Monday, December 9, 2013

Chapter 73: Little Pleasures

  Warning: This chapter has lots of bad language, lots of bad behavior, and some adult content.  Read at your own risk!

  Ivory impatiently stood by her chair until Colin noticed, and with a sigh, pulled it out for her. She sat down gingerly, Colin, grumbling slightly, flopped down next to her.  Antheny, the head Chef, personally came over and handed them their menus.  "Mr. Colin, sir, I wasn't expecting you at our establishment tonight."  The Chef had a high strung voice to match his personality.  Colin found him f*cking annoying, and always had.

  "F*ck, you and me both Frenchie."

  Antheny's smile froze on his face.  "Well, then, it is my lucky night, is it not?" he asked nervously, his gaze bounced back and forth between Ivory and Colin.

  "F*ck, Frenchie, you're f*cking annoying the h*ll out of me, with your head f*cking bobbing around like a f*cking retard.  F*ck.  Go the f*ck away, and I'll f*cking let you know when we're f*cking ready."

  With a pained smile, and a slight bow, Antheny hurried away.  "You know him."  Ivory observed, as she looked through the menu. 

  Colin grunted.  "I have no f*cking idea why the f*ck you'd want to eat here.  Frenchie is a f*cking idiot, and not all that f*cking good at cooking either. This place is a f*cking waste of money if you ask me.  F*cking say that to Brae though, and he f*cking freaks out at me."

  "Brae?  Who's he?"  Ivory played the ignorance card, she was well aware of who Brae was, but Colin didn't know that she knew.

  "My brother."

  "Older or younger?" she questioned, she needed to get him talking about his family, and maybe he would let something slip that she could use.

  "Older, what the f*ck is this?  Twenty questions?"  He asked irritably.  He hated talking about his f*cking family, it was a guaranteed way to sour his mood even more, really f*cking fast.

  She glanced at him, above the menu she held, then went back to looking at it.  "It's called getting to know each other, that's what people do on dates."


  "F*ck.  Another reason why I don't f*cking date."

  "So, do you just have the one brother then?"

  "F*ck." He sighed.  His lips twisted.  "I have an older sister too.  What about you?"  He turned the question on her, d*mn if he was going to be the only f*cking person answering stupid a*s f*cking questions.

  Ivory kept it brief.  "I'm an orphan, no siblings.  I was raised by a woman who didn't want to be called mother, she has referred to herself as more like my sister when asked, even though she pretty much raised me."  The thought of Raven as a sister, let alone a mother, was grimly amusing, but she didn't let Colin in on her dark thoughts.

  "Lucky girl."

  Ivory chuckled, but it wasn't a nice laugh.  "Are your parents still alive?"

  Colin pretended great interest in his menu.

  Ivory prodded him.  "Parents?  Alive?"  Her tone was a little snarky, though she did try to reign it in.  She had known going in that he wasn't going to be the easiest target to get information from, even so she had not expected him to be so closed mouthed over the simplest of questions.

  "Despite the f*cking rumors going on around town, I wasn't f*cking born under a rock.  My f*cking parents are alive and well too." He answered, his tone short.

  "Ah."  Ivory was quiet, analyzing what he didn't say as much as what he did say, and the way he had said it.  There was something there, a family feud perhaps?  Maybe she could use that to her advantage, now if only she could find out what it was between him and his family.  "So you're not close to your parents."  It was more of a statement than a question, but she waited for his reaction anyway.

  Colin didn't even glance up from his menu, or respond.


  She glared at him, the a*s, he was being deliberately provoking by not answering her.  "It is polite to answer when a question is asked."  She said irritably.

  Colin looked up at her then, the very picture of innocence, except for the wicked gleam in his eye.  "Who the f*ck said I was polite?"  She clenched her teeth, and really could have quite cheerfully stabbed the as*hole right then and there.  "Besides that," he shrugged, ignoring the warning daggers sparking from her eyes, "I wasn't aware that was a f*cking question."

  "Are you always this difficult?"  She snapped.

  "I do my f*cking best." He said, with false modesty.  Colin grinned to himself, careful to keep all traces of his amusement off his face.  F*ck yeah, there was the f*cking viperess that he had first met, the one that f*cking looked like she could f*cking skin him alive, not that prissy polite thing she had been f*cking pretending to be.  The Viperess f*cking turned him on. 

  He was so in tune with her, he knew the exact moment when she she sensed the change in his thoughts.  Her anger turned to something else, something dark, and fiery.  Her silvery gaze scorched his skin wherever it touched. His body f*cking burned for her so badly that he just wanted to f*cking throw her on the table and f*ck her until she screamed out his f*cking name.  F*ck.  He glanced briefly at her as she deliberately and slowly put the menu on the table, and placed her hands on her lap.  He found it f*cking humorous that she wasn't f*cking looking at him now, but her twitching fingers betrayed her inner struggles.  She wanted to f*ck him too.  He couldn't wait to tap all that f*cking raw passion in her.  She just might f*cking kill him, but f*ck.  What a f*cking way to go.

    He signaled to Frenchie, then looked at Ivory.  "I'm f*cking ready to order, how about you?" he asked pleasantly, no hint of their passionate exchange in his voice.

  She narrowed her eyes at him.  "You're a f*cking as*hole."

  "So I've been told."  This time he did grin at her.

  She frowned at him, then returned to her previous subject, the smoldering look in her eyes caused him to shift uncomfortably in his seat.  He calculated in his head how quickly he they could f*cking eat and get back to her f*cking place.  Ten f*cking minutes?  Sh*t.  Who f*cking needed to eat anyway? Now to just f*cking convince her of that, he eyed her, then the table.  Who the f*ck needed a bed?  "You know, having a family is not such a bad thing." She said offhandedly.

  Just like that, she doused f*cking glacier water all over him. "I've been f*cking told that too." he responded sourly.

  "What about your kids?"

  "What the f*ck about them?"  He didn't want to f*cking talk about his f*cking family, or his f*cking kids, he wanted to f*cking talk about f*cking her on the table.  F*ck that, he didn't want to f*cking talk at all, action was more his thing.

  "You said you have three of them right?" He nodded. She picked up her menu again, she needed to keep her hands busy, or they would be reaching for him, the arrogant a*s.  "Is their mother still involved with them?  It is unusual to see a father raising the kids."  Ivory was determined to get some information out of him, and wipe away that smug expression off his face.  The as*hole, he made her feel all hot and out of sorts, itchy in her skin.  The wicked promise in his eyes wasn't helping her stay focused on her main target either.  She wanted...

  "You're ready Mr. Colin?"  Antheny interrupted her thoughts.  He pulled out a pen, and waited with anxious expectation.


  Colin ordered steak and potatoes, mostly because he knew it irritated the h*ll out of the French chef.  Ivory ordered Escargots de Bourgogne in perfect, flawless French. "You speak French?" Colin asked, surprised.

  "A little.  How about you, do you speak French?"

  Colin shook his head no.  "Not really.  I can f*cking understand most of it though, my mother is f*cking French.  However, I do speak some f*cking Chinese."

  Ivory looked at him skeptically.  "Let me guess, you can say 'Let's f*ck.' in Chinese?"

  Colin chuckled.  "F*cking close.  More along the lines of,  'You move too slow.'  Or, 'You too predictable.'  Or my f*cking personal favorite, 'You need more discipline, less anger.'"  Colin smiled briefly in remembrance.

"Who was she?  The one that taught you those Chinese words?"  Ivory was genuinely curious, she heard a note of affection in his voice, she was pretty sure that was a rare thing for him.  Maybe she could use this mystery girl?  She refused to name the underlining emotion she felt at the thought that the man sitting next to her could actually harbor some feelings for this unknown girl.

  "So sure it's a f*cking female are you?"  Colin asked her.  Ivory nodded her head yes.  "Wu, that is what I called her.  She was a f*cking amazing woman." 

  "I'm shocked."  Ivory replied, half kidding, half serious.  "Did I just hear you say woman and amazing together like that?  I didn't think it was possible."

  "Hey now." Colin complained.  "There are a couple of women I have actually f*cking enjoyed being with, f*cking liked them even.  Not many," he conceded, "but a couple."  One was an island girl, and the other was Wu, his instructor. Wu was in a f*cking class of her own, she was the only person to kick his a*s on a daily, weekly, even monthly basis, she had f*cking taught him a lot over those six months or so that he had been with her.  He didn't mention any of that to Ivory though.

  "Was your children's mother one of them?"

  Colin eyed her.  "F*ck, back to that are we?"  Ivory simply stared at him.  He sighed.  "F*ck no.  F*cking b*tches, all f*cking three of them.  And no, they are not a f*cking part of my life or the kids' f*cking lives.  Good f*cking riddance too."

  "They all have different mothers?  Did you marry all of them?"  Before Colin could answer, Chef Antheny placed their food before them.  He kept darting little nervous looks at Colin, but Colin ignored him.  Ivory took a bite of her meal.  "Mmmm, delicious." she declared.  The Chef beamed at her, before taking his leave.  Colin took a bite of his steak.


  "It still tastes like horsesh*t Frenchie!"  Colin yelled out.  He took another bite, chewed and swallowed, before taking another bite.

  Ivory watched him for a few moments, before asking, "What's with you and the Chef?  What I have tastes just fine to me."

  Colin looked at her with pity in his eyes.  "F*ck, I f*cking feel bad for wherever you've f*cking eaten at, if you think that," he pointed to her food, "f*cking tastes good.  It tastes like horsesh*t, his French food is f*cking worse than horsesh*t.  It's f*cking nowhere near as f*cking good as my mother's cooking."  Colin felt like f*cking beating his head with his f*cking fork.  Had he really just f*cking complimented his f*cking mother?  Sh*t.  

  "Really?" She said thoughtfully.  "Is that why you make the Chef so nervous?"

  Colin snorted.  "F*ck no.  He f*cking tried to tell me I couldn't f*ck this girl on the f*cking counters back in the kitchen.  I can't even f*cking remember her f*cking name. Anyway, I was right in the middle of f*cking her, and he f*cking comes in yelling and sh*t.  F*cking p*ssed me off.  What the f*ck?  I was f*cking busy!  So, I might have f*cking broken a few of his ribs, and his face, his nose, all while calling him a stupid a*s f*cker.  Brae f*cking came in, and got all f*cking bent out of shape.  He owns this f*cking place, well, he f*cking bought it for Morri, his wife."

  His phone started ringing, but Colin ignored it and took another forkful of food instead.  Ivory wondered at the slight hesitation when Colin had spoken his sister in law's name.  He was finally talking though, so she wasn't about to interrupt him with questions that might make him clam back up.  Some might think his subject matter a little inappropriate for a first date, but Ivory didn't.  She needed to keep him talking.


  "So," Colin continued,"there's f*cking Frenchie, bleeding all over the f*cking kitchen floor, Brae is f*cking hollering and sh*t, the girl's still f*cking bare a*sed naked on the f*cking counter, and Morri f*cking walks in to see what the f*cking commotion was all about."  Ivory noted the slight hesitation again, when he said his sister in law's name.

  Colin was reliving that day in his mind.  Morri, f*ck.  She'd f*cking blown a f*cking gasket.  He shouldn't have f*cked Morri the night before on that same f*cking counter.  It made her all f*cking possessive and sh*t.  He didn't even know why he had f*cked her.  He hadn't f*cking touched her in f*cking years.  She had just f*cking caught him by surprise.  He had snuck in late at night, thinking no one else would f*cking be around, so he could f*cking look around at his brother's latest f*cking acquisition without his f*cking brother breathing down his neck.

  Colin didn't even notice Ivory's scrutiny, he was too caught up in the memory of that night. Of Morri, who had been there at the f*cking restaurant all by her f*cking self. Of how she had f*cking dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants.  He had f*cking let her too, then he had f*cked her on the counter afterwards, with her screaming his name out.  Sobbing how she had f*cking loved him and sh*t.  She had never f*cking gotten over him, blah, blah, blah.  F*ck, she had been a f*cking mess.  The f*cking had left him feeling empty inside though, hollow.  He just didn't get the same f*cking thrill at nailing Brae's wife behind his back like he f*cking used to.

  With Morri's jealous screaming and sh*t, Brae's f*cking suspicious looks, and the as*hole laying on the floor, it had not been one of his finer moments.  He did what he always did when under pressure, he went on the f*cking attack.  "Well, to make a long f*cking story short, I was banned from this restaurant."

  The Chef reappeared, and took their plates, then he placed a couple more plates filled with food in front of them.  Ivory glanced at the chef, before turning her attention back to Colin.  "Compliments of the Chef, yes?"  The Chef beamed at her again, before disappearing.  Colin poked at the food on the plate in front of him with his fork, then took a bite.  Ivory didn't even look at the seafood in front of her.


  "Still tastes like sh*t Frenchie!"

  Ivory was staring at him.  "Are you seriously banned from this place?  Why didn't you tell me this before?  Why didn't the Chef throw you out?"

  Colin grinned.  "F*ck.  That as*wipe?  He wouldn't f*cking dare.  Nah, he probably f*cking called Brae as soon as we arrived, thinking that Brae would f*cking show up and make me f*cking leave; not that Brae could f*cking make me leave if I didn't f*cking want to leave."  Ivory sat up a little straighter, was her target actually on his way here?  That was good news indeed, and she need not get further entangled with the man sitting beside her.  His next words dashed her hopes though.  "F*cking retard.  He should have f*cking remembered that Brae isn't in town this f*cking week.  Brae probably told him to just f*cking humor me."

  "Will this cause some trouble between you two?"

 Colin laughed bitterly, then shrugged his shoulders.  "No more than usual.  Will he f*cking go all apesh*t on me when he f*cking gets back?  Probably.  My Dad will probably f*cking get on my case too, but f*ck.  I don't really give a d*mn.  I've been f*cking good tonight, on my best f*cking behavior and everything."  He winked at her, and his smile was wicked.  "I'm very good in fact, and I hope you're good about f*cking keeping your promises Angel."

  "Oh, I keep my promises Romeo, never fear."

  The ride to her house was quiet.  He drove, but he kept one hand on her, stroking the fever back into her body.  She reciprocated, using her hand to stroke the hard length of him through his pants.  Once at her house, he walked her up to her door.  She unlocked it, but instead of opening the door, she turned around, opened her mouth to say something, but before she utter a sound he had her pressed up against her door.

    "Invite me in."  He whispered, his arm snaked around behind her, cupping her a*s and bringing her in closer to his hardness.

  She didn't answer, but pulled his head down and kissed him.  She felt the jolt of their lips meeting down deep in her belly.  He deepened the kiss, pressing further into her body, their tongues mating.  She moaned, and grabbed at him, trying to pull him closer still.  She was drowning in flames.

  "F*ck." She heard him mutter, her only warning before she found herself suddenly lifted up, her back against the rough wood behind her.  She instinctively moved her body, trying to get closer still to him, seeking his heat.  "Let me in." he said hoarsely.


  She slowly nodded her head, a little hesitantly.   "A promise is a promise." she whispered huskily.  Colin lowered her body, inch by torturous inch, prolonging their contact as long as he possibly could. When her feet were back on the ground, she reached behind her for the doorknob, opened her door, and then promptly shut the door in his face.  He heard the unmistakeable click of the lock.

  Colin stared stupidly at the closed door for a few moments.  "What the f*ck?"  He pounded on the door.  "Ivory!" he yelled.  "F*ck.  Ivory open the f*cking door, I know you want to f*ck me just as bad as I want to f*ck you."

   Her voice was muffled, "Good night Colin.  Pick me up tomorrow night, I want to go dancing at that new club."

  Colin laid his forehead against the door.  "F*ck Angel, dancing? What about your promises?"

  He heard her husky chuckle through the door.  "I rewarded you with a goodnight kiss, and if you remember, I made two promises.  I promised I'm worth the wait, as I more than demonstrated just now, and I also promised you that I don't f*ck on the first date."

  Colin groaned.  "You are a f*cking cruel woman, Angel, I'm f*cking hurting here.  I think another f*cking kiss from you would make it all f*cking better.  Just f*cking open the door Angel, one tiny little f*cking kiss..."

  Ivory leaned against her door, fanning her face. "Go home Colin."  She meant it to be authoritative and firm, instead it came out weak and trembly.  The anger had faded from his voice, instead a soft seduction laced his words, as he told her in explicit detail exactly what he wanted to do to her.  "Open the door Angel.  Open the door..." 

  She moaned softly, he did not even have to touch her, his very words were stroking the fire inside of her hotter and hotter.  She burned from within.  Ivory touched her mouth, remembering the feel of his lips on hers, then she closed her eyes, fighting her weakness, but slowly losing the battle.

  Her hands moved of their own accord over her breasts, and down lower, past her belly, reaching for the part of her that ached the most.  She imagined it was his touch on her body, his fingers stroking her; her body thrummed with tension, she was so close, when she suddenly realized he had stopped talking.  Her hands fell away, and she listened intently for any sound that might be him.

  It was dead quiet, he had finally left.  "Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t." she cursed.  She was supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around.  "Sh*t."  Ivory kicked her heels off, and pulled her dress up and over her, leaving it in a pile on the floor.  She stripped off her bra and panties, leaving a trail of clothing behind her as she stomped towards the shower.  Ivory stepped under the frigid spray, the icy needles pounded her heated flesh.

  She now understood what possessed women to throw themselves at him, and why they couldn't seem to let go when he was done with them, when he was ready to move on to the next woman.  He had a charisma unlike none other that she had ever been around, and she had been around a lot of men.  She had f*cked a lot of them to, not one of her past experiences had taught her on how to deal with Colin.

  Raven had started her at thirteen, showing Ivory how to please herself while Raven looked on.   If Ivory ever misbehaved, in any fashion, Raven would bring in the wrinkled men who had loved Ivory's young flesh with a brutality that had made her bleed. Even that was preferable, to her, anything was preferable to the Chamber of Horrors.  The thoughts of her childhood did what the water could not, the desire left her, and she shuddered beneath the cold water.

  She couldn't let him get to her, she must be more on her guard.  She didn't understand why he was different, why when she was around him, she forgot all of what she was.  Why the thought of having sex with him, seemed almost...untainted.  She had never felt untainted, her hands were stained with the blood of dozens of men and women, faceless except in her nightmares... 

  Colin loudly cursed the icicles bombarding his body. "F*ck. F*ck. F*ck." he seethed.

 "This waiting thing f*cking sucks!"  He pounded his fists on the shower stall.  He needed colder water.  "Heartless b*tch." he muttered, as he dunked his head under the chilly spray.  "F*ck."  Why the hell was he torturing himself like this?  He had a black book full of names, one phone call was all it would take.  One f*cking phone call.  Instead, inexplicably, he found himself taking a cold shower instead.  "F*ck."

  What the h*ll was his f*cking problem?  Letting a f*cking female mess with his f*cking head.  Both of them, he thought sourly.  It had never really f*cking mattered before, who he f*cked, why the f*ck now?  Why the f*ck her?  He hit the wall a few more times, p*ssed at her, p*ssed at himself.  P*ssed off at everything.

  You too angry, too predictable!  You need more discipline!  Wu's gentle words came back to haunt him, rebuking his anger and his lack of discipline.  He hung his head, ignoring the cold water that ran over him in rivulets.  F*ck.  He had been acting too f*cking predictable, he would have to f*cking change that.  He would f*cking master his f*cking body, and if the b*tch thought she could f*cking scare him off, she had another f*cking think coming.  F*ck.  He was f*cking Colin Kahekili, afraid of nothing and no one; he f*cking kicked a*s.

 He smiled to himself as he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower.  Afraid?  Him?  F*ck no.  He wasn't a f*cking whipped p*ssy, f*cking scared of his own f*cking shadow.  F*ck.  He could f*cking take whatever the f*cking b*tch threw at him, and then some.  F*ck.  "Bring it on b*tch."


  "You brought me here because you're still f*cking pissed about that club."  Colin said flatly.

   "What utter nonsense, I got over that several weeks ago." 


  Colin turned and glanced at her briefly, before turning back to stare at...nothing.  "Yeah, right." he said skeptically.  "You f*cking enjoy trying to come up with new ways to f*cking torture me.  Complete and utter f*cking boredom must be your new f*cking tactic."  They had been dating now for five weeks, four days, six hours, and twenty four minutes.  Not that he was f*cking keeping track or anything. 

 "Well, you did cheat."  she informed him loftily.  "Buying that dance club and kicking everyone out so that we were the only two in there, was definitely cheating."

  "It was a f*cking good investment of my f*cking money, that's all."  He grinned as she playfully smacked him.  He leaned his head on his hand again and sighed heavily.  The woman was driving him f*cking nuts.  They f*cking did everything together, like a regular old f*cking married couple.  Groceries.  Clubbing.  Parking.  He grinned at that memory.  Skydiving.  Biking.  Walking the beach.  Sometimes they would just sit and f*cking watch stupid a*s comedies on television, or worse, f*cking chick flicks.  He was sure she just watched them to f*cking torment him.  He f*cking took her shopping too.  F*ck, he bought her whatever the f*ck she wanted, money meant nothing to him.  His f*cking family had so much f*cking money, he could never f*cking spend it all, even if he f*cking tried.

  They even f*cking sparred with each other, once she had f*cking realized he wasn't a p*ssy, that he knew martial arts.  He had soon figured out how she got her f*cking tight a*s and f*cking toned body, and it wasn't from no f*cking exercise tapes either.  The woman was a f*cking menace, with her left hook kicks, and f*cking jabs to the throat.  And the f*cking way she caressed a f*cking knife, made him f*cking wish he was the f*cking knife...  He sighed again.

   She was f*cking quick too, he'd give her that, he just f*cking happened to be a tad bit faster than her.  F*cking p*ssed her off too.   She'd f*cking try anything to f*cking distract him. The f*cking cheat, bending and twisting her f*cking body in front of him like that, with that f*cking knowing look on her f*cking face, making her f*cking t*ts strain against her f*cking shirt...the memory of it made him shift uncomfortably, again.  F*ck.

  He would f*cking pin her down then, the f*cking she cat, she would f*cking buck and hiss at him, claws f*cking extended, and sh*t.  It would f*cking turn him on, her f*cking squirming under him, the f*cking heat in her eyes, her silky skin and soft breasts, the simmering air, the smell of her in his nostrils.  Suddenly the fight would f*cking leave her, and she would f*cking lie under him so still, panting, her f*cking eyes wild like a silverhawk, and he would f*cking get lost in them, those quicksilver eyes of hers.

  F*ck.  It was a pansy a*s f*cking thing to do, but he couldn't ever f*cking help himself.  Suddenly they were f*cking sparring in a different way, f*cking kissing, and touching, and f*cking stroking each other, until they were both in a f*cking frenzy, ready to f*cking claw at each other.  Then inexplicably, he would f*cking pull away before he actually f*cked her, leaving them both f*cking unsatisfied. Him.  He shook his head, bemused.  What the f*ck was the world f*cking coming to?  He was f*cking impressed with himself though, f*cking mastering his body like that, but he was also getting f*cking tired of taking f*cking ice showers.

   "F*ck, Angel, why the f*ck are we here?"  He just wanted to f*ck her so badly, and he couldn't f*cking figure out why the f*ck he hadn't done so yet.  What the h*ll was wrong with him?

  "We're people watching."

  He rolled his eyes.  F*ck.  "That would f*cking make some sense Angel, if there were any f*cking people about to watch.  F*ck."  He shook his head.

  She pushed him down onto the grass, and straddled him.


  "Are you f*cking bored Romeo?" she teased him, as she rubbed her body against his.  "Your body is telling me something different."  They hadn't had sex yet, to her shame it was Colin that always pulled back, leaving her unfulfilled and frustrated, all for some unfathomable reason known only to him.  She had hoped for a glimpse of his brother here, he was known to come this way quite often, and with Colin here, she could have angled for a introduction.  She was glad that Brae never showed, though she should be upset.  She was running out of time, but every moment she spent with Colin, made her crave him more, and even worse, she found she actually liked...him.  She knew she should push forward with her agenda, she had a job to do after all, but she wanted to put it off indefinitely.

  It had all started out as a game, a lark, with clear rules and objectives, but somewhere along the way they had started to blur for her.  The game was starting to feel less like a game, and more real, and raw.   She was not meant for happiness, for purity, for love, she knew this, Raven had seared that into her heart so long ago.  Just once though, just this once, she wished for more.  She wished for more with this man, and it p*ssed her off, even as it saddened her that it was not meant to be.   It p*ssed her off that she was no more immune to his charms than any other woman.  It saddened her because sometimes she thought she saw a glimpse of something more in his eyes.

  Ivory refused to put a word to that glimpse.  If she did not name it, then it would not be.  Naming it would give it power, make it real, and it needed to stay in the shadows, the shadows of fantasy, and wished for childish dreams.  She placed her hand over his chest, she could feel the beating of his heart beneath her palm, she could feel his steady gaze on her face, but she did not look at him.  Instead she watched her hand glide over his smooth, warm skin.  Lust yes, lust was good to feel, it made sex more enjoyable,  No, she didn't want at all, it would only make things worse.  More painful.

  She hated the intense longing in her, her weakness, it left her feeling vulnerable, and naked.  She met his eyes, and in them she saw the answering call of her heart's desire.  He saw too much, she cared too much, it was all just too much.  His hand stroked her outer thigh, reaching her hip and waist, and tugging her closer to him.

  Could she do what must be done?  If she had to, could she rip his heart out of him, without ripping hers out in the process?  Why him?  Why now?  If Raven ever thought Ivory wavered in the slightest little  That horror was too much to contemplate.  She was trapped, with no way out that she could see, hopelessness fell upon her like a heavy cloak.

  Colin stirred beneath her, as if he sensed her heartbreaking thoughts, and he pulled her down until she laid on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around her.  She closed her eyes, and let his warmth encircle her, breathing in his maleness and strength.  For just a little while, she would let her weakness show.  He didn't say a word, but the tightening of his arms spoke volumes to her.  He cared too, and it made it all the worse, that knowing.

  They laid there like that for what felt like hours, before wordlessly getting up and heading for his car.  The ride to her home was silent, she let her head rest against his shoulder as he drove.  Once to her house, she unlocked the door, and headed for the kitchen, intent on finding something to make them for dinner.  Colin followed closely behind her.

  Before she could reach the fridge, he grabbed her from behind, and spun her around to face him.  He bent his head, and kissed her softly at first, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed herself into him.  With a groan, he deepened the kiss, and pushed her up against the kitchen table.  She pulled his shirt off, and reached for his pants, unbuttoning them, and pulling down his briefs.  His pants and briefs fell to the floor in a heap, he barely noticed that he now stood naked in front of her, he was too busy yanking her dress up, above her hips, and ripping her panties off.


    A tidal wave of intense pleasure crested over them, Colin hoarsely called out her name as she screamed his.  She clawed at his back as he emptied all of himself inside her.  Their passion spent, he gathered her close to him, and rested his chin on top of her head.  She trembled in his arms, still feeling the after affects of their lovemaking, the glow of...something warm, maybe even contentment.  She knew then, things had changed irrevocably between them, and would never be the same.  She would never be the same.  He reached inside her like no one ever could, and made her feel again.  Fear tightened her throat, fear of what the future held for them.

  For the first time in his life, Colin was f*cking afraid.  Afraid of what this one woman made him f*cking feel.  He f*cking never lost control.  F*cking never.  Yet he f*cking lost control with her, f*cking felt like he was going to f*cking have a heart attack.  F*ck.  He had buried his body deep inside her softness, and...f*ck.  He could feel himself stirring, he f*cking barely survived the first time with her, and here his body was f*cking ready for round two?  D*mn.  He felt Ivory smile against his chest as she felt his interest gaining enthusiasm.

  He kissed the top of her hair.  F*ck.  He was even feeling f*cking sentimental and sh*t.  What the h*ll kind of spell had she f*cking put on him?  He f*cking wanted to protect her sexy a*s, from whatever the f*ck haunted her.  Sh*t.  She snuggled in closer to him, and to his horror, he found not only did he f*cking like it, but his f*cking arms hugged her tighter to him.  F*cking traitorous body.  She pressed soft kisses on his chest, and he groaned, before hauling her a*s up and giving her a f*cking proper kiss.  "Fuck." he said, when the tender kiss ended.  "Usually I f*cking have more finesse than that."

  "You didn't hear me complaining, quite the opposite in fact."  Ivory murmured.   They were destined for grief and heartbreak, but she couldn't find it in herself to care right now.  She would just take things day by day, enjoying whatever time they had together.  Maybe, just for a little while, she could just be Angel, and he could just be Romeo, just two ordinary people, enjoying each other.  All too soon, Raven would be back, and their time would be over, she would have to be Ivory again, and he would have to be Colin Kahekili again.  Her target's brother.  She trailed kisses along his jawline, pushing thoughts of Raven and the future out of her mind.  "If you feel so badly about it though, I'll let you make it up to me."

  She felt his rumbling laugh.  "As you wish Angel."  He scooped her up into his arms, and kissed her lightly on the nose, before striding into her bedroom.

  He gently laid her down on the bed, and stared at her in wonder.  She was just so f*cking perfect. He was so f*cked.


Notes: Tada!  How the mighty have fallen, and fallen hard, lol  I almost feel bad for him, knowing what I have planned, haha!  Okay, I do feel bad for him, because of what I have planned.  Funny thing about plots, I had this all figured out when Colin was a child, and it seemed easy enough to write...then, lol  In practice, while I'm trying to write it, I think to myself, why oh why did I ever complicate things so much?!

  I do love a complicated plot though, one of the biggest reasons why I love the show Once Upon A Time, they even have a family tree worthy of sims!!!  lol :P

  More backstory on my version of Ivory---sorry Ivory! :(  Raven is an awful person, and Ivory has good reasons for fearing her, and doing whatever Raven tells her to do.  Neither Colin nor Ivory were prepared for that little emotion, haha.  That little emotion just might cause some big problems...

  Fun fact---the diners in my first scene, some of them were actually Raven's cohorts from Reilly's generation.  I just repurposed them. =)  Nothing nefarious with that either, I just needed it to look like there were actually other people sitting there and eating, lol

  Also...I hate the phones.  Stupid things, always ringing when I'm in the middle of shooting a scene---

  A big thank you and *hugs* to the people who read through this chapter before I posted it, you were a big help, and I really appreciate your thoughts and suggestions. =)

  Thank you for reading!! =D


  1. D'aww. It was perfect, Nirar. Very well written, I loved it. It's so strange seeing Colin fall off a cliff like this! I somehow doubt Raven is going to let this carry on long, though. Ivory's going to have to perform her mission. Can't blame her for wanting to enjoy him while she has him, though, right? It's just going to be so much harder for them both when it ends.

    And Colin! Going celibate for five whole weeks? That stunned me! Indeed, they do fall hard, don't they? Can't wait to see what happens next. Well, I can wait, because I don't want 'it' to happen :-/

    1. Thanks Misty! It is strange seeing Colin in this state---it's good for him though, lol Character building! :P Once Raven comes back, things are bound to turn ugly!

      5 weeks celibate was a new thing for him, that's for sure. He didn't want anyone else though. =)

  2. Colin really has fallen badly hasn't he? I dread to think what's going to happen when Raven returns though - she's sure to be furious that Ivory has feelings for him and will probably want to use those against the pair of them.

    1. Oh yeah, he's fallen hard, lol So has Ivory though, neither one were expecting the other, and Raven is not going to be pleased at all...

  3. Whoa. Ivory's past is a really tough one! Wow. Just makes Raven all that more evil and awful.

    Oh Colin! How the mighty have fallen... into like. lol. That one really got me. How they're both so terrified of getting close to anyone or might get hurt, and then here they are liking each other. Colin acting as a boyfriend is something I would pay to see. I just can't picture him on the couch scowling away at a sitcom. Though you've got to give him credit for putting up with it that long. And credit to her for making him wait that long. I'm sure Ivory had to pull out all the stops to make it that far! Now. Just how much longer will it take for her to either spill the beans, or manage to meet his family?

    1. Yeah, Ivory had a terrible childhood, poor girl.

      That's it exactly, they are both really wounded, and afraid of getting close to anyone, but now they find they really like each other...

      Haha, I had fun picturing Colin sitting on the couch watching Sweet Home Alabama, or some other chick flick, especially since he swore he would never see another one (after that date with Natalie) but Ivory has changed his mind on lots of things. She has a way of speaking to him, lol

  4. Ah, Colin has finally fallen. I love the dynamic of their relationship. I'm looking forwardt o seeing what you have planned for them!

    1. Thanks Cali! Hopefully I can write it the way I see it in my head, lol :P

  5. Poor Colin and Ivory. For the first time Colin actually cares about a woman, but it's pretty clear it won't be able to last, Raven waiting for Ivory to successfully complete her mission and everything.

    That scene where Ivory locked Colin out was priceless! Colin thinking he was getting somewhere only to be rejected. >.< And the scenario you described about why Colin is banned from that restaurant was also brilliant! I really loved those two scenes in particular.

    1. Thanks! That scene in the restaurant was not planned, it just came out as I was writing. I even debated about cutting it out, but in the end kept it, so I'm glad that you liked it. =)

  6. **She just might f*cking kill him, but f*ck. What a f*cking way to go.** - I almost died at that bit, and that was waaaaaay up at the beginning!

    Ok, I love this soooo much! Colin being a boyfriend? Colin pulling away instead of initiating sex? Colin *making love*?! :O

    When she shut the door in his face... LMAO! I could see it like a movie in my head! Just brilliant! Poor Colin.

    I love Colin so much. Please don't break his heart :'(
    That said, I do want to see what happens, so I guess you'll have to break him :(

    1. Haha---that would be his preferred way to die! :P

      I may or may not have been smiling when I wrote the shut the door in his face scene. =D From the very beginning, their relationship is way different than anything he's ever known, that whole word---wait---it wasn't in his vocabulary until he met her, lol

      I love Colin too. :(

  7. whoa *blank stare*...Excellent chapter!!

    Seeing Colin's transformation like that had me speechless. It's like she broke him in. :O

    Raven...perfect name for her lol. Wow she's scary. I feel sorry for Ivory. I guess they better enjoy the moment indeed like she said.

    *Does kartwheels* Yippee I caught up! I need more :|

    1. Thank you Nicky!

      Not broke him per se, she's just making him grow a bit as a person. =)

      Yay for catching up! Hopefully things are finally slowing down a bit in RL---so I can get back to writing! Thanks for reading! =)