Thread: Bodyguard

When Abbie had come out her room, before they went shooting, wearing short denim shorts and hose, hed almost done a double-take. His eyes had lingered on her legs for several seconds, far more than would be long enough for her to realize he was looking at them, before he had finally led her down to the range. Shooting had been fun, hed always enjoyed teaching newbies to shoot. Long ago, hed decided, if he ever left the police department, hed love to get a job as a firearms instructor somewhere. When shed expressed an interest in learning to shoot a rifle, hed thought about the outdoor range that had been set up in the grounds, apparently the cabin had once been used to house hunting parties and an outdoor range had been set up to allow them to sight in their rifles. That might be possible, he said, softly. Hed noticed a couple of big bore rifles in the small armory, including a copy of the Marine Corps standard sniper rifle. Hed trained on that rifle, Marine Corps snipers called it Kate. His instructor had been an old school Marine sniper, a Vietnam veteran. Theyd gone trap shooting, once, the other guy hadnt needed a shotgun, and hed picked every target off with his sidearm. The rest of the evening had consisted of dinner and watching DVDs, Draven had settled himself into a comfortable recliner which left the couch for Abbie. Shed sat with her long legs tucked up under her, and although hed done his best to resist he knew hed glanced across at her legs at least a dozen times, and that shed caught him at least once. Again she had asked about that book, and his response had been a lot shorter and sharper than hed intended. But, the truth was, he was tired and fed up of people asking if he was related to the author. As far as he could tell, she was married to another former marine and detective who just happened to have the same last name as him, but that was as far as the connection went. They werent related, as far as he could tell. Before going to bed he stepped outside for one last cigarette, but as he stood under the eaves that covered the porch he found his mind kept drifting to Abbie and the way shed looking in the shorts and hose. That Night Draven lay on his bed, the Colt and three spare magazines on the covers beside him. He was planning to clean his sidearm, but so far he hadnt been able to summon up to motivation to do so. He picked up a cartridge, examining it from every possible angle, before there was a soft knock at the closed door to his room. Come in, he said, softly, before the door opened to reveal Abbie standing in the doorway. She was wearing nothing except black pantyhose and an ACDC T shirt. She leant against the door frame, before she moved slowly, sensuously, into his room, crossing to the bed before she knelt on the soft covers. Youre so uptight, you really should learn to let yourself go and enjoy yourself, she said, her voice breathy, before she pushed him back onto the bed. You know what you, what we both, want, she added, as she reached up to pull the shirt over her head and expose her naked breasts. Draven awoke with a start from the dream, his heart racing. He glanced at the clock beside his bed, it was almost eight in the morning. What the fuck is happening to me? He asked himself, as he realized exactly what had been happening to him, what he had been dreaming and the effect it had had on him. For the briefest second his hand moved to the hard lump of gristle between his legs, that which poked through the hole in his shorts, it would be so easy to lose himself in that fantasy, but he stopped himself. He was a marine, a cop, he had a job to do and he had to stay focused. He got out of bed, went to the shower and made sure the water was as cold as possible. It was a clich, but if that was what it took then that was what he would do. That he was attracted to Abbie was not in dispute, it was what he did about it that mattered. And if he had to take cold showers for the next day, or week, or month, then so be it. Leaving the shower, he dressed quickly and then went through to the kitchen. He made coffee and then stepped outside for a smoke. Theyd need more logs, and without thinking about it he went across to the woodshed and began to chop more. A little over ten minutes later, with no more logs to chop, he had returned to the house, which was when he had encountered Abbie. It took him several seconds to realize that she was naked except for the pantyhose and T shirt. Hed stared at her, although he tried not to, before she had backed away from him and disappeared into her room. He thought about following her, but was stopped as the burner phone rang. Darius, he said, answering the phone. I trust everything is going well, said a familiar voice on the other end of the line. Something like that, he answered, after a few seconds. He paused, then added. How are things on your end? Nothing new, stay alert and well be in touch soon, answered the voice, before the line cut off and Draven was left listening to dead air. Well, so much for getting this over with quickly, he said, to himself, as he returned the phone to his pocket. Although, in truth, he was glad about that. Something seem3ed to be developing between him and Abbie. What it was, he had no idea, and it scared the hell out of him, but at the same time he knew he didnt want it to just fade and die Abbie just sat on the edge of her bed in a semi-state of shock. Having done what she had did and having Draven actually see her in that state was overwhelming. A tiny part of her mind wanted to shout that she had wanted that to happen but was shushed by the rest of it. How long she sat like that she never never knew but finally her body started to relax from the rigid pose she had had. Leaning forward with elbow resting on her knees, she cupped her head in both hands. What did I do... she whispered It wasnt like she had walked out there nude but it was close enough. What was the most shocking to Abbie was the reactions of both her and Draven. No screaming or attempts to cover up or looks. Nothing like that happened. Only surprise. If she hadnt left him.... What wouldve happened next? An image formed in her mind of Draven coming over to hold her, to kiss her, to pull the shirt off of her, to take her to bed, to....to make love to her. A gasp came from her lips as she looked up at the closed door. The dreams and now this. Oh my gods... For the first time in her young life, Abbie wanted to be made love to by someone. It wasnt lust or a need. She had been through that already with the pig. He had talked the talk and pushed the right buttons and almost succeeded but for her protection detail finding them before the paparazzi did. What was happening now felt so different than that. Did Draven feel the same way? That was the impossible question. His reactions to what had just happened had been to leave or throw a coat on her. He had just looked without expression. Perhaps he was just being polite? She groaned as her knuckles lightly rapped her forehead. It was so frustrating! The unknowns in all of this... The questions she wanted to ask but couldnt. It was so damn frustrating! Why couldnt this be over so the two of them could go their separate ways and never see each again?. The most terrifying thing was that there was part of her that didnt want it to end and not just because of making love. Something more than that.... Later.... When Abbie came out of her room, with bra, panties, and shorts on she found Draven sitting in the TV area cleaning his gun and the .38 Tabby had given her. He looked up her for a moment and went back to the cleaning without saying a word. In a way, she was glad of that. Making a detour to the kitchen, Abbie fixed herself a sandwich and brought it to sit nearish him. It was kind of interesting watching a the pieces that made up his .45 go back together. So many little pieces that had to fit perfectly in order for it to work. What kind of recoil does the .38 have compared to the .22 I shot yesterday? she asked softly. Just curious. Its a little more but not like the Beretta. With practice you would get used it. He looked at the open cylinder of the .38 before snapping it shut with a click. The stopping power is more and its accurate even with the short barrel. Standing up, he looked down at Abbie and asked her if she wanted to try it. She blinked for a second before saying a quick Yes!. The time in the shooting range was like yesterday but with ehr good shooting stance, he didnt need to get too close. Abbie was kind of disappointed but tried not to show it. The recoil was more but her groupings were also good. Not dead center but in the center of the torso area. After they were done, Abbie cleaned the weapon without having to be told and then gave it back to him. As she handed it over, their fingers touched briefly and neither moved for a moment as they looked at each other. Nothing was said afterwards. It was her turn to make supper and this time it was spaghetti with meat sauce. I huge bowl so they didnt need anything else. As she sat down, she saw him reaching into a cabinet for something.... After what had happened earlier, Abbie coming out of her room wearing nothing except the T shirt and her pantyhose, Draven had no idea what to think. When shed rushed back into her room hed been almost grateful, because if shed stayed out there just a little longer he didnt know what he would have done. Not that he would ever have forced himself on herbut stillthe desire for her was very definitely there. The phone call from the chief had helped to make him focus. Hed gone outside for a smoke, but his mind had been filled with thoughts of Abbie, images of her in just the hose and shirt. She had great legs and a sexy ass, and he felt sure hed caught a glimpse ofhe tried to derail the thought but it remained in his head. Returning to the cabin, hed gone to his room to fetch his gun cleaning kit. Hed lingered a brief second outside her door, before hed moved on. Cleaning his gun helped, a little. Not that it needed to be cleaned, but he found that the simple task of stripping, cleaning and putting the weapon back together helped his mind to concentrate, to focus on something other than Abbie. When she came out of her room, a little later, this time fully dressed, and had gone through to the kitchen to make herself a sandwich, his eyes had followed her for a brief second before he returned his attention to the task at hand. What? You didnt make me one? He teased her, as she sat down and watched him. The shooting session had gone well, shed handled the punch of the .38 pretty well and her shot groupings had been good. They werent that well placed, but the grouping was tight. With a little training, shed easily pass basic marksmanship. Whilst Abbie cooked dinner, he went outside for a cigarette. There was a definite chill in the air and before he returned he made sure to gather a good supply of logs for the fire. Hed have to chop more, tomorrow, but for now they had more than enough. When Abbie called to say dinner was ready, he went through to the small dining area as she brought in a bowl of pasta and sauce. He reached for a beer, but instead his fingers curled around the neck of a bottle of wine. He wasnt much of a wine drinker, but he figured it wouldnt hurt. Youve had wine before? He asked, as the bottle hovered over her glass. She nodded, and he poured a little into her glass. Dinner had been nice, the conversation general and pleasant. As they sat talking over their empty plates, he tried not to frown as Abbie kept topping up her glass. He never drank on duty, and technically he was still on duty, so hed limited himself to the one glass. As they talked he noticed Abbie start to slur her words, just as little, and he took the bottle away from her as she went to top up her glass yet again. She didnt resist, and after another ten minutes or so she had excused herself to go to bed. Clearing the dishes away, Draven had made himself coffee and then went outside for a last smoke before bed. The temperature had definitely dropped since the sun went down, and a wicked wind blew around the cabin. Returning to the lounge with his coffee, he sat on the couch and enjoyed the quiet, save for the odd crackle from the fire, before he finally rose to his feet and went through to his room. Hed barely laid down on the bed, when there was a small knock at his door before it opened and he saw Abbie, framed in the doorway, wearing nothing but her pantyhose and T shirt. Hello, sailor, she said. Abbie, what are you doing? He asked, once hed recovered from the shock. The image before him was just like the dream hed had the night before. That she was drunk, he knew, but at the same time he couldnt take his eyes off her legs, off the curve of her breasts beneath the shirt she wore. He shook his head, trying to clear it, even as he heard himself say Abbie, are you drunk? He didnt need her to answer, he knew she was drunk. No, no Im not, she answered, after a few seconds, as she thought about her answer, moving away from the doorframe shed been leaning against and then almost instantly leaning back against it. I want you, she said, after a few more seconds. Slowly he rose from the bed and went across to her, dodging as she tried to slide her arms around him. Youre drunk, he said, softly, as she seemed to stumble and almost fall into his arms as she moved away from the doorframe shed been leaning against for support. And I wont take advantage of that, he added, as he caught her. He scooped her up into his arms, twisting away from her as she tried to kiss him. He carried her back to bed, held her hair from her face as she was violently ill, and stayed by her bedside until she finally fell asleep. Next Morning Draven awoke early, went to stoke the fire, put on coffee and then stepped outside for a smoke. As he smoked his mind drifted to the night before, Abbie coming to his room, just like his dream. Except, in his dream, shed been stone cold sober. He knew he could have taken advantage of her, but he wasnt like that. And yet, at the same time, he knew he was attracted to her and that if shed been sober hed have taken her in a heartbeat. He was attracted to her, he couldnt deny that anymore. When and how it had happened he had no idea, but he knew it was true. Several hours later, it was almost midday, he heard movement coming from the area where Abbie had her room. Hed heard the shower running earlier. He went to make fresh coffee, had a mug already poured for her when she came into the kitchen. And awkward silence hung between them as she took her coffee, it lasted for almost half an hour before she started to speak. Draven, I she looked at him, her eyes soft. She looked lost, vulnerable, but more than that he could see that she felt for him exactly as he felt for her. How long theyd have, he had no idea and it didnt matter. Shush, dont say anything, he whispered, as he knelt beside her. Using his fingers he gently lifted her head, gazed into her eyes, before he leant in to kiss her. Whether shed kiss him back, slap him, run away screaming, he had no idea. An eyebrow went up at seeing the wine bottle in Draven's hands as she dished out the spaghetti onto their plates. On occasion, Abbie said with a nod. Because she was underage, she couldn't be seen drinking publicly but at private dinners with her folks she might have a glass. Harder stuff though, she stayed away from that. There would be plenty of time later in life to experiment and see what she might like. After he pour the glasses, she took a sip of her's and decided that it wasn't bad. As they ate, Draven told her about the phone call and how they were stuck there for a while longer. She asked him if next they called, if he could ask to have her parents call her. Even if it was just a brief I'm fine type call. Abbie knew her parents had to be getting frantic about her and she was missing them too. They had been all the way in California when all of this broke. Gods only knew how they reacted when they had found out. Just thinking about it made her fill her glass with more wine then he had given her. With the plates empty, they stayed at the table and talked more than they had since meeting. Nothing too personal, just little things about his being a detective and her plans after graduating. He was a bit surprised at hearing that she wanted to go to CalTech to get a degree in astronomy and make that a career. Working on her second full glass, Abbie mentioned how she probably wouldn't get in this fall because of the campaign and her 'needing' to be in it according to the campaign gurus. Abbie giggled for no reason and was surprised when Draven took the bottle away from her. They 'talked' for a little while longer but it was more of an Abbie monolog. Finally, the room started to feel awfully warm and she wanted to get out of some of the clothes to cool off. Couldn't do that in front of him because it was wrong she knew. So Abbie smiled a good night to him, toddled off to bed. After closing the bedroom door she fell face first into bed and should have been asleep in seconds but couldn't. The images from the dreams, from what happened earlier in the day, and tonight all ran together. Her head pounded against the pillow a few times in frustration. She wanted him. She wanted to share his bed and make love. She wanted him to always be there. She..... Don't say that... Don't ever THINK that, she whispered to herself. You're just horny is all and we can take care of that right now! It was quite a bit of effort to get her t-shirt and then bra off without strangling herself in the process. Abbie sat on the edge of her bed and groaned as she looked down at her shorts. Those and the panties both had to go but she was worried about breaking a leg in doing so. The shorts were kind to her and didn't fight. Shaking her shirt, she got the bra out and looked at it. Did she want to go to the trouble putting it on? Didn't he want to see her boobs? Probably did but her beauty would be too much for him so on the shirt it went. When she walked out of the bedroom it was like another person was running her body and Abbie was just along for the ride. Seeing Draven laying there in bed with just his undies on was something that made her smile. And yes, she wanted him so badly right now! His lips, his hands, his... Another smile at being able to say the word, his cock. She wanted it all! Her legs however had other problems coordinating themselves. Finally she was in Draven's arms...but no kissing! Hey! Stomach began to rumble.... Next thing Abbie knew was that her head was in the toilet and she was puking her guts out. Someone was making her wash her mouth out and then drink water before putting her to bed. Now sleep finally claimed Abbie and the dreams mercifully kept their distance. Uggghhhh..... she groaned from under blanket. At some point Abbie had woken up enough to pull the blanket over head because the dark room was too bright. What finally woke her up for good was the skunk that had crawled under the covers with her. It really stunk. She groaned again at realizing the skunk had died in her mouth and if she didn't do something about it, she was going to puke again. Staggering to the bathroom, Abbie washed her teeth before sitting on the toilet to take stock of the situation. She had had too much to drink and she had done things... Things that she could remember doing. How could she face Draven after that? Maybe she could hide in the room and have food slipped under the door? Yeah that would work... Abbie knew the only to do was go out and face him... She sipped a little of the coffee but mostly let the mug warm her hands as she looked at the table surface. Draven wasn't yelling at least. He didn't even seem upset when she dared look at him. The worst thing of it all was that her feelings hadn't changed. In fact, they had grown deeper from lust to something that she couldn't understand at the moment. All she knew was that she wanted to be near him and in his arms. She just knew that there were feelings for her behind his eyes. What and how powerful she didn't know but ached to find out. How could she expect anything from him after the embarrassing spectacle of yesterday afternoon and last night? He wouldn't want anything to do with her. Not even she wanted anything to do with her! Abbie looked at him and started to speak but before more than a couple of words came out he was kissing her. Her eyes went huge before slowly closing as she melted against him. She hadn't had much practice at truly kissing a man but Abbie was a fast learner. They parted to catch their breath before she leaned in to kiss him. Their mouths opening so their tongues could introduce themselves to the other. When the kiss ended this time, both saw the same fire in their eyes. A wordless questions was asked and then answered. With a smile, they went into the, so-far, unused master bedroom. It wasn't much different from the others except for a bigger bed.