Can I Sit Next To You Girl?

[impala]

She felt his eyes looking up at her, studying her, from the corner of her eye she watched as his large hands held the pencil with such precision. Usually someone scrutinizing her so deeply would leave her feeling uncomfortable, she would've shooed him away, told him to stop drawing but with Cole she felt free - unjudged to be more precise.

"Ah came to Charming cos of Chibs and the Sons, thought it would be a good base to start looking for my brother, and I'm currently here cos of the same reason, although at the moment I don't seem to be doing a very good job of finding anyone." She snickered, and took another large gulp.

As he begun to tell her about his background, she listened with intent for some reason geniunely interested in what he had to say. When he pulled up his shirt to reveal the mean looking scar that ran rampant across his torso she resisted an over whelming urge to extend her long fingers and run a gentle line across the puckered edges. When the topic went to his mother her stomach dropped for him, she shouldn't have been so nosy, making him dredge up his past and his losses.

Man you're a dick sometimes Bailey!

He showed her the picture of his mother and she felt even more terrible for making him remember her, but his talent was so beautiful that the woman on the page seemed to come alive. When he slid her another piece of paper she opened it hestitantly - it was her, and it was beauitful, not because she was, but because that was how he'd drawn her. Her heart leapt in her throat, Cole began to change the subject but she wasn't listening and before she could stop herself she gently eased her hand across the table and intertwined her fingers with his, catching his eye she whispered. "I'm really, truly sorry about your mum."

[cole]

"Well you found me and we can start looking in the morning after breakfast. Vegas is a big place but there aren't honestly that many places he could go", he crushed his cigarette into the ash tray and filled his cup again. He saw the way she stared at his scar, probably the same thing everyone else always thought.

Oh you're lucky to be alive... that looks bad... did it hurt?

It was always the same stupid comments but Cole was used to them. He took another drink as he looked at the picture of his mother. He didn't know why he kept it, the woman was dead and that was it.

"I'm sorry if it's not that great, I don't think I got your eyes just right. I've never been able to show the life behind them if that makes sense", he watched as her hand made it's way across the table to wrap her fingers in his. He couldn't remember the last time someone had done that to try and comfort him. Her thin fingers were warm in his hand, he didn't know what to say to her. He pulled his hand from her's and cradled his glass in both hands.

"I'm not, she got knocked up as a teen and didn't want anything to do with me. She was to worried about living her life and would've been happier if I wasn't around", he slammed his drink back and poured another which he finished just as quickly. He didn't know how to change the subject now, he felt bad about basically blowing off her gesture of kindness but he hadn't gotten where he was by being nice with people.

"Where'd you hear your brother was last?", he didn't know what he was thinking by trying to get personal with this girl. He was here on a job and had to keep his head in the game. He closed her notebook and slid it back to her. He looked at the bottle and saw it was getting close to done. He'd always had a hard time getting a buzz when he brought up his past.

Years of doing harder junk, he'd always joked with himself.

"I'm still game for a porn if you want. I think they have Star Whores playing."

[impala]

She clenched her jaw against the rejection, she herself didn't know how she'd meant it to come across but it had felt like the right thing to do at the time. But now she wished she hadn't let her usual gaurd down, he was just like any other guy at a club and she should've treated him as such. It wasn't his fault it had been hers, she knew the score yet she wasn't playing the right game.

"Ah not a clue, but never mind, I'll find him he's my blood right, part of me.... somehow I'll find him, " she sighed deeply, and closed her eyes briefly, she could feel a head ache coming along, "you can go in the morning, I feel bad enough making you stay in some shitty hotel cos of my family dramas." She wasn't guna force this Prospect to stay, she was no damnsel in distress, she was capable and resiliant, she'd gotten this far all by her wee lonesome.

"I'll call Chibs in the morning get him to sort it, I'm sorry you had to come at all." Getting up she left his drawing of her on the table, anchoring it in place with her glass. Taking back her notebook she headed towards her bag and door to the adjoining room.

"No porn for me tonight," she said, opening the door and crossing the threshold befor turning back for one last comment.

"Just you and your hand tonight I guess." She grinned wildly, and then gently shut the door between them.

[cole]

Cole felt bad about rejecting her like that but he'd never been good about letting anyone in. He knew she'd had good intentions but he'd basically told her to go stuff it.

"Don't be this place is nicer than my old apartment. Besides it's nice to get away from the clubhouse for a little while", he knew that he couldn't leave anyway. If he showed up and told them she was still in Vegas alone he'd be dead meat.

"I'm staying whether you like it or not and if you call your uncle then you've basically ended my chance of becoming a Son", he got up from the table as she did. He had an unorthodox upbringing but manners were always hammered into him at home. He watched as she set her glass down on the picture he'd done. He didn't know how he felt about that as she walked into her room and shut the door.

"If you change your mind about that, feel free to come in any time", he called through the door. He gripped the edges of the door frame and rested his forehead against the door.

Good job dick, she was trying to be nice and now you ruined it, his conscience scolded him. He turned back to the table and finished his glass and rinsed them in the bathroom sink. He took one last long pull of the bottle before closing it and stripping off his clothes and pulling on a pair of shorts. He did his nightly work out minus the weights and took a shower before turning everything off and getting into bed in just his jockeys like he usually did.

"God I'm such a dumb ass. She probably thinks I'm the world's biggest ass", Cole said quietly to the dark room. He tried to listen for any sign that she was still awake or worse on the phone. He hardly slept that night and ended up getting up at seven and going down the street to grab an assortment of donuts and breakfast stuff along with coffee and a bunch of creams and sugars. He also grabbed some aspirin for Bailey when she woke up. He knew the whiskey was going to be kicking her ass when she woke up. It was almost eight thirty when he got back to his room.

"Knock, knock, breakfast is on the table sleepy head. Get your butt up and let's get to work", he slipped his shoulder holster and cut on since he'd left 'em off when he had gone out for breakfast. He didn't know what she liked so he grabbed donuts, bagels, muffins and different stuff for her. He thought he heard movement in her room but he ignored it and turned the TV on to watch the news.

[impala]

She hated him for staying, wishing he'd just piss off back to the Sons lie to them and pretend he'd done his job. He was hanging around only for his benefit in order to get in their good books and for a moment the club and her uncle felt more like a negative than a positive.

She resisted the urge the yank open the door and slap the smirk that was probably playing across his features. She'd taken it like a man hadn't she, unlike most woman she hadn't pouted or moaned or kept on presisting like some dumb whore. She took the rejection and had even offered him freedom and a little joke but now he was pushing it, pushing her. She grabbed for the pillows, scooped them up with a growing rage and belted them across the room - she knew they wouldn't make a sound, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Next the duvet was thrown and lastly the sheets were ripped with a throbbing force until the bed was just as naked as she felt.

Going to the bathroom, she washed the make up off her face and ignored the image looking back at her from within the mirror. Undressing, she realised too late that she hadn't packed any night clothes, they were in a heap back at the Charming motel.

Icing on the friggin' cake

Stripping down to her bra and panties, she admitted defeat and pulled the duvet and a pillow from up off the floor, curling it around her and wishing she wasn't Bailey at all, anymore.

The next day she was woken by the sound of his voice, she was instantly pissed and also hung over which made her even less tolerant. And then a bright idea struck her, quick as she could she packed up her things, got dressed in last nights clothes and headed for the door.

Sorry Prospect I don't need no baby sitter!

Having her keys ready in her hands and her duffle slung over her shoulder, she realised with a groan that she'd have to duck past his window in order to get to the Chevy.

"Great here goes nothing." She whispered to herself.

[cole]

Cole hadn't heard anything for a few minutes and decided to knock on her door again. He got up and tapped on the door gently to see if she was up.

"Bailey? I'm sorry about last night, can you just come over and have breakfast with me so we can talk", he put his ear to the door but didn't hear anything. She was either still asleep or she was in the shower. He considered going in and decided if it was either he could just walk out and pretend he was never in her room.

"Are we all decent?", he opened the door and it looked like the room had been hit by a twister. He looked all over the room to see what could've happened. He didn't see her anywhere in the room and checked to see the bathroom which was just as empty. He turned and realized her bag was gone as well. He went to her door and opened it to see if her car was still there. Instead he saw her on her hands and knees trying to crawl past his room's window.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what are you doing on your hands and knees like that?", he tried to hide his grin but couldn't. He figured she'd be pissed after last night but there was no way on god's green earth that he was going to miss that opportunity to make a remark. He walked over and grabbed her bag and put it over his shoulder.

"I sincerely hope you weren't planning on leaving me so soon", he held out his free hand to help her up off the ground.

[impala]

She heard the door open and for a brief moment considered taking off for it, she was pretty fast when she wanted to be, but it was too late she heard his foosteps and his mocking voice and she knew it was over.

God damn you!

On top of that she was in the most unflattering position, the dress was probably short enough that bent over the way she was her ass cheeks were probably hanging out for all to see.

Good on you Bailey, mental note, start wearing freaking jeans from now on!

She felt as her bag was lifted away from her and she resisted the childish urge to snatch it back. Screw him, screw his weird contradictory manner. It was ok for him to be a cliche'd gentleman standing up when she left the table and all that crap, but as soon as she became the cliche'd female who was too soft and caring it's thrown back in her face. Well fuck it, she hadn't meant to be clinging, she hadn't meant anything by it she was trying to be a decent human being, when had that become a crime?

"Well this is extremely awkward," she half joked, not taking his hand as she got to her feet - it was childish but she no longer cared.

"And you don't need to keep doing that, I'm not some baby or some prissy little girl, look at me," she motioned at her body "obviously just by looking at me you know I can take care of myself, I've been doing quite a stand up job without you!"

She took a determined step foreward, brushing past his shoulder "see you later, Prospect, sorry for what I did last night."

[cole]

Cole squeezed the open hand into a fist as he realized she wouldn't be taking it. He didn't care if she wanted to be stubborn, he was trying to make amends and she was giving him a hard time about it.

"Awkward for you maybe, if I had to give it a score it'd be a solid ten for what you got going on", he was trying to get her mood up. He could see it in her eyes that she was angry at him and from the way she squinted away from the sun had a headache on top of it.

"Well excuse me for having manners. I'm sorry that the one thing my mother, the one you felt so sorry about last night, did teach me was how to treat a lady. So get off your high horse and stop acting like I'm some trashy, loser. I don't care if you can take care of yourself without me, you have no idea what kind of people are out there that want to hurt this club and anyone associated with us. You don't think everyone of our enemies know who you are?", he felt his temper rising, something which almost never happened. This girl really had a way of getting under his skin and nobody else had ever done that to him.

"You're not going anywhere", he grabbed her arm gently but firmly and pulled her back. He stooped a little bit and wrapped his arm around her bare legs just under her bottom and lifted her up effortlessly. He grabbed her bag and carried both to his room. He tossed the bag next to his and shut the door behind him. He dropped her on the bed and turned to lock the door to his room and the door that went to her's. He grabbed one of the table chairs and pulled it to the edge of the bed so that he sat right in front of Bailey.

"Listen I'm sorry for how I acted last night. I didn't mean to be such an ass to you. I know I'm here because I was told to and if I screw up I lose everything. I don't want you to think that's the only reason I'm staying though", he stopped himself before he really put his foot in his mouth. He didn't know what to think with this girl. Any other chick in his life was just there but she was in his head.

"Let's talk and have something to eat. I even picked you up some aspirin", he grabbed the bottle of pain relievers and held it out to her.

"And if you call me prospect one more time, I'm going to make every minute you're around a living hell."

[impala]

She struggled, boy did she struggle but it was no use, it seemed he was even more determined to do his job then she was to get free. And what was worse was that he'd now keep a eagle eye on her, watching as her shame spread across her like a disease.

When he dumped her on the bed, she felt the uprising of a wild rage, who the hell did this guy think he was. Jesus it felt like a "me Tarzan, you Jane" sorta moment or worse a crappy porno. When he pulled the chair up beside her she ignored the desperate urge to kick him straight in the face, hadn't he burned her enough did he now have to treat her like a child while rejecting her as a woman?

She took the packet but flung it to the side of the bed, "I don't need your pity and it's not your fault Cole," she murmered, utterly dejected now, devoid of any emotion, "it's all my fault, couldn't help myself, I know you're only hear for a job you don't need to try and pretend, trust me, I get it."

She pulled her legs up on the bed, brought them up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "You can't keep me locked in here and you can't watch me 24/7 either. I need to find my brother, he's all I've got, all I've ever had and I've been alone for so long, I...." she trailed off, sighing deeply.

Suddenly her anger was back, once again she was snivelling like a little bitch in front of this dude, man she was losing her street cred and fast. She leapt of the bed, bringing herself to her full height.

"I'm going, you can't stop me, you can hit and boy you better fucking hit me good if you're going to stop me." She challenged, spreading her arms wide as if to say, 'do it'.

[cole]

Cole rubbed his eyes when she threw that packet away. He was seriously trying to be civil and she wasn't helping any.

"I'm not giving you my pity, I'm trying to be a nice freakin guy alright? It's not your fault and I don't want to treat you like a job. I want to be able to help you, I swear", he felt even worse that it was because of him that she was becoming so miserable.

"I don't want to keep you locked in here. I want to help you find your brother. If I had someone out there that was missing I'd be doing my damnedest to find them too", he wanted to reach out and hold her hand or try and do something to comfort her.

He was about to reach out a comforting hand when she leapt up in front of him. He groaned quietly knowing that there was no way he was getting out of this without a fight or looking like a bitch. And there was no way the second one was happening.

He tossed his cut and holster on the bed behind her and stood up. He was still taller than her and knew that he could take her down if he really wanted to. Just the way she was standing with her arms spread was a rookie mistake. He snapped her wrists in an iron embrace and quickly pushed her up against the wall. He hoped it'd knock the breath out of her and make her lose the want to fight. He pressed his body hard against her's and pushed his leg up between both of her's so she wouldn't be able to bring her knee up to hit him. Their faces were barely two inches from each other. To anyone outside it'd look like they were locked in a passionate embrace but he didn't feel like having her break his nose with a head butt.

"Listen, I'm not going to hit you. Just relax already, ok?" he relaxed his grip on her wrists but didn't move his body away. He didn't know what she was thinking but his heart was racing in his chest from this girl getting his blood pressure up and being pressed up against her so intimately.

"Ready to calm down so we can get to work?"

[impala]

She was impressed in a sick sorta way, he'd done it not hit her - she never expected that, but he grabbed her, exerted his strength on her and she welcomed it.

That's it I ain't no China Doll boy

When he slammed her against the wall the air instantly wooshed out of her, a halo of stars dancing around her eyes and she stood dazed for a moment. She felt his body on her, felt the firm contours of his muscles and it only made her more confused, more enraged with him and with herself. She felt his hands slacken around her wrists and for a moment she was forlorn at the loss of his touch.

She moved into his chest, thrusting her whole body tentatively forward to determine whether the closeness would make him feel awkward enough to relenquish his cage like presence around her. Again she moved closer, shuffling him back a little, her breasts now firmly pressed against him. How far could she push him, she needed to make him go, he couldn't stay, he was only making her feel miserable, making her second guess herself.

She didn't answer his question just looked up into his eyes and gave him a determined gaze, it was his move and she waited to see what he would do.

[cole]

Cole felt her move against him, the curves of her body only making it that much harder to concentrate on the matter at hand. She pushed him back just a little but he pushed back against her. They were so close he could feel his heart pounding against her. He tried not to look down as her breasts were being pushed dangerously close to spilling out of her dress. Her body felt hot against his own, causing his own body to react.

"Just... relax... don't...", he couldn't even get a coherent sentence out. His throat felt so dry it burned him. His eyes lingering on her lips. Different ideas popping through his mind that were making it that much harder to concentrate.

You can't do this, she hates your guts. You're going to screw everything up!, he screamed at himself in his mind but his body was acting of it's own accord.

His hands slid up her arms to intertwine his fingers in her own as he leaned in towards her. He was in a losing battle inside his own mind.

"Bailey...", his lips were barely a few centimeters from her own. Close enough to feel her breath against them. He barely stopped himself as he studied her own eyes for a clue of what she was thinking.

[impala]

As she studied him his face changed, there was something different swirling around in his brain and she wondered how angry he was about to get. Suddenly she felt stupid, she was playing games again, messing up this poor guys life, she shouldn't have been so stubborn in the first place he'd only been trying to help and it wasn't his fault if she'd misread the signs.

Her chest rose with the heavy breathing, she felt his own rise with her in perfect unision and it suddenly hurt her being so close to him. She was about to pull away, fix this mess that she'd created for them both when his fingers gently found hers.

You're only hurting me more, by pretending.

She thought about pulling her hands away in the same fashion he'd done the night previous, but she found the mere idea unfathomable. She gritted her teeth, silently waging a war inside of her head, she knew what she wanted to do but she couldn't bare another brush off again it would be too much for her bruised ego.

He was so close his breath warm and comforting against her skin, in that moment she didn't care what happened next but something had to happen. Leaning ever so slightly forward closing the already miniscule gap she whispered gently "please?" Knowing exactly what she was asking for.

[cole]

He expected her to hit him, to push him, to scream but she didn't all she did was breathe. Her chest rose in time with his own and it only served to push her body against his own even more so.

He didn't react as she moved even closer their lips so close that a hair could barely get between them. He felt her more than he heard her say please.

Don't do it, his mind said trying to stop him.

He couldn't stop himself as he pushed his own lips against hers and kissed her deeply. His hands slid from hers as they moved to her hips. He squeezed her thighs as he lifted her up so her legs were wrapped around him. Her dress was bunched up around her waist as he carried her to the bed.

He sat on the edge with her sitting, straddled on his lap. His hand moved up to run through her hair as his lips left hers to bite her neck gently. His other hand still resting on her bare thigh, squeezing it as his heart hammered in his chest.

"I really hope this is what you meant by please", he said hoping this was what she wanted. Otherwise he was in a lot of trouble.

[impala]

It was a flurry, a tornado suddenly all there was, was his hands as they scooped her up and brought her closer then she'd ever been. She felt a burst of satisfaction yet was strangely hungry as she opened her mouth to his.

She was vaguely aware of him moving them towards the bed but her mind was gone, she'd resorted to a primal state where all there was, was her and him.

Please stay here with me, don't leave like all the rest would.

He was as delicious as she had assumed he would be, and as she ran her hands through his hair she gently pulled his head back, exposing his throat. His hands squeezed her thighs, her heart jumping at the touch and as she kissed the slash of his jaw an evil thought danced across her mind.

He's guna leave you honey, you're nothing but a hot piece of ass and niece or not, he'll kick you to the curb and forget about you as soon as this job is over.....and that 'no one night stands' rule you got going on, well that'll be shattered and you'll be no better than any other harlot.

Suddenly she was hot and not the good kind, she couldn't breathe, thoughts, doubts began to puncture her happiness and she wanted to scream at them to stay at bay. But she couldn't bare to know that tomorrow she'd be just another girl in a bed, the mere thought was agony to her.

She was off of him in an instant, stumbling backwards and pulling down her dress as she did so.

"I'm so, so, sorry," she stammered, backing away further, "I...ah...it's my fault...um, I shouldn't have been such a tease...I'm sorry." She continued to stutter, her breath coming in heavy and messing up her train of thought.

"Don't hate me." She finally managed to say.