Double Trouble

Written By Luna and Kat

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Chapter 1
 
She banged her head against the steering wheel as she tried once more to start the car. Nothing. The engine didn't cough or sputter. Hell, it wasn't even clicking now when you turned the key. This was not good...this was so not good. “Fuck!” she yelled slamming her hand against the dash.
 
“Do you feel any better?” Tara asked from the passenger's seat glancing at the other woman with amusement shining in her eyes.
 
“No I don't. We're about to officially miss a show,” Sara growled glowering at her friend and tag team partner. “And let's not forget the kicker...we don't know where the fuck we are. This is the last time we get directions from one of those idiots backstage!”
 
"Did I not tell you Jack is on crack?" Tara grinned, "Boy couldn't find his way out of a paper bag without a guide!"
 
“She says now that we're in the middle of fuckin' nowhere,” the raven haired woman muttered. “We better call Gabe let him know what's going on.” Sighing she unclenched her hands from the steering wheel as she looked around for any helpful signs. Not that she could see much in this weather. Snow had begun to fall and if the clouds were any indication would get worse before it got better.
 
Tara pulled her cell phone from the front pocket of her jeans. Hitting the talk button she said "Gabe." Tapping a long scarlet nail on the dashboard she waited for the ROH promoter to answer.
 
“You had both better be dead,” he said when he picked up the call. “You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago!”
 
"Fuckin' car is dead, that good enough?" Tara rolled her eyes.
 
“Oh please tell me that's a bad fuckin' joke,” he groaned rubbing his face with his free hand. “Is there any chance you could still make the show if we sent someone to get you?”
 
"I sure as hell hope so, we can't be too far. Little town called...Plainfield . Ring a bell?"
 
“Who did you get those directions from,” he asked in a low, carefully controlled voice eyeing the guys starting to edge out of the room.
 
Sara snatched the phone from her hand, "Jack fucking Evans who is d e d when I get my hands on him!" she screamed into the phone. 
 
"Bitch has pencils!" Tara added.
 
Gabe jerked the phone away from his ear as the girls continued to shout obscenities about the physical condition they were going to leave Jack in when they finally got a hold of him. Well that certainly narrowed down who to send to get them. Most of the guys had fled what passed tonight for a locker room when they realized exactly whom he was on the phone with.
 
Gabe smiled evilly at Low-Ki who was one of the few males in the place who was not intimidated by Double Trouble.
 
"I ain't goin by myself. Motherfucker would get lost." Ki crossed his arms over his chest.
 
The door opened and Davey Richards stuck his head in "Hey Gabe..."
 
"Davey will go with ya." Gabe decided.
 
“Huh? Go where? I was just comin' to ask about,” Davey began.
 
“It doesn't matter,” Gabe cut him off. “You and Ki are going to go get Double Trouble before they decide to inflict their gimmick on the public.” He informed both guys in a tone that left no room for argument.
 
“This is such bullshit,” Ki growled. “They get lost then we have to find them...what kind of chicken shit game is this?”
 
"I'd send Jack since he got them lost in the first place, but it's too late to find a replacement and I don't think there would be any pencils left in the fuckin state."
 
“C'mon Gabe it's just a gimmick they wouldn't really stab anyone,” Richards said in disbelief as he crossed his arms over his chest.
 
“You think so huh? Why do you think Tracy refuses to work with them? She missed a couple spots and they stabbed her...repeatedly. ..in front of a live crowd! And Daisy only missed being stabbed because she was quick as hell getting out of that ring. They take this gimmick thing to a whole new level...I'm beginning to suspect that it's not a gimmick at all!”
 
Davey cocked an eyebrow "And you want us to go get them?"
 
“Yes, yes I do! The crowd loves 'em. They pay good money to see those two lose it on somebody...piss me off tonight boys and I'll make damn sure their pencils are aimed at you,” he promised wickedly crossing his arms over his chest.
 
The three men stood there glowering at each other. "Fine we'll go get the bitches." Ki muttered.
 
“And Ki,” Gabe said as the two men headed for the door. “If I was you I wouldn't let them hear you say that.”
 
Ki snorted, "Whatever."
 
A few minutes later Davey reappeared "Give me Tara's number, just in case." 
 
Gabe read off the number as the younger man programmed it into his phone. "You two be careful, it could be dangerous."
 
Richards looked at the promoter as if he wasn't sure how to really take that comment but just nodded as he turned to leave again. He had a hard time believing that the two young women were that bad. Sure they had a reputation but that was nothing in this business especially given how catty women could be. Sighing he made his way out to where Ki was waiting for him.
 
Ki was leaning against the black Nissan. "Ready?"
 
Davey nodded as he headed to the driver's side door hitting the button on his key chain to unlock the vehicle. Sliding into the seat he slipped the key into the ignition starting it even before he was fully in the car. “Let's just make this quick.”
 
Ki slid into the passenger seat and rubbed his forehead, "Let's." He was no more thrilled than the other man with the errand. Sara and Tara would be hell on wheels by the time they made the forty five minute drive. And God forbid anything else should happen to piss the two women off before they arrived.
 
Chapter 2
 
The weather was getting worse by the minute and patience had never been her strong suit. So it was galling in the extreme to be dependent upon one of the guys to come get them. Lord help her if Gabe sent Jack to collect them. It would be the young man's last living act. “So who do you think he sent to come out here to BFE,” Sara asked more to kill time than because she really expected the other woman to know.
 
Tara's arms were folded tightly across her chest, "I don't fuckin know but it better be soon. We are gonna freeze to death if it isn't."
 
A sculpted eyebrow rose at her friend's tone but she knew better than to take it personally. “Chill, it was only a question,” Sara defended holding up her hands in front of her.
 
The redhead glared at the other woman. “If I chill any more I'm gonna be a fuckin' Popsicle. And that would be the only thing that saves Jack fuckin' Evans from the stabbing he so richly deserves,” she growled tightening her arms even more.
 
Sara's eyes wandered over the hood of the car which was now white, none of the black paint visible "How long has it been?" she wondered aloud.
 
"Almost an hour." Tara guessed. The snow was steadily increasing and she was slightly worried no matter who Gabe had sent to get them. She didn't voice the sentiment.
 
The raven haired beauty ran her fingers through her tousled hair. “They should be here by now,” she groused as she repeatedly scanned the road for any traffic.
 
“Not everyone believes the speed limit is merely a suggestion,” Tara returned rolling her eyes at the other woman's impatience. “And all the pencils in the world isn't going to fix this,” she uttered before the inevitable comment could pass her friend's lips.
 
Sara stuck her tongue out at her tag team partner. Yes, it was childish and completely unnecessary but the simple act helped relieve some of the tension she felt building up in her neck and shoulders.
 
“You know for being the oldest you're remarkably immature,” Tara informed the other woman.
 
“You didn't just meet me," Sara deadpanned catching a glimpse of headlights, or she thought she did.
 
"Oh please let that be the Calvary," Tara begged turning to look over her shoulder as the black car made a u-turn and came to a stop behind them. "Bitch can't feel her toes anymore.”
 
"Well if you would wear real shoes..." Sara looked down pointedly at the four inch heels gracing her friends slender feet.
 
"Shut the fuck up Sara." Tara growled.
 
“Just stay put honey, I'll see who it is...if it is indeed our ride I'll come get you,” the raven haired woman said as she reached for the door handle.
 
“Do you need a pencil?” the redhead asked the corner of her mouth quirking up as the other woman opened the door.
 
“Naw, I got that covered,” Sara assured her friend as she pulled one out of her hair. The two shared a laugh at that before the dark haired young woman exited the vehicle.
 
The two men shared a glance as the petite brunette turned to face them. "She looks pissed." Davey observed.
 
“That's a brilliant deduction Richards. Come up with that one on your own,” Ki drawled sarcastically.
 
Davey rolled his eyes "Don't make me fuckin kick you Ki." 
 
“If the two of you are done with your pissing contest we'd like to get the fuck out of this shit and to the show. I'll grab our stuff from the trunk, then get Tara and we can be on our way,” Sara barked folding her arms under an ample chest.
 
Ever the gentlemen Davey opened his door and stepped out. "Pop the trunk, I'll get your gear."
 
“Thanks but no thanks, I've got it. If you'll just open yours we can get this little freak show on the road,” she told him as the passenger's side door opened.
 
“Sara be nice, he's trying to help,” Tara snapped shivering as the cold wind bit into her skin.
 
The raven haired woman turned to her friend. “When have you ever known me to be nice?”
 
 
“Try something new for a change,” the redhead tossed back unconcerned by the glare sent her direction. “Look, it's cold I want to get the fuck out of this shit!”
 
Sara's brows drew together in a fierce scowl. “Fine,” she growled walking over to the trunk and unlocking it. She had to fight the impulse to automatically reach for their gear.
 
Tara stopped at the open passenger window "Ki, be a love and pop the trunk will ya?"
 
Ki nodded and opened the glove compartment popping the trunk. Tara continued around to the back of the car and when Davey appeared she smiled "Don't mind Sara. I'd like to tell you she isn't always like that but..." the slender shoulders shrugged. 
 
Davey could only stare, his mouth half open as the snow fell around the most incredible woman he'd ever laid eyes on. 
 
“Close your mouth hun, that's not an attractive look for you,” Sara informed the young man currently ogling her friend. She only resisted the urge to laugh by sheer force of will. It wasn't his fault that Tara always dressed to impress. And she was confident in her own good looks to know that the redhead was smoking hot!
 
Davey blushed and Tara had the grace to pretend not to notice. 
 
Davey tossed the bags in the now open trunk and turned back to the woman next to him. He had planned on saying something, what escaped him at the moment but hopefully it had been something better than what he ended up with. "I'm Davey." He said sticking out his hand.
 
It was too much for Sara. She began to laugh and laugh loudly. She clutched her stomach leaning against the car for support. The young woman had been trying so hard not to laugh at him but that was before he'd opened his mouth.
 
Tara glared at her friend through narrowed eyes. “I thought I told you to be nice,” she growled from between clenched teeth.
 
The raven haired young woman gasped from breath. “I tried...I really did Tara, but...” she gestured helplessly toward Richards falling into another round of hysterics.
 
The blush on the young man's face deepened and he turned to slam the trunk shut. "We better go," he muttered as Tara reached around him to slap Sara in the back of the head. 
 
Normally she would have enjoyed Sara embarrassing a guy but for some reason this time it only made her uncomfortable. "Sorry Davey," she whispered, her head close to his.
 
He nodded not looking up at her. When he got back to the show he was going to beat someone for not telling him about how attractive the girls were...or more specifically how good looking Tara was.
 
Sara was already in the backseat when Tara climbed in behind Ki, who began snickering as Davey slid into the drivers seat. Leaning forward she tapped Ki on the shoulder. When he looked back at her he saw her cocked eyebrow and her slim fingers gripping the half hidden pencil stuck in her red ponytail.
 
He smothered his grin with considerable effort holding his hands up in surrender. He wasn't fool enough to believe that she wouldn't do exactly what her actions were hinting at. However he just couldn't let the opportunity slip by to tease his coworker about his reaction to the young woman. He would just have to make sure she was nowhere around when he did it.
 
The warning glance was now directed at her best friend, though Tara was pretty sure at this point the smirk on the lips of her girl was directed at Ki.
 
There was silence in the car as Davey pulled back onto the highway heading in the direction they had came from. The snow was falling faster and heavier with every passing minute. "This keeps up we won't make it back." Tara observed leaning slightly forward.
 
Davey said nothing though his hands tightened on the wheel. He'd had the same thought himself while driving through this storm. He was hoping that they would make it to the show but it wasn't looking too promising. He took a deep breath then wished he hadn't as Tara's soft scent drifted over him. He wasn't sure how much more of this torture he could take. He refused to give either Sara or Ki any more ammunition to use against him later.
 
Sara looked over at her friend reproachfully. “Bite your tongue. I refuse to get this far only to be stopped by the fuckin' weather!”
 
"How about the Michigan Highway Patrol?" Ki asked indicating the flashing lights that had suddenly appeared in the roadway.
 
"Fuck." Davey gingerly applied the brake and the car rolled to a stop. "That was close."
 
Richards rolled down his window as an officer climbed out of his patrol car. He figured if the officer could brave this weather the least they could do was endure a little bit of cold air. Though he was secretly hoping the portly man would hurry up, even with the heater on full blast it was freezing.
 
The officer reached for his belt unsnapping the flashlight. Holding it in an underhanded grip he swept the beam over the cars occupants. “Where you folks headed?” he drawled rolling a toothpick from one corner of his mouth to the other.
 
Tara squeezed her tag team partner's leg as she opened her mouth to respond. Knowing the young woman like she did whatever came out of Sara's mouth now would more than likely have the four of them spending the night in jail.
 
“Up to Lansing for the wrestling show,” Davey responded respectfully.
 
The potbellied officer sighed sadly though the look in his eyes belied the sound. “I hate to break this to you kids but you ain't going nowhere. The road's closed. The snowfall is just too heavy and the road crew ain't likely to be through here for some time yet.”
 
"I'm sorry officer, we aren't from around here. We just drove up to rescue the girls. Their car broke down up the way." Davey jerked his thumb over his shoulder indicating the location of the now deceased vehicle.
 
“That really is too bad,” the patrol man said with mock sympathy. He glanced back down the road even though he couldn't make out the vehicle in this weather. “Y'all are gonna hafta turn back around. There ain't no way you're getting through here tonight. There's a little Inn about half a mile up the road a piece. I'll tell you what, I'll even call over and let Missy know that you folks are on the way. She'll have a room all fixed up for you by the time you get there.”
 
“Thanks officer." The tone in Davey's voice left no doubt there was no sincerity in his words. Rolling up the window he glanced in the rearview mirror, meeting Sara's eyes he shrugged "Don't blame me."
 
The raven haired young woman had her arms folded under her chest. “I still think you should have let me stab the backwater, hick lookin', muthafucker with a god damned pencil,” she growled glaring at Tara.
 
“And how many times do I have to tell you that I don't carry that kind bail money on me?” she tossed back tartly. Both of them oblivious to the young men in the front seat.
 
"Somebody better call Gabe." Ki quipped, the promoter was going to be wicked pissed when he found out that four of his performers wouldn't be showing up.
 
“I nominate you,” Tara said with a saccharine sweet smile.
 
“Why do I gotta be the one to call him,” he growled glowering at the women in the back seat.
 
“Because genius, you were the first to think of it,” Sara replied with the same sickeningly sugary grin as her tag team partner.
 
“And Davey can't do it because he's driving,” Tara informed the young man.
 
"Oh fuck me." Ki muttered reaching for his cell phone.
 
“Maybe later, because I think the officer would frown on such a public display,” Sara quipped allowing a smirk to creep across her face at the small choking sound he emitted.
 
As Davey crept back up the highway towards the motel, they all heard Ki's conversation with Gabe. Mostly because the irate promoter was simply screaming profanities into the phone. 
 
It took fifteen minutes to drive the half mile, visibility was almost nil and finally Ki hung up on Gabe. "Damn phone died." He grinned as he shut it off and tossed it onto the dashboard as Davey pulled up in front of the small motel.
 
“Not to mention the weather is playing havoc with the cell towers in the area,” Sara pointed out grinning despite her disappointment about missing the show.
 
“If you two are quite done, I'd like to get the hell out of these clothes and into something warmer,” Tara said interrupting their banter.
 
“Oh all right spoil sport,” the raven haired woman said gesturing for the guys to hurry up. “Besides I have to pee in the world's worst way.”
 
“Not on my leather seats you’re not,” Richards growled scrambling out of the car.
 
“This wouldn't happen if you didn't drink so damn much Pepsi,” Tara chided her friend.
 
“Oh like you're any better with all that coffee you drink,” Sara shot back blowing a raspberry at the redhead.
 
"It helps my nerves," Tara purred back.
 
Davey felt the goosebumps form along his arms and knew it wasn't from the cold. He shook his head to clear it as he opened the door to the lobby.
 
A matronly looking woman stood behind a scarred wooden counter. Her round face held a welcoming smile her blue eyes twinkling merrily. “Howdy folks, sorry to hear about your luck,” she told the foursome sincerely. “Harold already called down, by the way I'm Mable. I've got some good news and some bad, which do you want first?”
 
“The bad news,” Sara replied instantly. “What,” she asked at the looks she was getting from the others. “At least this way there seems to be a bright side.”
 
The older woman chuckled at the young people before her. “Well, the bad news is that there's only one double bed in each room here.”
 
“And the good news,” Tara ventured.
 
“Y'all got the last two rooms I had,” she replied almost laughing at the relief that flashed in their eyes at that statement.
 
"Thank God for small favors." Davey said reaching for his wallet. Tara did likewise and pulled her credit card from her purse. "Any chance of finding anything to eat around here?" She asked as she slid the card across the desk. "I got this," she said waving Davey off.
 
The gentleman in him had a hard time letting her pick up the tab for their stay. The least they could do was all pitch in to cover it. He was about to say something when a sharp elbow caught him in the ribs. He turned his head glaring at Ki who was subtly shaking his head no.
 
“There's a small cafe just across the street,” Mable offered pointing out the front window where the faint glow of lights could barely be made out. “It's open for another hour so I would suggest that if y'all are gonna go you do it soon.”
 
She handed over the keys tellin' them that providing the weather had let up check out time was noon. If not they were more than welcome to stay until it did. The foursome thanked her and headed for their rooms, which were conveniently enough located right next to each other. They agreed to meet up at the diner in fifteen minutes giving everyone a chance to get settled in for a short stay.
 
Tara opened the door to their room and stood aside letting Sara slip in. Dropping her bag just inside she immediately entered the bathroom as Tara took up a spot on the dresser. Pulling the heels off her feet she let out a sigh of relief.
 
"My feet are killing me." 
 
“I wonder why,” Sara remarked sarcastically as she opened the door to the bathroom. “I keep telling you dress for comfort rather than style and you'll be much better off.”
 
“And as I'm always telling you, if you always dress to impress you never fail to make an impact,” Tara returned digging through her bag.
 
Sara plopped down on the bed, leaning back on her elbows "Well you certainly did that today. I thought Richards was gonna trip over his tongue when he got a load of you."
 
“That reminds me,” the redhead snapped turning on her friend. “I distinctly remember telling you to be nice. Would it fuckin' kill you to be nice to someone other than me?”
 
“Actually I'm pretty sure it would,” the raven haired young woman returned blithely.
 
“Oh please,” Tara snorted, “not everyone you're nice to thinks he's getting into your pants.”
 
“Honey, you do remember what environment we work in correct? Can you honestly tell me that if I was actually nice to any of these fuckers that they wouldn't automatically assume I wanted in his bed,” she replied rolling her eyes.
 
Tara sighed sitting down next to her friend to pull on the pink and black Nike's. "No I can't but..." She left the comment unfinished. Normally she was just as lethal with the guys as her partner but there was something about the young man. Something that she sincerely hoped was simply gratitude at his coming to the rescue of two women he didn't even know. Her sudden silence and the sudden change in her demeanor had Sara cocking an eyebrow.
 
“Please, please, please tell me you're not falling for him,” the older woman begged. “He's eye candy, no doubt about that, but for fuck's sake he's not worth the heartbreak and misery that will follow if he gets wind of it. Hell, we've worked too hard, come too far, to let some dumb shit ruin our reputation now.”
 
“Don't you think I know that,” Tara demanded of her friend. “Don't you think I know what's at stake here...and for the record I never said I was falling for him.”
 
“Then what the fuck hun? We've always been on the same page but now I'm getting the feeling that we're not even reading the same book!”
 
“Can we not do this right now,” the redhead pleaded rubbing her forehead where the beginnings of a fabulous headache was coming on.
 
Sighing Sara got up off the bed going over to her friend wrapping her arms around the other woman. “I just worry about you honey. You know that...you should be concerned when I stop caring.”
 
"I would," Tara whispered before pulling back. "Besides, he's far too young for me anyway. He's a sweet kid that's all." 
 
"He's still a boy," Sara said wiggling her eyebrows. 
 
"If he gets outta line, I'll kick him okay?" Tara laughed reaching for her hoodie. Pulling it over her head she saw Sara smile. "The real thing indeed." With rolled eyes she reached for her own and smoothed her hands over the scarlet outline of the black widow. 
 
Chapter 3
 
“Shouldn't we wait for the girls?” Davey asked as he and Ki exited their room glancing at the next door.
 
“They said meet up at the diner not wait in the fuckin' cold for 'em,” the other man grumbled shoving his hands in his pockets as the girls' door opened.
 
“Ever the gentleman there Ki,” Sara drawled as she came out followed closely by Tara.
 
“Momma only said never hit a woman, she didn't say shit about leavin' 'em to walk by their damn selves,” he shot back.
 
Tara rolled her eyes, Ki and Sara constantly traded barbs. She wondered often about the underlying tension between the duo. Falling into step behind Sara she kept her eyes on the older girl's back avoiding looking at Davey. 
 
The trip to the diner was thankfully uneventful and despite the weather fairly easy. As the foursome entered the establishment all conversation ceased and every head in the place turned to look at them. Finally a young woman came bustling forward she was a tiny little thing with dazzling green eyes. The name tag pinned to the left side of her shirt told them she was Annabelle. “Just you four?” she asked politely.
 
Sara nodded because she was reasonably sure that if she opened her mouth she would come up with something truly scathing and the last thing any of them needed was for her to start a fight. Gabe might forgive them for missing one show but any more and he would have puppies.
 
Tara moved to the front of the group as Annabelle said "This way please." 
 
"Thanks hon, this weather is atrocious." Tara said sweetly.
 
“Yeah, it is,” the waitress agreed as she stopped at a table near the back. “Usually is this time of year, though it's been a while since we had a storm this bad this early in the season. Hopefully it'll clear up soon. I hate driving in this weather.”
 
“You and me both,” Sara concurred sliding into a chair. “I don't know what's worse the weather or the idiots who don't know how to drive in the elements.”
 
Annabelle laughed as she passed around the menus. “I heard that. Now what can I get you to drink?”
 
“Coke,” the raven haired woman answered instantly.
 
“Coffee,” Tara said a moment later.
 
"Lots of cream," they said simultaneously. After the waitress disappeared, Tara picked up her menu and began perusing the selection. As she contemplated the options she idly twirled a stray strand of hair around her index finger and bit her lip. Sara heard rather than saw the man across from her shift in his seat and shot Ki a wicked grin.
 
Ki brought a hand up to smother a grin. He had seen that look before, though never directed at him. It was a look that said someone was about to be on the receiving end of her well placed barbs. He opened his menu pretending interest in it while he waited for her opening shots.
 
Sara sat silently a moment longer watching Richards watch her friend. Though it was obvious he was trying not to his eyes kept flicking down to the redhead's sweatshirt clad chest. Oh, that was just too priceless. “Davey, I gotta ask,” the raven haired woman said at last, garnering his attention. “Is there something on her hoodie?” She leaned forward to look for the nonexistent stain. “Cuz I gotta say I don't see it.” She turned back to him with an innocent expression.
 
Davey's eyes shot up to met the amused hazel eyes staring innocently at him. "I...don't think so," he muttered as the blush began creeping across his face.
 
Tara looked over at Sara, the warning in her eyes wasn't lost on the brunette it was however about to be ignored. Sara was bored and she had found someone to pick on. Nothing was going to stop her now.
 
The raven haired woman leaned crossed arms on the table. Her expression going from innocent to wicked in a blink. She smiled evilly as Richards sat up straighter in his chair as if that alone could save him. “Honey do they just not having good lookin' women where you come from or has it just been so long that you forgot what one looked like?” Sara asked needling the man about his reaction to her friend.
 
Ki gave up all pretense of interest in the menu folding it shut as he began to laugh at the other man's discomfort. He turned dark eyes on the man next to him studying the younger man before turning to Sara. “I think that this a first for him,” he drawled smirking as Davey's face darkened in promise of retribution.
 
“As a matter of fact, it is," Davey drawled. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone as petty and juvenile as the two of you."
 
“Ouch, touched a nerve did we dear Davey?” Sara asked with false sweetness even going so far as to bat her eyelashes at him.
 
Davey glared at her as Tara kicked Sara in the shin. "Do you know what you want?" Annabelle's voice rang out though the only one looking at her was Tara.
 
Ki snickered "Davey does!" Tara promptly kicked him as well, twice as hard. "Hey! That fuckin’ hurt Tara!"
 
"Good!" Tara shot at him. 
 
Sara clutched her stomach as tears of mirth formed in her eyes. “I wasn't even aware she was on the menu for tonight,” she chimed in between gales of laughter.
 
Davey stood up so abruptly the chair clattered to the floor. "I think I've had enough." All three watched him stride out of the restaurant, a murderous expression on his face. 
 
Tara turned to Annabelle "Could you get me a couple of cheeseburgers and fries to go? Now." The waitress only nodded and backed away from the table. The look on the young woman's face sent a chill down her spine. Tara turned to her table mates "Ki, I don't know what your problem is and I really don't care. As for you, " she turned to look at Sara "I asked you to be nice. You know Davey didn't ask to get stuck the fuck out here in the middle of fuckin nowhere with us. He didn't have to risk his car and his life to trek out here and retrieve us. He could have told Gabe no. You can be the most ungrateful bitch I have ever met." Tara rose to her feet and stalked over to the counter. 
 
Drumming her nails on the counter top she counted to 100, then 200. She hadn't been this pissed off at Sara in years. Finally Annabelle appeared in front of her. "Here ya go hon." 
 
Tara forced a smile. "Thanks, sorry about that." She jerked her head towards the table where Ki and Sara were still sitting. She slid a twenty across the table and said "Keep the change, cheap bastards probably won't tip you anyway."
 
She turned and exited the restaurant. It was full dark now and she could barely make out the lights of the hotel across the street.
 
Sara shook her head watching her friend go. She wasn't going to lie and say that she wasn't hurt by her friend's ungrateful comment, but she knew that if the positions were reversed Tara would have done the same thing. However, the redhead should have known it was going to happen ribbing each other was what wrestlers did. Just like she knew that when they got to the next show she would catch no end of hell for getting directions from Jack in the first place. As much as she would rather not deal with that she wasn't going to get pissed and storm out like some child.
 
Annabelle cautiously approached their table looking at the duo warily. “Are you ready to order?” she asked .
 
“Yeah,” Sara said smiling at the young woman. “I'd like a hot roast beef sandwich with fries instead of mashed potatoes.” She folded the menu handing it over to the waitress before turning to Ki with an expectant look.
 
He placed his order watching Annabelle walk away before turning back to Sara. “Aren't you gonna go after her?” he asked curiously.
 
“Nope,” she replied taking a sip from her coke. “If I go after her now, she's just as likely to stab me as you. I'm giving her time to cool down.”
 
“Or time to work herself up into a righteous rage,” Ki commented leaning back in his chair.
 
"I think she's already there." Sara toyed with the straw in her glass. "So who is this boy?"
 
“Don't know,” he said with a shrug. “What I do know is that he works hard, he's very focused, very intense. From the little bit I've learned about him he seems like a good kid.”
 
“Wow, that's high praise coming from you,” the raven haired woman responded. “You do of course realize that he's not here so feel free to remove your lips from his ass any time now.”
 
Ki scowled at the young woman. “Do you always have to be such a bitch?”
 
“Anything worth doing is worth doing right,” she returned with a small grin. “Seriously, I'm not looking to pick a fight with you. One fight a day is my limit. Let's just enjoy our food then go see how pissed Tara is.”
 
"Fine by me." Ki muttered. 


Chapter 4
 
Tara stopped in front of the door to room 112. Her hands were full so instead of knocking she kicked the door, silently thanking God she had changed her shoes. She stood outside the door shivering waiting for Davey to answer.
 
Richards was a bit surprised to hear the commotion at his door. He was half tempted to ignore it but he would never forgive himself if one of the girls was out there waiting in the cold. Trudging over to the door he opened it a crack only to have it shoved back on him and a redhead striding through.
 
“I hope you don't mind some company with dinner, “ Tara said breezing into the room setting the to go cartons on the small table off to one side of the room.
 
Davey pushed the door shut as she turned to face him "What did you do with the other two?"
 
"Stabbed them both with pencils." She grinned before taking a seat at the table "Look, I'm really sorry about Sara...and that you're missing the show cause ya came out here to help us...and that we are stuck in the middle of nowhere..." She took a deep breath realizing she was rambling.
 
Richards was amused by her little spiel and wondered if she had any idea how adorable she was like that. Her concern was touching as it looked like she had gone ahead and ordered something for him. She didn't have to and at a guess he'd say it was more than Sara would have done for him. “Really, it's no big deal,” he told her moving over to the table taking a seat across from her.
 
She pushed one of the white Styrofoam containers towards him "It is to me. I appreciate it even if Sara is bent on acting like a juvenile bitch. And for the record, I don't mind you looking. I think I'd be insulted, or at least question your sexuality if you didn't."
 
He laughed at that wondering why he didn't feel the least bit offended. Maybe it was the way she smiled at him. Or maybe it's just because you're horny and she's a looker, the dark corner of his brain chimed in. He shoved that thought aside as he opened the container to see what she'd brought for dinner. “Thanks by the way,” he said belatedly as he picked up the cheeseburger.
 
"Anytime Davey, anytime." She picked up a fry and bit into it watching him from underneath her lashes. She let her eyes rove over him in silent assessment. The light grey t-shirt was tight and showed off the planes and angles of the muscles in his chest, arms and shoulders as he moved. The color of his shirt matched his eyes perfectly, she couldn't remember ever meeting anyone who had grey eyes before. The smoke colored orbs were framed by the silkiest lashes she'd ever seen. He cocked his head and she realized she'd been staring. "Sorry." She murmured looking down at her food.
 
Davey couldn't help the swell of masculine pride he felt knowing that she had been checking him out. He was also a bit relieved to know that she found him worth at least a stare and maybe if he was really lucky there would be another one. He closed his eyes groaning silently at how juvenile he was being, even in his thoughts. His only consolation was that neither Ki or Sara were here to ruin this moment.
 
They both went back to eating and Tara kept stealing glances at him. From the rugged line of his jaw, the powerful forearms and long slender fingers. She'd already checked out his ass when he'd walked out of the diner and was pretty sure the conclusion was that Davey Richards was smoking hot.
 
There wasn't much conversation between the two people. Yet it wasn't one of those awkward, pregnant pauses, it was a comfortable silence. One that let them enjoy each other's company without worrying about trying to say something to fill the void. 
 
He had learned long ago that one could tell more about a person from silence than the substance of their conversation. It spoke of a confidence that needed no words. It also said that you were comfortable in your own skin. More than that it said that the people were comfortable with each other. And Davey liked that idea...he liked it a lot.
 
Finally he leaned back in his chair, "So Ki and Sara should be back soon..."
 
Tara folded her arms under her chest a sour expression on her face. “Unfortunately,” she muttered glaring at the door. She was trying her best to be objective about the evening's events but she just couldn't seem to get past just how badly Sara had behaved.
 
"You're still pissed huh?"
 
"Thank you Captain Obvious. I'm liable to stab a bitch with a pencil."
 
“Whoa,” Davey exclaimed holding his hands up in front of him. “Remember that it's not me you're angry with.”
 
“I know honey,” she assured him. “But right now I'm not sure I can be in the same room with her and not stab the bitch!”
 
Davey raised an eyebrow but before he could comment they heard someone pounding on the door. He went to open it but Tara beat him across the room. Holding the door shut with one hand she yelled "What?"
 
“Oh c'mon Tara just open the fuckin' door it's freezing out here,” Sara yelled her hands clenching into fists at her sides.
 
"No! Go the fuck away!" Tara yelled back.
 
Sara's lower jaw jutted out her eyes narrowing on the door. “Fine be that way bitch,” the raven haired woman snarled moving to their door. She jammed the key into the lock twisting it viciously she shoved it against the wall. Storming into the room she grabbed the redhead's gear marching back out she yelled, “Come get your shit!”
 
Ki watched stunned as Sara then slammed and locked the door. A moment later his door opened and Tara came out spotting her gym bag on the ground she went over to hers pounding on the wooden surface. “If you know what's good for you you'll open this fuckin' door right fuckin' now!”
 
The door didn't open nor was there was a response from inside either. That couldn't be good the young man thought as he watched the redhead dig in her pocket for the other key. The door opened only a sliver before it was once again shut. From the other side everyone could hear, “You wanted me gone...I'm gone. Why don't you see if you can bunk with the guys!”
 
"Oh hell no. You take this one! I'm just as liable to kill him as I am you at the moment!" Tara snarled before grabbing her bag and slamming the second door in Ki's face.
 
“Fuck me,” Ki muttered knocking on the door thankful that Davey answered rather than Tara. Without saying a word he walked over to his gear picking the bag up off the floor. At the door he paused looking back at the redhead. “You know that's awfully fucked up. Kicking me out of my own room just because your partner's a psycho bitch.”
 
Tara let out a frustrated scream reaching for the pencil still in her hair as Ki quickly exited the room. A moment later the pencil was embedded in the door quivering. “Be glad I missed asshole,” she screamed.
 
When Tara turned Davey was leaning against the dresser, feet crossed at the ankle arms across his well developed chest. "And you..." She took a deep breath as his eyebrow rose questioningly "Are fuckin smokin hot."
 
A feral grin spread across his face at her words. His arms dropped to his sides as he took a step toward her. His strode across the room like a predator stalking his prey. His gray eyes darkened making them look like menacing storm clouds as he watched her chest rise and fall rapidly. He backed her against the wall one hand coming up to rest above her shoulder while he pinned her with his lower body. “Is that right,” he asked in a deep husky drawl.
 
Tara's turquoise eyes locked with his and she let her tongue snake across her lips "It is." She had no idea what possessed her. She'd spent the last several years avoiding guys, in the business or not but suddenly all she could think of was a hot, sweaty and very naked Davey Richards.
 
“Good,” he purred before he dipped his head capturing her lips. He sucked her lower lip between his nipping at it gently then soothing the abused flesh with his tongue. His hands drifted down her sides lingering for a moment at her waist. His fingers teased the exposed skin he found there from where her sweatshirt had ridden up. Grasping her hips he slid her up the wall until he was cradled in the v of her thighs.
 
Tara let her arms slide up his arms to his shoulders. Burying her face in the curve of his neck she licked a path across the flesh to his ear and was rewarded with a low moan. When he turned his head she didn't give him a chance to say anything simply slid her tongue against his and began the dance. It had been so long since she'd kissed anyone she was amazed she remembered how. Judging from the hardness against her thigh, she hadn't lost her touch.
 
Davey's fingers dug into Tara's hips as he ground his aching shaft against her center. He tore his lips from hers resting his forehead against hers panting. Using his legs he kept her pinned to the wall while his hands reached for the hem of her hoodie. His fingers scratched lightly at her skin as he caught her shirt as well. He drew them both over her head tossing them over his shoulder carelessly. His storm gray eyes were transfixed by the sight of creamy white mounds filling the satin and lace confection that made up her bra.
 
Dipping his head he licked a long hot, wet line over first one globe then the over. Teeth nipped playfully at the flesh. His hands once again came down to rest on her hips gripping them tightly. Swinging around, the pair landed on the bed freeing his hands for more enjoyable tasks.
 
From underneath him Tara wriggled, sliding her hands underneath his t-shirt. When her fingertips met bare flesh she could feel the arc of electricity. From the surprised look in his eyes he had felt it as well. "Fuck," he muttered lips against her bare shoulder. The feel of his hot breath against her cool skin caused goose bumps to raise along her forearm. She felt his hands at the button to her jeans and arched against him. 
 
He let her drag the shirt from his body just as eager as she to feel the glide of skin on skin. His fingers returned to fumble with the button on her jeans before it finally came free he tore the zipper open. He slid to the floor pulling the denim down her slim toned legs before kissing his way back up. From the juncture of her legs he rolled his eyes up to hers his hot breath ghosting over her sensitized flesh like a physical touch.
 
Tara's eyes slipped shut against the erotic image of him between her splayed thighs. His hands came up fingers grasping the edges of her skimpy thong. The sound of ripping fabric had her eyes snapping open. His heated unapologetic look scorched her clear down to her toes. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as his tongue snaked out to taste her.
 
She knew it wouldn't take long before that almost forgotten wave crashed over her. His hands slid underneath cupping her full bottom. Bringing her flush against him he let his tongue part the sensitive folds. The tiny mewing sounds issuing from her lips made him ache to be inside her. He continued his ministrations, feeling her thighs tremble against him. It wasn't long before her mewing turned to full moans and she was clawing the faded comforter. It seemed only seconds, and somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered. The thought was gone as soon as he felt her fingers digging into his shoulders. As she reached the peak his name echoed off the walls.
 
Crawling up on the bed Davey kissed his way up her body stopping at her breasts to pull the cups of her bra down. He captured one turgid peak between his lips dragging his teeth over the sensitive tip before pulling back. Blowing on the stiffened nub he watched transfixed as it tightened even further. He then turned his attention to it's twin lavishing the same affection on it.
 
The grin he flashed her was nothing short of wicked. Reaching out he ripped the bra from her body jerking her up off the bed. “I liked that set,” Tara informed him in a breathy voice.
 
“I'll buy you more,” Davey promised as his lips crashed down on hers his tongue plundering the sweet cavern of her mouth.
 
Tara let her hands move over his back, trailing down to come to rest on his ass. He was still wearing the black denim jeans and Tara dug her fingertips into the muscles as his tongue tasted every inch of her skin. "This is so not fair," she murmured rubbing her naked body against him. He could feel her rock hard nipples against his chest and groaned. 
 
Pushing up, his face even with hers he stared down into the drowning pools of her eyes. He pressed his jean clad erection against her naked slit watching her gaze darken with need. The same need he felt clawing at him to bury himself inside her. Teeth caught his lower lip letting slide back out as he ground his aching shaft against her once more drawing a ragged moan from her throat.
 
It too much and not enough for Tara. Her fingers tore the button on his jeans open before yanking down the zipper. She paused as she realized that he wasn't wearing anything under the denim. Her hand slipped inside needing him to feel as insane as she did. They both groaned as her small hand covered his hardened flesh.
 
With one hand on his chest she pushed him onto his back, rolling with him until she was straddling his massive thighs. She could feel the roughness of the worn denim against her own thighs. She looked down at him as the fleeting notion that she truly had lost her mind flashed across her face.
 
Shaking off the thought she broke eye contact, afraid he would see the hesitation and call the whole thing off. She reached for the waistband and began to pull the material down his hips. She felt the pressure of his fingers on her wrist. "Tara..." the question in his voice was unmistakable.
 
"What?" her voice was soft and her gaze rested somewhere on his throat.
 
"Look at me," the command was soft but sure. Her eyes slowly moved to meet his. She could see the burning need in his eyes, but also a fierce determination that echoed in his words. "If you go any further, I won't be able to stop. Are you sure this is what you want?"
 
She let her hands glide across his abdomen, the trembling of the muscles underneath her fingertips told her that he wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him. "Davey...I've spent the last several years avoiding this very situation. I didn't come to this decision lightly, quickly yes, but not lightly. I have never wanted anyone more in my life than I want you right now. I won't regret it in the morning, or next week or next year. If this makes me a slut, a rat or whatever you want to call it, so be it. I can live with that."
 
He let out a breath that he didn't realize he had been holding. Yes he wanted her but not enough to force her into a situation that she could possibly regret later. Releasing his grip on her wrist he let her drag the denim from his body. He heard the heavy material hit the floor then felt her warm hands sliding up his thighs.
 
Her turquoise eyes were trained on his smoky orbs as her mouth hovered over his throbbing length. All coherent thought left him as her ruby red lips engulfed his aching shaft. Her tongue swirled around his length driving him to distraction even as his hips jerked reflexively. His fingers tangled in her scarlet tresses as she continued her ministrations.
 
Tara could feel her own juices dripping from her aching center as he throbbed in her mouth. One hand wrapped around the base of his erection she bobbed her head as his fingertips dug into her scalp. She felt him tighten and still "Tara." The warning of his impending release was apparent in his husky voice. "Please." was the only coherent thought he could voice as she increased the pressure. 
 
Using the hand in her hair he pulled her away from him. He could see the hurt flash in her eyes. “That's not how I want this to end,” he hastened to assure her as he dragged her up the length of his body. Her hot wet center was pressed against his hardened flesh making him groan. He loosened his hold on her hair letting his hand travel down between their bodies.
 
Positioning his throbbing member at her slick opening his eyes bored into hers. Grasping her hips he brought her down as he arched up into her body. Her lips parted in a wordless cry as he filled her. The sensation of being wrapped in her velvety sheath was indescribable. He took a moment to just savor the feel of being buried in her welcoming body.
 
Tara whimpered as the sensation of being filled crashed over her body making her weak and dizzy. When he began to move inside her the whimpers turned to cries of pleasure and Davey couldn't suppress the self satisfied smile that crept across his lips. Expertly he flipped her onto her back, never breaking the connection of their bodies. Increasing the pace he slammed into her again and again as her nails scraped down his back. He didn't feel the blood begin to trickle as his very soul was consumed by sheer bliss.
 
The redhead squeezed her eyes shut her legs locked around Davey's waist. Every nerve in her body was alive with the sensation exploding inside of her. Pinpoints of colored light danced behind her closed lids as her climax washed over her. She could feel her walls clenching spasmodically around his driving length.
 
The feel of her tightening around him was too much. Her name was torn from his lips as he poured into her.
 
Several minutes later he was braced over her, sweat dripping from his brow and stinging the fresh scratches down his back. 
 
Tara reached up and brushed her fingers across his jaw. "Thank you."
 
He pressed a sweet gentle kiss to her lips. One large calloused hand coming up to cup her cheek his thumb brushing over the prominent bone. “No, thank you,” he murmured his grey eyes shining with sincerity.
 
Moving to lay next to her they both stared up at the dingy ceiling. Tara knew she was gonna catch hell from Sara about this but she didn't care and if he was interested she had every intention of doing it again. 
 
Chapter 5
 
Ki pounded on the door for a third time. “God damn it Sara, if you don't open this fuckin' door right now I'm gonna kick the son of a bitch in,” he yelled a fierce scowl marring his handsome features. When he didn't hear any movement from within he dropped his bag next to the door preparing to do just as he threatened.
 
The door opened showing Sara standing there with an annoyed expression on her face. “Well what the fuck do you want?”
 
“Apparently we're sharing the room tonight, your psychotic friend kicked me out of mine,” he informed her picking up his bag.
 
“That's your tough luck,” she returned letting the door go to fall shut behind her as she turned away from it and him.
 
Instead the door was thrown open causing her to turn and look. Absently he noted that she had already ditched her hoodie and shoes. “I don't think so,” he growled slamming the door shut behind him. “I'm not about to sleep in the fuckin' car because you two bitches can't get along.”
 
"Oh stop acting like you had nothing to fuckin do with this. She's pissed at both of us though why she gives a rats ass about us ribbing the kid..." Suddenly Sara remembered their earlier conversation and her fingers curled into the palms of her hands, nails biting into the flesh. "I'll fucking kill her!"
 
Ki raised an eyebrow at the outburst. “And why exactly are you gonna kill her? It's not her fault you decided to throw her out of this room.”
 
Sara looked at him like he'd lost his fucking mind. “You didn't just meet us,” she snapped angrily. “When has Tara, or I for that matter, ever taken it easy on any of you guys?” she questioned in a deceptively mild tone.
 
Ki cocked his head as he contemplated the question. Searching his memory for any recollection of either of the girls being anything but a condescending bitch. In all the times he'd worked shows with them he couldn't recall a single instance. "Well never, but what the hell does that have to do with this?"
 
The raven haired woman looked up at the ceiling beseechingly. “Whatever it is I'm most heartily sorry,” she muttered before dropping her gaze back on the man currently invading her space and her thoughts. “Even you can't be that oblivious,” she sneered giving him a prolonged once over to emphasize her point.
 
The meaning finally hit him "Ah...lucky fucker. Half the boys in the back are dying to get a piece of that." he said without thinking.
 
Sara didn't even give herself time to reconsider it, she reached up pulling the pencil from her hair. She swung her arm and if Ki had been a moment slower would have been stabbed in the shoulder. As it was the pencil was embedded in the wall with a very irate woman glaring murderously at him.
 
Angrily Ki grabbed both the young woman's wrist spinning them so that he had her pinned to the wall. “What the fuck,” he demanded in a deep bass growl.
 
“That is precisely why we aren't nice to you fuckers,” Sara hissed as she tried to wrack him.
 
He turned his hips blocking her attempt from first one side then the other. His fingers bit into her wrists as he used his legs to keep her pinned to the wall. He was having a tough time holding on to his anger with her soft curves pressed so intimately against him.
 
Struggling against him Sara felt the blood pound through her veins. "Fucking let me go!" she hissed.
 
"No!" was the sharp retort.
 
"I'm gonna fuckin kill you Ki."
 
His face was a fraction of an inch from hers "That is precisely why I'm not letting you go. Damn bitch already tried to stab a motherfucker. "
 
It was at that exact moment that she realized how close he really was. Her body also chose that moment to notice how good he felt pressed against her. Her blue green eyes dropped to those oh so kissable lips. She barely managed to keep from whimpering as his tongue darted out to wet them.
 
She stopped struggling and let the resistance drain from her body. Coyly she looked up at him through her lashes "What if I promise to play nice," she purred throatily.
 
"You do not know how to play nice." He returned smoothly, "Which is precisely the way I like it." He knew he was playing with fire. If he'd misread the electricity dancing throughout the room he was likely to loose a precious appendage. He let go of one hand and brought it up to catch her chin in his grasp. Forcing her head up he licked his lips once before descending on her like a rabid animal. Sara could feel his teeth behind his lips as he crushed them against her half open mouth.
 
This time Sara didn't even try to stop the whimper before it could come out. Her free hand automatically reached for the back of his head fingers dancing over the soft stubble. She let her tongue trace the seam of his lips.
 
Ki surprised her by sucking her lower lip between his nipping it sharply. She let out a low sound that was part pleasure and part pain even as she rolled her hips against his. Her hand slid down the back of his neck dancing teasingly under the collar of his shirt raking his skin with her nails.
 
His hands found the hem of the baby doll tee she was wearing and roughly shoved it up, exposing the milky expanse not contained by the scarlet bra. "Oh fuck." He hissed in appreciation before burying his face in the warmth of her heaving chest. Licking and nipping at the flesh under his mouth he quickly learned which drew whimpers and which drew moans. 
 
“Oh God,” Sara groaned as she drew her lower lip into her mouth. She ground her lower body against his hard throbbing length. One hand clutched the back of his head the other was wrapped around his shoulders. She continued to roll her hips against him desperately seeking some sort of relief.
 
Ki scooped her into his arms and moved to the bed, he all but dropped her before following her down. Neither had the patience to apply the art of seduction as hands grasped, pushed and shoved clothing out of the way.
 
Their nude bodies were pressed together so tightly not even a slip of paper could come between them. The pair shared a look that said if there were any doubts now would be the time to voice them. The moment stretched then without warning Ki sank home. A scream was torn from Sara's throat as she threw her head back eyes squeezing shut.
 
Slowly he withdrew only to slam back into her hot tight wet sheath. He knew the combination would quickly drive her to the brink of insanity. The way she wrapped her legs around his waist and the way she arched up to meet his thrusts told him it wouldn't take much to set her off.
 
Sara's eyes flicked open and locked with his as he invaded her body. Their intense gazes left no room for doubt that this is what they had both secretly wanted from the first time they had ever laid eyes on one another. Ki braced himself on one arm as he used the other to smooth the jet black strands of hair from her face. 
 
She ran her hands up his well muscled arms to loop around his neck. Her fingers splayed over the back of his neck using her nails to claw lightly at his skin. The action drew a shiver from the man above her. She licked her lips smirking slightly when he unconsciously mimicked the action.
 
"You're not gonna stab me now are ya?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk of his own.
 
“Only if you leave me hanging,” she managed to pant, her fingers digging into his skin. 
 
In answer the man above her thrust his hips, driving his length deeper into her welcoming body. "Fuck me," she cried as he moved quickly inside of her. She felt the tightening of every muscle in her body as the climax gathered. 
 
Ki stared down at the woman under him taking great pride in the ecstasy playing over her face. The low needy sounds she emitted was like music to his ears. He drove his body into hers again and again his hand dropping to her hip forcing her to meet his punishing rhythm. He dipped his head burying his face in the hollow of her neck his teeth nipping at the skin.
 
Sara felt every inch of her being throbbing with need. This had been coming for a long time and now the reality of being joined to the man that had invaded her most intimate dreams was overwhelming. The wave crested and she drug her nails down his back as his teeth sank into the soft skin of her shoulder.
 
Her head was thrown back her eyes squeezed shut his name issuing from her lips. Millions of tiny colored lights danced behind her closed lids as her muscles pulsed around his driving length. She held him close riding out her orgasm as his rhythm took on an uneven quality. Moments later she felt him drive as deep as her body would let him every muscle in his body locking as he surrendered to his own release.
 
They lay in the darkness, breathing beginning to even, heartbeats slowly returning to normal and Sara wondered if she would ever be normal again. 
 
In the back of his mind he wondered where to go from here. He respected her abilities far too much to let something like this get out. While on the other hand he couldn't go back to acting as if he hated her, which had seemed to work so well for both of them.
 
He reached for her and pulled her body flush against his. He'd deal with it in the morning, for now he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of her next to him.
 
Sara let him hold her close settling into the hollow of his shoulder slinging one leg over both of his. She breathed a contented sigh pushing all thoughts of tomorrow from her mind as sleep came to claim her.
 
Chapter 6
 
Tara lay in the darkness, perfectly content to listen to him simply breathe. She felt the weight shift next to her but didn’t open her eyes. The next thing she noticed was the scent of him, of them wafting together to begin the hum in her veins. She felt a single finger brush across her cheek and heard his voice, soft and warm. “You are so beautiful.” She repressed the sigh of satisfaction wondering what he would do next. She was surprised when she felt him move away from her. Bare feet were almost noiseless on the carpeted floor. Cracking one eye she caught a flash of his powerful thighs and perfect ass as he disappeared into the bathroom. She heard the water in the shower come on and closed her eyes once again, imagining the sight that would greet her should she decide to follow him. The hum became a steady flame centered in her core.
 
Seconds later she was reaching for the knob on the small bathroom door. Steam engulfed her as she slipped inside and reached for the curtain separating his naked body from hers. She didn’t suppress the groan that issued from her lips as she took in the sight of the water gliding down his broad shoulders to fall over his back and down the length of his legs. His hands were in his dark hair, splaying the muscles of his back and she couldn’t make her hands still as she reached out to trace the lines in front of her. His eyes met hers over his shoulder and the sexy smile curved his lips invitingly. 
 
Snaking her hands around to his chest she pressed her body against his. Her hands moved across his abdomen and he heard the rush of breath in his ear as her hand closed around him. Her teeth sank into the back of his neck and he thought he would lose all control right then.
 
He let his eyes slip shut, fingers curling uselessly against the tiles as her small hand continued to work him. He had thought a shower would help him relax. It had been torture to lay next to her sleeping form those lush curves pressed so intimately against him. He had been loathe to wake her to assuage the need he felt burning through his veins.
 
He had also been half afraid that she would think badly of him for it. Just because it had happened once didn't mean he now had Carte Blanche where her body was concerned. He was too much of a gentleman for that kind of thinking, though he was quite sure there were a number of guys they worked with that wouldn't have the same compunction.
 
Tara let the other hand dance across the wet skin of his abdomen and chest, her fingernails scratching lightly. The longing she felt for him began to deepen beyond a physical need and she felt the prick of apprehension crawl across her skin.
 
As Davey turned gray eyes blazing with an all consuming need she wondered if it was anywhere near as strong as what she felt for him. His lips came crashing down on hers bringing the rush of desire that had been simmering beneath the surface since she had woken under his gentle touch and soft words.
 
As he ravished her mouth with his, she felt his hands slide down her sides to grip her hips. Sliding her up his body, he needed no guidance to drive home. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved inside her. Her head thrown back, eyes tightly shut she felt the cooling water cascade over her but even that couldn't dampen the fire raging inside of her. The only thing that could accomplish that was him.
 
He stared into her turquoise eyes as he continued to drive into her welcoming body. Dimly part of him wondered if he really meant anything to her or if he was only convenient. Looking into her jewel toned orbs he found it difficult to believe that she took just anyone to her bed. Her gaze was so open exposing more than she was probably aware of that he found it tough to maintain eye contact. Burying his face in the crook of her shoulder licking and sucking on the sensitive flesh of her neck.
 
Davey didn't notice the now ice cold water as he felt her walls tighten and heard her breathing quicken and then still. The sensation drove him over the edge as he let go of the climax he'd been struggling to hold back from her first touch. 
 
He left a trail of hot wet kisses along her jaw to her mouth. Pressing a sweet gentle kiss to her lips his hand coming up to cup her cheek tenderly. He pulled back staring down into those drowning deep pools he let his thumb brush over her kiss swollen lips. Absently he noted the temperature of the water pelting them. Reaching out he shut off the taps never breaking eye contact with her as their heartbeats slowed back to normal.
 
She could see the unspoken question in his eyes and bit her lip, averting her gaze. With a deep breath he turned from her and reached for a towel. Handing it to her he didn't look at her again before stepping out of the shower.
 
Tara wanted to reach out to him and tell him... Tell him what, she wondered, watching as he wrapped a towel around his lean hips. Tell him that this was just a momentary lapse of sanity? She snorted at that thought. Once might have been temporary insanity but twice was another matter all together. She wondered how she had fallen so quickly and so hard for someone she had just met. It was official if Sara ever got wind of this she was going to stab her with a fucking pencil!
 
Davey heard the sound and it pricked at his pride. If he was just a piece of meat to her, he wished she would have said so up front. Ordinarily, he didn't have a problem with sex for the sake of sex, but somehow he knew, just knew that this had been something else entirely...at least for him. He exited the bathroom, mentally kicking himself for expecting anything more. She'd never said one way or another and he hated the fact that he had obviously read more into the situation than she had been ready to give. Sitting down on the bed with a sigh he buried his face in his hands. 
 
When Tara appeared, several minutes later that was exactly how she found him. "Davey?" her voice was tentative."I' m sorry. I didn't mean to..." 
 
“Didn't mean to what,” he asked cutting her off sharply. His stormy gray eyes pinned her where she stood, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “Play me for a fool? Cuz you did a brilliant job of that,” he spat. He regretted the words almost as soon as they left his mouth.
 
His words cut like a knife. She felt the tears sting her eyes. "I'm scared," she admitted quietly.
 
“Scared of what,” he asked more harshly than he'd intended. He couldn't stand to see a woman cry and it killed him to know that he was at least partially responsible for them. Standing he took a step forward cursing silently as she retreated from him.
 
She brushed angrily at the tears. She hadn't cried in years and certainly not over some damn condescending man. She glared at him "Do you know how long it's been since I felt anything but contempt for any man?"
 
“I'm guessing ten minutes ago,” he snapped in kind even knowing it was his wounded ego speaking and not the man that should have been.
 
"Davey, don't make me stab you with a fuckin pencil," she said heatedly.
 
Richards glared at the redhead as he rose from the bed, smirking slightly as she backpedaled away from him. Reaching out he grasped the pencil that had been embedded, forgotten in the door. Handing it to her eraser first he leaned down their faces almost touching. “Take your best shot,” he sneered shoving the pencil into her hand.
 
Her eyes widened then narrowed. Apparently the fact that she had been willing to stab Ki hadn't fazed him in the least. "Are you fucking high?" she hissed. Give a bitch a pencil and she would stab a motherfucker.
 
Davey realized he had pushed this too far as he watched her arm draw back. He barely had time to avoid serious injury as she swung her arm forward. He hadn't been quick enough. He felt the tip of the pencil graze his arm. “You're fuckin' crazy,” he snarled backing away from the irate redhead.
 
"Which is precisely why you don't want to get involved with me." 
 
“Don't you think I should get a vote, especially in things that concern me,” he snapped tapping a finger angrily against his chest.
 
Her eyes flashed and the words spilled from her lips before she had a chance to censor herself, "Not with my heart you don't."
 
He didn't know who was more shocked by her outburst, her or him. Of all the things she could have said he highly doubted that was what she had meant to say. He couldn't help the swell of hope beginning to bloom that maybe, just maybe, he hadn't been wrong about her after all. Knowing that she was waiting for him to say something, anything he opened his mouth then just as quickly shut it. “I...I don't know what to say to that,” he finally managed to get out.
 
"You don't have to say anything. I just..." she could feel her body tremble and decided she'd already committed herself. She moved past him to perch on the edge of the rumpled bed. She looked up at him, "I never meant for this to go this far...I mean..." she pounded herself in the forehead. "Stupid bitch," she muttered more to herself than him. This was precisely what Sara had been afraid of, and rightly so.
 
Davey grabbed her wrist gently forcing her to look at him. “C'mon Tara, it can't be as bad as all that,” he said softly, sinking to his knees before her. “Talk to me.”
 
She took a deep breath fighting to calm herself. Looking him in the eye she cleared her throat, "What I am about to say goes no farther than the two of us, nor is it to make you feel obligated."
 
Brushing his thumbs over her knuckles he nodded reassuringly. He wasn't sure what she was about to confess and had to fight to contain his burgeoning hope. For all he knew she was getting ready to tell him where to go and how to get there.
 
"I haven't been with any man, coworker or not in far longer than I care to admit. Not for lack of opportunity, but lack of desire...I did that once before...and, " she looked away from him momentarily when her gaze returned to his the look on her face told him it hadn't ended well. "Anyway," she continued, "I thought this could just be about sex for me...the second I laid eyes on you I knew we'd end up here...and I should have known better."
 
His grip on her hands loosened as the meaning of her words sank in. He was shocked, amazed, thrilled, flattered, and a whole host of other things he didn't wish to examine too closely at the moment. He couldn't help the grin slowly stealing over his face. He framed her face with his hands unwilling to say anything that might ruin this fragile moment.
 
She watched the emotions play over his handsome features and held her breath waiting for him to say something, anything. "Did you really think I felt any differently Tara?"
 
Biting her lower lip she dropped her gaze though it got no further than his delightfully kissable mouth. “Honestly, I didn't know what to think. Hell, I still don't know what to think about what's going on here,” she confessed in a small voice.
 
Cupping her chin he brought her face up until her eyes met his "Don't think, just feel," he whispered.
 
“I'm good with that,” she whispered as he reached for her towel. Her eyes slipped shut as his hands blazed a path over her sensitized skin, losing herself in the magic of his touch.
 
He willed himself to take it slow, even as his own body screamed at him to take her. He didn't know how long this was going to last but he vowed to enjoy every second.
 
Chapter 7
 
Softly Sara ran her hand gently over Ki's shaved head cradling the back of his skull. A small smile curled the corners of her mouth as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Her encounter with Ki had been a long time in coming if she was honest with herself. Sighing she let her hand fall away from him as she wondered what happened next.
 
She wasn't fool enough to believe that this was really going anywhere. After all, she had taken great pains to single him out whenever the two within the same building. She knew she had taken a child's approach in dealing with him, using the hurt them before they can hurt you ideology. Now she longed for things she could never have. The old adage about cutting off your nose to spite your face seemed to ring true in this case.
 
Ki nuzzled against her, breathing in the warm scent that distinctly said women. He'd only been mildly surprised when she hadn't rebuked him for his actions. He'd wanted her since the first time she'd threatened to kick him in the face and now that he had her, he had no intention of letting her go.
 
The raven haired young woman went to roll out of his loose embrace only to find his arms tightening around her. Looking down she found those burning dark eyes trained on her face. His gaze was so intense that she felt naked under that look. She shifted her gaze to somewhere over his shoulder hoping that none of what she'd been thinking had shown on her face.
 
"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was husky with a mixture of sleep and desire. 
 
She opened her mouth then just as quickly shut it as she hadn't really given it any thought. She'd merely been trying to get away from his overwhelming presence. “Bathroom,” she said in a voice that sounded more like a question than a statement.
 
"What if I'm not ready to let you go?" he asked one eyebrow cocked, his gaze trained on her full, swollen lips.
 
She wasn't sure why the comment irritated her it just did. She fell back on something comfortable something familiar, anger. “Well that's just tough shit isn't it,” she snapped peevishly her blue green eyes narrowed. “You don't get a choice. Now get off!”
 
He loosened his grip on her slightly "You have to come back sometime," he reasoned.
 
Sara rolled her eyes even as she scrambled out of his arms. She stormed over to the bathroom, which had been her ticket out of his embrace, grabbing the forgotten pencil out of the wall. Smirking slightly as she watched Ki frown at the action.
 
Entering the bathroom she slammed the door shut behind her, even going so far as to throw the lock. Not that it would really stop the man if he was determined to gain entry. It just made her feel better. Scowling at her reflection she turned away from the mirror instead turning on the taps for a shower. Maybe that would help her gain a little perspective.
 
Ki stretched out on the bed, arms clasped behind his head and waited patiently for her to return. He could hear the water running and stifled a groan as he closed his eyes and envisioned the sight of her nude body, water running in rivulets down her ample chest strands of inky black hair clinging wetly to her neck and shoulders. At this rate his patience would run out before her hot water he thought as he tried to erase the picture he'd drawn in his mind.
 
Standing under the cool spray of water she called herself nine kinds of fool for what had transpired. She had told Tara the dangers of tumbling into bed with one of the guys, yet all of her carefully crafted words had gone right out the window the moment he had her pinned against the wall. Angrily she hit the wall grimacing slightly as her knuckles connected with the smooth white tiles.
 
Obscenities spewed from her mouth as she heard him banging on the bathroom door. "Go the fuck away!" 
 
“Sara, you have exactly three fuckin' seconds to open this door before I kick the motherfucker off the hinges,” he yelled in response. He was worried that she might be lying inside hurt while he was standing out here like some kind of idiot. Though he should be relieved since she was shouting profanity.
 
“You're not the boss of me,” she screamed shaking her hand looking down at the damage. The skin had split over a couple of the knuckles. It was nothing too severe just looked worse than it was. This is what you get for acting like a child, she thought irritably.
 
“I fucking mean it Sara! Now!" His voice reverberated throughout the small room and she wondered idly if he would wake up Tara or Davey since the two bathrooms were obviously connected.
 
“All right,” she hollered back shutting off the water and flinging the curtain back. “Just stop fuckin' yelling,” she growled flipping the lock on the door. Taking a step back she grabbed a small towel to press against her bleeding knuckles.
 
His eyes swept over her and he could feel himself begin to harden. With a deep breath he reached for her hand "Let me see." 
 
“No,” she snapped immediately clutching her hand to her chest.
 
Ki's dark eyes bored into her unusual hazel gaze. “Right now you have two choices,” he informed her in his deep bass rumble. “One, you can give me your hand and let me take a look at it. Or you can turn this into a fight, which we both know I'll win, and you'll still have to show me your hand. Now what's it going to be,” he asked in a deceptively patient tone his arms folded over his chest.
 
Sara crushed the instant reflex to punch him in the face, the yelling and screaming that were sure to ensue would ensure Davey and Tara's presence at the door. "I fuckin hate you Ki," she hissed through clenched teeth as she surrendered the bloody hand.
 
“That I highly doubt,” he replied with a look full of sensual promise as he carefully removed the towel.
 
Sara cursed the secret thrill that went through her at that look. She shouldn't be falling for one of the guys. It went against everything she believed in. She had seen too many other promising female stars fall because she had been only too willing to fall into bed with one of the guys they worked with. Yet she had been doomed right from the start. Her attraction to him had been instantaneous and thus she had built the wall surrounding her heart even taller. 
 
“Sorry,” he murmured as the soft fabric stuck pulling at her skin. Her knuckles were starting to swell and there were a couple small abrasions. He asked her to move her fingers only mildly shocked when she complied. He saw her glance repeatedly at the bathroom wall finally realizing what was making her so cooperative. “You'll live,” he said letting her snatch her hand back.
 
“No shit Sherlock! I could have told you that,” she ground out glaring at him. She wanted him to go already. He occupied far too much of her thoughts as it was and that was before tonight had ever happened. Sighing she leaned against the counter cradling her wounded hand.
 
"Look Sara, the only way anyone will hear about this is if you tell them. It might surprise you, but my momma did raise me to be a gentlemen." He said quietly.
 
She checked the automatic impulse to snort at that. The sincerity shining in his eyes told her that he was telling her the complete and utter truth. She nodded letting her hair fall around her face shielding her from his penetrating gaze. “Thank you for that,” she whispered thickly hating the fact that she was about to cry. 
 
The young woman took a slow deep breath trying to push back the urge that had tears gathering in her eyes. She knew that it wouldn't make a lick of sense to him why she was this upset about something they had both fully enjoyed, but then again he didn't have to hear people call him a glorified ring rat either. No matter how talented or promising a woman was, the moment it became public knowledge that she was involved with one of the guys, she became nothing more than a piece of ass. 
 
It was a fate she had striven to avoid at all costs. She had sacrificed her heart on the alter of her career and until him had been okay with that. Now he had come along and knocked all her beliefs out of whack. She wasn't even sure she wanted them back now and that scared her more than she was willing to admit.
 
Ki heard the slight quiver in her voice and knew what it meant. He reached for her, pulling her gently into the cradle of his arms. He wasn't sure what to say to make everything okay. The only thing he knew for sure was that nothing could ever be the same.
 
Sara clung to him letting the tears fall that she had been holding back for so long. Years worth of tears spilled from her eyes as she let it all go. The heartache, the sadness, the what ifs, the could bes, all of it was washed away in a flood of tears. And through it all he held her, not because he really understood what was happening but because he cared. That simple fact didn't need to be spoken because his actions spoke for him.
 
Once the tears had subsided he scooped her into his arms and carried her back to the bed. Crawling onto the soft mattress he continued to hold her in his arms. It was a side of him she'd never seen before sweet, gentle and caring. She knew deep in her heart that this wasn't going to end in the small hotel room in the middle of nowhere. Nor did she want it to.
 
Absently she ran her hands over this planes and angles of his muscled back. She pressed a soft tender kiss to the center of his chest. She needed this...needed him. Needed to reassure herself that he was here and that this was real.
 
Ki felt her soft caresses and couldn't swallow the groan. Her touch was irresistible and his body responded no matter how much he tried not to. "Sara..." 
 
Biting her lip she held herself perfectly still. Slowly she lifted her head to meet that intensely burning gaze. The one that always seemed to see right through her. “Ki,” she answered in a soft voice. She held her breath as his eyes scanned her face, looking for what she wasn't sure.
 
He framed her incredible face with his hands "I want you Sara, not just tonight or until we get out of here. I want to be with you. I don't know how we're going to work it out, but I'm not walking away."
 
Her hand came up to cradle the back of his head. “I'm good with that,” she murmured kissing first one corner of his mouth then the other. She pressed her lips against his sucking his lower one into her mouth nipping at it playfully. She soothed the abused flesh with her tongue delighting in his soft groan and grasping hands.
 
He let his hands glide down her back until they were resting on her waist. She could feel his hardened length against her thigh and the sensation had her body humming with need. "Ki, please..."
 
Ki's hand slipped down to grasp her thigh lifting it over his hips. His aching shaft slid along her slit teasing them both with the promise of things to come. “Please what,” he rasped against her ear as he continued to torture her with his slow careful ministrations.
 
"Fuck me," she hissed, her need pounding in her veins as his hot breath whispered over her neck.
 
“Well get to that,” he assured her kissing the soft under side of her jaw. His lips curled into a smile against her skin as she whimpered. Rolling his hips he growled low in his throat as her nails came into play scratching at his back.
 
He continued his journey down her body, stopping to lavish the hard pebble of her nipple with his tongue. She felt the shiver glance across her flesh as his hot breath whispered against the turgid peak. She arched against him when his lips closed around it. One hand dipped to the juncture of her thighs, parting her folds and dipping inside.
 
Involuntarily her hips arched up to drive his fingers deeper into her. She gave an unintelligible cry as his thumb came up to trace circles around the tiny bundle of nerves hidden at the top of her cleft. Redoubling her efforts she pushed down against his invading digits clinging to him. The air left her lungs in panting breaths and mewling cries.
 
It took every ounce of willpower the man possessed to continue. The feel of her body rubbing against him had his own need surging to the forefront. The passion he felt for her exceeded any he had ever experienced before. The sensation of her slick grasping channel on his fingers made him groan in anticipation.
 
Looking down on the young woman writhing in his arms he couldn't stop the swell of masculine pride he felt. She had taken great pains to keep all the guys at arms length. So to see her this wild, this uninhibited was his undoing. Knowing that it was him, and him alone, that had brought her to this state made him feel fiercely possessive of her.
 
Withdrawing his fingers he smothered the urge to grin at her whimpered distress. Rolling them he placed the tip of his throbbing shaft at her opening. Bracing his weight on his hands he stared down at her. His darkly intense gaze boring into her blue green eyes. “Do you want me?” he asked in his deep rumbling voice.
 
“Wh-what,” she stuttered unable to think clearly, trying to force him deeper into her. She cried out in frustration as he withdrew and repeated the question. “Yes Ki, yes,” she hissed inhaling sharply as he sank a little farther into her body.
 
Framing her face with his hands he forced her to continue meeting his gaze. “Do you need me?” he growled holding himself perfectly still above her.
 
Sara finally caught on to what was happening. He felt just as exposed as she did and needed the reassurance that this wasn't just some one time thing. She gently wrapped her fingers around his wrist. “Always,” she replied, sighing in pleasure as he withdrew before burying half of his length within her welcoming body.
 
Ki knew that he was torturing them both with this game but he had to know. He had to be the only one in her world that could make her feel this way. “Am I the only one?” he rasped, his voice raising goose bumps along her skin.
 
“Yes! Oh god yes,” she cried her eyes slipping shut as he slammed his full length into her. 
 
The pressure that had been building in her since his first touch tore through her. Not caring who might hear she screamed his name into the night. Ki smothered a scream of his own, fighting his own burgeoning release. He slowed the pace, wanting to enjoy the feeling of being buried inside her as long as possible. 
 
She opened her eyes as the wave receded to see his dark eyes glinting in the darkness . The lust she had seen before had been replaced by an emotion she wasn’t sure she was ready for. It didn’t matter, it was too late to back out now. Sighing she closed her eyes and surrendered herself to all that he was offering.
 
Leaning down he captured her lips in a kiss that tried to convey all his pent up emotions. One hand slipped around to the small of her back lifting her hips to meet his driving rhythm. He swallowed every sound she emitted like a dying man savored every drop of water.
 
He trailed kisses over every exposed inch of skin he could reach. His teeth came into play marking her for all the world to see. He'd be damned if he lost her now that he had gotten her. He growled deep in his throat as the muscles surrounding his driving length clenched.
 
It was too much for him to bear, her name became a chant on his lips as his seed coated the silken walls, mingling with her flowing release. The words were on the tip of his tongue but he was afraid if they spilled from his lips she would bolt.
 
Sara held Ki close, savoring the weight of his body pressing hers into the mattress. Her hands roved over his broad shoulders down his back. Slowly easing them both back to earth and their own bodies. Ki rolled to the side slipping from her velvety depths mourning that loss only slightly as he drew her against him. He wasn't sure what tomorrow would bring. But right here, right now he had all he could ever want.
 
Chapter 8 
 
The morning light crept through the crack in the curtains. Davey propped himself up on one elbow and watched her. She stood in front of the mirror pinning her long red curls on top of her head. He watched as the pink t-shirt emblazoned in black with the phrase “Got Pencils?” rode up exposing the perfect globes of her ass. He felt himself harden instantly. He stood, one hand on the button at his waist, the other reaching for her.
 
She saw him moving across the small space that separated them and smiled, letting her hair fall back around her shoulders in a swirl of flame. 
 
Now behind her, he let his jeans fall to his ankles as he fisted one hand in her silken tresses. Yanking her head back he laved his tongue along the expanse of her exposed throat. “Fuck me Davey,” she breathed throatily.
 
He needed no second invitation as his aching length slid into her throbbing center. “You make me fucking crazy,” he growled softly into her ear.
 
Tara braced her hands against the mirror as he drove into her again and again, punishing her body with his. Their eyes met in the reflection of the mirror and both knew in an instant that this would not be the last time their bodies would be joined this way. Strangely for Tara, she was okay with that.
 
Sara picked up the phone and dialed, waiting impatiently for Tara to answer. “What?” came the soft voice.
 
“Breakfast.” Sara said making the single word sound as much a question as a command. 
 
“Yeah, give us a few.” Tara returned.
 
Sara stood on the threshold and waited for the door to open. She was only mildly surprised when the door opened and Tara appeared her hand entwined with Davey’s. 
 
The raven haired woman's gaze dropped pointedly to the joined hands, eyes going back up to meet her friend's turquoise orbs. A single dark brow rose in question as she folded her arms under her chest.
 
Tara studied her friend. On the surface everything seemed to be the same yet she couldn't shake the feeling there was something off. Then she spotted it, barely visible peeking out from under the collar of her shirt. Reaching out with her free hand she pulled the fabric aside exposing a wicked looking hickey. Letting the shirt snap back into place she held up a single finger. “Not a word!”
 
Sara shrugged a wicked smile curling the corners of her mouth. She linked arms with her tag team partner as the couple stepped from the room. Her free hand tangled with Ki's as the foursome made their way across the street.
 
Half way to the diner Tara turned to her friend. “So you gonna be nice?”
 
The older girl gave the redhead a pointed look. “Am I ever nice?”
 
Both men wisely kept silent even though the urge to laugh was overwhelming. After all one never knew when the duo was going to stab a person.
 
Annabelle looked up as the door opened, her eyes darting from one member of the group to the next. Glancing over at the cook she smiled, "Hope they are in a better mood today." 
 
“Honey, if they're not then those boys ain't doing it right,” the grizzled old man told the waitress as he assessed the happy looking couples.
 
She laughed heartily before going over to serve the foursome that had taken a booth by the window.
 

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