Well, I'm getting back into a groove. Unfortunately, my job puts a bit of a crimp in things...Anyway, you're going to see some changes in the behavior of some characters...

As always, I have no official connection or claim to Witchblade.
BTW- Conchobar's alive. I needed the character. I'm sorry for those of you who don't like him.
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"This was a bad idea," Sara Pezzini announced as she walked into the club.
"Oh, get over it. You know you don't get out enough. 'Sides, we didn't have to pay for the tickets," Adrienne countered good naturedly.
"That's 'cause Gabe's goofy about you."
"Granted. But it doesn't change the fact that the tickets were free. Or that the cute guitarist is checkin' you out."
"Wha?!" Sara exclaimed, confused. Adrienne let out an exasperated sight.
"At your 12. Good looking, rakish blond fella tuning his guitar. Sara, don't stare! Anyway, his jaw dropped about a foot and his eyes practically popped out of his head when you walked in."
"Oh. Right." Sara's voice dripped with sarcasm. Adrienne rolled her eyes in response.
"Do you seriously not notice that men drool over you? I mean, just take your partner."
"Jake?!" Sara asked in disbelief.
"Oh my. I don't know how you can function in society without noticing these things." She sighed again. "Why don't you find us someplace to sit, I'll go grab a couple of beers.'
"Yeah, okay." Taking advantage of her sister's preoccupation, Adrienne took the opportunity to corner Ian Nottingham for a quick chat. No sooner had she and Sara entered the club than Adrienne noticed Ian skulking in the shadows; it didn't surprise her.

Ian saw Adrienne walking towards him. Unfortunately for Ian, he didn't see her coming; he actually had no clue as to what she was up to.
"Hey lover. And what brings you to this neck of the woods? Not your usual venue." Whatever understanding that had existed between them had dissolved when Ian stumbled on her casting. Adrienne was all flirt, coming off as a vamp even clad in grey cargo pants and her combat boots. (Of course, the curve-hugging scoop neck black tank she wore helper her cause, as did a gothic crystal choker and some tastefully smoky eye make up.) As she spoke, Adrienne dragged a teasing finger down the side of Ian's face, all the way down his neck and chest.
Ian grabbed her wrist and held it in an iron fist as he turned Adrienne so she was pinned to the wall.
"Ooooh, so you like it rough," Adrienne crooned. Ian's face was only a few centimeters from her own.
"What are you doing to me, witch?" Ian hissed menacingly.
"I'm giving you what you want," Adrienne replied simply. Her answer stunned Ian for a moment, as he processed the words. He looked at her, hints of anger and confusion in his expression.
"What? You can't. You can't even know... what are -
"I can, and I do, and I've already begun." Ian still had Adrienne pressed firmly against the wall. To any casual onlooker they would have appeared an amorous couple. "My hand's falling asleep," Adrienne complained. Ian moved his hand from her wrist to grasp her upper arm. "Ow!" she exclaimed, more out of annoyance than pain. Then she looked at Ian and smiled broadly. "Don't you know what it is you want most, Ian Nottingham? Or is it buried so deep in your mind that you can only guess?"
Physically, Ian may have had the upper hand, but Adrienne was in total control of the situation. She took one knee and rubbed it slowly against the outside of Nottingham's long leg. She continued to command his gaze, her eyes sparkling as she ran her tongue suggestively over her bottom lip. "What do you want, Nottingham?" she taunted softly, "What do you want?" Moving her face a breath closer to his, "Do you want me?" she whispered, "You want to take me right here, don't you? Right now."
Trouble was, he did. Ian couldn't form a single coherent thought. He was however, intensely aware of the silky skin of the woman he held, of the heat radiating from her, of her heart thumping against his chest. Maddening, her voice lingered in his mind as he felt the delicate warmth of her breath on his neck. Adrienne continued to tease. "So, what now, big boy? Ya gonna kill me? Huh? Ravish me, maybe?" she laughed, and that was too much for Ian.
He closed the narrow gap between their lips and kissed Adrienne savagely. One powerful arm pinned her arm to her side and came up so that a gloved hand steadied Adrienne's head from the back. Ian's other hand held a death grip on the shoulder of her other arm. She didn't pull away, didn't resist; instead Adrienne deepened Ian's rough kiss, delightedly tutoring her aggressive suitor with her deft lips and tongue.
By the time Ian drew away, breathless, Adrienne had brought her free hand up to Ian's face, cradling his cheek and stroking his hair. "It's good, isn't it? To get what you want? To understand it, to take it?" Adrienne whispered her query to a slightly dazed Ian.
"What have you done?" he whispered hoarsely, looking at Adrienne as though she had crossed some unspoken rule.
"I woke you up," Adrienne answered cryptically. She wound both her arms around Ian's neck; pulled out the band that held his hair back. The dark curls fell haphazardly about his unreadable face. Drawing one hand back, Adrienne combed her fingers through Ian's hair, then gently caressed his face. This time it was Adrienne who proffered a kiss- as Ian's had been rough, hers was soft; full, gentle, tender. It lingered on Ian's mouth, and in his mind, even after Adrienne had slipped away.