Let me know what you think, so far.
Danny, Mary and Catherine stood on the steps of the lanai trying to figure out who was brave enough to go inside. Mary and Catherine's bags where in the living room and Danny's keys were on the kitchen counter. Mary and Catherine were wearing bathing suits, very tiny bathing suits that would surely raise a few eyebrows trying to check into a hotel with what little clothing they had on. Danny would have to walk home.
"I am not going in there" Mary announced taking a seat on the steps, with her arms crossed.
"Hey, don't look at me, he's armed and the last time I pissed him off, he almost broke my arm" Danny also took a seat, also crossing his arms.
"Fine, I'll do it. You guys are useless, totally useless" Catherine nodded her head, took a deep breath and slowly opened what remained of the door.
She whispered to them "Hopefully he went upstairs. I'll just sneak in and get your keys, and then I'll quietly get our bags." She hoped her training would come in handy as she carefully entered, her bare feet tip toeing around the broken glass.
Steve sat in his recliner in the living room. He was leaning back, with his feet on the foot rest, his eyes closed, and the palms of his hands pressed against his forehead. He heard the door open and the scent of coconut oil suddenly filled the room. That must be Catherine he thought. He remained seated, with his eyes closed. I wonder what she's trying to do. Let's see, I bet she'll first go into the kitchen and get Danny's keys off the counter, then she'll make her way in here, and thinking that I am upstairs, she'll try to get their bags from the hallway. She is so predictable.
Catherine managed to get the keys undetected, so she thought. She proceeded to make her way to the living room when she suddenly felt a sharp pain on the bottom of her foot. "Damn!" She shouted without thinking.
Steve immediately jumped out of his chair and ran to where she was. He found her leaning against the wall, holding her left foot up as tears fell from her eyes. The floor was slowly pooling with blood.
"Are you ok?" He asked
"Do I look like I am ok? No I am not ok. I've got a chunk of glass jammed into the bottom of my foot" Catherine snapped obviously in pain.
Steve couldn't help but smirk. "Can I help you or are you going to bite my head off?" he asked with sarcasm
Her voice softened "Yes, please, you can help me. It really hurts" she was tired of the senseless fighting
He approached her. Lifted her in his arms and sat her on the kitchen counter. He grabbed a towel and placed it on his thigh. Leaning the heel of her foot on the towel, he carefully examined it. He grabbed a hold of the piece of glass and gently, but swiftly pulled it out. He immediately covered the wound with the towel.
"Does that feel better?" he asked as he stared at her while putting pressure on the cut.
"Yes, thank you." She stared back
He left her sitting on the counter as he turned to open a drawer. He removed some gauze, anti-biotic ointment, and an ACE bandage. He gently lifted her foot, cleaned the wound and covered it with the gauze. He unwrapped the ACE bandage and gently wrapped her foot. His mere touch was enticing to her, she could not resist him, and found herself slowly falling under his spell. He knew she couldn't resist him as the hero and she was surely his damsel in distress.
"Is this necessary? It's just a cut" she questioned his motives
"We need to make sure that it doesn't get infected. We wouldn't want to have to cut off that beautiful foot of yours now would we?" he raised his eyebrow.
A smile tried to escape, but she managed to hold it in. She wanted desperately to wrap her legs around his waist and have her way with him. After all he was in the perfect position and she had been out to sea for far too long. As if he read her mind, he began to caress her legs and slowly moved his hands across her waist. "That swim suit should be classified as a WMD". He kissed her.
"You like it. I bought it in Greece. One of the perks" she kissed him back.
He smiled and returned the kiss leaning further into her. He caressed her hips and gently tugged at the neatly tied bows of her bikini "So tell me Lieutenant, what happens if I pull these?"
"I don't know, sir, perhaps it requires some investigating" She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and with her legs around his waist; she tightened her grip, pulling him closer.
He gently tugged and the strings unraveled, the bottom portion of the suit collapsed on the counter. His body reacted to hers and her grip got stronger. He grabbed her tightly, pressing her body against his and before they knew it, he was making love to her, right there on the counter kitchen.
Meanwhile outside
"Ok she's taking way too long, you think he killed her and is out disposing the body or something?" Danny was joking but part of him suspected that Steve was angry enough to do it.
"I don't think that's the sound of a murder. Listen… Do you hear that? I think they're making up" Mary was laughing.
"Where is that coming from? The only window here is the office and the kitchen. The office is in full view, so that leaves….Ewww, the kitchen!" Danny was sure that he would never eat in the kitchen again.
"We still need our stuff. Do we just sit here and wait till they are done, or do we sneak in?" Mary needed a plan.
"If they are in the kitchen, then we have a clear path to the living room, except I don't have keys to my car. But Steve keeps the keys to his truck by the front door. So here is the plan. We sneak in; go straight to the living room, get your bag, I'll grab his keys and we leave them alone to figure out their own issues. Yes?" Danny was proud of his plan.
"Sounds good, let's do it" Mary jumped up and grabbed Danny's hand.
Carefully they executed the plan. It worked. Just as they made their way to the front door, Mary paused. "Wait a minute" She opened her purse, took out a piece of paper and a pen. Call me, lunch tomorrow, you and me. She placed the paper on the handle of Catherine's bag. "Let's go!"
"So where to, my lady?" Danny asked as he did his best Price Charming impression.
"How about your place?" Mary hinted
"Really? Ok." Danny smiled as he drove away. With one hand on the wheel and the other holding Mary's hand, he had a smile that would light up the town.