Breath Taker

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IC:

Elliot Thompson:

Elliot sat in a terminal of O'Hare airport, waiting for his mother to deboard. Two years had passed and not a word shared between them, until two weeks ago, when he called her, and asked her to come. She had come a long way for the visit. He had let her believe it was under the pretence of just wanting to see her again, but what it really was to be, was a reckoning, at least for him. She had some things to account for. He looked at his fancy wrist watch and set his jaw.

It was then that he saw the growing speck in the sky through the tall windows at his side. It was her plane, coming in for a landing. Standing up, and brushing out the wrinkles in his Armani suit, he made his way over to the archway she would soon be coming out of.

Melinda Thompson

He had called me out of the blue. But my sixth sense had told me it was coming or had something else told me. I had been having weird things happen all week long before he called and when he did I realized why they had been happening. They had happened as a child when he would think of me. I would find myself rubbing my body and becoming aroused. I would fight it as best I could going to my knees and praying repeatedly for salavtion that would ease the feelings but the next day they would come back stronger and more insistent.

Finally after the call was over I no longer woudl feel those things and I was glad assuming god had answered my prayers, little realizing it was because he was no longer thinking of me, my son that is.

As my plane was coming into the airport I could feel it again, Oh gawd no not here please. I was gripping the seat so tight beside me the man that was sitting there thought I was scared and he looked over at me and held my hand little realizing he was making it worse by touching me. Finally the pnae landed and we could stand up I found myself looking at the crotches of the men as they stood wanting to feel them inside me. I emerged from the plane and there he was my son. Gawd he was handsome and I was no longer feeling that lust. He moved closer to me and hugged my to him kissing my cheek as he remarked,"Mother you are looking as delicious as always." I blushed and remarked," Stop that Elliot you are my son."

Elliot:

"Of course, mother, sorry." Elliot said, but the way he said it made it obvious that he was not, he felt very much like a cat toying with a mouse. "How was your flight? Here, let me help you with that." Elliot asked as he reached out and took her carry on suit case, his palm brushing over the back of her hand as he did. "You must be tired, and hungry, boy, a six hour, you really do love me..." He said with a chuckle. "We'll go get the rest of your luggage, then I'll take you out to eat, how does that sound?"
Elliot was letting the questions and comments flow in a rush, it was what he always did with her... Finally he was silent as he stood before her, looking into her eyes.

Cat and Mouse

It had been a long flight and I let him take over as I always did when he was near me. I was always lenient with him. He was a cursed child and now a man and I had to be soft because his life was going to get harder. As he touched my hand and then palced his hand at my back to help me along I barely registered these as touches that should not have come from him. But he looked older then his 20 years and he was dressed well and he was taking care of himself so she didn't badger him.

"Yes Elliot it was a long flight and I am a bit hungry, they always feed you those appetizer meals on the planes. Not like in firt class and I wasn't going to fly first class like you told me to because that is such a waste of money." He listened to me bable on about the cost of things and starving children always the little helper I was wanting to save the world. Save my child from what he was going to be facing. "Of course I love you Elliot you are my beloved son." We got to the luggage carousel and they were off loading our things. It always amazed me that my stuff always came out first. It was like God had blessed me and He didn't want me to have to wait around.

"Oh dinner would be lovely," I smiled at him as he lead the way to his car. A low slung sports car that was jet black and looked powerful and extremely expensive,"ELLIOT Thompson! What have I told you about frivolous spending? Have you been saying your prayers and going to church like youa re supposed to?"

Elliot:

"Ma, you know I have the money, why do you call it a waste of money? I would have been more than happy to set you up in first class, you know I never read anywhere in the bible that its a sin to fly first class..." Elliot joked, flashing his mother a winning smile as they stood before the luggage carosel. "Beloved son..." He thought, for a moment, his eyes flashing coldly as he looked away from her toward her suit case as it came strolling around the carosel toward them. "You wouldn't lie to your son about what he is if he were beloved." He thought to himself, not realizing that he was letting the sudden iciness of his feelings touch her briefly.

Clearing his mind of those thoughts, he looked up at her, his blue eyes twinkling. "I have reservations for three at a very fancy restaurant, oriental cuisene, we'll make it just in time too." He said as they made their way out to his car. He was about to tell her how good it was to have her here when she spoke his name in THAT way she did when she disaproved of something. Gritting his teeth at the admonation she gave him, he locked eyes with her, a flash of anger in them. He opened his mouth and was about to tell her off venomously when he saw the surprise in her eyes.

He took his keys out and pressed the button to pop his trunk. Turning his head away, he started to put her luggage away. "Get in, we don't want to be late." was all he could trust himself to say to her at that moment."

Melinda

I flinched almost physically when he glared at me and then he walked to the trunk and all but through my luggage into the car. Not bothering to pen my door he merely pressed a button and the locks clicked open. I opened my own door and climbed into the car. Rich leather engulfed my body and I held my tongue realizing he was already angry with me.

"Dinner for three?" I finally asked as I looked at him. He was busy getting the car into gear as he backed out and didn't answer me right away. "Do you have a mouse in your pocket, because I don't think I am that big. that you would have to make two reservations just for me alone."

The muscle along his jaw was working double time I knew that hard look in his eyes and I quickly just stopped talking and he began to drive through the city. I was feeling dread in the pit of my stomach and it was getting worse thae angry he got. It was like his anger was making me ill. I held my stomach as he continued to drive and then finally he spoke.

Re: Melinda

Elliot:

Shifting his eyes to look over at his mother while they drove in silence, a pang of sadness washed over him at the sight of her. Her fear shown through the mask she tried to hold over those age old emotions. It was a horrible thing to know your mother was afraid of you... She finally broke the silence, but the irrational rage he felt kept him silent for a few moments longer.

His anger melted away as he weaved through the traffic all around him with ease. While he pulled over into the right hand lane, he caught his mothers eye. "Yeah, I was kinda trying to keep it as a surprise, we're going to meet with my girl friend at the restaurant. I hope you don't mind. I am going to ask you right now though, when you see her, please, mom, please keep an open mind, okay?" He watched her give him a curious look at that and added. "Oh, its nothing bad, not really, no, just... Well, I know how you are about... Other religions..."

That Dread feeling...

You know that feeling you get when your stomach fees uncomfortable and you feel incredibly sick to your stomach and you dont' know why. You are sweating and you feel clammy all over and then it suddenly dissipates as if it weren't even there. That is what Melinda was feeling until Elliot finally spoke to her. She took a deep breath thankful for the A/C cooling off the car as that sick feeling left her as if it were never there. I lifted my head finally and Looked at him and swallowed as he watched me.

"I see, and is she not religious?" My voice shook slightly and I reched for my handbag and withdrew a hanky and patted my face and neck a bit as I then stated. "Elliot you know how I feel about those other religious. They are not the true believers and their ways could cast you into the pits of hell." I shivere as I thought about my beloved son being what he was.

He reached out and took my hand his own a strong grip and he brought it to his lips I watched him as he did it and he began to caress my skin with his tongue and then he suckled my knuckle into his mouth as if he were absently thinking about what I was saying. His touch and kiss were so like a lovers it immediately eased me and I closed my eyes as I felt his breath along my skin. He always had done that even as a child. It was like a dream and so it was a dream He had actually only taken my hand and kissed it then put it back in my lap. He looked at me and smiled.

Elliot:

As he kissed her hand, Elliot watched his mother's eyes closely. He noticed her eyes dialate, and her lips part, and her nose flare with a soft inhalation of breath. He knew how he it had affected her, but did not say a word about it. After he'd kissed her hand, Elliot smiled at her. "Mom, she's not going to cast me down to hell... She's a christian too, she just... Well, she just practices it a little differently than you do... Thats all." He pulled into the parking lot for the restaurant as he talked, pulling up to the front of it. Stopping the car he looked over to his mom again. "Valet parking." He gave her a grin as one of the restaurant attendee's came around to her door and opened it for her. Another came to his door as well, and he gave the young oriental man his key's.

As we pulled up to the restaruant and he spoke I looked at my door as it was opened. I blinked at the young man extending his hand to me to let me out. I climbed form the vehicle and smoothed down my skirt. Moving a few steps away from the car Elliot moved back towards me and took my elbow and began to lead me inisde.

Being greeted by the Maitre d' Elliot nodded his head and smiled.
"Ah yes, Messier Thompson so wonderful to see you again. Miss Eldon is waiting for you at your usual table." I turned to look at my son and arced a brow. Usual table? Elliot nodded to the MD and walked me towards the table. He never relaeased it as he lead me there.

There seated in a tight fitting spandex red dress was a young woman. Her hair was long and the dres accentuated her figure to perfection. She stood up when Elliot and I approached and I looked her over slowly and then looked at Elliot and shook my head. "Firey hell at that." Was all I said.

The young woman looked between us with a puzzled look and she smiled at me. "Mrs. Thompson so glad you could come and visit my darling Elliot. He has been talking so much about you and how he wanted you to come and visit. I hope your flight was pleasant enough." She moved against Elliot as he released my elbow and slid a hand along his chest and kissed his cheek.

Her leg lifted and slid along his cock and her hand slid inside his jacket. He turned at me and smirked as she began to rub her groin against his hand. Here in the middle of the restaraunt. The people were staring lewdly at her as she moaned and rubbed harder. I blinked and coughed as the scene went back to the way it really was with her merely having kissed his cheek and then taken her seat as Elliot pulled out my own chair and then sat between us.

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Elliot:

Not acknowledging his mothers comment at first, Elliot went to stand at Torie's side. He locked eyes with his mother again as Torie leaned in to kiss him, subconciously toying with her mind. Once they were all seated, Elliot reached a hand out and ran it up and down along Torie's forearm. "I missed you today." He whispered, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek in return.

Turning back to look upon his mother, Elliot smiled a little. "Mother, are you okay? You seem as though you're off somewhere else." Snapping his fingers, Elliot summoned a waiter. "Perhaps a drink would do you some good?" He asked, turning to glance at Torie. "What do you think? Dom Perion, honey?" The waiter stood patiently between Elliot and his mother, and back a step.

Torie smiled at Elliot as he caressed her ar and she slid a hand along his as she looked into his eyes,"mmm I missed youa s well baby." As he turned to talk to his mother I looked over at her as well. She ws a stunning woman and very attractive I was a bit surprised by how young she looked and that she seemed to be so alluring without realizing. They seemed like Fire and Ice.

When he turned and smiled at me suggesting champange I nodded and lifted his hand to my lips. He was such a beautiful man and so wonderful to me. His manerisms and his body were an intoxicant to me. I was head over heels in love with him.

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I watched my son flirt with his girlfriend a bit and then when he spoke to me I blinked slightly and looked him the eye after I nodded a few times,"yes it must be the flight I guess I am a little more tired then I thought I would be. " My eyes moved over his girlfriend as he snapped his fingers and the waiter suddenly appeared I watched as he flagrantly flaunted his money. I shook my head but he wasn't looking at me now as he turned back to the girl that was his girlfriend.

Elliot:

"Only the best for you sweety... A bottle of Dom Perion please, and three glasses." Elliot said as he looked over to his mother. "You will drink with us won't you mom? I mean, it would be a shame to let any of it go to waste, after all."

Melinda

I sat thwere and watched them as he played up to her, didn't sehe see him for what he was? I knew and I would save him. I would make him god's one and only creature. As he order the three glasses I sighed as he asked if I would share in it with them. "Alright Elliot since it is my first visit to see you and it is a sort of celebration." She capitulates and then pulls the napkin into her lap as the waiter arrived with the bottle and the three glasses. My head spun with thoughts of how to get them apart.

"So what sort of church do you attend Torie?" My voice piped up as I watched them there cooing at each other. Elliot gave me a withering look that I ignored and I watched Torie for her apparenlt response.

She laughed softly and palced her hand to Elliot's arm,"it is alright baby you did tell me she would ask and I am not ashamed." Torie looked at Melinda and shook her head in the negative."I do not attend church Mrs. Thompson. I do not believe in god as the christian per se do....I believe in the old paganology and that all things plants and animalshumans we all live a delicate balance of power and if that power shifts more then it should then we will have famine or plague or some so called 'religious' holocaust and everything will be briught back to an even keel."

Re: Melinda

Elliot:

His expression softened as Torie reasured him it would be alright, but as she laid it all out for his mother to hear, he reached out and took the bottle of Dom Perion from the waiter, and with a nod, sent him away. Standing, he finished the job, the satisfying pop of the cork marking the end of Torie's statement of her personal beliefs. Turning Torie's glass upward, he poured her half a glass of the bubbling liquid. Then he poured for his mother, and finally, himself. Settling the bottle in the center of the table, inside a bucket full of ice, he took to his seat again. Lifting his glass to his lips he looked over its rim from Torie to his mother. "A toast... To the two most important women in my life." He said, offering his glass out, to the two of them to klink.

Melinda

I listened as the little slut spoke her piece getting more and more upset by the minute, didn't she realize the hell she was taking my son too!? He was half evil and with her lust and her body she was going to make that evil part more pronounced. I looked at her and then watched my son pour out the libations and then make his toast. I moved my glass up but didn't touch it to his. I took a small sip of the bubbly wine and watched as the two of them clinked glasses.

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I watched his mother for her reaction to my statement and shook myhead at her nasty look. She was a religious woman and I knew about most of them and their high moralistic values. I shuddered at the thought of poor Elliot having had to grow up with a mother like that but he seemed to love her and I loved him so I wouldn't cause waves. As the champagne was poured and Elliot made the toast I touched his glass with my own and then took a long deep drink of giggling slightly as the bubles tickled my nose. "Mmmm And to my favorite man whom I will always love."

Re: Melinda

Elliot:

Elliot clinked glasses, and drank as Torie did. He locked his eyes upon his mother as he drank half the glass he had poured himself. She took a dainty sip as he watched her. Torie ended the silence with a giggle and a return toast. He broke his stare to smile her way. "Mother, if you could only see her the way I see her..." He said bare above a whisper as he reached out to touch Torie's soft cheek.

Call me Arron

::He waved his waiter over, having been browsing the menu for what he would eat tonight, and when the waiter came over he placed his order then ordered a nice red wine to go with it. Offering a final nod, he waved the waiter away and reached into his pocket for his glasses.

With his fourty two year old vision ready for reading, he opened his file and started to jot down some things. As he heard the glasses of the table across from him klink as the occupants toasted, he looked up and smiled. In truth he was there because of the people at the table, or at least one of them, but he was there to eat and observe.

Looking over his file again, he ran his fingers over names stopping at Melinda, grabbed a older picture of her, then looked up and watched her for a moment comparing the picture to her now. Making himself look as though he was merely thinking, he watched her then wrote some things down in his file. Roughly 5 foot 6 inches, maybe ??? pounds -Heh what am I crazy to write down a weight?- longer brown hair.

The other girl he reasoned must be Elliot's new girlfriend. Yes, this man was here to watch Elliot. He had been doing so since he found Elliot a few years ago. Simply watching and documenting everything he had done. Elliot was indeed "different" from other people. It was Arron's job to document these differences and keep tabs on Elliot and his activities.::

I watched him as he carssed her cheek and I finished off the champagne in one swallow. I hadn't ever done anything like that and the bubbly wine burned my throat. I was increasingly feeling uneasy and completely unlike myself.

I covered my unease as I rose to explain I needed to go to the restroom. I climbed to my feet and grabbed up my purse. Torie rose to and said she would show me the way. I shook my head and arced a brow,"I am quite capable of findinfg my own way." It came out a bit harsher then I intended but then this slut was taking my son to hell.

I turned and walked away as Torie resumed her seat and she shrugged at my son and shook her head. "She doesn't like me Ellie. I know I know you said to understand how she was, but I think she is jealous of me. Isn't that odd?"

Elliot:

"Jealous? What do you mean?" Elliot asked Torie as he watched his mother walk away. "What does she have to be jealous of? Maybe I should go talk to her..." Torie slipped her hands around his arm then to stay him. He understood, and so he sat back in his seat and stayed with her, but his mind drifted to his mother again.

In the women's room, Melinda stood in front of a mirror and let the water run cold, splashing a hand full upon her cheeks. There was movement behind her, and when she looked up she saw Elliot's image in the mirror, standing behind her. He gave her a concened look as he stepped forward, opening his arms and then letting them slump back to his sides. "Mom, you know I love you, you know that won't change..." He said as he came up behind her, placing a hand on her hip. He turned his head toward her and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, looking into her eyes through the mirror. His hand drifted up and down along her hip as he did.

He was there in the Ladies room. I was a bit shocked but no one was there just he and I and no one came in. I leaned back into my Son and closed my eyes as I whispered."I am loosing my baby. I am sorry Elliot", shesighed. His hands on her hips caressing her made her feel comforted and she suddenly was alone as a woman walked in and looked at her strangely. She quickly patted her face dry and left the restroom and headed back to the table.

As she walked past a table she noted a man with some folders on his table. Poor thing having to work through dinner. She glimpsed notes and a picture but it didn't register as herself she was looking at and she went on to her table wher Elliot was sitting with his girlfriend.

Elliot had obviously ordered for her as he would know what his mother would like and they began an amiable conversation.

Arron

::Simply sets about his work unbeknownst to him that Melinda walked by and saw a picture of her. When it did register, he closed the folder as if he was done, and just in time as the waitor brought him his food.

He laid his napkin on his lap as the waitor poured the wine into his glass, he then cut into the steak that was prapared for him and with a nod that it was done to his liking, Arron sent the waitor away again. With his meal there he decided to eat then and work later.::

Elliot:

"So, there I was, making my way back home from the corner store, when all of a sudden, this girl on roller blades just barrels into me, there wasn't even time to shout, look out!" Elliot spooned some of his meal into his mouth and ate.

"And isn't this just the BEST secuan you have ever had?" Elliot asked, swallowing it down with a rapturous smile on his lips.

"In the aftermath, we're all twisted around each other, arms and legs tangled up and everything, it was the most comical scene!" Elliot continued to recount the tale of how he and Torie had met.

"Thank goodness you were wearing pads or we might have broke something! Hahahah! you were quite the sight hon, in your hot pink knee and elbow pads, and that blue helmet with a yellow lightning bolt along the side. Oh, what was it I said when we got up? Uh... Oh yes! 'Is this how you always come after a guy? Because I might have to wear some padding myself, next time.' Then you flashed me that smile of yours." Elliot said as he played his finger tips along Torie's cheek.