Stranded

[Countess DeWinter]

Nitelight, a little something intimate for us...

IC: The snow was starting to fall much harder. I could barely see the road ahead. This must be what hell is like. Driving at 20 mph on a two-lane state highway on my way to what promised to be the most boring work-related trip on record. Worst yet, I was stuck with HIM. Not a day went by but this gift to womankind was insulting me. When I'd started with the company three months ago, I'd thought he was pretty cute. But we had the kind of chemistry that was explosive. We couldn't be near each other for five minutes without sniping at each other.

OOC: Rosemarie Thomas, 29, 5'7", 120, shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, kind of up-tight Marion-the-librarian type, keeps figure (mostly) hidden under suits and such, but underneath...
You are free to name and describe HIM, darling

IC: He turned right off the highway. "Where are we going," I demanded. We'd agreed to keep out of each other's way for the trip, but I thought is was fair to ask where the heck he was taking us.
"I looked at the map earlier," he replied in a sharper-than-necessary tone, "this will cut nearly an hour off our time."

"I don't think this is a good idea..." The road rose sharply toward the tree line. "This road doesn't seem very safe."

"Hey! Why don't you let me do the driving!"

"I will if you would actually drive and quit looking at the map!" I snatched at the map in his hands and he snatched it back. Neither of us saw the patch of black ice on the road, but I felt the back tires slide sideways at the same time he did.

Suddenly we were spinning and rolling toward the ditch. Everything was out of control for what seemed like an eternity, then we finally bounced to a stop, the front end of our rental car in the ditch.
We crawled out of the car and surveyed the damage. The crest of the ditch was about five feet straight up behind us. He had a cut across his forehead that was bleeding and I felt like my ankle had been crushed, but it was probably just wrenched.
The worst casualty was my cell phone. Somehow, it had gotten utterly crushed and lay at my feet where I'd thrown it in disgust and frustration.
"Great!" I said with barely concealed anger. "What do we do now, Mr. Andretti?"
"What do you mean by that, Ms. Side Seat Driver? If you hadn't grabbed at the map we wouldn't be here right now!"
"Me!" I could feel my blood pressure rise. "You're the one who took this brilliant short cut!"
"Look," he said, trying to calm down, "fighting isn't going to help us any. Let's head toward that cabin I saw. Maybe someone there has a phone and we can get out of here."
"Okay," I grudgingly agreed. I hated it when he was right.

After a few minutes of struggling into a few more layers of clothing dug from our now-discarded suitcases, we limped toward the cabin. Unfortunately, no one was in residence. Even worse, after opening the door with a little help from his shoulder, we discovered the cabin didn't even have
electricity. The only good news was there was running water and a fireplace. At least we wouldn't freeze.

 

[R Nitelight]

Dave Kent

OOC: Dave Kent. 24 years old. 5'11", 185. Short brown hair. Brown eyes. Well built. Fresh out of college, he joined the company and was assigned to be Miss Thomas' assistant. He's not happy with the assignment, but there's nothing he can do about it. Until now.


IC:
I knew I was being insubordinant. I knew I was this close to crossing the line and getting fired. Frankly, I didn't care. I was sick to death of Miss Thomas.
Yes, that's right. Miss Thomas. We worked shoulder to shoulder together for fourteen hours a day, and she still insisted I call her Miss Thomas.
It all went back to that one misunderstanding. I had been with the company for about two weeks when Miss Thomas asked me to stay after work. We were in her office looking over some contracts when all of a sudden I was seized with an overwhelming urge to kiss her. I did, and she responded, but only for an instant. Then she pulled away, slapped me across the face, and read me the riot act. Ever since that day, she had been the original Ice Princess.

So here we were, driving down a back road through the worst snowstorm to hit this area in thirty years. I was driving and I was pissed and I wanted to strangle Miss Thomas. Suddenly, I lost control of the car and we went sliding off the road. The car lurched, and my head slammed into the steering wheel, making me see stars.
Miss Thomas was all over me before my head stopped ringing. We argued some more before I suggested heading for the cabin.

I practically had to carry her. She had somehow screwed up her ankle, and couldn't put any weight on it. It took us forever to reach shelter, and when we finally got there, we found the cabin was deserted.
"Perfect," I cursed. "Absolutely perfect."
I set Miss Thomas down on the bed and helped her elevate her ankle, then I looked around. No electricity, but there was a fireplace, and a good supply of wood. I started a fire and warmed my hands, almost forgetting that I had company. Miss Thomas was quick to remind me, though.....

[Edited by R Nitelight on 11-27-2000 at 03:31 PM]

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Rosemarie Thomas

"You're doing it wrong," I said. From my perch on the bed, I did what I always did. I supervised Dave.

He dropped the log he was holding and rolled his eyes at me. "What am I doing wrong, pray tell?" His voice was full of scarcasm which he knew I hated.
"You have to lay the kindling in a little pile and get that going THEN lay the larger logs on." I proceeded to tell him, in detail, how it should be done. As could be expected, he listened for about three seconds, then turned around and went back to doing it exactly as he had before. God! He could make me so angry I was seeing red.
"Fine!" I huffed and sat back on the bed. My ankle still throbbed. I eyed the case on one of the pillows and made up my mind. I started tearing it into strips and, after a while, fashioned a bandage for my ankle. Fortified, I limped into the little kitchen and looked around for something to eat. There wasn't much. We hadn't eaten since breakfast several hours ago.
I hobbled into the front room where Dave sat nursing the fire. "It looks like beans," I held up one can, "or beans," holding up the other can. "Apparently the people who normally inhabit this rustic little lodge aren't gormands. If you'll clear a place beside the fire, I'll open these cans and we can eat. Perhaps that will make one of us less cranky."

I noticed the cut over his eyebrow. Not seeing any mirrors evident, I put down the cans and limped up to him with a left over strip of bandage.
"Hold still," I said. I didn't mean to sound so...so...imperial. I guess I didn't know any other way to talk. "Hold still, please," I said in slightly softer tone. "This needs to be cleaned." I leaned closer to him to dab at the bloody cut without touching him too much.
He smelled good. I wasn't expecting that. His cologne or after shave was a subtle, musky scent that teased my senses. I shook my head. Those certainly weren't proper thoughts to have about my assistant. Ever since he'd kissed me that night in the office, I had had to work very hard to maintain the proper office relationship.

 

[R Nitelight]

Dave Kent

Her touch was deft. In minutes, she had doctored me with a skill that surprised me.
"Why don't you kiss it and make it feel all better?" I asked somewhat sarcastically. To my surprise, she did, lightly brushing her lips against the dressing. Before I could respond, she got up and hobbled out of the room.

I found her in the kitchen trying to find a pot. She was making a lot of noise, carelessly banging the cookware together. She was clearly upset. I stepped behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"That was stupid," she said. "I don't know what came over me. I wasn't thinking clearly. I should have never...."
I whirled her around and pressed my mouth to hers. I could feel her melt in my arms as our kiss went on and on. Then, she broke the kiss and tried to push me away.
"We can't do this, Dave," she said. "It wouldn't be right. We work together. I'm your immediate superior. Besides, I have someone....."
I cut her sound arguments off with another kiss.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Rosemarie

Dave's kiss shocked me. There's no other way to describe it. Pure shock. Well, maybe one other word: wow!
"We can't do this, Dave," I said. "It wouldn't be right. We work together. I'm your immediate superior. Besides, I have someone....."
His insistent lips on mine quickly cut off any protests I had. Okay, I really wasn't involved with anyone. We'd only gone out a couple of times and he hadn't called in a while...

My head was spinning when he finally disengaged his lips from mine. I swallowed hard. I didn't know how to act. Just like I hadn't known how to respond when he'd kissed me that first time in the office. It had been easier just to discourage him. But now I didn't want to. I opened my mouth to protest, but no sound came out. Still, this was highly inappropriate.
I turned away from him and leaned against the counter and tried to catch my breath. I could feel him standing behind me - standing too close. I felt his hands come up to brush my hair away from my neck. The high-necked collar of my conservative blouse covered most of the bare skin, except for the sensitive area just below my ear. When his lips touched me there, I briefly sent up a thanks that the counter held me up.

 

[R Nitelight]

Dave Kent

Miss Thomas moaned when I pressed my lips against her delicate earlobe, but she gasped when I reached around and cupped her full breasts. She grabbed my hands and tried to pull them away, but I was too strong for her.
"Please don't, Dave," she begged. I ignored her. Instead of letting go, I squeezed harder. Miss Thomas had a fantastic rack. She liked to keep them hidden beneath her prim professional business suits, but there were some things that the most conservative clothes couldn't disguise.

Next, I tried unbuttoning her blouse, but she was shifting around so nervously that I could only fumble with the buttons. I got so fed up with my effort that I just grabbed the front and ripped it open, sending buttons flying everywhere.....

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Rosemarie

I gasped loudly. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined this scene. I almost felt the need to pinch myself to make sure this wasn't some accident-induced fantasy.
No, Dave's hands mauling my breasts were real. They were also strangely arousing. Instead of hurting me, his fingers were causing my nipples to harden. I closed my eyes and prayed that he wouldn't comment on my choice of lingere. The matching red lace bra and panties were probably the last thing he would expect me to be wearing...
Somehow, I managed to find my senses and brought my arms up in an effort to dislodge Dave's hands.
"Stop!"
My plea sounded weak to my own ears. I couldn't seem to find the strength to push him away.

Did I want to?

 

[R Nitelight]

Dave Kent

"Stop!" she said sharply. I ignored her. I knew I had crossed the line. Stopping wasn't an option.
I twisted her around to get a better look, and my eyes widened at what I saw.
"Why, Miss Thomas," I exclaimed. "You are just a bundle of surprises, aren't you?"
I reached out and traced a line along the soft scarlet material. Her full breasts were heaving, and almost threatened to pop out of her bra.
"Nice. Very nice," I whistled. "I wonder what you have under here...."
I reached for the hem of her long skirt and began to slowly raise it....

 

[Countess DeWinter]

"I wonder what you have under here...."

His fingers closed on my skirt and started pulling up. I tried to pull free of his grasp, but he was just too strong. His body was an unmoveable brick wall pressing me against the counter. I could feel his heat. I could feel his arousal pressing against my stomach.
A mental picture of him flashed on my eyes...naked, on top of me, holding me down while......I groaned softly and his eyes came up sharply to mine. I saw a look of conquest, of triumph, of a battle nearly won.
He smiled cockily, his fingers finally finding the bare flesh of my thigh above my stocking. I gasped at how hot his fingers were. His lips claimed mine again - hard - before I could give voice to my objections. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and foraged there like a conquering soldier. His fingers found my panties and pressed their way inside.

 

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