Hellloooo!
Verea Fornnan YES PLZ SEND! I would LOVE to have those things to be able to better describe my poor character's Judo skills!
Ah yes, you see, I'm in France at the moment and I can't find a bloody English book anywhere around here! (I'm French but I live in Asia) So I can't buy the other Janet Evanovich books. I really want to though, been searching for them for, like, AGES!
Anyway, gotta go write next chappie, hope you like this one!
PS: How old are you?
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The next day I spend my whole day unpacking and cleaning around, humming lightly.
A knock startles me and I look up at the clock, eyes widening at the time.
It's already 4! Yow!
I stumble to the door and open it without looking through the peephole.
Dan stands there, a pizza in one hand and cokes in another.
He looks hot as ever, dark brown hair needing a slight cut, white shirt half open and tight jeans showing off his cute butt.
"Whoa! Looks like you just stepped through one of Indiana Jone's movies gal." He tells me cheerfully, pushing past me and putting the pizza on the little coffee table.
Groaning, I go to the bathroom and scream.
My poor orange hair are all peppered with dust and small cobwebs, ewww, my face is sticky and my hands…it's best not I mention them.
(A/N: Verea, I know you like descriptions but this would have made you puke!)
Quickly cleaning my hair, I wrap a towel around them, wash my face and hands and run back to the kitchen, finding Dan sitting casually, his hair messed up and a can of coke hanging loosely from his fingers.
"Sorry I took so long." I apologize, grimacing and letting myself fall down on the hard wooden chair.
"That's alright." He whispers, eyes not leaving me.
Opening the box uneasily, I smell the delicious mushroom and green pepper pizza.
"I thought you were at the station." I state casually, remembering he was also charged for escaping quite a few times.
"I was. They let me go." He says, taking a swig of his can.
We eat in comfortable silence and as I put the boxes and cans in the trash, I feel Dan come up from behind and kiss me on the shoulder.
"Hey." I whisper, turning to look at him.
"How long's it been?" He asks, grinning wolfishly down at me.
"Oooh…"I bite my lip saucily. "Way, like, decades ago." I can't finish he already has his mouth on mine, his tongue prying my lips open and probing my teeth.
We part, gasping for breath.
"Stopping already?" I whine, my hands going up and down his front.
He carries me to my new room; putting me gently on the bed I made this morning and eases himself on top of me, kissing the base of my neck.
I moan and undo his shirt, practically ripping it off him.
"In a hurry my dear?" He whispers, laughing.
Kissing him, I suck his tongue into my mouth and he groans.
"You always knew how to kiss." He breathes but I shut him up quickly enough with another kiss.
He wriggles me out of my day's clothes and kisses his way down to my soaked black panties.
"How did you get here Nell?" He asks, momentarily stopping from his task.
"You have GOT to be crazy to talk about this at a moment like this!" I shout, taking his arms and hauling him onto me, grinding my hips into him, making him moan.
His pants are quickly discarded and he teases me, his head at the base of my core.
"God Dan! Now, please." I beg, feeling myself come.
He goes in slowly, gently, god, irritatingly and torturing slowly!
Taking it no longer I arch my back and he gasps as he enters me to the hilt.
Our bodies mix, moving in rhythm and our orgasms sending us gasping for breath.
We fall asleep in each other's arms and I wake up to feel Dan's fingers trace the contours of my jaw.
"Mornin'" I mutter, burying my nose in his chest and sighting happily.
"Hey love." He whispers, kissing my cheek gently.
I get up, stretch, yawn, smile at him, remembering what a great night I just had and we both go to shower in my new bathroom, using this as another opportunity to have our hands all over each other.
Pretty soon though the water turns cold and we jump out.
Dan takes his usual two minutes to dry himself and dress while I take my time, applying hair color to put them back to my normal black.
"I have to go do some work love, see you maybe later?" He asks, kissing me lightly on the lips.
I nod and start shaving my legs, hearing the door close.
Once all this finished, I cream my face; moisturize my whole body and sit, waiting for my hair to finish, reading through a sappy book.
After what seems like hours, I rinse off and examine my raven black hair, reflecting a kind of cool blue.
I put my usual black lipstick, kohl and mascara before stepping out of the bathroom and putting on black jeans with a white short cut tank top.
I don my vest and put my gun under it, making sure to put my safety knife on my ankle.
This knife, Grandma gave to me, a monk blessed it and it apparently can kill a vampire.
I don't know if it works but it sure as hell looks good!
Walking out of my apartment is hard, seeing how I moved every single item in the room yesterday and they lay, on the ground forgotten.
Vinnie had given me two days off to get in so I finish my morning by putting everything away and passing a mop.
All this done, being seriously sick of anything even relating cleaning I almost run out and walk to the office, which is actually now just a few minutes walk!
Well, since I'm kind of jogging, I decide to stop at the bakery for donuts for the girls and order myself three éclairs, chocolate bread and a small bag of stringy gummy bears.
I walk into the office and immediately Lula sniffs the air delightedly.
"FOOD!" She squeaks, jumping to me, hugging me hard and taking the box away.
I sit down and take my breakfast out, making Lula and Connie stare.
"WHAT!" I ask, annoyed.
They shake their heads and look to the door, the stunned expression still stuck on their faces.
I look over my shoulder and see Ranger coming in.
His hair are slicked back into a low pony tail, his black shirt seems to have been melted onto him and he wears casual black pants with all his guns visible.
Connie hands him the FTA's almost automatically, visibly drooling and Lula fans herself behind his back.
"Ranger?" Vinnie yells from his office.
The door opens to show Vinnie's weasel, cheesy white form.
"Take Rachel here to go on the Cooper guy, I need to know if she can handle herself. " He says, visibly annoyed.
Ranger's eyebrow shoots up and I stare at Vinnie, disgusted.
Sighting, Ranger nods and Vinnie quickly goes back into his office.
"What the fuck for Vinnie? You'll only wank off, what do you care?" I mutter, taking my gun out and checking it.
Ranger's eyebrow goes even higher than last time and I roll my eyes so well, Stephanie would have been proud.
Shaking his head slightly, we walk to his car and whiz through town.
"Do you mind if I check your ability to shoot?" He asks but I'm sure he's not really asking so I shrug.
Hopefully he'd think I was bad and let me go back with Lula and Connie before they ate all my éclairs.
We stop at a shooting park…place…I don't know how to call this!
Ranger walks in without waiting for me and I follow meekly, massaging my brow, feeling a slight headache come.
A scream interrupts my thoughts and I stop, looking around wildly.
It sounded far. Hmm. Grandma had said I should start hearing better just around now so… I walk to a dark alley and make my way cautiously into it, taking m puny gun out.
I almost gasp when I see a vampire feeding on a young woman.
Seeing red, I take my blessed knife out and run to the man, screaming angrily.
He is so surprised that I have time to sink my blade into his heart.
At first he only smiles, licking his bloody lips then his eyes widen and white light erupts from his chest, changing him into dust before my eyes.
The only thing now is that I have a dead woman's body in front of me with no idea what to do. Thrusting the knife in my small bag, I run back to the building and look around wildly for Ranger, shakes starting to take me over.
"Hey Ranger?" I call, hearing my voice quiver.
He turns from the counter where he had been talking with a mountain of a guy and walks over to me wordlessly.
"There's a dead woman in the alley." I point and follow him back in there.
He bends down and checks her pulse.
"Did you see what happened?" He asks, looking at me in the eye.
"No." I answer, turning around and running off, the bloody and dusty knife still in my bag.
I stop in a small bar not far off and order a tight vodka.
The barman seems a bit dangerous but with what I just did and saw I don't care.
Slumping down onto one of the bar seats, I down my drink in one long gulp, barely gasping as the searing liquid makes it's way down my throat.
I guess I owe my dad that.
A warm hand on my arm startles me and Ranger takes away the second shot I had ordered before sitting next to me.
I blink back tears and close my eyes, turning my face away from him, feeling a stray tear, slowly make it's way down.
I quickly wipe it but keep my eyes closed.
"Hey Ranger?" I whisper. I feel him shift.
"Yes."
"Thanks."
And I feel myself slide off the seat, unconscious.
When I wake up I am in Ranger's car and he is just climbing in.
"I'll do the Cooper case alone if you want." He says quietly.
I nod gratefully and manage a weak smile.
"Hey! Nobody said this job was easy." I tell him trying to sound cheerful, not talking entirely of the same job.
Ranger only nods.
He drops me off at the office and soon zooms out with his hot ride.
I open the door to find Steph on the sofa, eating a donut.
"Hello there!" I call, and all three girls smile.
"Had a good ride with Batman?" Lula asks, curious as ever.
"No. I found a dead woman in an alley." I tell them truthfully, feeling my throat squeeze.
Steph freezes and Lula sights.
"It's nothing." I assure them, plopping down onto the sofa next to Steph.
"Hey, I have a few shoes and clothes I don't fit in anymore. Wanna go and try?" She asks me, already pulling me up.
(A/N: The story of my life. sight)
I nod and we go out, calling goodbyes to the girls.
Steph and I jump into her lime green SUV and we drive to Morelli's house.
"I never came back so early but I doesn't matter, Morelli will only be home in a couple hours."
Just as she says this though, we pull in to find Morelli's truck and Dan's own battered Ford.
We raise our eyebrows at each other and walk in quietly, hearing whispers.
Steph opens the door and we stay, in shock, eyes bulging.
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Hehe, stopped just at the right time right? Thanks for reading this and I wish you people a VERY good day or evening!