The Irishman's Woman: Seeing Him Again REVISED
Walking down the sidewalk on Wacker Drive Evangeline wanders aimlessly thinking of her encounter with the Irishman, she didn't know what came over her that made her so forward but she was glad she did. Her heart was breaking over his latest betrayal so when the Irishman approached her table she more than welcomed it. Looking up at the tall skyscrapers she frowned at the sun. On this cool fall day the Chicago wind blew at her face fiercely. Chicago was the best place to get lost in and she welcomed the anonymity. After the year she had anonymity was a blessing.
Turning the corner she pulled her jacket tightly to her chest. Today was her last day in the windy city. She spent the past days shopping and dining alone clearing her head and heart from anxiety and pain.
Yesterday she took an extra long time at Victoria Secrets. She wasn't just shopping for herself but wanted to get the extra special gift for the up coming bridal shower she was throwing. She had a whole list of things to do since she was the maid of honor. Still she couldn't keep her mind from wondering back to a pair of Irish blue eyes that bored into her soul.
The first time she laid eyes on him, she couldn't deny the spark of attraction she felt. She went on full alter at how gorgeous he was. His approach was refreshing and Evangeline knew he was a man she wanted to know. She didn't believe in love at first sight. Things like that just didn't happen to her. But the Irishman was something of an enigma.
Walking along, looking into different business and store windows she thought about her heart. Although she was intrigued she was in no way inclined to get involved with a man that brought out that kind of passion in her. She already has something like that and the pain caused from that relationship still has her licking her wounds.
Rolling her eyes she laughed. She hadn't planned on having one amazing evening with him, it just happened. Why over analyze it? Nope, she wasn't in love, it was just a wild, mad lust that had to be quenched. Remembering the conversation in the café she could hear his deep seductive voice whispering in the wind that blew past her ear. That man had a voice that could talk the panties off a nun.
Stopping in her tracks and blinked confused. She had inadvertently wandered back to the café that she met him at yesterday. Turning she looked through the large glass at the patrons sitting dining inside. Her hair blowing wildly around her face she narrowed her eyes and saw him sitting at the same table they had lunch at yesterday. Smiling she watched him intrigued as he read his paper.
He had medium length dark brown hair that brushed the collar of his white cotton shirt and a trimmed goatee. But the most desirable thing about him was his eyes, deep sapphire blue eyes that matched the navy blue sports coat he wore. Stepping closer to the window she sees a couple staring at her confused and ignores them. Looking at his face she remembered those eyes staring down on her as he pushed himself deeper inside. Those eyes held a world of secrets. Secrets that she wasn't sure she wanted to know. Still she smiled foolishly as she remembered their evening of wild lust. Casually he grabbed his coffee mug and brought the steamy liquid to his lips. She smiled and looked at the strong hand that held the cup. The same hand that held her down and made her feel things that she only thought one other man could.
The waiter walked over to him and he looked up. She saw him smile that sexy smile which made her tingle in her most intimate spot causing her to blush. Talking to the waiter his eyes drifted to the large glass window and saw her standing there staring. He winked at her and now she knew she would loose it.
Hearing her heart beat in her chest she watched as he rose from the table dropping money on it walking toward her and the exit. His hands in his pockets he fixed his blue devilish eyes on her and she felt strangely nervous yet excited as he approached. Stepping out of the diner and holding the door for the two lady's trying to enter he flashed her that perfect smile of his as the wind blew his hair away from his face.
She held her breath unsure how to explain her presence and the fact that he caught her outside the café staring like some stalker. Blushing she saw his eyes travel over her body and wordlessly he communicated how much he would enjoy a second chance at her passion.
"Angel, I should have known you would be near watching over me" he said in his husky thick voice chuckling.
His Angel smiled sexily at him trying to play it cool. "I just happen to be walking by"
"Really? Do you mind if I ask where you're headed?"
She looked up into his face and found herself temporarily unable to speak. People were forced to walk around them because they stood rooted in the middle of the sidewalk unable to deny this strange thing between them.
The Irishman moved into her space as more passing people on the sidewalk observed the intensity between them amused. She could hear the car horns and tires screeching of vehicles traveling to unknown destinations on the street less than 10 feet from her. The downtown scene was a buzz with laugher, talking and music pouring from different vehicles. Yet for them time stood still and though they were aware of their surroundings the heat between them began to seal their fate. They were supposed to meet. She was positive of it now. Some force beyond her control had blown the Irishman into her path and as stared into his face she felt a tinge of gratitude that it did.
"I was
thinking about doing some sightseeing before I leave tomorrow" she
said weakly.
"Now that sounds like fun, mind if I join
you?"
Shaking her head no she smiled at him. "I would love to show you some hidden spots of the windy city Irishman."
Since today was her last day in the windy city, why not spend it with her fantasy, she knew that she would never see him again, she decided to just run with things and see where they took her. Besides the prospect of having him again was too appetizing to pass up.
The two of them set off on a day of adventure with an unspoken rule between them. Neither would impose their growing curiosity about the other and the day would be one of fun with no constraints. Starting at the Sears Tower and going to the Navy Pier they marveled in the rich and inviting history of the city. Catching another cab they eventually ended up in Millennium Park.
It was three square blocks of open lakefront, complete with a Ferris Wheel, outdoor musicians and even a ice-skating rink. Going over to the pavilion the autumn wind blowing at their coats he bought them pretzels and they sat down to watch the local street band playing.
John stared at her as she swayed to the urban beats from the street performers. He still wanted to know she was. Where was she from? She said she had to catch a flight but to where? Watching her every move he wondered if this bothered 'his Angel', she gave no indication of it. He also noticed how he thought of her as 'his'.
"Better put a stop to that kind of thinking Johnny Boy," he told himself even though he wasn't sure if he really wanted to.
Turning his attention to the band he ate his pretzel and relaxed watching the different people pass on the street. Feeling her eyes on him he turned and looked at her. She stared openly and was undeterred when he tried to stare her down.
Finally she spoke "Are you
vacationing?"
"Yes" he said which wasn't all together a
lie.
"Every now and then I like to come back to Chicago" she
said as her voice drifted off into the wind that continued to blow
her hair in her face. John got quiet afraid that if he spoke she
would close up and not reveal more about herself.
"When I was a little girl we lived here for about a year, Funny how some places remain with you even if you've been there only briefly."
Intrigued that his Angel had opened the door for him to see who she was he decided to step through it and end this game they played.
"Where do you live now?" he asked
smiling at her in a low voice.
She looked at him and frowned "Why
Irishman you plan to pay me a visit?"
He smiled and saw that
she wasn't quite ready to quit with the games and decided to take a
different approach "What are you doing back in Chicago?"
"I already told you. I came back to visit old memories, do a little shopping, reassess my life." She was now aware that she'd spoken too much and regretted being so comfortable around him.
John looked at her confused. She hadn't mentioned reassessing her life. The cop in him made him catch all her Freudian slips.
"And have you finished reassessing your life?" He asked staring into her face trying to read her.
Evangeline knew that look. She was an attorney and she dealt with men wearing that look all the time. He was trying to get in her head. He must be some kind of cop. That was enough to end this fantasy and say goodbye to her Irishman.
Smiling at him she folded the paper bag that held her now eaten pretzel into a ball. Aiming she made a jump shot into the garbage can a few feet across from her. Turning she looked into those sexy blue eyes of his and smiled. "You're a troublemaker, Irishman, and I don't need anymore troublemakers in my life right now. I should be going. It's getting late and I have a plane to catch." She said rising and closing her jacket.
John looked up into her face. "Sometimes a little trouble can be a good thing."
"Look I don't know you. I haven't known you long enough to be a good judge of you. Besides I'm not looking for a relationship."
John frowned at how she shut him down. They'd spent the whole day playing this game and now he was ready for it to end. He wanted to know her. At least know her name.
"Can you tell me your name? Before you turn and walk out of my life" he said half jokingly.
She looked him up and down and smiled lightly "It was nice meeting you Irishman..."
Before he could say more she turned and walked away. John wouldn't let her escape him like this. He just couldn't. Sprinting across the street after her he caught her before she entered the cab.
"Have dinner with me"
She turned and looked at him and then at his hand that had a hold of her arm. He could see that she was debating the offer an his heart beat faster at the notion she would reject him. Then the dark guarded look she wore on her face before she stumped off softened. She would relent and give him another chance.
"Okay" she said softly. "I will meet you in your hotel lobby around 8" Then she pulled out of his grip and climbed into the waiting cab driving away. Standing on the sidewalk watching her leave He smiled to himself "Damn Angel what is it about you that has me so captivated."
Later that night
Walking off the elevator he saw her sitting in the lounge area sipping a martini. From what he could tell she was wearing a black tailored suit. The hem of her pants hanging like a bell from her crossed legs over the sexy pointy black 3 inch pumps peeking through. He smiled and went straight to her.
She looked up at his approach and lowered her martini glass smiling invitingly. She rose and he saw the silver satin camisole she wore under her suit jacket that had one button holding it in place accenting how tiny her waist was.
Her hair long black and shiny was parted down the middle and laying straight around her shoulders. Her eye makeup smoky and dark around her long black lashes had a brush of silver over her lids and at the curve her perfectly arched eyebrows.
Looking at her lips glossed with a coppery lipstick that made them more inviting he inhaled. He thought she was beautiful before but he had no idea that her evening transformation would be even more stunning.
Unable to speak he stood in front of her taking her all in. She noticed his adoration and he could see her pecan brown skin redden with a blush that made her vulnerable to his desires.
"You look beautiful" he said softly looking her up and down.
"Why thank you Irishman…" she said turning and grabbing her coat. John helped her slip into the long black trench, taking her hand he led her out the door.
The doorman hailed a cab for them and he looked over at her as the night air swept her perfectly groomed mane across her face. She stepped inside the cab and he moved in with her giving instructions to the restaurant recommended to him earlier by the hotel. He couldn't hide his excitement about his night and he would play by her rules. He had to be near her.
They finished dinner and decided to take a cab ride down by the lake. There was a beautiful walkway by the water and since it was summer there would be a nice breeze coming off the lake.
Evangeline was enjoying the night air and stars that she completely missed his question.
"Did you enjoy the dinner?"
Turning and looking at him moving in close she smiled seductively "Immensely, you are one hell of a dinner companion Irishman…" she said sliding her hand inside of his coat to his chest.
"I want to know you again Angel, feel you again" he said slipping his arms around her waist."
She looked at him doubtful "I think we should call it a night and walk away from this perfect evening with our souls in tact Irishman….the more time we spend together the more intimate it becomes."
"I'm not talking about a relationship Angel. But I won't deny that I want to know what it's like to kiss those beautiful lips of yours again."
Evangeline stared at him for a long time and then came to a decision. "Your right, it's not a relationship or like we're getting married or anything. It's just a kiss. This can mean nothing to both of us," she thought to herself as she moved even closer to him.
She smiled seductively at him. "So how does an Irishman kiss? Is it like a Frenchman's kiss…..like making love?" she reached up and teased at his lips by gently brushing her own lips against them. She kissed him the yesterday and took him over but that was by her own aggression. She thought it best to let him lead this time. Show her how its done.
John groaned and pulled her closer. He covered her mouth hungrily. Evangeline opened her mouth to him. She let her eyes close and just experience the kiss. She moaned softly into his mouth as his tongue produced a burning heat inside of her. Evangeline wasn't about to lose control. She used her teeth and her tongue to seduce him.
John ended the kiss to bring his lips to her ears and trace a path down her neck. He returned to her lips again. His tongue explored the caverns of her mouth, leaving her clinging to his arms for balance.
"My place" he growled, "Now."
You could cut the sexual tension in the cab ride with a knife. John pulled some bills from his pocket and paid the cab driver. The he rushed her into the empty elevator and pressed the bottom to his floor.
Ravishing her mouth, John pressed himself against her. Evangeline's breath caught in her throat and she lifted one leg to wrap around his hips and moaned when he pressed himself even more firmly against her.
John grabbed her from underneath her shapely thighs and lifted her so that both her legs were wrapped around his waist. He moved painfully slow grinding against her then pushed harder and faster covering her mouth to capture her cries. When the elevator doors opened, John carried her in his arms.
Evangeline barely realized that she had almost lost control. She wasn't going to let that happen again. She grabbed the Irishman's neck with both hands, wrapped both legs around his waist, and then rocked against him moving up and down in union with his stride. John tried desperately to find his key.
"Angel, if you don't stop, I'm gonna make love to you right out here in the hallway."
Evangeline stilled her actions. "Hurry, Irishman," she breathed into his ear as he unlocked the door and slammed it behind him.
Evangeline slipped out of her coat, heels and pants. She was working on the buttons on her blouse but the Irishman was impatient and simply pulled the shirt over her head. She had nothing else on but a bra and panties the color of midnight blue.
John bent
down and kissed one breast then the other threw the silky material.
He trailed one finger down the length of her body pushing the flimsy
material of her panties aside and slipped one finger inside her and
began moving it in and out.
Evangeline felt desire take hold of
her and she grabbed hold of his shoulders. He slipped another finger
inside of her. She wrapped naked limbs around him and whispered to
him in her sexiest voice, "Come on Irishman, where's that
stick you were talking about earlier?"
He released her but not before placing her on the bed. Then he straightened up and began undressing. Evangeline lay there naked not caring that she looked decadent. She watched him take his clothes off one article of clothing at a time. Yesterday she didn't pay attention the Adonis like body he had, but tonight she would file every inch of him into her memory banks to keep with her always.
His chest was wide and muscular, his arms were also very muscular and on one arm he had a tattoo that encircled almost the entire bicep. The tattoo seemed to be two hands coming together and in the middle was heart but Evangeline had little time to look since she was distracted by the vision of his hard, flat stomach. He didn't remove his pants, he just simply unzipped them. Evangeline closed her eyes in anticipation.
John lay down next to her. He moved on top of her to lie between her legs. He bent his head down and slowly sucked the nipple of her breast, first on and then the other. Evangeline arched her back. John looked up as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed against his chest. She flipped him over so that he was on his back and she was on top. She slowly removed her bra. Then she slid down his body trailing kisses up and down his stomach stopping only to play with his navel. She went back up to his nipples taking turns biting them gently and then teasing them with her tongue, all the while, listening to his groans of pleasure as they turned into growls of frustration. He needed release.
She removed her panties before she crawled up over him taking him inside of her, inch by inch. She began to ride him slowly. John held her hips as he pumped his hips up into her again and again. She matched him thrust for thrust. He knew that he couldn't hold out much longer. He felt a tightening in his loins and new that he release was close at hand. He felt her throw her head back as he pushed inside her one last time before he succumbed to her. She fell back on top of him covering his body with hers.
He breathlessly whispered into her ear, "You'll stay tonight." Evangeline would have taken objection to his commanding tone but she was too spent. All she could do was reply with a barely audible" Mm hmm."
John smiled and reached over to cover them both. There was no point in her leaving. He had every intention of making love to her again and again.
Evangeline smiled foolishly to herself as she remembered that night. "Goodbye Irishman," she quietly whispered and fell asleep on her plane ride back to Llanview with a smile on her face.
Llanview
Waking in her reclined seat on the plane she smiled at that memory of her second encounter with the Irishman. Maybe it was fate that she met him. It definitely proved to make her trip the most enjoyable adventure she'd been on in a long time. Although she had to end it abruptly her time with him helped. She felt more in touch with herself now and more determined to take control of her life.
Evangeline heard the captain announcing their arrival and snapped out of her daydreaming. It was time to return to her life and all the complications in it. Marcie's wedding was going to be a big event in Llanview and she wanted her shower to be perfect.
She was so excited about this shower and having girlfriends in Llanview, something she had very few of when she lived in Port Charles. The danger that surrounded her life and love wouldn't allow it.
Exiting the plane she walked through the terminal to baggage claim casually. Before reaching it her phone rings. Fishing in her Marc Jacobs bag for it she finds the little silver contraption and turns it over to see it's him. She hadn't been in Llanview 10 minutes and he knew she landed.
"Hello"
"Van"
"Hey.."
"I
thought you were going to call me when you arrived in Llanview"
"I
just got here"
"Oh, how are you?"
"Why didn't you
come to Chicago! You promised. I sat in that café waiting on
you looking like a fool"
"I am sorry babe, I really wanted to
be there but things are crazy."
"Which is why this just needs
to end. I can't handle it any longer and you won't let go of this
bond that you two share. It's dangerous and I'm afraid for
you"
"Evangeline please, I have been through a lot today I
just needed to hear your voice. Let's not do this…"
"Are
you okay?" she asks pulling her suitcase with her free hand from
the silver spinning belt that carried it around baggage claim. A man
next to her seeing her struggle took pity and grabbed the suit case
for her. She mouthed thank you to him and he wink flirtatiously.
"I
miss you, so no I'm not okay"
She sighs and remain silent.
This is why she gave herself to the Irishman she wanted to be free
from the hold he had over her.
"I'm coming to Llanview…"
"What?" she asked shocked "Why?"
"I told you I miss
you, plus there are a lot things going down here, it's hot for me
now. I need to get away"
"We agreed, I would take this time to
put down roots and figure out what I want."
"What we want is
each other. You are just as much apart of me as I am of
you."
Wheeling her suitcase out of the terminal to the front where taxi's are waiting she listens to him and sighs. He's a part of her. But that life for her is over now. She needs a clean break. She's not proud of the things they've done and she wants a fresh start.
Her weakness for him keeps her from verbalizing that and she chews her bottom lip unsure of what to say next. The cab driver takes her suitcase and she opens the door climbing inside. Sitting on the squeaky leather seat the inside of the cab smells of gym socks and she rolls down the window.
"Van you
there?"
"Yes….I hear you"
"What you don't want me
to come?"
"I told you I got a lot going on, one of my closest
friends is getting married and I'm planning the shower"
"What
does that have to do with us?"
"Nothing…I just want be able
to give you my full attention. That's all."
"First you stop
commuting to see me. We agreed that you would come at least once a
month before you moved. Then you go to Chicago on business and stay
extra days to shop? Why wouldn't you come to Port Charles when I
called you yesterday telling you I wasn't going to make it?"
She felt the knot in her chest sadden at his disappointment in her. She loves him, but she can't handle who he is and what he does. Not anymore. It hurts too much. She has to let him go
"If you want to come then come. But I won't be coming back to Port Charles. I won't do it"
She hears the line go silent and can see his brow creasing and his blue eyes darkening. The cab driver swerves around a car and she holds onto the door handle to keep from sliding across the seat. He was driving as fast as her heart was racing. She misses him even now but she wanted out.
"Okay Van, I'll see you soon"
The line goes dead and Evangeline looks at the phone. He was coming and she didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. She didn't know what to do about it. Watching the glow of the street lights pass by from her window she looked into the night sky and wondered what her Irishman was doing now. She wondered if he thought of her.
