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Characters: Mick & Coraline.
Rating: NC-17 Very high-level sex scenes; some coarse language.
Very special thanks to Allegrita – beta extraordinaire – because if not for her skills, this fan fic would have ended up in the trash.
A/N: This is not a new fic, it is a re-interpretation of A Man Of Honour, (which presented Mick and Coraline's courtship from Coraline's perspective). Through Hazel Eyes – oddly enough – tells the same tale as Mick experienced it. So, I hope you enjoy it...
Through Hazel Eyes. (a fic remix.) Chapter 1.
"I'll love you forever."
"Forever?" she echoed.
She sounded surprised and – something else, but I didn't know what. I'd just made her my wife – why did she sound surprised that I said I loved her?
Women.
Still, I knew how lucky I was to have caught Coraline. She could have had any man she wanted, and god knows there were certainly plenty of guys around with more money and better prospects than me. I was only a singer in a party band that really wasn't doing all that well. But then again, if I wasn't, I never would have met the love of my life.
Coraline.
I remembered so clearly the first time I saw her wandering among her snooty guests, gliding like a swan. She walked back and forth in front of the band a few times, and I was gone. Thank god I wasn't singing, because I would have forgotten the words.
She was mesmerizing. But a girl like that and a guy like me? It would never happen. I didn't want the guys to rib me about being so bowled over, so I made a real joke of it, saying I wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers.
I tried hard to play it cool, but I couldn't keep my eyes off her. With her raven hair and that amazing red dress, she was a knockout. She sat on the chair like she was on a throne, observing her royal subjects. Then she beckoned me over.
I had to show her that I wouldn't run just because she snapped her fingers.
I had my pride.
On the other hand, my cock had a mind of its own, and I was half-hard just from watching her, so I thrust my hands in my pockets – to push my trousers forward a bit and disguise the bulge – before I sauntered in her direction.
She tilted her beautiful face up to me and said sweetly, "Can't you guys play something that'll get this snore on its feet?"
I laughed and said, "Like what?"
"I don't know, like Winony Harris or Little Willie John or just something with a little bit more rhythm?"
I offered her a little smile. Not much. Just enough.
"Well, gee, I don't know if this crowd would like the devil's music."
"That's why I want you to play it."
She was a strange girl.
"How about 'Good Rockin' Tonight'?" I suggested.
She rose from the chair, clearly confident that I was watching her every move.
"How about 'Ain't That Just Like A Woman?' I think that that would be much more shocking. Don't you?"
She was a real piece of work. An ice princess if ever I'd seen one. But I had to show her that I was still the boss.
"On one condition," I stated confidently.
"My name is Coraline."
"I didn't say what the condition was."
"That's always the condition."
She kissed me lightly on the cheek and walked away.
For the rest of the evening Coraline ignored me – deliberately, I was sure of it. She didn't even glance up when we played 'Ain't That Just Like A Woman?' although a few of the guests gave us dirty looks. For some reason, the rest appeared to be more amused than offended. At least they paid attention to us.
Coraline's party finally began to wind down a little before dawn. The guys and I had been packing up our instruments when she appeared out of the darkness with a bottle of champagne in hand.
She caught my eye and asked, "You wanna get wet?"
Then she turned towards the pool.
I couldn't believe this girl. First she flirted with me, then she ignored me, and now that her rich friends were gone, maybe she thought it'd be fun to slum it with the singer. Yeah, well I'd show her.
I took a few steps towards her and said, "You don't even know my name."
What she did next shocked me though; cool as anything, she turned back to face me and asked: "Do I need to?"
I was popular with the ladies. I didn't have to take that kind of treatment from any girl, no matter how rich or beautiful she was. I needed to regain the upper hand.
"Maybe you should come to one of my real gigs," I suggested.
"This was one of your real gigs."
Damn, she was arrogant. Then to make everything worse, she turned her back on me.
"Will you give me a hand?" She wanted me to unzip her dress, calm as you please, like I was her husband or something!
As I unzipped her dress, I felt all the blood go straight to my cock. She was naked underneath. No brassiere, no panties, not even stockings – just bare legs. And a tattoo on her shoulder. A tattoo!
Before I could think of something to say, she dived straight into her swimming pool, and swam a lap.
She returned to the side of the pool and smiled up at me, saying, "Are you going to join me or not?"
"I don't have my swimming trunks."
"You don't need any in my pool."
The girl was truly unbelievable. She turned onto her back, showing off her beautiful breasts, and did the backstroke across the width of the pool. My god, she looked stunning in the moonlight.
I didn't wait around for another invitation.
By the time Coraline reached the far side of the pool, I had undressed and slipped into the water next to her. She stood shoulder-deep in the water and turned to face me. She was so beautiful – I felt like I'd been drugged. She just stood there, looking at me. For a moment I thought she was gonna reach out and touch me, but then the moment was gone. I knew that I should say something but all I could do was stare at her. Then suddenly she sighed and turned as though she was gonna leave the pool, and I knew I had to move or lose my chance.
I gently took Coraline's wrist and pulled her into my arms – then I pushed her against the side of the pool and kissed her, softly at first, but by the way her body pressed into mine I knew it was alright to kiss her more passionately. I pushed my hips forward against her to let her feel my impressive size against her belly. She must have liked it because she dug her long nails into my back. Then I pulled away from her mouth and started to kiss her slender neck instead.
All of a sudden she stopped digging her nails into my back, and I have to admit that I was relieved because I'd thought that she was gonna draw blood, the way she was going.
I kissed her neck, scraping my five o'clock shadow against her skin just enough to let her feel it. Then her hand found mine and she pulled my hand up and practically invited me to fondle her breasts! Damn, I almost came on the spot. Her nipples were so hard, and I didn't think it had anything to do with the cold water in the pool. No, she wanted me as much as I wanted her. But even after all that she still shocked the hell out of me when she slipped her dainty hand between our bodies and grabbed my cock.
In that moment, my entire body went as stiff.
Oh, sweet Jesus, she started to stroke me.
I groaned softly and started to kiss her mouth again. I caressed her lips with my tongue, and she opened up to me completely. I took that as my cue and slipped my hand right to her sweet spot.
Oh god, she was wild. She parted her legs to let me get my big hand between her thighs. I slowly slipped two fingers inside of her. She was so wet and velvety and tight. Sweet Jesus. I tried to remember where I'd left my pants but I could barely think. Of all the times to be left wondering if I had a condom. Not good, St. John. Not good at all. Then again, if she kept on stroking me, I wouldn't need a condom for a few minutes anyway.
Oh god, I was gonna come.
And by the feel of her sweet pussy pulsating around my fingers, so was she!
Abruptly, she tried to push me away, so I took a step back. My cock was throbbing painfully – I needed to come – and I had no idea what I'd done to upset her.
"Oh god, Coraline, baby please ..."
I heard my own voice trail off as she turned and left me standing in the damn pool without so much as a second glance.
Women.
*****
I swore to myself that I'd stay away from Coraline, the teasing bitch. And I kept that promise for exactly four nights, till I couldn't stand being away from her a minute longer. So I put on my best suit and went to see her. She answered the door wearing a stunning pink satin negligee, looking for all the world like she was expecting me – except that her beautiful face was cold, her expression almost bored.
She opened the door to me, but blocked my entry. Her behaviour wasn't making any sense.
"Why did you leave the other night? We were just starting to have some fun."
I smiled and tried to kiss her – God, I needed to feel those lips against mine again – but she turned away from me, acting offended. The ice princess had returned.
"What night?" she asked, frowning.
Suddenly I realised why. I looked past her at the candlelit room, and then I noticed the good-looking guy who was making himself at home in Coraline's armchair, drinking a martini. Jesus. Was she married? Couldn't be, I quickly decided. If the sharp-dressed guy had been Mr. DuVall he would've punched my lights out the moment I tried to kiss his wife.
I looked into Coraline's dark eyes. A man could so easily get lost in those eyes. Who was this girl and why did she have such a hold over me? She was making me crazy.
"I get it – that's fine," I said, trying to be as cool as she was.
I turned around, stuck my hands in my pockets and walked away.
Part of me hoped that she'd call out to me, but she didn't say a word.