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Spoiler: Maelstorm-Season finale Summary: How deep is Sara and Ians connection? Disclaimer: I own nothing dealing with Witchblade. Some of you may know that I crave on reviews(it does wonders on my ego and feeds my muses too). So please feel free and let me know what you think. I must warn you though I don't do to well with flaming..I burn too easily ~*~ Stabbing the down button with more force then needed Sara stood impatiently as she waited for the elevator car to arrive. Her grip tightens on the hold she had on her helmet, which was already secure under her arm. All she had wanted to do was get out of her dress blues and go home. Her day hadnt started out too bad, yet any day away from Dante was considered a good day. However it had gotten worst when she arrived at court to testify for two older cases. What could have been a few hours in court had dragged out to be six hours. And just when she was about ready to head home, Irons calls her on her cell phone and insisted on seeing her in his office at Vorshlag. She really did not want to deal with the man but she knew Irons wouldnt take no for an answer, which would only end up with him sending his lapdog for her. Might as well get this over with she thought as she rode the Buell over to Vorshlag. Still standing waiting for the damn elevator, thoughts of their conversation ran through her mind. It had been quite aberrant of Irons to call her, wanting to apologize. Yet she knew the man always had something up his sleeves. Kenneth Irons never does any thing that wouldnt benefit him in some form or another. What the hell do you want this time, Irons? Im having a bad day and I really dont need this shit from you. Sara stood in the middle of his lavish yet sparsely furnished office at Vorshlag Industries. When she entered she was surprise Nottingham hadnt been lurking around in a corner somewhere. Apparently he had been keeping his distance lately. Since that day on the field with him kicking the crap out of Jake, and the night before when he came to her saying that he was turning himself in. However, he never made a confession. Well that wasnt entirely true; he did make one, a profession. I love you, in unguarded moments. She had been so stunned from his strange behavior she didnt know how to respond. Instead she tried to get him to confess his involvement in the Parsegien/Wolfe homicide. It had proven to be a waste of time and the Witchblade hadnt given a hand in helping her solve the case. She had been assailed with images of Nottingham and voices she couldnt quite understand. I called you here to apologize Sara tried to push the thoughts of Nottingham aside as Irons spoke over his shoulder. He had been standing at the only open window of his office when Sara arrived, staring out into the already setting sun, behind it the dark sky was turning an ugly gray, a rainstorm no doubt. He finally turned to Sara tearing his gaze from the view. Inadvertently Sara notices the cane he uses to carefully make his way towards her. She had to stifle a gasp; the Kenneth Irons that stood in front of her now wasnt the same man she met months ago. His once vibrant, youthful image had been replaced by something old and well beyond his years. Behold the future, Sara Irons watch as Sara tried to regain her composure, shaking her head and blinking back the confusion. Ah, you said something about apologizing. For what? Kenneth shifted his weight and leaned heavily on his cane. Shaking his head trying to find the words he could use to capture Saras sympathy. Here was a woman who held his future, his life in the palm of her hands. Since passing the Periculum her entire body had undergone a dramatic change. The same blood that courses through her body could very well save his life. And yet she had no idea the importance of her existence. When I first met you my only interest was in the Witchblade. I offered you the world on a silver platter. But that was not altruistic and genuine. You rejected me and you had the right to do so. Apology not required but accepted. Sara stared disbelievingly at Irons. And yet when you came to me for help I refused out of bitterness. But you came through in the end, two million dollars worth. Though he had rejected her earlier that day Sara recalled Nottingham arriving at the warehouse with the leather satchel no doubt full of the money Irons provided. Even she had been touched and shocked by Irons actions. But that didnt mean she trusted him. However things didnt go as planned, she still lost John to death by the hands of that Fiona woman. Kenneth shook his head. It was never his intention to pay the ransom. He sent Ian empty handed with only the order to retrieve the Witchblade from the pretender. Leaving Sara and her lover to fend for themselves. To his disappointment Ian had returned without the blade and Sara was still alive. The only satisfaction he had was the fact that Conchobar was no longer a part of Saras life. However, he knew the bards life would have come to a rather painful end sooner or later. Like he told Sara history tended to repeat itself. It was foretold in the tome that held Cathains legend. Though the reasons why Conchobar died had been on those missing pages, Irons wasnt about to inform Sara or Ian for that matter. Let her think what she wishes of her innocent Conchobar and Ian had no way of knowing the role he played. It was sheer luck those pages where missing; Irons had retained some control over the situation. That was Ians doing Saras eyes widen as she stared incredulous at Irons. She couldnt believe it. It wasnt Irons that came through for her in the end. It was Nottingham? She wanted to question why but the words were stuck in her throat. She tried her best to focus her attention to Irons continued ramblings but she still could not apprehend the news about Nottingham. He provided the money? Two million dollars was not pocket change, just where did he get a hold of that kind of money? Most importantly why did he do it? Relax Sara, I would do anything to please you the image of him flashed once more in her mind. He shammed me into realizing I was consigning you to death by refusing to help you. So I express my heartfelt regrets. I ask for your forgiveness. Blinking back the confusion, Sara nodded her acceptance. She was still dumbfounded by the revelation of Nottingham providing the two million dollars. What else had he done for her? Besides the fact he had saved her ass more then once on occasion. She felt the Witchblade warm up on her arm. She pushed the urge to look down at the blade. If it was going to thrust her into another vision she wanted to make sure she was alone and as far away from Irons as possible. Should you need anything from me in the future, anything I am in your service Where is Nottingham now? Sara had suddenly grown curious about him. |
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Why Sara? Irons hid the irritation in his voice. He knew about Ians growing infatuation for Sara, but the thought that she may feel something in return, no matter how minute, had bothered him greatly.
I have a few more questions I wanted to ask him. She wanted to know exactly what happened the night of the Irish massacre. Sara was sure he was the only one coherent enough to remember since the others were dead. Everything about that night had been a blur. All she could remember was John dying in her arms and then Jake waking her up, helping her out of the warehouse before the police got there. She was still unsure how the blade got back on her arm. But these were questions she needed to ask Nottingham not Irons. She had no doubt Nottingham had told Irons everything; he was still Irons servant, wasnt he? Sara tried to get some reassurance by discreetly rubbing the blade and in return she felt it warm up once again on her arm. You definitely have something to tell me, dont you? Sara thought sarcastically. Why detective, is Ian another one of your suspects again?" Sara hated that smirk and just wanted to knock it off his face with the Witchblade. Well Mr. Irons thats between Nottingham and myself. Irons grip had tightened on the handle of the cane as he eyed Sara shrewdly. He was sure there was something more to Saras inquiry about Ian. Irons could not afford to speculate on what they would be discussing. He needed to know and Sara was adamant on not telling him. A plan had started to formulate in his mind, to put forward his plans he needed to act on it immediately. I will relay your message to Ian that you wish to speak to him, Sara. Now if you will excuse me I can only eat so much crow at one sitting. Irons ended the conversation with a pert nod. Without another word Irons turned his back on Sara and headed back towards to the open window. Not needing any other encouragement, Sara took her leave. Saras patience was weaning thin. Just before she left Irons office she heard the distance sound of a thunderstorm brewing outside. Now she would have to ride her Buell in the rain if she didnt hurry and leave. Sara stared at the closed metal doors, frustrated she jabbed the down button once more. Should have used the stairs instead She thought. She had taken a step when suddenly the light indicator above flashed and the metal doors hissed opened. Quickly turning she got in. Sara was grateful the car was empty; she really did not need the company on the long flight down. She pressed the first floor button and just when the doors were about to close the dark enigma gracefully squeezed in. Without a second thought Sara pushed at a button that hesitantly left the doors open. With a finger still on the button she stuck her head out of the elevator hoping to catch someone who was going down. She may not have wanted the company earlier, but now was the time she hoped someone was coming. To her disappointment there was no one else but the assassin and the cop. Sara turned her head to glance at Nottingham who found a corner and stood at parade rest with his head bowed. Shaking her head she let out a loud sigh, and removed her finger from the switch. This is going to be a long trip down Sara thought to herself. She had wanted to talk to Nottingham but now wasnt the time. All she had wanted to do was go home, crawl into bed and try to forget the rest of the day. They had passed eight floors in an uncomfortable silence. Nottingham refused to look up from his bowed head and Sara obviously did not want to talk. With his head bowed, Nottingham looked up from beneath his lashes, noticing Saras raising agitation. She stood near the control panel with her back towards the wall of the elevator, arms crossed at her chest, her helmet dangling from her right hand. The Witchblade glowing a light red, yes she was agitated. Apparently she wasnt trusting to turn her back to him and she kept her gazed locked on him. It had hurt to think he was the cause of her uneasiness. When all he had wanted, since the moment she was discovered to be the true wielder, was to serve her to the best of his ability. But they had started on a bad note and everything from then on had just gotten worst. She neither liked nor trusted him and being associated with Kenneth Irons only added to the hatred she already had towards him. As much as Ian wanted for her to trust him he knew the opportunity had been lost. |
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An impressive start M'Lady, can not wait to read what follows. Waiting patiently for your next installment Sir J Swain.
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Thank you Sir Knight! And here is the last chapter for the evening! I do hope you all enjoy!!
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Ian had refused her when she asked for his help. In the end his refusal had cost the lost of her partner, Det. Woo. But it had been essential to test her, to test the blade. Though she had pass; she would never forgive him. All that was left of their obscure relationship was disdain and animosity.
She made sure he knew where he stood in her life, with every incisive comment left an everlasting mark on his already lacerated soul. Nottingham felt the weight he carried on his shoulders grow heavier and he let out a small sigh. What the hell was that for? Sara didnt bother to hide the hostility in her voice. It is nothing Lady Sara Huh, yeah whatever and cut with the Lady crap. Nottingham lowered his head. He always seemed to be her intended target, the scapegoat whenever she was in her mood. Then again she was always in that mood whenever he was around. He knew she had been having a bad day. Her day wasted away at court and then Irons sorry excuse to gain Saras sympathy with an apology. He had hid in the shadows listening. Ian was about to leave when the conversation, though breif, had been about him. But he knew better then to have his hopes up when Sara inquired about his whereabouts. She only wanted to find him to answer a few more questions she had. Now she had the opportunity to ask but instead was ready to lash out at him. If this was what she wished to do he was not going to stop her. Ian had longed given up hope to try and understand Sara Pezzini. If that is what you wish Sara? You know what I wish for, Nottingham!? What I wish is for you and your master The sudden jerk of the elevator car and the emergency lights turning on had cut Sara in mid-sentence. Leaving them in an eerie light red glow, much like the crimson color of the Witchblade when it would swirl on her wrist. The blaring sound of the alarm went off and Ian quickly moved over to the panel, ignoring the apprehension in Saras facial expression as he came closer to her. Lifting the metal cover, Ian grabbed the emergency phone. Security? This is Nottingham, what seems to be the problem? Im sorry, Mr. Nottingham but there was a short in the electrical system, triggering the fire alarm and locking the elevator systems. It will be a few hours before we can operate the elevators, Sir. Other then that every thing is fine. The man on the other line held his breath waiting for an answer. Nottinghams reputation was well known through out the company and every one went beyond to stay out of his way. Tell me the situation of elevator number three? Ian demanded, needing to know exactly where he was. As a bodyguard Ian made mental notes off all the escape routes in the building. Other then the architects themselves, he was the only other person that knew the Vorshlag building inside and out. As with all the other buildings and homes Irons owned. Kenneth Irons is indeed a man with many enemies. He knew there were trap doors along the elevator chutes they could use to head back down to the first floor or even up to the roof through a hidden access. Security was the only thing Ian had control over. Yes, Sir. The elevator car seems to be stuck between floors eleven and twelve. We will get you out as soon as possible, Sir. If Ian didnt know any better there is a trap door that leads back out onto the eleventh floor. With the phone still cradled in his hand he turned to find Sara sitting in a corner of the elevator staring up at him. She raised an eyebrow, giving him the look that she was pissed off. A compeling urge came over Ian. Since they were going to be stuck together for a while he might as well get as much information about Sara Pezzini and what made her tick while he still could and maybe he just might be indulged to help her along with the Witchblade. Because he knew after today he would never have this chance again; Irons would see to that. He returned his attention back to the phone. Work quickly is that understood? And turn that damn alarm off. Ian insisted strongly over the phone. Yee yesss, Sir. But all he heard was the click of the phone. With a sigh of relief the security guard started to wipe away the beads of sweat that stared forming on his forehead. Thankful that he wasn't the one alone in the elevator with Nottingham. So what the hell is going on, Nottingham? Sara questioned. It appears that we are stuck here for a while, Sara. Ian returned to his submissive posture. No shit Sherlock! Sara had already been frustrated but this little incident just pushed her over the edge. It was enough she had been having a bad day, but to be stuck in an elevator with him for god knows how long was worse. Sara hated not having some slight control over the situation. Well at lease your not alone, Pez she thought to herself. But looking up at her company it wouldnt have been any different. There had been an electrical failure and the elevator systems have locked. To what I have been informed it will be a few hours before we are able to move. Ian knew she didnt care for the formalities but it was something they could discuss instead of her lashing out at him. At least for the time being which was short lived. Well cant you get us out of here? Cant you climb out of the car and start crawling around or something? You obviously have a knack for lurking around and shit. The cables are more then six inches thick and covered in grease. I am not spiderman, Sara. Ian had been stunned by his own witty retort. He considered himself a patient man; its what made him such a dangerous assassin. But he could only take so much from Sara Pezzini. Maybe he should just tell her about the escape route? Or may be not. Being trapped with Sara could turn out quite interesting. |
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I like it, I like it, I like it.
It is about time Ian got a chance to clear the air with Sara. Waiting with barley contained apprehension |
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Yeah!! Thank you Spin!! Doin the happy dance. :-)
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Was wondering if you were going to bring this over. It's another great story.
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Sara raised an eyebrow at Nottinghams smart-ass remark. This was definitely the first; remembering how cocky he was the first time they had meet. She had to admit she missed that about him. He had changed since then, he had been more subservient since and she hated that. Sara wasnt about to let him get the last word.
Yeah well you could have fooled me, Nottingham. With all that Black Dragon crap, who knows what youre capable of?" Ians jaw clenched. She still didnt see him as a man, albeit not a normal man, but a man none the less. I am capable of a lot of things, Sa-ra. Ian looked down at her, for a fleeting moment locking his gaze with hers; it was soon broken when he lowered his head once again. She had seen beneath his beard his jaw clenched. Sara had been ready for a verbal fight with Nottingham, she needed a way to release all her pent up frustration but Nottinghams statement left her speechless. The implication of his words ran through her mind. Capable of a lot of things.. Was the guy serious? His stoic face held no indication on how she should take the comment but his eyes held nothing more then heated desire? The sarcastic remark she had was gone the moment she seen his eyes, instead cleared her throat and stared at the floor. Ian smirked at the blush on Saras face. She was beautiful she when she was caught off guard. These were the unguarded moments he loved about her. His smile soon faded remembering what she called him that day. Sara could never understand or realize how much her cruel words hurt him more then any one of Irons punishments. If he knew the outcome of that day he would never have gone to her. Ian had hoped that after helping her at the Irish massacre she would be able to see him as a person she could trust. Yet she still refused to listen to the blade and had rejected him, labeling him as a freak. Despite the fact he never liked Conchobar, he still respected their relationship. He mourned for his ladys lost. It was the honorable thing to do, unlike her betraying partner. It was obvious Jake had feelings that ran deeper then just partners but Ian knew she didnt feel the same way. However, he may have been proven wrong when she came to his aid. Willing to use the blade against him to save her betraying partner. May be there was more then just their platonic relationship. May be it was already too late for him. And if so, was it worth continuing this lifetime knowing that? It nearly killed him when she was with Conchobar. It was upsetting to think she chose McCarty over him. Then again Ian couldnt blame her, he never given them a chance. He may have memories from past lives, but this was all new to him, he didnt know how to approach Sara with these new feelings. Sara watched him stand in his corner obviously deep in thought. This had been the first time she really took the time to look at him; then again this had been the only time he seemed he wasnt on guard and seemed a little more relaxed then usual. Had this been what he meant about unguarded moments? Unguarded or not Sara saw something in him she never seen before. Or may be that something had always been there but she just never bothered to look. It felt strangly familiar. Shaking her head, Sara pushed the thought aside. The silence and the tension were growing thick, it had been over an hour since the elevator stopped and it was slowly getting hot. Sara had taken off her coat, tie, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress shirt. She chide at herself for not changing before coming to see Irons. But she had been so intent on wanting to go home and getting things over with, she didnt want to chance a trip back to the station just to be confronted by Dante. Sara sat back down in her corner, while rolling up her sleeves she eyed Nottingham. He had been on the phone talking to someone figuring out why it was taking so long. So whats the deal hot shot? She exclaimed when he hung up the phone. She untied her hair, pulling it up once more in a loose bun, hoping the one band she had would hold it in place for the time being. Then feebly fanning herself with her hands. It will be another hour or so. He shifted his weight from one leg to another, trying to push away the uncomfortable feeling from the rising heat. With the added weight of his overcoat and the layers of his long sleeves shirts, it was becoming a challenge not to strip down to his tank top in front of Sara. It was for her comfort rather than his. She was already seething with anger; it was useless to give her more ammo to use against him. Who knew what she would say if he made an unexpected act as to stripping. Or maybe it was more of a self-conscience feeling he had it when it came to his own body, thanks to the punishing hands of Kenneth Irons. Sara stood up and began pacing the already small area of the elevator. She reminded Ian of a caged animal, a lioness, and ready to pounce at the slightest impression that deemed treating or annoying. Since Ian was the only other person in the elevator car she would use him as her prey. I cant believe this! First I have a lousy day in court, your master summons me like Im you, wanting to apologize and now Im going to be stuck here for another hour or so with you! He could understand why she hated him so much, but what significantly bothered him were the fact she loathed him even more then Kenneth Irons. Even Irons had some respite from her vicious onslaught at times. Ian continued to eye her from his bowed head. Sara would you please stop yelling? Ian calmly asked. No I will not stop yelling, Nottingham! What the hell am I suppose to do for another hour or so in this damn inferno? The rising temperature and unrelenting bickering from Sara slowly took its toll on Ians already waning patience. With a defeated sigh, Ian gave into his own needs. If he was going to be Saras punching bag, he might as well be comfortable too. Without a second thought, Ian slowly discarded the layers of clothes. |
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I'm glad you are posting this over here . . . keep it coming!
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MMMMMM sounds like it is getting interesting Spin, do contiue please .
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Spin...... we know the story has more to it then that. I have read it. But I would love to read it again... where is the rest? please come back.
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Agreed . . . though you are now at where I stopped the last time. More soon!
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i'm hooked.
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Ian first slipped off his ring, then his leather gloves. Feeling the slight cool air brush against his heated hands. He dropped the gloves on the floor along with the ring on top. Sara continued to pace the elevator, muttering under her breath, not once taking notice of Ian. He then shrugged off the offending overcoat, with a sigh of relief, rolling his shoulders, grateful to get rid of the added weight.
The sound of an odd thump made Sara turn around. Ian had uncharacteristically dropped the overcoat to the floor covering his gloves and ring. Sara stared wide eyed as she watched him push off his thin sweater over his head, revealing not only another layer of black silk that had clung to his sweat coated body but also his arms and hands. Ian knew Sara was watching him undress. She had stopped from her pacing after he had dropped his coat. He refused to look up, too afraid what would be reflected in those emerald eyes probably disgust and revulsion. The thought gave him a pause to continue undressing. Maybe he should stop and leave the shirt on. But the welcoming feeling of the air brushing against his heated skin was too much temptation to stop now. Ian took an unsteady breath and continued, he reached for the top buttons of his silk shirt with shaky hands, and one by one tugged at the buttons. Sara couldnt help but stare at his arms and hands. This had been the most she had seen of Nottingham and from the look of his diligent hands there was a promise of more to come. His powerful, muscular arms flexed slightly with each movement of his long, lean fingers as it gingerly unbuttoned each button. To her surprise with every loose button of his shirt Sara held her breath in anticipation. She was finally going to see more of Nottingham, who from the beginning, hid behind layers of black clothes. The only part of him she would see had been his face. But his dark beard covered even a part of his facial features. Inadvertently Sara began wondering how Ians beard would it feel like grazed against her skin. Would it feel as smooth and silky as it looks? Sara blinked back the sinful thought. Get your head out of the gutter, Pezzini! She lightly admonishes herself for letting her mind drift into the unknown. Without a second thought Sara began fanning profusely with both hands. Inferno may have been an understatement. It was until the silk garment hung loosely open did she see another layer of black material. Clearing her throat Sara began to speak. Uh Nottingham just what the hell do you think youre.. Youre ? Sara tried to sound abrasive but ended up sounding like a broken record. He had finally taken off the silken obstruction. Unlike the overcoat as it made a distinct rustling sound as it hit the floor, the garment freely flowed and made a slight whisper as it rested atop the rest of his clothes. With a heavy sigh of relief Ian let his body relax against the feel of air engulfing his upper body, letting the sweat cool off against his heated skin. Ian stood in his corner satisfied he had chosen to wear his tank top. It had been revealing enough for him to be comfortable in the warm elevator car but it still concealed the many scars that covered most of his back, chest, and torso. Ian spied a glance, from his bowed head, to Sara. To his surprise she stood there blatantly staring at him, lips slightly parted. The fearful thought that repulsion ran through her eyes was now replaced with something he couldnt place. He had seen that look before, from Irons. Irons had that same look he had every time he would look at Elizabeth in her glass tomb. Irons had that look even with Sara. Desire, lust, and longing. Ians hope was short lived, the look in her eyes now was one he knew well: anger. Abash and angered by her boldness, Sara turned her back to him, arms crossed at her chest. She had been awe-struck, frozen in place when he finally took of his shirt. Leaving him in a tight tank top that clings to his body. Sweat or no sweat the material was made to hug every curve of his muscled chest and torso. Closing her eyes she could still see every detail of his upper body; his wide broad shoulders. The black material had covered the rest but she could see the curves of his hard chest, lines of rock hard abs, and his slim waist. The material of his tank top and the faint light only seemed to boost to the mystery of his chiseled features. To Saras surprise, though the lighting was bad, she was able to see his slightly tanned skin, not the pale color of a man deprived from the sun or worst hidden behind layers of clothes that did him no justice. Opening her eyes she took a quick glance over her shoulder and stared at his submissive form, head bowed, and arms behind his back. She had always hated that, but now with him half dressed it only enhanced the sinewy muscles of his entire upper body, flexing as he strained to keep his body still. The faint red light gleaming off the sheen of sweat that covered his arms and shoulders. Working out at the gym, she was no stranger to guys who constantly work on their bodies. She admitted there were slight few that caught her attention, but Nottingham was different. Sara was reluctant to tear her gaze from this hidden Adonis. The walls began to surround her heart and her famous defense mechanism finally kicked in. She had to remind herself that man, was nothing more then a trained assassin, a killer associated and employed by an amoral bastard. She had to remind herself that she had stopped him from almost killing her partner, Jake. He had refused to help her at the Rialto, which only cost Danny's life. This was a man who stalked her everyday; refuses to help when it came to the blade. Who only brought trouble and death whenever he was around? A man who has been reported to catch bullets with his hands but was unable to save her lover, Conchobar. A man she needed to hate because she was too afraid that if she let him in he would leave her too. If he didn't leave on his own accord, then he would sooner or later be taken away by death. 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Just what the fuck do you think you are doing, Nottingham!? Her harsh tone and sharp remarks only ran deeper as she continued.
If you think something is going to happen between us just because we are going to be stuck her together for another hour or so, thats were you dead wrong. Ian had widened his stance and lowered his head, adverting any chance of eye contact. Knowing fully that if she did see his eyes, though his face would remain stoic, she would no doubt see the anguish in them. Aghast and confounded by her sudden change in attitude. This was unlike her normal abrasive assaults. He knew there was something more, hidden deep within. Yet, Ian was unable to determine what that something was. He had been so deep in thought he didnt hear Sara speaking to him. She had stopped in front of him and jabbed a finger to his chest, capturing his attention. Damn it, Nottingham! What are you deaf too? Answer me and stop standing like a damn statue! I would never compromise your honor, Lady Sara. I only wished a simple respite from the rising warmth. I did not realize my actions were taken offensively. If you wish I will put my clothes back on. Sara could hear the sincerity in Ians voice. Though without her knowledge it had taken all of his strength to remain calm. In hopes that his words and voice were enough to cloak the pain and anguish that had slowly surfaced, reflecting in his eyes. Sara could not understand why the worst seem to come out of her when ever he was around, but she knew that was the best and only way she could keep her distance. Both physically and mentally. Though she had yet to admit even emotionally. However she could not help but feel a little sorry for him. They were stuck here together, by no fault of his; the lease she could do is being a sport and gives him his small respite. At lease she was grateful that she wasn't stuck with Irons or Dante. She watched as Nottingham picks up his silk shirt, which was still drenched from his sweat, off the floor and hurriedly putting it back on. With a heavy sigh, and a guilty conscience Sara began to speak. Nottingham look Ian had stopped dressing but his head remained bowed. With his arms clasp behind his back Ian listened intently. The silk shirt was left sinfully open. Giving Sara way too much of a distraction to continue on. Copying Ians bowed head, Sara averted her eyes, focusing on anything but his body. Clearing her throat Sara continues. Ive been having a really screwed up day, Im stuck in an elevator for who knows how long, its hot and Im sweating like crazy. I can understand you wanting to get some relief from the heat as well. Im sure with all that added layers your worst off then I am. So if you want you can stay in your tank top and I wont bitch about it. I suppose that would be the closest I would get to an apology from you, Sara. And so I accept your offer. Ian sneaked a glance from his bowed head. To his surprise Sara had raised an eyebrow and a faint smile could be seen on her face. With a smirk of his own he took off the offensive garment off and started to relax. Sara could see the ghost of a smile form on his lips. Watching him relax in her presence was somewhat reassuring. Knowing even for a brief moment they had both come to a crossroad were they could both be comfortable. Without having to worry about the Witchblade and Kenneth Irons. ~*~ Irons watched the security surveillance of the elevator car from the comforts of his office. It had been hours since he had been informed there had been an electrical malfunction locking all elevator systems. He had been ready to leave sending Ian to retrieve the car when the alarms had gone off leaving him stranded in his office, refusing to walk down the flights of stairs. He had chose to remain behind until Ian returned but that was until he had found out that his servant had been stuck in the elevator car with Sara. He watched now in silence, unfortunately something had gone wrong with the audio of the security cameras along with everything else. Leaving Irons to guess what the two had been talking about. At first he had been startled to find out that they were stuck together. He knew the Witchblade had wanted to send Sara a vision while she was here, he felt the burning sensation from the mark on his right hand, but Sara had refused to acknowledge the blade at that time. And the fact she wished to speak with Ian left him more curious. But after watching the display of body languages Irons had not been too worried. Sara still held her bitterness towards Ian. That was until Ian decided to make a show of himself by stripping down to his tank top and Sara so blatantly staring. Irons felt the rising lust from Sara as she watched him undress. Irons held his breath waiting to see what was going to occur between the two, then the predictable happened. Sara had grown agitated and lashed out at Ian. Irons leaned back into his chair with a satisfied smirk on his lips, elbows resting on the arms of the chair, and fingers pressed together in front of him. His smirk soon faded when he recognize the small camaraderie that had suddenly form between the two right under his own scrutiny. With a heavy hand, Irons slammed it down onto his glass desk, shaking the contents that lay scattered. It had bothered Irons that Saras minute infatuation with his servant had bothered him but now this little act will not be tolerated. Before the night was over Ian will pay for his insolence. Irons mind started to race, figuring out a way to punish his servant when the phone stared to ring. With his secretary gone for the evening, Irons answered the call. Kenneth The same satisfied smile Irons had returned when he heard the voice ring over the line. Is everything prepared as planned, Dr. Immo? Yes, Kenneth. But I must express my concern about this one. We will have this discussion later. He had proven his worth to me. All that concerns me right now is that this one is ready? Irons heard the loud sigh on the other end of the line. With a small pause from Dr. Immo, Irons finally heard what he wanted. Yes Good have him ready. His presence is needed sooner then I thought. Hanging up on the doctor Irons eyed the monitor and continued to watch the two interact with each other. Be weary Ian your retribution and darkness awaits you. But I will give one night with your lady a small respite indeed. Irons spoke out to no one in particular as he observes his two most prized possessions: his servant and the Witchblade. He reached over for the phone once again. Security This is Mr. Irons. Tell me the situation with the elevators. Yes, Sir. We will have the elevators running in less then 20 minutes, Mr. Irons. With the phone still cradled in his hand, Irons looked out of the window. The rainstorm he had seen earlier was soon upon them. He was sure that Sara was unwilling to be riding that bike of hers in the rain. Giving him the chance to offer the fair Sara a ride home and reprieve from the nasty rain. Irons smile had widened, in awe of himself that with every situation he would always come out on top. Would it be possible to leave one of the elevator cars remain locked while the rest are up and running? The security guard eyed the phone in his hand. It was quite a strange request, but this was Kenneth Irons he was talking to. Everything about the man was strange. Yes its possible, Sir. Just which elevator car did you have in mind and how long did you want it locked, Sir? ~*~ |
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crystaldawn88 |
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thanks for the extra. this story gets better and better
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SirSwain |
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Wow Spin, that is a brill story can not wait for more, please continue M'Lady.
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Jenileigh |
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And more will come when???
This is wonderful . . . please keep it coming! |
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EtebariStyle1111 |
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no!!! This is where i stopped last time... have you written anything new? want me to do it for you? hehe.. I have sooo many ideas.
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