Disclaimers: See Chapter One If you have good or bad things to say feel free to email me at henleyac@yahoo.com.
Chapter Two
Vivian walked out on the raised catwalk, the lights making it nearly impossible for her to see past the men who lined both sides of the stage. She involuntarily blushed at the ribald attention, and took a deep breath as the music she had selected began. Her mind's eye conjured a picture of her lover, and she let her body go. The bluesy saxophone punctuated every twitch of her body as one of Quin's favorite singers belted out Vivian's intentions.
I don't want you to be no slave
I don't want you to work all day
But I want you to be true
And I just want to make love to you
Vivian closed her eyes as she peeled the short waistcoat of her costume away. The blue satin garment floated ethereally to the catwalk leaving her in a matching blue lace bra and satin short shorts.
All I want to do is wash your clothes
I don't want to keep you indoors
There is nothing for you to do
But keep me making love to you
Off came the shorts and the room erupted in a cheer as Vivian revealed a barely there piece of material that the girls in the back assured her was a thong. Vivian was grateful for year round tanning in Southern California as she turned and bent completely over, her backside to the audience as her hands went to the front clasp on the lacy bra. She unhooked the clasp and was about ready to stand, turn, and reveal when a coat was draped over her shoulders and she was hustled off the stage to the angry shouts and boos of the club's patrons.
Ten Days Earlier
Quin parked the Denali in front of her house. The usual forty-five minute trip to the house on the lake had taken nearly twice that due to a sudden but not surprising snow storm. Amazingly Vivian had slept nearly the whole way. The brunette unfastened her seatbelt and sighed as she let the tension of the drive go. She looked over at her slumbering lover. The blonde's mouth was slightly open and she snored softly. Quin smiled as she reached over and gently shook Vivian's shoulder. "Hey, Viv. We're here."
Vivian smacked her lips and swatted away Quin's hand. She turned a bit in her seat, away from Quin, seemingly returning to sleep. Quin chuckled and opened her door, cringing a noticeably as the frozen air assailed her. She made her way around the front of the truck, the newly fallen snow crunching underfoot. The fresh falling snow tickled her face and clung to her eyelashes. She blinked the flakes away as she eased open the passenger door and once again shook Vivian's shoulder. "Vivian honey, we're home." Sleepy blue eyes opened to regard her, then blinked.
"Close the damn door, McKee, it's freezing." The former detective pulled her coat around herself, her eyes drifting closed again.
"Oh no you don't, Vivian Walsh. Come on, wake up. It's nice and warm inside." Quin cajoled as she again gently shook Vivian's shoulder.
Vivian opened her eyes and turned toward Quin, confused. "We're already there."
"Here. We're already here. Come on. Up and out."
Vivian swung her legs out the truck door. Her toes curled up as they met the fresh snow through the open toe of her slippers. "Cripes!" She quickly retreated back to the truck seat , pulling her feet up onto the running board. "Is that snow?" She looked up into the sky and squinted. "Is it snowing?"
Quin chuckled, "Yes. But if you hurry we can have your fuzzy slippers in the house and warming by the fire in just a few moments." She tried to convince the blonde who peered over her shoulder at the door just a few feet away.
Vivian nodded and once again put her feet on the ground. Her toes once again curled away from the wet snow as she took quick steps toward the closed door. Once under a shallow overhang she shook each foot to dislodge any snow gathered there. Quin was beside her in seconds, and reached out to turn the door knob. The modest door swung open easily and she ushered Vivian inside where it was much warmer. She shook off her coat and took Vivian's from her.
Vivian looked around the small entry way. This was not what she had expected. Not to say that the small house wasn't warm and cozy and welcoming. It just wasn't the huge lavish mansion she had imagined a multi-millionaire would live in. This was more of a cottage. She could see into a small living area to her left where a fire burned brightly in a stone fireplace. A colorful rag rug lay in front of the hearth and there were pictures on the walls and candles on the mantle. The room held some rather expensive looking craftsman style chairs and a long wide couch. There were pictures on the wall and candle holders on the mantle. Vivian fought the urge to examine each artifact there. She glanced right, where a closed door beckoned to some mysterious place Vivian was sure this wouldn't stay unknown for long. There was the clanking of dishes from somewhere down the short hallway. Quin gently took her hand and led her in the direction of the noise. As the clatter and bustle grew louder, a delicious smell wafted to greet them. She let Quin pull her into the kitchen where a petite gray haired woman looked up and began to shake a wooden spoon at the PI.
"You up and disappear for weeks. Do you call? NO." The spoon waggled in mid air, coming dangerously close to Quin's nose. "Who calls me? I'll tell you who."
Quin was now back peddling to avoid the wrath of the small woman. "That sweet saint, Sally Usher." Quin cringed at the tone of the woman's voice, squeezing her lover's hand in a silent plea.
Vivian smiled and shook her head. "You're on your own, sister." She commented, enjoying Quin's discomfort. Her voice seemed to draw attention to herself as the wooden spoon was pointed at her.
"And you are?"
Vivian's smile faded as her eyebrows rose. "Vivian." She squeaked out.
"Nice slippers, Vivian." The woman commented as the blonde blushed.
The spoon was pointed back at Quin. "You are grounded." The little woman pronounced as she turned back to the stove that held several steaming pots. "now Sit your asses down."
Both women complied immediately. Quin glanced sideways at Vivian and mouthed a silent 'sorry'. To which Vivian mouthed back a silent 'grounded'. They chuckled at each other until the sound of the wooden spoon being tapped against the rim of a pot warned them to behave.
Taking a moment to study the cook, who had so easily put Quin in her place, Vivian wondered who this fiery woman was to her lover. She was thin, but there was still obvious strength in those limbs. There were no obvious physical attributes the two shared except for the lack of height. Quin reached across the table and took her hand, entwining their fingers.
"You two can get all fresh with each other later." The stern voice startled them.
Quin blushed as she released Vivian's hand and sat back, allowing room for a plate of hot food to be placed in front of her. "Thanks Grams."
Vivian sat back too and did a double take at the slender woman and Quin. The elderly woman bent and placed a soft kiss on the top of Quin's dark head. "You're welcome, and you are still grounded." Quin's grandmother then turned and placed a hot plate in front of Vivian. "Welcome to my home, Vivian."
Vivian gawked at the two women.
"Is she suddenly mute?" The elderly McKee asked with a grin.
Quin studied her lover for a moment. "I think she's in shock or something, Grams."
Scowling at the brunette across from her, Vivian retorted, "She's not in shock, she's just trying to catch up," and picked up her fork from the steaming plate. She identified some kind of fish sitting on a bed of baked rice. Her stomach warmed , anticipating something solid besides the champagne and wine she had partaken earlier.
"Vivian Walsh, this grumpy old lady is Mary Agnes McKee, my Grandmother and the family matriarch." Quin introduced as she also picked up her fork.
"I'll show you a grumpy old lady , you good for nothing whelp!"
Vivian giggled as she set aside her fork and extended her hand, "Pleased to meet you ma'am." And she truly was, here was a person who knew her lover. A person who, if plied properly, could possibly divulge all kinds of information.
"Phht'" Mary waved off Vivian's formality, "Call me Grams, everyone calls me Grams."
Vivian smiled softly and nodded. She'd never had a grandmother. Not one she knew of anyway. This was turning into a pretty surprising trip. She looked back at Quin who was tucking into her food with an occasional hum of satisfaction. Vivian picked her fork up and joined her lover in the feast set before her.
After dinner Vivian was given the grand tour of the house which didn't take long. There were three modest bedrooms, the living room, kitchen, and two baths. Quin had led her to the small hall bath and presented her with pajamas and toiletries. She took a leisurely bath in the claw foot tub until the water became tepid. She decided Quin needed to get one for the Silverlake house. Two people could have a lot of fun in a big claw foot tub. She dried off slowly, enjoying the lush terrycloth towel as it brushed against her skin. The alcohol had ignited her libido a bit and the nap in the truck had returned a little bit of energy to her weary body. Now Vivian found she was in a very amorous mood. She wondered just how soundly Grams slept as she slipped the pajama bottoms on. She pulled the top over her head without unbuttoning it, moaning as the material brushed against her already sensitive breasts. Maybe they could be very quiet. Quin's room was across from her grandmother's, so at least there wasn't a shared wall involved. Plotting as she combed out her hair, a plan formulated in her head. Quinlan McKee was about to get lucky.
Quin emerged from her grandmother's bathroom freshly showered and very aroused. It had been a long day but something about the way Vivian had looked at her over the kitchen table as they ate had started a small fire that had now seemed to have grown to a blaze. She would blame the hot shower but that would be a ruse. She wanted Vivian Walsh. She really wanted Vivian Walsh. Her Gram's already was snoring quietly as she exited the small master bathroom. She crossed the bedroom silently and eased out the door closing it quietly and made her way across the hall wrapped in a thick towel.
Her own room wasn't big but it was cozy. A small fireplace warmed the room and cast a soft glow across the queen size bed. Quin didn't want there to be any question about what she wanted from Vivian. She shed her towel and turned the covers down on the bed, Quin then positioned herself across the mattress. The glow from the fire painted her nude form in soft orange and yellow shadows.
Vivian peeked out the bathroom door and found the hall deserted. Gram's door was closed but Quin's bedroom door was slightly ajar, letting the light from the fireplace within beckon to her. The blonde stepped in and turned to shut the door as quietly as she could, not wanting to disturb the woman across the hall. When she turned back around to face the bed, her breath caught as she found one very naked, amorous, sorry assed, beat up piece of shit PI, worth oodles of money, laying in the middle of it.
The former detective did a happy dance in her mind as she began to strip off the pajamas she had just donned as she approached the bed. She enjoyed Quin's smile as it turned into a sultry leer the closer she got to her destination. Vivian started at Quin's feet with tiny kisses, stopping at one particular juncture for a long languid oral exploration that had the PI squirming in pleasure and begging for certain favors that Vivian was more than happy to bestow upon the small brunette. Her own body hummed with arousal that was heightened with every gasp and moan that Quin emitted. She lavished every scar with wet kisses. She traced every imperfection with her tongue. She absolutely loved this woman regardless of money and baggage.
Her fingers sought out what Quin begged for. Soft, wet heat greeted her digits and she lost her breath. Her heart surely skipped a beat. The sounds and smell of their lovemaking overwhelmed her senses and she lost herself in the moment. Before she knew it Quin was desperately trying to get her attention. The brunette held her wrist in an iron grasp pleading for her to stop. She immediately held her position. Her breathing fast and labored as she collapsed against Quin. It was several moments before she settled down her breathing to something close to normal. She could feel Quin twitching around her fingers as the brunette's orgasm subsided.
"Where did all that come from?" Quin asked as Vivian's fingers wiggled just a bit. "Please don't move." She pleaded softly still gripping the blonde's wrist.
The blonde was becoming accustomed to Quin's quirk of wanting to retain their intimate contact. Vivian rested her head against Quin's damp shoulder trying desperately not to move her hand. She didn't want to cause her lover any discomfort. "I don't have a clue what just happened." That was the truth. Vivian had never lost control like that during sex. "Did I hurt you?" Quin's head shook and she barely caught a whispered 'no'. Her hand and wrist were beginning to ache. "You'll let me know when I can move?" A quick nod. "I love you Quin McKee."
"And I love you Vivian Walsh." Quin breathed, then gave Vivian's wrist a little squeeze before releasing it. "I'm ready."
Vivian closed her eyes and slowly removed herself from Quin. Tears welled up and spilled over. She let Quin hold her as she cried. She felt so much at the moment she didn't know what to say. She didn't even know if she could speak. Quin seemed quite content to hold her so she was just going to go with that.
End Part Two