========================================================================= Date: Thu, 11 Apr 1996 08:59:05 -0400 Reply-To: RRYANsGIRL@AOL.COM Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Emm Jeter Subject: Addiction (part one) This is first attempt at fan fic and I appreciate any and all comments. I ve written stories before, but this is the first time I ve actually posted anything. I post what I have finished. I am not finished with this story at the time of this posting. I will only have access to this computer for about one more week. I know I will not finish in time and therefore *if you would like to get new parts to the story after that time send me an email and I will work out a snail mail system.* *Warning*: This warning has been placed here to inform my readers that there is language that some might find harsh and vulgar. There are also scenes where there is material of a sexual nature, or where it is implied. It will be implied in the first parts because I have finished them. The rest of the story is not yet finished. That said. Read on and enjoy! Thanks, Emm ;-D Addiction (part one) By Emm Megan turned his keys over in her fingers; keys for the dojo, keys to the barge, the key to his bike, and finally the key to his apartment. She lived there too, but it was still his. She considered herself a guest in his home. She dreamed of the day it would be their apartment, maybe even their house. She had been dreaming of him since she was twelve and he was the "older man" at thirteen. Her brother, Josh, told her she was crazy, but Richie's friend, Angie, thought it was cute. She stopped daydreaming and opened the door. The shopping bag was starting to hurt her arm. She kicked the door shut without even thinking how loud it would be. She walked into the kitchen and set the bag on the counter. Again, without thinking, she tossed the keys toward the table. They hit the table, slid off the end and landed with a crash on the floor. "Richie, I'm back.", she called, but there was no answer. Richie snapped awake as the door slammed shut, wondering who it was and how they got in. When the keys crashed to the floor, he grumbled, realizing it was her. He could have killed her. Run her though with his rapier, as if she was a dreaded enemy, but God help him, he loved her. He was good at hiding it, but it constantly nagged at him. He wanted to tell her, but it was an advantage that she didn't know for sure. His eyes opened slightly, becoming sinister looking, vengeful slits. Then she came into view. She was wearing a black flowered sun dress, with a white baby tee T-shirt underneath; white socks scrunched around her small ankles and little white sneakers. He was transfixed, watching her, watch him. She came to the door of the bedroom and leaned against the frame. Just as she had suspected, there he was sprawled across one side of the bed. His blue Tshirt was bunched up on his left side and his right foot was dangling over the edge. He looked like an exhausted child, taking his afternoon nap. A smile softly curved her lips. The scene struck a maternal deep within her and suddenly her loud, brash exterior melted away. She became as warm and gentle as a summer breeze right before his eyes. He couldn't possibly get mad at her now, but he could get even. He followed her every step as he planned his attack. An ambush, swift and clean. She wouldn't even know what hit her, and by the time she did, she would be at his mercy. The thought of it made him feel powerful and he liked the feeling. His plan devised, all there was to do was wait for the perfect moment to strike. She walked slowly and quietly to the side of the bed, taking in every detail of the scene before her. She wanted to remember this as long as she lived. She memorized every inch of him, from head to toe and added it to her collection. Her mind was like a photo album, filled with various memories of him. She sat down on the bed next to him and without hesitation, she reached out to touch his bare stomach. His jeans rested just below his navel, allowing her full view of his well defined muscles, lying just under his skin. She longed to run her fingers over them. Just as the tips of her fingers got close, he grabbed her wrist and putting his other arm around her waist, tossed her onto the bed. A startled gasp escaped her lips. Before she knew what had happened, he was on top of her and she was rendered virtually helpless. He enjoyed the feelings of accomplishment and power he had, now that his plan had been executed. She was a sight. The force with which she landed caused all manner of reactions. Her hair was tossed around as if the wind had caught it. The hem of her dress fell just across the top of her thighs. Her chest moved up and down violently with the quickness of her breath and there was just a sparkle of fear in her eyes. It was a rush and he fed off it like a drug. The ticked by like an eternity. Their eyes locked on each other, she not daring to blink and he not wanting to. The moment seemed never to end, until his lips parted into a mischievous grin. She would have hit him, but he had her arms pinned down. Before he met Mac, he had been a "juvenile delinquent". He must vent that mischievous energy somehow and she assumed this was one way. He hadn't hurt her, but then again it wasn't designed to. It was designed to put her in a submissive position, and she detested being submissive. From the look on his face it was a power trip and he loved it. She struggled to break his grip, but it was useless, and she knew it. "You were awake the whole time, weren't you?", she accused . She could feel her cheeks pinking up. He could see the anger replacing the fear in her eyes as she struggled against him. He didn't want to make the situation any worse than it already was, but he did. He defended himself by blaming it on her, "You woke me up when you slammed the door and threw the keys across the room." "Oh! Did I wake you? Well, forgive me almighty Richard. I am not worthy of your presence.", she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him. "You're damn right.", he flipped her sarcasm back at her. She huffed, "How dare you! You arrogant bastard!" He cracked a sly half smile, "So? You love me.", and moved to kiss her. She quickly dodged him, "That's what you think." She had devised a plan of her own. He was concentrating on her face not her legs. Suddenly, she kicked him. The distraction gave her a chance to break free and get out of the room. Before he knew what was going on, she turned the ambush against him. She kicked the back of his thigh and broke free. He jumped up and limped after her as she left the room. He followed her to the kitchen trying to explain, but hitting a brick wall at every turn. She stormed toward the kitchen, with him following her like a puppy. He was trying to explain, but she wasn't going to speak to him. If he kept it up, she wouldn't sleep with him anymore either. He was being a pain in the ass. She wished he would just take the hint and leave her alone, but he wasn't going to this time. She was ignoring him and he was getting very frustrated. He could only put up with so much of this childish behavior. His patience was wearing thin and his temper was beginning to show. If she wouldn't listen on her own, he'd make her listen. In an instant he had made his decision. He reached out swept her up in his arms. Just as he thought, she began struggling instantly. He held onto her long enough to get to the couch. He fell backwards almost dropping her. He sat her in his lap and grabbed her hands to keep her from decking him then and there. He looked her straight in the eyes and called her by her full name, "Megan Bray Kelly! Listen to me!", treating her like the child she was being. She turned away in defiance. He held her hands in her lap with one hand and turned her face back to his with the other. His face turned deathly serious and he said the first thing that came to mind, "I'm sorry, OK?" His grip loosened and he ran his hand over her cheek and down the back of her neck, "I love you." He had let it slip. It was like a giant weight had been removed from him. He hadn't meant to say it, but it felt good to let her know. He had her by the chin, and she felt like a child getting punished. Then, without warning, he softly caressed her face and said the words she had waited to hear. Her eyes widened in surprise and suddenly a wave of guilt swept over her. Tears slowly trickled down her cheeks and she sank against his shoulder. "I'm sorry I acted like a child.", she said between whimpers. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and rested his head on hers, "I'm sorry I acted like a jerk." He felt guilty for his attack on her, but now he had all the time in the world to make up for it. Part two, out soon. o H / "No Man Can Be My Equal!" H/ Megan Bray Kelly 0oooooooHXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX> H\ Shameless Home Page Plug H \ http://home.aol.com/RRYANsGIRL o Flag Waver Richie Reserves *P.S.* Thunder Ghost says, "Watch out for my hooves." TG is my black Belgian Draft Horse, with a white mane and tail and a strange mark on his right flank that looks a lot like the initials RR. ;-D