A/N- Believe it or not, this is not a Clauson story. I have Clauson in here, big surprise, but it's not revolving around them. This story is based on Ric, after he left and what happened to him, then his return to Port Charles. Cause, ya know, once you live in P.C., you always come runnin back!
Summary- He left not long ago to L.A., but somehow he ended up in the deep South. Now, Ric is partnered with a woman, a woman much younger than him. The two face challenges and adventures together, and he teaches her the business. All she ever wanted was to make her father proud of her, but she's got everything mixed up.
Title- Kiss Me I'm Italian
Chapter 1- What Started It
~Story~
"So where are we going...?" She asked him. They had been out on the road for days now, but mainly because she wanted to go to every state, then get down to business.
Her name was Skylar Corneilus. The man she was traveling was so much older than her, actually, he had a niece her age, but it didn't matter. Both resembled similar traits, dark looks and that strang personality. Her hair matched his, just without the gray.
Maybe they didn't have similar traits in their outer apperance. Her eyes were that bright gray, and his were dark as coal. While he was an average tan, and she was Dutch olive. Though, they did have a fun, but dark attitude.
Time to time they would crack jokes, go hang out at bars for the fun of it after jobs, and threaten people on a daily basis. Richard "Ric" Lansing came to her hometown, in Alabama, merely on business. He had been working at an offer he couldn't refuse in Los Angles, but soon got wound up with her family. How that happened, nobody knows, but it sure as hell did and was well worth it.
Skylar had grown up in a dysfunctional family, which made her into the person she was today, but personally, she thought she turned out great. Yet, other's opinions differ from her's, they say she is trash, or just as crazy.
Though, Ric actually got to know her. Ever since the day they met.
Skylar was bent over the desk, writing away at some paper work referring to a car she was at work on. A ring sounded in the room, indicating someone was walking into the building.
She looked up, revealing her face to the handsome stranger, but she thought nothing of him, but more work. "Good afternoon, how may I help you?" The woman held herself from rolling an eyes, while he stifled a grin. Manners wasn't her favorite thing, but it got the job done.
His dark looks stood out in the well designed room, but his eyes were attracted to the young woman's pressing breasts as she stood up. Her body was tightly laced in a cherry red dress, giving off a sensation.
"I read that Corneilus Motor's is looking for new employees?" He answered after an awkward, silent moment. Skylar finally rolled her eyes when she walked to his side of the counter and held her hand out.
"Skylar Corneilus, granddaughter of the owner, Collingsworth Corneilus. What position are you interested in?" When the words escaped her lips, all she could do was bend over in pain of the laughter. The job-seeker joined her for a brief moment, but soon regained his compusor, followed by the woman.
"Lansing, Ric Lansing. I'm not worried about my position, just looking for a meaningful job." His name was Ric, obviously. Skylar's first thought over his name was that it was common, which bugged her. She hated common names with a passion, and would never curse her child with one.
"Well, if you're thinking Whore House, wrong place, but if you're thinking cars, follow me." Ric watched as she folded her arms and led the way to the back room, which held an office. Even though her hips were swaying, he wasn't turned on, she was just to young for him. How and why someone her age was working for the family was out of his state of mind, but whatever floated her boat. Right now all he cared about was getting a decent job.
That was when they first met, and they made sex jokes. Skylar wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but Ric never seemed to care. Now how they ended up in her personalized ZR1 Corvette, she didn't know, but they were here, and they were real.
What got them on the road in the first place was a mystery now. Maybe it was when she got kicked out because she wanted to learn the business. Her family wouldn't agree to it, so she went to Ric. Shortly over time, they became close friends, possibly due to the repos, washing, detailing, selling, and everything else that can with the car business.
Now, they were in Port Charles, New York. Ric was her mentor now, like she was his down in the deep South. He was going to teach her the business, and make her the best at it. Though, she had to be tested by busting someone.
That's how they arrived in Port Charles. She was put on a job, with Ric being her guide. Though, first, she had wanted to go to every state and all that. Together, the partners had cross countried in one of her favorite cars, and traveled the country side.
Yes, they slept in hotel rooms together, but they never had sex, even though the temptation was strong, since they just bought one bed motel rooms. One day she would pick breakfast and dinner, while he picked lunch, then the next they would switch it up. Both had to admit, they made an excellent team. How they did, they didn't know, but that undeniable truth was there. What it was, they still didn't know. All they knew was that they owed one another, and that now they were a team.
Together, they were going to bring down a FBI agent under cover, who is working against his brother, Michael "Sonny" Corinthos II. She remembered Ric saying how much his brother has always hated him, but he wanted to try and start a real brotherly bond. So, Skylar just guessed by saving the Corinthos-Morgan organization was a start.
"You getting tired?" Ric asked her, fixing the jacket she stole from the back. She didn't realize that she had drifted off to sleep, but she did, and probably missed out on what ever else he said.
"Naw, I'm good. Just impatient, I guess." Skylar mumbled to him and shifted her weight to a more comfortable position. She felt Ric's hand give a quick massage on her shoulder, but didn't think it as some kind of seduction. Maybe it was because if he ever wanted to be with her, he would have taken advantage of her in all those motel rooms, or when they first met and she referred something to a whore house.
"Well, we should be there by morning." His hand returned to the clutch, and he shifted gears. The younger woman peeked at the window and saw that it was night time.
"Wanna just stop by a motel and call it a night?" Ms. Corneilus suggested.
"Why? I still have my place here, and I know a whole lot of people around here. They'd probably let us stay for the night." She rolled his eyes while she watched him intently look at the road stretched out ahead of them.
"Whatever..." Ric smiled at her reaction. Sure, he'd seen and heard her use sarcasim and bluntness so many times, but it never failed to make him grin out of amusement.
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"Hey...Skye, we're here. Wake up." Ric shook her. He was hoovering over her threw the passanger's side. Her eyes were barely open, and her muscles were aching from stiffness. He gave her a few moments to gather her strength, but when she failed to do so, he lifted her in his arms bridal style and walked her to the front door.
"So where's here?" Skylar asked tiredly as her older partner set her down on the couch.
"My old place, believe it or not. Ignore the dust and everything else, as you know, I havent been here in forever." Ric explained as he walked back into the room with a bottle of water for her.
"Nice. Why'd you keep it?" She asked, trying to strike a conversation.
"Cause I knew I'd be coming back to Port Charles one day." He answered, and sat beside her on the couch. She was laying down, and he sat by her stomach. "I'll go get our stuff out of the car in a few hours. Right now I'm exhausted."
"So, where's my room?...If I have one." She propped herself up in her elbow, and starred into his dark pools.
"Well, you have one facing the woods, since I know you hate bright lights, but I figured you'd want to pick out the furniture, so we're gonna throw out everything in there and make it your own." Ric smacked her thigh, then stood up. "I'll be asleep if you need me." He told her, then went into a room, and returned with two pillows and a blanket. "Good night."
"Good night to you to." Skylar stood up and pushed him on the couch. Both laughed for a minute, then he raced her to his bedroom. As they fought into the room, both landed on the bed. Yet, it wasn't sexual. The younger woman crawled up to the head of the bed and fell down, then pulled the blanket on top of her. Ric followed suit, and faced his back to her's.
"Get some sleep, we have a lot to do tomorrow." He ordered, but was unaware she was already asleep. "Night Skye."
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Ric woke up to the delicious smell of breakfast. His eyes fluttered open, and he studied his surroundings. Everything was new and overwhelming, even though he had woken up here before many times. It was just that he hadn't been here in forever.
Quickly, he struggled out of bed and went into the kitchen, still shirtless and in his lounge pants. There, he saw the younger woman working her magic in the kitchen. Grits, which is a food he came to learn of because of the South, eggs, overwhelmed and scrambled, bacon, sasuage, toast, waffles, the whole deal. "Hungry aren't we?" He complimented and walked over to the cabinet and pulled out plates, knives, spoons, and forks. Then he went to the prep table and grabbed some napkins.
"Starving. I haven't had a real meal in almost forever." Skylar answered and flipped the bacon. "Don't worry, I went and bought fresh food." She reassured him and started taking things to the dining room. When she got back, Ric watched her depart the rest of the food in an assorted order on a plate and take it to the dining room. He followed with the china and placed it on the table.
When their plates were made and they sat across the table from one another, Skylar looked intentally at Ric. "So, whats the details on my job?"
"I'll tell you that later, I want you to get settled in first. So, today, I'm letting you go do some serious shopping...but, don't get used to it." He ordered, and then watched her mischevious smile play across her face.
"Okay Ricky, I'll be a good little girl. Where's the money?!" He couldn't help but laugh at her, she was rich with life and attitude.
"After breakfast Skye."
"I cooked it, I'll say when I'm done..." Both just watched each other, waiting for the other to get another mouthful of food. "How about you come with me? I'm new here and there are deep. dark crimnals everywhere and you wouldn't want me to get hurt, would you?" Ms. Corneilus baby talked him, trying to win him over.
"Sure, why not. We'll probably run into some old aqauntinces I know." Mr. Lansing smiled and leaned back.
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Together, the two partners in crime searched through the local furinutre store, looking desperatly for something stylish for Skylar's room. They had been the for hours and were stuck looking for a matching tiles for the fireplace in her room.
Then, finally, they gave up on that place and went to Lowes and Home Depot, and finally got lucky with their misson. Skylar scored many points with granite, swirled tiles to go around, but she was planning on smashing them and making it almost Mosaic.
Now, they were running around the mall, to expand her wardrobe. Ric waddled behind her, his hands full of boxs and bags. Shortly after that long adventure, she called it a day and they placed everything in the trunk of her car.
"Please tell me that's it?" Ric pleaded and walked to the driver's side.
"Yeah, but knowing me, I'll be back for more." Skylar slyly smiled and lowered herself into the seat.
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Night fall was already coming, which caught them off guard since they had know clue how long they had been out. Though, now, they were strolling around down town, heading towards Kelly's. Both agreed that they wanted to take a walk and get excerise, other than shopping excerise, then get something to eat.
There was a lingering silence between them, but it was comfortable. Yet, it was broken by a gun shot being heard. You could tell there was a silencer on it, but it didn't do much of a job for them.
Ric raced down the walkway, followed by Skylar. They found the scene of the crime, in an alleyway. Before them stood two darkly complexed people, one male, and one female.
"What are you doing back?!" The female yelled at him, helping the male lift the body up and dump it into the dumpster.
A/N- Sorry that there's a rush at the end, but I have a doctor's appoinment shortly. But please, tell me what you think of the chemistry between Ric Lansing and Skylar Corneilus. Do you think it's sick, since there's an age difference, or mad, since both are one of the same and dominate one another. Thanks for reading, and please express your opinion.
