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Original Sin
- Part Seven
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Rating: PG
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A few hours later Donovan stood in Kennedi's office. He looked her over as she stood at the window looking at the snow. She was wearing a pair of black slacks, a red sweater and low heeled boots. She looked good...
"I still remember the first snowfall."
"I've tried to forget it Frank. I've tried to forget so many things about us." She hadn't turned around yet.
Frank let the words hang there. She'd tried to forget... what he wouldn't have given to have her heart back again. She was different than he remembered. Her hair was gone, for one. A shoulder length style taking the place of the waist length waterfall of hair. She'd also changed her surroundings. When he met her, married her, she wasn't the kind of person who surrounded herself with luxury. But now... the items in here, the rich wood furniture and marble tiling led him to believe that this might not be the same person. But instinctually he knew differently.
"Why? Why do you want to forget what we had?"
"Because it's not who I am. Why did you come here Frank? I was happy being away from you." Keni didn't turn around as she spoke. She was hoping that she could inject enough venom into her words to push Frank back. When would he realize everything she was doing was for him... to protect him?
Frank had started to cross the room to her when her words sank in. He backed up a step and drew in a sharp breath. "I need your help."
"MY help?" She finally turned around. NOW she was curious. Slate gray eyes looked out from the part in her hair. Amanda had done an excellent job. The bobbed style she'd given Keni was just above shoulder length in the back and angled towards her jaw so it was long enough in the front to rest just past her collar bone. This way she could still pull it back into a ponytail. "What on earth could you possibly need my help on?"
The acid dripping off of her words slapped him in the face. With a sigh, he took a seat and looked up at her. She was apparently still holding a grudge for the last fight they'd gotten into. The day before he'd left for his assignment, she'd asked him if she could help with anything. Without thinking, he'd smarted off that there was no way he'd ask for her help on this case. Before he could explain that it was a similar theft ring and that if it got out that she had looked into it and she might have been implicated, she had gotten up and left the room. He was only trying to protect her... "A jewel heist from a museum in Detroit. So far my team and I haven't dug anything up and... I could really use your help."
Keni looked at him for a moment. Heist... Jewels... Detroit. If it weren't so ironic, she'd probably burst out laughing. "This is dangerous ground for me, Frank. If the rings found out I helped..."
"I know. And we'd protect you. You know more about signatures and styles than we could ever imagine. Please Kennedi..."
"I help you, you walk right back out of my life, yes? No trying to get me back, nothing."
"Alright."
Frank stood up to go. He'd made it to the door and had his hand on the knob when he heard "AND you sign divorce papers."
He pushed the door closed and turned back to her. "When hell freezes over, Kennedi DONOVAN."
She fixed a glare on him and balled up her hands on her hips. "You stubborn son of a bitch! Nothing changes with you, does it? No matter what I want, YOU always have to get what YOU want! I WANT THE DIVORCE OR NO DEAL!" Her voice rose to a shout the closer he got to her.
"Goddamn it all... Even when screaming at me you still turn me on." he growled as he closed the short space between them and snatched her into a tight embrace. He bent her back, his lips clamping savagely down on hers in a possessive kiss. His tongue stole past her lips to dance along hers.
Despite her mental resolve to not return the kiss, Keni found herself melting against him and passionately returning the kiss. One hand slid up to his shoulder, a soft moan in her throat as she sucked his tongue sweetly. However, all too soon she found herself pushed back and faced with the back view of Frank Donovan.
"Be at the airport tomorrow morning, 9am." was all he said as he closed the door behind him.
Keni blinked, touching her fingertips to her lips. That... that... that son of a bitch did it again!! In reaction, she scooped up a heavy leaded crystal vase and hurled it at the door.
Frank was leaning against the wall outside of her office trying to catch his breath. Even after the heartache, anger and hatred, she still worked him over pretty good. He could still taste her on his lips, like strawberries. When he heard the explosive crash of the vase on the other side of the door, he scooted down the hallway, looking back over his shoulder. She still had a vile temper and he would have to be careful in dealing with her.
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Original Sin
- Part Seven
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Rating: PG
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A few hours later Donovan stood in Kennedi's office. He looked her over as she stood at the window looking at the snow. She was wearing a pair of black slacks, a red sweater and low heeled boots. She looked good...
"I still remember the first snowfall."
"I've tried to forget it Frank. I've tried to forget so many things about us." She hadn't turned around yet.
Frank let the words hang there. She'd tried to forget... what he wouldn't have given to have her heart back again. She was different than he remembered. Her hair was gone, for one. A shoulder length style taking the place of the waist length waterfall of hair. She'd also changed her surroundings. When he met her, married her, she wasn't the kind of person who surrounded herself with luxury. But now... the items in here, the rich wood furniture and marble tiling led him to believe that this might not be the same person. But instinctually he knew differently.
"Why? Why do you want to forget what we had?"
"Because it's not who I am. Why did you come here Frank? I was happy being away from you." Keni didn't turn around as she spoke. She was hoping that she could inject enough venom into her words to push Frank back. When would he realize everything she was doing was for him... to protect him?
Frank had started to cross the room to her when her words sank in. He backed up a step and drew in a sharp breath. "I need your help."
"MY help?" She finally turned around. NOW she was curious. Slate gray eyes looked out from the part in her hair. Amanda had done an excellent job. The bobbed style she'd given Keni was just above shoulder length in the back and angled towards her jaw so it was long enough in the front to rest just past her collar bone. This way she could still pull it back into a ponytail. "What on earth could you possibly need my help on?"
The acid dripping off of her words slapped him in the face. With a sigh, he took a seat and looked up at her. She was apparently still holding a grudge for the last fight they'd gotten into. The day before he'd left for his assignment, she'd asked him if she could help with anything. Without thinking, he'd smarted off that there was no way he'd ask for her help on this case. Before he could explain that it was a similar theft ring and that if it got out that she had looked into it and she might have been implicated, she had gotten up and left the room. He was only trying to protect her... "A jewel heist from a museum in Detroit. So far my team and I haven't dug anything up and... I could really use your help."
Keni looked at him for a moment. Heist... Jewels... Detroit. If it weren't so ironic, she'd probably burst out laughing. "This is dangerous ground for me, Frank. If the rings found out I helped..."
"I know. And we'd protect you. You know more about signatures and styles than we could ever imagine. Please Kennedi..."
"I help you, you walk right back out of my life, yes? No trying to get me back, nothing."
"Alright."
Frank stood up to go. He'd made it to the door and had his hand on the knob when he heard "AND you sign divorce papers."
He pushed the door closed and turned back to her. "When hell freezes over, Kennedi DONOVAN."
She fixed a glare on him and balled up her hands on her hips. "You stubborn son of a bitch! Nothing changes with you, does it? No matter what I want, YOU always have to get what YOU want! I WANT THE DIVORCE OR NO DEAL!" Her voice rose to a shout the closer he got to her.
"Goddamn it all... Even when screaming at me you still turn me on." he growled as he closed the short space between them and snatched her into a tight embrace. He bent her back, his lips clamping savagely down on hers in a possessive kiss. His tongue stole past her lips to dance along hers.
Despite her mental resolve to not return the kiss, Keni found herself melting against him and passionately returning the kiss. One hand slid up to his shoulder, a soft moan in her throat as she sucked his tongue sweetly. However, all too soon she found herself pushed back and faced with the back view of Frank Donovan.
"Be at the airport tomorrow morning, 9am." was all he said as he closed the door behind him.
Keni blinked, touching her fingertips to her lips. That... that... that son of a bitch did it again!! In reaction, she scooped up a heavy leaded crystal vase and hurled it at the door.
Frank was leaning against the wall outside of her office trying to catch his breath. Even after the heartache, anger and hatred, she still worked him over pretty good. He could still taste her on his lips, like strawberries. When he heard the explosive crash of the vase on the other side of the door, he scooted down the hallway, looking back over his shoulder. She still had a vile temper and he would have to be careful in dealing with her.
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