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Post by Annie on Jun 28, 2005 16:12:09 GMT 3
In a New York Minute By Olivia Please do not reproduce these without Olivia's permission. Olivia and Missy go to the US Open in hopes of meeting Marat Safin and Andy Roddick...they end up having a little trouble along the way...sexual innuendos abound people. Originally posted here and used with the kind permission of Olivia: www.geocities.com/safybella/newyorkminute.html -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter one {a/n}: This is a fic written for me and a friend but I thought I'd put it up so others could enjoy also...besides we need more tennis romance fics on this site if you ask me. This first chap is short but they get longer later...I have many more chapters so its up to you guys if you want to read more...I will put them up so just review me Bitte (please in german!)...this is about me and a friends visit to NY for the us open, and our escapades with Marat Safin and Andy Roddick...they soooo rock...anywho, its light hearted and I'm not really taking the whole plot thing seriously...its just for laughs etc. disclaimer: don't own anything...not even the guys boo hoo...oh well someday maybe...this story is pure fiction...as in false...as in made up...lol...anywho I have explained some things at the end of the chapter to help those who have no idea about some things...hope they help...on with the chapter. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter One: Trip of a Lifetime: >>Goodbye my little dickschilder See you in Boston soon<< >>Cheerio Ollie<< This would be the last time I would instant message Missy Cahill before I set eyes on her for the first time. I shut my laptop as I got ready to board my plane to Boston. Boston was where Missy was. Once she graduated from school she left immediately for the States and didn't look back. She went because that was the thing to do and also guided by a deep feeling of needing to escape; she had been there for two months now. She was expecting a visit from me soon. Actually she expected me to spend the whole summer with her; get a job together, and an apt together. I wanted too so badly but a huge op opened up, at the Walker Art Center and I couldn't ignore it. I so needed the experience if I was gonna get a job in the real world after Grad school and that was just around the corner. The most I could promise her was two short weeks in August when the U.S. Open was happening. So here I was fulfilling my promise. Our plan was to spend two weeks in New York going to matches, shopping, and stalking our fave tennis player Marat Safin. We also hoped for a little A-rod action but we'd be happy as long as Safy baby was there. Safin's career still had not leveled out to his potential but we loved him anyway. He had an inconsistent year in 2002 but finished it with another U.S. Open win proving the nay sayers wrong. Last year he came back to win RG but couldn't defend his title at U.S. Open. We hoped that he could take the Open trophy home this time and be there to watch. Hopefully from more than just the sidelines. As I looked out the plane window I said a happy farewell to the muggy Twin Cities weather, hoping that it wouldn't be as bad in NY. I had a super long layover in LaGuardia. I almost thought now why didn't she just meet me here instead of me going all the way to Boston then coming back. Missy wouldn't hear of it though. She had other plans and it included a road trip in a rental car all the way to NY City. Her idea was that by the time we got to NY City we would be like sistas on the same wavelength or something. I thought it was a good idea too. I just hoped that she liked me in person liked she liked me on the net. I, of course, had nothing to worry about. I finally arrived at my appointed gate looking everywhere for Missy realizing that since her new hair color she had gotten this summer I hadn't seen the updated picture of her. (Red Punk Streaks by the way Lol very hot) Not to worry though, as a huge sign caught my eye that said, 'Ollie Bloomie' on it. I laughed and went over to the person whose head was hiding behind the huge sign. "Are you my little dickschilder?" I say laughing. "Ollie!!" she threw down the sign and grabbed me into a huge bear hug. I held onto my laptop.I just got the puppy and there was no way I was dropping that-it was my baby. Anyway, once we got together there was no shutting us up-we had so much to catch up on. And it was soo much easier in real life than the net. Her car was already packed up and once my stuff was in we headed to NY City. Missy had to rent a car because she was still using city transportation till she could afford her own. Her driving scared me a bit but she just laughed at me when she saw my knuckles turn white as I grabbed the door handle, and held my breath. It was Missy's job to take care of the car issue of the trip, while it was my job to take care of the hotel issue. We both talked about the hotel issue for months before hoping to find the one that Marat would stay in. The web was so awesome. I found out that he usually stayed at the Four Seasons about a mile from the Open grounds. It was well known that Safy liked expensive hotels. I always liked that about him. Anyway last year at the Open he decided to change hotels-evidently he got into a tiff with the concierge about some quality issue and didn't plan on going back. Jesh, I hope all this fame, wealth, and women weren't getting to his head. Probably was-well I'd bring him down a notch or two when I got a hold of him. That was very yummy just thinking about it. "Hello over there...come back to us Ollie we need you where have you gone?" I snap out of my visualization then we finished the hotel debate. Last year Marat picked the Red Lion to stay at...very fitting name for him, anyway that's where we intend our hunting to take place. As we talked about the issue we realized that there was no way that we could afford a room for two weeks in the places he chose but we had other plans that included the seduction of a bellboy. I planned on handling that bit my self as I was much more experienced in that area (yeah, right) besides the hotel issue was mine. Before we hit the hotel Missy turned to me, "Did you bring 'The Outfit'?" "Yes, I sure did but it makes me look like a prostitute in it." "What matters is that it works and it will of course. The man you chose to seduce will have no idea what hit him...besides your breasts that is." She laughs. "Thanks for the vote of confidence." I say sarcastically. I so wish for all the gold in the world that I could've captured the evil grins on our faces at that moment. We were oozing power beyond our control and loving every minute of it. Clarifications: Safy=our nickname for Safin. A-rod=nickname for Andy Roddick. Dickshilder=Missy's unfortunate nickname. Ollie=Olivia's (me) nickname.
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Post by Annie on Jun 28, 2005 16:12:47 GMT 3
Chapter 2 {a/n}:well here is chapter two just for you guys...i am really cheeky in this chapter (and get worse later) and not usually like that...so don't take it literal...it's a story folks...ohhh and one of the boys makes his first appearance...you'll have to read to find out...>wink< . . . Also, this first chapters suck pretty bad but they get some what better. . .trust me. . . or not its up to you. . .as always R&R. . . danke!!!
disclaimer: don't own anything.. .I have again explained some things at the end of the chapter to help those who have no idea about some things...hope they help...on with the chapter
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Chapter Two: First Encounter
I had a shirt and skirt over 'The Outfit' as we walked into the Red Lion Hotel. We sat down in the lobby looking around till I picked out the perfect guy. It was quicker that I imagined. I watched as the concierge rang for our 'boy-to-be' to carry up the luggage for an elderly but very rich couple. I signaled Missy that he was it and we followed them into the elevator. Missy was trying to hold in her laughter at my choice-he was a scrawny guy who was very reminiscent of one Richard Gasquet, but just a bit cuter, though he was still puny enough to control. No way would I pick a guy I wasn't as least a bit attracted to.
"I bet you anything he belongs to a Star Wars chat room," I whispered to Missy. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she covered her mouth with her hands. I was giving the bellboy the look of the hunted and that he was the prey, but Missy wasn't making it easy to maintain-I had to be serious for this role and all she made me want to do was laugh. But I had to get those hotel rooms or we were screwed.
The Bellboy gulped and I smiled knowing I had his complete attention as I stroked my thigh. The elderly couple seemed completely oblivious to our seduction of their bellboy, which made it even more amusing.
We all got off the floor together, and Missy and I followed the threesome till we came to the vending machine room where the candy and pop machines were. While the bellboy was busy so were we-Missy helped me strip off my clothes so only 'The Outfit' was showing. She held the rest of my clothes till after the seduction or blackmail had taken place. Whatever you want to call it.
'The Outfit' consisted of a short black skirt with black nylons and heels. The top was a tight-fitting gauzy, see-though peasant blouse with a lacy red bra underneath. The top was loose over the shoulders showing the red bra straps and was low cut to show a bit of cleavage.
"How do I look Miss?," I say as I twirl around.
"Killer babe...you could stop traffic" Missy couldn't stop laughing.
"Just the right affect I was looking for....hand me the lipstick." As we double-check my goods we finally hear the door close to the elderly couple's room and the bellboy coming down the hallway. I so couldn't wait to find out his freakin name..I was sick of calling him the bellboy already.
I went to hide near the opening to the hallway waiting till the right moment of his passing by--nervous as heck. What if it didn't work-No, it would work-mind over matter remember. Now was my time to pounce.I reached around the corner, grabbed the poor boy by the collar, and jerked him into the room with us. I pushed him hard up against the wall pressing my body against him for full effect, having one leg straddling his waist.
Missy as 'good cop' says, "Oh Hun, be gentle with him..we need him later." She smiles into his face.
I stare into his trembling face. Poor boy had no idea who he was up against.
"Yeah, well if he doesn't cooperate like a good boy now, then there won't be any need for him later, now will there," I laugh continuing on with being the 'bad cop.' "What's your name?"
"Br-Bruno." He stuttered. I bent my head forward, hiding it from his view, and tried not to burst out laughing. That was a name that would never fit his owner. . . ever. Missy giggled next to me. "Wh-wh-what do you want?"
I looked him dead in the eyes with as much seriousness as I could muster. "I need a little info and a favor, and in return you get a little action from one of us," Missy gasped at that, for I thrown that in at the last minute, "and the DVD of the new Star Wars movie."
His eyes got large and bright, "The new Star Wars on DVD?. . . but that isn't even out yet, how did you get it?"
I laughed and gave Missy a look like 'I told you so' and she laughed with me at him. He was more interested in the DVD than potential sex with us, just as I thought.
"We have connections.ever heard of Lucas?" I could swear he started drooling.
"What info and favor do you want?" Putty in our hands, he was.
I stroked his collarbone seductively as I say, "First the info.is Marat Safin staying at this hotel?"
"Yeah.yeah, I think so."
I cock my head like a hurt lover, "Positive, Love?"
He seemed surer now, "Yeah, he was causing a big scene about having privacy when he checked in the other day.very touchy about it I guess."
"Good boy", I purr at him, "Now the favor.we need a room for two weeks and we need it at a much cheaper price preferably near his room if you catch my drift. We are willingly to pay you see just not the exorbitant prices. Can you set it up for us?"
"For that movie, anything.you're sure it's not bootleg?"
Missy decided she wanted part of the action and chimed in, "Connections remember?" He nods, and I thought he was gonna pass out from ecstasy.
"Yeah, I'll do it."
But before I could finish the deal, a man walked into the room to the pop machine, and then stopped when he saw us. I froze and turned in unison with Missy. It was our Marat Safin and he was giving us the oddest look. I was so sure we looked like we got our hands caught in the cookie jar. The merriment danced in his eyes, as he looked me up and down. I couldn't believe the man, Missy and I had been fawning over for years, was finally in front of us.and at such an inopportune time too.
"What are you two doing to that poor bellboy?" Marat said as if teasing us.
Missy leaned into whisper to me, "What do we do?"
I had no clue. This was so not how I wanted our first meeting to be like. Oh well, I'd take it back under control real fast. I turned back to Bruno as Marat watched fascinated by my movements.
I whispered seductively in his ear, "Remember what I said.meet us later in the café downstairs to let us know." He nodded and blushed because of Marat's presence. I then for some reason wanted to give Marat a show so I let my leg slowly slide down Bruno's leg knowing I was driving his pubescent body crazy. I then quickly kissed him with a loud smack before I backed up to free him. He hurriedly left the scene with Marat's eyes following him out. His eyes quickly shot back to us though.
I nonchalantly said, "Enjoy the show?".He seemed dumbfounded that I had asked that question. Then as we head out of the room I say, "Just needed to clarify the service they provide here." As we walked out the look on his face was a priceless look of shock but soon turned to laughter as we headed down to the elevator.
I still had my cool all the way to the elevator but Missy lost it once out of the room, grabbing on to me.
"Can you believe what just happened.I think I'm in shock, how the **** did we just happen to be on the same freakin floor as him?...I think the fates are on our side today." Fates? I thought. . . Marat almost messed it all up. Who knew how much he had over heard. That's what worried me and I let Missy know. She however, being the all positive girl we know and love, said that what he heard couldn't lead any investigation against us because we were already done with negotiations when he came in. Once in the elevator I collapsed against the wall. Missy kept talking.
"Do you realize how lucky we were today?" I look at her in wonderment. . . Luck? What Luck? "We got to see Marat on the first day here, and Bruno fell into our laps like sausage in a barrel, so we have rooms near Safin now. . . I call that luck."
"Sausage in a barrel huh?" I die laughing holding my gut as I fall to the floor. . . I so needed that at that moment.
Missy didn't think it was that funny, "I was nervous. . . I couldn't think of anything else okay?" She said indignantly but a smile was starting to spread on her face.
Once I calmed down I said, "What the freak just happened?. . .no wait don't tell me. . .I think I already know." And grab my head wondering how I'm gonna fix this. Lets just hope that Bruno comes through.
Missy meanwhile gave Ollie a look as if to say that she had lost it. Things weren't that bad in her eyes.
Clarifications:
Richard Gasquet= he is a tennis prodigy at age of 16..me and missy had this plan that she would get really good at tennis...get on tour meet ricky (as we call him) and use him to get to Marat...i know really weird and way out there but its fun to think about anyhoo...Btw missy can't stand Richard and thinks he is ugly but she is around his age...and just wanted to use him to get Marat...she came up with the idea not me so ask her lol okay I didn't have to go into that much clarification but I think it makes it funnier to know.
Star wars= I love star wars and am not dissing it in anyway...but I am sooo dissing some of their obsessive fans...lol...okay you guys know I love ya but honestly....>smiley face<
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Post by Annie on Jun 28, 2005 16:13:34 GMT 3
Chapter 3 {a/n}:Here is chapter three. . .we just cant stop running into Marat now that he has been introduced to the story. . .humm, wonder why, could it be perhaps because the fic is about him??? Nah, can't be!! Lol. . .as always R&R. . . I feed my pet dragon with reviews and he is looking mighty scrawny lately. . .all in unison say "Poor Dragon". . .danke!!
disclaimer: don't own anything. . .and for once no clarifications at the end of the chapter. . .bet you all were tired of those anyway. . .lol
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Before the elevator hit ground floor I made sure I had covered 'The Outfit' once again with my regular clothes. Couldn't imagine the looks I'd get if I hadn't. . .this *was* a ritzy hotel after all.
Once the doors opened we headed for the hotel café to await Bruno for word of our hotel rooms. We ordered coffee, tea, and snacks for the long haul that we hoped it would not be. We sat and discussed the event that just happened up on the sixth floor with amazement. I couldn't believe the way I acted.so saucy and in control. . .so not like me, maybe Marat brought that side of me out. . .yeah right!
"You should have seen the way he looked at you when you slid your leg down Bruno's. It was like you set him on fire or something. . .mucho sizzling going on."
"Oh, stop exaggerating Missy. . ."
She interrupted, "I am not!" Then I continued. . .
"Not sure if that idea scares me or excites me." I give her a wary look. She smiles as if to say 'probably a little bit of both'.
After about a half an hour we became afraid he wouldn't show. The match's began tomorrow and we needed a room tonight. We began to panic.
"Ollie, what if he doesn't show?"
"He has too. . .he must. I saw that look in his eyes when I mentioned the DVD. . .we own him."
After an hour he finally came in and with a smile on his face he came to join us. He had the room keys with him-quoted the price to us and then we paid him. He said he'd take care of the rest. . .meaning the staff I guess. He then asked about the DVD but I was prepared to answer him.
"We can't give it to you till the end of the two weeks. . .*tsk tsk*. . .you could run us out early if we did that." He looked dejected yet I think he expected it. What was two weeks when everyone else had to wait a year. He would be patient. What surprised me is he didn't even ask for the other thing we offered. I figured he'd remember it if he didn't get the DVD right away. Well, there was two weeks for him to remember so we better keep our distance from him till the end of our trip.
While Bruno continued to give us hotel info, movement at the door caught my eye. It was Marat again. 'What the hell' I thought. I haven't gotten over my embarrassment yet from an hour ago. This wasn't fair. He scanned the room. . .wasn't sure if he was looking for someone or not. Missy kicked my leg under the table.
"Ouch," I said, "I see, I see. . .I'm not blind you know." I hissed under my breath. Missy was staring too much at our visitor to be apologetic at the moment.
As he scanned, he finally noticed our group and gave us a huge smile as if to say 'I know your up to something. . .now just what is it?' His smile was killer. . .literally. . .and I was drowning. Who knew what he was thinking seeing Bruno in our company for the second time today and especially after that scene in the concession room.
I smile back as we watch him take a seat across the way. His eyes never left mine as he gave his order to the waitress. We had no idea what Bruno said the moment Marat had walked in the door. It was like pushing a huge mute button.
Once Bruno left, the battle of the minds began across the café. He was getting a kick out of messing with us I was sure. How much had he overheard? Would he tell management on us if he had? I had to be sure of what he knew or didn't know.
I leaned into Missy, "He's driving me crazy. I have to get out of here. Let's go get our luggage and settle into our rooms." Missy nodded in agreement after looking at Marat one more time.
"But first I have to do something, follow my lead okay," I say to Missy.
"What are you doing?" she hisses at me as we leave our table. I gave her a look like 'trust me.'
I walked straight up to him, with Missy following, never breaking the eye contact we had. My anger was rising. His eyes were completely unnerving me.
"Are you stalking us now? Or maybe even starting a fan club?" I said trying not to show he intimidated me.
He smiled, "No, I was hungry, why is there a club? I might join if there is." He laughs. My anger is boiling now. He is laughing at us like he has us under his little thumb-well, big thumb but let's not get too technical here, okay?
"There just might be a fan club but right at the moment we are all booked up."
"I can see why after that scene in the vending machine room," His grin growing by the minute. He was enjoying himself way too much.
"Like that did you?"
"Very much and in fact I was beginning to wonder what happened to that wonderful outfit you were wearing?" Ohhh, if I could get my hands on him. . .not sure if I would kiss him or kill him. I blushed and chose to ignore the question.
"What I would like to know is what exactly you overheard of that conversation up there?"
Missy was behind me over to the side with her mouth open wide in shock at our conversation-my blatant rudeness and his prey-ridden speech and stare. It was like verbal sex and she was witnessing it first hand.
It didn't bother him at all that I stood over him; with his tall frame it wasn't by much, but it helped me feel in control a bit more. I hated that he still seemed more in control of this situation than I was, but hey I put myself in it, didn't I?
"Didn't know I was suppose to over hear something." He laughed. I was gonna explode. Fine, if that's how he was gonna play well he just found himself a worthy adversary.
I stormed out of the café with Missy waving goodbye to Marat like a school girl with a crush, and him waving in return. Missy had to practically run to catch up with me as I headed out to the car. I finally stop outside the door turning to her to say, "Why did you wave goodbye to him.we are angry at him right at the moment."
"You mean you are," she says as I turn toward the car again, "besides we are here to gain his attention remember, not scare him away."
I freeze in my spot snapping out of my mental weirdness, and softly hit myself on side of the head as if to say 'Duh'.
"I was so freakin mad that I forgot. . .damn it, now I've screwed everything up."
"Oh contraire, Ollie dear, I think you have accomplished quite the opposite actually."
"What do you mean?" I say, completely clueless, as we reach the car to unload it.
"Did you not even notice the way he was looking at you during your conversation? It was getting me all excited and he wasn't even looking at me."
"Nope, I didn't notice," I say working fast to get the luggage out so I wouldn't have to concentrate on what she was saying.
"Well open your freakin eyes next time. . .he looked like he was ready to eat you up." She just had to say that didn't she. Now there were huge knots in my stomach. . .I had to act like an ass in front of him. Great, Olivia. . .you're a wiz with first impressions.
As we walked back through the hotel to the elevators we had full view of the café, but I refused to give him the pleasure that his presence meant anything to me. Missy however didn't feel it above herself to take a peek and just had to whisper, "He's looking at us, Ollie."
"Well let him look all he wants because that's all he's gonna get." I paused at the elevators incredulous at my behavior, "What the hell am I saying?" I turn to Miss, "Shut me up Miss. . .I'm a total wreak. . .look what he's doing to me." Missy just looks and laughs at the visible demise of her friend Ollie over big stud Marat Safin. Missy wished Ollie knew that she had succeeded in seducing more than one man today.
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Post by Annie on Jun 28, 2005 16:14:17 GMT 3
Chapter 4 {a/n}:Here is chapter four. . .it's a bit short too but oh well. . .beginning to realize that there is very little tennis per say, and more tennis personalities and romance in this fic. . .jesh, I have been rereading these chapters and they are sooo embarrassing. . .not my best work so I will once again remind people that this was just for fun and for a friend than an attempt to write well. . .so don't hold it against me bitte. . .Boy #2 makes his appearance finally. . .so please R&R. .
disclaimer: if I owned anything do you think I would be here writing about it and not experiencing it first hand??? I think not. In other words, I own squat.
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Chapter Four: Missy’s Little Adventure
As we headed up to the sixth floor for the second time today I realized more and more how nervous I was. My stomach was killing me and I just hoped that I brought some Zantac with me. That man could definitely give me an ulcer if I wasn't careful.
We headed to our room, number 668, realizing that Marat's was super close at number 672. . .we squealed like grade schoolers and went inside our room. Once we sat everything down, a wave of exhaustion hit me. I realized what a long day I had with the plane ride and then the road trip not to mention the run-ins with Marat, so I decided to take a nap before supper. Missy wasn't too happy about that. She was hoping to catch some practice games at the Open grounds before supper and wanted me to go along too. She sighed deeply as I laid down on the bed, realizing too that if I didn't get enough sleep that I would be cranky as hell come tomorrow for the first day of tennis so she had better leave me alone to catch my beauty sleep.
Missy stayed around watching TV for a bit but got bored so she decided to catch the practice games without me. She left me a note saying she'd be back in time for supper and got in her car to drive to the tennis grounds.
Once she got on the grounds she took a big whiff of the air, happy to be near tennis courts again. She smiled real big as she headed to the practice courts. The first court she came to had Andy Roddick practicing. 'Oh, how lucky am I?' Then thought 'Damn it, I forgot the camera at the hotel.' Missy shrugs her shoulders as she sits down to watch-we'd be here for two weeks and he was sure to make it past the round of 16. Yeah right, that's what she told herself at Roland Garros in 2002 and look what happened. But this was hard court and it was built for him so he better not let her down this time.
Missy was becoming a bit too involved with Andy's game with his coach, so that when he ran to the net to catch a drop shot and made it, Missy screamed out "Whoo hooo!" She blushed then, realizing that she had said that out loud, and sat down immediately from her jumped up position. She was not quick enough though for Andy to miss it. He turned to where the cheer came from, smiled at Missy and signaled her with his tennis racket that he enjoyed her cheer. 'How embarrassing' Missy thought, 'but hey I got his attention and it's only the first day.' She smiled and decided to move on to the other courts.
After about 2-3 courts she came upon Marat playing and sat down quickly to watch before anyone i.e. Marat noticed. There were a few spectators, but less than Andy's practice session. Missy didn't understand that when Marat was so much better. Then she remembered how bias the Americans were and shook her head at their stupidity. Marat scanned the crowd after winning a game off his coach; who was a now retired Kafelnikov. He stopped at Missy and flashed the biggest smile she had ever seen from him. She blushed and waved. After a few mores games, Marat came to the net to talk to his coach, evidently wanting to quit for the rest of the day. If Missy would've known that, she would have been out of there so fast-she wasn't ready to face him after today's events. But she was caught unawares as Marat addressed her bringing her out of her dream state. He was two feet from her and she couldn't remember how he got there. Well, of course walking stupid, but that's not what she meant.
"Now who's stalking who?", he looks all around, "Where's our friendly neighborhood seducer at tonight?"
Our? What's that suppose to mean? Missy gathered her thoughts, looked up into his face and said, "She's at the hotel sleeping."
He leaned against the back of the seat to the left of her. "Ahh. . . seduction does take it out of you doesn't it?" He laughed, his eyes twinkling. Missy blushed, just how much did he know? He continued, "Don't you need a nap also? Ahh I see. . ." as if figuring it out in his head but doing it out loud, "your friend is the mastermind while you tag along, huh?"
Ooohh, that made Missy mad---Her!?! Tag-along!?! As if!!. . .she had been just as much a part of this plan as Olivia had. She wanted to jump up, make a smart remark, and leave but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
"If you must know, she has been traveling all day to get here so that's what made her so tired." Why did she feel the need to defend Olivia to him...maybe she didn't want Marat to think Olivia was a temptuous Ice Queen or something.
"Ahhh," Marat says for the millionth time, his eyes still twinkling, not believing her one bit. He extended his hand, "By the way, I'm Marat."
"I know. . .I'm Missy."
"And your friend?"
Missy smiled-Ollie will love this. . .not!! "Olivia."
He smiled, "Nice to meet you both," he laughs, "well, you anyway at the moment. She on the other hand didn't seem too happy to meet me today."
"Trust me. . .I think it had more to do with where and when you met than who you are. . ." He laughed and Missy laughed with him-oh, Ollie's gonna kill me. {a/n: Darn tooting I am }
Marat took a liking to Missy-she was definitely the more rational of the two. He said farewell then and hoped to see her soon.
As he walked off Missy was thinking 'ohh, you'll be seeing more of me and Olivia that you ever thought or hoped.' An evil smile escaped over her face as she headed back to the hotel pleased with her adventures.
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Post by Annie on Jun 28, 2005 16:14:58 GMT 3
Chapter 5 {a/n}:.Here is chapter five. . most of this fic is just sexual tension and verbal combat (if you haven't already saw that) but hey I like that and its my fic so there. . plot does get a bit better later if you have the courage to hang in there. . .
disclaimer: if I owned anything do you think I would be here writing about it and not experiencing it first hand??? I think not. In other words, I own squat. Btw, I have no idea if Marat is like this at all but in my head he is&ldots;so deal with it&ldots;and enjoy lol
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Missy finally arrived back at the hotel to hopefully find Ollie ready to eat supper because she was famished. As she headed to our door to unlock it a familiar voice behind her calls her by name.
"Hey Missy." She turned to find Marat coming out of the snack room and toward her. Crap, he's gonna find out too soon that we are on the same floor as him. . .by the way, what was with him and the continual snacking all day long? He continues, "I see you're on this floor too?"
Damn, too late to hide it--key was in lock already. She turned her back fully to the door to address him, "Yeah, how's that for a coincidence." She tried to stay casual about it while he cocked his head in disbelief. . .not sure what to think or believe.
She tried to distract him, "How did you get to the hotel before me?"
He grins, "I like to speed."
"Apparently."
Meanwhile I was awake in the hotel waiting for Missy to return when I hear voices outside the door and got up to investigate. I swung the door open to find Marat and Miss in deep conversation. 'What have I missed here?' I thought.
"Yeah, we are visiting NY specifically for the Open. We love tennis." I hear Missy say to Marat, who was standing with a Pepsi in his hand. {a/n: have no idea if he likes Pepsi but if he is smart he will >grin< and besides its not like you can get vodka or something out of vending machines. . .too bad really cuz I'd be a big fan}
I clear my throat staring at Missy thinking 'Hello Missy, just give everything away." They both turn to me but it was Marat who was first to address me with a huge smile on his face.
"And how was your nap, Olivia?" I turn to look at him in shock. . .he freaking knew my name already and was calling me by it. He was purposefully trying to shock me. . .I turned back to Missy.
"Jesh Missy, I go to sleep for one hour and your telling people our life story." Missy got all mad.
"I so did not."
Marat chimed in right after her, "Not everyone.just me, and what's so wrong with telling me your life story?" He says teasing me. Missy rounded out her mouth in a big 'O' as if to say 'Ohhh I can't believe he just said that and about you too.' I gave her a 'Yeah right' look then turned my attention back to Marat. Damn, if I wasn't careful I could lose all mental proficiency just by looking him. It soo wasn't fair he could have that kind of power over me. I leaned against the door to help stabilize my shaky legs and to give the appearance that I was in complete control of this conversation. I smiled at him.
"My life story is a secret. . .Missy just keeps forgetting that." I give Missy a dirty look. Missy only shrugs her shoulders as if not guilty at all.
"Secret Huh? Now I'm even more curious. . .by the way, you never answered my question," I cock my head like 'what do you mean', "about your nap?"
"Oh," I say wondering why the way he says 'nap' sounds so sexual, "Fine, it was fine, thanks." I give him an odd look like 'what do you care' while all he does is grin. "but enough about my secret life. . .what about your secret life?" Why the freak did I say that? I was trying to turn the tables on him, but it so didn't give the appearance at all that I was still angry with him.
"Oh I'm sure you already know all about my life, don't you?"
I blushed; not only was my hand caught in the cookie jar but slapped as well. Was I that transparent? Maybe he had a big ego or maybe he did know what happened in the snack room earlier. His eyes twinkled for the millionth time that day.
"Actually I know very little about your life and maybe we should keep our lives secret for the both of our sakes?" What a fib.
"Oh? And what fun is there in that?"
What? Now what did he mean by that? I was getting flustered and he knew it. I opened and closed my mouth several times--but no witty comeback would come out. . .damn.
He jumped on that chance by saying, "Is Olivia speechless?. . .you know, I haven't known you long but I sense that's a rarity. . .is it Missy?"
I gave her a dirty look and crossed my arms over my chest with nothing to say. He looked at Missy for confirmation and Missy shook her head, "Oh yes, you hit the nail on the head with that one."
"What is this, 'gang up on Ollie day?"
Marat turned to Missy, "Ollie?"
Missy addressed him, "Oh its just a nickname", then turned back to me, "No, its not but you make it too easy."
"I so do not." Missy gave me a look that said 'girl, you are so gone over him, its unbelievable!' I had to get out of this.
I turned to Missy, "Are you ready to eat? I'm famished."
"Yeah I am." Missy rolled her eyes and Marat laughed letting me escape this time.
He said, "I'll let you two go. . .must eat to get your strength up for tomorrow. . .could be busy," then he winked at me, turned toward his room and finished with, "see you around."
He left me with a completely clueless look on my face while Missy just giggled at me. Once we got into the room I turned my death stare on her.
"What was that all about?. . .What did he mean 'get your strength back? And just what were you telling him about me? He knew my name already and that I was sleeping in here for Zeus' sake."
Missy laughed even harder and had to sit on the bed and calm herself down. "Didn't you read the note? I went to the courts to watch practices and ran into Marat there."
I gasped, "What happened?"
"He asked a lot about you." She grinned.
I rolled my eyes, "No he didn't. . .stop that." Great, there went the stomach juices again.
"I'm serious." She then proceeded to fill me in on what I missed out but seemed to leave out the embarrassing Andy scene.
"No wonder he said that. . .he thinks I'm a slut or something doesn't he?" I plopped on the bed all dejected. "He thinks I'm easy now."
Missy sighs, "No he doesn't. . .if you were easy you'd be in his lap right now helping him pitch his tent." ( We giggle. Then I stop smiling.
"Not funny. . .doesn't help." I sighed then a smile reappeared on my face. Missy always knew what to say to help me feel better and not let me get depressed. I grabbed her into a bear hug and we fell back on the bed.
I got up then and gasp for air, "Okay enough of this--time for supper, I'm famished." My stomach yelling at me took precedence over whatever the hell Marat thought about me at this very moment.
We got ready to head out to eat then after that planned to try a dance club we had heard of called Lotus. Its specialty was watermelon martini's and I couldn't wait to try them. I was so glad that I had a nap so now I would be able to party down.
Clarifications: I made up Lotus so its mine. . .all mine ya hear. . .lol. . .just kidding, but really I don't think that NY has a club called that but you never know. . .plus made up the watermelon martini's though they sound so cool and make me hungry for one everytime I read this. . .hummm, maybe I will come up with my own recipe. . .
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Post by Annie on Jun 28, 2005 16:15:53 GMT 3
Chapter 6 {a/n}: People you rock. . .thanks for the reviews esp Missy dear, you in beautiful spain and you give me reviews. . .I feel the love, and your reviews had me crying I was laughing so hard. . .doubt very much that others will get it but oh well. . .but dear I think the sun is beginning to get to your brain. . .just be careful lol. . .ohh and I want a pic of those beautiful Spanish men okay??? Keep them coming people and no one gets hurt i.e. characters. . .oh and as missy has pointed out before I realize that in the fic the two girls are running into the guys way to much already so that changes a bit in the next few chapters. . .if I remember correctly. . .
disclaimer: by now you, of course, realize that I don't own anything especially Marat. . .because if I did I wouldn't be writing about him but experiencing it all first hand with a NC-17 rating of course. . .
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Chapter Six: You Roddick My World (hint hint)
As we left the room to head to elevator I was checking out how spiffy we both looked tonight. The boys won't know what hit them. Missy was wearing tight black pants that tapered at the ends showing off her sexy black semi-platform slip-ons. Which made me the only shrimp then. . .the fartknocker. Her top was a red halter that accentuated her punk red streaks. The top showed about an inch or two of her belly and she kept fiddling with it. I had to constantly tell her she looked great and to leave her belly alone. My outfit looked a bit like the one I wore earlier but less sluty and no nylons-those things make me sweat like the dickens in this summer heat.
As we got into the elevator, Missy got all excited forgetting to tell me about her Andy experience too, so she stepped in front of me to give room for others on the other side of the elevator and almost got caught in the closing doors. I had to pull her in quick, laughing at her excitement--it was gonna kill her before we even got to the club. Her back was to the doors and as we went down the elevator stopped on the second floor. Missy was yakking away about how embarrassed she was at making a fool of herself in front of Andy that she didn't realize it was the second floor and not the ground floor. She started backing up to get off, still yakking away, and before I could grab her back she ran into a hard body that was swiftly trying to move into the elevator.
Missy shrieked, turned to balance herself against falling on the stranger but it was too late. They went crashing to the floor with Missy on top. I grimaced at their impact while they groaned after that huge thud that they made. Missy started immediately apologizing. I started laughing because I recognized the guy as the man in the conversation we were just having and Missy hadn't realized it yet. She looked up then into the strangers face and stopped hard cold-it was Andy Roddick!!
He smiled at her, "So we meet again."
"You remember me?" she squeaked.
"It was only about an hour or two ago."
Missy didn't want to leave from her advantageous position, which made me laugh even more, "Come on Missy. . .quit molesting the poor man and get off." I said helping a blushing Missy up so Andy would be free to stand also. Missy started apologizing again, but Andy wouldn't hear of it.
"Its okay. . .nothing's damage."
Missy shrieks then, causing us both too jump. Missy grabs his hands, "Are your hands and wrists okay?--I'd kill myself if they were hurt." Andy laughed then understanding, "No their fine, I'm fine."
I roll my eyes at Missy. . .probably just another excuse to touch him again.
Then he playfully feels around, then frowns, "I think."
"Oh no, I hurt you. . .where?" She said all worried.
He starts to feel his neck and around his face then finally presses his finger to his lower lip, "Here. . .gonna kiss it and make it better?" And starts laughing.
"You fiend, you had me worried," she playfully hits him. And he playfully says, "Owww!"
"Ha," Missy says, "Such a fibber."
Through Andy's laughter he says, "Where you girls headed to?"
"Supper then this club we've been dying to go too called Lotus.ever hear of it?" Missy asked.
"Yeah, maybe. . .bye"
"Bye" he says and smiles.
Once out of the hotel and out of Andy's earshot Missy started jumping up and down and squealing. She grabbed me and I had to grab onto a telephone pole so we wouldn't fall over. I think Missy's fall on Andy was enough falling for the both of us today.
"Can you believe I fell on Andy Roddick? The A-Rod! The A-Meister!!"
"Yeah I know his name Missy, you don't have to repeat it."
"Oh do you think he thought I was a major klutz or something?"
"Oh I'm sure he thought you were a klutz. . .but a cute klutz. . .he was so flirty with you. . .shocked me even." She giggled and I continued, "And just what is it with your luck lately with Safin and Andy-both of them you have been intimate with-and by intimate I mean conversation-I saw that look on your face and that's not what I meant," I laughed, "you have got to spend all this time with them and I've what?. . .got to fight with one of them. . .so not fair."
"Trust me I think you made a bigger impression on Marat than I did today. . .especially with that outfit." She laughs at the face I was making.
"Yeah, 'The Outfit'. . .its always about 'The Outfit'. . .I think it has a life of its own and it definitely got more attention than me." I say pouting as we hunt for a taxi.
"Girl, you made 'The Outfit' and you know it."
We laughed as we headed out to dinner then Lotus.
We spent as little time as possible eating dinner because all we really wanted to do was try out the club. We started grooving before we even hit the door. Inside it was amazing. . .three VIP rooms and three floors of vibrating dancers. I thought about the VIP rooms for a second. . .hummm wonder if Orli's here? Oh well got too much on my plate already. . .gotta worry about grooving and letting loose. The second and third floors over-looked the main dance floor and the ground level. We stayed on the main floor. . .a bit over whelming it was. They even had couches in the corners of this place to sit on. . .Cool.
We ordered the famous watermelon martini's, downed one or two then headed for the dance floor. It seemed like no one really had a partner. Everyone just danced with every one else. . .I so could deal with that. We let loose just grooving with the music grinding with one man one minute then a different one the next.
After about two songs it seemed that Missy picked up an admirer but she didn't like his attentions at all. He was grabby and he smelled like B.O. and Limburger. She kept trying to push him away but he didn't get the clue- she finally had to signal to me to help her so I pulled her off the dance floor with me over to one of the corners. We hoped with all hope that he wouldn't follow or see us. It was fun yet scary at the same time. While Missy stood near on the couches I went to get us some more drinks at the bar.
Missy on the other hand began to have more problems. She was standing too close to the flow of traffic and ended up being pushed over on to one of the couches. Luckily, or unluckily as the case may be, she fell into someone's arms; the arms caught her and encircled her so she didn't fall onto the floor.
"I'm so sorry.so sorry.some guy pushed me.are you okay?" She looked up into a laughing face to find it belonged to one Andy Roddick. She gasped.
"I'm fine, though we seem to have a knack of running into each other today.literally."
"Must be fate talking to us." Missy prayed that he would agree.
"Or maybe I have a stalker on my hands." Missy looked shocked till he laughed, "I'm just kidding."
Missy got off his lap, "Well to prove I'm not stalking you I refuse your offer to dance." And starts to walk away.
Andy interjects, "But I didn't offer."
"Yes, but you were." She says laughing over her shoulder as she went to look for me at the bar. It was Andy's turn to look shocked as he watched her retreating form.
We started to drink a few more drinks as Missy tells me about her recent Andy experience. We were getting sloshed big time by now but Missy wanted to dance once more before we left so I agreed hoping we wouldn't run into Missy's stalker again. Mid-song Andy found Missy on the dance floor and asked to dance with her. I thought 'ohh how cute they are' as I watched them together.
Unfortunately I got a look behind Missy and saw her stalker show up immediately heading for her. I went to warn her but it was too late. The guy rudely grabbed her ass, Missy screamed, and jerked forward into Andy. Andy saw the whole thing and punched the guy out in two seconds flat. I got to them as the stalker guy lay on the floor. Missy was in Andy's arms thanking him, almost shaking from the experience. Andy just soothed her while I told them that we should get out of here before the bouncers and/or cops figure out something happened. As we raced out of the club the stalker guy was still on the floor. . .jesh, Andy must really pack a punch. We didn't start laughing till we hit the taxi seat back to the hotel. We were so plastered that we were falling over each other with laughter. Once at the hotel we calmed down a bit before going into the hotel lobby. It was late and the lobby was quiet as a mouse. We all sighed once we hit the elevator, it had been a long day and exhaustion was setting in fast--plus those martinis only helped the process--well, with me anyway.
We said good-bye at the second floor, where Andy's room was, saying to him 'Good luck tomorrow.and that we'd be watching.'
"Oh, and thanks for defending my honor tonight, Andy," Missy said as he was exiting. He bowed outside the doors saying, "It was my pleasure." We all laughed as the elevator doors close, and we head up to the sixth floor.
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Post by Annie on Jun 28, 2005 16:16:27 GMT 3
Chapter 7 {a/n}: Here is chapter Seven. . .a bit short and not as sexy as the others but its amusing nonetheless. . .trust me the chapters get better not worse from here on out. . .well in my opinion anyway. . .OH and chapter 8 is sooo yummy that you will just faint. . .several hints in this chapter about what will transpire next. . .oh and I will get the next chapter out much faster if you give me reviews. . .like maybe a few hours after this one, if you appease the goddess. . .yeah, I am cruel but reviewing isn't that hard people, even if you flame. . .I'm all for it. . .
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Seven: Tennis Anyone? (sort of boring chapter but hey I probably was bored camping when I wrote it)
"Oh my head," Missy exclaims as the alarm wakes her up. I smile at her not really feeling the same affects. I hadn't drunken as much as she had and hey, I could hold my liquor thank you very much.
I use to hate how tennis matches didn't start till 10 or 11 pm, but awoke very grateful of it today. The extra sleep helped a ton. Yesterday was so long and today was gonna be my bit of a recovery day.watching tennis on my bum. Missy, however, after the headache disappeared, was the bundle of energy as usual. I found out yesterday that the hotel had an indoor pool on the top level. I planned on making that the topper to my recovery day. Missy said that it sounded good to her too.
Once at the Open we learned of the Men's draw. Andy was in the first half so his match was early. Marat's was later in the day due to his number two seed there at the tourney. I hated it when he was in the lower half of the draw-it always meant nervously waiting all day for him to play.
We headed to Andy's first on Court One. Last night didn't seem to affect him at all-he was full of energy and hoppin around. Missy's eyes twinkled as we watched him play. It was both of our first time to a major tennis match so we weren't sure how to react to the game. We followed the crowd with there boos and cheers and soon caught on. Andy won easily in three sets taking down some unknown from Belarus-there's no way I'm trying to spell his name-what matters is that Andy won. Whoo Hoo!
Missy left the match very confident that she hadn't hurt Andy the day before. She had been worrying about it off and on since both incidences and hadn't for two seconds believed Andy when he said that he was alright. Men were always saying that and it's hard to know what the truth was. I could tell that she felt much better since his easy win.
We had a few hours before Marat's match and wasn't sure what to do. We decided we wanted to go all out for Marat's match so we went shopping hoping to find the perfect yet crazy ensemble. Well not too crazy-we didn't want to get kicked out. We just hoped for a cool hat and shirt ensemble.
We eventually found them at a nationality type store that had almost every nations flag on some object-coffee mugs, license plates, bumper stickers, etc. They had Dr. Seuss hats in flag colors and we jumped up and down when we found the Russian colors. This was gonna be so embarrassing if he actually saw us in then I thought.
We decided to wait on the t-shirts and actually have some printed with Marat's picture or name on it than just the Russian flag. It would be an awesome souvenir to have besides. So instead of shirts for now we did some face painting with the flag colors.
Once inside the stadium, with hats and face paint present, and while we waited for the match to start, we talked excitably about what picture we would put on the shirts.
"You know, I'd love to put that classic one of him biting the net at Roland Garros a few years ago [a/n: remember this fic is two years from now so I am referring to RG a few months ago]. . .it always reminds me of the conversation we had about him biting a body part instead of the net, hee hee."
"Oh what about the shower scene where he's smiling with nothing but his trunks on?"
"Oh yeah, baby that's a good one." We sigh.
"So difficult to chose he's hot in everything he's in."
"Damn him for his hotness," we laugh, "we could also personalize it too with some words like 'Myrat, Our Safy Baby' or something with those spellings. . .love those spellings. . .they mean something only to you and me. . .jesh, I just hope he doesn't see them, I think I'd die."
All of a sudden the crowds started cheering, we look down and Safin and Rochus were coming out. We jump up and cheer-its about freakin time they get the show started.
I turn to Missy finally realizing something a little too late and I gasp, "Missy we forgot to do the nekid dancing." I had said it a little too loud as the cheering was subsiding now. . .a few people look and laugh. I covered my mouth and Missy shushed me laughing.
"You want the whole world to know our secret.besides we did dance just not nekid. . .remember?"
"Yeah, hopefully its enough." We laugh.
Safin was so beautiful and we sat mesmerized while they warmed up. As usual he made me nervous as hell. My fingers were all chewed up even before the first set was over. I sat, fidgeted, and silently cursed the power he had over me and my body to react this way. Missy kept yelling at me to sit on my hands already as my chewing was making her more nervous. Well she softly yelled, it was a tennis match after all and we couldn't have Marat giving us dirty looks or anything.
The crowd wasn't as populace as the Andy match so any cheers we screamed got to Safin's ears. He took the first two sets somewhat easily yet lost it in the third like usual. We both wanted to scream. . .Safin was frustrated too-he didn't throw a racket yet, but he was talking to it. We gave each other looks as if to say 'its all our faults. . .we should've stripped on the dance floor.'
"Yeah, but he's so cute when he talks to his Head." We start laughing so hard we have to cover our mouths with our shirts and our hands. We sigh then watching the demise of Marat in the third.
In the fourth he came back into control, and won in a tiebreak. He smiled to the crowd and then everyone left. As we headed back to the hotel I was telling Missy that I was glad that the hotel had Internet hookups so could watch the interviews of Andy and Marat on it. We went back to the hotel, mentally weary from Marat's match, with that and going swimming in mind.
Clarifications: (once again. . .oh you know you love them. . .well, missy does anyway. . .you weirdo you!!)
Marat Shower Scene=this in my opinion is a classic already. . .where to find it?? Its in the womens sports illustrated 'mens swimsuit' edition this summer. . .also has yummy andy roddick and james blake. . .oh baby how does one handle it all. . .
Myrat Safy=just nicknames me and missy have for him. . .
Nekid Dancing=sooo not gonna explain that. . .some things need to remained sacred and only for missy and I to enjoy. . .will not share with the world. . .nope sorry folks. . .use your wild imaginations. . .you know, that thing between your two ears. . .
HEAD subject=this is the best part and deserves a larger section (winks to scarymushrooms). . .a while back on the maratsafin.com forum they were having a discussion on Marat (of course) and when he isn't playing, well it can get pretty dirty. . .but oh so fun lol. . .anyhow, they were discussing how Marat had been talking to his racket quite a bit at one tourney, and at the interview he said that sometimes he is up all night talking to his Head. . .well as you see we went very naughty with that discussion. . .i knew he was talking about his racket but it took awhile to realize that the brand of his racket is actually Head. . .anyway, missy and I are always bringing up the 'head' thing. . .pretty freakin hilarious if you ask me. . .and I want no emails or reviews asking what the hell I am talking about, you need to go ask someone else dude or even another male, trust me they would know. . .lol
I think the clarifications are becoming more interesting than the story shakes head at self I so need help. . . and I want no one agreeing with that statement unless you are Scarymushrooms, Susan, or Kristin. Okay I'm definitely done now.
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Post by Annie on Jun 28, 2005 16:17:00 GMT 3
{a/n}: Here is Lovely Chapter Eight for you lovely people. . .very yummy chapter if you ask me, but hey, don’t think you did. . .anyhoo, enjoy. . .
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Chapter Eight: Marat + Water = I am a Goner!
As we walked into the lobby we stopped at the front desk to check for messages. I didn’t get any-no surprise but Missy did get one.
“Probably Brid,” She said, “wondering how the first day of match’s went.” We got into the elevator as she started to read it. Missy’s jaw dropped and she gasped with her eyes wide open. I gave her an odd look wondering what the news was.
“I can’t say it out loud&ldots;not sure I believe it&ldots;here.” She handed it to me and I read: ‘Hey Girls, I left the message with Missy’s name on it but the invitations open to you both. I want to celebrate my win today&ldots;don’t want to do it alone, so I’m taking you both out to supper. My room number is 212. Ring me, Andy.’
My mouth dropped, Missy closed it for me looking at me all worried. “Why look so worried? He’s eating out of your palm.”
“I’m too nervous-please tell me your coming too&ldots;I know we were gonna order pizza in but I need you.”
As we get off the at the sixth floor and head to the room I say, “Okay, but if he wants to do something beyond supper your on your own. I will not feel like third wheel tonight so whatever nervousness you feel it better be gone during supper.” Jesh, I was crabby but I wanted them to have alone time together to bond—oh how cute!! Lol
“Okay supper should be enough time&ldots;what you gonna do all alone after ward?”
“I was gonna go swimming remember?”
“Oh, I was gonna do that with you, I feel bad now.”
“Girl if you don’t knock that off I swear&ldots;we have two weeks and Andy time is gonna be slim-this is a once in a lifetime op--so no guilt trips okay?”
“Okay” she says as she goes to call Andy.
Supper with Andy was fun and laidback. Missy easily came out of her shell—feeling more and more comfortable around him, but it was hard to be shy when Andy always made any one feel at ease. He also had great tastes in restaurants. He said that every time he came to NY he came to the restaurant he took us too. We talked for well over an hour after eating but it had to come to an end, well, for me anyway. He did have more plans for after dinner that included us both but I said goodbye to them and headed back to the hotel in a taxi. I immediately went back to my room to change in to my swimsuit. I bought it new for the trip not thinking I’d use it much in the city though, but here I was, glad that they had a pool. Go Red Lion! Anywho, I headed up to the top floor and found the pool. It had been over an hour since I ate, so I thought it would be okay to swim, even though I really didn’t believe in that rule. Once I found the pool and went through the big heavy metal door I found I was all alone in there. ‘Awesome, all to my self’ I thought.
I looked at the clock—after 10pm. I immediately stripped out of my robe, found the towels, and put them all on a chair. I went over to the deep in and took a smooth dive in and swam toward the shallow end all under water. I stayed under as long as I could and then came up gasping for air a few feet shy of the other side of the pool. Damn—I thought—so close. Suddenly I became aware of clapping and it seemed to be coming behind me. I turn in the direction of the noise from the deep end. My mouth hung open for the millionth time in two days—you’d think I’d be used to surprises by now but no. I could have sworn the pool was empty but the evidence against that was coming or should I say swimming in my direction in the form of Marat Safin.
“That was a great dive and swim. Do this much?” I swam out toward him so I could cover my body in the middle depths instead of showing off half of everything in the shallow end.
“A little bit&ldots;I could have sworn the pool was empty.” “I was under the water&ldots;I surfaced right before you dove.” Boy, did he look yummy all wet. Half of his chest was out of the water where we stood and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes on his face besides the fact that his eyes completely unnerved me.
“Ah, I see.” Not sure what to say. “I’m surprised that you’re not in bed after that tiring match today.”
He smiled, “This relaxes me&ldots;my muscles that is after a match&ldots;so were you there today?”
“Yes,” I blushed not wanting to say ‘yeah, we were the two idiots in the Russian Dr. Seuss hats that were screaming our ****ing brains out for you.’ That just would be too embarrassing. “Nice hats by the way.”
“What?” How the hell did he know? Ohh he so loved to do this and catch me off guard. I choked and he laughed as he softly patted my back.
“You okay?” I nodded and once I got my voice back I squeak out, “You saw us?”
“Yeah, I find where my fans are and use then to help pump me up&ldots;why didn’t want me to see you?” he chuckled as I blushed again.
“Just a tad embarrassing that’s all.” I’ve walked as far as I could out and stop with the water to my neck. He meanwhile still had a third of his chest out. We were quiet for a few minutes—I wasn’t sure what to say besides the one phrase that kept repeating itself over and over in my head: I want to jump your bones.
Suddenly he broke the silence, “You know, I really didn’t hear anything of the bellboy conversation.” I looked up at him in surprise. He looked to be telling the truth and I let out a sigh of relief, with a smile on my face.
He continued, “But I’d love to hear every bit of that conversation if you’re willing to tell.” I laughed, “And I’m not willing&ldots;it’s a secret between Bruno and us girls.”
He cocked his eyebrow, “Bruno huh?”
“No, you better not be thinking what I think your thinking!”
“He seemed like an easy pushover to me&ldots;lovely lad.”
“Yeah, a little too much so don’t go near him.”
“Now I see why you chose him, very calculated of you. You really are the ringleader, aren’t you?”
“Ringleader what’s that suppose to mean?” then it hit me&ldots;the conversation that he had had with Missy. The toad.
“Oh, nothing.” He grinned as if he had a little secret that only he knew about. Men! His little statement about me really put a twinkle in his eye and he started looking at me again with those preyful eyes. I ignored it as best I could, it made me feel way too many emotions all at once and I couldn’t handle it.
“Please Marat, don’t go to Bruno and talk to him.” This was the first time I addressed him by his first name—it felt odd and perfect all at the same time. I felt I had the right to now, as he seemed to practically be blackmailing me for info&ldots;and personal info at that&ldots;weird. “Alright I won’t try to find out about your conversation but only under one condition.” I’ll do anything, I thought.
“Okay what’s that?”
“Kiss me.”
My mouth dropped—jesh, Olivia way to hold in the shock. He chuckled and closed my mouth by slightly pressing up on my chin. His touch was electric and enough to send me over the edge. I shivered and it wasn’t because I was cold.
“Why a kiss?”
He pulled his hand away still looking at my mouth, noticing the effect he had over me. “Because I want you too and I think you do too&ldots;just think of it as sealing the deal with a kiss.”
What an arrogant bastard&ldots;okay it was true but jesh. Wait a tic&ldots;did he just say that he wanted to kiss me?
“Okay I’ll do it.” I came closer to him and stopped.
He laughed, “Your acting like you have to eat a buncha worms or something, what? You don’t want to kiss me?”
“No, its not that&ldots;I want too&ldots;it’s just&ldots;” I trailed off, I didn’t know how to finish that&ldots;he just made me admit that I wanted him too just then and that unnerved me. “Oh, shut up and let me concentrate.” I came closer till we are inches away and I looked up at him. “Well don’t concentrate too hard.” He chuckled.
“How am I suppose to kiss you when I can’t even reach your lips?”
“You can climb can’t you?’ My mouth dropped open again and he laughed. He was so my match in wit and more. I almost felt like I’d never win against him.
“You expect me to climb you?”
“I expect you to do whatever it takes to seal the kiss.” What had I gotten myself into&ldots;he was so enjoying himself&ldots;bastard, I wanted to wipe that cocky grin off his face so badly.
“You’re not making this easy you know.”
“Sorry” he said and didn’t mean it one bit. I gave him a dirty look. But once I started thinking about it, a look of determination and evil crossed my face—so that’s how he wanted to play huh? I could so play along. With his eyes on me, I put my hands on his shoulders lifting up, and wrapping my legs around his upper waist. I was now eye level and I looked in his eyes—they showed shock, amusement, and lust all at once.
With my forearms on his shoulders I was able to put my hands on each side of his head massaging his neck muscles. I decided to tease then kiss—no rule said I couldn’t. This is a game I definitely am going to win. My fingers moved to his ears stroking the length of them. His eyes, never leaving mine, grew darker. My eyes went to his lips. I licked my lips, sticking to my teasing game. He took a deep breath in watching my tongue move over my mouth. I leaned toward him moving ever so slightly to his mouth—knowing I was driving him crazy and he couldn’t do anything about it.
The moment I took his bottom lip into my mouth he made his move. His hands moved up my thighs placing them on my lower back, pulling me closer to him at the same time he took possession of my mouth. I moaned into his mouth at the pressure of his hands on my body, shamelessly wanting them to venture to other regions of my body.
All of a sudden the huge metal door to the pool house was thrown open with a huge clang. We both jumpped apart, as best we could in the resistant water, as if we had been caught stealing. We looked at the door and an employee had come in to tell us the pool would be closing soon. We told him that we would leave soon then he left.
Damn—I thought—where would that have gone if we hadn’t been interrupted. I looked at him and he still had that look in his eyes.
“I think you better leave first.” he said.
“Why, we can leave together.”
“Trust me&ldots;I need to calm down first, if you know what I mean.”
I smiled, “Oh, Okay.”
I then left the pool to grab my things. I turned to him in the pool before I left the pool house. We gave each other intense looks with out saying goodbye then I went to the elevator. I smiled thinking ‘Damn, Missy is gonna be shocked when she hears about my tent raising experience,’ I paused in thought, ‘Or maybe she won’t.’ I shrugged then frowned, ‘Damn now he really is gonna think I’m easy.’
I cursed myself as I headed to my room not sure if I was happy or upset by the evenings events. But I knew one thing for sure, he tasted like heaven, I thought as I felt my swollen lips.
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Post by Annie on Jun 28, 2005 16:17:43 GMT 3
{a/n}: Love the reviews and they make me want to put chapters out faster trust me they do so you keep on with your fine self and review, my loves chapter nine is up pretty soon I shall run out of chapters boo hoo then you really will have to wait longer though as I am stuck on one at the moment ah you will survive I am sure not me though hate writers block dang it all
disclaimer: >>talking to Marat<< okay he says I DO own him so HA there you have it from the horses mouth folks I own him body and soul oh come on people and tell me you didnt fall for the oldest trick in the book okay I need help I know but hey I amuse myself so leave the crazy woman alone already
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Chapter Nine: Score One To Marat: (not sure why but its me fave chapter so far though far from perfect)
I went to our room. Missy hadnt arrived back yet “hope alls well with her” I thought with a smile on my face. I flipped on the TV as I changed into my pink panther jammies. I so hate the color pink but had an infatuation with the panther dude so I had to put up with it. The TV had the AMC channel so I switched over to it. Oh they were playing one of my favorite movies Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. It was such a depressing movie but it was like watching a train wreak and I couldnt stop and look away for the life of me. I needed something to get my mind off what just happened in the pool or my hormones would fly to the moon and Id end up going straight to Marats room asking for an encore. I wasnt sure what was worse though”an encore performance or letting this movie get to me making me realize how alone I felt”craving some kind of connection with the opposite sex. I felt attune to Maggie the Cats feelings in the movie yet didnt have the same tenacity she did about getting what she wanted”wonder if I ever would. I fell asleep somewhere during Big Daddys long speech toward the end of the movie, lying across the end of the bed. I awoke sometime later”looking over at Missys bed expecting to see her sleeping form but it was empty. I frowned-What freakin time was it? I squinted at the clock”close to 3am. Where the hell was she? Now I was worried. I mean yeah, Andy could take care of her but did we really know Andy enough to trust him. I decided to call his room”no answer. Well Im going down there then and they better be there or so help me. I didnt change clothes”
I left the room in such a fury and worry to care. As I was going down the elevator I looked down at my sock laden feet”well, the least you couldve done was put shoes on you dork. I went straight to room 212 and knocked several times. Finally I heard voices saying they were coming. It was Missy”my mouth dropped. She looked groggy from sleep. “Where have you been?”
“Never mind I know why didnt you let me know I about freaked out.
“I didnt want to wake you I just figured you trusted Andy with me, and Id see you in the morning.
“Yeah, I did trust him till you didnt show up.
“Nothings happening, mother, I just crashed here thats all.Missys voiced was getting higher as her agitation was rising. She wanted to go back to sleep and was getting cranky at Olivia for acting like her mother or something.
I ignored the harsh tones saying, “Fine, at least your alright Im going back to the room.”
“I’ll be up in the morning I can barely move as it is I so want to pass out. Go back to bed I’ll see you later.”
I walk back to the elevator a bit confused. This so wasnt like Missy at all”
Maybe she just got sloshed out of her mind or something. I go to my room still very tired but dont think I could get back to sleep. I decided I had the munchies so I grabbed some change and mumbled my way to the snack room. I stopped in shock”
Marat stood in front of me kicking the pop machine. He gave me a double take then smiled. I gave him an odd look and said, “I think you must live in this snack room, as I turned toward the vending machines to get some chocolate. Maybe that would help these damn emotions I was feeling and also the fact that I was standing two feet away from the man I just kissed half naked in a pool a few hours ago. Meanwhile Marat couldnt get his eyes off me looking me up and down in my jammies. An evil smile crossed his face and he made his move. Before I could put all my change in the machine I was lifted up and placed against the wall. I became half afraid and began to protest but it was too late he had captured my mouth. I moaned a protest in his mouth then shut up and relaxed into it. The moment I relaxed he released me as fast as he had seized me. He let me slowly slide to the floor as he whispered in my ear, “I just thought our earlier kiss shouldve had a proper ending. Boy was that ever. I was in a daze, and didnt know what to say much less know what hit me”besides him of course. I look up at him, my mouth still open from the aggressive kiss, to find him grinning down at me. “Wow. I had to say that out loud didnt I, well; it was the truth wasnt it? He seeing I was helpless grabbed the change from my hand and went to the vending machine. “What are you after?”
“Chocolate.He grinned, Be more specific please.”
My mouth was still open” leaning all my weight into the wall. Jesh, get a hold of yourself, Olivia. You dont want to give any other impression than the one you usually give, that youre all in control. “Uh, three musketeers.He smiled and pushed the buttons, then grabbed it out for me. I tried to stand on my own while he was looking the other way but couldnt. Damn you Olivia, you cant stand against the wall forever. And damn you shaky knees while Im at it. He came back to me and grabbed my hand to put the bar into it seeing as I couldnt move. He ignored my shakiness knowing full well he was the cause of it. Probably thought it was payback for the teasing I did in the pool. “What are you doing up at this hour?He inquired. “Uh, I woke up to find Missy hadnt come back yet and got worried but I found her. A smiled escape when I thought about where she was. “Oh, and where was she? “She had a date last night. Why did I tell him that? But hell at least I was beginning to get my strength back and able to stand up. “Missy? The little achiever of the group? thought it would be the other way around with that outfit of yours but she was a bit more agreeable now wasnt she?” His words were teasing yet sarcasm was dripping from them as he headed back to his room before I could reply. I was flabbergasted”What? That arrogant bastard. He loved to do that. Leave me all speechless with no clue how to retort. What did he think I couldnt get a man because I wasnt agreeable? I so could! I marched back to my room in a fury. I would so show him. Wait a tic why did I feel the need to prove anything to him? Because I wanted him to know that I was desired and sought out by men”which was far from the truth but gosh darn it Id make it happen even if I had to pay some one”(Thats right”you heard me correctly”close mouth please”your drooling on me story) I pounded on the bed hard hurting my wrist. I grabbed it wailing and kissing it. Good thing I brought my wrist guard for playing tennis Id so need it now. I cursed him aloud staring at the wall in his direction. There was no way I could sleep after this adrenaline rush did he do this on purpose or was it just my paranoia working over time again? No clue, but he was the root of it all as far as I was concerned. I glared at the wall as if it was him. Ohhh, I had to distract myself. I went to the AMC channel hoping to find a feel good movie. Augh”just Jimmy Stewart”he drove me crazy. Okay try MTV”Augh even worse”showing that Now What? Show with the guy who reminded me of Safin. I threw a pillow across the room and changed the channel. Boy, was I worked up and in an odd way I enjoyed it. It motivated my evil little mastermind. All I could think about was revenge as I flipped through the channels furiously. I knew what Missy would say, “Hes just trying to get your goat and he got it, your too easy Olivia.Then I thought about what Kristin would say, Just jump his bones already thats the solution.I shook both thoughts out of my mind”neither was helping. I finally found a good movie”well the best one you could get at 4am. I grabbed a pillow and laid down on the end of the bed hoping the Sandman would have mercy on me one last time tonight. And he did”gracious man that he is.
Clarifications: yepper I have one but its for you foreign people Sandman=evidentially some of you foreign people have no idea who this man is as I have found out from Missy he is a man who has a bag of sand that comes and puts sand in your eyes so you can sleep then you wake up with all those crusties in your eyes ahh yes, now you remember him yeah we have to animate everything from the man in the moon to mr clean in usa here I call it an active imagination but missy likes to call it other things oh you like dust bunnies and you know it you fart missy that is not anyone else reading this sorry about that lol
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Post by Annie on Jun 28, 2005 16:24:28 GMT 3
Chapter 10
{a/n}: Chapter Ten people...no men in this chapter, sorry...felt like we needed a break from them and have fun on the trip as friends...don't worry, there is a lot of discussing about the men...what you think we'd completely forget them?? As If!! But you are intellectual people and you knew that didn't you?? Lets hope...oh and lucky you gets a longer chapter this time....they get longer from here on out....cuz your so special >wink< Disclaimer: humm, what clever thing can I think up today?....well what I consider clever that is&ldots;you farts probably skip this so I will just entertain myself....>grins mischievously< ...oh marat love, where are you? Oh there you are sitting in a huge marble tub filled with bubbles and calling my name....humm, wonder what we could do in there...oops must take care of the fic first dear then I can join you...hehehe...no fools I own him not though he doth own me >sniff sniff<...hum that gives me an idea....one word: handcuffs >big grin< Chapter Ten: Girls Day Out I awoke to the sounds of Missy trying to wake me. Oh I could tell I was gonna be a big bitch today. This trip was not turning out like I thought and that aggravated me to no end. I turned to her with my claws out. "Hello Missy!! I'm trying to sleep here. Leave me alone." She seemed a bit hurt but undeterred in her mission though and kept trying, "Hun, remember our shopping plans today? Our T-shirts were gonna make? Remember there's no tennis matches we want to see today so its gonna be all girls day out?" Oh, bad time to mention tennis or those t-shirts when my blood was still boiling. "I want to have nothing to do with tennis or those t-shirts today." I put my pillow over my head. "Are you mad at me still because of last night?" I pulled my head out having a much more sensitive tone, "No hun, I'm not mad at you at all, you had nothing to do with it....Wait a tic," my voice rose getting harsher, "you had everything to do with it. Marat wouldn't have said what he did to me last night if you hadn't gone and slept with Andy." Man, was I mean. I realized it was really all my fault for running into Marat and telling him about Missy but I just had to get this anger toward him out of my system. Poor Missy just happened to be there first when I awoke. Talk about being in the wrong place at wrong time. Missy jumped off the bed, "What the hell? What are you talking about? And why are you telling people that I slept with Andy especially when I told you I didn't. You think I have some control over what comes out of Marat's mouth? Whatever he said its because he likes you and he enjoys teasing you....You Dimwit!" That stung. I scrunched up my face like I had been slapped and started to cry. I buried my head in the pillow hating myself for what I said to her and how I was acting. I so deserved the attack but who likes to be attacked&ldots;guess I started it though. "Oh hun, I'm sorry...." Missy came over, sat down next to me, and held me. "What did mean Ole Marat say to you this time....;that evidently had something to do with me?" I was too mad to even mention the two kisses we had shared....;besides she'd just say she was right along....;hate it when she's right. Happens too much for her own good. Wait a tic did I just say two kisses?....Two?...wow....where was I....oh yeah, I'm mad!! "He wanted to know why I was up at 3am" "You ran into him in your jammies?" She squealed, and I smiled. "I had the munchies and he was in the snack room for the millionth time," then I frowned, "He implied that because you were with someone and I was alone that I couldn't get a man because I am not agreeable and I guess unapproachable too. He called you and I quote "the little achiever of the group." And he was surprised because with my outfit the other day he thought it would be me." I repeated his words with as much sarcasm and hoity-toityness that I could muster, and then I pounded my pillow. Missy gasped, "He said that about me.....why that dirty scoundrel....but seriously Olivia he was trying to get your goat and he got it." She giggled and I rolled my eyes. "I knew you were gonna say that....I'm sorry I took it out on you. I so want to choke him and I can't." "Its called being sexually frustrated, every hear of it?" before I could respond as my mouth hung open, she continued, "Hey, at least he doesn't think your easy." She died laughing falling onto the bed. I decided I was definitely waiting till later to tell her about us kissing. "How was your date with Andy?" I inquired. The grin on her face couldn't spread any further than it just had. "Way too close to perfect. He was such a gentleman....wouldn't let me pay for one drink and only danced with me all night even though he got several offers. It was like I was his girlfriend or something. I got way to sloshed though-probably made a complete fool of myself. Oh well, he invited me to crash in his room so I wouldn't wake you up so I did. No hanky-panky at all." "You sure about that all-sloshed girl?" I said half teasing. "Yes, it was way to perfect and he was so sweet." She sighed in seventh heaven. "I'm happy for you Hun, really I am but if you say how great it was one more time I swear I'm gonna stick my finger down my throat." Missy stuck her tongue out at me. "Your just jealous...." "Frankly yes I am....comes way to easy for me, what's my beef I wonder?" I hugged her. "Its not you its just the men, gotta find one that won't let you go no matter what you throw at them." She cracked up. "I don't throw things!! Yeah I know what you mean....okay I promise I'll be in a much better mood today," I frowned, "Just don't mention one said neighbor okay?" "Neighbor? We have a neighbor?" She laughed, "No won't mention him for the life of me...the wanker...;wouldn't know a great woman if he sat on her....literally." We burst up laughing and have to end up holding our sides lying on the bed. As we wiped up the tears we got ready to head out for the day. No men would distract us today-it was just gonna be all girls day. Well, I could try to fool myself that I could leave his memory at the hotel but I was soon it find out that would be too hard. We took a cab to 5Th Ave. I so didn't want to go but did so for Missy. I figured she could make it up to me somewhere along the line and who knows I might have fun. The prices scared the hell out of me though-made me feel so freakin poor. The cab dropped us off in front of the Calvin Klein store. I frowned-Damn; around every corner was a reminder of him. I ignored the store hoping that Missy wouldn't remember that Marat fave boxer's were CK's [a/n: okay people he wears boxer's in my book]. I looked at Missy and she looks like she's just stepped into heaven-well; don't have to worry about her remembering the boxers now do I? She did want to go into Calvin Klein to look around. I figured if she remembered, that she wouldn't put me through this torture so I was sure then that she forgot. Oh well-deep breath-I could handle a few minutes. I did my best to ignore the muscular mannequins modeling the underwear with Ck written on them. It was so easy to imagine him in them it was killing me. And why did they have to lift the mannequins onto platforms so the underwear was right at eye level....so didn't help. I guess so customers could get a better view but all I could think about was if Marat was...ahem....in his skiveys at eyelevel.....hummm, made one think, very naughty that is. I tried to hide my face from Missy as I blushed, getting hot just thinking about it. 'Okay now remember you despise him, you cant stand him....oh but you love him so much....oh shut up already' Okay self talk was not helping at all either. Missy looked at me in my pain thinking it was because I didn't want to be here, "Girl, just pretend your rich and have a shitload of money burning a hole in your pocket." I smiled, "What are you talking about? It's always burning a hole in my pocket-don't need to be rich for that." She laughed as I pulled a dress off the rack and held it up to me. It had purple and white diagonal stripes with a diagonal hemline. I rolled my eyes, and prissed about with a hoity-toity voice, "This is So last year." We cracked up. I so hate purple. "See! You're getting the hang of it already." We left CK and I sighed with relief hoping we wouldn't go into a unisex shop for a while, and patting myself on the back for being able to distract myself from my naughty thoughts. I really didn't get into it (shopping that is) completely till we hit Vera Wang-I gasped and practically put my face against the window like a kid at a candy store. Oh, I was gonna be defenseless against this woman's work. I was staring at the most beautiful dress I laid eyes on....it was like the holy grail of dresses and it walked into my world. I hope I wasn't drooling. Missy smiled and pulled me into the store. I about screamed in delight as the first rack I came upon had the very dress in the window. It was so romantic yet sexy as hell. I froze and 'Awwhhed!' out loud. It was a black crocheted slip dress with a low front. I've always wanted a beautiful slip dress and now the perfect one materialized in front of me. This was so unfair....in freakin expensive Vera Wang of all places. (okay people email me or review me if you want to see the attachment and I'll email it too you-had to find perfect one-gonna be important later-Vera Wang didn't make it but oh well) "Girl your so gone...;its beautiful, you have to get it." She said as she pulled me closer to my temptation. "Well, don't just stare at it, grab it and try it on." I did. I came out of the dressing room showing Missy and twirling around in front of the mirror so I could see. "Imagine it with black slip-on pumps and it would be perfect." I said wondering what Marat's reaction would be if he saw me in this. Damn it Olivia-get him out of your mind. "You could kill in that dress and you'd probably destroy more than a few hearts in the process." Missy was way too nice. I had completely forgotten about my revenge plans with all this shopping but as I twirled around an evil look crossed my face-this outfit was the answer to my dilemma. Missy read me like a book. "Okay what are you thinking? Your up to something I can tell." I turned to smile at her. "Revenge, Sweet Revenge." She laughed and rolled her eyes, "You'll get it soon enough." I glanced down then at the price then and grabbed onto the wall gasping. "What? How much is it?" "3oo freakin dollars." I swear I couldn't breathe. "That's cheap for 5th Ave Olivia." "I know but holy cow." "That's what credit cards are for." "Maybe in your world but not mine." "I wish," Missy snorted. "Okay....I just have to get it....its like it was made for me." "Okay now you wish." She laughed and I gave her a dirty look. "Okay okay, but should I get it?" "Yes you wankerhead...I think I'd beat you up if you didn't." I smiled and went back to change. We went to several more stores: Helmut Lang (boring-all black or white&ldots;blah!), then Dolce and Gabbana (casual-preferred it over Lang), Gucci, etc. Missy bought two outfits at Dolce and Gabbana. The outfits looked really good on her. So did the hankies that came with the outfits. She looked so cute with her curls popping out from the hankie&ldots;I so could see her next to Andy with that outfit&ldots;perfect for his style. I decided to call her hankie-head for the rest of the day. At a late lunch I asked Missy if she liked to go to a Broadway play with me-not for sure if she liked them or not. "Omg, I love them;please tell me it will be a musical?" "I'm dying to see the Lion King but want to see Cabaret again really bad." "I saw Lion King already but so want to go back again;ohh what about a Shakespeare play?" "We have two weeks so maybe we could do it all;well all that we talked about that is&ldots;we will have a lot of time to fill in when not at a game." We laughed as we plan. I thought now would be the time to tell Missy about the kissy crap that had taken place, but I so didn't want to talk about it or anything to do with feelings crap. Oh swallow your wussiness and do it. "Miss?" I paused till I had her attention; "something happened last night and this morning with Marat that I haven't told you yet." "What happened? And why were you afraid to tell me?" "I wasn't afraid to tell you;just didn't want to talk about it and then you say you were right as usual." She grinned, "I'm right?!?! I so have to know now." "I wasn't alone in the pool last night;he was there and I didn't know it." Missy gasped. "He said that he didn't hear our Bruno conversation but wanted to know about it and was tempted to find out from Bruno if I didn't tell him." Missy gasped again. "He cornered me into an agreement;if I kissed him he wouldn't press the issue." I looked down. Missy screamed, "You Kissed Him?" the whole restaurant turned to us;now I was blushing. So was Missy. People laughed then resumed eating. "Yes I kissed him but we were interrupted by an employee saying the pool would be closing." I smiled then remembering the tent raising part. "I wanted to leave together but he said he had to stay and calm down first if you know what I mean." "You raised his tent?" Missy screamed aloud again. "Missy;if you don't stop that I swear the story ends." I said through clenched teeth. Through her laughter and tears she agreed. She so was not making matters better. Every person in the restaurant knew what our conversation was about now. "I left first then went back to my room. After talking to you at 3am I went to get me some chocolate so I went to the snack room. He took it upon himself to attack me, place me roughly against the wall to&ldots;as he put it&ldots;finish our interrupted kiss from earlier. The bastard then made that comment about me not being agreeable." Missy went into fits of laughter. I glared at her as people began to stare probably trying to listen in on purpose now. Amongst her laughter I talked aloud trying to figure it all out for myself. "But what I don't get is that if I'm not agreeable then why did he kiss me a second time, huh? He's such a toad, and he has gone too far this time&ldots;oh, why does my goat have to be gotten so easily&ldots;dang it all." Missy once in control of her laughter a bit, leaned over and loudly whispered, "Because your you and you won't change&ldots; Omg! He is so gone over you and you can't see it." "Missy he just likes to tease is all and he is really good at it. I enable the behavior because you know I detest being teased. It makes me so mad and I want to fight back, but it never works as they trap me and I become a basket case." "Especially if you are attracted to him too&ldots;otherwise you know it wouldn't bother you so much and you know it." "He's not attracted to me." I practically screamed at her. Then blushed as I realized people were staring again. Missy just gave me a dirty look. Then suddenly I heard a voice behind me. "Seems like you have that boy ensnared more than you think, dear," I turned to look in the face of a sweet looking grandma with thinning white hair. She was so small and looked even more so leaning over the booth to gain our attentions. I smiled at her, thanking her, then turned around, letting what both she and Missy said go in one ear and out the other. The were just meaning well and all, maybe even trying to get me to make some kind of move on him, but I knew differently than them&ldots;or at least thought I did. Missy was cracking up again about the granny speaking to me&ldots;she said it was fate speaking and I should listen. I think she was shocked by it and thought it as a sign or something that a complete stranger would think the same thing and not even know us. She started laughing then about how funny the lady had looked leaning over the booth, almost like a child. Well, glad that was over with. Once Missy got a hold of herself we headed off to a few more stores. I kept looking at my Vera Wang bag and thinking. What would I wear it for&ldots;and more specifically wondering if I should put it on before we got back to the hotel just in case&ldots;you know&ldots;a certain person might be in view? I didn't deny that I wanted his attentions but want I really wanted was him weak and in my power. I hated how he was always on top and I wanted on top for once&ldots;that of course could be taken more than one way but at the moment it had nothing to do with sex but who was in control&ldots;and I always had to have it. I tried not to grin mischievously as Missy kept giving me looks as if she was trying to figure me out-I tried to look innocent but don't think she was buying it. "Olivia, I think you should save the dress for your first date with Marat and not just to stun him walking through the hotel. You need the whole date to have him lusting after you." My mouth dropped as she laughed at me. "How'd you know? "Because you haven't been able to get him out of your head all day today. I didn't say anything because we promised not to talk about him, but he was present whether we wanted him to be or not." She shook her head as if irritated I couldn't let him go for one day. "And first date my ass. He's lucky he got to kiss me." "Actually I'm amazed that he hasn't went further because if he did you'd more than likely not fight him at all." I was gob smacked. "Oh don't think I didn't forget the Calvin Klein underwear that Marat wears&ldots;I wouldn't be the rabid fan that I am if I forgot that. You were eyeing it like it was Marat himself, and don't you deny it because I know your horny little mind. You want him more than you know and are just being too stubborn to see it&ldots;I so wish I could be there when he takes you down a notch and you end up confessing right to his face like a stammering fish or something." She leaned over laughing as if she could see it all in her mind. My mouth opened and closed like a fish till we got into the cab. What was happening to me? I had lost my wit as well as my mind&ldots;is that what love is or just lust? "I sooo will not be taken down a notch or two&ldots;he is the one who will be, remember?" "Oh yeah that," she said not too convincingly, "Well I think I have changed sides in that matter love." She sniffed the air, as if she had it all figured it out and I was still in the dark as usual. That Bastard&ldots;he was fooling one of my best friends that he liked me, then through her starting to fool me. I wouldn't have it. We'd only be here two weeks, and there was no way I was getting hurt by his need to have a woman as a sexual good luck charm in every town he went too. I decided that as we went though the hotel that if he were there I wouldn't see him at all. He'd be invisible to me. I didn't tell Missy what I planned to do-I just hoped no one i.e. Marat was around. What my stupid stubborn little brain didn't remember was that ignoring a man is only seen as a challenge to him...especially to men like Marat Safin.
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Post by Annie on Jun 28, 2005 16:25:34 GMT 3
a/n: Hey Buggeroos&ldots;thanks a bunch for reading &ldots;this is the eleventh chapter and it is still silly and stupid as ever but its all in good fun ppl so sit back enjoy and definitely don't bring your brain to this fic lol.
disclaimer: no ideas here so you get same drill&ldots;>says in dull voice< I don't own anything especially Marat Safin, Andy Roddick, or even Missypoo, and even me&ldots;I am my own figment of my own imaginations&ldots;>continues in evil whisper< marat is sitting at my feet as we speak begging me to finish with this chapter so I am free for other things&ldots;hey, just use your imaginations cuz I aint giving details people..>humph< would you? I doubt it&ldots;oh I must hurry and write the damn clarifications once again so I am free&ldots;for you know what >wink< Le Sigh (thanks liz) I soo wish&ldots; Chapter Eleven: Truth or Dare Bites! I breathed a sigh of relief as we entered the room with no sign of Marat or Andy. I giggled as I ran to the bathroom to try my dress on again. I twirled around several times then gave the mirror an evil look. I leaned on the counter letting one of my straps slip off my shoulders. I looked in the mirror as if it was Marat. "What was that again about not being attractive to the opposite sex?" I paused, "I thought so." I turn and walk away from my imaginary Marat all sexy and in control. Missy then knocked on the door causing me to jump out of my skin. "Who are you talking to in there wankerhead?" "Myself as usual." "You got the dress on? Let me see it again." I came out and showed off. "Good thing we stopped at that shoe store before we headed back here. The ensemble is perfect now." I ran to put the black slip-on heels on then went to mirror again. Much better! The shoes helped push my breasts out there more-as if I needed help in that area-but it was all about getting the attention and my puppies did the job. Lol. Once I got out of the dress, hanging it up (swear the dress has become a main character-sorry, just love it so much) we ordered pizza in-it was so freakin good-hadn't had pizza in a while, major withdraw. The rest of the evening we just stayed in, relaxing, and watching movies on the TV with our pajamas on. "Okay, let's play a game." Missy said during the commercials. Oh no, what was she up to. She switched her position to sit Indian style facing me from her bed, giving me a devious look. "What are you up to?" I said looking at her while staying on my stomach. "I'm bored&ldots;let's have a little fun." "Okay," I smiled. "Truth or dare!" "No way&ldots;we have a bad past experience with each other." "Time to conquer it then." "Fine&ldots;just be nice." "Okay, I'll go first." I rolled my eyes as I sat up to join her in Indian style. Her going first so didn't help that I didn't want to play at all. "Okay, truth or dare?" "Truth," Missy grinned. "Just how far did you and Andy really go?" Missy smiled-so easy-"He just kissed me that was it-he's a gentleman remember?" "Whatever." Missy took offence but dropped it easily because it was my turn. "Okay, your turn-truth or dare?" I knew that if I picked 'truth' it would be a Marat question. I wasn't sure what was the truth in that category and really didn't want to deal with it soooo&ldots;"Dare." Missy seemed a bit disappointed-I was right Ha. Then she smiled-Crap!! "Okay, this is gonna be fun." "For whom? You, you mean." "Yeah me! Hee hee." "What is it?" "You have to run from one end of the hallway to the other end." "What's the condition?" Knowing there was one and dreading it. "You have to do it in your bra and undies." "No way Jose." "Olivia you have to." "You'll lock me out of the room and I'll be stuck out there." She laughed, "No I won't&ldots;okay you can take a room key&ldots;that better?" "Let's wait till 1am&ldots;too busy right now." "No way, you cheat&ldots;now or suffer later. It's suppertime still, people will be gone or busy eating." Yeah right, way to cheer me Miss-Not Helping!! I walked over to the door and took my pajamas off, and put a room key in my bra. (Bras are such great pockets-don't cha think?) Anywho, Missy grabbed one of my love handles and I squealed. "Nice abs dear," Missy said. "Hey, your just as hot." I grabbed her love handle right back. We start tickling till we broke it off before we peed our pants. "Jesh, if the guys saw this right now we could make a fortune." "Oh yeah." (semi-stoled scene from Friends but such a good scene) Okay I opened the door-looked right and left down both hallways-it was clear. Missy giggled behind me. Marat's door was to the left so I decided to run to the right first. I ran down then came back; then going passed Marat's room&ldots;glad he hadn't come out yet to check what the noise was. On my way back, on the last lap to the room, I kept my eye on Marat's door-Almost past it. Missy was laughing her head off the whole time-not helping Miss-You're gonna get all the neighbors out here-I thought. I was so out of breathe and huffing and puffing hard. Almost past his door-Augh!! Too Late!!-I went crashing into him. His back hit the doorpost and he pulled me with him as we fell into his room on the floor. "Oww!!" we moaned in unison. Yeah, it was a softer landing for me but hell it still hurt. Marat had I assumed come to check out whatever noise it was and stepped right in front of me before I could step on the brakes. I'll never forget the look on his face when he saw me-shock and pure delight&ldots;The Bastard. "Are you okay?" I asked. Even though I was mad at him I still didn't want to be the cause of an injury&ldots;could hurt his tennis. "Yeah, what are you doing?" He looked at me in pure amusement. "None of your business." I stayed flat on his chest-looking straight into his face-no way was I giving him a free show. It also didn't help that I was out of breath and huffing and puffing on top of him. "Get your hands off me." I moved my hands up to my lower back and pulled his warm hands off my skin. He probably would get ideas with my heavy breathing-typical man. Missy showed up half-laughing, "Now who's the klutz?&ldots;You okay?" "I'm fine&ldots;not sure about him though." I knew she would throw that klutz thing back in my face. I held his hands at his side. "Kinky!!" He said, eyes twinkling. I gave him a dirty look. He turned to Missy, "Shut the door on your way out Missy&ldots;looks like we are gonna be busy for a while." "Missy don't you dare leave me." I squealed half-afraid she might and this was a set up or something. "Don't worry Hun, I got your back&ldots;No way this tiger is gonna get you." She laughed. Marat then half-growled, half-purred into my ear as my face was turned up to look at Missy. I closed my eyes and about lost it right then and there. Omg! He just purred in my ear&ldots;pull it together Olivia or you'll be asking Missy to leave next. His chest rumbled against mine and the vibrations sent quivers through my abdomen. Oh mother of all that is holy, help me! I couldn't turn back to him, so he continued to whisper in my ear, "Love, if your not gonna tell Missy to leave then why don't you get up before I do something about this situation, and when I do there's no going back." "No way am I getting up till you promise to keep your eyes closed." He pulled his hands free-oh no! I so wanted to play the 'silent/mad at you game' but this wasn't the moment. "Keep your hands to yourself bubba." He was so thoroughly enjoying himself-the smug wanker!! "And why should I close my eyes?" Missy giggled behind us enjoying the argument. I give him the death stare, "Because you're a gentleman." His hands began to inch closer. I was half afraid he'd roll over on me then he'd be in control&ldots;probably having too much fun at moment to do so. "Who ever told you that?" I grabbed his hands and tried to hold them down again. I had to make a decision fast. "Missy, step over us and cover his eyes." "He'll only pull my hands away." "Missy, I think Olivia is just stalling because she doesn't want to leave, what do you think?" Both Missy and I dropped our jaws. He turned to Missy, "By the way, why is a practically naked Olivia running down the hallway?" Missy said, "Truth or Dare." "And why wasn't I invited?" Before we could respond he turned back to me, "Do you plan on getting off me anytime soon?" Oh I had to take advantage of that request and somehow get a witty comeback in here somewhere-he was killing me here. "I figured you'd never let a woman on top&ldots;it's the 21st century, you know." Okay that was a bit weak, Olivia, couldn't you come up with something better? Little hard when you're pressed up against the full length of a man you dream about every night for several years. "Actually one of my fave positions is having the woman on top." He grinned at me, his eyes glowering with desire and amusement all at once. Missy gasped again. I glared at him-Damn him-I could never win against him&ldots;well I knew what to turn to when I was loosing&ldots;my body of course. Women around the world will always win with that card. "Fine, I'm leaving." I said straddling him, sitting up, with his eyes on me. Before I got up off him completely, I pulled the room key slowly out of my bra, in front of him for full effect. His eyes grew dark and the smile was gone in seconds with a hungry look to replace it. I so won, and even though I'd rather win with words this would have to do for now. I got up, smiled and walked around Missy to our room. Missy followed me all the way back while Marat got up quickly to peek around the door toward us. Before we were completely in the room I said, "We've seriously got to stop running into them all the time like this&ldots;I'm beginning to wonder who the stalkers really are in this hotel." Our door closed on a laughing Marat who was now in the hallway still trying to get a free show. No way was I going out of this room again tonight, I thought as I put my pajamas back on. That was seriously the most embarrassing thing I've ever done. "I don't know about you Ollie but I'm seriously turned on right at the moment&ldots;I wasn't even sitting on him, and my skin's on fire&ldots;please tell me you were so not immune to that purr&ldots;my god!!" "I think I'll be turned on for a full 24hours thanks to that wanker." Missy's laughter wouldn't stop-it only built to a fury as she rehashed the whole scene out loud. Well I was glad it amusing one of us. He aggravated me to no end and I think he knew it. Missy was right again&ldots;I was too easy&ldots;goat getting that is, not bed getting. One thing I did know was that the 'Truth or Dare' game was over in my book. And again it had given me an experience to be mortified over for the rest of my life. Close to bed time, Missy got the munchies. She turned to me, "Hun, go get us some chocolate&ldots;I'll pay&ldots;I don't want to move from this wonderful bed." "Ha! You think I'm going back out there again tonight forget it." Missy laughed at me. "At least you have clothes on this time." She laughed even harder amusing herself. "Yeah, but he's probably lurking in the snack room as usual waiting to pounce." "Oh, you love it and you know it." I stuck my tongue out at her and got into bed refusing. Missy sighed realizing she would have to get her own chocolate tonight. We laid in bed silent for a while. My brain was going full stop though and couldn't fall asleep. Missy broke the silence, evidently with something on her mind too. "I forgot to mention something Andy said last night&ldots;he said that he might want to go out tomorrow night again&ldots;all of us. Want to if he asks?" "Maybe, if I'm bored&ldots;you two should spend some time together with out me." "Oh come on Olivia, its not like we are dating&ldots;its to celebrate." "Okay now I really made up my mind&ldots;nope, sorry can't do it&ldots;not unless your going to celebrate in a strip club for women&ldots;" I started laughing, "Oh that's a good idea&ldots;we must do that while in town&ldots;never been to one of those before&ldots;want to?" Even in the dark I could tell she was rolling her eyes, "Girl you are so horny&ldots;I swear if you don't get laid soon your gonna explode." "Jesh, you sound like Kristin now&ldots;I'll be just fine thank you as long as I can get that purr out of my mind&ldots;remember dickschilder leads to vagina power&ldots;I don't need a man." Missy gasped and started laughing so hard she has to hold onto her sides. I soon joined in too till it hurts so much we have to stop or die. Sleep (aka the Sandman) comes swiftly as we really were tired from our shopping expedition&ldots;hey, shopping does that for me&ldots;not sure about you. My poor feet-Augh-you know a foot massage sounds divine-Hummmm&ldots;No, not very sexy&ldots;forget that idea. Lol. Clarifications: Dickschlider=okay I explained that this was missy's unfortunate nickname but I forgot to mention (with evil intent lol) that we also believed at one time that the word meant 'vaseline'&ldots;well we know now that it doesn't but still we have fun with it while it lasted&ldots;oh if you still don't get what I mean by 'dickschilder leads to vagina power' then heaven help you all cuz I am not&ldots;
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Post by Annie on Jun 28, 2005 16:30:44 GMT 3
{a/n}: Here is chapter 12 as you can plainly see…hope you all enjoy…I just want to reiterate that this was written last summer even tho its still not finished and is set two years in future from time of conception so that is 2004 …go forth and read…and omg I just realized that I have Pete Sampras retiring in 2003 and I wrote this in 2002 omg weird…see people wishes can come true hahaha!!! Disclaimer: Hey you know the drill…I own squat…I am bone dry for self entertainment in this category so…on with the show… Chapter Twelve: Surrounded by Schemers Another Tennis Day! It was the second round and third day of the tourney. Too bad Pete the hairy gorilla retired last year—I’d love to make fun of him and have it actually reach his hairy ears. Hee-hee…I’m so evil. I knew Missy would hate that so I kept it too my self. We woke to the sound of the alarm. It was playing one of my fave songs but I still groaned and smacked it off. “I so need a drink,” I groaned and I cuddled with my pillow. It so had to go on this trip with me…I needed the comforts of home if I was gonna be gone for over two weeks. Missy smirked, “At 8am?” I smiled at her from behind my pillow, “Yeah, it would give me a bit o’ courage to face the day after yesterday.” I wanted to banish what I had done in the hallway from my mind but all I could think was I hope that I hadn’t hurt him. Well physically I mean anyway. My stubborn mind retorted back to me ‘well, its his fault, he shouldn’t have rushed out in front of me like that…it wasn’t any of his business what was happening in the hallway.’ Jesh, I had to be stubborn about everything, didn’t I? Well anything having to do with Marat…yeah I did. Missy just shook her head. I continued, “Too bad we didn’t get a room with a bar in it—that would be fun.” “Yeah, too much.” I grinned mischievously, “You know, we still have Bruno eating out of our hands…what else we got to offer him?” “Please, tell me your kidding?” “Yeah, I’m kidding…poor kid.” In actuality I had been avoiding Bruno with the hope he wouldn’t remember the other promise…I wasn’t sure what would happen when we said no to that…would he hurt us? I doubt it but he would kick us out maybe. Wait a minute, if he came to claim the other thing we promised wouldn’t that mean he wanted it and do anything for it? Even if it meant by force? I wasn’t sure then. I mean sure he was a geek but even geeks could be violent. Oh I watch too many movies! I shook my head at my self and sighed as we started to get ready for the day. I stroked my dress in the closet—dreaming—before I headed to the shower. I so need help. As usual Andy’s match was early in the day and Marat’s was late afternoon. As we waited for Andy’s match to start, Missy cautiously brought the subject up about the t-shirts we were gonna make. “Yeah, I still want to make them. Maybe between match’s we could go get what picture we wanted on it then go order it. It might take a while to make—maybe a day or two depending.” “Oh, I know what else we could do…make t-shirts with our nicknames on it…you know like those ‘Britney tees’. Yours could say ‘Ollie”…what do you think mine should say?” “Good idea…that would be cute…I don’t know, maybe ‘Dickschilder’ hee hee, or ‘Missypoo’, or maybe even ‘Brunbo’.” I say laughing. “Ha, ha, very funny.” “No, that’s a good idea. We should do it and Oh, we could put them on those sporty 70’s style t-shirts with that sparkly plastic lettering they used back then…so cool…very tacky but I love them.” Missy rolls her eyes. “Your so weird.” “Yes, and you love me for it.” I crooned back at her. Missy just grinned. After Andy’s win in four sets we set off to find a t-shirt shop that would cater to our needs. It wasn’t too bad finding one; we just had to find a photo for them. I decided the best way to find a great photo of Marat was saving one on a disc from the Internet and then have Xerox co. print it off for us on photo quality paper. We went back to the hotel to get connected and pick them out. “Ollie, you know which one I want already…the beach/shower scene that was in Sports Illustrated, and you can’t have it.” “I know, I know and don’t want it so there. I think I want the ‘biting the net’ picture.” “If he sees you in that shirt with that picture, are you gonna tell him why you chose it for your shirt?” She laughed. “No, never! And neither are you…smug wanker would enjoy that way too much…no, I intend to avoid him as much as possible after my latest embarrassments.” “Oh, you loved every minute of it.” “You know this wasn’t how I planned or pictured this trip.” “Well, what did you expect with being on the same floor…at least he’ll never truly know about the Bruno thing and try to get us kicked out for being stalkers and blackmailers.” We then realized that we had very little time left to get back before the match started. We drove as fast as we could to the Xerox place and dropped off the disc explaining what we needed. They said it should be about half an hour. We knew that we’d be busy at a match and that by the time it was done that the place would be closed so we said we’d pick it up in the morning. We sped back to the Open grounds. Missy was driving like a manic as usual and cursing a lot for the millionth time about the crappy parking they had at the Open, and also not being able to find a good parking spot. I tried to remain calm—we didn’t both need to freak out. We eventually had to park far away and practically run to Court One—good thing we already had our tickets bought. As we got into the arena, we were stopped. Evidentially the match was in the middle of the first set already and we had to wait till a game was finished before we could find our seats. I was getting antsy already but tired from our run to the arena so I just chilled—angry with the guy who was keeping me from watching Marat play. Finally we got to go in, finding our seats as quick as possible. It was only second round so the arena had bald spots of empty seats. It angered me that so few people would want to see such a great player as Safin. It was like all his grand slam wins meant nothing to this bias country. I took a deep breath trying to let it go. Marat was playing Nalbandian today. He’d played against him many times in the past, with good results, so the only one who he could be defeated by was himself today. The past year and a half he had worked on his mental game and it could be seen in the results he had been having lately, but he would still have mental speed bumps every so often. I guess he still had to mix it up and make it interesting for his fans. He can’t get too predictable—the farknocker. Marat steamrolled into the third set. Halfway through the third set a familiar face came to sit on the other side of Missy. “Thought I’d find you two here.” He whispered. “Hi Andy.” We whispered back at him, feeling lucky that he had joined us in such a public tennis place. Oh great I probably would be on TV for all my friends and family to watch the drool cascading down my mouth. Not very attractive sight but hey Marat Safin was not but a few feet away in front of me and also in sleeping proximity too. Oh, I was gonna faint at that thought…I think the reality if it all finally hit me. We then looked back to a serving Marat, as Andy commented, “If he keeps playing like this I’m so losing to him in the fourth round.” “Fourth?” Missy said. “Yeah, my ranking dropped a bit since Roland Garros so I got a bad draw here.” “Have you played Marat before?” Missy continued with their conversation as I listened in while watching Marat. “Four times and he’s kicked my ass all but one and that was only due to an injury he had one of the times…but I don’t hold it against him.” He shrugged and grinned at Marat as if he shared a secret with him or something. “What are you friends or something?” I was almost completely tuning out their conversation till she asked that—my head swiveled so fast to Andy that I think I knocked my back out of place. I held my breathe in anticipation of his response. “I guess you could call it that…the US played Russia in the Davis Cup last year in April I think. Let’s just say we had a fun time out on the town the last night we were there. It was in Moscow and he was showing all his old haunts. He’s a cool guy. Since then anytime we are at a tourney at the same time we practice together and sometimes go out to celebrate.” Missy gasped and my mouth dropped. You know I usually pride myself on tennis knowledge on and off the court but damn if I was struck stupid by that. How the hell had that happened under my careful radar? “No way!” Missy was the first to get her voice back. No way could I respond. Andy laughed softly—good thing it was at the end of a point and the crowd was applauding. “Actually if he wins this match we planned on going out tonight to celebrate together…that’s why I invited you two along…sort of be our arm jewelry.” My eyes got huge and I looked back and forth between Marat and Andy, not sure what was going on, then my eyes narrowed thinking they were up to something. Missy laughed and turned to me on her other side, “Now you can’t say no to that invitation Ollie girl.” Before I responded Andy cut in. “No way Olivia, you have to come out with us…my boy will not like being third wheel at all.” He semi-laughed as if he caught me and there was no way out. “I guess I’ll have to now won’t I?’ I said through almost clenched teeth. I hated being forced to do something…always put me in a bad mood. I’m gonna kill Missy when I got my hands on her. Andy ignored my obvious tension. “Good…I was beginning to think you weren’t attracted to him or something.” I gave him the oddest look as if to say ‘Boy, have you been hit upside your head too many times as a child…of course he’s hot.’ Andy laughed, “Thought so…Marat’s a charmer…been trying to teach me a thing or two but don’t think it’s working at all.” Missy looked him dead in the eye, “It’s working on me.” Andy smiled and I rolled my eyes. Way to be mysterious Missy. My eyes drifted down to Marat. It was between points and he was sitting in his chair. My heart stopped as our eyes met. He smiled looking at all three of us. He gave a nod to Andy and Andy reciprocated. Damn why did I feel like I had just been set up. Men! Schemers—the whole lot of them. Jesh, I’m paranoid. Andy left soon seeing that Marat’s match was well under hand. We said goodbye as he said he’d call us later at the hotel. Once he was out of sight, Missy grabbed my leg and I jumped. “Missy, I can’t believe you did that.” “Sorry, I won’t touch your leg again…just too excited.” “Not that wanker…telling Andy that I wasn’t going. I was hoping we’d wait till the last moment, so he wouldn’t try to convince me other wise.” “Why? So you could actually get out of it?” She laughed. “Yes!” “No way.” “Were you scheming with Andy against me?” She smirked, “Your paranoid you know that…I’m completely innocent.” I dropped it but there was something about the way she said ‘innocent’ that made me think opposite. “Oh, come on Olivia…its Marat Safin, who we both have been dying to go out with for years, and you get the chance…not too sure what your beef is? Want me to take him of your hands and have both lover boys to myself?” I snorted, “He’d probably find some blond bimbo to fulfill his needs.” “Well with you there it won’t happen…just think if it as protecting the brunette legacy or something…okay that was stupid but dude its either you or some blonde bimbo and I know you’d rather die than see him with a blonde.” I smiled feeling like I was now on a mission…mission impossible…dum duh dum, “True…do I get to wear the strategic dress?” Missy shrugged, “If you consider this a first date…but its up to you really.” I knew that meant no and she wanted me to wait till he actually asked me himself, because there was no way I’d ask him. Hummm—I thought--I could come up with the balls to ask him myself. I’d have to think about that. As the crowd erupted over a beautifully placed drop shot by Marat, Missy grabbed my leg again. I jumped absorbed in thought. “What? Jesh, do you have to scare me like that?” “I just forgot that I don’t have an outfit for tonight.” She looked in shock. “Hun, what about your Dolce outfits?” “Too casual—must go shopping immediately after this match.” She was staring out into space. I waved my hand in front of her face to get her attention. “Hello Missy, come back to earth…those Dolce outfits will be great next to Andy.” “No, no…oh my goodness…if you don’t wear your black dress you have to get an outfit too.” I shrugged, as I didn’t care. Missy always worried about our threads and meanwhile I didn’t really care…being comfortable was the most important part to me. “No dimwit,” she said when my casual shrug, “this is your first outing with Marat and so help if your not gonna be spiffy along side me.” She gave the thin air in front of her an evil grin, “He won’t know whether to date you or eat you.” “Missy!!,” I said in shock, “fur shame.” Then I laughed, “Okay, okay, Marat’s almost done finishing off this dude then we can head out…just not to 5th Ave again or it will kill me.” “Fine with me…we’ll just find the nearest mall.” It was finally match point in the third. About time he finish off someone in three sets. We went to the edge of our seats then lean back with a small groan as he misses his first serve. Come on, Marat don’t lose it now. Second serve coming up—what a beaute—ended it with an ace. We jumped to our feet and applauded. Marat belted a ball into the stands with his racket and at the same time catching my eye and winking. I grinned at him—he won—I would have given him the world at that moment. I hate how he does that to me. It’s like a love/hate relationship or something…of course; those are the most passionate kinds. I smile wickedly at that thought. As he went to shake Nalbandian’s hand, Missy said, “Did you see him wink at you?” “I think it was for that stick of a blonde in front of me.” Hope I didn’t say that too loud…after all she was still in front of me…ah, who cares. “Owww!” I say grabbing onto my arm as we headed out of the arena. Missy had decided to punch me and then took off ahead of me to the exit irritated. I ran to catch up with her, “What?” “You just drive me crazy sometimes, that’s all.” “Okay he winked at me…happy? I was only joking. I figured he meant it for me…just didn’t want to presume.” Missy stopped huffing and slowed down. “Its just you gotta stop thinking your not attractive to guys Ollie, or at least stop thinking Marat couldn’t be attracted to you, when he is. That’s your problem, you know. You got to have an attitude that you’re sexy and wanted by all men even if it’s far from the truth. Guys seem to be drawn to that sexy confidence.” Then as if to give me an example she walked down the avenue between the food court and Court One as if she were a model. I laughed at her as she went to some table with several guys. “Hi boys…it’s really hot out here…mind if I have a drink?” She leaned over the table on her palms, pushing her breasts together nonchalantly. The guys practically fell over themselves to give her any drink she wanted. I stood back a few yards bent over in laughter. Missy took the nearest drink offered then sucked on the straw seductively as she took a long drink. “Thanks Boys, you’re a life saver,” she said as she wiped the cup with condensation on her exposed flesh above her tank top. The men’s mouths dropped and were frozen in time. It was when she turned away that several came after her for her number. She discreetly said she was taken but thanks, and strutted back to me like a model on a runway. I joined her wiping away my tears of laughter as we headed to the car lot. “I can’t believe your trying to give me a tutorial with men, that’s killer…Fine he’s attracted to me…satisfied??” I said between gasps for air as I had fallen into fits of laughter again. Missy was still to busy in strutting mode to laugh yet. “No, but it will do for now. At least you said it out loud—maybe it will sink into your thick skull eventually.” I rolled my eyes and Missy stayed in her ‘model/angry at me’ mode. We didn’t speak till we got to the car. As we sat down in the car and Missy started out of the car lot, I had to speak up. She was still simmering a bit at me and I hated awkward silences and people being mad me. “Okay he may be attracted to me but I’ve not had much experience with men even though I’m 26—jesh, I’m old—anyways, I don’t know the games or how to play them.” “You could’ve fooled me with all that flirting the past few days.” My mouth dropped open, “I so don’t know how to flirt.” “Ha! I think you majored in it in college.” I so wouldn’t win with her when she felt she was right, so I ignored her comment as we headed to the nearest mall. As we entered the Woodland Mall, Missy stopped me with a hand on my arm. She smiled taking in a big whiff, “Now this is my element.” I smiled at her, “Your nuts…come on, we don’t have much time before the guys call.” We took off the mall map to find out if our fave stores were here, then headed out. “Hey Miss, you will find the perfect thing at Vanity, let’s go there first.” “What you think I’m vain or something?” I laugh, “No, and that’s beside the point, hehehe…it’s a cool store called Vanity that has the most fab clothes…trust me.” It took her but 5 seconds in the store to turn up her nose and head back out. “This is way to close to beach wear, not for a crucial date like tonight.” I rolled my eyes and followed her out. “This isn’t a crucial date or even a double date…its just a celebration and if you call it a date one more time I swear I will hide myself till you have gone off with the two of them tonight.” “You are so fooling yourself girl if that’s all you think it is, but go right ahead and think that if it makes you feel better.” My stomach juices started to churn, hoping she was wrong…couldn’t handle that idea at all…it was one thing to be mad at him and play games but to actually go out together was completely different. I couldn’t give the normal femme fatale impression I was trying to give...why I was I had no idea. “Fine, I will, and I’m so not deluding myself…if he thinks this is a date then he has another thing coming.” I might as well have been talking to a wall for Missy’s eyes were affixed to a store window across the way. “Hello? Missy?” Too Late—the dress was reeling her in. I tagged along behind knowing there was no point trying to talk to her at all when she got like this. “Its beautiful, and I will be a goddess in it.” I looked at the white, off the shoulder dress thinking ‘yeah its beautiful but a little dressy for whatever the boys had planned.’ But that was the dress Missy wanted and she always got what she wanted except Marat that is. J Missy went to try the dress on and I trailed behind. She looked beautiful in it. “Love, you know what would make it better…a white headband, or hankie.” She stopped mid-twirl in front of the mirror, giving me an odd look; “You’ve got to be kidding me, right?” “Yeah, I am…” then whispered, “sort of.” Our tastes were really different…probably that transatlantic thing getting in the way again. Oh well, differences make the world go round, I guess. Missy bought it, not letting my reaction hinder her at all. At the cash register she turned to me, “What? You don’t think it will look good next to Andy?” “No, I think it will look great next to Andy and it looks good on you…very sexy…so just ignore me…don’t know what my problem is.” “I intend to.” She turned back to purchase her dress, “Now we just need to find me some strappys and I’ll be set.” We set off down the mall, going to several stores yet I couldn’t find anything, and we were running out of time. I froze, “Oh my goodness, Missy, you know what we forgot?” “What?” Matching bra and underwear set—just in case—you know.” Missy followed my gaze to the Victoria Secret Store. “Oh no you don’t…where do you think this night is gonna end up at anyway?” “Well you never know…especially if we drink to much.” Missy snorted, “You think your gonna get lucky with Marat? After all this “No, Missy, its not a date and I don’t want it to be referred as such’--now to-- ‘We need matching under wear…just in case’--Girl, I’ll never figure you out.” “I can’t help it… and no way is he gonna get lucky with me, fat chance,” then I turned to Missy and begged. “But at least we can go in this feeling our sexiest knowing they can never have us…lets do it for ourselves.” “You are so weird.” “Oh, you know you want to do it.” I said as she followed me into the store. “I can’t stand silk or lace though.”
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Post by Annie on Jun 28, 2005 16:31:38 GMT 3
“Well they have to have cotton matching sets. Don’t see how cotton will make you feel sexy but at least they will match.” Missy was shaking her head at me as we separated so we could accomplish the goal faster—after all me still had to find shoes and my dress still. I found my set pretty fast—a pushup black satin bra with thong underwear. I so hate thongs but then again never had any. Tonight probably wasn’t a good time to try something new—I’d probably have to leave in the middle of dinner to run to the bathroom, and take them off for relief then put them in my purse. That was an embarrassing moment waiting to happen. Well I was just gonna have to risk it because I wanted them for tonight. Once Missy found her a white set, then we were off again. We stopped in Escada and I finally found my dress. It was a 2 piece; Black short 2-layered flimsy skirt with a matching black with blue flowers flowing shirt—it had a low cut neckline—perfect for the push-up bra—I thought with an evil look on my face. It was dressy yet casual, and accessible if you know what I mean--*wink*. As we headed out, once more after finding our matching shoes, we stopped once more in front of a salon. We looked at each other like ‘why hadn’t we thought of that too.’ “You know that we so don’t have time for this but I’d love to have my hair styled for tonight.” “Yeah, I want to too, but the guys will be po’d.” “Lets’ call them from the salon and see if they are even ready yet.” While I jumped in the chair first, Missy called Andy. All I wanted was my hair put up and curled—shouldn’t take too long. It was Missy who would take forever because she wanted to straighten her hair. Once off the phone, Missy came over to sit in the salon chair next to mine. “He said we are fine—he figured we were typical girls and we’d need a few hours to get ready. As if!” she smiles as she rolled her eyes, “We are far from typical.” “That’s true but you love Andy even more for giving us this extra time with out even asking us, aren’t you?” I grinned at her. She giggled. “He might get lucky tonight after all.” I gasped as I looked at her in shock. “Missy!” “Well I’m all prepared now aren’t I with that bra set, might as well put it to use…just joking Ollie, who knows where the night will lead.” “Well one thing is true…we need to control the amount of alcohol we drink because as the poster says ‘Vodka!--lowering girls inhibitions for hundreds of years’…or something like that. This will be the test tonight.” Clarifications: Andy+Marat=no I don’t think they are friends in real life…but people come on this is fiction as in fictional as in made up and supposed to be fun so please already… Brunbo=dumb brunette…yeah unfortunately there is such a thing people though I shudder to think… Blonde bimbo=yeah I am brunette and yeah I have a thing about blondes, but hey its not like I don’t have blonde friends people…they know I love them…its just the ones that Marat chooses to hang out with I have issues with…they could care less about his tennis and that is what matters…having people there to support you, not be waiting till you are done playing tennis to jump your bones….though I have had the thought myself (evil grin)…that doesn’t mean he should have people on his side that have no idea what you do with a tennis racket…lol…that was harsh but hey you get my drift…
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Post by Annie on Jun 28, 2005 17:04:27 GMT 3
Chapter Thirteen: Part One: Blame It On The Thong! {a/n}: Hey people this is the longest chapter yet so I have cut it into two I am evil, and apparently its Missy's fave&ldots;but you all shall be the judge of that&ldots;very funny though if I do say so myself&ldots;and I do! There are gonna be at least three parts (or now four chapters) to this dinner we are having with the boys&ldots;wanted to make it special&ldots;or should I say full of fireworks&ldots;after all this is the girls first outing with them as 'dates'&ldots;well sort of but you have to read to find out&ldots; Disclaimer: Humm oh forget&ldots;I don't own Marat, Andy, or Missy&ldots;you know the drill&ldots; I made one last twirl in the mirror before Missy answered the door to our room. I so wanted to take a tranquilizer, not sure I could keep my supper down if I ate anything because I was so nervous. But a tranquilizer wouldn't make me a very interesting date now would it? I heard Andy say, "Whoa Missy you look killer tonight!" "As opposed to any other night?" she replied giving him guff. She cocked her headed at him, lifting an eyebrow, then laughed at his stuttering, "Boys, you look good enough to eat&ldots;and I bet you'd like that wouldn't you?" she winked at them. "Missy, don't give them any ideas." I yelled from the bathroom checking to make sure the thong was still in its proper place. "Get your bum out here and stop making Marat wait on you." Jesh, thanks Missy-now I was blushing. I entered the room, taking in a deep breath then releasing it. I froze once out side the bathroom, at the sight in front of me. We were all dressed up like we were going to prom or something, but the guys weren't wearing tuxes but suits. My eyes went straight to Marat. OMG! His presence completely dominated the room, and his dark suit completed the seducer ensemble. I felt weak and wanted to sink down on the bed but made myself lock my knees, smile and went to join them. Marat's gaze left Missy and Andy, sensing I was in the room. My eyes were only for him and I was able to see the complete reaction he had when he saw me. He was laughing from whatever they had been talking about but his smile slowly disappeared when he saw me approaching. It was like slow motion. He looked me up and down, and a look entered his eyes that was beyond words-but one word did come to mind-Tiger! I tried not to swallow nervously. I didn't want him to see I was anxious at all as he came forward to take my hand. "You are breathtaking tonight." His voice was low and soothing, and only for me, as he kissed my hand. His eyes never left mine and I was sinking in them. "Thank you." A voice in the back of my mind said, 'help missy.' I didn't have to wait to long for back up either. Missy gave Andy an odd look, "And just why didn't you kiss my hand?" she was teasing him but it helped pull me out of the pools of his eyes. Andy shrugged, "I'm American&ldots;can't help it." We turned to them and smiled. Missy put her hands on her hips in expectation of something. "Okay I give up, my queen." He went down on one knee, taking both of her hands and began to take turns kissing both of them, and in between kisses he would call her a pet name, "My sweet&ldots;my love&ldots;my dove&ldots;my queen." "Okay enough slave. You may rise." Missy was trying to make light of it but I could tell she was embarrassed even though she enjoyed it immensely. "Am I back in your good graces, my queen." Andy joked, putting her arm under his as we headed to the door. He was getting into character so well I wasn't sure he'd come out of it all night. He was so smitten I was gonna gag. Missy just smiled at him in response. "Thanks for coming tonight." Marat whispered to me not quite ready to leave yet. "I was happy to do it." Okay that was a lie but I didn't want him to know it drove me crazy, having to play the ice queen and yet at the same time want to serve him as a god, doing anything his heart commanded of me. That admission would never make the light of day. He laughed letting go of my hand he had been holding onto and caressing. I had been trying to ignore that fact as it was stirring a fire within me. He looked behind him to Andy, "Not from what I've heard from Andy." I blushed. Couldn't anything I said be kept a secret? I swear, people were getting way too interested in what I thought about things lately. Andy stopped at the door, and turned to address Marat, evidentially overhearing our conversation, "Yeah, I thought we'd have to drag her out on the town kicking and screaming." I shot Andy a dirty look, getting upset that they had been discussing me as such behind my back and flew past them to the door. Before I jerked open the door I heard Missy whisper, "Guys, are you trying to piss her off? Not good." I turned back to them, door handle in hand, and with a less than civil tongue said, "Are we going? Or are we gonna stand around and talk about me all night?" I opened the door and both guys went out first, with me not even meeting their eyes. Great how was I gonna handle the rest of the night if we weren't even out the door and I was ready to strangle someone. Missy followed the guys, her mouth wording out, "Behave!" in my direction. I whispered back, "I plan on it, if not provoked otherwise." I made sure the door was locked then joined them at the elevator, avoiding Marat as much as possible. I had the feeling that before night's end I would be pouncing on him literally, and more than likely it would be to maim and kill than kiss and make up. Missy on the other hand was having the time of her life, and in awe that she was standing in an elevator (or lift to you Europeans&ldots;lol) with Marat on one side and Andy on the other. Missy began to try and entice Andy to tell them our destination as Missy hated surprises and wanted to be ready for what ever lie ahead. I must admit I hated them to and ignored the churning that began in my stomach at the thought of what they had in store. As Andy and Missy quarreled between Marat and me, I wondered why I hadn't run away from Missy in the mall and take a taxi to a hiding place for the night. I'm such a wuss I thought; visibly shaking my head at my own wanton desires to run. I shook the thoughts as best as I could from my head and began to enjoy Andy and Missy's witty, if not sensual repartee, with each other. They were so amusing together; I hadn't the benefit of observing them much together before this night and was enjoying them so much a smile began to appear across my face. Missy saw it and gave me a non-verbal gesture that she was happy I was coming out of it. I gave her a fake grin as if to say 'don't expect too much girly because I feel like biting someone tonight and not in a gratifying way either.' I snuck a look at Marat who I had been avoiding. He was leaning against the elevator wall smirking at me like the carnivore he was. I gave him an irritated look, whilst my heart rate increased, and sticking with my semi smile I snap out, "What?" It grew deathly quiet, as Andy and Missy turned to look at us feeling the tension rise by my one spoken word. Even with my 2inch heels and him leaning against the wall, he still towered over me. I usually loved tall men but at the moment I hated every inch that he used to loom over me, and it began to fuel the fire. My smile quickly disappeared as he took more than the usual allotted time to respond. Andy and Missy stepped forward between us feeling a battle was about to ensue; and looked back and forth between us ready to intervene if need be. Marat looked the innocent as he said, "Oh nothing, just glad you came." The bastard couldn't even come up with a decent lie when need be. And if ever there was a time it was now when I was stoked in the fire. My eyes shot daggers, "You already expressed your enthusiasm over that little detail earlier, Mr. Fake Innocence! What are you smirking at?" He smiled and raised his hands in a guiltless defense, "Nothing, nothing at all." I could choke him, but Missy went in front of me saying, "Behave you two&ldots;we are gonna have fun tonight you hear? And you two aren't gonna give me any reason to treat you as two year olds because if I have to, then its no more mister-nice-Missy." Before we could respond the elevator doors opened and we shuffled out to the street to call a taxi. I was a bit confused by the taxi thing considering that the tournament usually gave players a car to drive during the tourney, but I figured they planned to get drunk. I wasn't sure if I was happy that they thought responsibly or upset that they would be trying to get us drunk too. Okay yeah I was assuming but they are men after all. Oh I really must shut my brain off tonight already. Missy, Andy and me shared the backseat while Marat sat in front to guide the cabbie. The sun was beginning to set and the city lights began to illuminate everywhere. I gazed forlornly out the window and tried not to stare at Marat's head, which was right in front of me. Every once in while he would stare out the window too and I couldn't help but gaze at his profile; with the desire rising to touch him again, his face, his lips. I was jolted out of my fantasy by a pinch on the arm, "Ow! You have a bad habit of hurting me you know that?" "And you have a bad habit of wandering off when people are trying to talk to you." I blushed hoping she hadn't seen me blatantly staring at Marat. "Sorry what did you say?" She leaned into me and half-whispered, "Just wondering if your trying to bore a hole through Marat's head or something. You do realize that staring never killed a man yet, in fact it might have the opposite affect dear." She said teasing. My blush deepened and I pinched Missy's leg. "Ow!" she screamed. "Don't say that so loud then." "I doubt he heard Missy, he's too involved with the scenery for some reason," Andy said giving Marat a look like he wanted to knock him upside the head. "Well that's a-okay by me." Missy snorted, "I'm sure it is." I gave her a dirty look and went back to looking out the window promising self that I wouldn't look at him again like that tonight if I could help it; well, at least not get caught red-handed next time I indulged in one of my fantasies. Missy rolled her eyes at me and turned to Andy and whispered, "I'm getting a bit tired of this sexual tension, what say we burst the bubble tonight huh?" Andy leaned into her also whispering, "What makes you think Marat won't try to burst the bubble himself&ldots;he's quite capable you know." "Because Ollie won't let him&ldots;she's using her anger to protect herself from rejection." "Well that's a inane thing to do when he wants to be all over her." I couldn't handle it any more; "Okay you two, stop whispering, your making me paranoid already." Missy turned to me, "We can whisper if we want to&ldots;" I shot her a deadly look, "Oh really, at the expense of my mood?" "Okay, chill just a sec and we will stop." She then turned back to Andy, "He does? Your sure?" "Yep." "Well we will give them one hour and then we pounce." "Good plan." I meanwhile, in my sour mood I turned away from Missy after yelling at her, to find Marat twisted around looking at me. At first I was in shock then quickly replaced it with a fake smile on to say 'all was well, and why was he looking at me'. Marat grinned back as if to say he knew better. I looked out the window ignoring him. He decided to give it up and turned to face the front. I could feel both Andy and Missy's eyes on us during the confrontation. "Okay I'd rather you be whispering than staring&ldots;go away." I say not looking away from the window. I ignored Marat's chuckle up in the front seat. I really should chill; he already knew that he frustrated me to no end so why was I letting him fuel my fire? Well tonight I was gonna prove him wrong&ldots;or at least try to anyway. I hated him always having the upper hand in things and damn it if tonight I wasn't gonna be the Queen of Witty Comebacks. Tonight I would reign. A sly smile spread over my face, reminding myself that if I didn't believe it as a fact, I was screwed from the beginning. Missy turned to whisper a warning to me, "Ollie, you better be in a good mood tonight. No ruining my fun with Andy tonight with your tantrums and hysterics&ldots;I'm setting my foot down now." I raised my eyebrows, "Oh you think so do you&ldots;I don't have tantrums as you call them&ldots;" Her eyes narrowed, "Oh yes you do." "No I don't and just for your information it will be a perfect evening darlin'&ldots;just perfect." I smile trying to convince her but not sure she bit the hook. I think she wanted to believe me so she let it go at that. Suddenly the cab took a sharp turn left toward the Hudson River and everyone piled on me. I half-screamed thinking they'd push me out the door. Marat thought fast though and locked both our doors before anything could happen. "Ugh, get off me you lugs, I'm getting squashed here." Missy and Andy moved to the other side to give me room but that didn't help my discomfort and I began to squirm awkwardly. The thong underwear had ridden to places unknown and I couldn't get them back in place with out flashing everybody. Missy gave me a dirty look as if to say calm down, we are off you already. I leaned over and whispered. "It's the thong, I lost it." Missy burst out laughing so hard that every one in the cab jumped. "Shhh!!" I say trying to calm her down but to no avail. Both boys wanted to be let in the joke and laugh to. "Missy so help me, if you do I will make tonight a living nightmare." Both boys changed their minds then, telling Missy that they didn't want to know and to keep it to herself. Missy protested, "But its so freakin hilarious." I reiterated giving my best death stare, "Living Nightmare, remember? I can do it too." She calmed down a bit but still laughing said, "Okay, okay I will&ldots;need some help?" she burst out laughing again and in-between fits of laughter said, "Maybe Marat can help you" that's when I pinched her leg again. "Ow!" she said and quit laughing to give me a dirty look. Marat turned, face full of innocence, "What did you need help with?" Well that sent Missy completely over the edge, and was collapsed and crying in Andy's lap. Andy looked at her like she was turning a bit nutty on him and not sure how to deal with her. "No, thanks Marat, I'm fine." I squirmed again as the thong bunched even tighter from another tight turn the taxi made, "But you can choke the cabbie for me as he is trying to kill me with his driving." Marat grinned, turned around and asked the driver to be careful on the turns. I was so focused on being uncomfortable with my thong that I forgot how carsick I get in the back seat when I don't pay attention to the road. I was starting to feel nauseous and moved closer to the front seat so I could look out the front window. Just another thing to blame Marat-for being in the front seat where I should be even though it wasn't his fault. Missy leaned forward to ask if I was okay and I said I was fine. Marat heard and turned to look at me, concern written on his face, "You look pale, sure your okay?' I smiled weakly, and lied, "Yeah, but are we almost there yet?" He flashed me his picture perfect smile and said, "Almost&ldots;just a few blocks." He pointed ahead to the river and a sense of dread filled me. I had an idea of where they were taking us now and my queasy stomach did flip-flops. I leaned back and groaned. As we neared the docks Missy burst out, "We are getting on a boat aren't we?" Andy grinned, "Yep, they have these yachts that give a river tour of the city and serve you dinner at the same time, so we thought you girls would enjoy that." Missy smiled, "Yeah, and its so romantic too." I rolled my eyes thinking hey what about my fear of boats here people. Hello! I didn't say anything out loud though. I figured I could handle it. I tried to alleviate my fears by reminding myself that these boats gave tours all the time and I hadn't heard of one where it sank and everyone aboard drowned. Yeah well there always was time for a first, a deep lingering voice yelled out to me. At the moment though I was too busy with a queasy stomach to worry about a boat yet. Death was far out of the picture when I thought about going from being carsick to a moving and rocking boat&ldots;who cared if I never found my thong again after that thought. As the taxi pulled up to the Athena's gangway, Marat hopped out to open my door while Missy and Andy exited on the other side of the taxi. Marat put his hand out waiting for me to take it. I did it without arguing and got out of the taxi. I could feel his eyes watching me as I tired to appear recovered from the ride. I wasn't sure I was doing such a good job, for as the taxi pulled away, and Andy and Missy came up behind us, my knees went weak for a second and I felt myself starting to fall. I never reached the ground however, as several hands in front and behind pulled me up and stabilized me. "Are you okay?" Marat asked. I nodded my head, "Just a bit nauseous&ldots;I get carsick easily. Thanks for catching me." "You should have said something and I would've given you the front seat." He seemed a bit angry with me. The hands behind me disappeared as Marat pulled me into him, steadying me with his body. I put a hand up on his chest as if to put some distance between us but it was the wrong move to make and my hand desired to explore his warmth some more. I pushed away to gain some control over the situation and started walking to and up the gangway. "I'm okay now&ldots;lets go." Marat was close behind, with Andy and Missy taking up the rear. "Ollie, we aren't in some hurry to get there, we can slow down till you get to feeling better." I ignored her as I hurried up the gangway. No way was I gonna inconvenience them because I wasn't feeling well. I could've mentioned the stupid car issue but I didn't and so I felt I should lie in the bed I had made for myself. I stopped at the top and addressed the man to whom we were to pay. I had planned on paying for some of this celebration thing tonight-after all it wasn't a date, so I pulled out money to give him only to have Marat yell at me to put it away. We started fighting right there in front of the man. "Marat this is not a date. I plan to pay for at least my part." "No your not, the guys invited so the guys pay." Marat wouldn't let me near the guy as he paid for us all, and physically led me onto the boat. I wanted to argue about this some more but felt if I did that I would throw up so I stopped. "Damn you." I said as I headed away from them to the open deck area in front of the boat. As I strode with all my might, with footsteps behind me, I heard Marat tell Andy to go ahead and find us all a good table and we'd be right in. I had the strong desire to yell at Missy that she better not leave me alone with him, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction plus it seemed a bit childish to even say that. Wait a minute, wasn't I acting like a child by taking off like this. No, my stupid pride yelled at me, you have a right to be angry. I kept walking toward the front still angry and nauseous. My anger was giving me some energy and stability back, but I felt it fading fast. I spied a few lounge chairs nearby and made my way quickly to them to lie down. I closed my eyes as I sunk backward-finding my center and breathing deeply. I think Marat was still angry too but when I lay down I felt his attitude change. "You lied&ldots;you're not okay." "Just let me lie down for 5-10 minutes and I'll be good as new. Though I'm not sure with my trading carsickness for my fear of boats." "May I join you?" "Sure," I said thinking that he would pull up another lounge chair near me, but looked up with annoyance when he plopped down next to me, facing me on my chair. I moved away to give him room but I couldn't move far and he just moved in closer so we were still touching. 'You fartknocker' I thought. "So your afraid of boats huh?" he seemed thoroughly amused by that idea. I gave him a dirty look, "Not boats really...more like drowning in one with no escape out or being tossed to sharks for lunch." He smiled and looked away as if to hide it. I sighed choosing to ignore him and looked up at the darkening sky. Amongst all my physical anguish I didn't notice how beautiful it was out here till now. "Wow, what a beautiful sky&ldots;didn't think New Yorkers ever saw it with all the smog." Even the uncomfortable disappearance of my thong couldn't steal the moment away. I was on a romantic boat tour with Marat literally by my side. The only problem was I was supposed to be mad at him. For a few seconds I had to actually rack my brain to remember why. Damn, I still can't remember-guess it meant it was something stupid like I usually get angry over. It was a good thing that Marat joined me in looking at the stars and skyline of the city so I could reorganize my thoughts. I just wish for once he could be serious with me and stop the teasing; I would so reciprocate in kind, I think anyway&ldots;
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Post by Annie on Jun 28, 2005 17:06:23 GMT 3
{a/n}: okay here is second part to first part with there being several other parts to come…yeah humour me people as I like to be odd…it should be my middle name…and Liz, sorry love, not giving into the fart for awhile, for I am stubborn and have strong will power (yeah right!!)…>wink< Disclaimer: I don’t own Marat, Andy, or Missy…you know the drill… Chapter Fourteen: Part Two: The Schemers Brainstorm Meanwhile Andy and Missy headed into the entrance of the restaurant to wait to be seated. Andy still hadn’t told Missy what kind of restaurant they would be headed to and there seemed to be no sign in the entry, but she did find something interesting to read and shared it with Andy. “Oh Holy Crikey! Look at that sign, Andy we have to do that.” Andy looked over and read a sign that said, ‘Karaoke at Midnight! Cash Prizes, Come Join Us and Sing Your Hearts Out!’ “Oh no you don’t. I can’t sing at all and not about to start now.” “You don’t have to sing silly, though you should because it really doesn’t matter whether you can sing or not with karaoke doofus, everyone sucks. No, I have a plan and karaoke will fit into it perfectly,” Missy paused to rubbed her palms together mysteriously, “Let’s just hope that Ollie will bite the hook and go along with it.” And evil grin appeared as she digested that thought. “You matchmaker you! Olivia will kill you…besides that’s not for a few hours and I thought you were only going to give her one hour.” “Oh I plan on it that…what you think I don’t have more than one trick up my sleeve? That is a dangerous assumption dear.” He grinned, “You scare me you know that…so glad your not trying to set me up. I think I’d die of embarrassment. Poor Olivia.” Missy laughed as Andy told the headwaiter that they needed a table for four. As he led them into the restaurant Missy explained her thinking to Andy, “You see the plan is to practically turn Olivia against me.” “Why would you want to do that?” “It wouldn’t be forever silly. You see, I would turn the tables so that Marat and Olivia would join up forces together against me.” “Wouldn’t that make them hate you?” “Well not entirely though just angry but that’s not the point.” Missy had to stop as the headwaiter had brought them to the table. He gave them menus, and said there waiter would be with them soon. Missy just grabbed one of the menus without looking at it, waiting for Andy to ask her what the point was, as she knew he would. “So what is the point?” Missy smiled at him. “The point is, dear Watson, that they are together. And together they shall be!” Missy said as a faraway look came into her eyes. Andy shook his head; “Like I said I’m glad you aren’t trying to set me up…I’d have to kill you in the end or something.” Missy came out of it right as the waiter approached. “Hallo, my name is Etienne and I will be your waiter tonight, are you still waiting for another party?” Andy spoke up, “Yes, we are but could we order some drinks till they get here?” “But of course.” Missy finally got a chance to glance at the menu while they had been chatting. An odd expression emerged on her face, as she eyed the menu, the waiter, and then Andy. “Mademoiselle, what would you like to drink?” The waiter asked. Missy was still in shock, but was able to mumble, “Jack and Coke.” Andy asked for the same giving Missy an odd look. Once the waiter disappeared, Missy hissed to Andy, “You didn’t tell me this was a seafood place?” “Why? That a problem?” “I hate seafood.” “All seafood?” “Yes!” “Well they have to have alternative stuff for people who are weird.” He laughed looking around on the menu. “I’m not weird, you are,” she said joining him in the hunt. “Here is a section on the back…look there.” “Okay.” She said as she flipped to it, while Andy sat back and began to ponder. “Wonder what’s going on out there with the two lovebirds?” “Olivia is probably whining or trying to stay as far away from Marat as humanly possible while Marat is inching closer and closer—trying to figure her out—which he won’t—I still haven’t done that and I’ve known her for over two years.” Missy shook her head at the weird complexity that was her friend Ollie. “Yeah, well give Marat time…he loves a challenge more than anything…and if I’m not mistaken I think Olivia will give him a run for his money, but in the end Marat will win.” Andy gave Missy a confident grin like they were fighting over which pony would win the race. “Oh you do, do you?” Missy said sarcastically, leaning toward him on the table. Andy leaned forward too, and smiled saying, “Yes, I do.” Missy leaned back and shrugged as if giving up, “Just seeing if your bluffing…your probably right…though I will never admit that on any other subject so don’t get used to it. Ollie can hold her own though…as a matter of fact she can hold out a long time, she’s so stubborn but in the end yeah…” she trailed off as if to say she agreed but wasn’t gonna admit it out loud again. Once was enough for his ego. “But what about us?” she gave him a playfully evil grin, hoping he’d bite the hook. He did but not at all like Missy was expecting. He became almost serious, taking her hand in his and began to caress it. “We already know what we want, don’t we?” he said looking into her eyes. Missy’s breath caught in her throat. Trying to keep things light-hearted, she cocked her brow and said, “Oh we do, do we?” Her brain was getting fuzzy on her from Andy gently caressing her hand, and she’d pretty soon give up her argument completely if he didn’t stop. “I just don’t see you as the kind of woman to play games is all…when you know what you want, you go after it.” Missy frowned and pulled her hand away. “Are you saying that Ollie is playing games with Marat and I’m not with you?” Andy immediately tried to rectify the situation, “No Miss, I wasn’t implying that at all.” “Well what are you trying to imply?” “Nothing, its just that its apparent she likes Marat, but keeps him at arms length as if to entice him further or something.” “She isn’t doing that at all, if anything its because she doesn’t trust herself with him...besides she is too angry at him most of the time to do that purposefully.” “Ah, but what is she always so angry about with him…she hardly knows him.” Missy shook her head as if to say ‘silly boys…they will never get it’ and besides she had to stick up for her Ollie, she was getting pushed around…it was time to turn the tables. “He teases her, eggs her on as if he enjoys getting her goat continually. He can’t have a serious conversation with her so what is she supposed to think?” “As if she would let him…so I see how it is…he has to make the first serious move?” he said in a tone that suggested ‘why do the men always have to do it first.’ “With Olivia yeah he does—she won’t take the risk, not for someone who’s just gonna play games with her and use her for awhile.” “I doubt that is what Marat is doing, but okay I will relay the message if that’s what you want.” “No, that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to show you that she’s not playing games with him and now that I have proven myself correctly again, you may relay the message.” She grinned at Andy. He just rolled his eyes like he’d never figure women out and wisely gave up, “So what are you going to order?” “I think the pasta dish, can’t remember the name but it looked good, and it’s the only thing natural on this menu.” She put the menu down in disgust as if it were the raw seafood it self. Andy just stuck out his tongue at her, and Missy reciprocated in kind. I looked away from the night sky to find Marat no longer looking up but studying me instead. “What?…and don’t say nothing either or you will get it so help me.” “Oh really? How?” He seemed completely ready and excited for whatever punishment lay ahead. I scowled at him, and he just laughed, “No, I was just thinking that Andy and Missy were up to something tonight, that’s all.” “Oh, like what?” I said. “Oh, like trying to get us together or something to that affect.” “Aren’t we already together since they are the other couple?” “I think they are going far beyond the call of duty, they feel is calling them to action, just to warn you so if anything happens you can be prepared and not let it affect you in any way possible.” He was teasing again and I preferred to ignore it. “I don’t plan on it.” I said nonchalantly. “Sure about that?” his eyes were twinkling, “With the way you’ve been acting the past few days I’d have thought you already were.” He grinned to high heaven, enjoying his ability to provoke me into a fight. “FYI, I wasn’t in the least bit affected…I just happened to be bothered by other matters and you just happened to be there to see my frustrations was all.” I shrugged my shoulders as if it didn’t matter that he bothered me or not, and looked away. “Well I see your beginning to feel better…your getting all feisty on me again.” Truly offended I turned to him, “Feisty?? I’m not a horse you know.” I snorted out. He died laughing and in between each chortle he said, “I’m well aware of that.” Then as I gave him a dirty look for laughing at me, he suddenly stopped, became sincere, and looked me dead in the eyes. I wanted to look away again, it was too intense, but felt it would be rude, and besides I was already drawn before a decision could be made anyway. “More than you know…in fact, I think quite the opposite.” I cocked an eyebrow at that. What the hell was opposite of a horse? He laughed, and then as if guessing what I was thinking said, “Well you’ll just have to figure that out on your own, are you about ready to head in?” I shook my head at him as if to say ‘what a nutcase’. “Yeah, I’m ready.” Marat jumped up and took my hand helping me off the lounge chair. Oh crap, moving reminded me of that darn thong. I tired not to grimace as I walked next to him toward the starboard of the boat. And of course that was when the boat decided to blow its horn and take off from the dock. I wasn’t steady enough as I was wearing those damn heels, but the fates had to add a boat into the mix. I wobbled and started falling toward the wall. “Whoa there,” Marat said as he caught me around the waist. He wasn’t able to catch him self either so we both started for a fall against the wall. He maneuvered him self around till he took most of the impact on his back and I landed against him. I grabbed on to his suit, breathing hard and trying to steady myself. “I seem to be making a habit of this don’t I? Sorry.” I said as I straightend back up and off him. “Don’t worry” He chuckled, “Not in your control at all…in fact, I think someone up there has plans of their own too.” He said glancing up at the sky, hands on my arms making sure I was indeed stable enough as the boat was still moving. I looked up at the night sky. What the hell is he talking about? UFO’s or something? I gave him an odd look. “The fates or a higher being or something.” He laughed at me, “What you don’t believe in it or should I say them?” “I suppose…just didn’t think you did is all.” He only smiled as we walked into the restaurant side by side. Once we spied Andy and Missy we separated; he went to the table and I to the bathroom to fix the damn thong, as I was calling it now. I thought about taking it off but thought better of it. This skirt was pretty short and just having a thong on was risky as it was. When I came out the music had started; they had a live jazz band and a dance floor near a small stage a few tables away from ours. Missy looked antsy as if she wanted to go dance but had been nailed to her seat. Very funny sight…trust me. “Ollie, its about time, you drown or something? We need to order so Andy and I can go dance.” She said as I sat down, then thrust a menu under my nose, “Look, seafood, I about died when I found out, but lucky for Andy’s bum I found something else to eat.” Andy gave her a dirty look and Missy returned it. I laughed and turned to Marat, “Looks like we will be the two adults tonight.” I said then realizing that I hadn’t been acting very much like an adult lately and knew Missy was gonna attack me. “Adults?” she shrieked, but couldn’t go any further for the waiter had arrived. She glowered at me, “saved by the waiter this time but not next time deario,” she whispered. The waiter introduced himself as Etienne and was about to mention the specials when I blurted out, “Etienne? That’s cool…I have a cat named Etienne.” If the waiter wasn’t hoity-toity before he definitely was now and looked extremely offended. “Cat? Did you say cat, mademoiselle?” He was trying really hard not to burst out further, but it began to show in his face as it began to turn several shades of red and purple. Missy giggled and the guys turned away smiling, as if not to embarrass the poor guy further. “Yes, my cat.” I said matter of factly—not embarrassed at all. “He’s very beautiful and a great breeder, too.” The guys burst out laughing at that. The poor waiter wasn’t sure what to do and started stammering out the specials, and finally halfway through we could understand what he was saying as he seemed to compose himself going through the routine of his job. Marat and I didn’t have as much time to consider our order so Andy and Missy went first. “I want the three cheese linguini, and a side salad.” Missy ordered, then Andy. “I’d like the lobster special and the soup of the day.” Missy gave Andy a odd look as if to say ‘jesh, that’s a lot…where you gonna put it on that scrawny body of yours.’ “I expand well,” Andy said explaining as he pulled some skin away from his ribs. “You’re a dork.” “Yeah, but tonight I’m your dork.” Missy rolled her eyes. “Unfortunately that is so true.” Missy acted all tortured while Andy laughed. I ignored them and ordered the lobster too seeing as I’ve never had it and wanted to try it. This was NY and I felt I should experience it to the fullest, besides we could have anything we wanted seeing as the guys paid for the tour and dinner all at once, so I didn’t feel guilty at all. “Would you like something to drink?” Etienne addressed me. “Vodka Collins.” Etienne then turned to Marat, as did I, curious to see what he would order. His appetites were world renown and I couldn’t wait to hear it. Before he turned to the waiter he addressed me, “Vodka, huh?” As if he was surprised then said to the waiter, “Yes, I’d like the escargot, salad, and I’ll have what the lady is having to drink.” He looked at me and smiled as he said the last part, then handed the menu to the waiter. I just cocked my eyebrow trying not to smile but felt one creeping across my face in spite of my efforts. Damn, the ice queen was melting…I would miss her so. I’m sure she would hang around for a while longer, it was just when she would show up that would surprise us all I think. “I usually have Vodka on the rocks, but thought I’d join you. I thought I knew all the Vodka drinks.” “It’s basically a Tom Collins but uses Vodka instead of Gin. I like it for the lime flavor...its my fave besides a fuzzy navel.” “Fuzzy navels, huh?” The way he said it I knew he wasn’t talking about the drink at all, but chose to ignore him trying not to blush. “Okay Andy love,” Missy said, “Let’s go dance.” “Okay darlin,” Andy said using a southern drawl, then hopping up to lead her to the dance floor. Thanks a lot Missy—I thought. I looked around the place, taking in for really the first time. It was already three-quarters full, mostly older couples, but there were a few young ones. Even though this was a French seafood place, it had a very 1930’s jazz club feel and I loved that. Even the waiters dress was retro 30’s a bit. The ambiance of the place was so sexy I was getting excited just being here in the midst of it. Marat brought me out of the clouds and back to the table by clearing his throat, and it also pointed out the fact that I was ignoring him. Poor baby I thought sarcastically. “They seem to be having fun out there…care to join them?” He grinned at me. “Sure I’d love to.” I put my hand in his as he led me out to the dance floor, his other hand at the small of my back. When we reached the dance floor he used the hand at my back to flip me around to face him. Oh, so he did know what he was doing. I gave him a look that I was impressed and shocked, as he just chuckled. The music was at such a pace that one had to dance close but not dance slowly. I was glad we weren’t the only couples on the floor and that it was at least half full, otherwise I’d feel even more nervous than I already did in Marat’s evidentially very capable arms. Where was the ice queen when I needed her…I was beginning to get worried about her—I would be way to vulnerable with out her and hated that. I so didn’t want him holding all the cards in this game at all—wasn’t it enough that he held me in his arms at the moment? Oh his arms…shouldn’t have even thought about them…to late. Now my whole body was aflame. Suddenly I felt a tapping on my shoulder. “Care to change partners?” I smiled at Missy, “Not at all, I’d love to see if Andy moves as well off the court as on.” Marat twirled me into Andy’s awaiting arms saying, “Just keep your paws where I can see them buster.” I shot Marat a dirty look as Andy chuckled, “Don’t worry I will...I wouldn’t want my arm to be broken…then you’d win the Open again and we can’t have that, now can we?” he said as he twirled me away before Marat could retaliate. Missy turned to Marat, “Marat,” she said as if she was addressing an old lover. “Missy, my girl,” he said playing along, and then grabbed her tightly to him, twirling her around the floor. Missy melted into him enjoying him, it would be one of the fewest chances, if ever again, that she would be in his arms and knew she had to take advantage of it. “How are you two love birds doing?” she asked almost regretting even asking, as it would bring the attention off her. He looked at her knowingly, “I know what you two are up too, you know, and you better be careful with Olivia or it could bite you in the ass and ruin this lovely evening,” he said looking around him. “Oh come on, I want her to get jealous, just so I can throw it back in her face that she actually likes you.” He chuckled, “You mean, she has no clue?” Missy snorted, “Oh she has every clue, she just won’t admit it out loud to anyone especially you.” Marat grinned, “Hummm.” “That’s why whatever happens tonight…and something will happen,” Missy grinned mischievously up at him, “Just play along and take her along with you.” “Oh, don’t worry…if I’m going down, she’s definitely going down with me.” “Good boy.” She said as Marat bent her over into a dip, her laughter floating around the dance floor.
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