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Comfortable So there I was, stuck in traffic in some strange city, where people talked like Kiwis, surprise, and everyone drove on the wrong fucking side of the road. I honked my horn, eliciting a few very disgruntled glares. What the hell was wrong with the drivers here? As the line inched forward, I noticed that the speed of my travel was being caused by a group of teen-age girls fawning over someone who looked suspiciously like Ares from Xena, Warrior Princess. Dear God. Could this get any worse? Finally, I made it past the gaggle and zipped to my final destination, the corner of Wyndham and Nelson St. As I pulled into the driveway of the attractive two story house, I smiled. So like Viggo to pick the one building that looked like it was home to an artist. It was bright blue. And when I mean bright, I mean bright. I had to shade my eyes a little bit as looking at it in the full sunshine was hurting a little. There were flowers everywhere, which didn’t surprise me so much due to the city’s floral tendencies as the willow tree, shading most of the blooms. What a weirdo. I grabbed my ever trusty backpack and trudged up to the front door. Laura told me that the key would be one of four places. Under the mat, no luck. On top of the doorframe, still no luck. Tucked behind the mailbox, dammit. Or in the bottom of the leafy, purple flower pot. Great. Kneeling, I stuck my hand into the dirt and nudged as much of it aside as I could, mindful of the roots and blossoms. My hand touched a small metal object and I yanked it out as quickly as I could. Unfortunately, half the plant came with my hand. Shit. I pushed the plant back into its holding cell and straightened, groaning as the kinks in my knees straightened. I was so cursed with body parts. Arthritis at my age! Oh how my grandmother would scold. I unlocked the door and, after wiping the key off on my jeans, placed it on the table in the entrance. I immediately thought of that house in that one horrible movie with the beautiful entry, the gorgeous staircase, and the cozy rooms both to the left and right. It was a lovely house, I had to admit. Letting myself wander a bit, I found the kitchen and immediately made a bee-line for the fridge. Ahhh, Laura. Fully stocked I see. I grabbed a Pepsi and continued to explore. Up the stairs I went, softly humming a random Dropkick Murphy’s song for no apparent reason. My feet sank into the lush green carpeting on the floor and I looked, surprised, at the hallway in front of me. It didn’t look a bit like the rest of the house. More like a hunting lodge in Idaho. I chuckled. So Viggo, the old bastard. Opening the first door to my left, I smiled as I was assailed by Laura’s signature Orange-Ginger body lotion scent. Had to be her room. Not only could I tell by the clothes strewn everywhere, would Viggo honestly have a picture of Mark Renton on his wall? I certainly hoped not. I gave the bed a bit of a test bounce, looking around for any clues as to what my little girl was up to. I picked up a slip of material I took to be some random art project and laughed loudly to find it was a shirt. A very blue, very small shirt. Throwing it back to the floor, I ignored the images in my head of my friend in something like that. Not at all like the conservative woman who’d left the states only a month ago. There were the basics, of course. The Barenaked Ladies Discography. Swagger, of course. Couldn’t leave home without that. And what’s this? My Do or Die CD. That bitch! I scanned the rest of ‘her’ CDs and dug out my Phantom CD along with my Holst CD. Thinking about it a moment, I ran to my back pack and dug out a couple of her’s that I was returning. Jogging back up to Laura’s room, I stuck them in place of mine and left to explore what was behind doors number two and three. Door number two was an art studio. Pretty homey. Not too cramped; just the right size for a drawing session or a quick tumble. I chuckled. Yeah, Laura . . . tumble. Right! The last door was Vigg’s. I knew it was. I cracked it, just to make sure. Smelled like guy. Looked dark and broody like Vigg tended to make his bedrooms look. Not that I’d know ANYTHING about that, of course. Must be it. Content with my search of the upstairs, I headed back down, grabbing another pop for the trip to what I could only hope was the living room, full of tasty tasty DVD’s to watch until Laura came home. It was. So full . . . I sighed as my gaze slipped over the titles. I loved Laura’s collection. Much better than my own. But, then again, when you’re too busy making movies, you really haven’t got much time to watch them. Settling on All the Pretty Horses, I immersed myself in Matt Damon . . . and pretty horses. Four cans of Pepsi later, I was watching quite arguably the BEST scene in GoldenEye. ”Full speed!! Ram him!” “Mmmm Alec. I’d like you to RAM me!” I sighed as bond and Alec appeared on screen together. They really were devastating together. Damn my weakness for sexy, older Englishmen. I was so absorbed in my hottie ogling that I didn’t notice the door open. “Kat?” I heard Laura’s voice behind me and practically jumped off the couch, turning to her. “LAURA!!!” I bounded across the room and grabbed my friend. It had been at least a year since I’d seen her last and my, how she’d changed. I took in her tight jeans, skimpy shirt, and sexy new hair cut. She was turning into a little hussy! “You're early Kat!” I nodded, bobbing slightly with the excitement of seeing her. She sighed a little, and I wondered what could possibly be wrong with her. I was here wasn’t I? Was I suddenly not good enough for her? A giggled bubbled out of me. Such sarcasm Kat. Such sarcasm. She turned and went to the kitchen, also making a bee-line for the fridge. I cringed as she opened it and her jaw dropped. “Kat!” I shrugged slightly, taking a sip from the can I had in my hand still. I hopped up onto the island in the kitchen, swinging my feet slightly. "Yeah, I know I'm early, but there is a very good reason." She turned to look at me, holding a bottle of iced tea. "Really? And what would that be?" I beamed at her. "I have a job! Here! In New Zealand!” I grinned wider and did the patented Kat Victory dance, a la counter sitting style of course, and took another swig of Pepsi. "What do you mean you have a job?" I rolled my eyes. Sometimes, she could be so dense. "I've been hired as a horse trainer on some rich dude's ranch for about three weeks. It pays well, I can live here in Auckland with you, and the ranch is only an hour drive, which means you can come and ride too!" She looked happy at that part. I knew, deep down, Laura just wanted to be a cowgirl. It was in her soul, I guess. Always one ready for a race around the track, I think the only thrill ride she could stand was from the back of a horse. "That's great. How much are they giving you?" Again, I smiled and summed up my soon-to-be earnings to her. The thousand that paid for my ticket to come here, the $500 smart, crispy dollars a day per horse, and the $7000 closing payment. Holy shit, I’d was going to be rich really soon. No more poor Kat here! A frown slipped onto Laura’s face and my mental joy took a sharp turn. Something was obviously wrong with her. Something big. The only time I’d seen her so preoccupied in my presence was when she was dating the last prick. Oh no, boy trouble. Shit. “Hey, are you all right?” "I'm just . . . tired. The plane ride sucked and I didn't get much sleep last night. I didn't want to leave Wellington." She pushed the subject off but I wasn’t about to let it drop. "Really. Was there a particular reason? Or, did you just enjoy Vigg's company so much that you wanted to stay?" There, a little smile. Progress, at least. "Maybe . . . or maybe not. You'll just have to hold your breath and hope I tell you." She smiled a little larger now. I, of course the ever mature one, stuck my tongue out at her. She, as the ever present model of propriety in my life, blew a raspberry at me. We collapsed into giggles. "Laura? Are you in here?" My heart skipped for a moment as both of our eyes flew to the doorway, where a strong, manly, and strangely familiar voice drifted in from. Laura’s face lit up and she dashed out of the room. I hopped off the counter, finishing the last of my pop as I meandered by the fridge and grabbed the next one. Whoever it was must be special. I could hear Laura giggling from two rooms away. "Laura, why the hell did yu-" Oh shit. Before me . . . right there . . . three feet away . . . was Alec Trevelyn . . . was Sean Bean. I’m going to piss my pants. I just know it. I blinked. Together girl! No sense in looking like a moron! “Um, hi. I’m Kat.” I took a few, uncertain steps forward. I was able to shake off my shock for a moment to realize that he looked just as amazed as I felt. “Kat Thomas . . . right?” Oh SHIT. He KNOWS my name!! Cue head exploding in five . . . four . . . three . . . SNAP OUT OF IT!! "You're the horse trainer, who did Sleepy Hollow, aren't you?" I sighed. He knew my work. What a great dream this was. He stuck out his hand and took mine with fingers both strong and soft, a great combination if you ask me. “You probably don't remember this but I was actually on that set for a day. The way you handled those horses was amazing. You seemed to understand them." No, no I definitely don’t remember that. He blinked, and released my hand. I watched it sadly return to my side before my gaze became glued to his face once more. He was MUCH hotter in person. Dear god. I felt like I could drown in his green eyes, as full of passion and sexiness as they were. I sighed, which seemed to spark something in him. “I’m sorry, my name is-“ "Sean Bean. I know." I spoke immediately. Before I could stop myself, I spoke again. "I'm in love with Trevelyn." I, of course, instantly realized what I’d said and turned a bright shade of red. In a horrible attempt to cover myself, I babbled on even more. "I-I mean that you did a good-no great-job. He's my favorite movie character of all time." It got very quiet all of a sudden as our eyes remained attached to the others. God, he was beautiful. Absolutely, unbelievably beautiful. And he was here, right in front of me. Dear God. I vaguely noticed Laura edge her way around us and out the door, but I still looked at this living deity in front of me. He smiled then, so unexpectedly that I dropped my pop. It took me a second to realize what I’d done. “Shit.” I broke our little ‘staring contest’ then and dashed to the kitchen for some paper towels. When I’d returned, he’d picked up the can and waited patiently for me to mop up the mess. Holding the dripping mass, I rushed into the kitchen and dropped it in the trash. When I turned around, he was right in front of me. And I mean right. My nose hit his chest and I let out a little eep. He chuckled and the sound filled me with warmth I’d only imagined I’d feel one day. He reached around me, dropping the can in the sink. As he leaned back, his hand brushed my arm and I shivered unconsciously. I looked him in the eyes once more, finding in those pale green depths sucking me in once more. “Would it be overstepping the bounds to tell you that you’re absolutely enchanting?” I moaned a little, unaware of it even as his eyebrows shot up. “No, not at all.” It came out as a whisper, not exactly what I was aiming for. But then again, I supposed I couldn’t expect any better for the given situation. It was just a miracle I hadn’t grabbed him and started to make out with him. “Then,” he looked down at the space between us, taking a step closer to me and closing the gap. “I hope I don’t offend you if I tell you that I’d like to kiss you right now, very much.” I sighed. There wasn’t any room in my short-circuited brain for much else. Shaking my head slightly, I licked my lips, the small action drawing his gaze. He brought a hand up to my cheek and I almost melted right there. And I mean melt. There was an instant heat in my cheeks from that simple touch that begged to be kindled. He leaned forward then, brushing my lips with his own feather light, yet so sweet and promising I moaned again. He leaned back, watching my reaction. Oh, fuck it. I grabbed the back of his head and crushed my mouth to his, instantly receiving the same from him. I ran my tongue over his delicious lower lip, groaning in satisfaction as it dropped a fraction, allowing me entry into his mouth. His own tongue waged a battle with mine as soon as it got there, thrusting and pushing against my flesh. The heat was rising at an alarming rate, threatening to overtake my body and my soul. I didn’t care. I was kissing Sean Bean. And he was, as the Brits are wont to say, bloody brilliant. I felt his teeth grasp my lower lip and nip at it, causing a shudder and another groan from my throat. I heard his own in response and was suddenly struck with the thought that it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t close enough. My hand grabbed his ass, pulling him to my body. I whimpered in unbearable lust as I felt his arousal, strong and hard against my stomach. Holy hobbit hell hole. He was good. Oh, he was so good. With a gasp, he broke the kiss, breathing hard and looking for all the world like a ravaged man. I could only guess what I looked like. Face flushed. Breathing ragged. Eyes that spoke of an urge to fornicate as soon as possible. Just like him. He took a deep breath, controlling a desire I hoped with my whole being was the same as mine at the moment, and took a step back. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually go around doing that.” I chuckled under my breath and smiled up at him, regaining some composure. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I wanted it just as bad, if you couldn’t tell.” He looked up at me, his hair framing those gorgeous eyes, and smiled too. “Aye, I got that impression. However, I am sorry it was in such a . . . “ He looked around, trying to find a word to describe our environment. “Inauspicious?” “Thank you. You read my mind.” “Well, Mr. Bean. I believe our good friend Laura has left us to our own devices. Would you care to go find a place to eat and get a burger or something?” I grinned, happy with my American suggestion. He, however, smiled ruefully. “If you can settle for a café and a salad you have yourself a deal.” “Sounds good to me.” |
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