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Date Posted: 12:35:07 05/23/02 Thu
Author: moondreamer
Subject: Instinct - Chapter Two (posted here first!)
In reply to: moondreamer 's message, "Instinct" on 11:51:56 05/22/02 Wed

Disclaimer: The Witchblade, the movie, the series, the comics and all the characters all belong to Top Cow Productions, Warner Bros., TNT & whoever else has their hand in the cookie jar. Obviously, not me. These are only my fantasies based on their characters that I hope others will enjoy.

(Sigh, I REALLY want what I cannot have!)

Chapter 2

Sara continued to stare at Ian in bewilderment. So many questions! What to do? What was he doing here? How did he get here? When had he shaved his beard? It was strange how she almost didn�t notice it was missing at first, focused as she was on his overall state of well-being. What was she going to do if she couldn�t get him to wake up? Sara nibbled her bottom lip in thought. Should she risk calling Kenneth Irons? Yet, without knowing more of the situation might that not be a mistake?

�First things first.� Sara said resolutely. All of this would wait until later. Right now, Ian was the important thing. She needed to get him off her kitchen floor comfortable until she could make some decisions. She stood and shut the kitchen window with a snap that echoed eerily throughout her loft. Taking a deep breath she walked over to Ian and put her arms underneath his. Using the powerful muscles in her lean legs she attempted to move Ian off the chilled floor. She was amazed at the sheer amount of dead weight he was.

�Boy, Ian.� She muttered as she moved a little more towards her bedroom. �You must be all muscle to weigh this much.� Grunting again with effort, she maneuvered him a bit closer to her goal. The serene silence of the dark night was broken only by the ragged sound of Sara�s breathing as she continued in her endeavor. Time seemed to stand still for her as her focus narrowed down to the enormous effort required to drag Ian�s limp body to her bed.

Sara was thankful, for once, that she had cluttered her space with little beyond the necessities. Even those became an enemy, an obstacle course she had to traverse with her precious cargo. She tried to be careful and not run his limbs into anything, but even with her care she couldn�t help but wince each time his legs caught on one item or another as they continued on their torturous path.

Sara could feel the drops of sweat start to roll down her body, pooling under her breasts and in the waistband of her boxers. The exertion required, along with her proximity to Ian�s overheated body conspired against her. Her hair clung in sticky clumps to the back of her neck and the sides of her face. She blew some air out of her mouth, trying to dislodge some of the strands blocking her vision, but with no success.

�And I thought I was in shape!� Sara managed to gasp as she paused for moment. Finally her bed was in sight. With a sigh of relief she let Ian�s slack form rest on the floor while she went and straightened out the coverings on her bed. She pulled the straightened linens back to the foot of the bed and turned to look at Ian.

He lay quietly on his back, his hair a tangled sweep of rich, dark caramel color across his otherwise pale features. Sara maneuvered him a bit closer to the bed. Realizing that she lacked the strength necessary to lift him onto the bed she sat down and faced the back of his head. With another groan of effort Sara reached down and grasped him gently under his arms. Pulling him up slightly she fell backwards across the bed, carrying Ian with her.

She lay there pinned beneath him. His weight was heavy and her breasts flattened against his back. His legs were tangled with hers and her skin prickled against the rough material of his pants. His heat surrounded her like a blast furnace. Wiggling inch by inch, Sara managed to roll Ian over to one side and lay there for a moment, panting with the exertion of the past few moments. It seemed to her as if hours had passed since she had first awoke, but a glance at her clock, which read 3:11 am reassured her that it had been brief moments only.

Sitting up Sara rolled Ian over to his back and again tried to get some response from him. Searching for some answer that would now tell her in which direction she should go. His eyes were still closed, but he still seemed restless. Sara turned and began to remove his boots. After struggling with his laces she managed to undo his heavy black boots and slid them off his feet. She stared down at his feet and then started rolling the black wool socks down his calves and over his toes. She stopped for a moment, fascinated. Ian�s feet were well shaped, the nails shaped and trimmed nicely. She didn�t know what she had expected. Maybe she had never really imagined Ian as really being human. She didn�t expect cloven hooves but these delicate appendages just didn�t seem to fit. Sara rubbed a soft hand over Ian�s feet, stroking and soothing the tender skin.

Looking up at Ian�s still face she brought her hands to his belt buckle, only to pause. That still seemed too�forward? Was that the word she wanted? She moved up to his waistband and instead pulled his black wool sweater free. Using both hands she lifted Ian up, resting his head in the crook of her neck. She could feel his breath on her throat and his soft curls tickled her skin as she lifted the sweat-soaked sweater up in back of him and brought it off over his head. She paused again, and then with a deep breath she took the sweater completely off him, leaving his torso bare to her gaze.

Against her will Sara�s eyes roamed over Ian�s exposed flesh. While she mentally knew that the physical demands he made on his body could only be made if he underwent extreme conditioning, the reality was absolutely outstanding. Sara reached a hand out slowly stroking the finely detailed musculature before her. Tangling her fingers in the soft mat of hair that covered his chest and continued down beneath his waistband. She had thought the sweat from her struggles to bring him to her bed had dried, but suddenly realized that she was sweating again.

Ian moaned softly and Sara jerked her hand away in shame. Here she was fondling him when he was unconscious and possibly injured! She arranged Ian�s head gently on her pillow; pausing again to tenderly smooth the hair away from his face. She was fascinated by his appearance. She had never imagined that Ian would look so young without the heavy beard.

Sara placed her hand on his right shoulder, flinching at the intense heat that continued to pour off his body.

�Ian.� She murmured softly. �Can you hear me? Ian?� She demanded again, more insistently.

�Sara, � Ian muttered in response. �Must get to�Sara�� His voice trailed off again.

�Ian! You�re here. You made it to me. What�s wrong with you?� Sara questioned him quickly, unwilling to let him lapse into unconsciousness again without some answers.

�Sick.�

�I know you�re sick, Ian. I need to know what to do? Who do I call for you?� Sara began to get exasperated with the lack of information she was getting from him.

Suddenly, Ian�s hand shot up in a blur and grabbed her wrist in an almost painful grip.

�No one! Call no one! Don�t let anyone know I�m here!� His voice, though faint, was urgent and compelling. �Do nothing, I�I�just need to rest. Just...let me�rest�� His voice trailed off again as his head slumped to one side. His waning strength exhausted by the effort of speech.

Sara looked at him in dismay. Now that she had gotten some answers from him, she knew she didn�t care for them one bit. Still, he had been so intense in his replies. Rest. If it were rest he needed she would try to see that he would get it. Still, there had to be something she could do to bring his body temperature down. Sara gulped as she contemplated her next step. She would have to remove the rest of Ian�s clothing see if sponging him down with cool water would help.

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Heck if she won't take the next step I am more then willing to do it ;) !! -- Spin, 20:44:33 05/23/02 Thu