Hey Verea! What nationality are you? I've been meaning to ask but kept forgetting each time!
I know a little of Spanish and if you want I could teach you a couple words! (Maybe even a swearword or two! Hehe) and in exchange you could hand me a few ideas for future chappies!
Thanks everyone for all the reviews, (ssniiiff) its really nice and I wish ya'll have a good time reading!
DISCLAIMER: I did not copy the work line. I came up with it after fifteen minutes of searching. Thank you.
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Ranger dips his head and kisses his way down, hands caressing along.
His fingers reach my soaked thong and we both groan, me because of his fingers and him because of my wetness.
"These better not have been your favorites." He whispers hoarsely, ridding me of my thong and plunging his finger deep in me.
I gasp and moan, never having felt so good before.
Ranger's finger goes in and out slowly at first then faster and faster until I have to stop him and tug on his strong arms for him to come back on top of me.
"Are you sure?" He asks, hesitating, his manhood inches from my core.
"If I wasn't we wouldn't be in this position." I answer lovingly, kissing him softly.
He enters me gently, hushing my moans with a passionate kiss.
We speed up the pace and soon he thrusts into me, crying out my name as I moan and gasp in pleasure, feeling both of us come to the edge.
Finally, we part, panting and holding each other, lovingly.
I fall asleep soon after, sighting happily, his warmth at my back, one of his arms slung over my waist.
I wake up feeling better than ever and to find Ranger asleep next to me, his features smooth of any emotion and I think I fall in love with him right there.
My hand makes its way lovingly over his soft face, brushing away his long hair.
His eyes flutter open and he smiles at me, not even looking asleep. How does he do that?
Ranger chuckles and kisses me lightly on the lips before getting up and heading for the shower.
I bounce off the bed and run after him; looping my arms around him and being practically dragged behind, his steps ten times mine at least...at least.
In the shower, Ranger insists to wash me which results in us fooling around again and only coming out half an hour later.
He dresses in minus five minutes while I'm still with my towel wrapped tightly around myself.
"Gotta go to work. See you tonight?" He kisses my shoulder.
"Yep." I turn to him, kiss him lightly on the lips and push him out of the bathroom for me to get myself ready to work my morning magic...I always look like shit when I wake up unfortunately...
Half an hour later I am shaved, lotioned, have my hair brushed back into a ponytail and I picked out dark shorts and a gray tank top.
I watch TV for a while, eat a sub and finally decide to go work.
My glove back on, I take my bag and head out, smiling.
When I go in the office, I find Connie and Lula fixedly staring at Vinnie's door and Steph looking through some files.
"Yo." I greet, putting down the box of donuts.
No reaction...hmm...either the president of some country decided to visit or Ranger and some of his men are in there.
I would guess it's the latter but since I know nothing, I shrug and poke Steph.
"How're you?"
She smiles and hands me a few files.
"Ranger told me to give these to you."
I raise my eyebrow and look down, immediately greeted by a small note.
These are the other kind of skips we need to get. I think you can handle these young ones.
I grimace and take the pictures out, putting the young people's face in my mind's library for further use.
The door opens but I keep my attention on my folder, finding quite a few interesting things in it.
Ranger comes out, takes a file from the desk and mentions for me to follow him.
Smiling a small bye to the girls, I walk out, nose still in the folder.
"Maria doesn't want to go to the safe house." Ranger says, clearly exasperated.
"I'll talk to her." I smile tenderly at him, seeing him smile in return. "We'll go out tonight and have girl talk."
"Out?" Ranger frowns.
"Girl talk, contrary to your beliefs is not done in some apartment." I laugh, stand on tiptoes and proceed to kissing the living daylights out of him.
I pull back a few minutes later, slightly flushed and walk away, grinning.
Once in my apartment, I dial Maria's number which I got the other night and wait, singing along with the radio that's going full blast in the kitchen.
"Hello?"
"Maria! It's Nell."
"HEY! How are you?"
"Fine, you? Want to go to the club with me tonight?"
"What! Are you kidding? Holy shit! YES! When?"
I chuckle at her obvious excitement.
"I'll pick you up at 7: 30."
Then we say our goodbyes like normal people and hang up.
I pick up the folder once again and walk out, bumping against the wall that is Tank's chest.
"Oh, sorry Tank." I mumble, smiling at him.
"S'nothing. Here are the keys to your car."
I stare at him, eyes round.
"Hunh?" Is all that manages to come out.
"Ric said you were taking Maria out tonight."
I nod dumbly.
"Then take this car, seeing as you don't have any."
And with that he disappears.
I look down at my hand where the key rests, gleaming in all it's beauty.
What the hell am I talking about! I'm going to go see my new car!
I run down the stairs to the car park, too lazy and excited to wait for the elevator and press on the green button of the key, jumping up and down.
A hot, black Porsche beeps in response and I stare at it for a couple seconds before making a small victory dance right on the spot.
I soon run over and jump in, put it in gear and shoot out, feeling really cool! For once.
I pull over at my first skip's house, a small building looking relatively new, repainted not too long ago by the looks of it.
I walk to the door, checking myself for my knife, gun, cuffs and pepper spray, gleaming with pride when I see I forgot none of these items.
I knock, and wait, pulling on my best blank face.
The door opens to reveal a disheveled looking guy of about twenty, brown hair and eyes, ok built and pale skin.
"Hello, my name is Rachel Romelli, you have missed your court appointment, may you follow me to reschedule?" I ask, being excessively polite and sweet.
John Catstone or something leers at my chest and smiles.
"You wanna join me?"
"Sure. But first we must reschedule." I flutter my lashes and smile pleasantly.
"Ok. Lemme put some clothes on."
Sure. He is in boxer shorts. Eww…he should work out more…
I nod and wait outside, biting my nail, smiling at the easiness of this job. For now.
I better not get used to it being this easy.
John thing comes out looking slightly better but still high or drunk…or both.
"Let's take my car shall we?"
"Nah! I have myself a new one! Besides, women shouldn't drive!"
I stare at him, grab his shirt and drag him to the Porsche.
"Whoa! Slick ride dude!"
"Yeah, nigga, my boyfriend gave it to me."
"Hot shit."
I had to agree. I never dreamed to one day drive such a fine car.
The drive is quiet but when we arrive to the station, things start to mess.
"HEY! Where are you taking me?" He almost screams.
"I told you already." I sight exasperated.
"I ain't goin' in no prison!" And with that he shoots out of my car, running across the parking.
Moaning, I set off after him, starting at a quick jog then going faster and faster like grandma taught me, to keep my energy up.
Soon, I catch up and fly into him, cuffs in one hand and pepper spray in the other.
We roll all over, me receiving hits and cuts from small rocks and he getting quite a few punches.
After what seems like ages, I slap the cuffs on his wrists and shove him to the side.
"Bloody bitch."
"Wanker."
"Shithead!"
"Asshole, scum bag, jerk, fuck face, dick head and so on." I pick him up and push him into the police station, earning myself quite a few glances and stares.
"Lemme go you bitch!" My skip fumes.
"Is that all you know?" I whine, "If you want to insult me do it properly!"
I hand him to an officer, wait for my body receipt, looking myself over, noting only a few scratches and a cut inside my cheek leaking copper into my mouth.
I go out of there, feeling tired and in need of a serious shower.
Parking my new car in front of the building, I almost run up, avoiding any and all residents and burst into my apartment.
I peel my clothes off, jump into the shower and sight.
I stay a good hour under the shower, scrubbing, shaving (again, yes I know.), putting a big amount of conditioner and spicy smelling shower gel I bought at a little Indian place back home.
This is my home!
Smiling, I walk to my closet and look through it, finding a cute black miniskirt and the matching black top with green flames at the bottom.
I take my best pair of hot black underwear and hop my way back into the bathroom.
I still have two hours before going out so I take my time to untangle my hair and gel them up, then I rifle through my make-up bag, and come out with my black lipstick, again, and dark eye shadow.
I really like dark colors, what can I tell ya?
Once all that finished, I slip into my clothes and plonk down onto the sofa, opening the TV and settling on Star Gate SG.1.
At the end, I get up and go out, my backpack containing only the necessary.
Knife, keys, lipstick and money. Yep. That should do.
I stop in front of the Rangeman building and go in, finding Maria already waiting on one of the seats.
"Nell!" She rushes over to me, talking full speed, way excited.
"Let's go."
She nosd vigorously and waves good bye to a guy dressed in SWAT black and looks damn hot.
Maria smiles at the sight of the Porsche but doesn't comment and we zoom out, Green Day blasting from the speakers and us singing a bit off-key along.
We arrive in a record time of ten minutes and park in another record time of fifteen.
"Ready?" I ask, getting out.
Maria doesn't get out. She shoots out, barely waiting for me.
"Slow down girl! I have to close the car."
She huffs and as soon as I'm finished, drags me to the entrance, ogling and drooling and the interior.
"Hey. My name's Rachel Romelli, I called a couple hours ago."
The mountain of a man at the door nods and mentions for us to go in.
Maria practically runs in, holding my hand so hard I fear it'll break.
"Maria. My hand." I plead and let out a whoosh of air when she lets go.
"Oh, sorry."
We walk over to the bar and order a rum coke each.
"I can't believe this! Does dad know about this?" She asks suspiciously.
"Yes." I laugh.
"Think he'll mind if I drink a little?"
I shake my head and laugh again.
"Ladies and gentlemen," A young, wiry looking guy announces on stage once the band stops.
"We are going to do a little Karaoke, who wants to go?"
I turn to Maria who looks at me, half afraid and half uneasy…or is it amusement?
"Ranger wanted me to girl talk to you." I tell her, sipping my drink.
"I know. I don't want to go to a safe house."
"Hey, its not in any safe house, its in Ranger's safe house! Meaning pool, cool stuff."
She cuts me off. "And health food, and exercise and other boring stuff."
"And being with hot guys." I finish, eyes glinting.
"Hmm...I didn't think about that."
I grin. "Course you didn't."
"Tell you what. I'll go if you do something for me."
Blame it on the drink I guess… "Ok."
I'm so stupid…
"You have to sing."
And with that phrase, she drags me over to the stage.
"HERE! SHE'LL SING!" She screams at the top of lungs.
People look at us curiously and I bury my face in my free hand, mentally cursing and scowling myself for being so dumb.
"Choose your song." A black dude tells me.
I gulp. "Uh…"
An idea tilts in my head and I turn onto Maria, smiling widely.
"Fine. But you can't know what I'll sing."
Maria looks at me oddly then shrugs in a would-be-bored way and sits down at a table near the stage.
I take a deep breath and announce my choice to the guy, gritting my teeth.
He nods, appreciatively.
"That's a good one."
I nod and wait for the present singer, a woman with a terrible voice to finish.
"Ok, Miss Romelli with Shakira's own LA TORTURA!" The wiry man announces, making my insides churn.
(A/N: Verea and everybody! Watch the video of Shakira's clip, Nell will be dancing like that.)
"I need a partner for this one though." I whisper to him and he nods.
"Who will partner up with miss for this song?"
At first no one responds then to my, and Maria's surprise, Ranger walks up to me, grinning.
I groan and look at the wiry man who seems to have known the whole time.
"Ready?"
I groan and roll my eyes as Ranger's smile widens.
"The only reason you accepted is because you can have your hands all over me."
I mutter, earning myself a discreet slap on the butt to which I scowl.
"Here it is!"
I gulp one last time, close my eyes and imagine waves, feeling my calm come back.
The music starts and I sway my hips in rhythm, eyes still closed.
Ay payita mía
Guárdate la poesía
Guárdate la alegría pa'tiRanger's voice startles me and I turn to him, leaning against the stage wall, looking like a god.
I also notice all the single and married women drool as they look at him.
No pido que todos los días sean de sol
No pido que todos los viernes sean de fiesta
Tampoco te pido que vuelvas rogando perdón
Si lloras con los ojos secos
Y hablando de ella
Ay amor me duele tanto
Me duele tanto
Que te fueras sin decir a donde
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte
Yo se que no he sido un santo
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón
(A/N: I can sing this song OK but this part is REALLY bloody hard!)
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese huesoY nos decimos adiós
No puedo pedir que el invierno perdone a un rosal
No puedo pedir a los olmos que entreguen peras
No puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal
Y andar arrojando a los cerdos miles de perlas
Ay amor me duele tanto
Me duele tanto
Que no creas más en mis promesas
Ay amor es una tortura perderte
Yo se que no he sido un santo
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós
No te bajes, no te bajes
Oye negrita mira, no te rajes
De lunes a viernes tienes mi amor
Déjame el sábado a mi que es mejor
Oye mi negra no me castigues más
Porque allá afuera sin ti no tengo paz
Yo solo soy un hombre arrepentido
Soy como el ave que vuelve a su nido
Yo se que no he sido un santo
y es que no estoy hecho de cartón
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón
Ay ay ay
Ay, todo lo que he hecho por ti
Fue una tortura perderte
Y me duele tanto que sea asi
Sigue llorando perdón
Yo... yo no voy
A llorar por ti
We finish the song and hop off stage, all the women swarming at Ranger and quite a few men, I am pleased to notice, look me up and down or send cat calls.
Maria's mouth is practically banging against the ground as she tries to process what she's just seen.
I smile, clamp her mouth shut.
"You can speak Spanish?" She asks me, incredulous.
"No. I just learned the words cos I liked them, I understand very little."
The rest of the night is spent laughing and drinking, Ranger sticking to beer while Maria and me try a new type of drink.
We go home relatively sober and Ranger drops me off first, since Maria's going to a safe house he has to drive her.
After a long, bear-hug goodbye with Maria and a passionate kiss with Ranger, I trudge to my apartment and fall face first on my bed, not bothering to undress and going to sleep immediately.
That was fun…Ranger's hands on me kept making me want to stop dancing and just have sex with him on stage but with his daughter I had had enough will power to continue till the end. Wow!
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Well there it is! It's really long cos I wanted the singing/dancing part but I hope it's still OK.