Instinct - Chapter 6 - *Warning* R Rating -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 08:00:54 05/28/02 Tue
Author: moondreamer
Subject: Instinct - Chapter 6 - *Warning* R Rating
In reply to: moondreamer 's message, "Instinct" on 11:51:56 05/22/02 Wed

Chapter 6

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: This chapter Rated R for the dark part that is within all of us�.

Sara pulled Ian�s warm, heavy body closer to her with her trembling arms. The few, brief, intense minutes with the other Ian had shaken her to her very core. If she had to be totally honest with herself part of her extreme reaction was a result of her own self-knowledge. As obscene as he made her feel, she had to admit there was a dark part of her, from somewhere deep in her soul that had momentarily responded to the insane lust she had seen in his eyes. A part of herself she didn�t know existed had risen up gleefully to meet the challenge he had issued. Sara didn�t know if it was because he was the mirror image of the Ian she had come to know, breeding a strange familiarity accented by the Ian she wanted him to become, or if it was just another twisted part of The Witchblade�s web being woven into her already confused and conflicted life.

In either case, meeting a part of herself she didn�t want to acknowledge, and wasn�t sure she even knew existed was not how she had wanted to start her morning. Actually, nothing this morning had gone the way Sara wanted it to. All she had really wanted was a freaking cup of coffee, some aspirin and this man to wake up! Who would have thought that was so much to ask? Her frustration overwhelming her Sara raised herself up in the bed and grabbed Ian by his shoulders.

�Ian! Ian!� Sara demanded. �I need you to wake up! I need some answers!� Sara�s voice rose with each new expression of frustration. Throwing her long leg over him body she straddled his warmth. �Dammit, Ian! I need some help here!� At this point Sara was frantically shaking his shoulders in time with her questions.

�I need you to do something other than lie there like a damn lump!� Sara pounded her fists into his muscular chest, her fear of hurting him offset by her need. Her fists opening in her despair and sliding down his warm chest. They tangled once again in the masculine fur that covered his firm pectorals and abdomen. �Ian�� her voice trailed off yet again. �Please!� Sara buried her face into Ian�s neck, the new growth of his beard prickling her tender skin.

Somewhere, from a far distance, Ian heard the despair and pain in Sara�s voice. Summoning will he didn�t know he had he forced his lips to move, even as his eyes refused to open.

�Sara,� he whispered hoarsely. �Be careful�nothing is as it seems.�

Sara�s eyes flew open. Raising her head she cupped his face between her hands, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs.. �Ian? Ian, please, talk to me. Tell me what�s going on. Who are you? Who was that? Ian�� Sara�s words spilled out of her in a flood. Hoping to catch him before he drifted off again.

�So sorry�my lady�can�t�yet.� Ian�s voice drifted off once again as his consciousness retreated back to the depths.

�Oooh!� Groaning aloud with her unsatisfied frustrations Sara threw herself down on the bed beside Ian. She still didn�t know what was going on but this was the Ian she knew. That damn, apologetic tone in his voice, and the special way he had of saying her name was inescapable. Well, if he couldn�t give her answers, maybe Kenneth Irons would. After all, hadn�t her presence been requested?

Leaving his warm flesh behind, Sara rose from the bed and tucked the covers back around him. Rest. How much rest did the man need for goodness sake? What on earth had they done to him? Remembering the scars on his body, Sara could only imagine. Moving into the bathroom Sara stripped off his sweater and the rest of her clothes and stepped into the shower, making mental plans the whole time. She didn�t want to leave Ian here alone and defenseless in his current state. Yet, calling Jake was out of the question, how could she explain any of this to him? Maybe she could get Gabe to come watch over him. That would be the least of the evils.

Sara soaped her soft skin absently, feeling the tingle deep within as she ran her soapy hands over her breasts. Her nipples were still erect from the stimulations and frustrations of the morning. Even unconscious and unknowing, the Ian in her bed was an extremely attractive man. The feel of his body against hers during in the night had been constantly arousing. Then too, whether she wanted to admit it or not, the blatant, hot, evil wanting directed towards her by the other Ian had also been arousing. What woman could resist knowing someone lusted after her to that extreme? That part of her she tried to deny rose up yet again, filling her mind with lush, wanton images of her and both of the Ians, the three of them wrapped in a tangle of warm limbs and wet flesh. Trapped mentally between the two of them, her hands slid lower down her body as she gave her imagination free rein, and brought herself slowly to fulfillment under the hot spray of the shower.

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Hmm..now that I've reread this I should probably ask Spin to back off a bit on the offerings! (NT) -- moondreamer, 08:39:42 05/28/02 Tue
With a promise of another tryst like this one I'll offer more!! -- Spin, 18:59:27 05/28/02 Tue
- Spin...I think the black silk offerings are what got me here in the first place!!! (NT) -- moondreamer, 19:09:19 05/28/02 Tue
  - Thanks for the email again! Tell your hubby 'welcome'!! =) (NT) -- Spin (returning back to the offering alter...hehehe *eg*), 02:38:30 05/29/02 Wed