"Just what the fuck do you think you are doing, Nottingham!?" Her harsh
tone and sharp remarks only ran deeper as she continued.
"If you think something is going to happen between us just because we are going to be stuck her together for another hour or so, that's were your dead wrong."
Ian had widened his stance and lowered his head, adverting any chance of eye contact. Knowing fully that if she did see his eyes, though his face would remain stoic, she would no doubt see the anguish in them. He felt aghast and confounded by her sudden change in attitude. This was unlike her 'normal' abrasive assaults. He knew there was something more, hidden deep within. Yet, Ian was unable to determine what that 'something' was. He had been so deep in thought he didn't hear Sara speaking to him. She had stopped in front of him and jabbed a finger to his chest, capturing his attention.
"Damn it, Nottingham! What are you deaf too? Answer me and stop standing like a damn statue!"
"I would never compromise your honor, Lady Sara. I only wished a simple respite from the rising warmth. I did not realize my…actions were taken offensively. If you wish I will put my clothes back on." Sara could hear the sincerity in Ian's voice. Though without her knowledge it had taken all of his strength to remain calm. In hopes that his words and voice were enough to cloak the pain and anguish that had slowly surfaced, reflected in his eyes.
Sara could not understand why the worst seem to come out of her when ever he was around but she knew that was the best and only way she could keep her distance both physically and mentally. Though she had yet to admit even emotionally. However she could not help but feel a little sorry for him. They were stuck here together, by no fault of his own; the lease she could do is be a sport and gives him his small 'respite'. At lease she was grateful that she wasn't stuck with Irons or Dante. She watches as Nottingham picks up his silk shirt, which was still drenched from his sweat, off the floor and hurriedly putting it back on. With a heavy sigh, and a guilty conscience Sara began to speak.
"Nottingham look…" Ian had stopped dressing but his head remained bowed. With his arms clasp behind his back Ian listened intently. The silk shirt was left sinfully open giving Sara way too much of a distraction to continue on. Imitating Ian's bowed head, Sara averted her eyes, focusing on anything but his body. Clearing her throat Sara continues to speak.
"I've been having a really screwed up day, I'm stuck in an elevator for who knows how long, it's hot and I'm sweating like crazy. I can understand you wanting to get some relief from the heat as well. I'm sure with all that added layers your worst off then I am. So if you want you can stay in your tank top and I won't bitch about it."
"I suppose that would be the closest I would get to an apology from you, Sara. And so I accept your offer."
Ian sneaked a glance from his bowed head. To his surprise Sara had raised an eyebrow and a faint smile could be seen on her face. With a smirk of his own he took off the offensive garment off and started to relax. Sara could see the ghost of a smile form on his lips. Watching him relax in her presence was somewhat reassuring. Knowing even for a brief moment they had both come to a crossroad were they could both be comfortable. Without having to worry about the Witchblade and Kenneth Irons.
~*~
Irons watched the security surveillance of the elevator car from the comforts of his office. It had been hours since he had been informed there had been an electrical malfunction locking all elevator systems. He had been ready to leave sending Ian to retrieve the car when the alarms had gone off leaving him stranded in his office, refusing to walk down the flights of stairs. He had chose to remain behind until Ian returned but that was until he had found out that his servant had been stuck in the elevator car with Sara.
He watched now in silence, unfortunately something had gone wrong with the audio of the security cameras along with everything else. Leaving Irons to guess what the two had been talking about. At first he had been startled to find out that they were stuck together. He knew the Witchblade had wanted to send Sara a vision while she was here, he felt the burning sensation from the mark on his right hand but Sara had refused to acknowledge the blade at the time. And the fact she wished to speak with Ian left him more curious.
But after watching the display of body languages Irons had not been too worried. Sara still held her bitterness towards Ian. That was until Ian decided to make a show of himself by stripping down to his tank top and Sara so blatantly staring. Irons felt the rising lust from Sara as she watched him undress. Irons held his breath waiting to see what was going to occur between the two, then the predictable happened. Sara had grown agitated and lashed out at Ian. Irons leaned back into his chair with a satisfied smirk on his lips, elbows resting on the arms of the chair, and fingers pressed together in front of him. His smirk soon faded when he recognize the small camaraderie that had suddenly form between the two from under his own scrutiny. With a heavy hand, Irons slammed it down onto his glass desk, shaking the contents that lay scattered.
It had bothered Irons that Sara's minute infatuation with his servant had bothered him but now this little act will not be tolerated. Before the night was over Ian will pay for his insolence. Irons mind started to race, figuring out a way to punish his servant when the phone stared to ring. With his secretary gone for the evening, Irons answered the call.
"Kenneth" The same satisfied smile Irons had returned when he heard the voice ring over the line.
"Is everything prepared as planned, Dr. Immo?"
"Yes, Kenneth. But I must express my concern about this one."
"We will have this discussion later. He had proven his worth to me. All that concerns me right now is that this 'one' is ready?" Irons heard the loud sigh on the other end of the line. With a small pause from Dr. Immo, Irons finally heard what he wanted.
"Yes"
"Good have him ready. His presence is needed sooner then I thought." Hanging up on the doctor Irons eyed the monitor and continued to watch the two interact with each other.
"Be weary Ian your retribution and darkness awaits you. But I will give one night with your 'lady' a small respite indeed." Irons spoke out to no one in particular as he observes his two most prized possessions: his servant and the Witchblade. He reached over for the phone once again.
"Security"
"This is Mr. Irons. Tell me the situation with the elevators."
"Yes, Sir. We will have the elevators running in less then 20 minutes, Mr. Irons."
With the phone still cradled in his hand, Irons looked out of the window. The rainstorm he had seen earlier was soon upon them. He was sure that Sara was unwilling to be riding that bike of hers in the rain. Giving him the chance to offer the fair Sara a ride home and reprieve from the nasty rain. Irons smile had widened, in awe of himself that with every situation he would always come out on top.
"Would it be possible to leave one of the elevator cars remain locked while the rest are up and running?"
The security guard eyed the phone in his hand. It was quite a strange request, but this was Kenneth Irons he was talking to. Everything about the man was strange.
"Yes its possible, Sir. Just which elevator car did you have in mind and how long did you want it locked, Sir?
~*~
"If you think something is going to happen between us just because we are going to be stuck her together for another hour or so, that's were your dead wrong."
Ian had widened his stance and lowered his head, adverting any chance of eye contact. Knowing fully that if she did see his eyes, though his face would remain stoic, she would no doubt see the anguish in them. He felt aghast and confounded by her sudden change in attitude. This was unlike her 'normal' abrasive assaults. He knew there was something more, hidden deep within. Yet, Ian was unable to determine what that 'something' was. He had been so deep in thought he didn't hear Sara speaking to him. She had stopped in front of him and jabbed a finger to his chest, capturing his attention.
"Damn it, Nottingham! What are you deaf too? Answer me and stop standing like a damn statue!"
"I would never compromise your honor, Lady Sara. I only wished a simple respite from the rising warmth. I did not realize my…actions were taken offensively. If you wish I will put my clothes back on." Sara could hear the sincerity in Ian's voice. Though without her knowledge it had taken all of his strength to remain calm. In hopes that his words and voice were enough to cloak the pain and anguish that had slowly surfaced, reflected in his eyes.
Sara could not understand why the worst seem to come out of her when ever he was around but she knew that was the best and only way she could keep her distance both physically and mentally. Though she had yet to admit even emotionally. However she could not help but feel a little sorry for him. They were stuck here together, by no fault of his own; the lease she could do is be a sport and gives him his small 'respite'. At lease she was grateful that she wasn't stuck with Irons or Dante. She watches as Nottingham picks up his silk shirt, which was still drenched from his sweat, off the floor and hurriedly putting it back on. With a heavy sigh, and a guilty conscience Sara began to speak.
"Nottingham look…" Ian had stopped dressing but his head remained bowed. With his arms clasp behind his back Ian listened intently. The silk shirt was left sinfully open giving Sara way too much of a distraction to continue on. Imitating Ian's bowed head, Sara averted her eyes, focusing on anything but his body. Clearing her throat Sara continues to speak.
"I've been having a really screwed up day, I'm stuck in an elevator for who knows how long, it's hot and I'm sweating like crazy. I can understand you wanting to get some relief from the heat as well. I'm sure with all that added layers your worst off then I am. So if you want you can stay in your tank top and I won't bitch about it."
"I suppose that would be the closest I would get to an apology from you, Sara. And so I accept your offer."
Ian sneaked a glance from his bowed head. To his surprise Sara had raised an eyebrow and a faint smile could be seen on her face. With a smirk of his own he took off the offensive garment off and started to relax. Sara could see the ghost of a smile form on his lips. Watching him relax in her presence was somewhat reassuring. Knowing even for a brief moment they had both come to a crossroad were they could both be comfortable. Without having to worry about the Witchblade and Kenneth Irons.
~*~
Irons watched the security surveillance of the elevator car from the comforts of his office. It had been hours since he had been informed there had been an electrical malfunction locking all elevator systems. He had been ready to leave sending Ian to retrieve the car when the alarms had gone off leaving him stranded in his office, refusing to walk down the flights of stairs. He had chose to remain behind until Ian returned but that was until he had found out that his servant had been stuck in the elevator car with Sara.
He watched now in silence, unfortunately something had gone wrong with the audio of the security cameras along with everything else. Leaving Irons to guess what the two had been talking about. At first he had been startled to find out that they were stuck together. He knew the Witchblade had wanted to send Sara a vision while she was here, he felt the burning sensation from the mark on his right hand but Sara had refused to acknowledge the blade at the time. And the fact she wished to speak with Ian left him more curious.
But after watching the display of body languages Irons had not been too worried. Sara still held her bitterness towards Ian. That was until Ian decided to make a show of himself by stripping down to his tank top and Sara so blatantly staring. Irons felt the rising lust from Sara as she watched him undress. Irons held his breath waiting to see what was going to occur between the two, then the predictable happened. Sara had grown agitated and lashed out at Ian. Irons leaned back into his chair with a satisfied smirk on his lips, elbows resting on the arms of the chair, and fingers pressed together in front of him. His smirk soon faded when he recognize the small camaraderie that had suddenly form between the two from under his own scrutiny. With a heavy hand, Irons slammed it down onto his glass desk, shaking the contents that lay scattered.
It had bothered Irons that Sara's minute infatuation with his servant had bothered him but now this little act will not be tolerated. Before the night was over Ian will pay for his insolence. Irons mind started to race, figuring out a way to punish his servant when the phone stared to ring. With his secretary gone for the evening, Irons answered the call.
"Kenneth" The same satisfied smile Irons had returned when he heard the voice ring over the line.
"Is everything prepared as planned, Dr. Immo?"
"Yes, Kenneth. But I must express my concern about this one."
"We will have this discussion later. He had proven his worth to me. All that concerns me right now is that this 'one' is ready?" Irons heard the loud sigh on the other end of the line. With a small pause from Dr. Immo, Irons finally heard what he wanted.
"Yes"
"Good have him ready. His presence is needed sooner then I thought." Hanging up on the doctor Irons eyed the monitor and continued to watch the two interact with each other.
"Be weary Ian your retribution and darkness awaits you. But I will give one night with your 'lady' a small respite indeed." Irons spoke out to no one in particular as he observes his two most prized possessions: his servant and the Witchblade. He reached over for the phone once again.
"Security"
"This is Mr. Irons. Tell me the situation with the elevators."
"Yes, Sir. We will have the elevators running in less then 20 minutes, Mr. Irons."
With the phone still cradled in his hand, Irons looked out of the window. The rainstorm he had seen earlier was soon upon them. He was sure that Sara was unwilling to be riding that bike of hers in the rain. Giving him the chance to offer the fair Sara a ride home and reprieve from the nasty rain. Irons smile had widened, in awe of himself that with every situation he would always come out on top.
"Would it be possible to leave one of the elevator cars remain locked while the rest are up and running?"
The security guard eyed the phone in his hand. It was quite a strange request, but this was Kenneth Irons he was talking to. Everything about the man was strange.
"Yes its possible, Sir. Just which elevator car did you have in mind and how long did you want it locked, Sir?
~*~