Thread: Bodyguard

Abbie smiled in her sleep as she dreamt about lips that kissed her bare shoulders, a hand that reached around from to cup a naked and hard tipped breast, another hand that reached down to touch that wet.... Her eyes flew open as a gasp escaped her lips. For a moment she expected to feel those big, warm hands touching her in all the right places... When nothing happened Abbie breathed a sigh of relief and a bit of disappointment. She hadn't had a hot dream that was as vivid as that one in a long time. She settled back with eyes closed and tried to remember every detail of the dream. It wasn't that she was horny, no more than most girls that is, but just the fact that she had so little practice in it all. Other than some kissing and a boob grab, which earned the kid a fat lip, that was the extent of her exploring. As she got older, the less chances and less willing victims could be found. Who get dad was tended to keep the boys away. Although there was that dreamy Italian guy Abbie had met at a conference in Rome her dad was attending. Neither spoke the other's language but they created one in the kisses. When her mom dragged her away, she had the most dazed look and smile on her face. Suddenly her eyes flew open again as Abbie realized that she definitely wasn't in the car anymore. That she was laying on top of a bed with a sheet covering. Pushing the sheet off and sitting up, she saw in the dim moonlight that she was still fully dressed right down to her Mary Janes. She hadn't woken up in the car and Draven carried her into bed. That hadn't happened in a very long time. She wondered why he just didn't wake her up? Abbie knew that she was not 'as light as a feather'. The room didn't seem bad at all. Just a little musty but that was because the place hadn't been aired out in a while. She wondered what the rest of the place looked like but knew it could wait until morning. Wandering about in the dark wasn't a smart thing. Besides, she could still do with some more sleep. First though... Abbie swung her legs off of the bed so she could undo the straps on the shoes so she slip them off to place on the floor. There was a dresser in the corner that she went over to and pulled over a drawer. It was empty save for a couple of faded t-shirts. One seemed to have more holes than fabric. The other looked better but when Abbie hung it in front of herself she found it was twice size. It also had the ACDC logo on it as well. Shaking her head she scooted back over to the bed, stocking feet sliding on the polished wood floor. After a glance to make sure the door was closed, she reached under the skirt to slide the nylons down and off. A small sigh at feeling the tight elastic on her upper thighs being gone. The skirt, vest, tie, and white shirt quickly followed. Abbie started to reach behind her to undo the bra but stopped for a moment. Should she leave it on? It would be uncomfortable to sleep in but this wasn't her own room, it was a strange place with a stranger outside the door. A gentle shake of the head at thinking she had to worry about Draven. Her fingers moved a little and the loosened bra slipped to the floor to leave her naked but for her panties. There was a mirror on the wall that held her reflection. The light was dim but still enough to make herself out in it. Abbie shook her hair and attempted a sexy pose that made her roll her eyes. Another caused her to shake her head before pulling the shirt on. Her mom always said that she was a beautiful girl and tried to get her really into the really girly stuff but it never took. Her body might look great but what if you didnt know how to use it? Abbie gave a sigh and gathered up her clothes to place on the other side of the bed with her climbing under the covers on her side. Surprisingly, she was fast asleep not long after her her eyes closed.... Sunlight falling on his face, woke Draven a half dozen hours later, consciousness slowly returning as his sleepy brain tried to fight off the inevitable. Slowly his eyes opened, one hand rising to shield them from the bright, early morning, light that streamed through the window. It took him a few seconds to realize where he was, a little longer to remember why he was there, before the events of the previous evening came flooding back. Picking the girl up from the library, the long drive through the night, talking, stealing glances at herHe derailed that thought almost before it had formed, although he could clearly remember the gentle curve of her legs, the way they looked in the nylons she wore, the school uniformhe tried to stop the thought but it was there before he even realized. Sitting up he stretched, feeling the muscles in his back, neck and shoulders protest at the sudden movement, even as he heard his joints creak and crack. Damn, must be getting old, he said to himself, as he tried to work the knots and kinks out. Of course, he knew that sleeping on the couch hadnt helped but hed slept in much worse places and woken up better rested. He put his shoes on, tying the laces, before he finally rose to his feet and thought to check his watch. It was a little after seven in the morning. Running fingers through his hair, he headed to the room hed set Abbie in the night before. The girl was still sleeping peacefully, although the pile of discarded clothing on the floor by her bed told him shed woken in the night and undressed before she went back to sleep. Deciding to let the girl sleep, shed had a long, taxing, tiring, day the day before, he decided to check out the cabin a little more thoroughly. There were too more bedrooms, one a little smaller than the one hed settled Abbie into, and one much larger, clearly the master bedroom. As well as the three bedrooms and the lounge, there was the kitchen and a small dining room, as well as a covered porch outside. Making his way into the kitchen, he was glad to see there was at least a coffee maker, as well as fridgefreezer. He checked the cupboards, finding coffee filters and a package of coffee. He checked the expiration date on the coffee, glad to see it was still in date, and he filled the coffee maker with water, added a filter and coffee then set the machine to brew. Going across to the fridge, he checked the freezer compartment and found a pack of waffles that were still good, at least Abbie would be able to have something for breakfast, if she wanted. There was no milk, of course, but that didnt bother him, hed always drank his coffee black anyway. The smell of freshly brewed coffee carried to him and he went in search of a cup, or mug. He had to open almost every cupboard before he finally found them and he carried a mug across to the coffee maker. Pouring himself a cup of the fresh brew, he in haled the fragrance and then headed for the door that, he assumed, would take him outside and onto the porch. Outside, the lightest, gentlest, breeze blew softly through the early morning air. He was pleasantly surprised to see that the cabin was set back in a small clearing surrounded by trees and the breeze ruffled the leaves ever so gently. Despite the early hour it already felt warm outside, which told him it was going to be another hot, humid, day. Opposite the house was a small, covered, outbuilding, with a small supply of cut logs visible. Taking his coffee, he moved around beneath the eaves the covered the porch. There was a waist high railing that ran around most of the porch and he set his mug on top of it, reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes. Lighting his smoke, he tucked the old, battered, Zippo lighter back in his pocket, as he leant against the railing and drew on his smoke. Reaching for his mug, he took a sip of coffee he let his gaze take in his surroundings. Even as he took in the scenery the Marine in him was evaluating his surroundings from a tactical viewpoint. He didnt like the fact that they were almost surrounded by trees, that meant there were too many places for a bad guy to hide. But, with that said, there was only one approach to the cabin and that was fairly open, which meant that it would be almost impossible for anyone to get close without being seen. It was a trade-off, because the dense woods would also give them somewhere to hide if things went south. All in all, the cabin was perfect, he considered. Very defendable, and also very romantic. The prefect place for a romantic getaway, he thought, before he could stop himself. Almost instantly, his mind and thoughts drifted back to Abbie. She was definitely strong, the way she had coped with everything that had been thrown at her yesterday had proven that. But, at the same time, she was also vulnerable. He tried to shake the way his mind was drifting, reminding himself that he was her bodyguard, but it didnt help. Taking another sip of his coffee, he finished his smoke and flicked the butt away, watching as it spiraled through the air and died in a shower of sparks on the shingles that covered the driveway. Taking his coffee, he went back into the cabin. He needed a shower, but that could wait a few hours until he had fresh, clean, clothes, to change into. Theyd have to work on that list of things theyd need, then head for the nearby Wal-Mart. Entering the cabin, he heard movement coming from the rear of the cabin, which told him that Abbie was awake. Going to pour himself another cup of coffee, he waited for her to find the kitchen. It wasn't so much the brightness the morning light added to the room but the faint aroma of blessed coffee that woke Abbie. Two to three cups were required before she could even think of facing the day. Her eyes blinked open and then quickly shut due to the brightness before opening again. It still wasn't her own room at the mayor's mansion so it meant that everything that happened yesterday was real. A girl could hope that it wasn't, right? With a sigh, she kicked back the covers to reveal her bare legs. Yesterday she had caught the detective eyeing her legs several times. At one point, Abbie had thought he knew that she had caught him but it didn't appear to be the case. It was kind of flattering that he liked to look at them. It wasn't a pervy kind of thing... Just a 'guy' thing she bet. Girls tended to look at guys' butts, didn't they? Not that she really had. Except with the dreamy Italian guy. Now there was a.... Abbie gave a shake of her head to get THAT memory out of there. Her ears perked up at the sound of someone moving about. If he was up, then she should be as well. So out of bed she arouse and then took a look at her available clothes. Abbie had to decide how she was going to dress. Bra of course! Letting the girls run free could be dangerous since they had bounced up and nearly smacked her in the face on occasion. Skirt? Again yes. Shirt... She smiled as she pulled the ACDC off, fastened the bra, and pulled it back on. After the skirt, she looked in the mirror to see her hair going in several directions at the same time. A hair scrunchie and ponytail solved that issue. Like the night before, Abbie tried a couple of poses but stopped after they seemed worse than before. The last thing would be her glasses but they were in her bag. Not that they were a big deal because she could see without them. The world was a bit blurry but still okay. She didn't know the layout of the cabin due to being asleep when they arrived so Abbie just trusted her nose to lead her to the blessed coffee. Morning... was all she said until a cup had been poured and cradled in both hands under her pert nose. It was not the best coffee she had ever had but it would do the trick for now. A couple of sip caused a smile to spread across her lips. Mothers milk... Nectar of the gods... She then looked up at Draven and poked him in the arm with a finger. You know you could have woken me up? I didn't need to be carried in like I was five. She then smiled and shook her head. Regardless, thank you. It was very sweet. How did you sleep and where if I may ask? Does this place have more than one bedroom? Oh and check the drawers because I found this shirt in one. Draven gave her a quick tour of the place and Abbie was impressed. She had been expecting a literal log cabin with a two hole outhouse not something that approximated a full house. It kind of reminded her of a couple of places she and the parents had vacationed at when she was younger and things were calmer. Her smile faded for a moment at knowing those times were gone for good now. After seeing what they had on hand, Abbie gave a nod. I'd agree that we do need some supplies unless we're going to 'live off the land'. If you're game, I'm game. She stopped, lift her arm up, sniffed under her arm, and made a face. And I'm a bit gamey i'm afraid to say. What kinds of things do yu think we should get? If you didn't have it on the list already, clothes. All I need is a pair of sneakers, some jeans, and a couple of t-shirts. Oh and some....panties and bras. Sorry! I'd do it myself but.... Andie shrugged her shoulders helplessly. Hey, at least you don't have to go get a cube of pads! A girl at school called her dad once to bring her some because she had that time of the month. He didn't know what kind so he bought a sample of every size, shape, etc. The filled the back of the car. He showed up at lunch, standing proudly outside the car, backseat filled with pinkness, and most of the school seeing it. I've never seen a person go that shade of white as she did. Abbie was still chuckling when she knelt down to check under the kitchen sink for anything. As she did, she didn't realize that the loose t-shirt opened enough at the collar for Draven to look right down to see the cleavage formed by her bra enclosed breasts. Least we got some dish soap and towels. Standing back up, she glanced at the stove. I can cook a little. The one I can do the best is a chili that contains a ground up Satin for heat in it. It's kind of potent. I don't suggest it because we aren't close to a hospital. I was hard to tell if she was joking or not... As she knelt to check what was under the sink he started to turn towards her, about to say something, when he realized the shirt she was wearing had pulled away from her body enough to give him a view down her top. He turned away, almost before the realization had dawned on him, but he caught a hint of pert mounds and white lace even so. I think we could both do with a shower and change of clothes, said, once shed stood up. As for living off the land, nothing is in season right now, except Coyotes, and I really wouldnt recommend eating one. They taste like burnt plastic and smell twice as bad, he added, after a few seconds, with a grimace. Back during his marine survival training hed trapped one, it had taken almost a month to get the taste out of his mouth. But they sure beat the hell outta living off bugs, he added, with a sly grin and wink as he saw the look on her face. Taking their coffees through to the small dining room, they both sat at the table with a pad of paper and pen as they worked on a list of supplies theyd need to pick up. Clothes, underwear, socks, were the first things on the list, then came toiletries and other essentials and he added a first aid kit to the list. Hed already checked, and aside from a slightly mildewed pack of band aids in the bathroom cabinet there was nothing. They made a list of food, including meat, bread, fish, frozen pizza, coffee, milk, cereal, chips and snacks, drinks and such. They added other essentials, toilet paper, tissues, trash bags and various other sundry items and by the time they had finished they had quite a long list. Checking his watch, Draven realized that almost two hours had passed, it was close to eleven, time for them to go do their shopping. Fortunately the chief had given him an authorized credit card, with strict orders not to go crazy. Whilst Abbie went to get her shoes, Draven stepped outside for another smoke. He was tempted to leave her at the cabin, no one knew where they were so he was sure she would be safe, but he really didnt like the idea of leaving her alone. True, she wouldnt be able to go into the store with him, but at least in the car shed be close enough that he could get to her in time if anything happened. And, with the Mustangs tinted windows, even if someone pressed their face against the glass theyd never be able to tell anyone was inside the car unless Abbie moved. He already had the car engine running when she came out of the cabin, a few minutes later. If Abbie thought she was going to be driving, then she was going to be very disappointed. The drive to the Wal-Mart took a little over twenty five minutes, mostly because of the narrow roads and surprising amount of traffic on them. Reaching the store, he found a space in the parking lot and parked, killing the engine before he released his seatbelt and turned towards her. Stay put, and dont even think about going for a joyride, he told her, before he took off his jacket and shoulder rig, tucked the Colt into the waist of his pants, covered by his shirt, and then left the car. The shopping trip took him the best part of an hour, as he made his way around the unfamiliar store trying to find everything on the list. There were a couple of awkward moments, most notably as he was shopping for underwear for her, he wandered up and down the aisle of panties, staring at them as he tried to decide what style shed like. Shed only given him her size, so, conscious of the associate watching him like a hawk, hed finally just grabbed a couple of multipacks of a different styles and gone on his way. He also added a pack of pantyhose for her too, it wasnt on their list but he hoped she might wear them. The thought caught him by surprise, but, even more to his surprise, he didnt resist it. The rest of the shopping trip went fairly easily, as he gathered the items on the list. Clothes, shoes things for both of them, sneakers for her and a pair of combat boots for him. Swinging by the electronics department, he added a couple of DVD TV series and a couple of books. A couple of Sci Fi novels by one of his favorite authors, he had them already at home, but home was a long way away, and he added The Marine Corps Survival Manual for Abbie. He also added a thirty rack of beer and a couple of bottles of wine, too. Making his way through the checkout line, he tried not to feel too embarrassed as he felt the strange looks the cashier gave him as she rang up some of the items. Then, shopping cart loaded with bags, he left the store and headed across to where hed parked the Mustang. It took him almost five minutes to load the bags into the small trunk of the car, mostly because he had to try it three times and even then he couldnt get everything in. The last half dozen bags he placed on the small rear seat, before he got back into the car. I brought you a present, he said, with a grin, as he handed her the bag that contained the book hed brought for her. The ride back to the cabin was quicker, and just over quarter of an hour after they left the store they were carrying the bags into the cabin. You go take a shower, Ill get these put away, he told her, once they were done and faced with a mountain of plastic on the kitchen floor. He found the bags with her clothes and carried them through to her room, waiting until he heard the shower running first, and then carried the bags with his own clothes through to the other bedroom. With that done, he set about unpacking the groceries and everything else, and began putting things away. He knew he could have had Abbie help, but the truth was he wanted to be alone. He was starting to think about her a little too much, and the more she was around the more intense the thoughts, and feelings, were becoming. She was definitely attractive, very much so, but she was only eighteen and he was supposed to be protecting her. Stillhe tried to derail the thought, but he was starting to find it a lot harder than it should be. With the groceries put away, he stepped outside and lit another smoke, maybe a shower and a long run would help, but somehow he doubted it. One thing she made sure to add to their list was was a jug of plain bleach. It was one of those things that was good to have around because there were plenty of uses for it besides in laundry. When Draven had asked for her sizes Abbie was able to give them until it came time for her bra size. She said 34D in almost a whisper and then had to repeat it again so he could hear it. All the while she was looking at the table and when Abbie looked up she expect that Draven would be grinning or eyeing her chest like most guys would. Instead, he was looking into her eyes and gave a slight nod. Abbie smiled a little and nodded too. It was as if to say that everything was okay and not to be embarrassed because there wasnt anything to be embarrassed about.. They quickly moved on and settled the rest of the list. Draven hadn't said anything about disagreeing with the plan of who drove so Abbie walked out the cabin door to hear the Mustang's engine already running. Standing in front of the car she glared at him for several seconds before climbing into the passenger seat. I do have my license.... she said with a slight pout. And yet I'm not turning the car over to you, Draven replied. Mock me at your peril... I'll make that chili just to have the pleasure of watching your colin explode! That was said in a proud voice and a slight nod as Abbie decided that she had 'won'. The reply was a the slightest of chuckles.... Since she wasn't driving, Abbie put on her sunglasses and watched the scenery go by. She was almost remembering the route as well. Draven made a short stop at a gas station to top off the gas tank and to buy a couple of newspapers. That gave her something to read while he was in the store. It was weird reading about yourself in the news Abbie found. Some of the background on her was correct but some of it was.... Well the words 'exaggerated' and 'blown out of proportion' could be said of it. Abbie figured part of it was whatever info the media already had but a lot could be from the campaign staff. They so wanted to get her part of the campaign but she had put her foot down about it and her dad had agreed. At least until school was out. She was still reading when Draven came back with the load of goods. Not much in the media about what happened, she said as they headed back. Other than the basics. Not surprising of course. You will be happy to know that the president has offered the assistance of the federal agencies in tracking the bad guys down. As for me... I'm in various places from a bank vault in Williamsburg to Hawaii. Abbie laughed softly at the thought of that. A beach girl she wasn't. Oh and thank you for the book too. You didn't need to do so of course. Least now I'll know how to field dress a....um...field dress something totally inedible. They both got a chuckle from that. After hauling all of the goods inside, she was surprised that he didn't want help putting things away but wasn't going to let the chance at a shower slip by. Before undressing, Abbie checked out the clothes that laid on the bed. There wasn't anything that wasn't acceptable and it looked like Draven did very well. Even with the bra choices. She would have loved to seen him going to get those! The pack of pantyhose did cause an eyebrow to be raised. Did he get that because she had worn them with the uniform or because he.... She blinked a couple of times at the thought that Draven liked her legs in the nylons? That would be considered a 'kink'. wouldn't it? That said, she didn't have a problem with him looking at her legs so nylons it would be! As she let the hot water wash away the sweat and grime she was amazed at the amount of stuff Draven had been able to cram into the car. It looked like that wouldn't be needing to go into town for anything for at least a week if not more. That thought brought Abbie up short... A whole week? That brought the reality of the situation crashing back down on her. That and knowing that there were people she didn't know who wanted her for some reason. Wanted her but also do something to her? It was an idea that Abbie had known about but right at this moment it became a crystal clear fact. One that turned the water from feeling hot to ice cold. Mechanically, she finished the shower and began drying off. Draven was sitting on the couch when Abbie came out of her room after drying off and putting on some new clothes to sit next to him. A blind man could see there was a troubled look on her young face. I know you don't know, she said softly after a few moments. But why is this happening to me? I've never done anything to anyone. Why do they want me?! Something with my dad? What do they think it will do? Drop out? Tears began rolling down her cheeks as the emotions that Abbie hadn't felt building were released. She looked over at Draven. I just want to go home and not be scared someone is going to kill me or rape me or... I just want to go home.... I'm sorry I'm acting like an idiot... She half felt arms taking hold of her and giving dome reassurance that she was safe. The fact that Abbie was scared, emotional, that the reality of what was happening to her had finally dawned on her, really didnt surprise him. What did surprise him, though, was how long shed held out. He knew marines, and cops for that matter, who would have broken down the second their cozy little world got turned upside down. His first instinct was to put an arm around her, to hold her gently and try to reassure her everything was going to be okay, and he hesitated for only a brief second before he slipped an arm around her shoulders. Hey, look at me, he said, softly, waiting until her tear streaked face turned towards him before he added. Its okay, youre allowed to be scared, youre allowed to want to go home and for your life to go back to normal, he said, softly, as he reached out and gently brushed the tears from her cheeks with his thumb. But youre safe here, too, I wont let anyone hurt you, he added, as the barest flicker of a tiny smile brightened her face for the briefest second. Trust me, Im a Marine, he added, with a slight grin as another brief smile brightened her face. Semper Fi, she whispered. Semper Fi, he echoed, holding her for a few more minutes, until she stopped crying, although he found it much harder than it should have been to let her go. Now, Im gonna take a shower, why dont you make some coffee and well decide what to have for dinner, he finished. The Next Day The rest of the previous day had passed uneventfully, as he took a shower and the two of them had taken a short walk around the cabin before dinner. Shed prepared her infamous chili, and been more than a little surprised when he didnt collapse in convulsions because of the heat. After dinner theyd settled down to watch a couple of episodes of the TV show The Big Bang Theory on DVD, before Abbie had gone off to her room. Hed picked up a couple of board games during the shopping trip, including Monopoly, as well as a chess set, but neither of them had really felt like playing games that night. Nothing more had been said about her little breakdown, but he was sure that she knew he would protect her, and that he would do whatever it took to keep her safe. He woke early the next morning, a glance at his watching telling him it was barely after seven in the morning. Quickly he pulled on clothes, black cargo pants and a short sleeve T, along with a sweatshirt, and the boots hed brought the previous day. It might not, exactly, be Martine fatigues but it was close enough. He went through to the kitchen and made coffee, leaving the machine to brew as he stepped outside for a cigarette. As soon as he stepped outside, he sensed more than felt the change in the weather. They had been enjoying an unseasonably warm spring, but there was something in the air that told him it was about to turn. He glanced across at the small outbuilding with the chopped logs, there werent a whole lot there which meant he was going to have chop more. Finishing his smoke and heading back into the cabin, he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat at the table as he drank it. He finished his coffee and poured another cup, hed never been one for breakfast but he fixed himself a couple of waffles before he went through to her room. Listening at the door, he heard the soft sounds of her snoring softly that told him she was still sound asleep. He went back to the kitchen, poured another cup of coffee and then went back outside. Looking at the woodshed, he saw a whole pile of logs that needed to be chopped, along with an axe. Sipping his coffee, he carried the cup across and then set it down before he picked up the heavy axe and a log. Setting the log on the chopping block, he hefted the axe and then swung it down, splitting the log in half. For the next half an hour the only sounds he was aware of was the sound of his breathing and the rhythmic thunk of the axe head as it slammed into the logs. As he worked he found the rhythmic motion relaxing and therapeutic. His mind still kept drifting to Abbie, though. She was strong, intelligent, independent, but there was still a softness and vulnerability in her that drew him like a moth to a flame. He tried to stop the thoughts, but they came anyway. If he was younger, or she was older, there would be no question that he would have done something about the feelings that he knew were growing inside him. But Abbie was young enough to be his daughter, and he wasnt delusional enough to even think she might be interested in him. As far as she was concerned, he knew, he was just a bodyguard and an inconvenience. He started to work up a sweat, and he paused to take his shirt off, hanging it from a handy nail, as he picked up the axe once more. The axe head slammed into the logs, but his mind kept drifting to Abbie. He wasnt aware of the audience that watched him, didnt even realize that Abbie had woken, until he went back into the cabin an hour later and she was sitting at the dining table with coffee in hand. After she had finally stopped crying Abbie had enjoyed the warmth of Dravens body and being held against it. It wasnt like when her dad would do it, it wasnt like anything she had felt before but Abbie knew she liked it. She was still scared but now wasnt terrified like she had been because she knew that she had a protector. Before Draven had gone to take his shower, Abbie gave him a quick, chaste kiss on the cheek and a whispered Thank you. He seemed proud of himself that he survived her chilli. Abbie didnt have the heart to tell him that was nowhere near the stuff she was infamous for because it lacked the firepower of the various chilis that went into it. Someday she would make him a portion and laugh when the flames came shooting out of his ears. The rest of the evening was fairly quiet with them watching some DVDs. A normal night for her back home would be locked in her room, some light classical or classic rock depending on the mood, and her doing school work or sketch work. It was kind of nice having company. At bedtime, she put on the ACDC shirt, she now considered it her sleeping shirt, and crawled into bed. Sleep came easy because she knew she was safe with Draven there. Abbies dreams werent as passionate as the previous nights but they were still nice. Ones of her being cuddled with someone who had strong arms and liked to kiss softly but deeply. Most of the night there was a smile on her face... What eventually woke her up wasnt the sunshine or any noise. No, it was the need to pee! With that and brushing the teeth taken care of Abbie sat on the edge of the bed to let her thoughts start to untangle themselves. Today had to be a better day than yesterdays meltdown had been. It felt like all the pressure she had collecting since the nightmare began just blew up all at once. In a way it was a good thing she knew but just the fact that she had let it get that bad in the first place. Maybe there was a way to work off the tension. Draven had mentioned something about shooting range here? That could do the trick. As she was getting dressed her toes hit something under the bed. Kneel down Abbie pulled out a dust covered book. Being a Russian Biker Babe Stories from an Undercover Policewoman by Katya Komarovsky-Darius. Darius? Oh this should be good.... she said with a grin. When she went searching for him, Abbie saw the remains of a waffle on a plate and the pot of hot coffee. It was then she heard a rhythmic thunk sound outside. Grabbing a cup, she went to a window to look out and nearly dropped her cup. There was her protector out chopping wood. Shirtless. Shirtless and sweaty, Shirtless and sweaty and muscles defined. Her mouth had dropped open and her eyes grew wide as she took in the sight. This wasnt the first time she had seen a guy shirtless with her own eyes. This was, however, the first time she had seen one all by herself and not boy either. Not even someone a little older. This was a man. Abbie knew she should turn away. Make breakfast. Do anything. Her legs wouldnt obey the commands to move though. All she could do was watch as he moved, muscles flexed, sweat dripped, ass got defined from bending. It was a human body, big deal! It was also a body that had held her to him the previous day. Her brain just didnt know how to react to all of this. It was a good thing she was in the shadows so he couldnt see her watching. Finally, without realizing it Abbie set the cup down on the table and went for her bag in the bedroom. Quickly returning, she opened her sketchbook and took a deep breath to stop her fingers from trembling. In quick but exact strokes, ones that her art teachers loved, she made a sketch of Draven in mid-swing of the ax. Adding the detail of that horrid scar on his shoulder. When she got to his waist she gave a slight gasp at how she was beginning to draw him naked with an aroused.... Abbie quickly erased that and drew it properly. By the time she was done, Draven was finishing up so she quickly stuffed the book back in her bag and then took a seat at the table. The cold cup of coffee in her hands to keep them from shaking as she tried to calm herself down. Why did she do that? He was nice...make that great looking and a gentleman but was old enough to be her father. That and they had just met and knew nothing about each other. He probably had a girlfriend. Abbie knew girls who went all lusty after boys to the point of having a quick session in a bathroom to take the edge off of things. She had never felt that way before. Not even the dreamy Italian guy. So why now? Hey there Paul Bunyan, she said with a smile and perhaps a twinkle in her eyes. If I ask nicely would you show me how to shoot a gun and not fall on my butt? That and tell me if shes related to you? She held up the book she found and had an instant thought that this might be his ex-wife?? Oh no, not that book again, was his first thought, as Abbie showed him a copy of that book. It was the unusual last name, he knew, which confused people. No, no relation, he said, simply, in answer to her second question. He checked his watch, it was a little after eleven, hed been chopping wood for almost two hours, before he went across to the refrigerator and took a bottle of root beer out. Popping the cap, he took a long drink before he turned back to her. Ill teach you, he said, softly, pausing before he added. But, if youre gonna learn to shoot one, youll learn to clean one too, he added. After lunch, whilst Abbie took care of the dishes, Draven went out for a smoke and then headed down to the basement and the small pistol range that was down there. He checked the backstop, making sure it was in good condition, before he went through to the small room off the side that house a collection of rifles and handguns. He picked out a selection of weapons for her to try, a Walther .22 pistol, a Beretta M9, 9mm pistol and a Ruger GP10100 .357 magnum revolver. He gathered a selection of ammo and magazines, enough to keep them busy for a few hours, before he went back up to the main cabin. She had finished the dishes and was sitting at the kitchen table, when he returned. She had a sketch book open in front of her, but she closed it almost as soon as she saw him. You ready? He asked, as her head turned towards him. She nodded and he waited for her to rise from her seat before he led her down to the small range. Youll need these, he said, as he handed her a pair of ear defenders and safety glasses. He waited until she had the glasses on, before he continued. Load ten rounds into the magazine, when youre ready well start, he instructed. Whilst she loaded the magazine he took a target and fixed it to the clip, using a hand crank to send the target down range to about ten yards. Ready, she said, as she held up the loaded magazine. Okay, he said, softly, before he stepped in close to her and helped her to load the weapon and chamber a round. When youre ready, he added, making sure he was close behind her as she raised the pistol. Just in case she panicked. The soft pop of the Walther was barely audible through the ear defenders he wore. Normally he wouldnt bother with them for a .22, but as they were indoors and underground, he decided to wear them. Once shed finished, he retrieved the target, shed put all ten rounds in the paper, but over half of them were way off target, low and to the left. Changing the target, he waited for her to reload the magazine as he sent the paper down range. Use your left eye, he told her, as she raised the pistol once more. She was obviously left eye dominant, and right handed, just like him. Close your right eye, use the left to look through the sights. Make sure you keep it level, he added, as he reached out a hand to steady the pistol in her grip. She squeezed the trigger after a handful of heartbeats, the center of the target disappearing in a flutter of paper scraps. See, he said, softly, as she turned and grinned at him. Now, do it nine more times, he added, as she returned her attention to the pistol she held. They spent another half hour with the Walther, before they moved on to the Beretta. He wasnt a huge fan of the M9, the 9mm just didnt pack enough punch as far as he was concerned. Which was why hed opted to carry the Colt when he was in the marines, instead of the M9. After the relatively non-existent recoil from the .22, the punch from the 9mm had taken her a little by surprise, but shed adapted quickly. She was nowhere near as accurate with the Beretta, which was to be expected, but she managed to keep all, the rounds in the paper. Most of the time. Thats enough, he said, finally, after an hour or so. He retrieved the target, she had all fifteen rounds inside the silhouette gunman, but only a couple in the center of the target. Well try some more tomorrow, he added. Id like to see you do better, she said, with a slightly teasing grin, as she lay the heavy pistol on the bench in front of her. Before he could answer, she took a fresh target and clipped it in place, sending it down the full length of the twenty five yard range, over twice the distance she had been shooting at. Without saying anything, he drew his Colt and brought the weapon up, squeezing off a single shot. He waited for the target to settle back down once more, before he unleashed another six rounds in rapid succession. Retrieving the target, he took off his ear defenders as Abbie started at the paper. There was a single hole, dead center of the head, and an X across the center of the target. Ex marks the spot, he said, with a grin, as he gathered up the weapons theyd used. Now, its time to clean these, he added. The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully, as the spent an hour cleaning the guns before he went out for another cigarette. When he returned, he lit a fire, the temperature had started to drop and with the sun going down it was only going to get colder. After that, he went to make dinner. No relation? Just the way he said it made Abbie wonder if there was more to it than that. She wasn't about to pry into it. Yet. It did look interesting so she decided to check it out later. What was also interesting, in a different way, was the odor that Draven was giving off right now. It had to do with his sweat she knew but Abbie hadn't ever smelled sweat that way or if she had, she hadn't noticed it before. She found that she liked it... I have to clean it after I shoot with it? Fair deal I'd say, she smiled and watched as he went to take a shower. As he did so, she caught herself looking at his ass. This is ridiculous! Abbie whispered to herself. Before starting lunch, she made a quick trip into her bedroom to slip on some pantyhose to go along with the shorts she was wearing. It was strange because Abbie didn't usually like wearing them but this time it seemed right. As she pushed the legs of her shorts down she then remember that Draven seemed to like the look of her legs in. A shy smile and blush came to her cheeks as the realization that she was trying to be 'sexy' for him. Again, it was silly because nothing would, could happen between them! He came out from taking his shower and almost did a double take at seeing the hose on Abbie's legs. She didn't act like she had seen him look or when he stole other glances. If he caught her glancing at his now shirt covered torso Draven didn't act it either. Lunch passed quietly until he said that he had to go get the range ready for their lessons. Clean up from lunch was quickly done with time to spare before Draven would come get her. Abbie got out her sketchbook to work on another drawing of the morning's subject. This one was still clothed from waist down but was more carefully drawn and in a pose of her creation. A couple of times Andie noticed her pencil moving down to 'enhance' certain area on the pants. She literally slapped her hand the second time it did it. Why did she have to draw Draven? That was a question she asked herself several times until an answer presented itself a tiny tingle in the spot between her thighs. Stop it! Abbe whispered. He too old to even imagine such things. Besides, why do you think he'd want you? The last was said when she heard Draven come in. As she quickly closed the book, she also closed her eyes to push all those other thoughts into the trash. Her experience with shooting a gun was just that time she fired a .357 and got knocked on her butt. That was due to lack of experience and lack of training she knew. She was actually looking forward to learning a bit more. The bit more turned out to be a lot and she was surprised that she was actually not bad. At least with the .22. The 9mm was lot more to deal with in terms of weight, recoil, and the rest. That she got so many on the paper was remarkable to her. Then she had to open her big mouth.... You were a Marine and Force Recon and a cop, she laughed. I will not doubt your abilities again! As they were cleaning the weapons Abbie decided something. When this is all over, Id like to try learning rifle shootings. You know, the long range kind of stuff. Just at targets. All The stuff you have to keep in mind like wind, gravity, weight of the bullet, temperatures, etc and do all the calculations in your head. I love that kind of stuff. Add how careful and precise you have to be with a firearm... When that makes it even more fun! Draven hadnt said a word but then gave her a grin and a nod. You set your mind to it and you can do anything. I also know that you will wont treat it as a game or as play. Hell! Maybe you can join the WPD as a SWAT sniper. He gave a nudge with an elbow and got the same in return. I dont think so! Abbie hadn't known what to expect when Draven went to cook dinner that night. She half expected burnt toast and a rotten egg but was pleasantly surprised by homemade hamburgers and a tossed salad. Who are you and what did you do with the grizzled divorced police detective that was here earlier? she asked from around a mouthful of burger. That got a cherry tomato flicked her her way. That was a good thing since Abbie loved cherry tomatoes and how when you held them between your lips a gentle bit made them squirt into your mouth. She didn't catch the look Draven gave her... After dinner was done and the dishes cleaned, they settled down to watch some DVD's. In Abbie's case, half watch while reading the book she found. You sure you don't know her and her husband? They should like an interesting couple. The response from Draven was a curt No. Eventually she called it a night and went to bed. Later that night... She was laying on the softest bed ever invented with the smoothest silk sheets ever woven. Abbie couldn't look around because of a silk scarf tied over her eyes. When she tried to remove it, she found that her arms and legs were also tied with scarves that left her spread eagle on the bed. There was some give to move her limbs but not much. Not that Abbie wanted to move either. A gasp came from her lips at the touch of finger on her body and then something else...oh those were lips that kissed. Both did an excellent job at telling her that their owner knew more about her body then she did and left her gasping but not satisfied. Then a warm, hard body pressed against her smaller, softer one to share a deep kiss as if to say that the wait was over. As she breathes quickened in anticipation, the blindfold was pulled away and she caught sight of his face just as he pushed..... Abbie gasped and sat straight up in bed! Quickly, her eyes darted around the dark room to see that there was no giant bed, no silk scarves, no.... She flopped back down and covered her eyes with her free hand. That did not just happen... It can't of happened! she whispered and the realized where her other hand was located between her thighs where it had been rubbing that certain little spot. The spot that was pleading for release. Abbie masterbated on occasion of course but this time it was different because she feared what her mind would want to see. Eventually the need became too strong and... Eyes closed and face buried in a pillow, she imagined that bare skin and hard muscles from the morning finishing out the dream that had been interrupted. A muffled groan said it was over as she laid there limp... The morning found her sitting on the edge of the bed as the last of body dried from the shower. Sleep hadnt come easily for the rest of the night for fear that another dream like the previous one would happen. Abbie didnt know what was happening to her. All of these sudden thoughts and wantings that could never, ever be. Perhaps it was that she had never had a serious relationship with a guy except for shit that wanted to see a story to the tabloids. That was mostly just lust. What she was feeling now was also lust but something more.... Something deeper that she didnt want to feel because in a few days it would be over. Maybe though... Maybe if she tiptoed closer to the it she could satisfy things and still be okay. When sitting there quiet, Abbie thought she could hear the thunks of Graven chopping woods. .What if she did something totally not like her and let it say that she was satisfied with it? That would work! THe still logical part of her mind was screaming NO!!! but the rest of her head said Shut UP! Were working here. The working was sliding some pantyhouse on and then a t-shirt and nothing else. No bra. No panties. No shorts. Abbie took a deep breath and opened her bedroom door and walked out. Barely making a sound, she stepped to the kitchen area and looked out the window at the woodpile. Not hearing the ax or seeing Draven out there, she stood on her tools to look out more. The side effect was that her shirt rode up a little so the round bottom of her ass could be seen. Still nothing but she did smell coffee. Coffee? Coffee! As Abbie slowly turned around her profile showed her unbound breasts in their lovely shape and the hard nipples peaking against the shirt. Then she was looking at Draven who was looking at her. The hem of the t-shirt went down to her upper thighs so you didnt see that but you could tell that there was nothing being worn at the same time. For what seemed hours, but was less than a minute, they stared silently at each other, not moving a muscle. Eventually Abbie began to back up slowly to her room, not taking her eyes off of him until she was able to close the door. She clicked on the door lock not out of fear of him but because she dare not say anything or think anything because her brain would explode. Slowly she sat on the bed and stared at the door.....