Sin City: A broken dream, and a handful of bullets. (Closed for scarlettnuit)

[scarlettnuit]

When Viv woke the next morning, it took her several minutes to figure out where she was. Her head was throbbing like no one’s business and her face felt like it had been through a meat grinder. Despite all the pain she felt, she realized that she felt warm and extremely comfortable. Her eyes looked up to see Wyatt’s sleeping face. During the night she had curled into him and he had been good enough to hold her. The thought that he had done so without trying anything more touched her and she decided to bury her face into the hard pane of his chest.

What went down last night was extreme, even for old town. It was for that reason that she was not more scared than she had ever been before. A stupid thug on the road was easy to handle. A pissed off elitist with a seemingly endless cash flow was another. They wanted her dead and they had the money to get the job done. It was only a matter of time.

She looked up at Wyatt again and knew she had put him in danger. He was just a nice guy who tried to help out a woman stranded on the road. She didn’t have the right to put him in harm’s way. Though it pained her, she gently pulled herself from his arms and sat on the side of the bed. She made a mental list of the assets she had and tried to think about who Candy would know that would cause them to kill her.

She had no idea. She quietly looked for her boots and zipped them back on as quietly as she could. Sure, they looked ridiculous with the shorts and t-shirt but they were all she had. She picked up her trench coat and checked her supplies. Plenty of blades left for now. The jacket looked like hell but it would do. She quietly slipped it on and then tip-toed out of the room and then out of the house. She started walking towards the exit of the junk yard, neither of them deserved the hell that would be reigned down if they knew she was there.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Sleep was welcome, he was comfortable and relaxed. He wasn't normally a sound sleeper, his roommates had found that out when he'd brought home a cheerleader and they started fucking like rabbits. Wyatt had woken in the night, tossed a pillow at both of them and ended up sleeping in the bathtub they were so loud. When his arm fell on the warm spot that Viv had just departed he figured she was using the bathroom as he normally did every morning. hearing her halfway get dressed didn't surprise him, but when he heard her close a door, and not return a few minutes later, he shot up out of bed like a light, scrambled with his boots and tried to scramble after her.

struggling through the garage the place was quiet, he leaned over on a bench, put one boot on then another and scampered after her as quickly as he could.

"VIV!!"... "VIVIAN!" He searched around, noticed the old truck was still there and ran as fast as he could for the gate, finding it open he could see her.

"HEY! Where the are gonna go... " He ran, a keystone cop galop across the dirt he caught up to her, pulled her around to look at him. "We are in this together. no running off on your partner!'

He stood there looking surely hysterical in just his boxers and boots but the look on his face was determined to not let her go.

"I know you are scared... I am too, but you can't run. Running is what 'they' want. They want you to run scared, try and get out and flee. The last thing they'd expect would be a fist fight. But I tell you now, a fist fight is the least of their worries. We, you and I we can do this. come back with me let's figure this out and beat them at their own game..."

He pleaded with her. "We're a hot mess you and I. You can be the 'hot' I'll be the 'mess'. ok..."

 

[scarlettnuit]

Vivien turned her head around to see Wyatt running towards her, barefoot and half naked. Had she been in any other situation she would have laughed but the situation was all too serious. She tightened the belt of her coat and looked around as if “they” could be hiding anywhere.

“Look, I appreciate your help but I don’t want you and your Aunt to get hurt. You’re one of the few decent cops on the Basin City PD, the city can’t afford to lose you.”

She cracked half a smile about her being hot and placed her hands on his chest, trying to calm him, trying to get him to let her go. “I think I know what’s happened and I’m not sure there is anything to do about it. Old Town won’t miss one more whore,” she looked down, it was clear that this wasn’t something she was proud of.

“If I had any cash I’d give it to you for your trouble and for the clothes and everything. I’ll mail it to your Aunt.” She chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment before kissing his cheek and started down the road.

She took a few steps and realized that her ankle wasn’t going to make it. At some point during last night’s action it had gotten twisted. She stopped and sighed before turning around.

“Can you give me a lift to the nearest gas station? My ankle won’t hold out.” She said, hating the feeling of being so weak and powerless over her situation.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Wyatt nodded, he had to get her off the road, had to get back inside the yard where he felt a little less exposed out here in just his boots and briefs. Her tender kiss on his cheek had made his mind up for him. No he was not going to let the 'Sin' of the 'City' chew her up. No.. he knew Viv was far tougher than that. She was a woman of Old Town.

with a reluctant sigh, he nodded, but not for the reason Viv might think. No.. he was not letting this woman out of his sight.

"Ok...ok.. just let me get my clothes on.. ok? Besides the train station is at least an hour drive from here."

walking back into the salvage yard, Wyatt internally built up his resolve as Viv followed him back to their room. As soon as they'd stepped in, he closed the door and put his back to it, letting her sit on the bed.

"You know why I'm here? You.. for no other reason. you were the reason I went up to your apartment, you were the reason I put myself in harm's way. I wasn't a cop last night. I did what I did because I refuse to let you be a victim of what happened. But I'm not letting you out of my sight Vivian, not now.. not for a long time."

He took two steps. and kissed her. It was a rushed, but passionate, Wyatt's hands went to her body, his left to her waist, his right to her cheek. Wyatt poured his emotions into the kiss, every ounce of earnest energy that he could find.

but there was a tiny tiny sliver.. that expected to get slapped for his efforts..

 

[scarlettnuit]

She nodded in response to his comment on the train station’s distance. She followed him back into the house and then into the bedroom they had been in. She sat down on the edge of the bed and listened to what he had to say. She had absolutely no idea why he felt the need to stick around her, she wasn’t sure she would have returned the favor had the shoe been on the other proverbial foot.

When he moved forward and kissed her she was surprised but didn’t pull away. His lips were warm and soft and even though he had just woken up, he smelled amazing. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and sink into his body, to pretend everything was going to be ok. But the closer she got to him the closer he was to being dead.

She gently pulled away and tried not to look him in the eyes. She stood up and walked towards the window and looked out of it. “I think Candy and Stephen, that’s her regular, I think he was more to a John to her,” she started to explain, “He actually came to our apartment a few times…but I can’t imagine that he’s dead. He had more security around him than the President. He seemed to really care for her though…”

Vivien crossed her arms and turned around to face him. “I wonder if they were going to run off together. I’m sure Steph’s dad wouldn’t stand for it, he already pissed and moaned about the amount of time he spent with Candy. I suppose our first step is finding out if the kid is alive.”

 

[CoSurvivor]

Wyatt was happily surprised that he didn't get slapped for his efforts, when Viven went to the window, he walked over near her and started putting on his fresh clothes that he'd pull from the bathroom closet. A black T-shirt, dark blue jeans, and a gray button up shirt. He lastly put on his socks and boots. Looking at Vivien, he snapped on his shoulder holster to his belt, then pulled his jacket back on over it.

"Agreed, that's a big 'IF'. Sounds like his father is connected, possibly a Senator? or a City Council member? The guy who hit you, did you get a look at him? Were you able to wound him? I certainly didn't not with getting shot at and all. Did you....ever go with her to Sacred Oaks?"

His thoughts went to the firefight he'd had out in the back ally, He'd hit the car a few times with a couple shots for certain, possibly even hit the back window. He could have killed one of them and not know it..

"One other thing, I emptied a full magazine into the car of the guy who hit you and killed Candy. If it's a city owned vehicle, they could take it in to be repaired, or they could dump it. One place to look might be the city maintenance lot, and a city impound is a great way to get rid of a car. Well, besides the tar pits. If it is dumped there, and they haven't pulled the plates off it we can try to track it. One thing has me worried, one of the rent-a-rambos said that a councilman's kid has been killed, which was why Candy and you were being picked up. So, the father might've killed his own kid to prevent him from leaving. I'd never put anything beyond anyone in power in this town."

Pieces were starting to come into place... "Did you ever get Stephen's last name? Did Candy ever say it?"

 

[scarlettnuit]

Vivien didn’t know the answers to any of his questions and felt overwhelmed by the sheer number of them. It was beginning to sink in that her best friend was gone. The girl who was too sweet and cheerful for the life they led. She wished she could have gotten Candy out, wished she knew if Candy had any family to call. She wished a lot of things.

“Just because they say a kid was killed, doesn’t mean it actually happened,” she told him. “It could be an excuse. When we left her beau’s place, he and his friends were all happy and cheerful. If there WAS anyone killed, I can assure you, it wouldn’t be Candy’s man. His father would rather have someone else killed for a frame up, if, in fact, anyone was killed at all. It’s not like we’re dealing with the most truthful bastards that ever lived.”

She thought back to all the times she, Stephen, and Candy had hung out and tried to think of a last name though none were coming to mind.

“She sometimes called him Steph-O. Perhaps he’s part of the O’Rourke clan.”

 

[CoSurvivor]

"O'rourke?"

For a moment there he thought he'd heard her say "Roark" If she had, he'd have stamped out any thoughts of figuring out why they killed her roomie in a matter of seconds. He'd heard rumors about old man Roark, the farm on the outskits of town, the thoughts of what went on at that place. and the capital murder case against the psychopath who'd murdered Cardinal Roark.. He felt like they'd just dodged a freight train while driving a Yugo.

"I wonder if he's related to a Connor O'Rourke, the man is only one step down from the Mayor, he's the treasurer..Only reason why I know this is because they made us memorize the city council in the academy... just so we knew if we pulled any of them over we'd be sure to give them a pass. Supposedly he has connections to the IRA, or at least did back in the day."

"You said you visited Stephen's house? Maybe that should be our first stop... Could point us in the right direction... What do you think?"

 

[scarlettnuit]

“I think I have the address…” she paused and then stretched out her leg. There were several small hidden pockets, most containing knives, but there was one she kept other things in. She unzipped the little pocked and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

“Here,” she said as she handed him the slip of paper with the address on it. “This is where we met him last, I’m not sure who’s house it was, it was a party so it could be anyone. I don’t think he ever brought her to his house…you know, given how his dad felt about her and all. Then again, I’m sure if his dad is a big wig we can find out where he lives pretty easily.”

She moved to sit down to rest her ankle and ended up tripping up and falling into Wyatt’s lap. She blushed a bit and looked away as she tried to stand up.

“We should probably get going…”

 

[CoSurvivor]

She had the right idea, find where he'd shacked up, track from there. It was a wonderful plan. When he noticed the paper that she'd drawn out of the hidden pocket of her boot, Wyatt held the slip of paper, it was warm, not moist. Wyatt was about to unfold it, look at the address when he watched Viv, trip. He reached to steady her, but she just ended up in his lap.

“We should probably get going…”

Wyatt nodded, "mmhm...We should." He was about to help her get to her feet, but her proximity to him was too much. He'd kissed her, tasted lightening.

"Viv... Not yet..." He turned her head by putting a finger on her chin and turning her to face him. Slowly Wyatt kissed her this time, a subtle kiss upon her lips, his arms wrapping around her, holding her to him. He broke the kiss, nuzzled his nose against hers and smiled. Then leaned in for a second one.

 

[scarlettnuit]

When he kissed her, every thought in her head seemed to evaporate. She NEVER let clients kiss her. It was too intimate, too personal. She loved kissing and wanted to keep that one thing for herself. Now, her soft lips pressed against his made her sigh softly. Oh how she would love to fall into those lips, to wrap her arms around his neck and have a lazy day of exploring each other’s bodies, but it was not to be.

She smiled and blushed as he nuzzled her nose only to be attacked by the guilt she felt of having a nice moment when her best friend had just been murdered. She pulled away and stood up, clearing her throat. She was vulnerable right now and she didn’t want to lead Wyatt onto what would probably be a fruitless chase.

“I need to get something better to wear and then we need to head up to the hills to check out the situation.” She told him as she wrapped her deadly trench coat around her and tied the belt securely. “Is there a piece of junk we can use to get into town?”

 

[CoSurvivor]

As she stood up, he felt deflated a bit, he didn't expect her to wrap her arms around him and push him on to the bed, but he'd hoped..dreamed for a moment that their kiss might move to... Oh hell, who was he fooling? She was a girl of old town. She'd grown to put her own heart in an ironclad shell and bury it ten thousand feet underground where nobody could find it. It's probably how she'd stayed alive. He could only imagine how many clients had fallen for her hard, how many begged to be with her and spend one night with 'her' and not the act. He should be happy that she'd let him into her life as much as she had. "Be happy for what you have Son, not mad about what you don't have." That's what his old man would tell him. He'd have to keep that in mind.

"Well, there's the clothes my aunt gave you? But if you are looking for something else, we’ll have to look somewhere else. What were you looking for?”

He thought for a moment, had to thin about a thrift shop or someplace that they wouldn’t draw attention. Her trench coat would attract attention surely, but getting Viv to part with it might be trouble. She’d take care of herself, but they’d have to be careful about it. Wyatt did hear her ’junk’ comment and gave her a crooked wry smile..

“Oh, I think there’s a rattle trap or two that we can borrow from my Aunt.”

Slipping the folded paper back into his jacket pocket he lead the way back into the garage, they’d left the guns in the back of the truck, so he intended to collect them. No need to leave such weapons laying around, you never know who might find them.

“We’ll come back for the guns, but let’s get a new set of wheels, right this way.” Wyatt lead the way around a few stacks of tires, to the back of one of the maintenance bays. He pushed a few boxes away from a large garage door and rolled a 50-gallon drum out of the way. Wyatt fished his keys out of his jacket entered a key in the lock and felt it open, Taking the key out, he put the lock and keys in his jacket pocket, looked at Viv and winked. Pulling the Locking bolt it came free, and the garage door came up off the floor about half an inch. Pulling the garage door handle up, the door rattled along its rails and came to a stop with a loud clang of metal upon metal.

Within the garage was a covered vehicle.

“Care to give me a hand?”

With Viv’s assistance, they pulled the cover free and exposed the monster underneath. A classic 1970 Pontiac Firebird was uncovered. She looked angry, the grill of the vehicle emoting the classic style of American muscle.

Rolling the car cover back, they left it on the floor. Wyatt pointed to the passenger side and got in on the driver’s side himself. Pulling a small set of keys from the sun visor, he smiled, put the key in and heard the engine fire up. The engine rumbled, and a devilish smile came across Wyatt’s face. The car screamed “Fuck you.. I am a wolf.. prepare to be lunch...” Carefully Wyatt guided the car out of it’s hidden nest, out in to the daylight, put it in park and hit the trunk release.

“Let’s gather our goodies and get outta here..”

After a few minutes they were done packing everything into the deep trunk, and as if on queue, Aunt Amy made an appearance, handed Wyatt a small manilla envelope and shook Viv’s hand. Words did not need to be said, the earnest eyes of the older woman said ‘good luck, be safe..’

With one final hug, and a kiss on the cheek to his Aunt, Wyatt spoke no further, Got behind the wheel of the beast and waited for Vivien to buckle in. Once they’d pulled free of the gates to the junk yard. Wyatt floored it and opened up on the back roads back to Sin City.. It was as if the car was screaming a warning. Vengeance is coming...

 

[scarlettnuit]

Viv smiled a bit as the car was revealed. “I see you have the car to go with your muscle,” she winked at him. She had always loved cars, she chalked that up to her upbringing. Though she was more of a mustang girl, his Firebird was nothing to shake a stick at.

She couldn’t help but enjoy the way his face lit up when he turned the engine over and was greeted with that first roar. It was nice to experience something slightly normal given the hell they had both been through and, no doubt, would have to wade through a while longer. Once he pulled the car out into the sunlight, she helped him load up the guns into the trunk.

When they were about to leave his Aunt came out and said good bye to them. When she shook Viv’s hand she was fairly shocked. She knew damned well what she looked like when she got there the previous night and she was fairly sure her profession was an obvious one. However, his Aunt had treated her like a normal woman and even shook her hand. Most normal people would barely talk to her unless they were trying to get something.

“Thank you…” Vivien squeaked out before getting into the car. She didn’t know why that simple gesture had affected her so much, but it did.

She was relieved when she felt the power of the car pull them away from his Aunt’s junk yard. Emotions weren’t something she was very comfortable with, especially give the situation. They wouldn’t help anyone including Candy.

Before they hit the city proper, Vivien had him pull over to a thrift store and she went inside. When she had on black black jeans, her boots zipped up over them to her knees, a Sex Pistol’s crop top, and her trench coat, now open and flowing freely. She hopped back into the car with Wyatt.

“I’m a lot more effective when I’m not running around town practically naked,” she explained. She then pulled a small book out of one of her hidden pockets and then gave Wyatt the address to Stephen’s house.

“I suppose we oughtta start there but I’m open to suggestion,” she told him, worried that the guards would recognize her.

 

[CoSurvivor]

After Viv left the car to go into the thrift store, he was left alone with his own thoughts. Well, his own thoughts and trunk full of guns. He wasn't all that worried really, he hadn't checked into work yet, hadn't gone home since yesterday, and surely was probably wanted for questioning in a shootout in Old Town. Life just got complicated no matter how hard he tried. Instead of stewing about it he decided to change gears and get back to what they were doing. Wyatt checked the address on the slip of paper Viv handed him. How long had she had this in her boot? Would it be weird if he smelled it? probably.. but he could give a shit at this point. Unfolding the paper he brought it to his nose, he took in a strong smell of leather, and sweat. an erotic combination, but thinking of Viv he was surely thinking of her in just that tiny thong she had, her boots, and nothing else but her smile. Maybe she'd have her arms crossed over her chest with a perturbed 'What are looking at?' face. He'd kissed her twice, both times felt like he'd tasted raw passion... and each time she'd rejected him just as swiftly afterward. He knew why, or at least suspected why. It was a reality that sucked, but one he'd have to live with.

Reviewing the address in his head he thought he knew where the house was but needed to be certain. Reaching over to the glove compartment he pulled out an aged map of Basin City, it was at least 10 years old but he took a look anyway. Sure enough he found the street checked the area for landmarks and folded it up, putting it in the pocket of the armrest. At least now he had an idea of the area. After Viv got back into the car after picking up new clothes, He smiled at her comment :

I’m a lot more effective when I’m not running around town practically naked."

Wyatt couldn't help but give her a playful jab "Oh I dunno Viv, it depends on what your definition of being 'effective' is? An effective distraction? Yes.. without a doubt.". Wyatt prepared himself for a punch to his shoulder after his comment but she would probably save it for another time.

When she pulled out the little book, he compared it to the address she'd given him on the paper. "I agree, you must've written it in your book and on this." Showing her the piece of paper she'd given him before they'd kissed. "Keep that little book of yours hidden, not sure what else you have in there but.. just keep it safe."

The drive took no more than about 20 minutes, they'd reached the northern part of Basin City, an older development, called 'Castle Pines' not quite as regal as "Sacred Oaks" but still behind gates,and a guard shack. Wyatt pulled over as they rounded a hill that took them towards the entrance of the subdivision, two massive castle towers stood on either side of the gated entrance, Wyatt pulled to a stop at the crest of the hill, got out and went to the trunk. Unzipping one of the rifle cases, he took one of the rifles out which had a high powered scope attached to it.

Setting the case on the top of the car, Wyatt stared through the scope, looking, scanning... a grin eventually forming across his face..

"Got it...Viv.. come take a look" Wyatt waited for Viv to step out of the car, come back to where he stood and he gave her a few instructions.. "Follow the edge of the guard shack back, you'll see a patch of three trees, and a back deck, with an oval shaped pool. I think I just spotted Steph-O... and he's under house arrest. I've got an idea of how to get past the guard.. but you'll have to work your charms on him..You game?"

 

[scarlettnuit]

The drive to Stephen’s house was a fairly quiet one. On more than one occasion she almost reached over to hold Wyatt’s hand, though she had no idea why. During the drive she stole a few moments to look at him, his face, his handsome profile. Moreover, his unquestioning willingness to help her in this deadly endeavor. She smiled a bit as she watched him drive and then quickly looked away.

When they reached their destination, she popped out and looked through the scope to see Stephen WAS indeed alive, and then checked out the guards. She was relieved to see that they weren’t the typical guards she was used to seeing. Whether it was because it was the day shift or that daddy decided that Steph’s guards couldn’t be trusted, these guys were new to her.

“Let’s do it,” Viv smiled back at Wyatt.

She unloaded a few things from her coat and put them into her back pockets, a few folding knives, things that wouldn’t be obvious. Her boots had a few hidden treasures as well. Enough to deal with what she had to do while she was there. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to pull out any of her blades.

She took the trench coat off and adjusted her shirt so that the bottom curve of her breasts were showing and sauntered up to the guard at the gate.

“Hey sugar,” she grinned as she playfully leaned against the gate. She stretched her right arm up to touch the gate, making her shirt rise just enough to show the hint of her areola. “Mind if I come in? Steph and I are friends and he wanted to hang out,” she smiled him and then bit her bottom lip. “Of course, I wouldn’t mind hanging out with you either?” She grinned with a faked hunger.

 

[CoSurvivor]

"Jesus Viv..." Wyatt thought to himself, "You're are gonna give the poor guy a heart attack.... "

**20 minutes earlier, crest of the hill leading to Castle Pines***

Wyatt rested his hands on the top of the car while he talked over his plan with Viv.

"OK, it'll be up to you to work your charms... From here I'll get in the back, hidden by the front seat. Work your magic on the guard in the shack, convince him to open the gate. But I'm more than certain you can manage that, just try not to kill the guy, he's not involved in this."

"Once through, head to the house, and since they are expecting you get them all grouped together if you can. offer to put on a 'show' for Steph-O" Once they are together we'll detain them. The key is, try not to kill anyone. Anything short of that is fine with me. You also probably have a better idea of the house than what I can see, so hopefully you can get them to at least 'watch' you in a big area coral them so we don't have any cowboys trying to be a hero." I'm hoping they are as light in the head as they are on duty."

Wyatt stowed the rifle back in it's case, but as he did so, he spied something on the range bag that peaked his interest..Pulling out a small cylindrical shaped black bag, it was of medium weight, he untied the knot on the bag and took a peek.

"Someone was prepped to do some wetwork..." He pulled a small cylinder out of the bag, a silencer to be sure. Looking for one of the HK VP9 pistols they'd taken from the SUV, Wyatt noticed it had an extended barrel which looked to have a protective nut covering the threads. Taking a quick moment to undo the protective sleeve on the barrel he matted the silencer to the barrel, checked the mag and the pistol. Turning to Viv, he close the trunk and gave her hand a squeeze as he got in the back and hid as best possible.

He thought it was a pretty square plan, in his head he'd go around the back while they were distracted by Viv, get in and while she puts on a show to pull in the guards around Stephen, Wyatt will take out which ever guards he couldn't see on their way in. All it would take for some gungho cowboy bodyguard to start firing and they'd have a problem. Hopefully they'd be as distracted by Viv as he was.

***Now***

Wyatt could hear her sultry voice, and could hear their exchange, whatever she did was effective, he could hear the guard shack door open and close, then a few minutes later the electric whir of a the metal gate opening. When she got back in the car started it up he kept quiet for a few moments, listened with his ears. once he thought they were safely away from the guard shack Wyatt Whispered, "Doing great Viv.. just remember keep them distracted till I get in the house..."

They finally stopped and Wyatt could hear an exchange, the door to the car opened and he heard Viv start to walk away from the click of her heels on stone. Peeking over the top of the door, Wyatt looked around, didn't see anyone, time to make his move. Going to the side of the massive house he looked for where the side of the house extended into a solid stucco wall that was at least 7 feet tall. Ahead of him about twenty feet away was a solid oak door, with a portal in it about head height. It looked to be the back entrance of the property. Careful to keep his footfalls light, Wyatt was about to try the thumb lock on the door when he heard it start to unlatch, and an exchange of voices come through the opening.

"Louis.. we're going inside, keep an eye out.."

"Yea yea... save some for me you pussy.."

The other person not named Louis chuckled as they walked away. Wyatt kept to the door as it swung out, hiding himself from view of 'Louis' as he stepped through. The man was at least 6'1" at least 180. head shaved, dressed in a suit. He had a bulge on his hip, probably from a gun. As Louis stepped through, Wyatt kept in his blind spot, behind him. Only when the door was completely closed, did Wyatt move forward and place the barrel of the silencer against the back of his head.

Without talking Wyatt disarmed him, throwing his gun into the bushes and taking his radio. With the silencer placed to the man's head he spoke in a croaked tone

"OK Louis... how many of your buddies are in there"

"Fuck you.. " was the man's answer,

Wyatt put the silencer into the man's right shoulder, pulled the trigger and watched the man twist, grabbing his shoulder. Wyatt pressed the hot barrel of the silencer against his left ear to keep his attention. Rounding the man he faced him.

"You'll need a new shoulder, but it's not like your golf swing is gonna improve, Next one goes between your eyes. How many?"

Louis winced, then talked. "Five, me and four others some broad just showed up to give the kid a 'show'. She your woman?"

Wyatt shot him in the left knee as an answer, dropping him to the ground. "Do you always ask stupid questions? Where'd they go?

Grunting out, he winced in pain. "Main living room just inside. But you'll never get the drop on them."

"Why's that? Is there another way in?"

"Yea.. pool side entrance far side, goes into a mud room, but you'll have to cross the pool to get there. Good fucking luck buddy."

Giving him a subtle smile, Wyatt kicked him in the face with his right foot. the steel toe of his riding boot connecting with the man's nose. It crunched sending Louis backward splayed on the grass. Picking up the man's radio, Wyatt put the radio ear piece, in and clipped the microphone to his shirt. Listening for any broadcast, He could hear nothing. Making one last search of Louis, Wyatt took the key card off his belt.

Checking the door, it was locked, but there was a small black square next to it with an LED light, sweeping the key card against it, the door unlocked. Wyatt pulled it open and stepped through.. He could see another door across the pool, but the entire back of the house had wall to wall windows, not much cover between them, but he did see that Viv had the undivided attention of five men. Three around Stephen, sitting in a chair and one guy up on a balcony overlooking the main room. All eyes were on her Viv..

"Keep them busy...Viv... "

Swiftly he made it over to the mudroom entrance, checked the door, opened it and stepped through. Making it through the house he could hear music, so he headed in that direction looking for a stairway that could take him to a second floor. Going through a few rooms Wyatt found his way through an upstairs office suite, looking through the open doors he could see through bathroom which shared doors with the office to the balcony on the opposite side. Sure enough there was the guard. Standing about 6'1" the guy was lithe, looked to be in pretty good shape but he was distracted by Viv down below. his eyes never came up, never looked around. Whatever Viv was doing, she had their full attention.

Wyatt quietly made his way behind the man, his silenced pistol aimed just above the shoulder. He'd take no pleasure killing this man, but if he went for the weapon before Wyatt could disarm him, he'd have no choice. Two steps to go, the song came to an end, he was going to wait for the next song to start, when the man turned and noticed Wyatt. A shocked expression started across his face.

Wyatt sternly looked at the man, finger on the trigger, one move and he'd turn this guy's head into a canoe. Looking down he saw Viv.. they made eye contact...

Time for the main event.

 

[scarlettnuit]

The guard gave Viv a dopey grin and then took her arm and led her into the house. There was now only one guy outside that Wyatt had to deal with. She was then led into the living room where three other guards were relaxing.

“Look what I brought us fellas,” grinned the guard who had brought her in. Viv was about to smile and make a greeting when she was thrown on the couch across the laps of two other guards on the couch.

“Oooo it’s been awhile since we had a party,” grinned the guy sitting in the chair as the two on the couch started to grope her, “little Stevie is in his room stoned as fuck. He won’t notice if we head upstairs for a bit.”

Before she could react this, she was unceremoniously thrown over someone’s shoulder and she was taken to the master bedroom. The other three followed, the door clicking locked behind the last guy. She was tossed on the bed and she watched as they tossed off their shoulder holsters and starting unzipping their pants. It was just enough time for her to get off the bed and stretch a second before moved into action.

She jumped off the bed and tackled one of them to the ground. The other two laughed thinking she was playing with the guy until she twisted his neck and broke it. She then looked up at the other three with a gaze that came straight from the pits of hell. She flung two knives straight into the other two men’s throats, and as they gurgled their last, she spun around and kicked the legs out from under the last man, sending him falling hard to the ground. Just as he was reaching for his gun. She jumped on his chest and plunged a third knife straight into his skull.

She spit on her final kill and then stood up. She walked into the bathroom and cleaned up the few spurts of blood that had splashed across her creamy white skin and then walked to the door of the bedroom. She smirked as she looked over them; they all died with their dicks out. They were lucky she didn’t just cut them off and leave them to bleed. Death was kinder than she was.

She exited the bedroom, making sure to lock the door behind her so that no one would walk in unaware. She then walked down the hall, following the sound of Stephen’s music and the scent of pot. She came to the last door on the right and opened it up. She leaned against the door frame and waited for him to notice her.

It took him a few seconds but when he turned his head, he looked at her and grinned, “Hey Viv!” he started excitedly. “How did you get in here?” he said as he got up off of his bed and gave her a hug.
“Where’s Candy?” he started, “I have a surprise for her and she’s going to flip!”

She looked at him for a moment and knew he was too softhearted to lie with this amount of conviction. He was already straightening himself up and running his hand through his chocolate brown hair, his blue eyes twinkling. He then popped his head out of his door and looked around before turning to Viv again.

“Is she waiting in the car? I know Dad is trying to keep us apart but I thought maybe these new guys wouldn’t be able to tell who you girls were.”

She walked him to the bed and sat on the edge with him as she held both his hands in hers. She looked down at their hands for a moment, trying to calm her heart, trying to hold back the tears. One tear escaped and dropped onto the back of Stephen’s hand.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as his heart started racing, “is everything ok? Where’s Candy?” he asked more frantically.

Finally, she looked up at him, a tear rolling down her cheek, “She’s gone Steph…she’s passed aw..”

“What! No!” he half yelled as he jumped up and off the side of the bed and turned to look at her. “What happened! I gave her enough money so she didn’t have to work! She wasn’t going on dates anymore…we were…”

“Your father,” she started to try and explain but her voice was gruff as she saw the grief wash over this sweet boy’s face, the face of a boy that had just been made into a man by unquestionable grief. He fell to his knees on the floor as he screamed out and started sobbing uncontrollably.

She moved to the floor and wrapped her arms around him. Stephen didn’t deserve this. He had been brought up by his mother until she died of cancer when he was 15. He wasn’t the typical rich white boy; he had only moved in with his father because he had nowhere else to go. Neither Candy OR Stephen deserved this. She held him and tried to comfort him knowing that Wyatt would appear at any moment.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Stepping forward, Wyatt placed the base of the silencer into the man's throat, reached forward and removed his handgun from it's holster, putting it in the small of his back. Wyatt then walked the man down the short hallway as he watched Viv exit a room in front of him. As he passed the room, Wyatt took a look in and could see the mess.

"So much for 'Don't kill anyone...' "he thought to himself" Wyatt hadn't concerned himself with the thought of killing any of the guards back in Oldtown, he'd simply thought of the fact that it was a situation of self preservation, an 'us versus them' mentality. Maybe it was the fact that daylight brought a more vividness to his actions, more concern for life. It was possibly an idea that could get him killed, or worse, Vivien killed. That he wouldn't allow for. Turning his thoughts to the present, he came to a moral gray area, Again, it would be an 'Us versus Them...' If given the opportunity, these men would have shot first and not asked questions... It made it easier for him to stomach the idea of what punishment had been dolled out on them but the loss of life was still something he'd have to com to grips with. As for Viv, he was certain she was either blind to it by avenging her fallen friend, or.. Life had made sure she didn't give a shit. Right now, he couldn't sway. he had to follow the leads where they took them.
Pressing the silencer into the soft spot at the base of the guard's skull they followed after Viv, she'd entered another room, and as the sound of music came out of the room so did a wave of the smell of weed. He'd never liked it, always found the smell to be noxious... course some would say the smell of his favorite single malt was worse.. but he'd never been convinced of that.

Pushing the guard to the opposite side of the doorway, Wyatt watched as Viv knelt over Stephen. He couldn't be more than 25. His words were a babble.. muffled by Viv as she consoled him, maybe allowing him to be the voice of her own sorrow.. Wyatt wasn't sure. He was sure that they needed answers, and then needed to move.

"What's your name?" Wyatt asked the guard. The man turned to him, a stoic look across his face either resigned to the fact that he was going to end up dead, or that he wouldn't answer their questions.

"Does it matter?"

"No, not really, How long have you been on this gig, last few days?"

"No we switched out with some other guys this morning, they'd been pulled. The boss said he needed a fresh perspective on the client."

"And who's your boss?" Wyatt asked, fairly certain of what the man might say.

"You know I can't tell you that." The guard said with confidence.

Wyatt went about motioning at the guard to empty his pockets, palming his wallet, and looking for his ID. "Give me the radio.. and don't be stupid." Taking the radio from the man, he tossed it over the railing and heard it crash on the tile floor below. Looking at the ID, he worked for 'Jensen Security' a private security that took care of a number of city officials. His name on the ID was Quintin Davis.

"Well, Quintin, we can be confident of two things here. One, once she's done consoling the young man there, she's going to be pissed, and two, either you can answer questions from me, or she's going to take pleasure in getting them out of you. Now, I know you saw your friends in the room they took her to, so you know how that goes. So, save yourself a few body parts and answer my questions.."

Quintin thought about it for a moment, then answered. "My boss is Miles Chamberlin."

Wyatt felt like he'd just been punched in the gut. He knew that name...his eyes lost focus, the pistol wavered off the man for half second, then centered again. "You mean.. the former....."

"Yes.. I do.."

The man's eyes went cold, and his hands swiftly went for the gun trying to slap it out of Wyatt's hands. His reflexes were a moment faster than Wyatt's, a silenced round went off, going wide, just as the pistol went flying. Trying to compensate, Wyatt attacked, trying to twist and throw him over the half wall that acted as a railing. Pushing off Quintin punched back at him, which Wyatt dodged mostly taking the blow in his shoulder which spun him. Wyatt backed up a pace trying to prepare for the man's next attack. Wyatt could go for his own gun but by doing so he would leave himself open. Looking beyond the man, Wyatt realized they were only a few steps away from the long staircase that lead up from the main floor. With a yell, Wyatt lunged, tackled the man and tumbled, They crashed to the stairs, in a mess of limbs, Wyatt curled his body making sure Quentin took the brunt of the hit, as they spun, and tumbled to the floor below he could feel the man's right arm snap and brake as it twisted under his weight. Pain shot through his side in a succession of groans. He was sure he heard a yelp in pain, just after his own.

At the bottom of the staircase, Wyatt untangled himself, trying to get up, feeling his right shoulder ache, and his left ankle feel like he'd twisted it. Wiggling his fingers his neck hurt, and he'd bruised a few ribs on the way down. The next time he thought about tackling someone down a staircase, he'd just try to kick them down it instead. Quintin had not been so lucky. The man was dead, his neck contorted, his body limp. Eyes open and staring at the ceiling. Wyatt backed up from the body, scooting across the carpet laying on his back, trying to catch his breath. There was no way.. no way he could escape this now.. He'd have no choice...

 

[scarlettnuit]

Viv did her best to comfort Steph. She had never really been one to express herself openly, growing up the way she did, it was safer to keep one’s thoughts and feelings to themselves. Any chink in her armor could expose her weaknesses to her enemies. Part of her wanted to be soft and maternal but, unfortunately, she just didn’t know how.

At the sound of the ruckus going on in the rest of the house she stood and walked to Steph’s closet. She pulled out his gym bag and started tossing some clothes into it.

“Get up Steph, we gotta get you out of here, somewhere safe. Is there a place you can go?” she asked as Steph slowly stood from the floor, temporarily ceasing to cry as he wiped his tears away with the back of his arm. As if he had been through this all before, he took the bag from Viv and stared packing it.

“Yeah, I have an Uncle…outside the city. He and Dad never got a lone. Uncle Stan was always a laid-back guy. Kind of a hippy carpenter,” he shrugged, “My Dad doesn’t know where he lives and Uncle Stan and I are tight…. he was going to help up with the….” He shook his head and finished packing.

He slung the bag over his shoulder and then both of them headed downstairs and saw Wyatt with his “friend”.

“We gotta get Steph outta here,” she began, and she popped the trunk and had Steph put his stuff in, “No telling what might happen to him when his father comes home.”

“Yeah…he’s not what you could call stable,” Steph added as he got into the back seat of the car. It was easy to say that he was emotionally exhausted.

“Mind if I drive?” she asked Wyatt and then slipped into the driver seat. She waited until everyone was in and then drove calmly away from crimson splatter art she had made in that beautiful white room.

She was soon pulling out of the neighborhood and towards the high way ramps. “Where we goin’ Steph?” she asked as she rolled down the window to let the wind blow through her hair.

“He’s waaaaaaay out in the desert. I can tell you how to get there but it’s going to take a least a day and a half. I can get on a bus or something if that’s too far,” Stephen offered.

Viv’s misty blue eye looked at Stephen in the rear-view mirror. “You’ve always been good to her and even to me when you didn’t have to,” he started to refute this, that his actions had been nothing special when she raised her eyebrow. From experience he knew to shut up.

“You’ve been good to people you didn’t have to Stephen, which is a lot more than I can say for your dad. We’ll get you there…I’ll get you there if Wyatt can’t make it. It’s the least I can do,” she said and then turned up the radio, signaling that the conversation was over.

She was doing it for Candy and for Stephen. In another world those two would have been married. Candy would have always been from the wrong side of the tracks but she would have had to hook in this dream world and then maybe things might have been easier.

Before long they were outside city limits. After a couple of hours she pulled off at an old gas station. It looked like it hadn’t seen any real action in decades, but it was still a nice little mom and pop shop.

“Could these roads be more remote Stephen?” Viv teased as she got out of the car and stretched. A cool desert wind rolled over them all. Viv shivered for a moment, her nipples hardening through her shirt.

“You guys want any coffee or anything? Those buffoons guarding you had a ton of cash and I’m happy to blow it all on you Stephy dear,” she said with the jocularity one might get form a sibling. “And what about you?” she asked as she walked over to Wyatt. “I know we dragged you into all this, but they have a bus stop here if you wanna bail. I’d understand if you did.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Wyatt had eventually pulled himself up off the floor and retrieved his pistol while he heard Viv and Steph talking upstairs. He felt like he was now swimming through dark black water, as if no matter how hard he tried eventually he'd grow too tired to keep his head above water and sink. Letting the muck below the surface take him.

Viv's words and her presence shook him for a moment,

"Mind if I drive?" she said..

With a nod, Wyatt agreed, and said nothing, watching her take the Pontiac out on the open road, hit the gas, open her up and put distance between them, and the past. A past that had just reached out of the darkness and attempted to strangle him. How could he have not known this was going to happen? How could Wyatt have been so naive to think that his past transgressions wouldn't come back form him someday? He'd been a fool.

As they drove he watched out at the approaching desert, and listened to the radio, a cover of one of his father's favorite songs came on, "while my guitar gently weeps..." The true meaning of which really he'd never understood. He'd always appreciated the soulful guitar. But listening to it, and looking over at Viv, he thought he finally understood, at least from his point of view. Love or the care for another had been lost by how the world had twisted. It made what he'd have to do all the more painful. The object was, get Vivien somewhere safe.. get her out of Basin City. He hoped she'd understand...

Thinking to his job though he'd have to report in if it was going to take a day plus to get to Steph's uncle. He'd get written up for not showing up for his shift, and if he went missing they might go looking for him best to not raise suspicions that way. He'd have to report in a few hours he figured, and if someone had gone to his house looking for him they'd have called him already. No, better to feign some sort of illness or family emergency. He knew which number to call, but figured he'd make it all the more difficult for them to find him. Pulling out his cell he used the dummy number he used for solicitors, and called the number.

"Sargent Anderson, 5th district" Came the man's voice on the other side.

"Hey Sarge, it's Cole."

"Cole hey I didn't recognize the number. what gives?"

"Can't explain, but I've got something going on that I need a few days for."

"Cole...You know that's the watch commander you need to call right?"

With a touch of resignation in his voice, Wyatt replied "Yea... I know, but you are more understanding that old fossil, besides, I'll cover for you the next time you want to take Gloria out. Fair?"

After a moment, and a deep sigh, Anderson replied: "Alright, but you owe me Cole and not just one time."

"Whatever you need Sarge, you got it. And thanks.."

"With a bit of grump in his voice, the Sargent replied, "No, problem Cole, just... stay frosty."

"Like an iceberg.."

Ending the call Wyatt put his phone back in his jacket and addressed Steph and Viv.

"Whoever killed Candy, didn't report it, and while the people who killed her pulled my name, BCPD hasn't gotten wind of it yet. Whoever your dad is Steph, he's trying to tie this off without involving the Police... Yet." What he knew now though, the pieces fit. They didn't have to pull his name, Chamberlin was either there... or had been able to identify him. But how? His bike, it was the only logical answer.

They drove on eventually stopping at the old gas station that had seen better days. When Viv piled out, Wyatt did the same and pushed the passenger seat up so Steph could unfold himself. The Pontiac had a huge back seat, but still, it would be good for the kid to stretch his legs. Watching Viv stretch, seeing her taut stomach, and her nipples grow hard against the fabric of her shirt he looked at her admiringly. He was hungry, looking at her made him more than hungry. When Viv approached him, he gave a bit of her sass right back to her.

"Are you trying to tell me you don't want me here Viv?"

He reached forward, hooking one of his fingers in a belt loop on the front of her jeans, quickly pulling her close.

He whispered, then slid his hand to the small of her back inside her jacket. feeling the smooth skin of her back. Vivien was a walking inferno of sexual energy. It didn't matter what she was wearing, the woman exuded sex with absolutely no effort. If Stephen hadn't been there he'd have found out for sure how true their attraction was. He wanted her, wanted her more than breathing. Surely she knew, and she probably didn't care, or life had made her insulate her heart to where she couldn't.

"Stop trying to get rid of me... Besides. this .." he thumbed at the Pontiac "Is my car. No way am I letting it or you out of my sight."

Wyatt smiled then and let go of her. "But, since you are offering, I'd go for a bottle of water and some Twizzlers, Steph?"

The young man nodded and asked for a Mountain Dew, and a giant bag of Cheetos. Wyatt only smirked as VIv left, turned to him and said: "Got the munchies?"

Stephen smiled slightly and said "Yea... coming down from the high so getting hungry... Candy always loved the cheesy puffballs. I bought her a giant container of them once and she bowled over laughing." Steph took a deep sigh and his eyes focused out on the expanse of the desert. Wyatt knew that look, knew he was thinking about the past... for all the good it would do him.

"Steph, we'll get you to your uncle's someplace safe, then Viv and I will go back.. and finish this."

The young man nodded, lost in thought. Wyatt walked the two feet to him and clasped his shoulder lightly. trying to console him in the only way Wyatt knew how.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry for your loss. When I see your dad, is there any special message you want me to give him?"

Wyatt could tell he was thinking about it. Steph turned looked at Wyatt with watery eyes. "A swift kick to the balls or a broken jaw would be nice."

Wyatt gave him a reassuring smile. "I'll think of something appropriate."

Looking back to the front of the gas station he could see Viv heading for them. Motioning for Stephen to get in the back, Wyatt got behind the wheel, waited for Viv to get in and set off. Wyatt was forming a plan in his head. He had the guns, now he just needed a bit of luck.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Vivien’s heart jumped a little as she Wyatt pulled her close, even more so as he ran his hand around to her back. She thought he was going to kiss her, but instead, he told her to stop trying to get rid of him, followed by a request for water and twizzlers. She did her best to hide her disappointment.

“Yeah, sure,” she smiled a bit and then went in the store to pay for gas and get the munchies.

When she returned and got the car gassed up, she got in and they drove until it started getting dark. She pulled over at a motel and got them a couple of rooms connected by a door. She didn’t want to take any chances on leaving Steph alone and wanted to be close should he need her.

“You guys are in ten, I’m in eleven. There’s a door in between,” she explained she parked in front of their rooms and tossed Wyatt a key.

She headed into her room and unlocked her side of the door and waited for them to open their side. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a route 66 joint, single level, clean and kitschy. The rooms were decorated in a western theme complete with cow “hides” as rugs.

She plopped down on one of the beds, looking at a lamented “welcome” flyer as she laid down. She reached over to the phone and ordered them some food from the little diner that was attached to the motel and then walked over to the men’s side and leaned in the doorway.

“The little diner delivers, I’ve ordered us some food,” she explained to them both, though Stephen was already on one of the beds fast asleep. She motioned for Wyatt to join her in her room and then closed the separating door gently behind him.

“He’s been through a lot…rich people aren’t used to this kind of drama, even him. He’s been sheltered from the bad stuff,” she told Wyatt as she sat on the little love seat next to the bed. She wished she had more to say but she was fairly spent from the day as well.

“How are you holding up?”

 

[CoSurvivor]

They'd had such a long day, driven a lot of miles and he'd felt his brain could melt into his boots at any moment. On Viv's suggestion, they took two rooms, with an adjoining doorway which made it easier to give Viv some privacy. He hadn't brought in all guns, but he did bring in a shotgun, one of the rifles and two of the pistols. Before he let Steph attempt to put his head to pillow, he went over the simple operation of how a pistol functions.

Steph sort of gave him a wild look "I've never needed one, why do I need one now?"

Wyatt looked at the young man only a few years younger than he was and proposed one question. "When was the last time your father had your girlfriend killed?"

Steph sighed and said, "good point."

After a quick tutorial which lasted all of 5 minutes and was not much more than "point and shoot, aim for what you can see."

Wyatt let Steph get to sleep. Wyatt tried to relax. get his boots off shed his jacket. Standing over his bed looking at the small armory he'd brought in from the car he tried going over his own mental checklist. He was about to pull his shirt over his head when he heard Viv call him from her room. Turning, Wyatt walked into her room and let her close the door behind him. When she did, Wyatt sat on the edge of her bed, looking over at her. Even as tired as she was, Wyatt still found her stunning.

"Strange isn't it, I doubt Steph is more than a year younger than you, He's a few years younger than me, but it's what we've lived through that makes us feel a whole lot older than we are. He wanted to say thank you for taking care of the food, but instead, he just listened to her voice.

"Honestly I'm ok, tired.. but ok. Once we get Stephen safe, you might want to think about staying there, laying low for a while."

Wyatt moved then, stood up and stretched looking down at her legs. She was still wearing her boots. He'd long since taken his off and wasn't sure why she hadn't. "Here.. let me.." He knelt, took her right leg in his hands and found the zipper to her boot, unzipped it and slowly reached in massaging her calf as he pulled the boot off. He did the same, a slow, massage of her legs as he took her left one off as well, setting them a few feet away. Wyatt looked up, and without another thought, in his mind, he leaned in to kiss her again softly. He broke the kiss just as quickly, hearing a knock of room service. Allowing the young woman to wheel the cart in she set the food out on the small dinette, Wyatt tipped her well and watched her leave, locking the door behind her.

"Well.. shall we eat, as much as I'm tired, I'm famished too.."

 

[scarlettnuit]

Vivien watch him as he slipped off her boots, her eyes glued to his movements. Her eyes closed and she sighed softly as his strong hands massaged her legs. When she opened her eyes again, she was greeted with Wyatt’s lean in and soft kiss. She felt fire run through her veins when he kissed her but it was all interrupted by the food arriving to the room.

While he handled the room service, she took off her jacket and waited for the hotel’s employee to leave. Once they were gone she walked a little closer to Wyatt. Something about that kiss had set her off, and while she knew this was the worst time for anything, she felt more drawn to him than before.

She walked towards him, nothing but her cut off that barely hid anything and her tight black pants. She felt hesitant, like some virginal school girl unsure of how her boyfriend really felt about her. She gave herself a mental sarcastic laugh at that, given her profession. Of course, letting someone bed her didn’t mean she derived any joy from it. She wondered what it would be like with someone she appreciated and was starting to care for.

She reached out and put her hands on his hips before looking up at him. She was so used to taking orders from others that she wasn’t entirely sure how to communicate her needs without being embarrassed. After a few moments, she slowly raised up on her tip toes and placed her soft pouty lips upon his own. It was a tentative kiss at first, one hot kiss that seemed to melt away any misgivings or reason she might have had that would have made her stop herself. She moved her hands around his waist so that she was holding him as she kissed him.

Her body reacted instantly as she felt her nipples harden through her shirt, a telling swirl at the pit of her stomach. It was with great regret that she finally pulled herself away from him, and to her own surprise, she blushed.

She changed her attention to the table, not knowing what else to do, and picked up a plate. “What would you like? I got a bit of everything so we wouldn’t have to call them twice,” she told him, trying to ignore the feelings and sensations that were pulsing through her body.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Wyatt, opened a few of the covered trays, scoping out the amazing food within. A few bacon cheeseburgers, fried chicken, chicken and waffles, a classic club sandwich, an amazing looking Ruben, it all looked fantastic. He was about to say something until Viv approached him.

There was something different in her eyes, something he'd not seen before. something that told him they were at a crossroads. He watched her subtle but sexual walked from where she was sitting to the small kitchenette where he was going through what she'd ordered. Wyatt wondered for a moment, did Vivien even know how easily she exuded sex appeal? Maybe, maybe not but it had an effect on him. When she'd placed her hands on his waist he knew this wasn't the Vivien everyone else got to see, who she'd been in old town. No, this was the real her, and it made Wyatt's heart race.

The kiss, simple, and intimate made him want to pick her up and simply hold her. She broke the kiss, and instantly he wanted to feel that again, it wasn't something he could put his finger on, but it was the raw emotional feeling of being wanted and needed by someone you cared for. Wyatt watched her slowly move, look at the food, and she said something.. but the words were lost mostly, in a fog of emotion. He thought he heard her say "... wouldn't have to call them twice..." and it took him a good 30 seconds before he could respond.

"Mmmm...I do.."

Wyatt drew her to him again turning her away from the food, back to face him, one hand on her waist, the other subtly finding it's way to the edge of her jaw, just under her ear. Leaning in, pulling Vivien to him, he kissed her fully on the lips, not a smash of flesh, but he pressed his lips heavily against hers. His hands drew her in, refusing to let go, keeping her held safe, not forcefully, but firm enough to let Vivien know he needed her.

 

[scarlettnuit]

She was surprised when she turned and found Wyatt, he strong arms wrapping around her and bringing her closer. When his lips touched hers, it was if he opened some before undiscovered well and now it flowed freely. As she kissed him, her hands moved around his torso and to his back, wanting him to stay close. She hadn’t realized how stressed and scared she had been until now, until she felt the level of safety that Wyatt’s arms seemed to provide.

She deepened her kiss, letting her tongue explore and touch and taste him, she moaned softly into his mouth at this small delight. She never kissed her dates, it was simply too personal and because of this, she hadn’t been kissed in years.

Her hands moved to his chest, one find it’s way to run through his hair. The taste of his luscious kisses made her feel ravenous for them. It was with much reluctance that she finally managed to pull herself away from him.

“We should probably eat something; and I should probably look at that shoulder. How’s it holding up?” She asked him as she moved to be across the table from him, using food as an excuse to move away. While she hated to admit, she was scared of letting anyone in close, especially given that the last person she let through her thick armor was now dead. She grabbed a piece of chicken and plopped down on the little love seat.

“Once we drop him off tomorrow, back to the city. Then I’m really kicking you out. I don’t want your whole career to hit the skids because if me. I know you’ve worked hard to be where you are.”