FAULT LINE- PART 2
CHAPATER 12
TREMORS
After another night of little sleep, the only thing Starsky was thinking about at this moment was the hammer that Kira was using above his head. As much as he loved having her on his shoulders, he prayed she'd continue with a steady grip. But he had to admit, her long, slim legs dangling over his chest was enough to take his mind off of anything else. He caressed the inside of her thigh as his eyes rolled up to the ceiling.
"David, would you please stand still? I just have one more nail to put in and then I can center the plate. Quit shifting! And if you touch me there again, I'm not sure I'll be able to finish what I'm doing!"
Kira sighed though, enjoying the feel of his warm hand on her bare skin.
"Okay, but be careful with that damn hammer! I kinda need all my parts!" Starsky shifted again as he craned his neck, trying to see if she was done.
"And I need you to have all your parts, but if you'd just stand still, wait a second, back up just a bit--- okay--done!"
Starsky shifted again but grinned when she started giving him landing directions. He backed up and moved sideways and in the end, Kira landed lightly on the pile of colorful cushions by the fireplace.
She rolled to her side to watch Starsky as he sat beside her, lost in the flames of the fire. He was quiet for a beat too long so she touched his shoulder, and he turned to face her.
"Still angry about the other night?", Kira asked.
Starsky made a face at the memory of Hutch but quickly assured Kira that it wasn't important anymore.
"Nope, Hutch is a pain in the ass right now, but that's his problem. I can't be bothered trying to figure his moods out lately and I ain't gonna waste my time being jealous. He knows that what he did was wrong. We had prearranged assignments and he just switched them to prove he could. But enough about him. I'm only interested in you!"
The radio played in the background, adding to the soft pillows and warm fire.
Starsky leaned over to Kira and feathered a light kiss on her lips. He traced the line of her mouth with his thumb.
Kira touched Starsky's hand and placed a kiss there. She covered his hand in both of hers and marveled at the glint in the blue eyes before her.
"You are such a mixture of emotions aren't you? You present the tough guy cop to the world when in reality you're such a romantic at heart. There is so much love in you that it just fills this room.!"
Kira watched Starsky, amazed at how open his face was, how the love brightened his soul. She briefly wondered what that would be like? What would it be like to love so completely that you never questioned it's existence!
Kira melted into Starsky for another kiss and they were lost in the sensation for what seemed like an eternity.
They pulled apart and Starsky sank back down among the cushions. He watched the play of emotions in Kira's eyes and saw her desire reflected back at him. He pulled her over to him and played with her hair as he felt her heart beating against him.
"Kira, you fill a need in me that has been missing a long time. It feels good to be able to trust you and have a strong relationship again."
The radio continued to play softly in the background. The songs drifted through the room and landed lightly beside the nestled couple. The words didn't matter, but the tempo added to the hushed, searching mood.
Kira made little circles on the parts of Starsky's chest she could reach between the buttons of his shirt. Wanting nothing between her and Starsky, she quietly began to unbutton the top few. She had stopped paying any attention to Starsky's words awhile ago and instead concentrated on her task. Confident that she was making progress, she felt Starsky relax under her.
Kira focused on Starsky, shutting out everything but him. Parts of a song would occasionally wrap around them, adding to the sweetness of the moment.
Kira traced circles on the center of his chest which melted any worries he may have had a few minutes ago. What had he been thinking of?
The worries in his mind slowly dissolved. He was only capable of focusing on the light touches and tingles of pleasure.
The tension in his shoulders and body dissolved as her hand traveled lower on his belly. Suddenly the only thing that mattered to Starsky was right there in that room, on those cushions and the sensations created by Kira.
"Well, there's a rose in a fisted glove
And the eagle flies with the dove
And if you can't be with the one you love,
honey Love the one you're with
Don't be angry, don't be sad
Don't sit cryin' over good times you've had
There's a girl right next to you
And she's waiting for something to do" (1)
The song faded away without either Starsky or Kira aware of anything other than each other.
Certain songs, have the ability to remind us about where we were, what we were doing and who we were with when we first heard it. Sometimes it becomes our theme song and sometimes, we wish we would have listened closer and understood it's message.
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Across town as Starsky contemplated about being in love and Kira's theme song played, Joey tried to find a comfortable position to ease the burning deep pain in his leg. Pacing the small room only made him feel more restless. He needed something to take his mind off of his damn leg. It wasn't yet time to eliminate another spy from the dance club even though he was sure that Arlene would be his next target. Maybe it was time for a little fun. How could he flaunt his actions without giving everything away? He wanted the enemy to be aware of him and he wanted to give them a hint. But that hint couldn't be so blatant that it would interefere with the completion of his mission.
Joey limped over to the desk and gingerly sat down. He stretched his leg out to the side of the chair and rested the cane on the bed. He pulled out a piece of paper and tapped the pencil against his teeth. A slow smile spread over his face and he giggled to himself.
'THE SPY WILL DYE'
Perfect! Joey was pleased with the result. He would slip into the dance club before anybody got there, place the note in plain view and get back out without anybody knowing he'd been there. This way, he'd prove that he was capable of infiltrating their headquarters and give them a cryptic message at the same time. They probably wouldn't even figure the message out. The clue they needed would be right in plane view but they'd never guess! They'd either think it was just a stupid joke or be so obsessed with the spelling that they wouldn't be able to figure something out that was right in front of them. He would be telling them that he knew about the trick to confuse him. The dyed blonds weren't fooling him and he had just figured out a way to tell them all!
He stood up as quickly as he could and grabbed his cane. He shuffled over to the door and limped down the rickety, dark steps to his car. He felt the rush of his destination and made his way to the club. He pulled around to the back and had no trouble picking the lock to get into the store room. The only light came from the glowing red of the 'exit' signs above the door. He slipped through into the main room and dropped the note beside the phone on Chenille's money cage. He stood still, enjoying the power he felt.
He didn't want to push his luck so he made his way back to the store room but stopped as he heard the front door close. The danger washed over him like a drug. He stood where he was and waited. He heard a muffled voice calling out, looking for the intruder. He smiled to himself as he heard her moving about the room. Her voice got closer. He started to leave but stumbled against a few of the boxes before he opened the door to the alley. He froze, but realized the noise he made only added to his power. Someone knew he'd been there, but would not have any idea about his identity.
As he closed the door behind him, he heard Chenille again calling out to the noise she'd heard. It was enough to satisfy him for the moment. His mission complete, he silently headed for his car and drove back to his home base.
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1. Words are from Stephen Stills song,- Love The One You're With---