Sharp dressed man


This is a quick and just for fun few things I wanted to write about since I heard the song. Its angst free and a little naughty, so be warned. Hope you like!


Every girl is crazy about a sharp dressed man…or so the lyrics say.

Intro:

Miles Siggins, stylist to the stars, came down with the nastiest cold ever after a brief vacation is Gstaad. The swiss air had been merciless on the tourists and had left Miles in bed for days.

Outside the chalet the wind was blowing hard as Miles picked up the phone.

”Marlena?”, he asked into the receiver, barely able to say her name.

”Miles?”, she asked puzzled. “What’s up with you?”

”I’m sick darling”, he explained as he blew his nose.

Marlena laughed on the other end and was tempted to make a joke but knew her boss was in no mood to listen to whatever dumb remark she was about to make.

Dismissing the thought she paused as she heard him fumbling with the phone.

“Miles?” she asked once again.

“I’m here…” he said as he discarded yet another tissue.

“Do you need anything from me?” she asked as from behind her desk she saw her friend Lucy walk in.

“As a matter of fact, I do…” he replied. “I’m gonna be stuck here for a while, and I need you to help me out”

“Sure, tell me what you need”

“I won’t make it back to LA until next friday…if I survive” he said, adding the usual dramatism he was fond of. “You will need to help me with David and a few other things…” he managed to utter as another violent sneeze shook his body.

David, aka David Cook, was his newest protégé and being the newest American Idol, had a huge amount of events and photo shoots lined up in front of him for the next two weeks.

“Leave everything else to Baptiste and deal with him for me, ok?” he asked.

Marlena smiled and looked up at Lucy, her best friend, with a devilish grin on her face.

“Absolutely” she managed to say in the most professional fashion.

“You are a doll” he said and blew his nose again. “You have my complete schedule, so you know what you need to do…be his shadow” he commanded.

“Feel better soon” she told over before he groaned and hanged up the phone.

From where she was, Marlena cocked an eyebrow and smiled. Lucy looked at her puzzled and asked, “What is it?”

“Miles is stuck in Switzerland…” she anticipated as she took a sip from her latte. “I’m David Cook´s personal stylist for the next two weeks”.

Winking at her friend she reached out for her blackberry and dialed IDOL.

It was gonna be fun...

first? this sounds amazing. quite interesting, i must say.
i'd die to be dc's personal assistant any day. hahaha

Nice start, I can't wait for more!

*tapping fingers anxiously on desk* more, more more, please!

^agree! lmao

Great start! I can't wait for more!



Girl, I feel you on that

like seriously. the things i'd do to him. HAHAHA
everyday.

NAH. I'M JUST KIDDING.

i'm not that r-rated. But still! any girl with hormones would practically claw each others' eyes out for a chance to just stand next to him. haha

1-The shirt

Marlena walked into the room, pushing a long rack of neatly aligned hangers with clothes. In all the years she had been working with Miles, M for her, she had met many celebrities and very important people but there was always a-new-guy-in-town, and at the moment, David Cook was the new hot commodity. Winning American Idol had propelled him to instant stardom but it was the edgier look that made him absolutely irresistible.

Truth be told, the guy was HOT and she couldn't wait to get her hands on him. LITERALLY.

Surveying the room she checked that the schedule was on the table and the endless lines of clothes were neatly arranged. During her time around Miles she had become as picky as he was and was very thorough when it came down to work.

"Thorough" she thought and chuckled. "Thorough all right..." she whispered as she heard a knock on the door.

Turning, pincushion in hand she saw David standing at the door. He had dark shades on and was wearing a faded black shirt and jeans. For all that was worth, she would have left him the way he was. He looked amazingly sexy with the whole ensemble but knew there was work to do. Switching her lust off, she smiled and walked over to him.

"David!" she said in her sweetest voice.

Like it was customary for them in the business, they shared a polite half hug.

"Nice to see you" she added.

"Got your message,” he said as he showed her his phone.

"So I guess that's what brought you here...." she trailed off. "Damn.... and I was already getting excited because I thought my telepathic power had worked on you!" she added with a generous dose of sarcasm.

"Not yet" he responded as he found the nearest couch and sat down.

He felt exhausted and the idea of trying endless amounts of clothing bugged him slightly.

"Soon...." he trailed off and smiled.

Gorgeous.

He was gorgeous.

"Not very excited about this, are we?" she guessed as she moved over to the table.

"What gave me away?" he said as he revealed his eyes to her.

"You are sitting down!" she exclaimed. "You should be here with me...going over all this....,” she added.

"How about I stay here and you show me?" he proposed giving her the sweetest look she had ever seen.

The bastard knew exactly how to play his cards and she hated him for being so charming.

"Meet half way with me?..." she asked pointing at the other side of the room where there was another armchair.

Getting up, he moved across the room allowing her a great view of his ass.

"Damn you David Cook for being so sexy" she thought and bit her lip.

Sitting next to him, she leafed through the pages of the schedule.

"We really liked the tux shirt at the finale" she started to say.

"Miles did?" he asked.

"No, us women did...." she answered casually as he laughed.

"So we came up with a few similar things that you might like" she continued to say.

"Ok" he said as he nodded like a good boy.

Standing up she brought one rack closer to where they were and randomly selected a couple.

"Try them on for me?" she said, instantaneously regretting the phrasing she had used.

David seemed to blush all sorts of pink and getting up took the hangers from her hands.

"Of course..." he said and made his way to the changing room.

Leaving the curtain drawn, he stripped from the tee and slowly, almost lazily, got into a black shirt.

If it would have been someone else, Marlena would have looked the other way but they both seemed comfortable with things being like that.

As he started to button it up, Marlena moved closer and almost mechanically started to help him. Her hands moved up, from the very last button towards the top as she sensed his eyes on her.

“Looks good?” he asked.

“Sexy” she responded.

“Sexy?”

“You don’t like sexy?” she asked.

“Sexy is good…” he said.

“Sexy is you…” she finished as he turned to examine himself on the mirror.

She was spot on. The shirt looked nothing but sexy. It was slightly fitted and had some black on black embroidery.

“Jeans?” he asked, letting the question linger in the air.

“Lets do shirts now” she said, “we’ll get in your pants later” she finished saying half joking.

David laughed again. He laughed that contagiously, intoxicating laughter of his that made her shiver.

The process with the next shirt was similar only that time he left it unbuttoned and, spreading his arms away from his body, motioned for her to take care of it.

“Help me?” he asked a little coyly.

“My pleasure” she added and moved in to button it up.

Her fingers gently brushed against the skin of his chest and they both shared a short, brief glance.

The second shirt looked as gorgeous as the first one making Marlena just stare at him.

“Like?” he asked.

“Love” she responded as they entered the game of one-word innuendos.

“Love the shirt? Or love me?” he teased.

“Both” she allowed herself to say and thought of how Miles would get onto her for flirting.

“Both shirts” she added trying to back away from the game.

“You said you loved me!” he said playfully.

Marlena paused and thought about what she was going to say.

“I do,” she added trying to busy her with another garment as he started to strip from the shirt.

“Wanna help me?” he asked in a low voice, sounding tempting and exciting.

Marlena hesitated but couldn’t resist when she glanced at him.

Knowing well what she was getting in, she stepped into the tiny changing room and started to unbutton his shirt as he slowly drew the curtain, leaving her inside with him.

For a moment, she stopped what she as doing and looked up at him. His eyes were dark; a perfect match to hers.

As she fumbled with the last button, he caught her hand in his and before she could react, kissed her.

...there are no words...just....*thud*

WOO HOO! She's going to see him in his undies - lucky girl!

oooh!!! ow OW!!!!! love it!! its great like.. perfect.. more!

Haha, so true! That Cookie is just so irresistable

Oh lord...I'm thinkin I'm gonna need an update of this...REAL soon, lol.

-cue major gasp-

HO WOW!
that was sudden, sudden and SUDDEN!

UPDATES! NEED.AN.UPDATE.BADLY!

UPDATE COMING SOON PROMISE!!!

Thanks to all of you!

Doll

Yay! Can't wait!

2-The Boots

As sudden as the kiss started it ended, leaving both of them standing face to face in utter silence.

“Bastard” she thought to herself as she realized that he had intended the kiss to be short, to leave her wanting more.

Using the panel behind her, she rested her back against it and watched the way her hands lingered on the fabric, holding it tightly as he waited. He had taken the first step and she knew it was her turn to respond.

David’s eyes still looked dark and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from them, even when she heard footsteps on the outside.

“Bap, is that you” she asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

David opened his eyes wide when he heard her call out to her assistant, not understanding why she would want to get his attention when they were both in a very compromising situation.

“Oui” said Baptiste as he busied himself with some other garments, finding the fact that she was inside the dressing room with David as normal as anything else.

“I’ll be with you in a second” she said suddenly feeling the surge of power, as David grew noticibly uncomfortable.

Slowly, and very quietly, she leaned closer and kissed the side of David’s neck, feeling him inhale sharply at the sensations.

Winking at him, she let go off his shirt and, smoothing down her own clothes, stepped out.

“I’m not sure about turquoise” she said, in the most business-like fashion. “I don’t like it that much, doesn’t do anything for the complexion”

Still puzzled and a taken by surprise, David buttoned up his shirt before drawing the curtain and stepping out. He could feel the heat on his cheeks rising and wished his face wouldn’t give away any of his thoughts.

“Oh…sorry” she said as she moved out of the way and, standing halfway between both men said, “David Cook, this is Baptiste…Baptiste, this is David Cook”

David smiled when he heard her elongate the “i” and stress the “e” with the best French accent.

“Nice to meet you” both men said as they shook hands.

“Ok…” she started to say quickly switching back to business. “Do we have the boots?”

Baptiste moved across the room and brought back with him a few boxes. A neat Polaroid was stuck to the outside of each one of them, as a preview of the contents.

“Miles wanted him to see the red ones” added Bapt and he re-arranged the boxes in two separate stacks.

“Mr Cook” she said, turning towards David and offering him an accomplice smile.

“Want to do the honors?”

David smiled and nodded as he tried to dismiss the itching he felt on his skin, as if her hands had burnt the tiny patches she touched.

“I have to go pick a few things up” commented Baptiste as he started to make his way towards the door. “Be back in a couple of hours”

Alone once again, the silence grew bigger as David opened up the boxes, quickly dismissing some of the boots offered.

“Like this one?” he asked showing her a single black and green boot.

Marlena frowned and thought about her answer for a moment. The combination wasn’t bad but she wasn’t sure whether it was going to work for him.

“Im not so sure…” she started to say as he took both items into the dressing room. Sitting on the stool, he kicked off his boots and started to try them on.

“I’m stuck” he said and smiled shyly. “Help me?”

Moving towards him, Marlena laughed as she pointed at his socks. “Red socks?” she asked teasing him as she knelt at his feet.

But the words didn’t register with him and as soon as she was withing reaching distance he grabbed her by the arms and pulled her onto his lap.

Supressing a squeal, Marlena found herself sitting on his lap, feeling his hands secured around his waist.

“You don’t like red?” he asked as if just to say something as his eyes roamed hungrily over her face.

Reaching out, she drew the curtain around them and wiggled slightly on his lap.
David groaned in the back of his throat when her movements sent jolts of electricity to all the right areas in his body.

“Damn woman” he uttered in the huskier voice possible. “You are going to kill me if you keep doing that”

“Like?” she asked teasingly.

“Too much” he confessed and brought her down to kiss her again.

This time the exchange was more passionate as if the mounting tension had cleansed all conscious thoughts from their minds. Tugging at her clothes, David exposed one of her shoulders and grazed his beard against it sending shivers down her spine. His hands pulled her down even closer as she grinded her hips against him.

“Fuck…” he uttered against her skin as she caught his earlobe with her teeth right before sucking on it slightly.

“Naughty…” she replied as her own need mounted deep within.

“Yes you are…” he whispered as he reached for the buttons of her shirt.

Outside, the beeping of her blackberry caught their attention and she cursed under her breath.

David’s hands seemed to stop all movement but continued to grip at the soft fabric as she steadied herself and listened.

“Miles…” she trailed off as she seeked his eyes with hers.

“I hate him right now…” he trailed off as he inwillingly let go off her.

Marlena laughed and kissed the side of his neck before getting up and rushing to answer.

“Even if it kills me in the process, we are going to finish this…” he threatened as he slumped against the wall of the changing room.

“I’ll take your word” she teased with flushed cheeks as she took the call.

“M?” she asked into the little device.

Phwoar! Can't wait for the next installment!

Wow. This is great. Update soon please!! =)

Very nice! I can't wait for more!

*groans* Wow...amazing. And yeah...at my internship and I need a cold shower now. Man I wish I was Marlena...

Thanks guys!

cannot possibly wait for more!!!!!!

Love it!
You better not keep us waitin for too long

Hahaha! I love it! I love when fics depict him as a naughty guy because it's completely opposite of what he appears to be. It's very interesting to imagine him as one who is completely mysterious and sexy.

Doll, you're the greatest!! Can't wait for an update.

3-Intermission

Marlena walked away from the table, blackberry in hand as she listened to Miles on the other side. Staring out the window she took mental notes of every single thing he mentioned as David watched her from the side of the table. The light streaming in contrasted against her shirt, revealing the outline of her breasts under the silk, making his pants become very uncomfortable.

Without her noticing, he walked to the door and gently shut it. Marlena listened intently to her boss, oblivious to his proximity. Gently, he eased his hands around her waist, startling her. She almost dropped the phone and suppressed a squeel as he pressed himself to her back, allowing her to feel the complete length of his body.

His hands moved over her taut stomach, feeling her tighten her muscles as his hands started to explore her over the fabric.

The scent of her perfume was intoxicating and he quickly found his way to the side of her neck. Pushing her hair to the side, he allowed his chin to brush over the most sensitive spot as she reluctantly started to give in to his caresses.

The warmth of the sunlight paled in comparison to the heat his touch ignited on her skin, making her get lost in him.

“Marlena, are you there?” said Miles on the other side of the line, bringing her back to reality.

“Yes” she managed to say as his touch became more intense.

Through the layers of clothing she could feel his erection pressing onto her ass and she almost lost all control when his hands moved up to brush gently over her breasts.

“Yes” she almost moaned into the phone as the interaction between both of them started to escalate.

She wanted to move away but knew she couldn’t. Her thoughts became clouded and she struggled to focus on Miles’ voice on the other side.

Marlena didn’t know exactly when it was that Miles said good bye. All she could remember afterwards was the way she had dropped the phone and fallen into his arms.

Pinning her against the window, he started to stroke the sides of her hips as his eyes found hers.

“Want me to stop?…” he asked teasingly when he found her hesitating.

David knew he was pushing things a little far. The door was shut but unlocked and at any moment anyone could walk in on them. The thrill became maddening as he realized they were by the window and he smiled as he heard a faint moan escape her lips.

Fully aware of his presence and still trying to hold on to reality she shook her head no and allowed her hands to rest on his shoulders, holding on to them.

“No…” she whispered. “Don’t want you stop…”

David smiled as he moved in to kiss her neck again as his hands gently pulled at the sides of her black skirt. His mouth opened up over the flesh as the licked her skin, his tongue making little patterns over it that quickly sent her down a spiral of ecstacy.

From where they were, footsteps could be heard as the people in the office walked back and forth by the door. She knew that anyone could walk in at any moment and the thought made her stiffen for a moment as the idea shaped up in her mind.

Noticing, David moved away, enough to be able to look into her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“The door…” she said as her eyes drifted off to the entrance of the room. “Anyone can come it…”

“I thought you liked that…” he trailed off as he grinded his hips against hers.

Marlena gasped at the sensations and was lost for a minute before she forced herself to focus.

“I do…” she moaned as his grip tightened on her waist. “I do…but we are going to be in hell if we get busted…”

David smiled and recognized both her excitement and concern at the idea. Neither of them could afford getting busted while fucking against the window of her office.

“Touche…” he responded still without moving.

“Want to take this somewhere more private?” she offered as her breathing became shallow.

“Where do you suggest?” he asked as he moved in to graze his teeth over the delicate skin of her earlobe.

“Anywhere but here…” she said moaning as her head fell back allowing him more and better access.

“I have an appointment in an hour…” he breathed into the crook of her neck as his lips and nose traveled down the side, to the shoulder.

Marlena fell silent, half disappointed and half lost in the daze he had pulled her into.

Noticing the lack of response, he pulled away and looked into her eyes.

“Want to come with me?” he offered opening up a door to a series of possibilities that made her smile.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

Oh my gosh!!! More more more!!! Must have more!

Yay! Where ARE they going?!

4-Sound Check

The stage looked busy all around as Marlena stood at the side watching David tune in his guitar. His Les Paul stood neatly on its stand, next to a couple more of what seemed brand new acoustics among the cords and cables that littered the floor.

The venue was almost dark, with just a few spotlights strategically targeted at the instruments. From where she was standing, Marlena could see the stage manager speaking into a walkie-takie as he moved from one end to the other, his expert eyes surveying the place from top to bottom and side to side.

They had been there for over an hour, but to her it felt like an eternity. The ride over to the stadium was uneventful, except for a few passionate kisses exchanged in the car when the traffic lights allowed him to stop.

His hands had searched the side of her leg a few times as they sat next to each other, blocking the world around them as their minds focused on just one thing.

Leaning against one of the very black walls, Marlena half hid behind the side curtain and watched him set his guitar down. Bridging the distance that separated them took forever, as he seemed to hurry towards her. A few words were exchanged with the stage manager and then he was all hers.

Taking her by the hand in what seemed a possessive thing to do, he led her down a narrow hallway, through the side door and into the alley.

As the door shut behind their backs, David looked both ways, checking there was noone outside.

“We are alone…” he said as his body moved closer to hers.

“Finally” she was able to say before his mouth descended on hers, stifling a moan that threatened to escape her lips.

Behind her back and through the fabric of her clothes she felt the cool brick wall as his body pinned her against it. His tongue battled with hers as his breathing intensified with each second of passionate exchange.

Breaking the kiss, he started to move down her neck once again as he asked, “Do you need to go back to work?”

Marlena had blocked all coherent thought from her mind but was quickly brought back to reality with his sudden question.

Struggling to remember whether or not they had made any progress in selecting his clothes for the next few presentations, she felt his hands tugging at her shirt. Pulling it out from her skirt, he eased one of his cold hands over the skin of her back, tracing its lines blindly with the tip of his fingers.

“I think we needed to get some accessories for you…” she said as she tried to concentrate on what Miles had told her earlier.

Half the conversation was forgotten and she tried really hard to remember.

“Accessories?” he asked as his mouth found the soft patch of skin between her neck and her shoulder.

“Yes…” she moaned into the emptiness of the alley. “Accessories”

“Where do we go for those?” he asked as his slightly bent knee made its way between her legs, gently separating them for better access.

Marlena’s mind went blank when his hand moved to the front of her torso as he caressed the underside of her breast. She knew where they had to go but it wasn’t the same place they needed to go to.

Feeling her hands roam over the faded tee that covered him up, she reached for his hair and gently tugged at it as if trying to detach him from her.

“Miles will kill me if we don’t get you set up for your photo shoots…” she said as her eyes seeked his.

“Dead you wouldn’t do me any good…” he said as he caressed the side of her face. “Should we go see about the accessories?”

Marlena nodded, hating herself for stopping him once again. She wanted him. She wanted to have him and work kept getting in the way.

Disentangling from each other, they managed to straighten up and walk hand in hand to his car.

“I’ll get one tie and a hankerchief and we are out of that place” he said as he turned on the car.

“Promise” she said as his hand moved out ot caress the side of her face, moving down Marlena’s neck and dangerously to the exposed cleavage.

“Deal” he added and drove off.

woow! more plz xxx

moe more more ;]

Hooray! More! More!

WOW!!! More more more!! Soon!!!!!!

TEASE. TEASE. TEASE.

Hahaha. Bad, naughty David. Woohoo!

Please, write more soon!

YYYYEEEESSS!!!!!

is it wrong if i bump myself????? update soon

Haha! Not at all!

5-Accessories

Marlena directed David around town as they finally made their way towards the store. Pulling into a tiny parking lot, she instructed him to stop next to what looked like a black-painted glass door with no markings on it but the outline of a guitar.

“Here?” he asked as the car came to a full stop.

“Yeah” she responded as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “It’s here…”

David stepped out of the car and walking around to the closed door examined the building. There was nothing that made the place look like a store. There were no signs, no markings or names painted anywhere.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Absolutely” she answered categorically as she knocked on the door.

A minute went by and then the door swung open revealing a middle-aged woman wearing skinny jeans and a black tee.

“Trish!” said Marlena as they exchanged a hug. “Nice to see you…”

“Baby girl! It’s been so long…come on in,” she said as she held the door open for them to walk inside.

“How’s Marion?” asked the lady as she let the door shut behind them. “I haven’t seen you in forever…”

Noticing David, she did a double take of him and smiled. Her hair was pitch black, slightly wavy at the edges as it cascaded down to her shoulders. She had several tattoos adorning her pale skin, peeking from under the fabric of her shirt as she gestured with her hands, accompanying her words.

“Trish, this is David…David Cook,…” said Marlena, quickly introducing him.

“Nice to meet you David…” said Trish as she offered him a warm handshake and a smile.

“Is Dee here?” asked Marlena as she took a few steps further into the, what looked like, the main room.

Following both women David looked around the dimly lit foyer that led to a bigger room that was in shadows, and behind black curtains.

“Yeah…he is in the back, messing with his guitars” she explained as she rolled her eyes and laughed. “I’ll go get him”

And with that, she disappeared down a long hallway, leaving Marlena and David alone.

“I take it you know each other” he guessed as he took a few steps closer to where Marlena was standing.

“They are good family friends” explained Marlena as she reached a wall and blindly touched the surface of the wall as if looking for something.

Finding what she was looking for and after a brief glance over at David said “ready?” and with that switched on the lights.

The sudden blast of light blinded them for a moment. David tried to adjust to the unexpected brightness and as he started to focus found himself completely amazed.

The room was littered with display cases of what seemed one of the biggest collections of rock n’ roll memorabilia possible. Picks, sticks, scarves, broken guitars, immaculate guitars, harmonicas, music sheets, vinyls and pictures.

Breathless, David stood at the entrance of the room as if he didn’t feel worthy to enter, what looked like, a shrine.

“What?” he trailed off as Marlena laughed at the sudden look on his face.

Reaching for his hand, she pulled him inside and watched him stand in the middle of the room, on the carpeted floor.

“Where are we?” he managed to say as he looked around, amazed at the history that lay a few inches away inside display boxes.

“Dee is a good friend of my dad…they have known each other since the seventies in New York…” she explained casually and obviously not impressed at the collection that surrounded them. “Dee is a luthier, has made guitars for my dad…and for several other guys in the business…”

“You are kidding me!” he said, moving closer to one of the glass boxes that protected what looked like a black leather glove.

“Ramones…” she added and moved to the very end of the room. “You have some Aerosmith over here and others scattered all around.

Visibly impressed, David moved slowly from case to case, marveled at the fabulous collection. He tried to phrase a few questions but was obviously out of words, because neither seemed to evolve from a soft utter.

“Trish, on the other end, makes clothes and other things…” she explained as she pushed open a door. “That’s why we are here…”

Finally, out of the darkness of the hallway came out a thin, tall man with short hair and dressed completely in black.

Reaching out, he shook David’s hand and smiled.

“Hey David” he said.

“Dee, nice meeting you” offered David. “You have an impressive collection…”

“Thank you” responded Dee as he moved over to Marlena. “Lee…” he trailed off as he hugged her tightly. “It’s so good to see you!”

“Dad says hi” said Marlena as Dee lifted her feet off the floor with his big embrace.

“Tell him he has to get his ass down here…” added Dee as he took a step back and looked at her. “We are more exciting than France, right?”

“He likes it there” she explained, leaning against the threshold of the door that connected the main display room to Trish’s workroom.

“Tell him to come” emphasized Dee as he rested his hand on her shoulder. “Tell him I’ll even give him a new guitar if he gets his ass over here…”

Marlena laughed as Dee turned to look at David and then back at her.

“Boyfriend?” he asked arching one of his eyebrows.

Marlena laughed again and shook her head no.

“We are here on business” she explained. “We came over to see some of Trish’s things…David is a client of mine”

“Musician?” asked Dee, turning to address David.

“You could say so…” responded David rather humbly.

“Guitar?”

“Guitar…left handed”

“I have a good collection, if you want to come by some other time and check it out…” offered Dee.

“That would be great, thanks” said David as he shook Dee’s hand again.

“Ok, I’ll leave you to do what you came here to do…” he finished saying and left.

“Wanna see?” asked Marlena as she moved into the next room.

David followed her in. The work-room had several levels of racks, with all sorts of clothes on hangers. There were tees and scarves, belts and bracelets, ties, socks, suspenders, bandanas, keychains, even rings and necklaces.

“Wow” he said as he allowed one of his hands to move over the clothes. “Nice stuff…”

Moving over to the very corner, he started to go through the things, settling where the ties were.

“Like this one?” he asked as he took one from the hook.

Marlena laughed.

“Bright enough for you?” she asked mocking him.

“What’s wrong with it?” he asked.

“it’s like your pink tie…so 1980’s” she added and laughed again.

“What’s wrong with my pink tie?”

“Start with the color and ends with the tie itself…” she replied and continued to look at the scarves.

“’Im crushed” he said jokingly as he brought both hands to his chest as if it were hurting.

“Crushed maybe…but you’ll look good without it…” she said.

Moving closer, he looked at the scarves she was inspecting.

“I don’t like that one” he offered as one of his hands came up to rest on the side of her waist.

“Too Steven Tyler?” she asked glancing over her shoulder at him.

“Too Poison” he responded making her laugh.

“Should we go more punk?” she asked as he moved on to the next. “Or more Axl?”

David laughed at their exchange as he allowed his fingers to absently stroke the side of her torso. Her proximity brought back memories of the latest events and he found himself staring at her, as Marlena expertly surveyed the items one by one.

The contact with her warm body made his skin start to itch with desire as he lost himself in the sound of her voice.

“This one?” she asked, bringing him back to the reality at hand.

“Too emo…” he said making her laugh.

“So you don’t do emo?” she asked as she took it from the hanger and draped it over his shoulder.

David laughed, took the scarf and wraped it around his neck.

“Like?” he asked batting his eyelashes to her.

Taking the edges of the scarf, she pulled him closer and kissed him.

“Like a lot” she mouthed against his lips as his hands came up to hold her closer.

awie cute ;] thanks for update

Ohhh it's gonna get steamy. Update again soon.

I'll be gone all weekend so I hope to get some more reading in before I leave... if not, oh well -- the more for me to read Sunday night!

Dang...more please! And soon

Oooh! I like!! Update update update please!!! It's great!!! =)

Yaaaaaaaaaay! More! I love this story! Are those two EVER going to get time alone to do the deed?!

oh yeah!

YEAH! Those two words just made my night!

Im working...

*Waits patiently* Do be do, la la laaaaaaaa, I'll just sing to myself until the next installment comes!

I wanted to post the whole thing tonite but dont think Ill be able to...so I give you half now and the rest tomorrow...please dont kill me

6-Scarves (part 1)

Shutting the door behind his back, David buckled up and started the car. Marlena sat at his side with the two bags of purchases.

"This place is insane" he commented as he pulled out of the parking lot and into the traffic.

"It's a well kept secret...invite-only kinda place?? she explained.

As if it were customary, David's hand moved to hold hers as she continued to talk.

"They moved from New York a few years ago...Dee's health isn't all that well" she said. "And Trish started to do replicas of vintage clothes and jewelry and everything just took off from there"

"How come Miles never brought me here?" David asked getting on the freeway.

"Miles doesn't know of this place and he wants you to go a little bit more
mainstream" she started to say. "he wants a little bit of the clean-cut-look for you and..."

"And you disagree?" he asked as her words seemed to hint at something.

"Don't get me wrong...I love the tux shirt on you...but I see more of the rocker type stuff"

"Edgier maybe?" he proposed as he looked at the review mirror.

"You can pull off several looks, but personally, I think you should go with that one that just feels like a second skin?the one with which you are comfortable," she explained becoming all business-woman all over again.

"Does that include scarves?" he asked.

"Scarves are good...they look good on you...but I wouldn't go Stevie Nicks, know what I mean?"

David laughed.

"So you are not a fan of scarves?" he reiterated.

"I am a fan...why?" she asked.

"No reason" he responded casually as he exited the freeway and drove down into a beautiful residential neighborhood. The houses lined neatly at the sides of the road as he drove all the way down to the cul-de-sac and parked.

"Let?s go" he said as he opened up the car door.

"Where are we?" she asked looking out the window.

"Home", he answered. "Let's go play, shall we?"



You could do some writing in the meantime

lol

I know, I know! My little girl had to have her jabs today, and she isn't sleeping very well, so I haven't even started yet - I'd rather wait until I can give it my full attention instead of sporadic bursts! I have a plan, though .... You'll see!

Its already half way there...

Ill get to work and so do you!