Reunions (Closed)

[BlueEyedLady]

OOC: This is a spin off of Guilty Until Proven Innocent. The same players are playing and it is a closed thread. Thanks to all who read and we hope you enjoy

IC: Tanya opened the door to her apartment and went in, letting is slide shut behind her. With a heavy sigh, she sat on the couch and took off her high heels. Yes, high heels. Anyone who would have known her five months ago would have laughed at the thought of her in those heels not to mention the prim buisness suit she now wore but here she was. Uncomfortable as hell and itching to strip from the confining clothing and slip into something a bit more breathable. Well, black leather was never breathable but it was her favorite. In fact, in the day when she had been known as The Man Hunter, a bounty hunter who went after her jumper with a determination to match her stubborness, it was almost all she wore.

A man named Brandon Smythe had changed all that. He and a case that turned out to be not as cut and dried as everyone had thought. After that one, she had decided she needed a break from running down jumpers and had invested in starting her own PI business. That was the reason for the suit, make up and high heels. Not to mention the pins that held up her, now, shoulder length dark hair into a neat and prim hairdo.

Reaching up, she took out the pins and let her tresses fall to frame her face. The meeting with investors had gone as well as could be expected considering they were dealing with a woman who had long been considered a loose cannon. Especially after it got out that, not only had she not turned in Brandon Smythe when she had finally caught up to him but she had helped him find his supposidly dead girl friend, rescue her, let a lone maniac loose on some bad guys without calling the police and then stepped in to clear Brandon's name.

She tried to convince the investors that her habit of not following a set pattern and for doing things her own way was not a liability, but was actually a plus. If the people she was hired to tail, spy on, get information about or track didn't know where she was coming from she would have a distinct advantage. In the end they said they would get back to her. A sure sign that she was on the 'do-not-touch-with-a-ten-foot-pole' list.

Tanya sighed again and got up off the couch, making her way to her bathroom. Running a hot tub of water and adding some bubble bath (one of the few girlish luxuries she afforded herself) she puzzled over how she was going to get this business off the ground. She had had a considerable savings from the bounty cases she had done in the past but she had been living off of that instead of taking all but the most minor of cases. She had practically fallen to the bottom of the list of people to hire when you wanted someone caught. Now, if she was going to do this, she was going to have to have partners of some kind or other. Silent, preferrably. She didn't trust too many people sticking their noses in her buisness. Okay, she hated people sticking their noses in her business but any kind of buisness needed money. Something she did not have in the quantity she needed.

Stripping from her clothes, she sank into the water with a pleasureable groan and let her mind drift. She had kept tabs on Brandon and Jill. They seemed to be doing very well. Brandon had made a killing with the publicity that had come from his false arrest and the story that broke afterwards about Jill's old boss and his white slavery, porno ring. Jill was with him last Tanya had heard and she supposed they had gotten married but she hadn't intruded into their privacy that much. After what they had gone through, they deserved all the privacy they could get. God knows the press hadn't let them have any for a long time afterwards. The only thing that had kept things under wraps was the fact that Brandon was a fellow journalist. Otherwise people would probably still be hearing as much about them as they did about the most recent fad in pop stars.

Hank...Tanya opened her eyes when his image intruded. She didn't know where he had gone. Hank was Jill's brother and they had worked the case together, even though Tanya hated partners with a passion. He had pretty much disappeared from the scene afterwards. She hadn't gone probing to find out where.

The reason for that were multiple. Starting with the fact that Hank Meyers was one of the few men she had almost fallen for. Okay, more than almost and it had made her break more than one of her own rules for both private and buisness lives. In the end, though, he had gone his way and she had gone hers. She supposed it was for the best but she couldn't help but think about the what-ifs where he was concerned.

Making a soft sound of disgust with herself, she got out of the tub, drained the water and toweled off. Enough of those kinds of thoughts. The past was the past and she had better think about the present right now or she would have only one of two choices...get back into bounty hunting full time or find a cart and become a bag lady. Okay, it wasn't that bad but if she didn't find a way to finance this buisness soon, it would die on the drawing board.

 

[Evil Attorney]

Hank was in pain.

No, he wasn't being held hostage by goons or in the hospital.

He went to Washington state for a seminar with Kelly Worden. Jesus...could than man hit you with a rattan stick...

He felt pain in musscles that he hadn't even known he had from back in the old days with Rogger.

After the events surrounding Jill's kidnapping, he had come to the acceptance that he wasn't just another one of the sheep like he wished to be. He was a wolf, forged for the hunt and the action by his life.

That didn't mean he had to be a killer, but it meant that he could not put that part of himself under wraps forever. He had to let it out, and like it or not, training was the best way to do that.

He wasn't working at GM these days, but it wasn't as if he had to work these days. After Jill's experience, he called his old attorney who managed some of his assets. The old fucker really came through and he was shocked when during the accounting for the assets, all his money was accounted for.

He sometimes thought of Tanya and what might have been with her, but then got depressed. He couldn't be what she wanted, an innocent.

If she could accept him for who he was, then things might have been different, but no...

He stripped and walked into the shower. He was going downtown tonight to get some additional training done. He wasn't liiking for a fight, he wanted to see if he could tail someone for a few hours without their noticing.

It was just so fucking lonely, but then again, not all wolves live in packs.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Tanya

Tanya went into her room and looked at her wardrobe. A bathrobe, some popcorn and a movie at home. That had been her routine of late. And, as she reached for the robe, she realized she was tired of it.

Biting her lip, her hand wavered as she tried to decide if she wanted to go out for dinner and maybe a movie in a theater. Alone. Well, she had been asked out a few times since the case but she always found herself saying no. Each time someone asked her, her mind would drift to thoughts of Hank and she just didn't feel like making the effort to be pleasant and keep up a conversation with anyone else. She had berated herself countless times but it didn't help.

With a sigh she reached for her leather jeans and tank top and stopped again. It was what she had always worn when chasing a jumper and tonight she just didn't feel like looking the part of the badass. She just wanted a relaxing evening out of the apartment.

Reaching way into the back of her closet, she found a jean skirt that was ankle length (God, how long ago had it been since she had last worn this?). One of her tanktops would work with it as it was a warm night.

Donning the outfit and slipping on, not her boots, but a pair of sandals, she searched for a purse. Yes, a purse. Lord but no one would recognize her tonight and maybe that was a good thing. It meant no dodging questions that she didn't want to answer or people she didn't want to see.

Heading out the door, she got into her new car that Brandon had purchased for her. He had insisted on it since he had been the one that wrecked her old one in the process of trying to keep her from finding him when he was on the run. The only concession she had made for herself was a gun that was tucked in her purse. She felt ready for a night on the town as she slipped into the drivers seat of the blue Camero and headed downtown to the nearest resturant.

 

[Evil Attorney]

For this evening's excercise, Hank dressed carefuly.

Deep navy blue dockers, a dark grey polo shirt and a pair of black sneakers.

He didn't anticipate trouble tonight, as downtown wasn't particularly dangerous, but one never knows, so he stuffed his Kahr .40 Polymer framed pistol into his waistband, 2 spare mags on his other side, and a 3rd spare in his jacket pocket.

As a backup to that, he decided only to carry a secamp .380 and his balisong.

He was going light tonight, because after his little hunt, he planned on seeing if anyone was intresting to talk to in the all night coffee bars that dotted the town.

Usualy their wasn't...

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Tanya

Tanya drove into a small, family-type resturant and walked in, ordering a salad when the waitress came. As she ate, she watched the patrons of the place just to keep the edge on the skills she had honed as a bounty hunter. Mentally, she tallied up what profession they were in, relationship status, possible negative points as well as positive ones.

After about an hour of this, she chuckled grudgingly. What a way to spend the evening. Alone and wondering if anyone there was as alone as she was. Paying for her meager meal, she left the place and got back into her car wondering what would be playing at the theaters and hoping that there would be at least something that wouldn't be a waste of money.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Jill sat lounging on the couch, reading the latest fashion magazine and listening with half an ear to the radio. She was dressed in a bathrobe with nothing underneath and a glass of wine and some chocolates sat on the coffe table beside her. She was the picture of a lady enjoying her luxury.

Every once in awhile she would glance up at the clock and frown. Brandon had been gone quite awhile now. He had disappeared without saying much about where he was going but that wasn't unusual. He seemed to have something on his mind and she was more than willing to let him work it out on his own. He would talk to her when he felt the time was right.

Ever since that day she had been kidnapped and then, later, rescued, he had been very attentive to her. Whenever he was out he would call her just to make sure she was okay. And every time she went out the door without him, he would stop her and make sure she had her cell phone with her before he would let her out the door.

She smiled and stretched before reaching for another chocolate and biting into a deep, coconut center with a sigh of pure pleasure. Their relationship had gotten better after that day as well. Oh, the sex had always been great but now they tended to talk about things rather than letting them break down into a raging argument.

And, even though he was somewhat overprotective of her safety, he had learned not to take any of the shit she dealt out. If he could see she was on the way to one of her rampages, he would quietly give her a hard look, clear his throat and just stare at her. His indication that he was not going to go there and she shouldn't push it. Once or twice she had and he had been true to his word when he had said, right after the kidnapping, that the next time a fight was brewing he would take her over his knee and redden her bottom if she didn't stop and listen.

Actually, that had led to alot of other things, once she had gotten over the shock of what he had done and they had sat down one night and talked about what kind of things they might like to explore together sexually. In fact, they had even made a list and put it on a dartboard. Whenever the mood struck them, one of them would be blindfolded and throw the darts until it landed on something. Whatever it landed on was the thing they explored that night. It had added another dimension to their lovemaking.

Jill frowned as she looked at the clock again. Where was he? It wasn't like him to be gone this late and not have called her already.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon:

He's nearly finished with the project he's been working on in secret at the Adult Ed woodshop class. He's fended off the inquisitive looks and actual questions by saying it's for a photo shoot he has to do and he wants to make it himself so he knows that it's perfectly safe.

He's been engrossed with the final sanding and finishing and hasn't kept an eye on the clock as he usually does so is shocked to see how much time has passed.

His cell is out quickly and speed dial has the phone ringing at the house he and Jill have bought together in one of the canyons outside of the city proper.

He's outside of the shop lighting a smoke when she answers.

"Hi baby. Checking in to be sure all's well. Was busy and didn't realize how much time's passed, sorry."

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

The phone, which Jill had placed right next to the chocolates, had only time to ring a few times before the reciever was to her ear. She smiled at the sound of his voice and gave a low, sexy laugh that she knew would have his ears, and if she was lucky, a few other things singing.

"Mmmmm, my guardian angel calls at last," She said in a husky voice filled with promises for the night,"I don't suppose you want to tell me what has kept you away for so long? You missed the loooong bubble bath I took but it was calling my name and I finally couldn't resist anymore."

With a smile she was sure was in her voice, she added,"And now, here I am, all alone, in nothing but a bathrobe, eating chocolates and drinking wine. And you know what chocolate and alcohol do to me." She laughed. "And if you say 'make you fat' I swear I will change the locks before you get home."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Chet:

He laughs softly as he says, "And when I get in your ass will be hotter than it's ever been my wanton Jill."
"Nope, not telling you, but may show you tomorrow night... depending on where the dart lands that is," and his laugh is full of wicked promises for things tomorrow night.

"Now as for what it does to you, other than making you fat if you didn't exercise as much as you do to prevent it that is, I'm just about on my way home so I hope you'll be hot, wet and very ready when I get there baby."

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Jill laughed along with him. "I just may have to rig the board then," She replies,"Just give me a hint about where the dart has to land."

With feeling, she added,"As for being hot and wet for you, when have I ever not been? But you have to make it here quick, Love. Don't want to have to start that without you."

A soft chuckle issued from the reciever on his end just before the click of the phone disconnecting.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon:

"You can start if you want," he chuckles, "but unless you want a hot ass you'd better not finish without me Jillie."

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Jill laughed to herself at Brandon's last words and stretched out again, returning to her reading. She had no doubt that he would be coming in that door very, very soon. She also had no doubt that it was going to be a long, exahusting and wonderful night.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon:

It takes about thirty minutes to get things onto the drying rack without screwing up the still tacky finish and clean up his work area.

Forty minutes later he's unlocked the door and is inside leaving a trail of clothing leading to the bedroom. Standing in the bedroom door, "What? You aren't naked, hot, wet and ready for me yet Jill?"

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Having moved herself, wine, chocolates and magazine into the bedroom shortly after the call, Jill had lit candles in the room and was lying on the bed still in her bathrobe waiting for Brandon.

Smiling wickedly, refusing to look up from her magazine, Jill says,"Hummm, I thought there was something I forgot to do." Looking up over the pages, she adds with an evil grin. "Looks like I forgot to change those locks on the door."

Wiggling her eyebrows at him, she adds in a sultry voice,"And as for naked, hot and wet...well, you haven't bothered to look under the robe as yet."

 

[Evil Attorney]

Hank settled on one particular person for the night's excercise.

She was caucasion, brunette, very attractive and seemed very alert, but with something on her mind.

She looked like Tanya, but he didn't think it was her. She was wearing a skirt. He didn't know if she was armed, but he mentaly threw it in.

It might have been Tanya, but he had trouble imagining Tanya dressed as this one was, looking distracted in public with something on her mind.

Hank decided to get a hotdog then search for the car he knew Brandon bought for Tanya. If he found one in this area then his chances it was her would go up...bingo.

Looks, happanstance.
Looks and Demeanor, coincidence.
Looks, demeanor and the car, confirmation...

Now, did he want to say hi? After the way they parted, which admittedly left things in the air, he didn't know if he wanted to even talk.

Their was a lot left unsaid, but was that a good thing or not?

He looked different from a month ago too, maybe she would not recgonise him. Instead of jeans, a T-shirt and a fleece pullover, he was bressed better and had his hair cut.

He would hang around the neighborhood for a while to see if she spotted him and to think if he should stay and be seen, or diapear.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon:

Mock scowl on his face he slowly stalks toward the bed as he growls, "That robe is what I was talking about wench. It seems you need a lesson in obeying me and preparing for me properly.

"Don't you?" he asks as the covers are yanked to the foot of the bed.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Tanya

Getting her keys out, Tanya opened the door and slid into the driver's seat. Now for that movie. God, please don't let them be running nothing but Chick Ficks. She hated the things. Besides, it just made the lonliness worse.

Starting the car, she pulled out of the parking lot and into traffic, steering the vehicle in and out of it as well as she ever did. Some reflexes you just didn't lose.

When she arrived at the movie theater, she looked at the marque. There were a couple of action movies, a comedy and the ever present 'take-your-guy-against-his-will' kind of films. With a sigh, wondering if she even wanted to be here but not wanting to go back home, she got out of the car and walked to the ticket booth.

There were about three couples in line in front of her, laughing and talking and kissing so much that the ticket booth woman, who looked bored as hell, had to repeat herself twice before getting their attention and then it took them several more minutes to decide on a film.

By the time that they had gotten their tickets, Tanya had left and gone back to the car. There was just so much she could take of 'Darling' and 'Honey' and other mushy stuff when she was missing...what? Who? Okay, don't even go there.

Peeling out of the movie's parking lot, she made her way to a coffee shop. Getting out of the car, she stopped to lean against it and light a cigarette. She still smoked but she had made a concious effort to cut down on them. Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of a car she thought she had seen before in her rear view mirror. Was she being followed?

Shaking her head and crushing out the half finished smoke, she mentally chided herself. There was no one to follow her. She was not working a case and, even if she was, the guys she chased now couldn't afford anyone to tail her. It was just nerves, the night, frustration and overactive habits.

Moving away from the car, she made her way to the coffee shop. It wasn't Krispy Kreme but it would do.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Jill let out a little screatch and stuck her tongue out at him, kicking at him playfully as he approached. Laughing, she swatted at him with the magazine.

"Oh, and who is going to teach me this lesson that you have in mind? Know anyone big enough to take me on?" She said, scooting over and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, preparing to run.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon:

Now that the outline of the game had been established and was clear and accepted by them both without having to say a word he dove across the bed and circled her hips with his arms and heaved her onto the bed.

As Jill struggled he squirmed around so he could sit on her legs trapping them as he growled while rubbing her ass, "Soooo the wicked wench needs another lesson in obedience and how to behave and treat me it seems."

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Jill laughed and squirmed beneath him, his weight holding her quite nicely in place. As he rubbed her ass, she pushed against his hand, moving it back and forth beneath it.

"Mmmmm, big man!" She purred at him, still keeping up the pretense of trying to struggle,"I treat you just fine, thank you very much. I didn't change the locks, did I? And I might just thinik about sharing some of my chocolate with you if I feel like it. You should be very grateful I was in a good mood tonight."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon:

"And sassy wench, you should be glad I'm in such a good mood that I've decided to just use my hand and not my belt on your sassy and saucy ass," he says just before spanking one cheek and then the other then back to rubbing them both again.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Jill yelps with each smack to her cheeks but, when he begins to rub them again, she pushes against his hand once more, the purr in her voice more pronounced and the wetness between her legs increasing.

"Oh, yes," She teases, her voice now thick as her pussy tingles from the heating of his hand on her ass. "The man knows how to sting. Is that all you got, Big Man? I thought you were going to teach this little girl a lesson."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon:

"Ahhh wench, the lesson has just begun, but it will build slowly until you're begging me to stop and to fuck you like the wanton wench that you are," he says then spanks again in a different place leaving two more red handprints behind and starts to rub and caress once more.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Yelps again and then moans following immediately afterwards. Her ass lifts again as he caresses it and she pushes against his hand.

"Mmmmmm, Baby," She says, a breathlessness that spoke more volumes than words,"Take it down a bit, will you? I thnk you missed a spot."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon:

He doesn't reply, other than chuckles. Instead his hands answer for him as he uses them both to spank out a tattoo on her bare ass and hips until all of both are a bright red and she's squirming and wailing... then his fingertips and nails caress and lightly scratch her red skin.