ENEMIES AT THE GATE (ASHER)

[SUTTON UDINOV]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border: #3b2621 15px solid; background-color: #c5b9b8; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/nn1ipu.gif);] [atrb=width,400] the oncoming storm WEARING BUNNY EARS AND THIS - WORDS 1876 - NOTES THIS WAS MUCH LONGER THAN I'D FIRST INTENDED XD SHIT, SUTTON THOUGHT TO HERSELF AS SHE RODE THE HORSE AT TOP SPEED THROUGH A COPSE OF TREES TO HIDE HERSELF FROM THE MAIN ROAD. THANKFULLY, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SMALL GROUP OF EVERGREENS WAS A WIDE OPEN FIELD WITH PROMISING HILLS ON THE OTHER SIDE. SHE'D BEEN LIVING IN SAPPHIRE BAY LONG ENOUGH TO RECOGNIZE THOSE HILLS, AND SHE KNEW THE STABLES WOULD BE NOT FAR FROM THEM, MAYBE A FEW MILES AT MAX. RIDING A HORSE WITH NOTHING BUT LINGERIE ON WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN HER FIRST CHOICE IF SHE'D BEEN GIVEN ONE, BUT SHE DIDN'T HAVE MUCH OF A CHOICE AT ALL. BEHIND HER, SHE COULD HEAR THE VOICES OF ANGRY MEN AND A FEW OF THEIR BRAYING, UPPERCRUST DOGS THAT WERE USELESS FOR ANYTHING OTHER THAN TRACKING, AND SHE GROUND HER TEETH TOGETHER. PART OF HER ENJOYED THE CHASE, BUT ANOTHER PART OF HER JUST WANTED THIS DAY TO BE OVER. A LARGE PART OF HER ENJOYED DANGER, BUT EVERY TIME SHE PULLED IT THIS CLOSE ON A MISSION, SHE WAS PAINFULLY REMINDED OF THE TIME SHE HAD FAILED WHICH HAD ULTIMATELY LANDED HER IN THIS HELLHOLE OF A LIFE TO BEGIN WITH. THE HORSE SHE'D STOLEN WAS A THOROUGHBRED - THANK HEAVEN FOR SNOOTY NEUVO-RICHE PEOPLE WHO BOUGHT WHAT WAS POPULAR - AND THE GELDING WAS A FAST ONE. HE'D PROBABLY BEEN PURCHASED FOR RACING, AND FOR THAT, SHE WAS THANKFUL. HE WAS GETTING HIS FIRST PRACTICE RUN RIGHT NOW. THE THOUGHT MADE HER LAUGH OUT LOUD, AND SHE GLANCED OVER HER SHOULDER TO SEE IF SHE STILL HAD PURSUERS. HER MAD DASH INTO THE TREES SEEMED TO HAVE HELDTHEM OFF, AND THEY WEREN'T SMART ENOUGH TO SEND THEIR DOGS AFTER HER - AT LEAST NOT YET. ON THE ROAD SHE'D LEFT BEHIND, SHE HEARD POLICE SIRENS WAILING AWAY, AND SHE WAS ONCE MORE THANKFUL THAT SHE - WITH HER LACK OF FORMAL EDUCATION AND HER DIRTY RUSSIAN BLOOD - WAS MORE INTELLIGENT THAN THE MILLIONAIRES SHE'D LEFT BEHIND AT THEIR DINNER PARTY. PERHAPS AN EXPLANATION WAS IN ORDER AS TO WHY THIS TWENTY-ONE YEAR OLD WOMAN WOULD BE RUNNING FROM THE POLICE AND ABOUT A HUNDRED ANGRY MILLIONAIRES, DRESSED IN LINGERIE WITH BUNNY EARS ON HER HEAD, ON A STOLEN RACEHORSE? THAT STORY BEGINS FOUR HOURS EARLIER WHEN SUTTON WAS STUFFED INTO A FAKE BIRTHDAY CAKE, DRESSED IN THE VERY OUTFIT SHE CURRENTLY HAD ON, AND HANDED A MODEL 500 S&W MAGNUM REVOLVER. AS THE TOP ON THE CAKE CLOSED DOWN ON TOP OF HER AND SHE PREPARED HERSELF TO SIT UNCOMFORTABLY WITHIN FOR AT LEAST TWO HOURS, SHE MOCKED CONNOR SELWYN SILENTLY TO HERSELF IN THE DARKNESS. THIS WAS HIS IDEA - AS MOST THINGS INVOLVING HER BARELY WEARING ANY CLOTHING WERE - AND SHE HATED HIM, BUT HE WAS HER BOSS, AND HE OWNED HER. SHE COULDN'T GO BACK TO THE RUSSIANS BECAUSE THEY WOULD KILL HER ON SIGHT, AND IF SHE TRIED TO BACK OUT OF HER NEGOTIATIONS WITH THE IRISH FOR THEM TO KEEP HER ALIVE AND GIVE HER WORK, THEY WOULD KILL HER. IT WAS A NO-WIN SITUATION. SO SHE DID HER JOB AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE AND ENJOYED THE WORK EVEN IF SHE DESPISED WHO SHE WORKED FOR. THE TRIP TO THE PARTY INSIDE THE DARKNESS OF THE CAKE WAS NAUSEATING SINCE SHE COULDN'T SEE WHERE SHE WAS GOING, BUT IT WAS OVER SOON ENOUGH. THE PLAN WAS THIS: SHE WOULD INFILTRATE THE RETIREMENT PARTY OF GEORGE VESPER - A FORMER MEMBER OF THE CITY COUNCIL WHO HAD PUSHED THROUGH AN EMBARGO DEAL WHICH UNWITTINGLY RESTRICTED THE TRADE THE IRISH COULD DO THROUGH SAPPHIRE BAY'S SEAPORT - AS THE STRIPPER INSIDE HIS GOING-AWAY CAKE. OUT SHE WOULD POP, DO A LITTLE DANCE NUMBER AND THEN BLOW HIM AWAY WITH THE GUN SHE CUDDLED AGAINST AT THIS MOMENT IN THE FAKE CAKE. IT WAS EASY, IT WOULD MAKE A STATEMENT, AND SHE WAS PERFECT FOR THE JOB. THAT WAS HER JOB, ACTUALLY: TO PRETEND TO BE OTHER PEOPLE. NOT AN IMPERSONATOR, BUT MORE LIKE A FAKER WHO COULD DO ANY JOB SHE'D SEEN DONE AT LEAST ONCE. THAT WAS THE BEAUTY, AND POWER, OF HER PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY: SHE COULD MIMICK ANYTHING PERFECTLY IF SHE'D SEEN IT BEFORE. SHE COULD FLY A PLANE, SHE COULD DRIVE A TANKER BOAT, SHE COULD DO A ROOT CANAL, AND SHE COULD DO HEART SURGERY IF SHE'D EVER SEEN IT DONE. SOME MAY SAY SHE WAS A WEIRDO, BUT SHE SAW IT AS HER GIFT. SHE HEARD THE IRISH SOLDIERS WHEELING HER CAKE OUT OF THE BACK OF THE TRUCK AND PUTTING IT IN PLACE. SHE'D MADE THE POINT TO CONNOR THAT SHE WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO RECOGNIZE THE VIC IF SHE JUST BLASTED OUT OF THE CAKE AND STARTED SHOOTING, BUT HE DIDN'T CARE. THE MORE CASUALTIES, THE BETTER, IN HIS OPINION. HE WAS AS BLOODTHIRSTY OF A BASTARD AS SHE COULD IMAGINE, AND SOMETIMES SHE HAD A MORBID RESPECT FOR THAT IN HIM. HER HANDS WEREN'T CLEAN OF BLOOD IN THE LEAST, BUT SHE'D NEVER PRIDED HERSELF ON KILLING INNOCENTS. CONNOR SELWYN DIDN'T GIVE A DAMN. AT SOME POINT DURING THE PARTY, SUTTON MUST HAVE FALLEN ASLEEP BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T REMEMBER MUCH UNTIL THE MUSIC THAT QUEUED HER ARRIVAL PIQUED HER ATTENTION. SLAPPING HER CHEEKS SLIGHTLY TO WAKE HERSELF UP FULLY, AND TO ADD A LITTLE EXTRA COLOR, SHE PREPARED HERSELF. HER BLOOD RAN COLD AND ALL SHE HEARD WAS THE MUSIC AS SHE WAITED FOR THE TOP OF THE CAKE TO COME OFF. FINALLY, DAYLIGHT FLOODED IN, AND SHE ROSE UP SEDUCTIVELY FROM THE INSIDE, STRETCHING HER MUSCLES AS SHE DANCED, USING THE CHANCE TO LET THE HEAT RUN INTO HER LIMBS AS SHE SCOPED OUT HER TARGET. SHE WAS LIPSYNCING TO THE SONG "I WANNA BE LOVED BY YOU, JUST YOU" AS SUNG BY MARILYN MONROE, AND HER GREEN EYES SCANNED THE CROWD UNTIL SHE FOUND THE GUEST OF HONOR. HIS FACE WAS FLUSHED, AND HE WAS EMBARRASSED, BUT HIS LECHEROUS EYES STILL TOOK IN ALL OF HER SCANTILY-CLAD GOODNESS. SHE OFFERED HIM A WINK AND A SMILE AS SHE BECKONED HIM CLOSER WITH A LACEY-GLOVED FINGER. HIS BUDDIES PUSHED HIM TOWARD THE CAKE, AND SUTTON WIGGLED HER BOTTOM TO THE GIGGLES OF THE CROWD. WHAT POMPOUS... NO, SHE HAD TO FOCUS. SHE DID A LITTLE SPIN, CHECKING HER ESCAPE ROUTE. THE ORIGINAL PLAN WAS THAT SHE JUMP IN THE WAITING CATERING TRUCK SHE'D BEEN TRANSPORTED IN, BUT SHE LIKED A PLAN B SINCE PLAN A SELDOM WENT AS IT WAS SUPPOSED TO. AS SHE TURNED BACK TO FACE THE FORMER COUNCIL MEMBER, SHE DIPPED DOWN INTO THE CAKE, WITHDREW THE HANDGUN WITH ONE SWIFT MOVEMENT AND CAPPED HIM IN THE HEAD. AS HIS BRAINS SPLATTERED ALL OVER THE GRASS AND A FEW SOCIALITE WIVES STANDING BEHIND HIM, THE CROWD SHUDDERED UNDER A COLLECTIVE GASP. IN THAT MOMENT OF SHOCK, SUTTON SALUTED WITH A SMILE, LEAPT FROM THE CAKE, AND RACED THROUGH THE CROWD AS THEY SLOWLY CAME TO THEIR SENSES. WOMEN BEGAN SCREAMING, AND OUT OF THE CORNER OF HER EYE, SHE COULD SEE HER IRISH ESCORT LOOKING STUPIDLY AT ONE ANOTHER AND WONDERING WHAT THE FUCK TO DO ABOUT THE FACT SHE WAS RUNNING IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION FROM THE GETAWAY CAR. THANKFULLY, THE TWO IMBECILES GAVE UP AND LEAPT IN THE CATERING TRUCK, TARGETING IT HOME. UNLIKE THE MINDLESS LACKEYS CONNOR HAD SENT TO GUARD HER, SHE KNEW IF SHE JUMPED IN THAT TRUCK, THE POLICE WOULD BE ALL OVER THEM BEFORE THEY HAD THE CHANCE TO RUN. THIS WAY, SHE WOULD KEEP THE HEAT ON HERSELF AND THE MOB AS A WHOLE WOULDN'T BE IN THE LIMELIGHT AT ALL. BESIDES, NO ONE KNEW WHO SHE WAS, SINCE HER NAME (AT LEAST HER REAL NAME) WASN'T ON ANY PAPERWORK. AH, THE BEAUTY OF BEING A PRETENDER. THE STABLES WEREN'T FAR, AND SHE WAS FAST ENOUGH THAT SHE EASILY OUTRAN THE OVERWEIGHT, POMPOUS MILLIONAIRES WHO TRIED TO RUN HER DOWN. SHE BURST INTO THE STABLE AND RAN FOR THE FIRST HORSE SHE SAW THAT WAS ALREADY SADDLED. APPARENTLY A RIDER HAD BEEN PREPARED TO TAKE HIM ON TRIAL RUNS OF SOMETHING: SHE DIDN'T CARE. ALL THAT MATTERED WAS HER PLAN B HAD WORKED AS PLANNED. THE BRIEFEST OF PAUSES ALLOWED HER THE TIME TO SLIDE THE MAGNUM THROUGH ONE OF THE INNER LOOPS OF HER LINGERIE, AGAINST HER INNER THIGH, AND SHE LEAPT ONTO THE HORSE'S BACK, THANKING THE POWERS THAT BE FOR THAT TIME SHE'D BEEN PRETENDED TO BE A JOCKEY. THE THOROUGHBRED WAS HIGH-SPIRITED AS ALL THOROUGHBREDS ARE, AND HE WAS EXCITED TO RUN. TAKING TO THE DRIVEWAY AND HEADED FOR THE ROAD, SHE BEGAN HER ESCAPE. NOW SHE WAS CLOSING IN ON THE LINE OF HILLS, AND SHE GLANCED BEHIND HER ONCE MORE TO SEE IF SHE WAS BEING PURSUED. IN THE FAR DISTANCE, SHE COULD SEE A GROUP OF MEN AND SOME POLICE DOGS EMERGING FROM THE TREES SHE'D EXITED, BUT THEY WERE TOO FAR BEHIND NOW. ONCE SHE CRESTED THE HILLS, SHE WOULD BE GONE. JUST AS THE THOUGHT CROSSED HER MIND, SHE TURNED BACK TO THE FRONT AND SAW HER DESTINATION CLOSER THAN SHE'D IMAGINED. THE RACEHORSE BOLTED FOR THE HILL LINE AND WHINNIED WITH EXCITEMENT AS THEY CRESTED THEM. IN A VALLEY DOWN BELOW, SUTTON COULD SEE SAPPHIRE BAY SPRAWLING OUT TOWARD THE OCEAN, NESTLED INTO ITS LITTLE C-SHAPED CUBBYHOLE. HER EYES SCANNED THE CITY AND SHE PICKED UP ON THE STABLES QUICKLY, TURNING THE STEAMING, SWEATY HORSE IN THAT DIRECTION. SHE KNEW SHE COULDN'T ABANDON THE HORSE IN THE STABLES SINCE THAT WAS LIKELY TO BE THE FIRST PLACE THE COPS WOULD SEARCH FOR HER, BUT SHE PLANNED ON RELEASING HIM NOT FAR AWAY. SHE KNEW THE SELWYNS OWNED SOME HORSES THEY STABLED THERE, AND ONCE INSIDE, SHE COULD CONTACT THEM FOR A PICK-UP, OR JUST STEAL ONE OF THEIR HORSES AND RIDE IT BACK TO THE MANSION IF SHE HAD TO. AS SHE CAME ALONG THE BACK OF THE COMPLEX, SHE RODE THE THOROUGHBRED BEHIND SOME SCRUB BRUSH, DISMOUNTED, AND PATTED HIM ON THE NECK BEFORE SLAPPING HIS BUTT AND SENDING HIM GALLOPING OFF BACK THE DIRECTION THEY HAD COME. QUICKLY, SHE SCALED THE EMBANKMENT AND SLIPPED SILENTLY INTO THE STABLES, SEARCHING FOR THE STALL WHICH HOUSED THE SELWYN HORSE. SEEING THE NAME 'ASHER SELWYN' EMBLAZONED BENEATH ONE OF THEM, SHE TOOK THAT AS A PROMISING SIGN AND SLIPPED INSIDE THE STALL. SHUTTING THE DOOR SILENTLY BEHIND HER, SHE TURNED TO COME FACE TO FACE WITH THE YOUNG MAN HIMSELF. JUMPING SLIGHTLY IN SURPRISE AT SEEING ANOTHER HUMAN BEING AND NOT JUST A HORSE WITHIN, SHE QUICKLY COVERED HER SURPRISE AND HER FACE TURNED TO STONE AS SHE LOOKED UPON ONE OF THE IRISHMEN SHE HATED. WHEN SHE SAW HIS EYES RAKE HER, SHE GLARED AT HIM AND PLANTED HER HANDS ON HER HIPS, MAKING NO SMALL MATTER OUT OF THE MAGNUM STILL STRAPPED TO THE INSIDE OF HER THIGH WHICH WAS HIGHLY VISIBLE DUE TO HER LACK OF CLOTHING. "IT'S A LONG STORY, BUT IF YOU COULD FIND ME A RIDE TO THE MANSION RIGHT NOW, IT WOULD BE... APPRECIATED," SHE HISSED IN HER SLIGHT RUSSIAN ACCENT, HER GREEN EYES SPARKING TESTILY.

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[asher selwyn]

His brother hardly let him do anything when it came to mob business as of late, so he wasn’t too happy about that. He was trying to keep himself busy in the expansive home, but it just wasn’t working that well. He needed to do something and he needed to do something quick. If he didn’t he was going to stab his eyeballs out and then no one would be happy. He had already exhausted the shooting range down in the lower levels of the mansions, and his knife throwing skills had improved greatly as well. His hand to hand combat had always been strong, but he had worked on that too. Asher was bulking himself up, getting more muscle tone. He wanted to be physically and mentally ready for when Connor finally let him do something. He didn’t want his brother to have any excuse as to why he couldn’t go out into the field and actually accomplish a mission. He was more than capable, and he was more than ready. He was tired of the being the weak, sick one that no one had any faith in. He wasn’t weak anymore, and he certainly wasn’t sick. Hadn’t he proved his strength by overcoming his cancer? Apparently not. Obviously aggravated, Asher stood from the couch that had become his spot in the past weeks here.

At least he had had enough money to transport his horse over here from his previous home. There was one thing that no one guessed of Asher, and that was that he did actually ride horses. He did all kinds of disciplines, but lately he was into the Western side of things. The horse that he had transported over here was one that he trusted the most, and one that was the most versatile. Calvin was a big buckskin Appendix, and something that Asher couldn’t let go of. That was why he was at the local stables. And it was also why Asher was going to go there now. Dressing in a pair of jeans he had designated for the barn, he pulled on a long sleeved black shirt and a jacket as well. The snow here wasn’t doing a thing for his hot blood. Grabbing his keys and his phone, he entered the garage of the home and went straight to the end of the row. Connor had given him a choice of any fancy vehicle in the lot, but Asher hadn’t wanted any of them. He had settled for buying his own vehicle. The black Jeep Wrangler was what suited Asher’s style perfectly, and he climbed in easily.

It didn’t take him very long to get to the barn, and when he did he was instantly at ease. Parking the Jeep in his normal space, he got out and headed to the stable. Once inside, he traveled down the long aisle and stopped in the middle. Cal’s head was over his door, and he was watching for Asher intently. The two had a bond and Asher loved his horse. Cal whinnied as the young man came over and Asher’s face lit with a smile. ”Hey bud. Staying out of trouble?” Calvin was a stallion, and therefore was prone to misbehave when the ladies were around. However, he was an even tempered horse and was about as gentle as could be. If Asher wanted to, he could trust Calvin with the smallest of riders, but usually that wasn’t how it went. Calvin was all spit and vinegar when it came to Asher, and the two were actually quite comical to watch. Today was going to be no exception. He brushed his horse off and tacked him up, leading him into the indoor because of the cold. He swung up in one easy motion and soon had his horse going through his paces. Calvin was feeling good today though, and it was definitely a ride that Asher had to focus on. He didn’t mind though because it kept him busy. He was actually truly happy for the first time since coming to Sapphire Bay.

Once done, he cooled him out and brought him back to his stall. He was in the process of brushing him out and was going to put a blanket on him when he was rudely interrupted. Furrowing his brow as he heard the stall door open, his eyes instantly widened as he saw the get up the young woman was in. ”Little cold for that outfit, isn’t it?” He didn’t realize who the young woman was until she turned around and looked up at him with her beautiful eyes. Catching himself after a moment, he saw her hard glare and was instantly brought back to the situation at hand. Thank goodness she was quick to say something because that pulled Asher right back. His blue eyes swept over her body once out of habit, even though he knew it would only piss her off. His cheeky grin was apparent as he leaned on Calvin a bit and studied the girl. Cal was interested in the ears on the girl’s head, and he reached out, his lips trying to catch a hold of one. When he was successful, he pulled back and flung his head up and down, playing with the ears. Asher grinned and took the ears from Calvin, handing them back to Sutton. ”I might need to hear this story Sutton. But here.” He knew that she must be cold, and shrugged off his jacket. Whether she wanted it or not, he didn’t care, and instead draped it around her shoulders. It was big enough to cover her so she didn’t have to feel so out of place. ”My jeep is here. I can give you a ride.” He told her with a shrug of his shoulders, throwing the blankets over his horse. ”I mean..if you don’t mind riding with me.” He ended with a cheeky wink, grinning mischievously. She was going to kill him.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border: #3b2621 15px solid; background-color: #c5b9b8; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/nn1ipu.gif);] [atrb=width,400] the oncoming storm WEARING BUNNY EARS AND THIS - NOTES I GOT A GREAT IDEA FOR MY NEXT REPLY, IF THEY'RE IN THE CAR. WHAT IF THE COPS PULLED THEM OVER AND THEY BOTH HAD TO COVER? IT'D BE AWESOME. XD SHE NOTICED HIS RAKING GAZE, AND SHE ONLY GLARED HARDER AT HIM FOR IT. HE WAS A MAN, HE COULDN'T BE FAULTED FOR FINDING HER ATTRACTIVE WHEN SHE WAS DRESSED LIKE A PLAYBOY BUNNY, BUT HE WAS ALSO A SELWYN. HENCE THE GLARE. EVEN IF IT WAS ON PRINCIPLE ALONE, SUTTON HATED THE ENTIRE SELWYN FAMILY AND ONLY PUT UP WITH THEM BECAUSE THEY WERE THE ONLY REASON SHE WASN'T ALREADY DEAD. SHE SHOULD FEEL GRATEFUL TOWARD THEM, BUT SHE COULDN'T MANAGE IT. INSTEAD, SHE FELT AS IF SHE WAS IN HER OWN HANDMADE PRISON AND THE SELWYNS WERE HOLDING THE KEY TO HER FREEDOM BUT REFUSING TO LET HER GO. SHE WAS TOO VALUABLE AN ASSET TO BE SET FREE. "IT IS A BIT NIPPY, COME TO THINK OF IT," SHE COMMENTED OFFHANDEDLY, NOT HAVING NOTICED THE CHILL TO THE AIR IN HER HELTERSKELTER FLIGHT FROM THE SCENE OF HER CRIME. PLANTING HER HANDS ON HER HIPS, SHE LOOKED UP AT THE YOUNG MAN WHO TOWERED OVER HER IN HEIGHT. "SO ARE YOU GOING TO STAND THERE AND STARE SOME MORE AND LET ME FREEZE TO DEATH, OR CAN WE GET GOING?" JUST THEN, HIS HORSE DECIDED TO GET IN ON THE CONVERSATION AND WHIPPED THE BUNNY EARS RIGHT OFF OF HER HEAD. FEELING THE TOP OF HER HEAD IN SURPRISE, SHE REALIZED THE HORSE WAS TOSSING HIS HEAD ABOUT IN DELIGHT WITH PART OF HER COSTUME IN HIS MOUTH. STIFLING A GIGGLE, SINCE SHE DIDN'T WANT ASHER TO SEE HER ENTERTAINED BY THE ANIMAL THAT HE OWNED, SHE CLEARED HER THROAT AND GRUFFLY SNATCHED THE HEADBAND FROM ASHER'S HAND AS HE TOOK IT FROM THE HORSE AND HANDED IT BACK TO HER. TO HER SURPRISE, AS HE STATED HE MAY HAVE TO HEAR HER STORY, HE SHRUGGED OFF HIS JACKET AND PLACED IT AROUND HER SHOULDERS BEFORE SHE COULD REFUSE. IT WAS WARM FROM HIM WEARING IT, AND IT SMELLED NICE TOO... NO. HE WAS A SELWYN. SHE WOULD ACCEPT THE JACKET ONLY BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO LEAVE, AND SHE DIDN'T WANT TO GET IN AN ARGUMENT THAT MAY POSTPONE THEIR DEPARTURE FURTHER. "I COULDN'T GIVE A DAMN IF YOU WERE CONNOR RIGHT NOW; I JUST WANT TO GET AS FAR AWAY FROM HERE AS POSSIBLE, AS SOON AS POSSIBLE," SHE SNAPPED, PRANCING IN PLACE MORE FROM HER AGITATION THAT THE COPS WERE SURELY RIGHT BEHIND HER THAN BECAUSE SHE WAS COLD. SHE WAS STILL TOO HYPER FROM HER ESCAPE TO BE COLD. SPEAKING OF WHICH, SHE TURNED HER HEAD QUICKLY AS SHE HEARD SIRENS WAILING DOWN THE HIGHWAY. "SHIT..." SHE MUTTERED TO HERSELF, RACING AGILY TO THE BARN DOOR AND LOOKING DOWN THE HILL TOWARD TOWN. SURE ENOUGH, COP CARS WERE JUST POURING INTO THE STREETS OF SAPPHIRE BAY, AND WOULD BE HERE IN MERE MOMENTS. TURNING BACK TO ASHER, NOT CARING IF HE'D JUST BEEN CHECKING OUT HER BARELY COVERED ASS, SHE GRABBED HIM BY HIS SHIRT AND DRUG HIM AFTER HER. "CRANK UP THE JEEP NOW OR WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A LOT TO EXPLAIN WHEN THE COPS GET HERE."

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[asher selwyn]

Asher stared easily at the young woman in front of him, trying his best not to let his eyes wander. She already hated him enough and she certainly didn't need another reason to. He kept his eyes trained on her vibrant eyes, watching her quietly. He felt bad for her, he honestly did. While he was most like his eldest brother Connor, he had more of Lennox's heart. She didn't deserve to be kept like a prisoner to the mob. She didn't deserve half of the things that happened to her and he wished that he could do something to help her. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled softly and then heard her words. He finished buckling the front of Cal's blanket, nodding in response to her. "Yes, we can go. What did you do this time anyway?" He questioned innocently enough, finishing with his horse's blankets and patting his muscled neck. Stepping out of the stall, he latched it behind them both and then looked across at Sutton. She really was a pretty girl and sometimes Asher wished they were together under different circumstances.

As it stood however, she'd never be interested in him. Unless he could somehow convince her not to hate him with all of her being he was definitely not going to get a chance with her. Sighing once more, he listened to her words, glad that she had accepted his jacket without much of a complaint. She even seemed to be a little less stressed with that on, for that was one more thing that she didn't have to worry about: being cold. He had also seen the smile on her face when Cal had taken her bunny ears. Well maybe she enjoyed riding. He wouldn't mind if she came down and enjoyed spending time with Cal now and again. Maybe it would do her some good. "You know, if you'd like...you could come down here whenever you wanted to ride Calvin. He'd probably enjoy more attention." Asher finished with a shrug as if it wasn't a big deal. However, he didn't let just anyone ride his horse. He was usually very picky but he was giving her the opportunity if she wanted. Leaving that in the air, he watched as she raced down the aisle as she heard sirens.

His heartbeat increased a bit as he heard them as well. If he was discovered with her he'd be in trouble. Not with just the law, but with Connor as well. He had already gotten involved with the law upon his arrival and if it happened again his brother would have his head. As she came back to him and grabbed his shirt, he stumbled slightly as she pulled him, but then ended up running beside her. The jeep was a bit of a hike, being on the other side of the stable. He ran faster than her so he grabbed her hand, pulling her along at his pace as they hurried. Seeing the jeep up ahead he released her and raced into the driver's side, hoping she was quick to jump in as well. Firing up the engine, he yanked it into reverse and shifted it to get it into gear. This was when he wished he had an automatic jeep instead of a standard. However, when it was in gear, he reached behind him and grabbed the pair of sweatpants and the sweatshirt he carried in his vehicle. "Put those on. If we get stopped, I can cover better without you having that outfit on." Yanking the bunny ears from her once more, he shoved those beneath his own seat and then sped along.

However, the police were out in full force and Asher didn't stand a chance even if he was going to speed limit. Sighing in slight frustration as the cruiser came up close behind him, he pulled over obediently. He wasn't going to push it while they were in those cars and he had a jeep. Pulling up the emergency brake, he tightened his hands around the steering wheel and looked in his rear view mirror. This was just great. "Shit Sutton. What did you do?" He questioned rhetorically, and watched the deputy swagger to the jeep. He rolled down the window and caught the guy's eyes. He looked pissed. "Where you headin? You seemed as if you were in a hurry." Asher looked at him incredulously. They had been going the speed limit. Reaching for Sutton's hand, he put on the most fake smile he had ever produced, but it looked authentic to someone who didn't know him. "Well officer. I believe we were going the speed limit, but my girlfriend and I are on our way home from a special night. We were celebrating our anniversary and were just looking forward to being home." He said with a wink, waiting for Sutton to speak up as well. Hopefully this worked.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border: #3b2621 15px solid; background-color: #c5b9b8; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/nn1ipu.gif);] [atrb=width,400] the oncoming storm WEARING BUNNY EARS AND THIS - NOTES MUWHAHAHA LEGSSS SHE REALLY COULDN'T BELIEVE HOW FAST HIS LONG LEGS COULD CARRY HIM. SHE WAS A FAST RUNNER, BUT ASHER BEAT HER BY A BIT, HALF-DRAGGING HER BEHIND HIM SINCE SHE HAD A HARD TIME KEEPING UP. THE HIGH HEELS SHE HAD ON CERTAINLY DIDN'T HELP MATTERS MUCH. SHE LEAPT INTO THE JEEP A MOMENT BEHIND HIM AND HELD ON AS THREW IT INTO GEAR AND TOOK OFF ONTO THE ROAD TOWARD THE MANSION. "TRUST ME, IT CAN WAIT," SHE ANSWERED AS HE ABSENTLY ASKED HER WHAT SHE'D DONE. IF SHE TOLD HIM ANYTHING, SHE KNEW THE POLICE COULD QUESTION HIM AND HE'D BE GUILTY JUST FOR BEING WITH HER. BUT IF HE DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING, THEY COULD COVER MORE EASILY. TURNING IN THE SEAT AS HE OFFERED HER HIS SPARE CLOTHES, SHE WRINKLED HER NOSE, BUT SHE KNEW HE WAS RIGHT. THE COPS OBVIOUSLY HAD A PROFILE OUT ON HER ALREADY, AND THE CLOTHES SHE HAD ON WOULD BE A DEAD GIVE-AWAY IF THEY WERE CAUGHT. CLIMBING INTO THE BACK SEAT, SHE UNHOOKED THE SNAPS CONNECTING HER THIGH-HIGHS TO THE GARTERS AROUND HER WAIST. AS HE DROVE, SHE TUMBLED ABOUT IN THE BACKSEAT AND CURSED HIM A FEW TIMES FOR DRIVING LIKE SOMEONE'S INSANE GRANDMOTHER. SUDDENLY, THE SIRENS GREW CLOSER AND SHE LOOKED THROUGH THE TINTED BACK WINDOW OF THE JEEP TO SEE A COP PULLING THEM OVER. SHIT. SHE'D BARELY GOTTEN THE LINGERIE OFF, AND SHE CERTAINLY HADN'T CLOTHED HERSELF IN ASHER'S SPARE CLOTHING. SHE HAD TO THINK QUICKLY, AND SHE WAS THANKFUL SHE WAS PARTIALLY HIDDEN AS THE COP CAME UP ALONG THE SIDE OF THE CAR. BECAUSE THE BACK OF THE JEEP WAS TINTED, SHE WAS CLOAKED FROM VIEW UNTIL THE COP CAME UP AND STOPPED. THANKFULLY, ASHER SPEWED THE FIRST THING TO HIS MIND, MAKING UP SOME NONSENSE ABOUT THEM BEING ON THEIR ANNIVERSARY AND TAKING A SPECIAL DAY. HOW ROMANTIC... SHE SMIRKED TO HERSELF, HIS WORDS GIVING HER AN IDEA. THANKFULLY, SHE WASN'T ASHAMED OF HER BODY. JUST AS ASHER FINISHED HIS EXPLANATION, SHE SPILLED OUT OF THE BACKSEAT, WEARING NOTHING BUT HER LACY UNDERWEAR AND THE COAT ASHER HAD GIVEN TO HER AT THE STABLE. HER BRA AND PANTIES SHOWED BENEATH THE COAT, AND SHE GIGGLED WILDLY AS SHE FELL INTO THE PASSENGER SEAT, HER FEET STILL IN THE BACKSEAT SO HER SHAPELY LEGS WERE NEXT TO ASHER'S EAR AND SHE BIT HER FINGER, ACTING INSTANTLY SURPRISED TO SEE THE COP STANDING BY THE CAR. "OH, OFFICER!" SHE CRIED IN MOCK SURPRISE, PULLING HER KNEES UP TO HER CHEST AND TWISTING, GIVING THE COP (AND ASHER, SURELY) PLENTY OF TIME TO TAKE IN THE FULL MAGNIFICENCE OF HER PERFECT LEGS. SHE SPENT A LOT OF TIME ON HER BODY, AND SHE WAS DAMN WELL GOING TO USE IT TO HER ADVANTAGE. SHE WASN'T A SLUT BY ANY MEANS, AND SHE WAS STILL A VIRGIN IF THAT COULD BE BELIEVED, BUT THAT DIDN'T MEAN SHE DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO ATTRACT A MALE. THEY ALL WANTED THE SAME THING: TO SEE SOME BOOBS AND/OR SOME ASS. "I'M SO SORRY..." SHE STAMMERED, MANAGING A SMALL BLUSH AS SHE PULLED THE JACKET AROUND HER IN FAUX MODESTY, LEAVING IT AT THE PERFECT V SO HER CLEAVAGE WAS STILL VISIBLE BUT HER BRA WAS HIDDEN. "WE WERE.. UM... WELL..." SHE GIGGLED AND SHIFTED HER KNEES AROUND LIKE A NERVOUS SCHOOLGIRL. THE POLICE OFFICER CLEARED HIS THROAT, OPENLY STARING AT SUTTON IN HER NEAR-NAKED GLORY AND THEN FORCING HIMSELF TO LOOK BACK AT ASHER. "WELL, I'M SORRY TO... UM... INTERRUPT. YOU KIDS BE SAFE NOW, AND DON'T BE SPEEDING. THERE ARE SOME BAD PEOPLE OUT IN THESE PARTS. I WOULDN'T WANT YOU TWO LOVEBIRDS GETTING INTO ANY TROUBLE." SUTTON BIT HER BOTTOM LIP AND NODDED SERIOUSLY AS IF SHE WAS SOAKING IN EVERY WORD OUT OF THE COP'S MOUTH. SHE WAS INWARDLY WISHING HE WOULD SHUT HIS MOUTH SO SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO KEEP PRETENDING SHE WAS DESPERATELY IN LOVE WITH ASHER. THANKFULLY, HE WASN'T A DOG SO IT WASN'T TERRIBLY HARD TO PRETEND SHE WAS ATTRACTED TO HIM, PLUS SHE WAS A GREAT ACTRESS. IT WAS BASICALLY HER JOB. AS THE DEPUTY RETURNED ASHER'S DRIVER'S LICENSE AND DEPARTED FOR HIS CAR, SUTTON SUCKED IN A DEEP BREATH AND RELEASED IT IN A VERY AUDIBLE 'WHOOSH'. "DAMN, THAT WAS CLOSE," SHE MUTTERED, SETTLING HERSELF INTO THE PASSENGER'S SEAT SO IT WOULDN'T LOOK SUSPICIOUS IF SHE CLIMBED BACK INTO THE BACKSEAT. THEN SHE REALIZED ASHER WAS GIVING HER A FUNNY LOOK. LOOKING OVER AT HIM, SHE BUGGED HER EYES AND SHRUGGED. "WHAT? DRIVE. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN IN THE SNOW WITH NOTHING MORE THAN UNDERWEAR ON?" HUGGING THE COAT TIGHTER AROUND HERSELF, TRYING NOT TO WONDER IF HE WAS INSPECTING HER LEGS, SHE LOOKED STRAIGHT FORWARD AND TRIED TO ASSUME NONCHALANCE. IN REALITY, SHE WAS PROUD OF HOW SHE LOOKED, AND SHE WANTED HIM TO BE LOOKING. SHE'D NEVER LET HIM KNOW THAT OF COURSE.

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Asher's eyes didn't leave the rear view mirror as the police officer walked easily enough from his cruiser. Sure, the guy had all of the time in the world but it certainly didn't seem like it was enough for Sutton to get changed. He looked over his shoulder at the young woman, seeing her freeze as she caught sight of the officer coming too closer for her to do anything else with her outfit. "Shit, Sutton." He muttered testily beneath his breath, forcing a fake, genuine smile upon his handsome face. Time to turn on the charm even if the officer would be more interested in Sutton in this situation. She better be formulating a plan in case Asher's story was not something the man chose to believe. However, as he looked over to see what the darling young Russian had up her sleeve, he was not greeted with her eyes or anything of the sort. Now in his line of vision was a long pair of shapely, toned legs. Completely surprised, his mouth parted slightly in wonder, and he followed the length of her legs down, finally finding her eyes as he saw her smiling coyly.

He couldn't believe this girl. She certainly knew how to work her body in order to get what she wanted. It took another moment to regain his composure because he had definitely just been turned on by that. Fortunately he was able to control himself and he gave her a look before turning to the officer as Sutton spoke in her most innocent voice. She confirmed his story, which was perfect and he listened as she officer spoke up once more. He smiled as he took his license back, slipping it back into its holder in his wallet. Leaning forward a bit, he shoved his wallet into his back pocket. "Thank you so much officer. We'll be sure to get straight home from here." He said innocently enough, flashing another charming smile as he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Following the officer's gaze, he took in Sutton's legs once more as she displayed them fully, getting herself into a more appropriate position for the drive home. He smiled over at the officer while taking Sutton's hand into his own. "Have a wonderful day sir!" He watched the man depart and he didn't release Sutton's hand until the officer was in his car again.

Dropping her hand instantly, he looked over at her incredulously. "You couldn't have just put the darn pants on Sutton?" He said in a teasing tone, his eyebrows raising as he shook his head with a smile. Well, whatever worked. Watching the officer drive off, his lights flaring up once more, Asher just rolled his eyes and put the Jeep into gear. "What an idiot." He said, meaning the officer. Hearing her words about her being in just lingerie in the cold for a while now, he leaned forward and cranked the heat up for her. As he did so, he couldn't help but steal a glance at her legs and instantly felt guilty. He wasn't some pig like his brother Connor. He talked a lot of game, but when it came to the Sutton situation, he had a lot more modesty than he'd ever admit. Sighing, he reached behind him and grabbed the pants and sweatshirt once more, plopping them on her lap. "Here. I know you're cold, so don't even tell me you aren't." He said matter of fact, watching her for a moment before turning back to the road. He couldn't believe that they were in this situation together, but he was more than happy that they had escaped it in one piece. His foot floored the gas pedal so that they could reach the mansion faster. Once they did, his tires squealed as he went through the gates, chucking it into park as they reached the garage. "There. Now you can go back to hating me." He said almost snappily, getting out of the Jeep and slamming the door behind him. He strode forward quickly, heading to the now empty house. He was thankful for his long legs because he was inside in seconds.

806 WORDS | COMPLETE | SUTTON
LYRICS BY ALL TIME LOW | TEMPLATE BY ARRO
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