Soul Mates

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As he entered through the dilapidated club doors, he had a strange sensation. Almost
as if destiny had spoken to him again, just like when he began following the fair Sara. The
first time he saw her in person, even though it was from a rooftop, he felt as if he had known
her for all time, not just this lifetime. A connection that transcended eras and galaxies. They
were meant to have a destiny together but what kind of destiny? Her beauty and strength en-
thralled him. Yes, he wanted to watch over her, take care of her but he didn't want to be her
lover.....or did he?
Jealousy reared it's ugly head when he first saw Sara and Conchubar together, saw the
intimacy that was immediate between them as he watched them make love from his post
on the fire escape. What kind of jealousy....that HE was with her or that she had met her
soulmate and he, Ian had not? Would he ever?
Ian get your thoughts back to the job at hand. His mind had been wandering way too
much lately, focus, focus. Why was he here? Oh yeah - Gabriel's snitch. Sara wanted to
talk to him about the White Bulls. Nottingham had to watch Sara - make sure she was to
stay out of trouble. Now there was an astounding thought - STAY OUT OF TROUBLE - never.
Since Sara had bonded with the WitchBlade - she'd been in trouble constantly.
Nottingham couldn't help thinking, how easy the two of them were to follow. How easy
it is for me to blend into a crowd and yet I feel totally alone. No one ever notices or seeks
me out in a crowd unless I decide to draw their attention. Not even Sara. I wonder if she
just accepts my incessant watching or if she simply ignores me.
Gabriel has stopped and is talking to a striking young woman. Stop flirting Gabriel -
take care of business. Nottingham senses that Sara is thinking the same thing. Wait
a minute - Gabriel turns and introduces Sara to the young woman, so his snitch is a
woman. The two women sit and send Gabriel for drinks, Sara always so protective of
the young, boyish man. 'He seems to be taking good enough care of himself' Ian
thought. There's that jealousy coming out again - it's becoming too frequent. That
devilish green eyed monster.
As Ian looks back to the table where Sara sits with the snitch, he realizes he has
been spotted. Not by Sara but by the other woman. She looks piercingly into his eyes
as if she is reading his thoughts. Her eyes are hypnotizing even from this distance.
It seems impossible but he knows her eyes are green with a brown ring around the
outside. How do I know this - thought Ian. Shaking his head, he takes a moment to
drink in her earthly beauty. She has thick, wavy reddish blonde hair falling well past
her shoulders and a very sensual figure. No taut, hard muscles - she is soft round
curves, full hips and bosom. A woman, men wanted to protect but Ian knew she
could take care of herself (in her own way).
As he once again became mesmerized by her eyes - he was startled to hear
his name. Shouted. Loudly. By Sara - caught off guard he tried to fall back into
the crowd but soon realized that wouldn't work. For some odd reason, Sara seemed
to be gesturing to him to join them at their table. Reluctantly, he walked over.
He was always amused at how people parted out of his path as if afraid of him.
He felt it a true testament to his years of training that his walk could induce
such fear. As he arrived at the table, he assumed his military at ease stance
and Sara introduced him. He already knew Gabriel but the woman - she was a
completely different story. She was Catherine Poe, part time fiction writer and
full time restoration artist at the museum.
When they looked into each others eyes - it was as if they had known each
other for all time and everyone else melted away. Ian felt himself falling into
blackness, as if he were traveling backwards to the beginning of time. No, not
while everyone was watching, he chided himself. They are waiting for those
polite responses to introductions. Catherine had to struggle to appear unaffected
as well, he could sense it.
They were not quick enough, of course, Sara had noticed and was looking at
both of them quizzically. Compounding the weirdness, Danny suddenly appeared
to whisper in her ear.
"Did you see that? They have a past together - much like you and Conchubar.
Ian and you have intertwined destinies, but not as lovers. Are you disappointed?
Finding out he is not your intended, your heroic, brooding love slave?"
Sara could not help glaring at the image of dead partner that no one else
could see - except - did Catherine laugh at a private joke or at her and Danny?
Sara couldn't tell and Catherine certainly had a poker face - one that would
not give the answer away.
Meanwhile Gabriel was trying to find out what information Catherine had
on the White Bulls. She told them that while researching for another story,
she heard rumors of rogue cops dating back to the thirties, calling themselves
the White Bulls. The small amount of data she obtained was at her apartment
- Sara could have the disk - keeping it frightened her, but she had always
known - she had to keep it for this moment.
Sara began to stand, stating 'there is no time like the present to retrieve
it'.
Ian broke in, "Sara, it's too dangerous. Let me escort Miss Poe back to
her apartment and retrieve the disk. Surely you trust me to bring it to you,
by now."
A sly smirk spread across Sara's face and she raised her eyebrows while
asking if he was doing this for her or for other reasons?
"It's only for you, Sara, only for you."
Sara was amazed at hontrontrol - features so serious - not a hint of the
desire - she could feel emanating from his body. Pleasantries were exchanged
and Sara watched as the two of them walked away, envious at the thought of
the two as lovers.
The air was chilly outside the club but Catherine didn't seem to notice. Her
mind was in such a state of anguish and excitement. Why did she feel such
a connection to this tall, dark forboding man, who didn't smile very often?
Was he really her destiny? They walked in silence for several blocks, funny
neither of them seemed to even consider taking a cab. Were they thinking
the walk would tire them out, to ensure nothing else would happen. Who
am I trying to kid - thought Catherine - this man is in such superior health
I doubt you could stop him with an elephant tranquilizer. Stop this - don't
be silly - he'll pick up the disk and leave. You are imagining a cosmic
connection, an unearthly or timeless attraction. Giiendiend, you've got to
get a date - she thought.
As they climbed the steps to her building, he put himself in front, as
if he were protecting her. Incredible - Catherine thought - he must be the
most chivalrous man I've ever met and he doesn't even know me. They
entered the building, he took her keys and went inside the apartment to
make sure it was safe.
He went through the apartment quickly, but carefully - no one lurking,
no danger that he could sense. 'Except for the way I feel if I stand too
close to Catherine, thought Ian. The primal urges to pin her down and make
slow passionate love to her were difficult to dissuade.
"You can enter now." Nottingham said from inside the door.
She crossed the room and took the disk from the desk. He was beside
her before she could blink, as she handed it to him, their fingers touched.
They didn't move for a few moments, although it felt like an eternity. Nott-
ingham quickly took another furtive look around his new surroundings. He
was behind her before she knew what to expect. His hand brushed the side
of her face, so tenderly, she thought she was hallucinating. She took a step
forward - he spun her around before she could move any further. As she
lifted her head - she could finally see the desire in his eyes.
He couldn' stop himself, he couldn't reign in these emotion, not when
he had found the one - his soulmate.
He pulled her to him and she assumed he would kiss her, she lifted her
head in anticipation. Instead, he kept his mouth in it's resolute pose and
brushed his lips and nose from one side of her face to the other and then
he nuzzled her neck in the same fashion. When she least expected it, his
lips found hers with such force and urgency, she expected her mouth to be
bloodied and bruised. He parted her lips with his tongue and then danced
it seductively around hers, withdrawing his tongue he then kissed her top
and bottom lips, tugging on them softly as he took his mouth away, their
breathing increased rapidly. Then he kissed her again, this time deeply,
slowly and with such tenderness - Catherine thought she would faint. In
that moment - she felt the bizarre connection to him again and images
of different times entered her brain. Stop it - she thought, I want to be
in the here and now - kissing this rogue knight. Ian was also seeing the
images and wanted them to cease so he could finally enjoy and revel
in this emotion. They both stopped and took a step back.
"Are you seeing the images and feeling the connection, too?" Ian
asked rather sheepishly.
"From the moment I saw you in the club - no wait - even before that
- since I can remember, actually." Catherine responded.
"As if our destinies are intertwined. I'm going to leave now" Ian said.
"No - wait - why do you have to leave?"
He could see the anguish, pain and jealousy his actions had already
sparked. Should he just give in to his feelings or complete his mission?
The mission should be first.
Ian looked into her eyes and she could see the tears of sadness scroll
slowly down her face.
"I will be back in a few hours, I promise."
She watched him leave - frozen, unable to move or speak. Her thoughts
were running the gamut - back and forth - hurt, envy, anger, ecstasy, love -
you name it. We'll just see if anyone's waiting for you when you get back. That's
an imbecilic thought - you'll be waiting, you idiot without a doubt. When she
could finally move - she decided to take a shower and try to calm herself
down some. The water running over her body calmed her slightly but her
mind and emotions were still all jumbled together. They seemed impossible
to sort out, so she moved on to her next distraction. Sleep, block everything
else from your thoughts and get some well needed and deserved rest.
Fitful at first but then peace at last.
Beautiful dreams, castles, horses, elaborate gardens and Ian. Again
she saw the two of them as they were hundreds of years ago - together,
happy, laughing, in love. She felt herself falling and jerked herself awake.
Before she opened her eye - she could sense him. How long had he been
watching her? As she looked up he began to undress slowly, very slowly.
As he pulled his shirt over his head - she felt herself gasp at the sight of
his chiseled, broad chest and shoulders in the moonlight. His rippled, smooth
stomach and then he stopped. Suddenly too shy to undress any further
or was he trying to hide the extent of his arousal from her? He laid down
on his side propping himself up on one elbow - looking directly into her
eyes, he began to unbutton her nightgown. He moved forward to kiss her
and his hand slid under her gown - fingertips touching skin so lightly they
felt like air. The flood of emotions was too much to control this first time
as they fumbled to at last consummate their eternal union. As they kissed
again, their tongues danced and they hungrily tasted each other. She
couldn't believe how sensitive she was to his touch, his hands roamed her
entire body and although his touch was like a soft breeze, her skin was
on fire. As he pushed her back on the bed his mouth began to roam -
her mouth, face, neck, shoulders and finally her breasts. He suckled each
nipple and gently bit down and began tugging the sensitive nub, while his
tongue teased it. He sat up quickly and finished undressing.
Ravaging her lips again, his hands moved down her body to her moist
center.Parting her swollen folds with his fingers, he slowly slid a finger inside
and back out. He made sure he hit her clit as he pulled out and was pleased
when he heard a moan escape from her mouth. Kissing his way from her
mouth, between her breasts, over her stomach and abdomen, he latched
on to his final destination. Lifting her head, she watched as he moved between
her legs - placing kisses on both sides of her inner thighs. He made eye
contact as he lowered his mouth to her center. Tracing over the super
sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue. He then took it in his mouth -
sucking, tonguing and even nipping.
Catherine thought he would drive her insane, she wanted him now. Was
he playing some kind of self control game right now or what? As if he read
her mind - he covered her body with his and gently nudged her legs further
apart. Before she could speak he thrust himself inside her and they were
moving in unison. They continued their rhythmic love making until finally
they both erupted - waves crashing, bombs exploding, fireworks in the sky
- it was certainly all of these things. Catherine and Ian were too exhausted
to move for quite sometime.
They made love again, slowly, inspecting every part of each others
bodies. This time it was sensual and lasted for hours before they drifted
off to sleep in each others arms.