CHAPTER SIX
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Author: Spellbound Willow showered and left the gym quickly, her mind was buzzing with way too many thoughts and images and she had to try and focus her attention on her job, a job for which she would be late if she didn't get moving. When she was with Tara, seconds seemed to have passed, when in reality, they had been there for over two hours. As she ran down the road, her mind filled with the hypnotic eyes of the woman she had spent the past hour or so with, the tiny flecks of grey hidden in amongst the blue had pulled her in like a magnet. She idly wondered how many people had looked that deep into those eyes, if, maybe Tara had someone at home who had the honour of waking up every morning and looking into those eyes. Willow's mind jumped from that thought, she selfishly wanted Tara to be single. The blonde had smelt so good, a faint aroma of 'Tommy Girl' had reached her nose when they had been sparring, amidst the sweat and arousal she had picked up the sweet smell and clung to it desperately. Suddenly she stopped, her house was less than a block away and she glanced at her watch. "That's crazy!" she said into the afternoon light. "Twenty minutes and I'm home?" she shook her wrist and stared at her watch once again. On stopping, Willow rubbed her shoulder; her training bag had weighed heavy on it and, during her run had rubbed the smooth skin almost raw. Walking slowly up her path, she pushed open the front door and dropped her bag just inside. Stripping from her light top and jeans, she dropped them on top of the bag for washing. Willow padded across her thick carpet and up the stairs into her bathroom. Stepping into the shower she ran the water and flinched when it hit her raw shoulder. In the steam, her mind raced back to the most wonderful hour she had spent at the gym. She pictured Tara's grin, the soft sexuality in her voice, a voice tinted with a slight Southern twang. Soaping herself slowly with the tangerine body wash she loved, Willow's mind raced. 'That voice whispering in my ear' she thought, images of the two intertwined on her bed, Tara's strong hands gently caressing her back, gliding effortlessly over her soft skin. Willow shivered despite the hot water. "C'mon Red, snap out of it!" she told herself, surprised by her bodies readiness and arousal at the merest thought of the blonde. Washing herself down, Willow inhaled sharply as her fingers brushed her hard nipples. Rather than 'snapping out of it' her fingertips teased the erect nubs, rolling each one slowly in turn. Moaning into the room, Willow's right hand slid further down her body, pausing only briefly before slipping between the soaked lips and finding her clit, hard and throbbing and screaming for attention. Ministering to her clits ache, Willow rubbed small, fast circles over the nerve bundle, her legs twitching and shaking. Falling back against the cold tile, her short nails dug into the sensitive flesh of her right breast and she moaned loudly into the steam, her fingers increasing their pace on her clit and occasionally dipping into her core, drawing the wetness out. As her orgasm neared, her legs gave way and she slid down the wall, her muscles twitching and contracting. Images of Tara flooded her consciousness and, thrusting two fingers deep inside, Willow's fingers curled upwards, finding that trusty spot and releasing her climax, moaning and panting, she called Tara's name into the emptiness. Tara had showered and changed slowly, hoping that if she dragged out the process, the redhead would emerge from one of the changing rooms. After almost half an hour, she resigned herself to the fact that she had missed her. Stepping out into the lobby, Tara scanned around and saw Julie sat behind the large desk. "You going?" she asked as Tara approached. "Yeah, I want to go to bed for a couple of hours before work." Tara told her, the disappointment at missing Willow evident in her voice. Julie waggled her eyebrows playfully. "Mmmm, I'm sure you do!" Tara just shook her head, after Willow had left the training room; Julie had delighted in teasing her and making lovey eyes. "Bye Julie!" Tara said as she headed towards the front door, eager to escape before another round of friendly, but childish banter ensued. She arrived back at her apartment building within five minutes and kicked the door open. Stretching, she flinched slightly against a sudden tightness in her cheek. Examining the soft area in the mirror, Tara grinned. "She really did leave her mark." she told her reflection as her fingers stroked the bruise that was rapidly forming on her cheek. After a quick glass of juice, Tara settled herself down on the bed, her eyes closing almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. Immediately, Willow filled the dark void and she smiled before falling into a redhead filled sleep. "So, what exactly were you two doing this morning?" Riot questioned as they drove through the quiet streets in their squad car. Willow turned to him with a fixed look of innocence. "Me? We were sparring!" she told him before returning her gaze to the passing houses. "That's a crock of shit Red." he answered back, "That wasn't sparring! Unless you were filming some sort of kickboxing porn!" Rolling her eyes, Willow shook her head. "Why is everything always about sex with you?" she asked accusingly. "We were sparring and then we fell and then you walked in." she told him sternly. "Easy there Red, if that's your story." Riot sounded slightly hurt by her harshness and she felt a momentary twang of guilt. Why was she being so secretive? It wasn't as though he didn't know she liked women or that she was in a relationship. There was no real reason to hide her attraction, but she did so nonetheless. Riot's voice cut into her guilt. "But it won't hold up in court." he giggled. The radio cut into anything else either one had to say. "55Charlie." Riot grinned as Willow became all business, it was like a switch had been tripped in her and her hand shot to the radio on her shirt. ""55Charlie, go ahead." she answered, her tone efficient and confident. "Charlie, we have an attempted robbery at Sycamore and Ninth." the controller told them. "55 Charlie, on our way." Willow replied and leant forward to flick the switches for the lights and sirens as Riot put his foot down and sped towards the incident. Tara awoke to the alarm clock that she had set automatically. Rising from the bed, she stretched and wandered slowly into the shower. After admiring the bruise she had received from the redhead earlier that day, she slipped under the water and showered quickly before finding her work clothes and stepping into them. After a quick check to make sure she had everything, Tara stepped out into the rapidly encroaching night. After collecting her radio and dropping off her personal things in the office, Tara assumed her position on the front door of the 'Flying Handbag'. Smiling sweetly at each person as she checked their ID, her senses were primed for trouble. Across the car park, a tall man stood smoking a cigarette, its orange tip glowing against the darkening sky. "T, he's back." Tara looked up from the woman in front of her to the person that had spoken. 'Oh great.' Tara thought. "Keep an eye on him." Tara told her fellow bouncer and continued to check peoples ID's. An hour passed without incident, a drunken couple had fallen from the club, too wrapped up in each other to notice the step and had spilt into the street, but that was the height of excitement. As if on cue, the man known only as 'Him' crossed the street and joined the handful of people cuing at the door. Smiling politely at Tara he wandered into the club and out of sight. Tara shivered against the total lack of cold, "That guy really gives me the creeps." she told her colleague on the door. With the queue numbering a half dozen or so, Tara excused herself and made her regular patrol of the interior of the building, checking in with other staff and making sure everyone was happy. The DJ waved at Tara as she passed by the front of the booth and Tara flashed her a smile. 'Him' appeared in front of her, blocking her path. Steeling herself from the cold grey stare she received, Tara smiled politely and tried to pass. "Do you like Police?" he asked, catching hold of her arm. Instinctively, Tara's muscles tensed and the mad released his grip immediately. "What?" she asked, her tone a little more clipped than she had intended. "Do you like Police?" he yelled a little louder. Tara looked confused, "Police?" she asked, imagining members of the L.A.P.D, a certain redheaded member popped into her mind and she grinned. "The group?" the man pulled her from her happy fantasy. Shrugging, Tara gave him a neutral answer. "They're ok." He grinned and moved to the side, letting her past. "I have to get back to work!" she told him as a means to excuse herself. As she made her way to the 'bottom' bar, Tara heard the opening chords of a Police track burst into the room and she shivered as though it were ice, rather than music washing over her. Every breath you take Every single day She had a distinct memory of reading a magazine article about this very song. 'It was number one for eight weeks in 1983', 'Was on the soundtrack of Runaway Bride'. Tara's mind recalled each fact as clearly as if she were reading the article over again. 'Is a song about an obsessive stalker. Bingo! Memory hits jackpot, all the money goes to me' she thought, turning back to see where 'Him' had gone. Oh, can't you see Every move you make Unsurprisingly, he was no where to be seen, no doubt lurking in the shadows watching her. For the first time since leaving her fathers house, Tara felt uneasy. She hurried to the bottom bar and checked in with the staff there before heading quickly to the front door, the need for some fresh air becoming more urgent with every step. Since you've gone I been lost without a trace The words stung her ears and made her stomach flip, part of her wanted to tell her she was overreacting, that he was just a shy guy with a crush, the more realistic part told her this could get out of hand. Oh, can't you see Every move you make As she pushed her way through the masses of people, every touch and knock made her flinch, the muscles in her neck standing prominently as her blood sped through her veins. A fight had broken out just inside the main door and her colleague was struggling to control two women who were clawing and scratching at each others faces. 'Very ladylike' Tara thought as she stepped into the foyer and grabbed one of the women, puling her to her feet and holding her in an arm lock. "Evenin'!" she said she the woman struggled in her grasp. "How are ya'll tonight?" She never understood why, but with the adrenaline coursing though her veins and a sarcastic response on the tip of her tongue, her Southern drawl came out and despite her father having banned everyone in the house from saying 'ya'll' she said it every time. Maybe that was the exact reason she did it. Everything she hadn't been allowed to do whilst under her fathers roof, she had done almost as soon as she arrived in L.A. As she escorted the woman into the street, she failed to notice 'Him' lurking in the shadows of the doorway, watching her intervene and remove a trouble maker. She also failed to notice the notes he took on her methods and technique. Returning to her place on the door, Tara inhaled the warm air deeply, happy to just be outside again. She was a country girl at heart and loved being in the air, especially at night. As she talked idly with her colleague, she didn't notice the grin spreading over 'His' face as he ducked into the toilet. Every move you make I'll be watching you |
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