Instinct - Chapter Four -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 09:57:42 05/27/02 Mon
Author: moondreamer
Subject: Instinct - Chapter Four
In reply to: moondreamer 's message, "Instinct" on 11:51:56 05/22/02 Wed

Chapter 4

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.

A/N: Anxiously waiting to hear/see all the goodies I can from the Convention. And�Spin�the husband says �thanks�.

Once again, Sara was awoken suddenly. Except this time, rather than it being a subtle noise that caught her attention, it was the slamming of her front door, and the sound of her name. �What the�� Sara muttered groggily. She attempted to sit up only to find herself heavily pinned to the bed. Sara twisted suddenly, nightmarish visions of the Periculum test returning to her mind. Then, realization set in, at some point during the night Ian had rolled over onto his stomach, throwing an arm and a leg over Sara in the process. She pushed at his arm in a futile effort to free herself before they were discovered by whomever her visitor was.

�Pezzini!!� Sara heard her name yelled out once again. She groaned out loud as she realized it was Gabriel out there. Somehow he had gained entrance into her loft again. Maybe she was going to have to give up any serious thoughts of any type of security. Between Ian and Gabe lately, her apartment had turned into a veritable free zone.

�Come on Pez!� Gabe spoke out again as he walked around her loft. �I had your landlord let me in again. Where are you?� His attention was caught by the open whiskey bottle on the counter and the rest of the evidence of Sara�s restless night. �Whoa, had a rough one, huh?� Gabe�s tone was jovial as he imagined the ribbing he could give Sara about this!

�Saaaarrraaaa�.� Gabe�s voice trailed off as he rounded the kitchen and could see into her sleeping area. A deep blush spread over his neck and face as he realized that Sara was not alone in the bed. �Oh�man�uh�jeez�sorry, Sara. I�ll�I�ll come back�later.� Spinning on his heel, Gabriel turned and walked swiftly back towards the door.

�Gabe! Wait!� Sara tried pushing again at Ian�s arm, and finally succeeded in shifting it slightly off her. �Gabriel!� The sound of the door slamming shut was her only response. �Oh man.� Sara hung her head in her hands. The combination of whiskey and lack of rest had very effectively given her a raging headache. One that was only accented by the knowledge of the explanations she would have to give Gabe later.

Reaching down Sara shoved Ian�s leg off over her, her exasperation giving her much needed strength. She rolled over and took a good look at the man in her bed. He still appeared to be in a deep sleep. Certainly, the noise hadn�t woken him. Sara placed her hand on his forehead. At least his body temperature seemed to have stayed down. What ever the problem was with him, he did appear to be getting better.

She paused for another moment. Caught by the simple innocence of his appearance. Naked as the day he was born, sprawled out carelessly on her bed, it was the most out-of�control she had ever seen Ian Nottingham. It troubled her greatly that she found him such a fetching sight. His caramel locks were once again tousled around his face, his lower lip was relaxed from its usual firm line into an innocently sensual curve.

Sara pondered how interesting this situation was. She had spent months pushing Ian away; rejecting any and all of his advances or attempts to care for her. Her disdain for him had only been increased by the knowledge of the depth of his commitment to Kenneth Irons. Yet, let him show up, alone, hurt, in need of her care and she melted. All her defenses were dissolved by the simple knowledge that he needed her. Sara ran her hand over the angled plains of his cheek once again. It would seem the fastest way to her heart was to be sick or injured.

Stunned by the direction of her thoughts, Sara pushed herself out of the bed. Coffee, maybe coffee would help clear her head. That, and about 5 tons of aspirin. Shivering. Sara looked around for something warmer to put on. On the top of the pile there was Ian�s sweater. Without thinking, Sara pulled it on over her tank top. Welcoming the scented warmth. She padded into her kitchen, the mindless tasks of pouring water and measuring coffee a welcome respite to her troubled mind. She started planning out her day. The first thing would be to call in sick to work, then she would have to see about trying to get Ian totally awake � and giving her answers.

As she waited for the coffee to brew Sara was stunned to hear her front door open again. �What is the deal with this?� She muttered. Sara groaned again as she heard the voice of her next visitor.
�Hey Sara?� It was Jake. �What�s going on, man? Your front door�s unlocked!� Jake came into the kitchen area with his trademark swagger. �Whoa, Pez! Had a rough one?�. Just like Gabe, Jakes� gaze rested on the open whiskey bottle and other debris, including the sight of Sara, wearing a man�s sweater, and sitting in a stupor at her table waiting for coffee. �Hitting the heavy sauce now?� �Last time my place looked like this�� Jake�s ruminations ended abruptly halted as his glance turned towards her bed.

�Oh�uh�sorry about that�Pez.� Jake�s words trailed off. �I�erh�didn�t realize you had..erh�company.� Jake�s head twisted to the side as he strained to catch a glimpse of the man in Sara�s bed. His one burning thought was �Who was that lucky bastard?�

Sara followed Jake�s gaze with a deep sigh. Here it was, once Jake saw it was Ian she could just guess all he would have to say. As her gaze followed Jake�s she couldn�t believe what she saw. Her defenses lowered due to lack of rest, Sara struggled to keep herself from giggling out loud. Ian had shifted his position again. Rather like a child he had pulled the covers up over his head. Unfortunately, it left his extremely well muscled, and slightly furry, rear end exposed. There was absolutely no way anyone could identify who was in her bed, unless they just happened to know what Ian�s ass looked like.

�Jake�Jake!� Repeating his name to get his attention Sara laid her hand on his arm. �Why don�t we just talk about this later?� Sara stood and began tugging Jake towards the door. �You are right. I do have company. I�ll give you a call, later, Ok?�

�Yeah, yeah, sure Pez.� Jake craned his neck one more time, trying to see if there was anything he could use to identify Sara�s �company�. �You�ll call me, right.� With a final shove, pushing him out the door; Sara closed and locked her door. Enough was enough.

Sara walked slowly back towards the coffeemaker. She needed this now, more than ever. The way things were going, the next one through her door would be Bruno Dante. And, that, she definitely didn�t need. With a deep sigh, Sara took a deep swig of the hot brew. Maybe this would still the pounding in her head, and help her figure out her next direction.

Sara was deep into second cup of coffee grateful mediation when there was another knock on her door. �I do not believe this!� Sara stood and walked over towards the door. At least, it was locked this time. This visitor would have to wait. As she opened the door the cup of coffee slid through her suddenly nerveless fingers and hit the floor with a loud crash. There, standing impossibly at her open door, was Ian Nottingham.

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ROTFL!! I wouldn't mind Ian being sprawled over me... -- Spin (heading back to the alter...), 12:03:14 05/27/02 Mon