This is s little story I've been working on for a while now. It started in
the middle, and I wrote about 20 pages before I even started with the
beginning. Didn't want to post it without a beginning, but I was stuck as
to how I should go about it until now. So, here it is. About 3 months after
I wrote the middle. Yay!
Based off of that Nicholas Cage movie, what, 'Family Man', or something. Irvy wakes up next to the person he least expects, in a life the same as his own, but ultimately better.
Enjoy the (almost) plot - it'll probably never happen again!
** ~ **
Irvine pushed his way through the crowded room, smoky air stinging at the corners of his eyes. They skimmed through the room with the skill only practice brings, striking out the potential victims of the night.
With an almost predatory grin, Irvine stalked over to a particularly good- looking woman with long auburn hair. He sat on the bar stool next to her and looked over with a grin.
"Howdy, my lady."
She glanced over and looked him over. "Hi there. Partner."
Irvine chuckled, wrapping his hand around one of hers. "Can I get you a drink?"
She grinned. "Sure."
Raising a hand to the bartender, Irvine realized he didn't know what to order. As he turned to ask the girl, she answered.
"Red wine, please."
Irvine raised an eyebrow at her seeming-mind reading talent, then softened his look. "Classy."
"Only a little ." she grinned, turning to face her hands propped up in front of her, but eyes rolling to glance flirtatiously at Irvine.
He asked the scruffy surly man tending the bar for two moderately priced glasses of red wine. Turning the stool to face his new friend, Irvine asked, "So, what are you doing here? Doesn't seem to be your kind of place." he fingered the strap of her beaded black dress, somehow managing to be seductive and polite.
"I am here to get a drink with a nice young man. Possibly a cowboy a bit too young to be in a place like this."
Irvine was a bit surprised - no one had ever guessed that he was underage in this place before. He had to be more careful.
"Are you implying something?" he asked lightly, twirling the stem of the wine glass between his fingers.
"No. Not at all. Just ignore that last statement, would you, please?" she giggled, bringing the wide lip of the glass to her mouth.
Irvine took a sip of his own drink, relishing the taste of the bittersweet wine gliding down his throat. He set his glass down and reached a gentle hand to play with a strand of the woman's long hair. It sparkled a rich ruddy brown in the dim light. "You have beautiful hair."
"Thank you," she answered, turning to face the flirt.
Irvine was instantly drawn to her eyes. They were a rich, multi-layered shade of gray. Patterns of blue played across them as she smiled and blushed, turning her head shyly to the side.
"I - I'm so sorry!" Irvine stammered. "Your eyes remind me . of ." he trailed off. He wrapped his hand around the girl's cheek, turning her to face him again. "Beautiful ." he repeated as he leaned down to meet her mouth with his own.
She kissed him eagerly, letting him dominate her mouth fully. Irvine's free hand tangled in the girl's hair, winding the silky strands through his fingers. She leaned into his embrace before pulling back for air.
Meeting Irvine's eyes, she blushed and looked down. She wrapped one hand around the cowboy's knee, stroking with her thumb. With a grin, Irvine raised his glass in a toast to her, drinking deep. She followed suit.
The two finished their wine eventually. Neither talked, they just stared at the other. The lust between them grew and Irvine brought up the fact that he had a particularly good bottle of wine at home that he was saving for a pretty lady of just her sort.
She looked up at him, cheeks flushed. "Sounds splendid."
"It does," Irvine said, leaping from the barstool and placing a small pile of Gil on the counter. He offered the girl his arm and they left, pushing through the dense crowd of people not so lucky as Irvine, whom had had no trouble in picking someone up for the night.
He led the woman down the streets to his house. She clung to him, sharing in his warmth. Concerned, Irvine shrugged out of his coat and flung it over her shoulders. She kissed him lightly and ran her arms through the sleeves gratefully.
Hands in the deep pockets of Irvine's coat and arm rewrapped around his, the girl followed Irvine's lead to his doorway.
Irvine first poked his head inside. The living room was dark.
"Perfect ." he said, opening the door to allow the woman entrance.
"What is?"
Leaning to whisper in her ear as he slid the coat from her shoulders, Irvine answered, "Everything. You. Tonight . And my roommates aren't up anymore," he added with a grin.
"Oh," the woman breathed. "Is that it ."
Irvine nipped at the nape of his date's neck, "Just about." His hands wrapped eagerly around her slim frame, practically covering the span of her ribcage with his stretched appendages. She leaned up into his taller frame, pressing her body fully the length of his.
Irvine moved his hands to cup under her breasts. A purr escaped her throat as the cowboy's hands kneaded. She wrapped her own hands at the hemline of Irvine's soft purple tank, tugging the tight fabric up over his long chest and broad shoulders. The shirt was discarded carelessly behind his back.
"Mmm . nice, uh ." Irvine slipped his hands up to the soft skin of her exposed bosom. "I'm afraid I don't know your name, Missy?" He stated it as a question in demand of an answer.
Coyly, the woman shook her head, auburn hair floating in a fluid wave, and grinned. She moved her hands to stroke her breasts wantonly, tugging at her neckline to expose more pale skin. "Is it really all that important, Cowboy?"
A predatory grin crossed Irvine's face. "Not too much, no." He leaned to kiss and nip at her breast as she continued to pull her dress and push-up bra down. The bare edge of her nipple was soon engulfed by Irvine's mouth. He pushed the girl back against the door, hands holding her in place at her round hips.
"Yes, Cowboy. Oh . I want you ." Her voice was low and ravenous, echoing through the room and in Irvine's head.
It repeated, turning sour between his ears.
Irvine quickly shoved the thought away, stroking the girl's chest, yanking the fabric down until he was holding both breasts, squeezing and kissing, trying to get back the raw urgency of sex he had felt moments before.
The woman scraped her nails down his back, trailing down into his pants. He wore no underwear, as she found out.
Irvine reached behind her to unzip her dress. He felt the skin of her back tight across her delicate shoulder blades, jutting back to meet his touch. She purred again, breathing in his ear, "More, Cowboy. More, please."
If her voice was just a bit deeper .
Irvine, urgent to feel the rush of adrenaline he always felt the moments before sex. The hitched breath, the tightness in his loins. The moment his brain clicked off and penis took over.
It wasn't taking over.
Fuck, it wasn't even doing its simple engorge-with-blood duties.
Urgent and a little freaked out, Irvine ripped the girl's zipper down, pulling her to the floor as he did so. He quickly hitched her skirt up as he tore the top part down to crumple at her waist. His hands dove up over her thighs, brushing aggressive fingertips against the lace of her panties.
She leaned her head back, moaning seductively. She pressed the heels of her palms hard into the floor, grinding them into the wood. Her hips bucked to meet Irvine's touch.
And still nothing was working.
Nothing was right.
"Fuck," Irvine said under his breath. His hands stopped their war with the black lace. He pulled them back to rest on his own lap and swore again, louder.
The girl sat, unafraid and unfazed as he threw his fist into the door, inches from her head. Irvine glared at her; she merely blinked.
"What's wrong?" Irvine asked her. Again, though this time with more urgency, "What is wrong? You? Is it me? What the fuck is going on, huh?"
"What the fuck!" he hollered as he stood up. He stalked across the room to the couch and hurled a loose pillow toward the wall. It hit with a soft 'poof' and slid absently to the floor. Irvine growled, letting the sound rumble around the room.
He turned back to the girl, sitting still in her metaphysical bubble of calm, and begged, "Why now? What the hell is different tonight?"
She shrugged, naked breasts twitching with the movement. "Maybe I'm not your type?"
"No. No!"
Irvine continued stalking the room. Each time he paced to the girl, he would hit the wall over her head and turn sharply on his heel. He started talking, or verbally thinking, to no one in particular. He gesticulated wildly.
"What happened? Why now? Never happened any other fucking time! Damnit! Hyne damn it all! What'd I do to deserve - no, no, what didn't I do - to deserve this?" He turned to the girl on his floor. She looked up at him with her stormy eyes.
"Damn it, don't look at me! Fuck!" Irvine blurted.
"You know, Cowboy - they make pills for that ."
"No! You don't know what I mean, here! I haven't felt . anything . in ages! No rush, no feeling, just empty fucking and no phone calls the morning after. Damn sucky way to go about all your nights, lemme tell you, Missy. I screwed up somewhere, and now . I'm . I'm not me!"
She raised one questioning eyebrow. "You are sex?"
"You best believe," Irvine said, voice low and weary. "Do you know what I did?" he asked softly, looking up with tired violet eyes flashing through soft lashes.
The woman shook her head. "No. But I'm not the person you should be asking there, Cowboy. And you know it."
"Damn."
She crawled over to Irvine, kneeling in front of him. Her eyes grazed his, but he could not look at them. He focused instead on her breastbone, feeling hollow as he watched her demurely tuck her breasts back into their proper cups. A well-practiced yank brought her dress back into place; she even managed to pull her zipper up in the back.
Irvine never looked at her. She took his hint well and did not touch him as she stood to leave.
She paused at the door. As she turned the knob and started out to the hall, ahs said, in a soft voice barely louder than a whisper, "I wish you find what is bothering you. I wish you will know how to get your life on the track it should be on."
Irvine looked down at the floor, hearing the soft squeaks of the hinges as the door closed behind his would-be lover. "So do I."
Based off of that Nicholas Cage movie, what, 'Family Man', or something. Irvy wakes up next to the person he least expects, in a life the same as his own, but ultimately better.
Enjoy the (almost) plot - it'll probably never happen again!
** ~ **
Irvine pushed his way through the crowded room, smoky air stinging at the corners of his eyes. They skimmed through the room with the skill only practice brings, striking out the potential victims of the night.
With an almost predatory grin, Irvine stalked over to a particularly good- looking woman with long auburn hair. He sat on the bar stool next to her and looked over with a grin.
"Howdy, my lady."
She glanced over and looked him over. "Hi there. Partner."
Irvine chuckled, wrapping his hand around one of hers. "Can I get you a drink?"
She grinned. "Sure."
Raising a hand to the bartender, Irvine realized he didn't know what to order. As he turned to ask the girl, she answered.
"Red wine, please."
Irvine raised an eyebrow at her seeming-mind reading talent, then softened his look. "Classy."
"Only a little ." she grinned, turning to face her hands propped up in front of her, but eyes rolling to glance flirtatiously at Irvine.
He asked the scruffy surly man tending the bar for two moderately priced glasses of red wine. Turning the stool to face his new friend, Irvine asked, "So, what are you doing here? Doesn't seem to be your kind of place." he fingered the strap of her beaded black dress, somehow managing to be seductive and polite.
"I am here to get a drink with a nice young man. Possibly a cowboy a bit too young to be in a place like this."
Irvine was a bit surprised - no one had ever guessed that he was underage in this place before. He had to be more careful.
"Are you implying something?" he asked lightly, twirling the stem of the wine glass between his fingers.
"No. Not at all. Just ignore that last statement, would you, please?" she giggled, bringing the wide lip of the glass to her mouth.
Irvine took a sip of his own drink, relishing the taste of the bittersweet wine gliding down his throat. He set his glass down and reached a gentle hand to play with a strand of the woman's long hair. It sparkled a rich ruddy brown in the dim light. "You have beautiful hair."
"Thank you," she answered, turning to face the flirt.
Irvine was instantly drawn to her eyes. They were a rich, multi-layered shade of gray. Patterns of blue played across them as she smiled and blushed, turning her head shyly to the side.
"I - I'm so sorry!" Irvine stammered. "Your eyes remind me . of ." he trailed off. He wrapped his hand around the girl's cheek, turning her to face him again. "Beautiful ." he repeated as he leaned down to meet her mouth with his own.
She kissed him eagerly, letting him dominate her mouth fully. Irvine's free hand tangled in the girl's hair, winding the silky strands through his fingers. She leaned into his embrace before pulling back for air.
Meeting Irvine's eyes, she blushed and looked down. She wrapped one hand around the cowboy's knee, stroking with her thumb. With a grin, Irvine raised his glass in a toast to her, drinking deep. She followed suit.
The two finished their wine eventually. Neither talked, they just stared at the other. The lust between them grew and Irvine brought up the fact that he had a particularly good bottle of wine at home that he was saving for a pretty lady of just her sort.
She looked up at him, cheeks flushed. "Sounds splendid."
"It does," Irvine said, leaping from the barstool and placing a small pile of Gil on the counter. He offered the girl his arm and they left, pushing through the dense crowd of people not so lucky as Irvine, whom had had no trouble in picking someone up for the night.
He led the woman down the streets to his house. She clung to him, sharing in his warmth. Concerned, Irvine shrugged out of his coat and flung it over her shoulders. She kissed him lightly and ran her arms through the sleeves gratefully.
Hands in the deep pockets of Irvine's coat and arm rewrapped around his, the girl followed Irvine's lead to his doorway.
Irvine first poked his head inside. The living room was dark.
"Perfect ." he said, opening the door to allow the woman entrance.
"What is?"
Leaning to whisper in her ear as he slid the coat from her shoulders, Irvine answered, "Everything. You. Tonight . And my roommates aren't up anymore," he added with a grin.
"Oh," the woman breathed. "Is that it ."
Irvine nipped at the nape of his date's neck, "Just about." His hands wrapped eagerly around her slim frame, practically covering the span of her ribcage with his stretched appendages. She leaned up into his taller frame, pressing her body fully the length of his.
Irvine moved his hands to cup under her breasts. A purr escaped her throat as the cowboy's hands kneaded. She wrapped her own hands at the hemline of Irvine's soft purple tank, tugging the tight fabric up over his long chest and broad shoulders. The shirt was discarded carelessly behind his back.
"Mmm . nice, uh ." Irvine slipped his hands up to the soft skin of her exposed bosom. "I'm afraid I don't know your name, Missy?" He stated it as a question in demand of an answer.
Coyly, the woman shook her head, auburn hair floating in a fluid wave, and grinned. She moved her hands to stroke her breasts wantonly, tugging at her neckline to expose more pale skin. "Is it really all that important, Cowboy?"
A predatory grin crossed Irvine's face. "Not too much, no." He leaned to kiss and nip at her breast as she continued to pull her dress and push-up bra down. The bare edge of her nipple was soon engulfed by Irvine's mouth. He pushed the girl back against the door, hands holding her in place at her round hips.
"Yes, Cowboy. Oh . I want you ." Her voice was low and ravenous, echoing through the room and in Irvine's head.
It repeated, turning sour between his ears.
Irvine quickly shoved the thought away, stroking the girl's chest, yanking the fabric down until he was holding both breasts, squeezing and kissing, trying to get back the raw urgency of sex he had felt moments before.
The woman scraped her nails down his back, trailing down into his pants. He wore no underwear, as she found out.
Irvine reached behind her to unzip her dress. He felt the skin of her back tight across her delicate shoulder blades, jutting back to meet his touch. She purred again, breathing in his ear, "More, Cowboy. More, please."
If her voice was just a bit deeper .
Irvine, urgent to feel the rush of adrenaline he always felt the moments before sex. The hitched breath, the tightness in his loins. The moment his brain clicked off and penis took over.
It wasn't taking over.
Fuck, it wasn't even doing its simple engorge-with-blood duties.
Urgent and a little freaked out, Irvine ripped the girl's zipper down, pulling her to the floor as he did so. He quickly hitched her skirt up as he tore the top part down to crumple at her waist. His hands dove up over her thighs, brushing aggressive fingertips against the lace of her panties.
She leaned her head back, moaning seductively. She pressed the heels of her palms hard into the floor, grinding them into the wood. Her hips bucked to meet Irvine's touch.
And still nothing was working.
Nothing was right.
"Fuck," Irvine said under his breath. His hands stopped their war with the black lace. He pulled them back to rest on his own lap and swore again, louder.
The girl sat, unafraid and unfazed as he threw his fist into the door, inches from her head. Irvine glared at her; she merely blinked.
"What's wrong?" Irvine asked her. Again, though this time with more urgency, "What is wrong? You? Is it me? What the fuck is going on, huh?"
"What the fuck!" he hollered as he stood up. He stalked across the room to the couch and hurled a loose pillow toward the wall. It hit with a soft 'poof' and slid absently to the floor. Irvine growled, letting the sound rumble around the room.
He turned back to the girl, sitting still in her metaphysical bubble of calm, and begged, "Why now? What the hell is different tonight?"
She shrugged, naked breasts twitching with the movement. "Maybe I'm not your type?"
"No. No!"
Irvine continued stalking the room. Each time he paced to the girl, he would hit the wall over her head and turn sharply on his heel. He started talking, or verbally thinking, to no one in particular. He gesticulated wildly.
"What happened? Why now? Never happened any other fucking time! Damnit! Hyne damn it all! What'd I do to deserve - no, no, what didn't I do - to deserve this?" He turned to the girl on his floor. She looked up at him with her stormy eyes.
"Damn it, don't look at me! Fuck!" Irvine blurted.
"You know, Cowboy - they make pills for that ."
"No! You don't know what I mean, here! I haven't felt . anything . in ages! No rush, no feeling, just empty fucking and no phone calls the morning after. Damn sucky way to go about all your nights, lemme tell you, Missy. I screwed up somewhere, and now . I'm . I'm not me!"
She raised one questioning eyebrow. "You are sex?"
"You best believe," Irvine said, voice low and weary. "Do you know what I did?" he asked softly, looking up with tired violet eyes flashing through soft lashes.
The woman shook her head. "No. But I'm not the person you should be asking there, Cowboy. And you know it."
"Damn."
She crawled over to Irvine, kneeling in front of him. Her eyes grazed his, but he could not look at them. He focused instead on her breastbone, feeling hollow as he watched her demurely tuck her breasts back into their proper cups. A well-practiced yank brought her dress back into place; she even managed to pull her zipper up in the back.
Irvine never looked at her. She took his hint well and did not touch him as she stood to leave.
She paused at the door. As she turned the knob and started out to the hall, ahs said, in a soft voice barely louder than a whisper, "I wish you find what is bothering you. I wish you will know how to get your life on the track it should be on."
Irvine looked down at the floor, hearing the soft squeaks of the hinges as the door closed behind his would-be lover. "So do I."
