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Date Posted: 13:01:17 06/03/02 Mon
Author: moondreamer
Subject: A Day in the Life - Chapters 4-5 (End)
In reply to: moondreamer 's message, "A Day in the Life - for the archive" on 12:56:33 06/03/02 Mon

Chapter 4

Unfortunately, Sara�s new found resolve didn�t last. She kept finding her mind returning to Ian and his whereabouts. She had finished with picking up the clothes in her loft and started on the trash. She was in the process of separating the overflowing trash bag into two others when she stopped in her tracks again. What if something HAD happened to him? What if he was hurt, injured? Her mind became a kaleidoscope of images of Ian. Ian hurt, Ian lying on the ground somewhere, his ruby blood in a widening pool around him, Ian in trouble. She looked down at the Witchblade but it just glowed softly. Sara didn�t really know what Ian did for Kenneth Irons � but as one of the most dangerously capable men she had ever met she could only imagine. And boy, did her imagination work overtime. She began to work herself into an unusually emotional state as she created a horrifying montage of all the terrible things that Ian could have gotten into. Not happy with that, she began thinking of how empty her life would be Ian. Without seeing those soft brown eyes, without hearing his soothing voice. Without seeing that little half smile he gave � as if didn�t want her to see. Tears welled up in Sara�s eyes as her imagination overcame her senses. �Oh Ian�� a sob broke from Sara�s lips.

�Yes, my lady� Sara turned at the soft reply.

Ian was there, just inside the kitchen window. He was dressed in his usual black attire and his hair was pulled back in club at the back of his head. Sara looked at him with new eyes. Seeing his broad shoulders and eyeing the trim, muscular form under the loose overcoat. His physical presence seemed to dwarf her small kitchen. �Sara,� he exclaimed, upon seeing the tears in her eyes. �What is wrong?�

Sara was overcome with joy at hearing his voice. She flew across the loft towards him and threw herself into his arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck and her long legs around his waist she buried her face into his shoulder. Breathing deep of his intoxicating scent. �Oh Ian.� She exclaimed again, this time into his neck.

Ian just stood there in shock. This was definitely not the usual response he got from Lady Sara when he broke into her apartment. Instinctively he felt his hands cup her rear to keep her from sliding lower down his body. He trembled as he felt her muscular thighs tighten around him. �Are you feeling unwell?� His voice sounded hoarse and he cleared his throat, trying to sound as if having a handful of warm, soft Sara against him was an everyday occurrence. He could feel her breath against his neck and it was having the strangest effect on him. Little goose bumps of flesh were rising up on his neck and shoulders. Ian didn�t realize that his hands had begun to unconsciously stroke the tender flesh he held in his hands. Once hand still holding her in place, the other moving up to her back to support her against his broad and muscular chest.

Sara raised her head, her relief at seeing him unharmed giving way to anger. �Where in the hell have you been?� Her fists pounded painfully on his shoulders. �Do you have any idea how worried I�ve been? You�ve been gone for days!� Her eyes flashed fire at him as she began to express the excess emotions that had been tormenting her.

Ian stared in disbelief at the virago he held close. This was definitely not what he expected. Lady Sara missed him? Had been worried about him? Was here in his arms with her legs and arms wrapped around him. What in the world had happened during his time away?

Ian cleared his throat again. His hands continued to caress her warm skin. �I am touched by your concern Lady Sara. But�didn�t you get my note?� His voice cracked slightly on the final question as Sara buried her nose in his neck again sending a shiver down his backbone.

Sara flung her head back up �Note? You left me a note? But where?�

�In the kitchen. By your coffeemaker. I thought it would be the one place you wouldn�t miss it.�

Ian felt an extreme sense of loss as Sara released her death grip on his form and turned towards the coffeemaker. She began rifling through the mess of dishes and carryout containers that littered her countertop. Muttering the entire time.

�I�m going to kill him. Wise Asian Master my ass! You need to clean more, Sara. The answers you seek are closer than you believe, Sara.� Sara�s voice rose as she mimicked Danny�s last comments to her. �THE SON OF A BITCH KNEW THERE WAS A NOTE HERE THE WHOLE TIME!! I don�t care that he�s already dead! I�m going to kill him.�

As Sara neared the end of her sentence her phone rang. Without missing a beat in her search she picked it up and growled into it. �WHAT!�

�Hey Pez. Everything alright?� It was Jake on the phone. �Ya want to go play some pool?� The ever-hopeful boy wonder was trying yet again to start a spark with his partner. Unknowing of the fire that had already been lit.

�NO! I do not want to go play pool. I want to kick some major Asian ass is what I want to do!� Sara slammed the phone down and looked back at Ian who had been watching in amazement at Sara�s transformation. One moment a purring kitten in his arms, then next a fire-breathing dragon.

�Since I can�t find the note Ian you are just going to have to tell me. Where have you been and what have you been doing?� Sara folded her arms and raised one eyebrow at him.

�Well,� he began slowly, somehow suddenly sensing that the attention she was turning towards him was not as favorable as it had been initially. �Mr. Irons� favorite wolfhound was nearing her time so I had to take her to the county estate for her to have her litter. Mr. Irons always prefers that the girls have their puppies in comfort.�

Sara could feel her ears turning pink. �You have been gone all this time; I�ve been driving myself crazy worrying about you, and you were helping A DOG HAVE PUPPIES?� Her voice rose to new heights at the end of the sentence.

�Sara,� Ian said reproachfully, �Jezebel is not just any dog.�

Only Ian�s extremely fast reflexes kept him from being hit by the barrage of carryout containers and dishes that were flung his way.

Only when the counter had been cleared of all debris and she saw Ian trapped in one corner did Sara start to calm down. Too late she realized that while she had experienced an epiphany of emotion during Ian�s absence he had no clue of her change of heart.

Ian looked up as the onslaught finally came to an end. �If you wanted me to help you clean Sara, all you had to do was ask. This was not a very efficient method of clearing the counter to find my note.� He was trying to decide if it was worth figuring out what had just happened or if he was better off letting it be.

Her anger spent, Sara took a deep breath. The next time she saw Danny�watch out Mr. Woo! She did have to give Danny some credit though, without this time to reflect she didn�t know when she would have come to some acceptance of her feelings for Ian. Remembering the feel of Ian�s strong hand on her rear, she gave him a small, inviting smile. �You are right, Ian. I apologize. We are going to have a lot to talk about you and I. But first, how do you feel about going shopping?�

--fin--

A little bit more�

Sara held her head regally high as she strode into the Victoria�s Secret store with purpose. If she was going to buy new underwear then she was going to buy serious new underwear. No more practical cotton and Kmart specials for her. Her shadow followed less assuredly behind her. He cast an uneasy glance at the semi-nude forms in the front window display as he passed; barely ducking in time as a woman ahead of him sprayed a sample of a sinfully decadent scent into the air.

�My Lady?� He asked hesitantly. �When you said going shopping for new weapons this was not what I imagined. What kind of weapons do you hope to find here?� He looked around at the mirrored den of he didn�t know what.

Sara gave him a knowing smile. �Just relax Ian. Here are some of the most dangerous weapons known to womankind. Watch and learn.�

A salesperson had approached quietly behind them as they spoke. She had given Sara a sneering once over. Recognizing the total lack of support given by the current state of Sara�s stretched out bra straps. She had taken a look at Ian dressed all in black � complete with his leather gloves and had mentally classified them as a slightly kinky pair out for a little adventure shopping. She was going to direct them to the leather shop down the strip when she heard Ian address Sara at �My Lady�. She plastered a phony smile on her face and asked if she could be of any assistance.

Sara smiled widely. �Yes, you may. I require complete outfitting from head to toe.� Sara wondered briefly if she was being smart. While she had some money set aside she had planned to buy a new motorcycle helmet and saddlebags. She took another look at Ian. He stood in an uncomfortable �at ease� position. His hands were crossed behind his back but his eyes were darting nervously from lacy display to lacy display. Oh yeah, she was being smart. Let�s see what he thought after a few days of watching her parade around her loft in a few of these decadent concoctions. Mr. tall, dark and nervous might be looking at her in a whole new light!

The saleswoman just nodded her head, thoughts of a commission sale winging through her head. �Let�s start with the basics shall we? Thong or brief?� The saleswoman held up one of each. The thong was a soft peach bit of lacy nothing, while the brief was anything but granny panties.

Sara gulped, then cast another look at Ian. He was staring at the thong as if transfixed. �Thong I do believe. Well, maybe a few of each.� She remembered how it felt the last time she tried to wear what she could only describe as �butt floss�. Sara picked out a rainbow assortment of colors and fabrics, silky prints and lacy tidbits. She then refused to carry any of her choices but handed them over to Ian with a wicked smile. �This, I believe, will be your job.�

Ian looked down at the bits of froth in his gloved hand and gulped. �Certainly, my Lady.� His voice was a bit hoarse sounding and she noticed his eyes seemed a bit wild. They still wouldn�t rest but continued to move throughout the store. She did notice they kept returning to a peach teddy hanging on the display rack. �Let�s take a look at that one, shall we?� Sara took the hanger and held it up in front of her as she turned to face Ian. �What do you think?�

Ian could only open and close his mouth soundlessly. The soft peach color echoed the tints of his lovely Sara�s skin. The see-through lace hinted at what would be displayed beneath. He could only imagine how Sara would look wearing something like that.

Sara smiled again, an evil edge to it this time. �Oh, we will definitely try that on!� Sara continued on her whirlwind spree. Soon Ian was almost buried beneath an assortment of bras, panties, teddies, camisoles, and nightgowns, even a couple of garter belts and stockings that she noticed him looking at.

As the saleswoman led them over to the dressing room she indicated a chair where Ian could sit. Your�er�friend can wait here while we try these on.�

�Oh I�m afraid not.� Sara said imperiously. �Ian actually is my bodyguard, he must follow me everywhere. Isn�t that right Ian?�

Ian couldn�t help the gulp that escaped him. �Everywhere.� He agreed in a rough whisper. He stared at the twin doors leading to the dressing room as if they were the gates of hell.

The saleswoman bit her lip uncertainly. This was irregular, but she was getting the impression there was more going here than met the eye. Bodyguard hmmm? She had read about rich women who dressed down and tried to pass in the real world in her favorite drugstore rag. �Let me check if any of the other ladies in the dressing room would mind.�

Sara nodded her head. �That will be fine. Assure them that he would be more than willing to help them with any necessary fastenings or adjustments. Ian is a man of many talents.� Sara almost couldn�t hold back a giggle. She thought she had just given a great imitation of Kenneth Irons� pompous tones.

Ian could only look at Sara in disbelief. �My Lady!� He exclaimed in horror.

�There is a saying you might want to learn Ian. If you are going to hang with dogs you should expect to spend a little time in the doghouse.�

Ian looked at his Lady sharply. He was no fool and was beginning to believe that she was still just a little upset at his absence and the confusion over his note.

Shaking his head he followed Sara through the twin shuttered doors into a world he had never dreamed of. Women were everywhere, in various stages of undress and appearance. The salesperson had enquired if they minded if some visiting dignitary brought her bodyguard in with her. Thinking it was a joke they had all agreed. Now they had a chance to actually see Ian they realized it was no joke. Women needing his help with fasteners and his opinion of their attire soon swarmed the handsome �bodyguard�.

Ian looked to Sara frantically for help but she only walked into the dressing room, taking a handful of items with her. She was trying on the peach teddy Ian seemed to like so much when she saw Danny�s image beside her in the mirror. �Do you mind?� She asked with a snap, crossing her arms over her exposed bosom. She still wasn�t done being mad at him yet.

�Don�t you think that�s just a little too cruel to Ian, Sara?� Danny asked.

�Not nearly as cruel as I would like to be to you Daniel Woo. Besides, he left me for a dog! A dog, Danny! Anyway, my cruelty isn�t in question here. How about yours? How could you not tell me Ian had left me a note? I cannot believe you did that to me!� Sara tried to keep her voice down.

�Don�t worry.� Danny replied. �No one is paying any attention to us, not with their new boy toy out there. Still, it definitely made you look at him in a whole new light didn�t it?� Danny folded his arms over his chest and started to walk around Sara. �Not bad, Pez, not bad.�

Outside the door Ian was involved in trying to keep a blonde from falling out of her push-up bra and battling to keep a brunette�s overeager hands off his torso. All the while explaining to a rather corpulent matron that the one item that concealed, rather than revealed her charms would be more enticing.

�That�s not the point, Danny! I was really worried about him.�

�Just needed to let you see how much you cared Sara, remember, life�s too short to spend it with your eyes closed. Let Ian help you put the stockings on, Sara he�s gonna love that innocent peachy thing.�

�Danny! Danny?� Sara looked around as Danny disappeared again. �Damn him.� She looked at herself in the mirror. Maybe he was right; maybe Ian�s help would be needed here. �Ian, can you come in for a minute?� She hollered through the door.

Sara had barely finished speaking when Ian ducked in. Closing the door swiftly behind him. �Is this what normally happens when a woman goes shopping Sara?� He gasped and seemingly turned to stone as he faced her. Before him stood a vision such as he had never seen other than in his dreams. He had been right, the peach tone of the satin teddy was wonderful with Sara�s coloring, and the fabric was definitely see-through. Allowing him tantalizing glimpses of his beloved Sara�s warm scented flesh.

She walked towards him slowly. Savoring the stunned look in his gorgeous eyes. �I need your help fastening these garters onto the stockings. See?� Sara lifted one stocking clad leg and placed it on the dressing room chair. She then took Ian�s gloved hand and raised it to soft thigh. �Are you ok Ian? You�re sweating.�

Sweating was not all Ian was doing. Sara took a good look at him. His nostrils were flared as he inhaled her delicate scent, his eyes were slightly wild and his chest heaved with each breath as he stroked his hand over her thigh. Outlining the definition of her quadriceps. All in all, it would seem her plan was working nicely.

�I...I...I...� Ian could only stutter in amazement. This was not how Sara usually behaved around him. After battling off the women outside he had hoped to seek refuge here with Sara. But there was only more torment for him here.

Meanwhile, the salesperson had gotten on the phone to her sister. Who had called a connection at The Vorschlag Cable Network with a tale of a visiting countess and her bodyguard at the local Vicky�s Secret. A camera crew was immediately dispatched. At the same time the corpulent matron was trying to explain to her even more corpulent spouse about the �helpful� black leather clad young man in the dressing room. He contacted security, who then contacted the NYPD seeking help arresting the deviant lurking in the women�s dressing room.

Sara soon realized that having Ian�s soft, leather clad gloves on her skin was not such a good idea. As a matter of fact, it was downright dangerous. �Er�I think we�d better go Ian.� Sara managed to whisper.

�Ian continued to stroke her thigh. �As you wish, My Lady.�

It took all of Sara�s strength of will to lift his hand and turn his back to her so she could get dressed again. �Just stay there, Ian.�

Ian felt himself to be totally incapable of movement. An unheard of occurrence in his life. He could hear the rustle of her clothes as Sara dressed and his imagination filled in any gaps. His collar felt tight, and in his mind he could still feel the warmth of Sara�s thigh under his caressing fingers.

Once dressed Sara was trying to decide which items to buy when she heard a familiar voice outside the dressing room.

�Ok, perv. Come on out with your hands up!� It was Jake out there along with several of the mall security people. �We don�t put up with this kind of crap. Get your ass out here.� Jake was trying to sound tough while hoping the suspect wouldn�t come out and he would have to go in.

�Oh my god, Jake� Sara groaned. This could not be happening.

The uproar outside increased as the network camera crew arrived, camera rolling as skimpily clad women streamed out of the dressing room, adding to the confusion.

Taking her hand Ian directed her to the back exit. He practically shoved her out the door. He looked around quickly and finding their salesperson whispered urgently to her before he joined Sara and they ran from the store.

Once they reached the safety of the parking lot Ian looked at Sara. �I regret your shopping was cut short, My Lady.�

Sara just smiled. �Oh, I think I achieved my main purpose.� She though again of Ian sweating and trembling before her. �However, I do regret not being able to purchase a few of those items.� The few that she had tried on had definitely let her know what she had been missing.

Ian just smiled. �That�s no problem, Sara. I had the salesperson charge it all to Mr. Iron�s account, it should be delivered to you tomorrow.�

�All of it?� Sara gasped.

�Especially the peach ensemble.� Ian replied. �I would be interested in helping you�try it on when it arrives.� It was Ian�s turn to smile slowly at Sara as they drove away

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