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Date Posted: 21:23:21 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

“Come on!” Vicky whined, “Give me some scratch here, Jakey.”

“Drop it Vicky,” Jake hissed.

“Are you crazy?” Vicky snorted, she stared at him, an impish grin on her face, “No, fucking way am I going to let this down McCarty. This is just too good.”

Jake groaned in frustration. The moment they had hit the dance floor, Vicky quickly bombarded Jake with questions about Badlands, Eugene, and the ever-popular questions, ‘Are you really…?’ Vicky never got to say the ‘G’ word because Jake would always cut her off.

Jake had to wonder if facing Eugene would have been better then, what he thought, at the time, was an escape. Vicky continued to probe and pry into Jake’s personal life despite his protest. She made Danny and Sara look like rookies when it came to interrogation skills. The woman was like a dog with a bone. Gnawing away until finally…snap. Jake could here the crackling sounds in his resolve and he needed to find a distraction quick.

He searched for Sara near the table but she was gone. ‘Where did she go?’ he thought. He scanned the dance floor and saw Danny and Lee but where was Sara? He continued over to the opposite corner and there, to his surprise, was Sara in the arms of, “What the hell?!” he muttered under his breath.

“What is it?” Vicky questioned after seeing the shocked expression on Jake’s face. She turned her head to the general direction he was facing. ‘Pez, you lucky bitch!’ Vicky thought when her eyes landed on the couple. ‘Whoa, looks like Pez is taking my advice to heart and started testing out the dance and sex theory.’

They weren’t able to see what they were doing because Ian’s long hair was covering their faces, but Vicky was sure, from the looks of how close they were pressed against each other, they were up to something naughty. “Hey, Jakey. Ever see two people have sex on a dance floor before?” Vicky snickered, swearing at Sara for the umpteenth time on being the lucky bitch that caught Ian Nottingham.

Jake narrowed his eyes on Vicky, “That’s not funny. What the fuck is she doing with that…guy?” He hissed as the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head.

‘Uh oh, someone is jealous,’ Vicky thought. It was no secret around the precinct that the rookie had a crush on Sara. But after tonight, finding out about Eugene and Badlands, she had to wonder about Jake. ‘Hm, maybe he’s bi-sexual and didn’t know it,’ she snickered.

“I’m going to put a stop to this,” Jake said and that pulled Vicky out of her musings. ‘Whoa, timeout.’ She grabbed onto Jake’s arm, pulling him back. Vicky was not going to let Jake ruin the evening for Sara and Ian. Especially after all that hard work that was done to get them together. “Hold right there, McCarty. Leave Sara alone. Its none of your business who she’s with anyway.”

Jake wretched his arm from Vicky’s hands, “Well I’m making it my business. Sara must be drunk and that Nottingham asshole is taking advantage of her.” Vicky shook her head, she tried everything to thwart Jake from going off but he just ignored her.

“I’m warning you, McCarty, don’t do it or you’ll be sorry.” Jake brushed off the warning and started towards Sara and Ian. Over his shoulder he could hear Vicky not far behind, “Alright McCarty, its your funeral.” If she couldn’t keep the fool away then at least she was going to be there to watch. Because she was sure if Nottingham wasn’t going to do anything, then definitely Sara will, by reaming Jake a new one.

~*~

“Saa-ra,” Ian breathlessly replied. He was having a hard time trying to answer her question.

“Mmm,” was all she said.

“Saa-ra, please.” His voice was strained and she could tell that he was losing it. So, Sara decided to take pity and stopped eliciting a sigh of relief from Ian. She let out a throaty laugh. This time it was her turn to be smug. And when she eyed the purplish mark she had left behind on his neck, she blushed.

Ian was about to speak when he felt someone tap him on his shoulder. “Hey man, mind if I cut in?” Sara and Ian were both surprised to see Jake standing there. His jaw was set and anger just seems to radiate off him. Nevertheless, that did not intimidate Ian; “Actually, yes I do mind so, if you’ll just excuse us.” Ian turned to Sara but a hand on his shoulder made him stop.

“Look man I wasn’t asking you. How about it Sara, you wanna dance?” He had asked but his attention was not on Sara at all, he was boldly eyeing Ian. Sara could feel the tension rising between the two. This was not going to be good. She spotted Vicky and silently pleaded for her help. Vicky shrugged her shoulders and signaled back at Sara, ‘Its out of my hands.’

“Uh oh, Ladies. There’s trouble in paradise,” Eugene informed in a singsong kind of way.

Lara and Jeni looked up from what they were doing. “What? Where?” they both anxiously asked. Eugene motioned towards the dance floor.

“Shit!” Jeni yelled, upset that once again that guy was interrupting Sara and Ian’s time together. “What the fuck is up his ass?” she wondered.

“Well it’s not me that’s for sure.” Eugene said while drinking his second Midori sour.

“Well, go on and sick ‘um, Gene.” Lara ordered.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, there sis.” Eugene held up his hand, “Just because I have sex in that position does not make me a dog.” He snapped his fingers at her.

“So you’re not going to help?” Lara asked.

Eugene shook his head; “Look I’ve already done my part for the evening. Besides, what do *I*,” He motioned to himself, “Eugene, get out of doing this, hm?” He looked between Lara and Jeni.

“You might get Jake.” Jeni suggested.

“Oh please, I’ve given up on that one. I don’t have time for a closet case, and from the looks of things, he might be bisexual and he looks the jealous type. I seriously don’t need that kind of dramas in my life, thank you very much. Moving on.” Eugene waved his hand, taking a nice long sip of his drink.

“Ah, you’ll be in good graces with Ian.” Jeni tried again.

“Yes, but I don’t *get* Ian.” He countered. “Actually, why should I help you two with your hook ups anyway. Its your deal, not mines.”

“How about we hook you up, Eugene?” Jeni was getting desperate to find something that he could agree with.

“Oh, hell no! Never again. The last time you two tried to play matchmaker with me I ended up with a crazy psycho thief who stole all my shoes.”

“Well how were we supposed to know he was going to turn out like that? He seemed so nice when we met him.”

“Hell-O, he was on parole from prison. That should have been a warning sign right there.”

Jeni was out of ideas and turned to Lara, “A little help please.”

Lara crossed her arms and stared at Eugene, “If you don’t go over there and help out, I’m going to tell that guy, the one you have a major crush on, your secret.”

“What secret?” Eugene narrowed his eyes on Lara.

“You know that one, Gene. That time you got so drunk, you ended up in this hotel room that wasn’t even yours. And guess what, you woke up naked next to a wom…” Eugene’s eyes widen and he reached over to cover Lara’s mouth.

“I don’t remember any of that.” Eugene weakly stated.

“Of course not, you were too wasted. But I remember because you called me that morning to pick you up.”

That is when Eugene gasped and placed his hand over his chest, “You wouldn’t go that low and tell Keoki? Would you?”

Lara shrugged, “Try me,” she grinned. “Gene, desperate times call for desperate measures. And you know I would.”

Eugene looked between Jeni and Lara. He studied Lara’s stern face. Not wanting to take a chance and risk it, he acquiescently sighed, “Okay, okay, I’ll go but Lara you better not say anything.” He warned before leaving.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Jeni asked, “What secret?”

Lara shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know I was bluffing.” Lara winked.

“But what about all that you said to him.”

“Do you know how many times Gene has gotten so wasted, that he’s woken up in th most compromising positions, and the strangest places? More then I can count. And that last part, well I was playing on his fears.”

“His fears?”

“Yeah, he has this fear of being straight.” Lara grinned.

“You,” Jeni shook her head and eyed her, “You sometimes you scare me. And remind me not to play cards with you, because you got a hell of a poker face.” With that said, Jeni and Lara watched the dance floor.

~*~

“Jake, I appreciate the offer but no thanks.” Sara turned back to Ian.

“Come on Pez, just one dance, huh?” Jake flashed that charming smirk, the one he used on some of the women he has encountered. But it did not seem to work on Sara.

“She said no, Det. McCarty.” Ian informed.

“Hey look I wasn’t talking to you alright.” Jake made the mistake by getting up in Ian’s face. Sara could see that Ian was about to snap soon if something wasn’t done.

“Hey, hey,” she got in between them, her back pressed up against Ian. “Look, rookie I mind alright. So, why don’t you just get lost.”

Sara noticed that here words were lost on Jake, he kept eyeing out Ian. “It is obvious that Sara does not desire you company, Det. McCarty. But if you’re so intent to dance, I suggest you find someone willing. Perhaps that person behind you would care to dance with you.” Ian grinned as he looked over Jake’s shoulder.

“What?” Confused Jake turned around to see Eugene standing right behind him. “Heeeey, boyfriend” Eugene greeted. He started to shake his body in a provocative manner the slow song had already faded a more pumping beat. “Come on Jake, let’s dance and you can shake that ass of yours like I know you can.” Eugene had managed to get closer to Jake, who happened to be rooted in place. Eugene started to let his body flow to the music and started to sing along with the song.

Love the way my ass go bum-bum-bum-bum
Keep your eyes on my bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
And think you can handle this gadong-a-dong-dong
Take my thong off and my ass go vroom
Cut the lights off so you see what I could do

“Remember this move, Jake?” Eugene started to gyrate his hips; he turned around and started to shake his ass in front of Jake.

Jake couldn’t take it anymore, his head snapped between Vicky, Sara, and the people around him. He could feel his face turning red from embarrassment. While searching for the nearest exit, he didn’t see Eugene getting closer. Jake jumped when Eugene had lightly rubbed up against him. “Ah! No, get away,” he yelled and beeline it off the floor.

Sara, Ian, Vicky, and Eugene watched as Jake disappeared into the crowd. Ian turned to Eugene, “Thank you again, Eugene.” Flashing that smile.

Eugene sighed and rolled his eyes, “Oh, you’re welcome, Ian.”

“You know it’s a shame to waste this song.” Eugene eyed Vicky, “Come on girlfriend, let’s dance.” He dragged her into the middle of the dance floor. Sara and Ian could hear Eugene’s high-pitched voice, “Get out of the way cause Gene’s coming through. Uh, uh, come on girl work it.” They started to dance, bumping their hips together.

Ian and Sara watched on with amusement. She turned to Ian, “You want still want to dance?” Ian scrunch up his nose, “I’m sorry Sara but…” he trailed off.

Sara held up her hand, “Let me guess, not your speed?”

He sheepishly shook his head, “No.” Ian glanced at some of the people dancing around them. Though the rather risque moves he noted was something he would not mind doing with Sara. But he often thought such moves required at least a bed.

Sara saw Ian watching a couple dancing and wondered what was going through his mind. But catching the moves from that one couple, she had a pretty good guess what. “Come on, let’s take break. This isn’t exactly my type speed either.” She laced her fingers with his and lead them off the floor but not before saying, “at least on the dance floor that is.” Ian stopped and stared at her. She winked and tugged at his hand.


*Lyrics came from the song ‘Work it’ by Missy Elliot*

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