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Thanks to Dreamy One for Beta-ing this for me and catching my typos. I took the song FIClet "Voodoo Lady" and made it into a full blown story. As always, I only post once a day AFTER I get reviews - So if you want to see how this goes, READ & REVIEW PLEASE!! ~LOL~
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Predatory eyes watched the woman in front of him. She was lithe, tall, a perfect body. Her long cinnamon colored hair fell in loose waves down over her shoulders to the middle of her back. She stepped closer to him...
'light up a cigarette she said
and calm the fuck down
you got a serious side to you'
His hands found her waist, spanning it gently as he pulled her closer. He could smell the spicy scent of her as her arms slid around his neck and she looked into his dark eyes... her fingers brushed up his neck into his close cropped hair teasingly.
'that could give the whole world a frown
now nothin' really matters to me you see
check out these holes in my gown
let your eyes lose their focus a little
let your guard come down'
He stepped forward, she stepped back, the sultry notes of the music wrapping around them both... his hands smoothed up over her ribcage for a moment, then back down over her hips. The filmy short skirt she had tied around her waist fluttered gently as her heels clicked on the bare wooden floor beneath them.
'i was thirsty for everything
but water wasn't my style
guess we might have to teach me somethin'
guess we might have to show me how'
He pushed her back, catching her right hand and pulling her back towards him. She stepped to the side and twisted, spinning so that her back pressed up against him. Both of their hips shifted in time with each other, perfectly in tune with one another as they both stepped forward, then back. Her face was turned to her right, her right arm curled across her body over her shoulder where his left hand still held hers in a possessive grasp. Her mouth was parted slightly and her eyes closed as they moved in unison...
'now put out that cigarette she said
somethin' ain't right in here
it's tied to the both of us, I ain't sure now, it isn't clear'
His free right hand came back to her hip, spreading across her lower belly and flattening out to press her tight against him. He guided her across the floor in time with the dark and hypnotic music. They could feel one another's muscles bunching and releasing... their hips shifted side to side with the steps, carrying them sideways a few feet...
'we could have been born helpless children
beggin' for our next meal
I could be a voodoo lady, just a classy hooker
playin' the field'
He stepped back and spun her out again, keeping a grasp on her hand and twirling her back again. She kept in time, her head dipping as she spun under his arm, the filmy skirt of her rippling in the air. When her feet came to a stop, she was facing him. She put her hand up on his chest and pushed him back in step with the beats, a playful smirk on her face as he backed up...
'classy holy hooker!!!
hey! I've made up my mind, yeah
I came to see your sign
disappear this mornin' but come back tonight'
she pulled from his grasp and fixed him with a 'come hither' glare. She was baiting him, her hands pressing upwards from her hips over her waist and breasts, then through her hair even as her feet kept time with the beats, heels clicking on the ground...
'light up a cigarette she said
and calm the fuck down
relax and let your ears hear this beautiful song
that's hidin' underneath the sound'
He caught her, one hand grasping hers as the other slid around her waist. His stare was intense, hot... his chest met her shoulder, her breasts meeting his extended upper arm. They were more side by side in their graceful motions than face to face. He kept his face turned towards her although she didn't look at him. She kept her face looking away, her eyes closed as she moved. His grip tightened and turned them both into a pattern of tight turns and twists, the last one sending her in a tight controlled spin, his hand lightly gripping the back of her neck...
'underneath the sound!!!
I made up my mind
I came to see you fly
disappear this mornin' but come back tonight'
He pulled her back up against him tightly, looking down at her... then he lifted her up over his head, her head rolling back for a moment, the she looked down into his eyes - dark, filled with passion... he slowly lowered her down, her body scraping against his... she could feel every muscle in his chest..
'voodoo lady
voodoo lady
voodoo lady
voodoo lady'
His hand cupped the back of her neck and dipped her back... he leaned over her slightly as the notes dwindled down... but he still didn't raise her back up...
'I was thirsty for everything but blood, wasn't my style!
voodoo lady
did I dream you up or are you for real?
are you for real?
are you for real?'
Carefully he stood up, pulling her with him. She slid her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. He released her, her breathing labored as she picked up a towel and threw it at him.
"You're getting better."
"I had a good teacher."
Sashe Donovan grinned and bowed. "Why, thank you. See you next week for another lesson?"
"Of course. Can't have my sister be the only one in the family with grace and style."
She was about to say something else when his pager went off. With a sigh, Frank walked over and picked it up. It was Monica.
"I have to go."
"I know. Be careful, eh? Call me and let me know if you can keep that lesson next week." She kissed his cheek as she walked by. With a mischevious grin, Sasche twisted up the towel and snapped it, popping her big brother in the hip. When he spun around, his own towel in hand, she shrieked and scooted out of his way.
He missed playing with his little sister like that. Too often they were so busy that they didnt' have time to see one another. Except for the once a week dance lessons he'd insisted on after their parents died a year ago. After 6 months of wrangling, he'd convinced her to leave New York and to come to Chicago. She'd finally given in and moved. To hear her tell it, she gave in just to stop him from pushing her so hard. It was a lot to ask of her, he knew. But she didn't once complain or gripe that big brother was being a nuisance. One of these days he'd have to actually invite her over to his place for dinner. Since she'd moved there, the dinners they'd had together were either take out at her place or restaurants... and those most often interrupted by pages from his team.
He shook his head as he slid into the seat of his Land Rover. Sooner or later he was going to have to let the team in on Sasche. As it stood now, there were rumors running amongst them as to where the mysterious Frank Donovan spent that hour and a half each week like clockwork and who was calling each Wednesday night to confirm their dinner date.
To hear Alex and Monica talk, he was practically engaged to the 'mystery woman'. He actually smiled at that thought. What made him laugh was the CD that began playing - LIVE's Distance to Here. Sasche must have slipped in his stereo when he wasn't looking.
(( Song is titled 'Voodoo Lady' by LIVE on the "Distance To Here" CD. ))
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Thanks to Dreamy One for Beta-ing this for me and catching my typos. I took the song FIClet "Voodoo Lady" and made it into a full blown story. As always, I only post once a day AFTER I get reviews - So if you want to see how this goes, READ & REVIEW PLEASE!! ~LOL~
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Predatory eyes watched the woman in front of him. She was lithe, tall, a perfect body. Her long cinnamon colored hair fell in loose waves down over her shoulders to the middle of her back. She stepped closer to him...
'light up a cigarette she said
and calm the fuck down
you got a serious side to you'
His hands found her waist, spanning it gently as he pulled her closer. He could smell the spicy scent of her as her arms slid around his neck and she looked into his dark eyes... her fingers brushed up his neck into his close cropped hair teasingly.
'that could give the whole world a frown
now nothin' really matters to me you see
check out these holes in my gown
let your eyes lose their focus a little
let your guard come down'
He stepped forward, she stepped back, the sultry notes of the music wrapping around them both... his hands smoothed up over her ribcage for a moment, then back down over her hips. The filmy short skirt she had tied around her waist fluttered gently as her heels clicked on the bare wooden floor beneath them.
'i was thirsty for everything
but water wasn't my style
guess we might have to teach me somethin'
guess we might have to show me how'
He pushed her back, catching her right hand and pulling her back towards him. She stepped to the side and twisted, spinning so that her back pressed up against him. Both of their hips shifted in time with each other, perfectly in tune with one another as they both stepped forward, then back. Her face was turned to her right, her right arm curled across her body over her shoulder where his left hand still held hers in a possessive grasp. Her mouth was parted slightly and her eyes closed as they moved in unison...
'now put out that cigarette she said
somethin' ain't right in here
it's tied to the both of us, I ain't sure now, it isn't clear'
His free right hand came back to her hip, spreading across her lower belly and flattening out to press her tight against him. He guided her across the floor in time with the dark and hypnotic music. They could feel one another's muscles bunching and releasing... their hips shifted side to side with the steps, carrying them sideways a few feet...
'we could have been born helpless children
beggin' for our next meal
I could be a voodoo lady, just a classy hooker
playin' the field'
He stepped back and spun her out again, keeping a grasp on her hand and twirling her back again. She kept in time, her head dipping as she spun under his arm, the filmy skirt of her rippling in the air. When her feet came to a stop, she was facing him. She put her hand up on his chest and pushed him back in step with the beats, a playful smirk on her face as he backed up...
'classy holy hooker!!!
hey! I've made up my mind, yeah
I came to see your sign
disappear this mornin' but come back tonight'
she pulled from his grasp and fixed him with a 'come hither' glare. She was baiting him, her hands pressing upwards from her hips over her waist and breasts, then through her hair even as her feet kept time with the beats, heels clicking on the ground...
'light up a cigarette she said
and calm the fuck down
relax and let your ears hear this beautiful song
that's hidin' underneath the sound'
He caught her, one hand grasping hers as the other slid around her waist. His stare was intense, hot... his chest met her shoulder, her breasts meeting his extended upper arm. They were more side by side in their graceful motions than face to face. He kept his face turned towards her although she didn't look at him. She kept her face looking away, her eyes closed as she moved. His grip tightened and turned them both into a pattern of tight turns and twists, the last one sending her in a tight controlled spin, his hand lightly gripping the back of her neck...
'underneath the sound!!!
I made up my mind
I came to see you fly
disappear this mornin' but come back tonight'
He pulled her back up against him tightly, looking down at her... then he lifted her up over his head, her head rolling back for a moment, the she looked down into his eyes - dark, filled with passion... he slowly lowered her down, her body scraping against his... she could feel every muscle in his chest..
'voodoo lady
voodoo lady
voodoo lady
voodoo lady'
His hand cupped the back of her neck and dipped her back... he leaned over her slightly as the notes dwindled down... but he still didn't raise her back up...
'I was thirsty for everything but blood, wasn't my style!
voodoo lady
did I dream you up or are you for real?
are you for real?
are you for real?'
Carefully he stood up, pulling her with him. She slid her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. He released her, her breathing labored as she picked up a towel and threw it at him.
"You're getting better."
"I had a good teacher."
Sashe Donovan grinned and bowed. "Why, thank you. See you next week for another lesson?"
"Of course. Can't have my sister be the only one in the family with grace and style."
She was about to say something else when his pager went off. With a sigh, Frank walked over and picked it up. It was Monica.
"I have to go."
"I know. Be careful, eh? Call me and let me know if you can keep that lesson next week." She kissed his cheek as she walked by. With a mischevious grin, Sasche twisted up the towel and snapped it, popping her big brother in the hip. When he spun around, his own towel in hand, she shrieked and scooted out of his way.
He missed playing with his little sister like that. Too often they were so busy that they didnt' have time to see one another. Except for the once a week dance lessons he'd insisted on after their parents died a year ago. After 6 months of wrangling, he'd convinced her to leave New York and to come to Chicago. She'd finally given in and moved. To hear her tell it, she gave in just to stop him from pushing her so hard. It was a lot to ask of her, he knew. But she didn't once complain or gripe that big brother was being a nuisance. One of these days he'd have to actually invite her over to his place for dinner. Since she'd moved there, the dinners they'd had together were either take out at her place or restaurants... and those most often interrupted by pages from his team.
He shook his head as he slid into the seat of his Land Rover. Sooner or later he was going to have to let the team in on Sasche. As it stood now, there were rumors running amongst them as to where the mysterious Frank Donovan spent that hour and a half each week like clockwork and who was calling each Wednesday night to confirm their dinner date.
To hear Alex and Monica talk, he was practically engaged to the 'mystery woman'. He actually smiled at that thought. What made him laugh was the CD that began playing - LIVE's Distance to Here. Sasche must have slipped in his stereo when he wasn't looking.
(( Song is titled 'Voodoo Lady' by LIVE on the "Distance To Here" CD. ))
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