Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Just some pointe shoes, and a small dog. The rest is pretty much on loan.
Authors note: Yes… I am alive… it's been such a long time since I last updated ( I think it can be measured in years… SHAME) that I hope there are still some ppl out there who remember this story or want to read it anyways. A special shout out to Nikki Garwin who reminded me to get off my ass and post…
Chapter Twenty
The next week flew by, as I spent my days on my makeshift bed in the garage, reading car magazines and books Mia got for me from the local library and making a sport out of Vince watching. Dom, Letty and Leon were the only three to go to the races on Thursday night, and they came back victorious. I had thought Vince might have been resentful that he had been left behind while the others got to feed their need for speed, but it turned out he didn't mention it at all. Then again, that could have been helped by the fact that I kept him suitably 'distracted' to not be thinking a hell of a lot while they were away. Or not thinking with that head anyways.
By that Saturday I was finally able to walk with a total absence of pain. I was very pleased by how my ankles were repairing themselves, and endlessly relieved to finally be released from the necessary lazy existence my injuries had forced upon me.
To celebrate my returning mobility (Dom's words) it was decided to cruise to the beach for a picnic for Sunday lunch. It was a wonderful day, full of sand and laughter as we all ate way too much and laughed way too hard at Jessie's inadvertent swimming lesson when he was accidentally got wiped by a wave when retrieving the ball the guys had been chucking around.
I was mucking around on the sand while Mia and Brian were packing up the last of the stuff, the others carrying the first load up to the cars, and I couldn't help but slip into my old habit of practicing my barefoot ballet on the beach. I started off subtly, stretching my right foot in front of me and testing my balance by lifting it off the ground, delighting in the way it felt to stretch all the muscles in my legs, for the first time in ages. When I realised I could do that I slipped into an old adage I had learnt years earlier, compensating for my general weakness by speeding it up a little but otherwise being wholly satisfied by the strength I could feel returning to my body. I finished, recovering from a back bend with very little strain and smiled to myself. There was a burst of applause from the dunes behind me, and I turned to see Vince, Dom, Letty and Leon had got back from the cars, and obviously had seen me dancing.
"Damn girl! What was that?" Letty asked, coming up to me and slinging an arm around my shoulders.
"I was just muckin around" I replied, embarrassed.
Letty came up to me and walked with me up towards the car.
"You'll have to teach me some of that shit" She whispered in my ear "It'd be worth the sweat to have Dom look at me like Coyote's lookin at you" Her comment made me look behind me to catch Vince's eyes. He was, indeed, looking at me, and with an intensity I had never seen from him before. Sure, there were hints of lust in his gaze, but also a deep tenderness, which was enough to literally make me stop in my tracks. Letty laughed quietly and walked on without me, and I waited for Vince to catch me up.
"Hey babe" He greeted, slipping his arms around my waist and bending down to kiss me, gently, but deeply. "I saw you workin' your moves on the beach" he added.
I smiled
"You like what you see?" I asked curiously. He grinned wolfishly
"Hell yeah!" was his response. "You're really bendy"
"You want me to show you more later?" I inquired mischievously.
Vince just leered then swept me into a forceful kiss that left me gasping.
"I'll take that as a yes then!" I giggled breathlessly. Vince chuckled and swung me up onto his back 'for old times sake', piggy backing me up to the two cars we'd came in, and depositing me in the seat next to his in Dom's car.
"I knew there was a reason why I let Leon drive the second car" he whispered into my ear. I looked at him queryingly. He didn't answer verbally, instead scooping me into his lap and kissing me senseless.
"I think I've found something I like better than driving!" he groaned quietly into my ear as my naughty hands started to explore the hard muscles of his chest, exposed by his unbuttoned shirt, as if they had a will of their own. I took Vince's comment in the way it was intended – as the biggest compliment Vince could possibly give. Always one to believe in positive reinforcement I instantly "thanked" him, and would have carried on doing so had it not been for the blaring noise of Dom leaning on the horn.
"This is not the nookie-mobile. Break it up" He growled as he turned in his seat. We hadn't even noticed him getting in the car. Shame.
We returned to our right sides of the car and put our seatbelts on. I caught Letty's eyes in the rear vision mirror and couldn't help but blush. I was still having slight problems with the fact that the reserved, shy Clarissa Standthorpe turned into a considerable slut when it came to Vince.