Smell of Desire -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 21:20:21 08/01/03 Fri
Author: Spin
Subject: Smell of Desire
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Smell of Desire" on 05:08:13 03/24/03 Mon

A/N: Sorry for the long wait but RL had kicked my muses to the curb for a while. But they fought back and here is more. Let me know what you think. Enjoy =)
~*~

Both had been unwilling to break away from their second kiss. Yet, the need for air was more important then the feel of each other�s lips. So, after much effort and their bodies demand for oxygen they pulled apart. Giving each other a brief reprieve to catch their breaths. After regain his composure, Ian took Sara�s hand and finally lead her onto the dance floor.

Ian deftly weaved around the crowd dance floor. Unmindful that they had just passed by Danny and Lee. Sara caught Danny�s confused expression. She grinned and shrugged her shoulders. Danny watched as she disappeared behind the mass of people. He stopped dancing and started to pull away from Lee.

�Sweetie, where are you going? The song isn�t done yet.�

�Sara,� was all he said.

�What about her?�

�I just saw her,� pointing to where he had last seen her, �I saw here right there and she was holding Nottingham�s hand no less.� He turned to Lee, �What the hell is she doing?� Not bothering to wait for Lee to answer he started to move, off to find Sara but Lee held a firm grip on his arm.

�Where are you going?�

�To go find Sara.�

�Why?�

�Nottingham,� as if the name should have been a sufficient explanation and reason in order for Lee to understand Danny's logic.

�What about him, Danny?�

Danny glared at his wife as if she was crazy. He grabbed her shoulders and looked squarely into her eyes, �Baby, Nottingham is a very dangerous guy and I don�t think it�s a good idea for Sara to be hanging around with him. Why in the world is she with him? I mean he is a nutcase, Lee. �

�Stop,� she said, cutting Danny off. �Sweetie, I know you�re just concern for Sara. But she is a big girl. She can definitely take care of herself.�

�I know but she shouldn�t be seeing Nottingham.� He stipulated.

�Honestly, its not your call on who Sara should or shouldn�t see. That is up to her not you. So, let it go and let her have some fun with whomever she wants to be with.� Lee asserted.

�Even if the guy isn�t normal?�

�Sara isn�t exactly normal herself,� Lee quipped, �It will take an extraordinary rare man to handle a person like Sara Pezzini. And you know it.� She said matter-of-factly, raising an eyebrow, daring Danny to prove her wrong.

�Yeah, but this guy has gotten a lot of shit done to him. Genetic enhancements, drug induced�.� Lee placed a finger across Danny�s lips, breaking off the list of pessimistic comments concerning Ian.

�Yet, he still managed to be the ever polite gentleman even after Sara accused him of bothering Vicky. When in fact came to her rescue when some jerk tried to hit on her. Paid for our drinks, but not once asked for anything in return from any of us. He treated us like ladies and regarded us with nothing but the upmost respect.

You and even Sara earlier made him out to be some kind of fiend. Though, you two knew nothing about him. But finally Sara decided to give him a chance,� with the help from a few women but Lee kept that part to herself. �And I think you should too.�

�I still think Sara is way over her head about Nottingham.�

When she heard the acquiesce in Danny�s voice Lee wrapped her arms around her husband�s neck, pulled him closer, and started to sway slowly to the music. �Well I think Sara is falling head over heels but won�t admit it yet.�

�Baby, don�t you think it�s too early to tell?� Danny asked as wrapped his arms tighter around her waist. �Mmhm, but like I told Vicky, I just have this feeling. Besides what�s important is that Sara is happy, right?�

Danny sighed, �Yeah.�

�And its pretty obvious that she is,� Lee motioned over Danny�s shoulder to where Sara and Ian stood, holding each other. Danny turned his head. He grinned when he spotted the huge smile on Sara�s face. �She really did look happy,� he thought.

Danny turned back to his wife, �Out of curiosity, what would you have done if your lecture hadn�t stopped me from going over there?�

Lee grinned, �If you had gone, not only would your partner be angry with you for interrupting so would I. You�d be sleeping in the dog house for a considerate amount of time or until I was no longer angry at you.�

Danny nodded his head, �That�s not bad. I could have handled that punishment.�

�And no sex until this baby is born.� Lee added with a smirk.

He gasped, �Ouch, babe, that hurts.� Lee shrugged her shoulders. He shook his head; the very idea of no sex was harsh. Danny was now grateful that he did not go. Because he knew, his wife was very serious.

~*~

After snaking through the hoards of people, Ian found the perfect spot. It was a bit darker and had a little more room to move around. Then again, he hadn�t planned on moving too far away from Sara. Quite the opposite actually. It is a slow dance and the whole purpose was to get as close as possible to one�s partner while dancing. This was exactly what he was going to do. With Sara�s permission of course.

Ever since Vicky�s play by play on how a guy�s dancing skills crossed over to how he would be in bed, well Sara had been anxious to get Ian back on the dance floor. Especially up close and personal during a slow song. Yet, after he had so subtlety admitted that he was a virgin, Sara was hesitant. She just had this overwhelming urge to make sure everything was perfect. Yet, she did not know how to proceed, absently losing some of her control. Something she rarely lost.

Surprisingly, right now Sara wasn�t all too worried about it as she would have normally been. Lucky enough Ian was willing to take control and knew exactly what to do.

Sara had to fight from rolling her eyes shut when she felt his hands encircle her waist. His fingers brushing against her bare back. He slowly pulled her closer, giving her choice to arrange the distance between their bodies. Ian sighed when he felt her move towards him. They were so flushed against each other that not even a sliver of light could pass through.

Sara ran her hands up his arms, over his broad shoulders, and eventually around the nape of his neck. The back of her fingers brushed against the bind that kept his hair together. She had a sudden urge to run her fingers though the loose curls. Sara looked up and bit her lower lip, �would he mind if I let his hair down?� She wondered, unsure if she should.

Ian pulled his head back slightly to stare down at her. A grin spreading across his handsome face. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, �Do what you wish, Sa-ra. My only desire is to please you.�

This time Sara rolled her eyes shut, reveling in the teasing feel of his lips and warm breath brushing against her ear. A familiar image flashed across her mind. They were in her office with Ian sitting on a filing cabinet. He looked over to her with those eyes and said, �I would do anything to please you.� Gracefully he hopped off and offered his hands to her. An obvious move on his part to suggest that he be restrained with her handcuffs. �Oh, the possibilities,� she thought. But that never happened between them, right?

Who cared really? The same man expressed the words �please you�. Sara was pulled out of her reverie when she felt him nuzzling his soft lips and beard across the smooth surface of skin on her neck near her ear. She couldn�t help but moan out softly. Feeling him smile against her.

Damn it, the man was doing an exceptional job please her. Not that she was complaining of course, but it made her wonder. If she did not already know that Ian Nottingham is a virgin, she would have sworn that he wasn�t. He seemed to have the knowledge of a well experience lover. This was not how a virgin was supposed to act. Even she didn�t act this bold when she was one. All she remembered was that she had been uncertain, shy, anxious, clumsy, and scared.

Ian did not express these traits. Quite the opposite as a matter of fact. He knew which spots to pay close attention too. How to caress, stroke, and lick. Sara gasps when Ian started to lick that sensitive spot on her neck. Tightly wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him closer to her. Crushing her breasts against the expanse of his solid chest, and drawing his mouth closer to her neck.

How is it that a thirty-something year old virgin knew how to set her off without even touching the main areas of her body? How could Ian know the two most important questions when it came to sex: where and how? Good grief the man was driving her crazy.

That was when she heard the soft giggling. Sara looked to the right to see if someone was standing besides her, fortunately the movements made it appear that she was offering Ian more room to work, which he happily complied. No one was there, but the giggling continued. Sara realized she was hearing it in her mind.

She pulled her right hand back slightly. The ornate bracelet was glowing brightly on her wrist, �what was It up to now?� As if to answer her, the blade urged Sara to close her eyes again. She was definitely in for a surprise, �Oh, my God.�

Not only was the blade a powerful weapon disguised as a bracelet, it was also a portable porn flick. Segment after erotic segment, images of two lovers, who happen to look like them, were busy getting�busy. �Whoa! Never thought that was even physically possible.� Sara notably watched in an awed admiration. Was this what the blade was showing Ian? It would explain how he knew that to do.

Sara watched as the Ian look alike ran his finger down his lady�s bare back. That very moment Sara felt Ian�s finger mimicking the same movement. The sensation caused her to shiver in his arms. Sara heard Ian let out a low chuckle. Not only did she hear it she also felt it. The rumbling vibration of his chest began to rub against her breasts, the insignificant friction inadvertently causing Sara�s nipples to harden.

She had hoped to teach Ian in time the finer things when it came to sex. However, the blade took it amongst itself to do that for her. Then again being shown how its down and actually engaging in the act were very different. Sara eyed the glowing bracelet. She wasn�t sure if she should curse the damn thing or thank it. �So much for going slow,� Sara thought.

Much to Sara�s objections, Ian pulled back, a smug smile on his face. With help from the Witchblade Ian was able to cause a welcomed reaction from his lady. Though the little game he played did have its drawbacks. Not only did he manage to arouse Sara but himself as well. It was fairly evident and was sure that Sara could feel the evidence against her thigh. Ian felt embarrassed and nervous about what Sara would think. Yet, after seeing the desire mirrored in her eyes it was instantly swept away.

Sara smirked at the self-satisfied expression on his face. She raised her eyebrow in challenge. After a job well done, the blade on Sara�s wrist quieted down, becoming dull and dark. Leaving Sara to fend for herself, �Et tu Witchblade? Come on,� she silently pleaded with the blade to give her something to get back at Ian for his, albeit sweet, torture. �This is not fair. Come on Witchy girl. I�ll make it worth your while,� the blade seem to have perked up a bit, a small flash of red was seen. �I�ll give you a nice long soak in some cleaning solution. Get you all nice and shiny. What do you say?�

She heard the blade sigh and started to glow once again. Sara�s eyes widen, �Looks like we have few more things in common.�

Sara�s hand reached for the bind that was holding his hair and yanked it off. Eliciting a hiss from his lips. Wavy locks came tumbling down, surrounding their faces with a veil of brown locks. Keeping out the prying and curious eyes of outsiders. Sara sighed as she ran her fingers through his soft and silky mane.

Ian closed his eyes, reveling in the sensations of her hands running through his hair. Like an overgrown cat being petted, Ian purred his satisfaction. The low murmuring sound only managed to make Sara more turned on, spurring on more tantalizing thoughts. Sara quelled the ideas for now. They were still in public.

The blade hissed on her arm. Impatiently waiting for Sara to carry out what it had showed her. �Alright already, sheesh,� Sara mentally replied. With Ian�s eyes still closed, Sara leaned forward, fully pressing her body against his. Ian couldn�t help but moan.

With her hand, Sara pushed aside his collar of his shirt, exposing his tanned flesh. Sara flicked her tongue out and licked the area where the shoulder and neck meet. She heard Ian gasp and started to lick again.

�Sara?� Ian croaked. He cleared his throat and tried again. �Sara, what are you doing?� He asked while leaning in closer, lost in the sensation of Sara�s lips brushing the sensative area. His arms absently tightening around her.

�Turn about is fair play, Ian.� Sara seductively replied just before placing her mouth down.

Ian took a deep breath and tried to regain as much of his composure as he could but it was unavailing attempt. The feelings were just too overwhelming. �Sara,� he started to speak but took a reluctant pause when she started lightly sucking. �Sara,� Ian tried again, but failed to sound firm as it came out instead a feeble attempt to thwart off Sara�s concentration. He tried to fall back on his years of training, trying to separate his mind from his body. Betting that his instructors never thought to teach him how to suppress his urges when it came to physcial pleasures bestowed upon by a woman he was in love with.

�Stop please,� Ian begged, all signs of articulate speech lost to him. It was hard enough to utter those two words.

Sara briefly stopped her ministrations only to pose a question, �Do you REALLY want me stop, Ian?� With that said she continued.

Ian groaned, �NO! YES!� God, the woman was making him crazy. If she didn�t stop soon he was going to lose it.

~*~

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Re: smell of desire -- Naggie23, 08:28:26 08/09/03 Sat