Okay, yeah i'm so going to be late for work because of this, but yah. it's worth it. for now i think.

okay, so this rable is...old... i started it over at work three nights ago and i like where it's going. so meh. i'm posting it here. Cheers! All comments welcome!


She was on her way to His table, taking her time to drink in the sight of him. The butterflies where gone, replaced by a tingle, and an adrenalin rush that she could have run a marathon on. But, instead, she was strutting across a smoke filled bar to the man that had just become the object of a severe case of lust.
She watched him raise his beer to his lips as he grinned at his latest victim. Poor fool had actually thought to win a game against him. The loser paid him and sulked off, while she continued to watch him. He leaned one hip against the table and surveyed the room, as arrogant as you will. But then again, with the way he looked tonight, she was willing to let him get away with it, but only this once.
She watched him inspect the chalk on his hands and for the barest of moments was distracted by those hands. She’d always loved them, and she wasn’t entirely sure as to why. Granted they were very nice hands, long and lean fingers, they were strong hands. Hands that had caught her so many times, and hands that had helped her through many a projects. It was then that she noticed he was wearing the shirt she’d given him for his birthday. It was a button down made, of cotton so soft it pooled in your hands; she’d had it dyed absolute midnight black, to play up the brightness of his eyes. He rolled the long sleeves back to his elbows leaving his tanned forearms bare, and to her delight, showing off the small black plastic bracelet on his left wrist.
Looking farther up, she noticed that he’d left the top three buttons undone, for a teasing peek at his chest and collar bone. Nicely done, she thought , smiling a bit more. Gods above help her, she was in trouble tonight.
She waited until he turned his attention to sweeping the table before she approached.
“How much to play?” she asked, deepening her voice slightly, and adopting a soft brogue. All the better to play with your mind abit, she thought to herself.
“Ten to buy in and an extra twenty to the winner,” He said absently, checking the way his hands slid against his cue.
“Alright Boyo, rack ‘em up. I’m in.” She said turning her back to him just as he looked up, and holding out a folded ten with the very tips of her fingers. Let the fun begin.

Deimos Chadite, or just Demi to his friends, raked the woman with a hot stare and accepted the bill brushing her fingers ever so slightly as he pulled away.
He felt her shiver as he walked oh so closely behind her, and smiled as she swayed to the other side of the table. There was something strikingly familiar about the swing in those hips, and for some reason he couldn’t place why. That was going to irk him…
He tried to get a look at the face that went with those hips and that voice, but even as he racked up for the coming game, her face was lost to the shadows.
“Are you breaking or am I?” She asked with that sweet lilt in her husky voice. Now that was a voice a man wanted to hear calling him to bed at night. Oh what had he gotten himself into a game with?
“Lady’s choice.” he crooned pouring on the charm.
She laughed for him, “So chivalry isn’t dead after all. How refreshing.”
He smiled but didn’t look up, not just yet. “Not at all Milady, At least not where I was raised.” Now he looked up, using his eyes to their fullest effect. His eyes had to be the only good thing his father ever gave him. May the sorry rotten bastard burn in hell, he though with sick cheer as he flipped the triangle around and slid it into the slot just above the ball return.
“Milady, the table is yours.” He purred, taking his place just behind her, as she set up to break.
She bent over the table, and it was all he could do not to stare; that skirt should have been illegal with the way it was just barely leaving anything to the imagination. And he had a feeling this girl wasn’t the type for little flowered panties.
He shook himself and tore his gaze away from the scrap of denim she was passing off as a skirt, and focused on her break-shot. He grinned as he watched her aim.
She could have seduced with the best, but she was a rooky when it came to his game. A pool player she was not. But just because she was going to lose didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the view while he had it.
One knee bent, the other straight, and a floating elbow, it would be a miracle if she hit anything, including the cue ball.
Suddenly she shot, sending the white ball flying towards the one, he watched, mouth agape as she sunk three solids.
Unbelievable.


She straightened slowly, enjoying the shock value of her shot. Truth was she was alittle amazed herself. Glancing over her shoulder at her astonished opposition, she decided that enough was enough. She wanted him and she would have him.
“Now, the question becomes, do I even want to try to claim that…” she laughed dropping the accent, and turning to him with a quirked eyebrow.
He stared at her for a full fifteen seconds before he could form any kind of response.
“H-holy fuck!” he stuttered as he connected the voice to the laughing violet and gold eyes watching him from under bangs that three months ago had been the color of wheat.
“Maybe later, but at the moment I have a game of pool to finish, that is unless you feel you can’t go on, and that is a matter that must be addressed now.” Klementina (Kit) Reagan laughed , bringing her voice up to it’s usual pitch.
His mind raced with all kinds of silly questions and answers, was she even old enough to be in a bar? No, her birthday wasn’t till September. How had she gotten in? Bribe the doorman, oh and the outfit... How had she found the place. Mapquest. But who had driven? Kit had absolutely no sense of direction, the girl got lost going to class daily! He shook his head and advanced on the five foot four now redhead.
“Klementina Serenity!” he hissed, grabbing her arm and pulling her in close, “how the hell did you even get in here?”
She brushed the question off as if it meant nothing, “Oh what does it matter? I’m in and I have no intention of leaving until I have the good time I was promised. Besides I didn’t drive, so if you want me gone you’ll have to take me yourself.” she stepped up to him for the last, straightening her spine and looking him dead in the eye. She was pressed so close he could smell the faint scent of her conditioner, his eyes strayed lower to her outfit, and he mentally screamed at himself to get a grip.
His eyes back on hers, and he was getting sucked into those gold ringed violet irises. “Kit!” he snapped, hoping that he could break whatever spell she was weaving over him. She gave him the slow sultry smile that he had seen on many-a bar-kitten’s lips when he walked in the room, but this time, this time that same sexy curl of glossed lips was on the face of Klementina Serenity Reagan. Twin sister to one of his best friends, and long time friend of his own.
He was at a loss of how to handle this situation.
“Who dressed you?” he groused, breaking eye contact and chalking his hands again.
“Aubrey, why? Too much? To little? I thought it looked great, and hell Kyrn himself did my make up.” Kit said, leaning over the table to brush a bit of lint from his shirt.
Oh shit, he thought, scanning the room quickly, and sure enough. There she was, Aubrey Dumaine across the room playing dirty pool with four drunks that would never even know what hit them. He turned an almost pained look back to Kit.
She looked up at him through her eyelashes and flashed him one of her smiles that screamed she was up to mischief. Usually he loved that smile. It meant entertainment for him, and trouble for just about anyone else. But tonight, he had the sinking feeling that all the trouble that this girl could muster up, was all aimed at him.

He couldn’t have been more right.

He glared at her outfit one more time before turning his attention back to the game. She had to think quickly, he wouldn’t leave the game not when it had just started, so she was safe for the moment. She refused to go anywhere unless he was going too…on second thought going home may not have been so bad. So long as it was his home…So that was why Kyrn had demanded his room be ajoined to hers….
“Aw come on Demi, don’t rat me out! I’m only here to have some fun tonight.” She pleaded rounding the table and tugging at his sleeve.
He made the mistake of looking down at her.
“I’ll tell you what,” he almost leered, (or knowing him it could have been a smirk she could never tell with him) staring more at her cleavage than her eyes, “If you win this game,” he stopped and thought a moment, “You choose what happens tonight. And if I win-”
“You pick, right gotcha.” She cut him off, leaning in and smirking. Oh yeah, this had potential to be fun.
“Oh yeah,” he said, leaning in and whispering “No more cheating.”
Shit! She took a moment to glare at him before moving to finish her shot. She was soscrewed. The night was over, she was going home and she wasn’t taking a souvenir with her. Well a bruised ego, but that, she wasn’t going to count.
She set up to take her shot, and glared one more time, just for good measure, and shot.
H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T!!!
The cue ball leaped off the table and B-lined for Demi’s crotch. Oh not good!!

He heard the scratch, infact he saw it too, but it was pure reaction that saved any future children. He couldn’t have seen the ball, it was all feeling and intuition that had him swiping a hand at the air just in front of his nuts, not only knocking the ball away from danger, but accidentally catching it too.
“…My shot.” he said flatly, squeezing the cue ball, then rolling it over his hand. There was a moment where he thought she might have done it on purpose, but then again, considering her aim and lack of skill. No, there was no way.
He placed the ball back on the table, and proceeded to run the table and then just when he was lining up on the eight, and her hopes were demolished, he stopped.
“You know, you could back out now, I wouldn’t hold it against you.” He said looking up at her where she was sulking against the most shadowed wall.
It was a rare moment of mercy for him, but she wasn’t going to go back on her word. She hated it when other people backed out of bets when they were losing, and she wasn’t about to number herself among them.
“’Oh no, I’m in. I could still win you know.” yeah, it was all bravado, but he didn’t have to know that. Although, she had a feeling he did. She sighed and resigned herself to ending her night early. “Well take your goddamned shot.” she said flinging her hands at him and sneering.
He sighed, and decided that she’d brought it on herself, it wasn’t his fault she’d walked into his bar wearing that, it wasn’t his fault she’d walked up to him and challenged him, and if it was his fault she took the bet, he was Sandy Claws… Oh great, now the song was going to be stuck in his head all night. Well maybe not all night… Nefarious thoughts were running rampant, and just this once he wasn’t going to feel bad about having them.
He settled into the shot and relaxed, this was almost too easy. He drew the cue back in one smooth movement, grinning at his victory, when suddenly SHPACK!
“Heya D Honey, haven’t seen you in months! What took you so long to get back to me?” pouted a voice he knew only too well.
He straightened, rubbing his ass as the cue ball dropped with a solid thud into the side pocket, “Hey Tracy,” he said flatly, groaning on the inside at the lost opportunity that he would never get again.
“Aw, what’s wrong darlin’? Ain’t you happy to see me?” The buxom beach-blonde whined, through lips that had waaaaaay too much gloss on them.
“Just lost a bet, and the game.”
“Aw honey, I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you if you like.” she purred at him.
“Oh, sweetie don’t worry about it, he’s well taken care of tonight.” Kit rasped, strutting out of the shadows and throwing everything into that strut.
Demi could see the shimmer of her glamour dropping as she entered the light and her hair was suddenly it’s natural dark red gold.
“And just who are you?” Tracy asked in that tone that could have made ice shiver.
“Just the girl that won a bet and now I’m the one saying goodnight.” Kit’s reply was as snide as anything he’d ever heard. Not something that came out of her mouth very often.
Ok, so he’d never really been in this situation very often, but if he wasn’t mistaken, these women were all but fighting over him. Now seeing as Tracy was the reason he hadn’t been back to this bar in a while, he knew who he would choose, but… nah. She couldn’t be fighting over him.
Kit turned on her four inch stiletto hell and beckoned him to follow with a crooked finger.
“Let’s go D I believe it was you that said I had my choice of ‘what happens tonight’ , let’s get moving, I’m feeling the need for dinner.” She looked over her shoulder at him, and that was it. He was following her like a lost puppy.


“So dinner eh?” Demi asked as they walked out of the cool air conditioning, and were blasted by heat and humidity. It took his breath away, while he relearned to breath the soupy south-east Texas air.
“Yup,” Kit said taking a slow deep breath, she’d forgotten her jacket back with Aubrey, but she had a feeling she wasn’t going to need it. “I’m starving and you’re paying.” she said, grinning at him.
“Me? Why me?” He asked, arching an eyebrow at her and stopping to fish his keys out of his pocket.
Kit rounded on him, all eyes and curled lips. What the hell had gotten into her tonight?
“Because, you’ve just revealed what you do over summer break. You my dear, are a pool shark, and I’m thinking that you’ve never lost a game before tonight. And that considered, you’ve been at that pool table much longer than I’ve even been out of my house, so I’m of the thinking that you’ve got more than enough cash in that pocket of yours to pay for dinner.” she smiled viciously at her impending victory “Besides, the Dairy Barn is just up the road and they’ve got the best burgers in the states.”
Demi stared at her, mouth agape, until her logic had run it’s course and clicked, “Wait you know about The Barn? How the hell do you know about that?” He asked, flinging an arm over her bare shoulders, and guiding her to his truck.
“I grew up around here, I know all the best hole in the wall places. And speaking of, how did you know about it? You’re not from around here, or at least that what you say.” she laughed.
Demi chuckled, and unlocked the black dodge parked all alone at the back of the parking lot. “I get around a lot during the summer, Pool tournaments and such. You get to know the areas really well in a short time.”
“Really? I had no idea! So you spend all summer traveling, and playing pool?” Kit asked, sliding to the passenger seat from the driver’s side door. She had to straddle the gear shift for a moment, but hey what ever worked.
“Yeah, pretty much. It pays the bills, and gives me something to fall back on at school.” He said, doing his damnedest not to stare at her. She smiled at him and patted the driver’s seat.
“Well come on, this monster isn’t going to drive itself, let’s move Chadite.”
He smiled and took an almost relieved deep breath, he was back on familiar turf, if she was calling him Chadite, then this was the girl that had snapped him with many-a towels in the locker room at MU. So he had been wrong about her intentions, part of him was disappointed, but another part was cheering for less complications.
“Well it could-”
“I’d prefer if it didn’t.” Kit cut him off sternly.
“Okay, you got it Babe,” he said, hopping in an firing up the engine, “To The Barn we go!”
The ride was short and wild, and they blared System of a Down the whole way; up over the curb, through the grass and gravel and onto the road, he sped, and wove through traffic, and just drove like a bat out of hell. She loved every second of it, by the time they finally made it to The Barn Kit had slid over to the middle seat and was laughing and clinging to him with every wild turn.
“Do you always drive like that or were you just trying to make me scream?” Kit asked breathlessly, as he helped her out of his side of the truck again,
“Baby, if I wanted to make you scream, there are far better ways to do it.” he growled, pulling her close to him and smirking at her wide eyes. Suddenly those wide eyes were veiled by sinfully long lashes and there was a decidedly not innocent look on her face.
“Prove it.” she said silkily and walked out of his arms, she started forward and tossed him a scorching look over her shoulder.
He seemed to be getting that a lot tonight, and was she just being her usual oblivious self, or was she flirting with him?
“Well you coming?” she called, turning and fisting her hands on her hips.
“Not yet,” he muttered, jogging to catch up with her.
“What?” she asked, eyeing him curiously
“Nothing, just talking to myself.”
“You know, they commit people for that.”


Chadite tossed his head back and laughed, not that it was particularly funny, just her tone carried the insult on a wind that could have made a desert beg for water. He looked at her and smiled, gently slapping her ass in mock reprimand.
“Hey now, “ She said, weaving her arm threw his and yanking him forward, “Don’t do it unless you mean it.
“Who said I didn’t mean it?”
She arched an eyebrow and shook her head “Riiiiiiiight.” she smirked inwardly, little did he know what she had planned for him.
Chadite, losing hope in his “nefarious thoughts” coming to fruition sighs and yells into the diner, “Heya Cookie! You cooking tonight, or should I go somewhere else?”
The elder looking woman behind the counter gasps in delight before replying, “Well if it isn’t Deimos, and what’s this? Kilemintina! Stars about have mercy on me!” she grins happily.
“What you know him?” Kit asks as she slides up to the bar to give the woman a peck on the cheek.
Chadite smile mischievously as he steps up next to Kit, “Not as well as she’d like.”
“Know him?” Cookie scoffs waiving her hand in the air, “ The boy comes in every day! And the tips he leave, what kind a job you got, that has you leaving as much as you pay for the meal?”
“I can’t help it, I’ve had the job, and I know how much it sucks not to get tipped. So I make up for the pricks by being generous.” He smiled before it turned back into a grin “That, and your burgers are awesome.”
Kit laughs and slaps at his shoulder, “I know, hers are the best aren’t they. Demi rubbed his shoulder and looked back at Cookie.
“Now now kids, talk like that’ll get you free food,” the older woman says, preening under the attention and puling the massive sunflower-pen out of her graying hair. “Well?”
“How ‘bout two ‘Heart-attacks on a bun’s?”
Cookie laughed and licked the end of her pen, “Extra grease with that sug?”

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