Sexy Sequel
What Goes Around, Comes
Around
Author: Merel
Rating: PG-1
Disclaimer: Standard.
Don't own them. Don't abuse them… well, not too much. Certainly don't make
money off them. The story is mine, however, so don't distribute or archive
it without my permission. Thanks!
Author's Notes:
This is a complete and total AU, which is a sequel to another complete
and total AU. If it could have happened, and many may argue that,
it would be placed mid to late 3rd Season.
Much thanks, as always, to Pam, for
her assistance, pushing, prodding, nudging, and all round general support.
Also, a big thank you to Ann for keeping me honest.
Summary: Sequel
to "Too Sexy For His Shirt". The morning after the night before leads
to some unexpected surprises
Amanda approached the apartment door
as if it was the gateway to hell. It had been less than twelve hours since
she'd stormed out of the same apartment, leaving Scarecrow trussed up like
a Thanksgiving turkey and tied to a decorative column in his living room.
Less than twelve hours… and yet it felt like an eternity to Amanda.
It hadn't taken long for the adrenaline
high to wear off and for her to regret most of the previous night's events.
She wasn't sure what had come over her. Maybe she'd simply reached the
end of her patience with Lee and, unfortunately, her rare but volatile
temper had taken control and pushed her common sense out the window. What
had she been thinking? Tantalizing him like that… leading him on… then
tying him up to that column. The answer was easy. She hadn't been thinking.
She'd been feeling. Her feelings had been hurt by his callous comment to
Francine and she'd allowed those hurt feelings to propel her into actions
she now desperately regretted.
Now she had to make things right. She
wasn't sure how she was going to do it, but standing stiff-legged outside
his apartment door wasn't going to help.
He was going to kill her.
No, first he would torture her, then
he'd kill her.
Maybe he'd humiliate her, then torture
her, then kill her.
In any case, it would all be over soon.
Cautiously, she leaned an ear against
the metal door, straining to hear any movement that might tell her if Lee
had managed to extricate himself. Once she'd gotten home, she'd called
his apartment repeatedly throughout the night, only to hear, time after
time, the sound of his answering machine picking up. She cringed, recalling
his friendly voice announcing that he was unable to come to the phone.
Thanks to her he was definitely unable to come to the phone. And undoubtedly
feeling much less friendly than his taped voice sounded.
There was no use putting it off. It
had to be done. She had to find out if he'd been able to free himself from
his bonds, and if not, she'd have to untie him herself. She couldn't leave
him there like that for someone to find. Well, she could… but she figured
if she did she'd have to enter the Agency's witness protection program
and how would she explain that to Mother and the boys?
Digging into the pocket of her coat
she pulled out the lock-pick kit that Leatherneck had given her recently.
She'd proven to be quite adept at jimmying locks with only a hairpin or
Bombers Booster button, but Leatherneck had thought it more professional
that she have the right tools for the job. She quickly worked the lock
and very slowly opened the door a crack. Taking a deep breath and saying
a prayer that she wouldn't find Lee as she had left him the night before,
she stepped inside the apartment.
A sigh escaped her body as she spied
the tattered remnants of her stockings on the floor next to the empty column.
Hesitantly, she stepped further into the apartment, her eyes shifting about
the living and dining rooms, searching for any signs of life. She'd seen
the 'Vette parked out front when she arrived, so she was sure he was in
the apartment somewhere.
Now that she knew Lee hadn't been in
bondage all night, Amanda began to rethink her decision to face him, and
the music, so soon. Maybe it would be best just to let things settle for
a day or two. No sense inflaming the situation by approaching Scarecrow
while the memories of last night's debacle were still so fresh in his mind.
She turned quietly on her heel and
tiptoed towards the door, making good her escape. A creaking noise followed
by the deep timbre of a man's voice stopped her dead in her tracks, her
hand hovering about the doorknob.
"Leaving so soon?"
Amanda swung around to find Lee watching
her as he leaned casually on the jamb of the doorway to his bedroom. His
hair, dark from a recent shower, was slicked back from his face. He was
wearing a navy blue towel, slung low across his hips, and a smile.
Amanda felt as if a spell had been
placed on her. A spell cast by the intense gaze of Lee's piercing hazel
eyes. Her feet were concrete blocks, her muscles unwilling or unable to
make them move. Her heart pounded in her chest. In the silence between
them she could hear the steady tick-tock of the mantel clock. For what
seemed like a lifetime she stood there, mute, staring back at the man who,
at this moment, was the last person on the face of the earth she wanted
to be alone with.
Lee pushed away from the doorjamb and
walked toward her casually. Amanda desperately searched his face for any
signs of murderous intent. Finding only an insolent grin, her eyes perused
the rest of him. At least I don't have to worry about him being armed,
she thought as she focused on the tight muscles of his abdomen. Her mouth
was dry and she licked her lips nervously.
"Lee," she squeaked, finally finding
her voice and moving her gaze back to his face. She coughed, clearing her
throat. "Lee," she stated stupidly once again.
"Returning to the scene of the crime?"
Lee raised an eyebrow, stopping a few feet in front of her to lean against
the column to which he had so recently been tied. "Classic criminal behavior."
Amanda chewed her bottom lip. "Lee,
I'd really like to explain…"
"You'd like to explain?" Lee asked,
stepping away from the column to stand in front of her. "This should be
interesting."
He still radiated warmth from his shower
and he smelled of soap and after-shave. Amanda's head was swimming with
the nearness of his barely clad body and her apprehension about what was
to come.
"Lee, first let me say that I am so
sorry." She swallowed hard and tried to focus on his eyes and not the smooth,
bare chest that was so tantalizingly close.
"Explanations, Amanda." His voice took
on a slight edge but his sly smile and cocked brow never faltered.
Taking a deep breath, she started,
"Well… ah… " then trailed off.
Lee leaned in, "You said I didn't know
what sexy was," he prodded, whispering into her right ear.
She bolted to her left, frantic to
put some space between herself, Lee, and that towel. He seemed calm. Frighteningly
calm. Far too calm. Amanda took a deep breath and willed her knees to stop
shaking. She moved to stand by the sofa, hoping some distance between them
would help to quiet her nerves.
"You don't understand… " she squeaked,
having gathered just enough saliva to form the three words.
"Oh, I think I understood you just
fine." Lee turned and walked towards her. He approached slowly, languidly,
like a jungle cat that was toying with its prey before devouring it. Amanda's
eyes widened as he drew near.
Seeing the devilish glint in his eyes,
she backed away from him. He pressed on, steadily advancing towards her
as she retreated, thwarting her efforts to keep a portion of the couch
between them.
"You," he drawled, his narrowing eyes
glued to hers, "made yourself perfectly clear last night. I admit I was
a tad bit confused at first. Chalk it up to the charming ensemble you changed
into." His eyes raked down her body and back up to her face. "However,
by the time you left, it was crystal clear."
"C-C-Crystal--" she stuttered.
"Clear," he stated.
"Lee," she croaked.
"Amanda," he purred, continuing to
follow her around the sofa.
"Lee, I said a lot of things last night…
" Amanda scurried into the dining room, planting herself at the far end
of the long mahogany table.
Lee followed her, standing at the opposite
end. "Yes, you did." He started to walk around he table towards her. "You
said I didn't know what sexy was. Didn't you?"
Amanda circled around the table, backing
out of the dining room. "Yes, but I… "
"You were wrong, Amanda, I know what
sexy is. " He continued, his voice low and smooth, "Walking in the rain
in Paris is sexy. The nape of a woman's neck is sexy. The scent of perfume
on her wrist is sexy." He watched as his prey unknowingly backed towards
the column. "Blood-red lipstick on the collar of a dress shirt is sexy.
" His longer legs began to eat up the space between them.
"Uhh…" Amanda's feet caught for a moment,
tangling in the tattered remains of the discarded stockings, and she fell
back into the column. Before she could right herself, Lee was there, effectively
blocking her escape with a hand on either side of her.
Her breathing grew shallow as he pressed
the length of his body to hers, his lips hovering mere millimeters from
her own. "Yes, I most definitely know what sexy is, Mrs. King."
She could feel the warmth of his breath
on her face as he moved to once again whisper in her ear.
"It's getting to know someone. Really
know them. Know them better than maybe you know yourself." His voice was
husky, his body resting intimately against her. "Sexy is taking your time
and realizing that the journey is just as important as the destination.
It's realizing that the person you've been waiting for your whole life,
the person you didn't even think existed, is right under your nose."
He pulled back slightly and she looked
up into his eyes. Her mind struggled to focus on his words and not just
his proximity. "What did you say?" she rasped.
"Another thing from last night," he
stated, ignoring her question and her incredulous gaze. "I seem to recall
you using my body as a canvas for your artistic talents."
She'd drawn a heart on his chest. A
big red heart. Scrawled with a tube of her best lipstick. She'd taunted
him, daring him to reveal himself to her. She nodded, her brain slowly
beginning to understand where this conversation was leading.
"So," he murmured, reaching down to
grasp one of her hands in his. "You want to know what's in here?" He placed
her hand on his chest, where she'd marked his body.
She could feel the steady beat of his
heart beneath her fingertips, the smooth, toned skin under her palm. "Yes,"
she whispered, nodding again.
"Then we're both going to have to come
clean," he stared down at her. His eyes darkened and he cupped her chin
with his other hand. "No more games. No more denial. No more pretending."
"No more," Amanda repeated, her eyes
bright. A part of her was afraid to believe that what she was hearing was
real. But the look in Lee's eyes told her that he was, at last, speaking
from his heart. Hesitantly at first, then with more assurance, she wrapped
her free arm around him, pulling him closer, her fingertips slipping under
the terrycloth material of his towel to caress his lower back.
"Okay, then." He smiled, his dimple
deepening, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours."
She glanced down between them, studying
what little she could see of the thick terry towel that adorned his hips.
Raising an eyebrow she looked back at him. Moving her hand up his chest
and around his neck, she pulled his head down to hers. Slowly, softly she
brushed her mouth against his. "Sounds like a plan, Scarecrow," she said,
lightly nibbling his lower lip.
Lee trailed his fingers along her jaw,
then pushed his hand through her hair, holding her tight as his mouth opened
and deepened the searing kiss. They were so totally absorbed in each other,
neither noticed the blue towel loosen and fall. The terrycloth puddled
on the floor at their feet, joining the tattered pair of stockings.
The End