Wow, didn't expect so many responses..especially so fast! Thanks for the
reviews. Here's a scene that was supposed to be a part of it originally,
but Ian refused to cooperate with me.
As I said. I'm an Ian/Sara girl..this one came totally out of the blue, and yes, Kattie, I still blame you for it! I do thank you for helping me to get Ian to cooperate, though. Even if you did put him into another snit!
There's another note at the bottom.
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Gabriel sighed as he threw the pen he was using on his desk. It had been a week since he had last seen Sara, a week since he had given her the massage. Better make that THE MASSAGE, capital letters all the way. His dark eyes were drawn to the small container of oil he had picked up the day after he had left her apartment. It was the same oil he had used when giving her THE MASSAGE, and he had bought it to help him remember that night.
Help him? It was indelibly branded into his brain. The shadows of light playing over her skin, the feel of said skin under his hands and her body under his, the sharp bite of mint in the air. And those sounds. They were perfect, exactly what he had dreamt she would sound like if they made love.
He groaned and moved away from the desk, away from the pottery flask he had poured the oil into, not wanting the visual reminder of the normal plastic container. He had to find a way to stop thinking about that night. Being that close to Sara. It was like a dream come true for him. He'd had a crush on her for so long. Oh, he'd continued to go out with girls, knowing that none of them would measure up to Sara Pezzini but also knowing that his crush would go no where.
That's why he was in such a quandary now. His girlfriend Jessica had tried tempting him to go out with her a few days ago. All of her overtures were met with silent indifference under she had flounced off in a snit, her feminine ego bruised when she failed to get a rise out of him. For the life of him, he couldn't concentrate on her. All of his thoughts were now occupied with Sara and his mind refused to sublimate his hopes and desires for the beautiful detective onto another woman.
Sara had seemed to respond to the touch of his hands, but that was when giving her a massage. He knew from experience that a great feeling massage was one thing, being sexually aroused another. One wasn't necessarily connected to the other, though they usually were. So had Sara been aroused, or merely expressing her appreciation?
He paced the crowded apartment/warehouse combination he lived in and his eyes were drawn to the blinking light on his answering machine. He knew that it was Sara on the machine; he had listened to and erased all of the other messages already. He's purposely not been in contact with her since that night, not wanting to embarrass himself anymore than necessary. He wasn't going to duck her forever. Just until he figured out where he stood.
Which he wouldn't know unless he went to talk to her. Bared his heart to her. He grimaced at the thought. He knew she wouldn't ridicule him or anything, but it was a risk. Chances were good that she saw him as nothing more then a little brother, ,and no matter how he prepared himself for that probability, it would still hurt.
A shadow where it shouldn't be caught his eye and he moves hesitantly towards it, backing up a quick step when it disengaged from the wall behind it and moveed towards him. Hazel eyes met his as a hood was swept back to reveal a dangerous looking man. One he knew by reputation if not by sight. "What are you doing here? I didn't let you in."
Nottingham shrugged, his lack of concern at being caught breaking and entering apparent. "Just came to have a little chat, Mr. Bowman."
Gabriel snorted. "You wanted to talk to me? why? You're Sara's stalker, not mine."
Ian nodded and reached out to finger a piece of soft fabric that was folded and placed on one of the many shelves. "I know who I am and that Sara has told her friends about me." His answer was a hesitant nod. "I also know where you were a week ago."
Gabriel swallowed the knot of apprehension. "I was working, same as I always do."
Ian raised his eyes to look at him, the hazel eyes probing until they seemed to see into Gabriel's soul. "Don't lie to me."
"I'm not. I was here for most of the day."
"And for a part of the night you were at Sara Pezzini's."
Gabriel nodded, knowing he had nothing to be ashamed of. As it was, he was half sure that no matter what answer he gave, he'd end up a bloody pulp by the time this conversation was over.
"You're quite close to Sara, aren't you?"
Gabriel nodded again and stepped back, hoping in vain it wouldn't be noticed.
Ian shifted the fabric to reveal an Asian dagger, the scabbard it was in finely detailed in gold and silver. "How close?"
Gabriel shrugged. "We're friends."
He took off one glove before removing the dagger from the scabbard and testing the blade on his finger, smiling in satisfaction when it drew a light line of blood. "Just friends?"
"You can't think it's anything more, can you?" Gabriel asked bleakly, his own insecurities plain to show.
Ian dragged the blade another way before putting it back in the scabbard and replacing it on the shelf. "Sara rarely reacts as others think she will." He idly sucked on the injured digit before replacing his glove. "Be her friend, Gabriel Bowman, but only that. If you become more, I will kill you."
Gabriel swallowed and closed his eyes, knowing that the threat wasn't idle. Sara's stalker could and would follow through. When he opened them, the man in black was gone. He shook himself and started for a well hidden chest of drawers. Earlier he hadn't been sure of what he wanted to say to Sara, but now he was.
Once dressed, he locked the apartment and left, heading for the loft and hoping that she wasn't' asleep yet.
*
Okay..that's it on this story for me! Okay? LOL Hope you enjoyed it. If anyone wants to write a Gabe/Sara continuation. Feel free! You have my permission to use any dialogue or this story as a memory, long as you acknowledge me. Likewise for Ian/Sara or even Gabe/Ian. Whatever floats your boat. Unless you guys write it, though, it's only in your imaginations!
As I said. I'm an Ian/Sara girl..this one came totally out of the blue, and yes, Kattie, I still blame you for it! I do thank you for helping me to get Ian to cooperate, though. Even if you did put him into another snit!
There's another note at the bottom.
*
Gabriel sighed as he threw the pen he was using on his desk. It had been a week since he had last seen Sara, a week since he had given her the massage. Better make that THE MASSAGE, capital letters all the way. His dark eyes were drawn to the small container of oil he had picked up the day after he had left her apartment. It was the same oil he had used when giving her THE MASSAGE, and he had bought it to help him remember that night.
Help him? It was indelibly branded into his brain. The shadows of light playing over her skin, the feel of said skin under his hands and her body under his, the sharp bite of mint in the air. And those sounds. They were perfect, exactly what he had dreamt she would sound like if they made love.
He groaned and moved away from the desk, away from the pottery flask he had poured the oil into, not wanting the visual reminder of the normal plastic container. He had to find a way to stop thinking about that night. Being that close to Sara. It was like a dream come true for him. He'd had a crush on her for so long. Oh, he'd continued to go out with girls, knowing that none of them would measure up to Sara Pezzini but also knowing that his crush would go no where.
That's why he was in such a quandary now. His girlfriend Jessica had tried tempting him to go out with her a few days ago. All of her overtures were met with silent indifference under she had flounced off in a snit, her feminine ego bruised when she failed to get a rise out of him. For the life of him, he couldn't concentrate on her. All of his thoughts were now occupied with Sara and his mind refused to sublimate his hopes and desires for the beautiful detective onto another woman.
Sara had seemed to respond to the touch of his hands, but that was when giving her a massage. He knew from experience that a great feeling massage was one thing, being sexually aroused another. One wasn't necessarily connected to the other, though they usually were. So had Sara been aroused, or merely expressing her appreciation?
He paced the crowded apartment/warehouse combination he lived in and his eyes were drawn to the blinking light on his answering machine. He knew that it was Sara on the machine; he had listened to and erased all of the other messages already. He's purposely not been in contact with her since that night, not wanting to embarrass himself anymore than necessary. He wasn't going to duck her forever. Just until he figured out where he stood.
Which he wouldn't know unless he went to talk to her. Bared his heart to her. He grimaced at the thought. He knew she wouldn't ridicule him or anything, but it was a risk. Chances were good that she saw him as nothing more then a little brother, ,and no matter how he prepared himself for that probability, it would still hurt.
A shadow where it shouldn't be caught his eye and he moves hesitantly towards it, backing up a quick step when it disengaged from the wall behind it and moveed towards him. Hazel eyes met his as a hood was swept back to reveal a dangerous looking man. One he knew by reputation if not by sight. "What are you doing here? I didn't let you in."
Nottingham shrugged, his lack of concern at being caught breaking and entering apparent. "Just came to have a little chat, Mr. Bowman."
Gabriel snorted. "You wanted to talk to me? why? You're Sara's stalker, not mine."
Ian nodded and reached out to finger a piece of soft fabric that was folded and placed on one of the many shelves. "I know who I am and that Sara has told her friends about me." His answer was a hesitant nod. "I also know where you were a week ago."
Gabriel swallowed the knot of apprehension. "I was working, same as I always do."
Ian raised his eyes to look at him, the hazel eyes probing until they seemed to see into Gabriel's soul. "Don't lie to me."
"I'm not. I was here for most of the day."
"And for a part of the night you were at Sara Pezzini's."
Gabriel nodded, knowing he had nothing to be ashamed of. As it was, he was half sure that no matter what answer he gave, he'd end up a bloody pulp by the time this conversation was over.
"You're quite close to Sara, aren't you?"
Gabriel nodded again and stepped back, hoping in vain it wouldn't be noticed.
Ian shifted the fabric to reveal an Asian dagger, the scabbard it was in finely detailed in gold and silver. "How close?"
Gabriel shrugged. "We're friends."
He took off one glove before removing the dagger from the scabbard and testing the blade on his finger, smiling in satisfaction when it drew a light line of blood. "Just friends?"
"You can't think it's anything more, can you?" Gabriel asked bleakly, his own insecurities plain to show.
Ian dragged the blade another way before putting it back in the scabbard and replacing it on the shelf. "Sara rarely reacts as others think she will." He idly sucked on the injured digit before replacing his glove. "Be her friend, Gabriel Bowman, but only that. If you become more, I will kill you."
Gabriel swallowed and closed his eyes, knowing that the threat wasn't idle. Sara's stalker could and would follow through. When he opened them, the man in black was gone. He shook himself and started for a well hidden chest of drawers. Earlier he hadn't been sure of what he wanted to say to Sara, but now he was.
Once dressed, he locked the apartment and left, heading for the loft and hoping that she wasn't' asleep yet.
*
Okay..that's it on this story for me! Okay? LOL Hope you enjoyed it. If anyone wants to write a Gabe/Sara continuation. Feel free! You have my permission to use any dialogue or this story as a memory, long as you acknowledge me. Likewise for Ian/Sara or even Gabe/Ian. Whatever floats your boat. Unless you guys write it, though, it's only in your imaginations!