” He wiggled his eyebrow up and down, cheeks sucked in as he continues to take in all of Ian’s …assets.

“Eugene,” Lara lightly admonish her brows raised in warning.

Gene waved his hand, “Oh, don’t worry girl. I can already tell the man is straight and that he won’t be interested. Just look at him.” The all watched appreciatively as Ian shook his ass.

“Trust me, Eugene. The man has eyes for one person and that’s the woman he’s dancing with.” Jeni enviously added.

“You’re telling me, girl.” Taking a sip from his drink, “Why must all the good men be taken or straight?” Eugene complained.

“Or Gay,” Lara added.

“Oh, believe me sweetie. Its just as tough on this side of the closet to find a decent man.” All three sighed as they watch the beautiful couple on the dance floor.

By the time the song, ended Ian and Sara were both winded yet they were enjoying themselves. Another upbeat song started and Ian asked Sara if she wanted to continue. “Actually, let’s take a little break. I’m a bit thirsty. Aren’t you?”

Ian nodded his head but instead of going back to the bar, Sara dragged Ian off the floor and headed towards the table with Vicky and Lee. “Hey guys,” Sara said as they neared closer to the table. Lee handed Sara one of the water bottles Jeni had brought over. “Thanks, Lee,” Sara said before ripping the cap of and started gulping down the water, “Thirsty, Pez?” Vicky joked as they all watched. “Mmhmm,” Sara replied.

Half of the bottle was gone by the time Sara quenched her thirst and stopped drinking. “Aah, that feels much better. How about you Ian? Thirsty?” Sara asked. Ian nodded his head, “Actually, I am quite parched.” He was about to reach for the other water bottle but Sara thrusts hers into his hand. “Here you can have the rest of mines.”

Ian looked at Sara then down to the bottle. He stared at the spout, remembering how Sara’s lips were pressed against it. Soon, his lips would be doing the same. Perhaps he was being silly but the thought of sharing something so mundane as a bottle of water was rather intimately stimulating. “You gonna stare at it or are you going to drink some of that water, Ian?” Sara’s voice pulled him out of his reverie. Ian shook his head, brought the bottle to his lips, and began to drink the rest of the water. Wishing, how he would rather have poured the ice-cold liquid down his pants to cool off his growing arousal.

While drinking, Vicky took that moment to comment on Ian’s exceptional dancing skills. “Ian, I have to admit you really can shake that ass of yours.”

Ian choked on the last drops of water. He quickly bent over and started to cough. Sara immediately pounded on his back until his coughing subsided. She glared at Vicky who only shrug her shoulders and gave an innocent look. “You alright, Ian?”

He placed the bottle on the table, pulled out his silk handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped at his mouth. He coughed once, twice more into the cloth before straightening up. A blush was clearly across his face. He swallowed and looked over to Vicky. “I assume you were referring to my dancing skills?” She nodded her head while sipping her champagne. “Thank you, for your admiring…. comment?”

“You should take that as a compliment, Ian. You dance very well.” Vicky added.

“Thank you again, Vicky. My father had insisted I take some lessons while I was a child.”

“Really?” Sara was again surprised at this information. Irons actually ordered that adorable child to learn how to dance.

“Aw, that was so sweet of your father.” Lee chimed in with a smile.

“I assure you, Lee. At that age, it was not sweet. It felt more like a punishment.” Now, that he thought about it. Irons had ordered him to start his lessons a few weeks after that incident he had caught his father having, Ian shivered, sex. The realization finally hit him he did have a punishment. It was disguised as dancing lessons. Oh, his father was a devious man, indeed.

“Well, I for one am glad you had them. You got some pretty good moves there, Ian.” Sara smiled. Remembering how his body flowed to the music with grace and ease. The way he shook that fine ass of his.

Ian sheepishly smiled, “Thank you, Sara.” They stared at each other for a moment before they heard someone clear their throat. Vicky began to fan herself, “Damn things suddenly got sizzling hot in here. How do you feel, Lee?”

“Oh yeah, its so hot I can see steam.” Lee fanned herself, mimicking Vicky. Ian lowered his face to hide the huge grin. He knew what Sara’s friends were referring too. He had to agree, things were definitely heating up. Sara could only stare daggers at her best friends for their teasing. She looked up to see Ian, ‘Is he blushing?’ she thought.

“Will you excuse me for a moment, Sara? I must utilize the men’s room.”

“Yeah sure, Ian. I’ll be here waiting for you.” Ian knew better then to take Sara’s words literally. It simply implied that she would be here waiting for his arrival from the men’s room. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel his heart swell. For he hoped that one-day soon she would tell him that but for a different reason.

Ian smiled, “I won’t be long,” he reassured her. He turned to excuse himself from Lee and Vicky, “If you will excuse me, Ladies.” Quickly, he weaved his way around the crowd towards the men’s room. Perhaps a time in the men’s room will cool him down a bit.

Sara sat in the stool and leaned back, waiting for the Vicky and Lee inquisition. “Alright, woman. Spill and give us the juicy details before he gets back.” All three women leaned on the small table and Sara gave a short version, yet with all the juicy details Vicky wanted, of what happened so far with Ian and herself.

Vicky proudly sat back in her chair, “See, Pez. I told you to let things happen. And you were all worried. Aren’t you glad Lee, the waitresses, and I pushed you to the man? The things you would have missed out about him. See, we knew you liked him.”

“Okay, Vic, I get the picture. Thank you for pushing, sheesh.” Sara rolled her eyes. Deep down she really was grateful for the interference of her friends and those waitresses. Or else she would have missed out how great Ian really was. She longingly looked towards the men’s room, waiting for Ian to appear.

“So, what is going to happen next?” Vicky asked.

“I don’t know, perhaps more dancing.” Sara was eager to get Ian in a slow dance.

“That man can definitely move on the dance floor. Do you know what that means, Pez? Do you know what that says about a man?”

“No, Vick but I’m sure you are going to tell us.”

“I heard somewhere that dancing is an interpretation of how he’ll be in bed.”

“Oh God, Vic. Come on.” Sara rolled her eyes.

“No, seriously hear me out. Rhythm, stamina, creativity, playfulness,” Vicky started ticking off on her finger. “I mean come on guys, the list goes on. We all watched Ian dance. The man has rhythm; he flows smoothly with the music, and not once missing a beat. Stamina, do I really have to explain that one?” Vicky winked at Sara. The more Vicky started to explain, the more it started to make sense, and the more Sara was getting impatient for Ian’s arrival.

“Growing impatient, Sara?” Lee teased, counting how many times Sara turned to look for Ian. The woman had no idea. If Vicky’s little theories were true, well she wanted to test them out first hand. Sara tore her eyes from the men’s room.

“So, what are the chances that we can engage in anything more than just conversation?” A man’s voice broke through the camaraderie of the table.

“Listen pal you better get your ass out…” Sara trailed off as she turned to see her partners. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Nice to see you too, partner.” Danny smiled. He walked over to his wife and gave her a kiss on the lips. “Looking good by the way.”

“Damn, Pez. You’re looking hot in that dress.” Jake grinned as he let his eyes roam up and down Sara’s body.

“Ahem, what the hell am I? Chop liver?” Vicky complained.

Jake and Danny turned to see Vicky. “You look great, Vic.” She smiles and nods her head, “Thank you, Daniel.” She then turned her attention to Jake.

“You actually clean up pretty well, Vicky.” Jake teased.

“Jake!” Sara and Lee yelled. Vicky on the other hand raised her eyebrow and began scratching it with her middle finger.

Jake snickered and raised his hand in mock surrender, “I was just kidding guys.” He turned to Vicky and said, “You look beautiful, Vicky. Honestly.” Giving her his best charming smile. Vicky grinned back, “You’re so sweet, Jakey.”

“So, why are you guys here? I thought you guys had plans of your own. You know a guys night out.” Sara sounded a bit nervous and anxious. Ian had yet to arrive and this time instead of feeling impatience for his return, Sara hoped he took his time. She really did not need a show down between her partners and Ian. ‘Oh, what fun that would be,’ she thought.

“We got bored and tired.” Jake said without going into much detail.

“Yeah, I got bored kicking his ass in pool,” Danny added, a smirk on his face.

“And I got tired of losing my money to him.” Jake finished, rolling his eyes.

“So thanks to Jake, I’ll be buying the next round.” Danny said while trying to find a waitress.

“You don’t have to worry about it, Danny. We got it covered. We or I should say Sara here got us a sugar daddy…” Vicky started to say but Sara stopped her with a kick to the shin. “Ow,” she yelped.

“What?” Danny and Jake gave Sara a confused look. She only shrugged her shoulders and started to look around the club, averting their questioning stare.

“Sweetie, let’s dance.” Sensing the potential interrogation, Lee pulled Danny’s arm and dragged her to the dance floor giving Sara some breathing room. Jake on the other hand was not so easy to thwart off.

“What is Vicky taking about, Pez?” Sara raised her brows and shook her head, “No, idea Jake.” She subtly looked over to the men’s room. Her heart sank when she spotted Ian moving towards their table. Her mind was reeling; she didn’t know how to get rid of Jake before Ian arrived.

Seeing Sara’s dilemma Vicky tried to help, “Hey Jakey you wanna dance?” Unfortunately, it didn’t work. “Nah, not right now, Vicky. But I’ll be happy to dance with you to the next song. Thanks for asking though.” Vicky forced a smile and said, “Sure no problem.” She looked over at Sara and mouthed, ‘I tried.’

Ian stopped in his tracks when he sensed a wave of apprehension coming from Sara. He looked over to the table and spotted Sara’s partner, Jake McCarty. He had never met nor spoken to Jake but he found that he disliked the blonde rookie very much. Jake was standing unnecessarily too closely to Sara which made Ian curl his hands into fists. The wave of animosity quickly surged through his body. His heart nearly sank when he watched Sara place a hand against Jake’s chest. But to his satisfaction, she had done so to only push Jake way, keeping him at a safe distance.

Ian made his way over to the bar, where Lara, Jeni, and a man he did not recognize were huddled at the end. He sat in the empty barstool. “Ian?!” Jeni was surprised to see him. “What are you doing here? Where is Sara? Why aren’t you with her?” Lara stared at Eugene whose mouth hung open and his eyes widen. ‘Looks like Ian’s appeal works on both sexes.’ Lara reached over to close her friend’s mouth.

“I think it is unwise for me to return to the table at the moment.” Ian said.

“Why? You and Sara were doing great. What happened? Did she yell at you again?” Lara was about ready to tell of Sara if she did.

“No, it is not Sara.” Ian reassured.

“Then what is it?”

“It seems one of her partners has arrived.”

“So, what is the problem?” Jeni asked.

“Remember when I said Sara did not like me? Well I can safely assume her partners feel the same way. I also have this suspicion that her partner has a crush on Sara.” He informed.

“Well then why don’t you go over there and straighten it out.” Lara asked as she eyed the other man. She was sure that Ian could take him on with ease.

“I am sure I can, Lady Lara but I do not want to put Sara in that position. This is her partner, her friend. I do not want to cause any trouble because of me.” They were already doing so well. He did not want to jeopardize, let alone risk their newfound relationship.

“We understand, Ian.” Jeni placed a supportive hand on his shoulder.

“So, what do we do?” Lara asked.

“I don’t know.” Jeni replied.

“Ahem,” Eugene subtly cleared his throat. When no one seemed to pay attention for the fifth time, Eugene got louder. “Excuse me! Introductions please.”

Lara snapped out of her thoughts and sheepishly grinned, “Oh, sorry, Gene.” Lara turned to Ian. “Ian I would like you to meet a friend of mine, Eugene.” Lara pointed at him, “Gene, this is Ian.”

Eugene stuck his arm out, his hand lightly bent at the wrist. “It is nice to make you’re acquaintance, Eugene.” Ian reached over intending to shake his hand but grabbed the tips of Eugene’s fingers. Ian was a bit confused; this sort of handshake was revered for women. Then it finally hit him, “EUGENE!” the supposed boyfriend of the gay Ian.

“That’s right, Hon. You’re supposed lover.” Eugene winked. Ian coughed a little, averting his eyes.

“Gene!” Lara cautioned.

“What? I was just teasing. I was just playing, Ian. No offense right?”

“None taken, Eugene.”

“See Lara,” Eugene pointed out. “So, you can wipe that ‘I’m going to chop off your dick if you don’t stop messing’ look off your face, girl.” He told Lara who had her hand on her hips. Ian smiled; he was finding the man’s antics quite humorous.

“Any way, perhaps I can help you out, Ian. I can be of some great use you know.” Eugene said, as he wiggled is eyebrow.

“How so?” Ian suspiciously eyed Eugene. Ignoring the sexual innuendo.

Eugene grinned, “The guy over there talking to your lady. Is his name Jake, ah, oh, I know this. His last name starts with an M.” Gene furrowed his eyebrows in concentration.

“McCarty,” Ian supplied.

“That’s it. Jake McCarty.”

“Wait a minute. How do you know the guy, Eugene?” Jeni asked.

“I meet him a couple of months ago at Badlands. You know that club, right?” Ian, Lara, and Jeni nodded their heads. “Any way, he was wearing this black silk and leather ensemble. Damn he looked good that night. Oh, and he had some eyeliner. He was looking hot. Well to make this short, we bought each other a couple of drinks, talked, danced, and flirted. I gave him my number, said he’d call, but he never did.” Eugene turned around, and narrowed his eyes on Jake.

“But he doesn’t look gay.” Lara said.

“Its because you’re looking through heterosexual eyes, Honey. Believe me, I can spot them a mile away. That man is a closet case, a deep one. Guess that is why he didn’t call me.”

“Perhaps he just needs a good man to help him out of the closet.” Jeni, Lara, and Eugene turned to stare at Ian, who was at that moment sporting an impish grin.

“What did you have in mind, gorgeous?” Eugene asked his curiosity peaked.

“I’ve devised a plan and I need Eugene’s help. I do hope you are not offended that I would use you?”

“Use me any way you want, sexy.” Eugene said.

“Chop, chop, Eugene!” Lara teased, her hand chopping in the air.

“Shit, Lara. I was just messing. Don’t worry, me and my dick will behave.”

“I don’t believe this.” Jake complained, “Where is the waitress? I really want a beer.”

“Hello ladies,” Jeni had magically appeared. Vicky and Sara greeted her. “Ya’ll having a good time?”

“Guess so. Though it would be better if,” Sara started to complain but Jeni interrupted, “Don’t worry, Hon. Things will definitely pick up.” She winked.

“Hello, can I get a beer please?” It was obvious Jeni already did not like Jake at all. “Here you go.” Jeni placed the shot glass in front of him.

“Uh, I didn’t order this. I was actually going to order a beer.”

“I know, someone had ordered it for you. The person said you’d really enjoy this drink.” Jeni informed.

“Really?” Jake perked up, “What’s it called?”

“A blowjob,” Jeni coolly replied.

Vicky and Sara’s eyes widen. Jake on the other hand had a huge smile on his face; he resisted the urge to rub his hands together. “Oh, and where is this person?” Jeni smiled, as she pointed at the bar. “Right…over…. there.” Her finger stopped on Eugene who was sitting at the bar, sipping on his drink, and waving back. Jake’s face fell, his mouth dropping to the floor.

Vicky choked on her drink, and Sara buried her face in her hand. The look on Jake’s face was classic. Sara bit her lip, holding back her laughter. Jeni waved back at Eugene, who was now making his way over to the table. “Oh my God,” Jake whispered as he tried to bury his face in his hands, hoping to hide away from Eugene. Remembering the last time, he had met him.

“Aren’t you going to say hello, Jake? Or introduce me to your friends?” When Eugene got no response, he continued. “Hi I’m Eugene.”

“Its nice to meet you, Eugene.” Sara said.

“Hi there. So, Eugene how do you know Jakey over here.” Vicky was dying to know.

Eugene started to explain. “But the bastard never called me back.” Gene narrowed his eyes on Jake who still had his head buried in his hands. “I really thought we had something special, Jake. Oh, God, I promised myself I wouldn’t cry.” Eugene’s voice reached a high-pitched weep. He pressed his fingers against his quivering lips. He used his other hand to fan away the fake tears. Jeni just stood back and waited for her cue, all the while hiding her smile behind her tray.

Eugene wiped away the tears that never came and said, “But I understand how hard it is for you, Jake. To come out of the closet. And when you do, I’ll be here waiting for you.” Eugene wailed aloud and dramatically flew himself into Jeni’s waiting arms. Jake peaked through his fingers and could see Eugene’s shoulders shaking. Another loud wail escaped Eugene’s lips.

“Hey Vicky, how about that dance now?!” Without giving her time to respond, Jake pulled her from the chair and dragged her to the dance floor. “It was nice to meet you, Eugene.” Vicky yelled back.

As soon as they left, Eugene straightens up and starts to compose himself. “Damn I was good. I should get an award for best actress.”

“You were quite believable, Eugene.” Sara turned when she heard Ian’s voice. “I don’t know how to thank you?” Ian stood next to Sara, his hand resting on the back of the chair.

“If you really want to know how…. wait,” Eugene stopped in his teasing, “I can feel Lara’s eyes boring into my back. Jeni, does Lara have that look like she wants to castrate me?”

“Yes, she does.”

“Damn, no fun I tell you. Well Ian, it was all my pleasure. You two have fun.” Eugene winked walked away, Jeni following behind.

Ian turned on Sara, placing his other hand on the table, trapping her where she sat. Sara looked from Eugene’s retreating form, back to Ian. She was met with intense amber eyes. After finally remembering to breathe, Sara said, “You set that whole thing up?”

With a sheepish grin, “Yes, I did.”

“Why?” Sara tired to read his eyes and was surprised to see hurt registered in them.

“It is no secret that your partners dislike me, Sara.” She lowered her head, knowing that she had not exactly helped with his image much in the past year.

“They see me as a threat. If I had simply walked up to you while they were here, well they would treat me as one. They will not understand your change in attitude towards me. I can even assume that they will question your sanity.” Ian grinned, “I did not want to be the cause of some unwanted tension between your partners, and I did not want you to become upset because of it. We have already been through enough ‘dramas’ as someone put it. I want you to enjoy the rest of the night” Ian gently grabbed her chin and lifted her head up, “with me.”

She smiled up at him, liking this bold Ian Nottingham. “So you got a guy to pretend that he and Jake were together.”

Ian’s smile grew wider, “Sara did you realize your partner not once said anything in his defense. How he just let Eugene accuse him of being gay and what not?”
Ian laughed, “Sara you have that look again.”

“Wait! You didn’t make up that story? Everything Eugene said was true?” Sara stared at him.

“I am capable of many things, but not making up such an elaborate story. Eugene was being truthful. The only thing I had planned was sending McCarty the drink and having Eugene take the credit for it. That is all.”

Sara shook her head and grinned at Ian, “You know Nottingham you got a devious mind.” He only shrugged. Sara leaned in closer, “You know,” her voice became low and sultry, “It would be a shame to waste a good blowjob. Would you mind?” Ian’s eyes blazed with unadulterated lust, his mouth became dry, and his arousal painfully confined in his pants. Sara was happy with the reaction she got from him. He had caught her completely off guard most of the night; the least she wanted was to return the favor.

Not breaking eye contact, Sara reached for the untouched shot glass, “You don’t mind do you?” She held the glass in front of his face. Ian blinked a few times to realize what Sara was referring too. He nearly groaned out his frustration that she had meant the drink then something more intimate. Taking deep breaths, Ian tried to lower his anxious heartbeat, and said, “No, I do not mind at all, Sa-ra.”

It was Sara’s turn to feel flush, his fervent voice echoing in her ear. She brought the glass to her lips and slowly drank. When she was done, she placed the empty glass on the table. “Well?” He asked. Sara licked her lips and said, “Not bad.” “Really?” Ian’s attention was on Sara’s lips, “Perhaps I should have a taste.” Sara glanced at the empty glass, “Sure, we could have Lara or Jeni bring over another…”

Before Sara could finish her sentence Ian had leaned down and captured her mouth with his. This was no hesitant first kiss. No bumping of noses or the slow meeting of lips. This fiery kiss was long over due. Ian’s fear that his inexperience would hinder his ability was washed away by his overwhelming desire for this woman.

It took Sara only a second to realize Ian was kissing her. She reached forward and grabbed a handful of his shirt, pulling him closer to her. The blade on Sara’s wrist began to hiss a contented sigh. Ian could actually feel the heat emanating from the Witchblade. He started to trace her lips with his tongue, coaxing them to part. Sara all too happy opened up for him. Ian framed her face and kept her in place as he delved deeper into her mouth. She let out a soft moan as the velvet tip of his tongue met hers.

“Damn, those two have yet to come up for air.” Eugene said, as the trio observed the couple kissing.

“Yes!” Jeni and Lara yelled, as they high five each other.

“Whoa, don’t leave me out ladies.” Eugene raised his hand and waited for his. “So what couple number are they?” he asked.

“What are you talking about, Gene.”

“Oh, please, I know you two. Every night you ladies try to hook up at least one couple. I swear it’s like the Love Connection with you two. Always matchmaking everyone that comes in here.”

“Hey, we can’t help being such big romantics. Besides, it’s a wonderful feeling to know that you were responsible to make it happen for two people.” Jeni said.

“So, like I said. What number couple are Ian and Sara?”

Jeni and Lara said with a big smile on their faces, “Eleven.” Eugene shook his head and took another sip of his drink.

They turned their attention back to Sara and Ian. “Did they come up for air yet?”

They continued to explore each other’s mouths until the necessity to breath was required. Reluctantly, Sara and Ian pulled back slightly only to fill their deprived lungs with oxygen. Their mouths were only an inch apart and their ragged breathing mingled with each other’s. Sara could feel Ian’s heart pounding under her palm as she smoothed out his crumpled shirt. She knew her own heart was beating just as fast.

Sara was the first to recover her voice, “Well?” she asked. She searched his eyes for any signs of what he thought about the kiss. Ian grinned and started to caress her cheek with the back of his hand. “It was incredible, Sara. Though I have nothing to compare it to.” He shyly admitted.

Sara’s eyes widen, “What do you mean? Are you saying you’ve never kissed anyone before?” Ian shook his head, “No, my Lady. You are the first.”

“I, you, wow.” Sara stuttered unsure how to respond to that. “So, since I’m the first, how do you know it was incredible?” she teased.

“If you’d like, I can find another woman and kiss here. See how she compares.” Ian made to turn around but Sara grabbed his shirt again, “Don’t you even think about it, pal.” She warned him. Ian only laughed, “I would not even dare to try. You’ve been the only woman I have ever wanted, Sara. To share my first kiss, and so many other ‘firsts’.” He blushed and lowered his head.

He looked up from his bowed head, “Sara you have that…”

“That look, yeah, yeah I know.” She finished for him. “I’m just really surprised. I mean you’ve never thought about, you know with anyone else?”

Ian shrugged his shoulders, “No woman has ever held my interest like you, Sara. Everyone else seems to pale in comparison. It is you, Sara, that I have been saving myself for. It has always been you.” She was taken aback by his admission. She did not know what to feel. Should she feel honored? Or scared as hell?

Ian stood there uncomfortable from the silence that had fallen between them. He should have known that this was too much for her to take. “I apologize, Sara. I shouldn’t have been so forward.” She could feel him pull away from her.

“Don’t go,” she whispered, her grip tightens on his shirt. “I feel honored Ian, really I do. I just don’t know what to say. But please don’t go.” Ian let out the breath he had been holding. “Then you are not upset with me?”

“Upset? No, Ian, I’m not. Just made me realize we’ll have to take things a bit slower then what I had expected.” Ian Nottingham a virgin. The very idea was unbelievable. And the thought that he was saving himself for her was touching and frightening. ‘Talk about pressure,’ she thought. Yet, she was determine and very willing to exceed every aspect of his expections.

“Expected?” Ian raised his head, a confused expression on his face.

Sara started to blush, “Yeah, well I had expected to take you home with me and, um, just jump your bones.” Ian’s eyes widen. His surprised expression made her laugh.

“And now that you know, you won’t do this to me?” Ian said rather disappointed.

Sara grinned, “Ian, you’ve got a lot of firsts you have yet to experience.” She reached up to caress his bearded cheek. Smiling as he leaned into her touch, “I want to be that person you experience it with. But in order to do things right, we have to go slowly.”

Ian’s heart began to swell, “Does this mean that you and I, our relationship has….”

“Let’s just take things slow, okay Ian?” Sara recommends.

Ian smiled, “Alright, Sara. Slow. So,” the music began to change and the fast beats were replaced with the soothing sounds of a slow song, “You won’t object to a slow dance then?”

Sara pulled him closer and gave him a lingering kiss, “You’ll hear no objects from me.”

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