DISCLAIMER: I do not own, the WWF, the WCW, the ECW or any of their performers.
DISTRIBUTION: Strictly for Flights
RATING: R
CONTENT: Sexual situations.
SPOILERS: None that I could imagine.
SUMMARY: Fantasy 3:16 was begging for a sequel.
NOTE: Still in the mood for some Rattlesnake action…
Miranda sat in her office, twirling a pen around her fingers, trying to make sense of the writ in front of her. It was a very basic separation agreement, the kind of thing she dealt with on a daily basis. But tonight, her eyes couldn't seem to focus. Figures and letters danced in front of her eyes and it all seemed like a complicated puzzle... a puzzle by far too complicated for her to deal with right now.
She put the pen down on the desk and stretched her long legs. Propping her elbow on the armchair, she put her chin in her hand and allowed herself to daydream. About him, again... for the millionth time.
She wanted to do like that chick from South Pacific and wash that man right out of her hair. But she couldn't do it... couldn't get away from her incredibly vivid fantasies of him.
In her mind's eye, she saw him making love to her on a beach, in a tent, on her desk, at the seedy bar, all over her condominium, on top of the Eiffel Tower, on the docks where he worked, everywhere. It drove her literally insane. Every moment of the day, she hoped he'd walk back into her life. But the case had ended three months ago, he'd gotten increased visitation rights with his daughter and since the last papers had been signed, she hadn't heard from him.
Every day, Miranda picked up his file and looked at his personal information, memorizing his work number, his home number, his home address. She was getting closer and closer to being a stalker. But she knew where her limits were. His number was on the quick dials of her cell and home phones but she'd never dialed them... something about maintaining control.
Steve waited for everyone to leave her office. Then he walked into the fancy office building and made his way to the security desk. He smiled at the guard. A burly man, one of those guys who'd probably brainwashed himself into thinking the large beer gut was attractive. And the goatee, which he knew looked damn good on him, looked like a lost tuft of black hair in his large florid face.
He was standing up now, trying to look tough and imposing in his black and grey rent-a-cop uniform, his gut flopping tightly through his cheap shirt over the waistband of his pants. Evidently, the poor idiot didn't know that some mustard had dripped over his clip on tie, completely eradicating any hold on his dignity.
"How can I help you?" he asked, his Long Island accent thick and syrupy.
"I'm here to see Miranda Chen. She's a lawyer for Goldstein and Heart."
"Miss Chen. I'll ring you up."
"Wait. It's a bit of a surprise. Do you have to announce me?"
"If I don't announce you, I gotta go upstairs with ya."
"That's okay."
"Let me just call the other security guard to take over the desk and I'll take you up there."
"Okay."
It took the other guard five minutes to get there and when he did, Steve did a double take. There were exactly alike, except for the stain on the tie... his was a ketchup stain.
"What the hell are you guys?" he asked as he stepped into the elevator with the mustard guard, "twins?"
"Hell no! Robbie's my little brother. He's two years younger."
Steve looked at the guy and shook his head in despair. Twins and the other one had keep all the brains.
"So Miss Chen huh? She's hot! Those legs man... wow! Make my little general come to attention."
"..."
Steve said nothing but waited for the bell to ding. He had a feeling that slugging out the security guard wouldn't endear him to her.
"So, you and Miss Chen... business or pleasure?"
"Business."
The business of making her live up to the fantasies he'd been having about her.
"Here we are," Robbie said, as the elevator doors swished open.
Steve followed him through the carpeted halls until they came to the closed door of Miranda's office, there was soft music playing... some old-fashioned Cats Stevens.
"Miss Chen?" Robbie's older brother asked, knocking on the door.
"Come in."
Steve closed his eyes. He hadn't been prepared for the onslaught of sultriness of her her voice... amazing!!!
"Yes Johnny?"
"There's someone here to see you."
"Do you know who it is?"
"It's me," Steve said, coming into the office.
"It's okay Johnny," she whispered, getting up, "I'll be fine."
Miranda and Steve looked at each other from across the room silently until Johnny closed the door shut.
"Hey counselor."
"Mr. Austin."
"Steve." He corrected her with a smile.
"Steve." She conceded.
"Miss Chen."
"Yes?"
She talked a good game but Steve knew he'd thrown her completely off by showing up. He could tell him from her wide eyes and the pulse beating on her neck. She was pretty much shocked out of her beautiful skin, which in his 1dreams was softer than silk.
"I missed you," he said.
"No you didn't."
"I didn't."
"No."
"And how the hell would you know?"
"You never called," she said, reproach in her voice.
"I didn't. Would you believe I lost the card?"
"Should I?"
"Yeah."
"All right, so I believe you."
Miranda sat back down and gestured for Steve to do the same. He shook his head from side to side.
"Nuh huh, that ain't gonna happen. Tonight, I'm going to sit next to ya, not across from ya, not anymore."
"Steve..."
But too late, he was already making his way around the desk and sat on it, looking straight at her, smiling as she avoided to look at him, making nice, neat stacks of her papers instead.
"Ain't ya even going to look at me sweetheart? I mean, you ain't seen me in a good long while."
"Two and a half months, ten weeks, 68 days."
"You been counting?" his golden brows shot up sharply.
"I've been counting."
"Does that mean you've been missing me?"
Miranda looked up at him and saw the smile and laughter in his eyes. And the lust and the desire. She looked away quickly and went on putting her papers away. Yeah, that's exactly what it means, she thought. I've been missing you like crazy.
"Hey, was I disturbing you?"
"Yes... well, no... not really. I was supposed to work on these separation papers but I can't focus."
"What's wrong?"
"Wrong? Well, I haven't been able to focus on anything for the last while."
"What's been bugging you?" he asked softly, smiling down at her.
"You!"
Miranda looked up at Steve and her eyes shone right at him. He was smiling.
"This is funny?" she asked, getting up, "my inner torment is funny to you?"
"Huh..."
"God damn it! This is just like a man! You come into my life, throw everything COMPLETELY out of whack and when I tell you about it, you smile smugly as if you're sooooooooo fucking proud of what you've done."
"I ain't happy you're upset but I'm kinda happy you missed me."
"I DID NOT MISS YOU!"
"Hell yeah you did! And you wanna know something else? You still want me... after all this time, you want me... you wanna sleep with me, you wanna fuck me, you want us to make love."
"..."
"And I want all of that too. My God, do you know what it's like to lie in bed EVERY NIGHT and dream about making love to someone and to wake up alone?"
"Steve..."
"It's fucking annoying! I'll tell you that much. Every night I dream about waking up with you. I don't have a normal morning erection anymore, I got a fucking hard on and it's your goddamn fault! You had my number, why the fuck didn't you call me?"
"Because... I was afraid. I thought you had just been playing with me that night."
"Playing with you, my ass! You think I do that kind of shit we did with just any woman?"
"I don't know..."
"I don't. I did that shit once. With you. And hell, I want you do see if your nipples are that coral color you told me they were that night."
"They aren't coral anymore," she whispered.
"What? Did you have them changed or something?"
"No... don't you remember everything I told you that night... especially about my nipples?"
He remembered her voice, sultry and sexy in the dark booth: "My nipples... they're coral when I'm not aroused but when I am... they get dark... almost brown, you know..." He looked at her.
"Almost brown?" he asked.
"Very much so."
"Show me."
Steve was in front of her desk, leaning forward, his eyes on her face. Miranda sat back in her comfortable leather chair and started to unbutton her pale pink shirt, her blue eyes on him. She slithered out of the shirt, letting it drop to the ground, revealing a coral bra.
"I've bought ten sets of coral underwear since I met you that night. I've been wearing them every day, just in case I might see you. I'm glad I kept that little habit up."
"Take the damn thing off," he bit out, rounding the desk and coming to stand in front of her.
"Ask and ye shall receive."
Miranda undid the clasp at her back and the cups eased around her full breasts. Steve looked at the straps hanging loosely on her shoulders and his fingers itched to rip it off her body. But then Miranda did the unexpected and covered her breasts under the cups. She then shook her shoulders and the bra slid along her arms, off her still-covered breasts.
"Miranda..."
"Yes."
"Your hands... take them off... please... let me see."
"Why?"
"Because I want to feast on them."
"Feast on them? By all means, feed," Miranda said, putting her hands on her hips.
Steve was on her life a man starved for food. His lips and tongue swirled all around her now dark brown peaks, pulling them into his mouth, laving them until her knees weakened. When they did, her fingers tightened into the soft cotton of his dark blue polo shirt as his arms wound their way around her delicate waist, pulling her to him. He finally straightened his head and looked up at her.
"You taste as good as you look and babe, you look fantastic."
"Thanks."
"But now, I wanna taste you babe... your mouth."
Miranda opened her mouth and looked up at Steve and stuck out her tongue, licking her lips.
"Only when I see your belly button."
"My what?"
"Is it an innie or an outtie? I've been dying to know."
Steve chuckled and Miranda pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his tan trousers. She raised it past his stomach and held it there, looking at his belly buttom, licking her lips again, making her pink lips look that much pinker.
"An innie," she smiled. "It's an innie... That was the last thing I needed to complete my fantasies about you."
"You been having fantasies about me?"
"Yeah... but I couldn't know if you were an innie or an outtie?"
"So now that you know, what are you... Fucking hell!"
Miranda knelt in front of him and pressed her lips to his stomach, placing fluttery kisses all over his stomach, feeling it tighten under her lips as he breathed in and out sharply. Finally, her mouth settled on the hollow of his belly button and sent her tongue in.
"GOD DAMN IT!!!"
Steve stumbled back until he was leaning against the desk, Miranda on her knees in front of him, making love to his belly button in such an arousing fashion... no one had ever touched that particular part of his body in that way.
"All right, all right," he said, "get up, get up!"
"But Steve... I'm just getting warmed up."
"Babe, I'm already burning hot and if I wait any longer, I'm going to crash and burn before I can finish what we both started."
"Then by all means," she whispered, standing up, "let's do everything we can to stop that from happening."
Miranda straightened and looked at Steve as she raised up her skirt along her legs, showing him her thigh-hick black stockings, and her coral thong.
Steve dragged her to the plush leather couch she usually used to calm down her more irate clients and sat down. He left her standing there and looked up at her, smiling.
"Should I take off my pants or should you?"
"You do it... I took off my bra and your top... the rest of this deal is yours."
"Fine," Steve said, sliding the pants down his legs, showing her his larger-than-life erection.
"Nice... how about my panties?"
"Come here."
Miranda carefully straddled his large thighs and sat down, effectively trapping his hard-on between their stomachs.
"That's nice," he whispered, cupping her breasts in his hands, "that's very nice."
"Let's make it nicer."
Miranda slid her crotch to the side and got up on her knees before sinking down, biting into her lip. Steve swore and wrapped his hand around her neck, pulling his mouth to her in a bruising kiss. Her lips met his willingly and her tongue battled with his, twining around it, at times sucking on it gently, them more brutally, driven by more animalistic drives. All the while, she pumped herself up and down and he moved with her, meeting all of her thrusts. She threw her head back, specially when he started to grind his hips, eliciting thrilling contact with the nub of her sensitive clitoris.
"Oh Steve," she gasped.
"Baby... you're so tight... tight for me... it's so good... so fucking good."
Unable to answer, Miranda ran her hands over his head, finding it to be smoother than anything she could have ever imagined.
Her first orgasm made her close her eyes and send a silent prayer to the god who had brought him to her, namely his incompetent first lawyer.
Steve felt her first orgasm. He grinned, thinking of Johnny who'd pay serious cash to be in his shoes.
Her second one made her thank all the women who'd allowed him to perfect his technique.
Steve felt the increased lubrication of her second orgasm and slowed down his pace... he wanted to drive her completely insane.
Her third orgasm had Miranda sinking her long nails into Steve's head as she cried out hoarsely, throwing her head back at the power of her pleasure.
Steve felt that orgasm and the throbs of her inner walls made him go over the edge.
Miranda was lying on the couch, her leg thrown over his hip, his arm over her waist, her long hair loose over the edge of the couch cushion, almost trailing to the ground.
"You're one hell of a fuck," she whispered.
"Yeah, I am. But I have to give credit where it's due. You're one terrific lay."
"Thanks."
"So, tell me something, this guy Andrew? Your fiancé... what about him?"
"He got tired."
"Of you? What is he? Crazy?"
"No... but how would you feel if I cried out his name just then, instead of yours?"
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh. That kind of ended it for us."
"Well, I ain't sorry."
"Good. Neither am I."
"Good, cause now, you're fucking mine."
The feminist in Miranda bristled at that but the romantic in her shrugged it off. There was something about being Steve's that was just too good to miss.