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Ranger's hands were everywhere, touching her, bringing excited moans and gasps from her full lips, stained red. Of course in his mind he wasn't touching her, pleasing her, in his mind's eye she was the one he thought he could never have.
When his hand ran through her hair and felt it was straight and not wildly curly, the spell eh seemed to be under abruptly ended. His gentle touch turned harsh and demanding. She then realized he only touched Stephanie so gently, and for a few minutes she was Stephanie and Ranger loved her.
Jeanne Ellen knew why Ranger was here.
Earlier in the day Stephanie's car had exploded, which was nothing new, it always had this effect on him.
Jeanne Ellen was there, lurking in the shadows watching and waiting, knowing it would be her at the end of the night he went to, seeking comfort.
She knew Ranger well enough to know his heart stopped when he received word Stephanie's signal had disappeared. She knew he had raced to the scene and was immediately relieved when he saw her standing next to her flaming Toyota. She know he had walked to her, acting calm and collected even though his heart was still pounding in his chest. She knew he had taken her into his arms, like always, and breathed in the sent of her hair. And then the cop came. Morelli. She knew Ranger had pulled away, and she knew he blank face was firmly intact. She watched as words were exchanged three ways. She hadn't been close enough to hear the words, and honestly she didn't want to know what words would send Ranger stalking away, sinking into his Porsche, and coming to her place.
It always hurt when she saw the faraway look in his eyes, when she knew he was thinking of her, pretending she was her. It hurt worst when he whispered a soft babe and crashed his lips into hers. The pain was almost unbearable when he thought she was sleeping and slipped out of her bed. She couldn't breathe when she found out after he left her bed he went to Stephanie's apartment and watched her sleep.
She wasn't fooling herself. She knew Ranger would never be hers, or anyone's for that matter, not even the one he loved. Ranger was a lone wolf. He said didn't need anyone, but deep down she knew he did or he wouldn't come to her house after having an argument with Stephanie, or when she kissed him and jerked back because she was with Morelli.
She hated her for hurting Ranger. When would Stephanie open her eyes and realize what she had right in front of her face. One day she would, but would it be to late? If it wasn't what would she do without Ranger's little visits.
Who was she kidding? Herself. She knew it would never be to late, when Stephanie came to him he would be waiting with open arms, maybe even willing to have a relationship.
Hell, the already had a relationship. He had killed people for her. He had shown the street he would go as far as killing to protect Stephanie, therefore making her his women, his babe. Rumors were just as bad in the street if not worst then anywhere else. She had heard of their stolen kisses in the alley, the deal, and their one night together.
Rumors weren't all she had to go on. She had seen the way he looks at her, with so much love and admiration. She ached for him to look at her that way, but she knew he never would.
Because what matters most is that in the street and Ranger's heart Stephanie was his women and always would be.
I'm debating if I want to make this a full story, or just keep it a oneshot. Please review and let me know :