A/n hey all, this is the beginning chapter of a series of song fics for different pairing in the show. Some might be sort of cannon, while others are the result of a song I've heard that inspires the muse.
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Urgent
You're not shy, you get aroundYou wanna fly, don't want your feet on the groundYou stay up, you won't come downYou wanna live, you wanna move to the soundGot fire in your veinsBurnin' hot but you don't feel the painYour desire is insaneYou can't stop until you do it again
Foreigner
He squinted against the rays of the sun on his face. The window was in the wrong position that morning. It should have been behind him and much lower in the sky. What the hell had happened? His head reeled, and his stomach tried to leap out of his throat when he managed to get both eyes open.
He tried to raise his hands and cover his eyes as they were beginning to sting and tear. His arms were trapped in some material. He floundered, around feeling very much like a landed trout before he was able to extract one arm.
He yanked and pulled at the sheet till he laid gasping and heaving. "Okay Donald… Use your brain and stop flipping around like a trapped seal."
He looked to his left and saw his dresser, with one drawer slightly ajar. Oh… that was the drawer that held what his mother like to call prophylactics. She would blush at the word "rubber or condom" and it made his father laugh. Flack supposed that as she was a good Catholic girl, birth control was a bit of an embarrassment to talk about. Even after forty years of marriage to Donald Flack Sr.
Wait… his aching head said. That must mean you got lucky last night. He shifted, rolled and promptly fell out of bed. Admittedly, he was used to getting it regular now that he and Bonasera had come to an agreement, but ending up with his head pointed toward the foot of the bed and then falling out of it was a new experience for him.
He climbed to his feet and saw what he'd feared. She was gone again. God Damn it… "Fuck…" He yelled to the empty apartment.
Why couldn't she stay just once for breakfast? He had this fantasy of taking her on the dining room table and… Okay… so he really wanted her to stay and just eat with him. He wanted to know what her favorite kind of juice was. Did she drink juice in the morning, or just coffee? Did she like pancakes, or was she a bagel woman? Did she like her eggs fried or scrambled?
He picked up his robe and went to the shower. That was something else. She'd used his shower before and wouldn't let him anywhere near the bathroom while she was in there. She said that sex and showers don't mix. Whatever that meant!
"Fuck," He shouted at his reflection. He reached over and turned on the water in the shower.
His eyes were bloodshot and his hair stood up in untidy corkscrews around his face. At least he didn't have a hangover on top of sleeping off Stella Bonasera. How in the hell had he gotten to be her boy toy? He was used to being the one that pulled away emotionally from women, hence his empty life. Only relationships with gorgeous and spoiled debutantes were allowed in his world
He stepped into the hot water and listened to his brain outline the facts of life for him. His life was empty of real relationships because he'd been nursing a crush on Stella for years. Then she'd actually hit the sheets with him and it was like heaven. Then the next morning came and everything changed. He put his hands against the tile of the shower and remembered the first time she'd called him late at night for comfort.
But sometimes I wonder as I look in your eyesMaybe you're thinking of some other guyBut I know, yes I know, how to treat you rightThat's why you call me in the middle of the nightYou say it's urgentSo urgent, so oh oh urgentJust wait and seeHow urgent my love can beIt's urgent
It was a week after her apartment was destroyed in a fire. She'd appeared on his door step at midnight, waking him from a deep sleep
"Jesus Christ Stella, do you know what time it is."
"I'm sorry Don… I just needed." She lifted her hands and let them fall to her sides in helpless surrender.
"Come in… I'll get you -"
He'd shut the door and she'd been on him before he could say anything. He vaguely remembered trying to protest and say that this wasn't right, that she would hate him in the morning. She had told him sternly to shut up and fuck her.
He'd tried to slow her down and take things slowly, but she wouldn't have any of it. He remembered her taking his hands and pushing them up under the plaid shirt she wore, and how the lace of her bra drove him wild.
He didn't remember how his tee shirt had ended up on the floor, or how her jeans had ended up hanging from the floor lamp next to the door. He did remember the way her tongue had dipped and teased him till his brain's higher functions had ceased. Her hands found their way into the sweat pants he'd worn to bed and found his rock hard erection. She had stroked and squeezed him till he had to pull her hands away or go off like a rocket in his pants.
"Stella… "
"I told you to shut up Flack…"
Since his last attempt at reason had fallen on deaf ears, he pushed her to the couch, spun her around and bent her over the back of furniture. God… How his calf and hamstring muscles had protested at this activity, but he ignored the pain the next morning.
He lost what was left of his self control and had rammed into her with as much finesse as a teenager breaking his first cherry. He'd heard her cries over his loud breathing. Her name mixed with expletives that would have made a sailor blush burst out of his mouth with each trust. He sort of remembered the way she'd screamed his name with her orgasm. He definitely remembered his own release, like warm champagne from a shaken bottle, and how he'd screamed her name and that he loved her.
The next morning she was gone before he awoke. She'd left a note, just like he'd left notes for other women. It was strange how it felt to be on the other side for a change. He decided that he didn't like it at all. He'd tried to apologize to her later at work for his roughness with her. She'd just smiled and said it was nice not to be treated like china for a change. Otherwise, she wouldn't talk about it at all. They didn't date. They just had sex in every conceivable position and place you could think of.
Once… when stuck in traffic on the Brooklyn Bridge he'd tried to talk to her about it. She'd gotten angrier than he'd ever seen.
"I thought guys liked relationships without strings. I wouldn't have thought you to be the sentimental type Flack."
"I don't like ta be used Bonasera."
"I'm not using you. We're two healthy adults engaging in mutually consensual sexual activities. Our jobs are tough Don. I need the stress relief."
"Is that all I am to ya," He knew the answer, but wanted to hear it.
"I can't give you what you want." She insisted.
"Why… because Frankie Mala tried to kill ya, because ya had ta kill him, because Drew Bedford used ya ta get ta Mac -"
His tirade had been cut off by her hand reaching over to the driver's side and slapping him as hard as she could.
"You're a complete bastard Donald Flack!"
"No… I'm tellin' ya the truth and ya can't handle it. I just want the chance to love ya like you deserve. Why can't ya let me?'
She was silent for a long time and he'd looked over to see tears rolling down her face. He'd tried to apologize, but she'd ignored him till they had got to the crime scene.
You play tricks on my mindYou're everywhere but you're so hard to findYou're not warm or sentimentalYou're so extreme, you can be so temperamentalBut I'm not looking for a love that will lastI know what I need and I need it fastYeah, there's one thing in common that we both shareThat's a need for each other anytime, anywhere
They had worked together well that day, and were exceedingly polite to each other for the rest of the day. He remembered making a promise to himself that he would end it. The next time she called him or pulled him into the supply closet at work he'd tell her it was over. He had his dignity and his pride after all.
It gets so urgentSo urgentYou know it's urgentI wanna tell you it's the same for meSo oh oh urgentJust you wait and seeHow urgent our love can beIt's urgent
Of course, she'd showed up at this apartment that night. Her eyes were red from crying and the part of him that had always loved her let her in the door. She hadn't talked except to say that she was sorry for slapping him and that he'd been right to say what he'd said to her.
'"I don't know what is the matter with me. I just can't stop feeling numb all the time."
Of course he'd taken her into his arms and held her tight while she cried. The smell of her hair had stoked the fire in his belly, even though he didn't want this to end with sex… Again! He stroked her back and felt the wetness of his tears mix with hers. She didn't look up at his face or see the pain in his eyes. He didn't know what to say or do. Of course, the next morning she was gone again, leaving another note and more memories of what he called lovemaking and she called "stress relief."
When the water of the shower turned cold he shut it off and got out to towel off. He looked in the mirror again and saw the despair in his eyes. This was never going to end until he ended it once and for all.
He dressed in a dark blue suit and one of his garish ties she loved to tease him about. He would do it today. He would make the cut no matter how much it hurt. He would start his life over! This time would be different.
You say it's urgentMake it fast, make it urgentDo it quick, do it urgentGotta rush, make it urgentWant it quickUrgent, urgent, emergencyIt's urgent
