Nephrite turned around slowly. His heart skipped a beat and his eyes grew wide. Makoto was standing there and she looked stunning. His eyes roamed hungrily over her body. The dress she wore was breath taking. It seemed to be made only for her and it was only mid-thigh length so it showed off her soft, creamy, long legs. The very ones Nephrite had envisioned around his waist. (Calm down Nephrite.), he scolded at himself. Her hair wasn't in it's usual style, but down and a little curly. She was smiling at him. He could have sworn the look in her eyes was inviting him to touch her body. He cleared his throat.
"Hello, Ms. Brooks. Welcome to the party."
"Hello, Mr. Silverton. Thank you for having me here," she replied.
Raye smirked. (It's so obvious. They both want each other.)
"Well it really was an honor to met you Mr. Silverton."
"Likewise Ms. Mason. I hope will we see more each other in the near future," he said.
The reporter walked away and the two standing there alone. Makoto looked around the gallery.
"I have to admit it looks beautiful Nephrite. I'm impressed."
"Thank you, would you like something to drink?"
She nodded her head and followed him to the open bar set up near the back of the gallery. He ordered two martinis and gave her a glass. He put his glass up and she did the same.
"Cheers to your gallery opening," she whispered.
"And to being able to share it with a beautiful women," he licked his lips.
Makoto blinked and cleared her throat. She took a sip of her martini. Nephrite watched her as her tongue involuntarily slipped over her lips. He felt the hot lust crawl over his body.
"Did I tell you that you look so very sexy tonight Detective Brooks?" he asked darkly.
Makoto chuckled and crossed her legs, which made her dress raise up a little.
"No, and it's Makoto. We can be casual, Nephrite."
"Oh, so now you want to play games?"
"I'm not someone who likes to play games," she replied softly.
"Oh, and what made you change your mind?" he asked.
"Your alibi checked out. Officially, you're clean," she said with a secret smile.
"So you've finally decided to come around. I knew you would start to see things my way," he told her while putting his glass down.
"Who said I was?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"By the way your giving me signals, I thought-"
"You thought I was falling for you? I'll be honest with you, Nephrite. You might not realize it, but not every woman wants to drop her panties for you. I think you're an interesting man, but it doesn't mean I'm going to jump at a chance with you. So, how about you show me your gallery."
Nephrite frowned as they got up. (All the more reason for me to tame her!) He showed her all his paintings and sculptures that were on display. Everywhere they turned, people praised him for his work. Even the governor wanted to buy a painting. Makoto was amazed by the fact that he could create such wonders with his hands. She smiled to herself. Maybe she was too hard on him earlier. She hadn't had a date in years. It may have been time for her to relax and enjoy herself.
"Brooks!"
The voice snapped her out of the thoughts. Andrew was running toward her. She bit her lip.
"Hey Rivera," she said and smiled weakly.
A look of surprise went across his face.
"Wow, uh, you look good Brooks."
Makoto's face began to blush.
"Uh, thanks Rivera."
"I'm serious. I wish we could have walked in together. But by the grace of God I got a date."
"It's a miracle. Who is this crazy lady?" Makoto asked while laughing.
Andrew snorted.
"Ha ha ha. Very funny. Anyway, I would like you to meet Mina Troy."
Makoto raised an eyebrow as Mina put an arm around his waist. He grinned stupidly and put his arm around her waist.
"The funniest thing Brooks, we both came here without dates so we decided to come together!"
Makoto forced a smile.
"Isn't that peachy. Mina and I met earlier. She's Mr. Silverton's publicist."
Andrew laughed.
"Small word huh?"
"Very small indeed. Andrew could you be a dear and get me a glass of Chardonnay," Mina chirped in.
Andrew nodded and left. Mina looked at Makoto. (I'll get with her sooner or later.)
"So, Makoto are you having fun?" Mina asked.
"I'm enjoying myself. Though I was a little surprised when you turned up here with my partner out of the blue. Well I won't keep you from your date. Have fun."
Mina smiled devilishly and went to find Andrew. Makoto found Nephrite leaning against the wall.
"I want to show you something," he said.
He grabbed her hand and took over to an area where many were people. They seemed to be looking at a painting, but she couldn't see. Everyone moved aside when they saw Nephrite coming through. Finally Makoto had a clear view of the painting. She gasped at what she saw. In painting was an angel with long chestnut, auburn hair and green eyes. The angel was sitting on a cloud with her big wings encircling her body. Her hands were folded and the sun radiated off her face.
"I call it 'Angel of Mercy'," Nephrite replied.
"She's beautiful," she murmured.
"Well I had some inspiration, Makoto. She is you to me," he explained.
"I-I-I don't know what to say," she muttered.
Nephrite held out his hand.
"How about yes to a dance with me?"
Makoto took his hand in response and they walked on to the semi-crowded dance floor. He slid his hand onto her waist and pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around his neck. They swayed together for awhile. He looked into her eyes deeply and she blushed and looked away.
"Makoto?"
"Yes?"
"I want to show you something, but it would require us to leave."
"What about your party?"
"Mina can handle the rest. Let's go."
She took his hand and they walked out the gallery and into his car.
...
Nephrite's car made a stop in front of a large building complex. Makoto opened her door and got out. She rubbed her arms.
"Where are we?"
He gave her a smirk.
"My place."
Makoto raised her eyebrow,
"You work fast."
He took his key out of his pocket and opened the door.
"I'm not trying to seduce you. I wanted to show you some of my private collection. These pieces I created are priceless. No one has ever seen them before."
She followed him into his condo and looked around. For a bachelor, his place was decent. It truly was an artists' place. She didn't realize his was behind her as he pulled her close to him. She jumped a little. He laughed out loud at her response.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you."
Makoto held her chest.
"No problem."
He chuckled.
"Sit on the couch and I'll bring some pieces out."
Makoto sat down on the leather couch in his living room. He was back in less than ten minutes with two large canvases. He pulled one out that was of two children sledding in a wintry landscape. Makoto held the canvas gently.
"This is lovely."
Nephrite smiled sadly.
"It's of me and my older brother."
"Is he as talented as you are or as arrogant?" she asked playfully.
Nephrite took the canvas from her and placed it against the wall.
"He's dead," he said flatly.
Makoto put her hand against her mouth.
"Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry."
Nephrite shrugged.
"You didn't know. It happened years ago. A car accident. I survived with just a scratch. I've mourned and moved on. No use living in the past."
"Do you want to-," she began.
"No," he said sharply.
Makoto frowned. He sighed and held her hand.
"I'm sorry. It's just a touchy subject. I know you were trying to help. I appreciate the gesture. Thank you," he said sincerely.
"It's okay. I was wrong to pry."
He sat down next to her and passed another painting to her. It was a young woman sitting on a balcony. She was smiling to herself as the sun's rays brightened her face. Makoto traced the outline of the woman's face.
"My mother," he said.
"She beautiful," she replied.
"She was devastated after my brother died. I guess you could say she died of a broken heart. Nothing else mattered after he was gone," he said quietly.
He looked into Makoto's eyes as she held his hand. She moved her onto his face place it on his cheek.
"Everyone's goes through tough things in life. It takes time to let go," she explained.
"Speaking from experience?" he asked.
Makoto shrugged and put the painting down.
"Let's just say your painting of that angel is very wrong. I'm not a nice person," she said and got up from her seat.
He walked behind her and turned her around to face him.
"I don't care who you were before now."
He leaned in and kissed her lips. She looked at him in surprise.
"I've been wanting to do that all night," he whispered.
He grabbed the back of her head a pushed his lips hungrily against hers. Makoto moaned as he pushed her against the wall.
"Nephrite," she moaned.
She ran her hands down his chest and unzipped his pants. He groaned as he felt her stroke his most private area and slipped his tongue into her mouth as they continued to kiss. He pulled away and looked at her. They stared into each others eyes. Without a word, he took her hand and led her up the stairs.
...
Andrew couldn't believe his luck. After the party, Mina suggested they go back to her place and 'have a drink'. One minute they were just sipping wine and talking, then they were all over each other ripping their clothes off one another. He laid there in the darkness of Mina's bed. The sheets only covering their most private parts. She was sleeping next to him with her arms around him and her head resting on his chest. Her long blonde tangled and tickling his chest. He knew she was finally asleep from the sound of her breathing. Andrew frowned a little. (Why do I feel guilty?) He ignored his thoughts and closed his eyes.
...
They kissed all the way up the stairs and into his room. He put her down on the bed and laid on top of her. He put her arms above her head and held them with his hand while he kissed her neck. Makoto frowned.
"Nephrite, let me go."
He continued to kiss her.
"Nephrite," she said again sharply.
He stopped and looked at her.
"What?"
"Let go of my hands, now."
"I don't understand," he said.
She pushed him off her and got up. Nephrite frowned and tried to put his hand on hers. She moved away from him and wrapped her arms around her body.
"What's wrong? Was it something I did? Makoto?"
"I'm sorry Nephrite. Everything seemed so perfect up until now. I can't."
"What do you mean? Talk to me."
Makoto fixed the strap on her dress and sat back down on the bed.
"Intimacy isn't one of my strong points," she said and bit her lip.
"Why is that?"
Nephrite lifted her chin to look into her eyes. Makoto's lip quivered.
"Let's just say when it comes to sex I have a hard time understanding what it really means between a man and woman."
Nephrite took her hands into his and kissed each one of her fingers.
"I would never hurt you Makoto."
"How can you be sure?"
"Let me prove it to you," he said and kissed her gently.
She looked into his eyes and kissed him back. That was all the answer he needed. He pushed her gently onto his bed. The sheets moving around them. His fingers crept to the bottom of her dress and he slowly pulled the it up over her head and threw it on the floor. He looked at her naked body and became even harder than before. Makoto sat up and unbuttoned his shirt. Her soft hands letting the material go over his broad shoulders and letting fall to the ground. She kissed his lips while unzipping his pants. She caressed him slow and steady and he groaned with pleasure. He moved her hand and began to cover her body in hot kisses. He licked and sucked on her neck while rubbing her inner thigh. Makoto moaned in his ear and ran her hands in his hair. He moved down to her shoulder blades, still licking her soft, sweet, creamy skin. Her fingers were scratching his back. Finally, he made it to her luscious breast. With the tip of his tongue, he licked around the nipple.
"Nephrite...stop...teasing," she moaned.
He ignored her and put it in his mouth and played with it on his tongue. Makoto moaned even louder than before. He slowly worked his way to the other one and did the exact same thing.
"God, Makoto you are so sexy," he panted while kissing down her stomach and down to her most secretive part.
He slipped two fingers inside her and moved them in and out. Makoto's eyes rolled back as she moved with him. He removed his fingers and slipped his tongue in. Gently licking deeper into her over and over again while slowly picking up speed. Makoto screamed into the pillow to stop herself from going over the edge. Her body writhing under him. Nephrite grinned and stopped. Makoto looked up at him and scolded. He moved back up and gave her a kiss. This time full of love and passion. She flipped him over so that she was on top. She slid into him and began to bounce on top of him. Nephrite moaned and caressed her breast with one hand and grabbed her waist with the other.
"Oh... Nephrite!" she screamed.
She tightened around his shaft and Nephrite was soon over the edge. As he came, he moaned her name and Makoto shook from the impact. She fell down next to him. They both smiled, too tired to move and fell asleep in each others arms.
-WooWoo316 ;)