Flack Meets His Dream
Chapter 7
Isabella ordered his dinner and a six pack worth of beers, just in case he wanted them and she would have some too. Then she hurried out of her flannel pajamas she had on for his friends, and put on a silk full length nightgown that tied at each shoulders, draped at her cleavage and her back, and then just fell straight down, forming loosely to her curves. It was an emerald green to match her eyes, and she looked spectacular. She heard him moving around in the other room, surfing channels waiting on her and his dinner. That seemed common these last few days.
Isabella slid quietly into the room and walked up behind him encircling him in her arms. She felt him relax back into her body, not putting so much weight on her that she couldn't hold him up, but enough to let her hold him. She pressed her face against his sleeveless t-shirt, feeling the muscles ripple against her body's pressure. She released his waist and started to run her small soft hands from his shoulders to his hands, and then moved to the front of his chest doing much the same thing. Flack finally turned around, his eyebrows shooting up when he saw what she was wearing.
"Wow! You look amazing Bella." He started running his rougher hands up and down her arms and her back just as she had done for him. He briefly touched her chest, starting softly with her neck and then moved down to her breasts. His eyes never left hers as he brushed his thumbs across her nipples and cupped her breasts in his hands. As he caressed her body, they continued to look in the deep pools of the other's eyes. He leaned to kiss her just as there was a knock on the door. Damn.
He ate his hamburger and drank his beer in silence and Isabella was not going to push. It looked like a lot weighed on his mind and he could talk when he was ready. She stole French fries off his plate and sipped her beer watching him eat. When he was finally finished, he sat back looking at her with such love it was breathtaking for her to see.
"Bring your beer baby and I'll tell you what happened." He took her hand and led her to the couch, intending for her to sit next to him, but instead she sat in his lap straddling him. "Sitting like this I can look into your eyes. If I look into your eyes, I can take some of your pain away, Donnie."
"Sit like this you are going to get an abbreviated story." She smiled at him wickedly.
"You just tell me the story. I'll control myself."
"Jess got the warrant and we went to the house. He was in there, but had also put booby-traps all over the place. I hate it when that happens. We had the place surrounded, so our tactical team went step by step disarming the traps. It took forever. Once we got in, he was dead. He had huge fish tanks full of those scorpions and a couple with cobras. He had put one hand in one tank and another in the other and let his 'pets' kill him. It also meant that some escaped. We didn't know how many there were so we had animal control and exterminators out to take care of the rest. In his bedroom, he had pictures of you everywhere. He's been following you for months if not longer. He had pictures of you at galas, parties, at school. He had pictures of your townhome, pictures of you in your nightgowns. There were pictures of you and me various places outside. I don't think he ever knew where we had moved you to. It was overwhelming and very disturbing. So, in the end, no shots fired, but poisonous scorpions and cobras are maybe worse. After Jess and I left the scene she wanted to talk and then we went back to the squad room to fill out the paperwork."
"Do you want to tell me what you and Jess talked about?" Isabella asked quietly.
"Not really, but I think you should know. Jess explained her feelings for me, which I was already aware of and she knew that. But she also wanted to point out what she had seen develop rapidly between you and me. She pointed out that as long as she has known me, and all the women she's seen me go through, she never once saw me look at a woman the way I look at you, touch a woman the way I touch you, listen, talk to. She thought it was important for me to realize if I hadn't already that my relationship with you was different than mine with anyone else. She is so sweet though, she wanted me to be sure to not miss out on the awesome thing right in front of me, meaning you, instead of trying to knock us down for her own selfish reasons. So that was my night. How about you?"
"Hmm, me. Well those really cute SWAT guys and I had a three-way, then had some dinner, and I was so exhausted, you know those SWAT guys, they can go forever, so after all that excitement I headed for my room in my Nick and Nora cows over the moon pj's, they are hot and made those SWAT guys rock hard, sorta like your getting right now. That was my night."
He laughed and pulled her straddled body completely up to his, nothing could pass through that space. She smiled at him mischievously as she wiggled her nightgown up so there was nothing between her and him but his sweats. "You are a very naughty girl, my beautiful Bella. Are you sure you want to do this? Do you want to stop at some given point? Or is this an all-in sort of thing?"
Her face went serious and she looked at him, question marks all over her face. In the end she just wasn't sure. "I have taken few lovers in my lifetime, Don. They have all been long term relationships, and have ended for various reasons. One for cheating, one due to a job change and I wouldn't marry him and move, one because he was more interested in my money, then in me. So while they were long term they didn't end well. I am not the girl who hops in the sack with anyone. I have ample opportunity and I have never indulged in that sort of behavior. Compared to you, I'm a virgin. Am I sure? No. Do I want to? Very much. I guess the last few days have seemed so intimate, and I'm drawn to you like a moth to a flame. I can't keep my hands off of you. I can't stop watching you. I get lost in your eyes to where I forget what I am going to say. Is it an all-in sort of thing? Yeah, for me it is. But it has to be for you as well."
"That was amazingly articulate, Bella. Let me tell you what I think. I have had a lot of lovers, since I was 14 and lost it to a 20 year old. I've learned a lot about love and about sex. And you are right, you are a virgin compared to me, and I will treat you as such. I will never cheat on you. I don't care about your money. It is an amusement, not an end to anything. I'm no longer the guy who hops in the sack with anyone. I grew out of that several years ago, but my relationships have not fared well either. They tend towards the short and inconsequential. Am I sure I want to be with you, not just in the sack, but for real? Yes. Do I want to make love to you? Yes, very much. Will I wait for you to be able to say yes without reservation? Yes. My beautiful philosophy professor, I would ask who is the moth and who is the flame? In case you haven't noticed, I can't keep my hands off of you either, I watch you constantly, and I get lost in your eyes as well. Today in the lab I knew you were afraid and I wanted nothing more than to wrap myself around you, but that would raise very big bad things that all your money could not fix. So I stood very close behind you hoping you knew I was there. The last question, is it an all-in sort of thing? Yes, very much it is for me. But I think we have to go back to our regular lives, where I'm not your constant body guard and you teach and I do police work and we live our lives together but separate. And when you can answer the question 'Am I sure?' with an enthusiastic yes, then we move forward. Until then we make out like high schoolers and maybe go a little further than that sometimes, we take a lot of cold showers, and we wait until there is trust, there is commitment, and there is love."
"Damn Detective, you want to sign up for my philosophy class? I don't think I have heard an expression of caring and love better said. Thank you. I know you are tired, exhausted even. Do you want to climb into my bed and make out like high schoolers and then fall asleep happily in my arms but unsatisfied, or just crawl into my bed and let me hold you in my arms while you fall into a much needed sleep."
"I am tired and exhausted, but I would really like to climb into your bed, make out and maybe a little heavy petting and fall asleep in your arms." His voice sounded wiped out. Either he would get reenergized or he would fall asleep very soon, whatever they did in her bed tonight. But there would always be tomorrow and the next night and the next night.
A/N: Readers: What do you think, end it here or carry the relationship forward? It would probably turn into an M rating ultimately if we moved forward.
