Connie Buchannon
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Aka, 'Mrs. Butcher,' and one of the toughest ladies on the block. She's street smart, won't hesitate to protect her family...and is current driving her ex-gangster hubby insane. But he don't mind: if it's off to Lala Land for him, why not get sent by a beauty like his Connie?
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Dec 5, 2009 6:02:44 GMT -5
(Sorry... Kind of short. Just wanted to get them to get her stuff and back to the room. Hope it's OK. If you want to have him grab one of the bags from her or something that's cool or just have him laugh at her as she takes them all herself that's cool too. I didn't want to move you around too much. So I didn't know what else to do to get them to the car and back.) ConnieConnie walked behind Dare as his long stride kept him moving faster than she could. She had to quicken her pace to keep up with him. She pulled along side and stood next to him when he stopped at the curb. From the look on his face she could tell that he was assessing the situation. Scoping the area out for any possible threats. When he lingered a little longer than she thought was necessary she tugged on his arm. "I think we're safe for now. They couldn't have tracked me down yet. I was careful. I do know how to cover my tracks." Giving him a little smile she pulled him by the arm to get him moving again. She headed across the street. Keeping her eyes open and aware. The walk back to the bar wasn't long. As they approached Connie stuffed her hands into the jacket pockets and grabbed the keys. Scanning the area near the parking lot where she left the car. It looked safe to her. She didn't see any lurking bruisers or bouncers.
Connie clicked the alarm button on the key chain to turn off the security system and unlock the doors. She turned around and leaned against the side of the vehicle and looked over at Dare. "Well, so far so good huh? Get in and I'll drive us back over to the motel." Opening the driver's side door Connie climbed into the car. Waiting for Dare to get in the other side. Putting the key into the ignition she started the engine, backed out of the parking space and pulled into the street.
The drive back to the motel was short. Connie pulled the car into a spot near Dare's room but not directly in front of it. After turning the engine off she got out of the car and went to the trunk. She had two fairly large duffel bags, an over-sized messenger bag and her purse. She pulled them all out of the trunk and set them on the ground and slammed the trunk lid closed. Slipping the messenger bag strap over her head she adjusted it across her chest so that the bag laid flat on her hip. Then she picked up one duffel and slung it over her shoulder. Finally she picked up the other duffel bag and her purse and just held those in her hands.
Satisfied she had gotten everything out of the trunk she headed toward the motel room door. Leaning against the wall when she got there. Waiting for Dare to come unlocked it and let them back inside.
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Dec 5, 2009 15:47:45 GMT -5
Man, talk about a covert sigh of relief. As Connie trotted up next to him and started tugging on his arm, as if nothing was wrong, something uncurled in his mind. Maybe she was telling the truth? Maybe she really was in trouble? Sure, he wasn’t stupid enough to believe that she would come around for shits and giggles, but a guy had to be a bit cautious, after what he’d been through, right?
Letting himself be tugged into a slow trot, Dare couldn’t help the little smile that pulled at his lips. Yeah, maybe he was being a bit paranoid, with the goons thing. Something told him that Connie had put a lot of thought into the theft, and they had a little time, at least, to think up a game plan.
So he was definitely allowed to catch a glance at her backside as he lagged back for a minute, pretending to fumble for something in his pocket. Hell, he was going to have a lot of problems with the whole ‘remember she’s the enemy’ thing.
Relieved that no one popped out of the shadows to attack them when they reached the car, Dare slid in and buckled up. He cast a sideways glance at Connie, remembering what a maniac she was on the roads, and made a show of gripping the side of the door.
“Can I just say that I hope AC’s taught you how to deal and how to drive?” He could help but ask with a teasing grin. The street flew by as they reached the motel, and a frown replaced the smile on his face. Once again, his eyes scanned the street as he slid out of the car and stretched out his legs, grunting at the pop that followed. They had to find somewhere new to stay…even if he was lying low, it had to be easy enough to link his name to the motel chain.
“No, wait, don’t unpack,” He said with a shake of his head, taking the bags from her hands, he set them gently on the curb. “We’ve gotta find somewhere else to crash. Call me paranoid if you want, but I’ve been stayin here for a while and my face’s known. If Ray’s men come around looking for you and hear that I’m in town too, they’ll come lookin’ for me.”
A realization that made something inside of him clench. Yeah, Connie needed help clearing her name…but hell, he was also in trouble with Ray the Douchebag. If the casino owner was any kind of an intelligent man, he’d be hitting up all of Connie’s close relations, starting with her not-so-ex husband. If anything, Dare would be looked at as in on the crime. So what if Con told the guy that they’d parted ways bloody; she’d stolen from him, so what if she was lying about that as well.
Great. As if he didn’t already have enough people gunning for his ass. Man, he was having a crappy year.
Stride quick, he moved into the motel room and started shoving clothes into a water stained duffel bag. “We’ll go stay at the Windham in the touristy section. It’s around a lot of people, so we can blend in…and the place’s all about its security. Ray’s goons will have a harder time getting around there as he will here.”
Stuffing his bathroom crap into the duffel, he hurried around, making sure he didn’t forget anything. “And it’s also a bit expensive, so…you’re paying. Ready to go? Oh good. I’ll give you directions on the way.”
Grinning evilly, he hurried back outside before she could answer and packed up the trunk again.
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Connie Buchannon
*Civilian*
Aka, 'Mrs. Butcher,' and one of the toughest ladies on the block. She's street smart, won't hesitate to protect her family...and is current driving her ex-gangster hubby insane. But he don't mind: if it's off to Lala Land for him, why not get sent by a beauty like his Connie?
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Dec 5, 2009 20:17:07 GMT -5
ConnieConnie was just about to go inside the room and dump her bags somewhere when Dare stopped her. Telling her not to unpack he took the bags and set them back outside. She let out a heavy sigh but she knew he was right after he had explained. If Ray was looking for her, he'd surely look up her past and he already knew about Dare anyway. So if Dare had used his real name to check in. They definitely needed to get a new place to stay.
Connie collected her few article of still wet clothing while Dare packed up all his stuff. She nodded her head as he spoke about where they should go. Connie couldn't help but chuckle when he said it was expensive and she was paying. Then he was out the door.
Shaking her head she followed him back outside. Helping him load everything back into the trunk. She kept her purse with her this time and then climbed back into the driver's seat. They pulled out of the parking lot and she followed his directions to the new hotel. Before they got there she had a thought. "We're going to have to make a quick stop before we get there." Connie looked over at Dare as she spoke. Then spotting a gas station up ahead she pulled in there. Opening the car door she turned and gave Dare a look and shrugged her shoulders. "I can't exactly go waltzing into a nice hotel looking like this... Hell it better be a nice place and they better have fucking room service is all I can say." Without saying anything else she got out of the car and moved to the trunk again. She pulled out one of her duffel bags and then headed off to the gas station bathroom.
Making sure the bathroom was empty she locked the outer door. Then she rummaged through her bag until she found what she wanted. It was a little black dress. Nothing TOO fancy but nice enough for checking into a swanky tourist hotel and sexy enough that she could use it to her advantage.
Slipping out of the t-shirt, sweatpants and boots, Connie pulled on a clean pair of her favorite black lacy panties. No bra was needed with this dress. It was semi-low cut in front and the back was low and scooping down almost to her shapely ass. Digging a pair of heels out of the bag she slid her feet into them. Now she felt like she could walk into any hotel and fit in.
Quickly she looked into the mirror and did some magic with her make up. Then she had to deal with her hair. She brushed through her thick dark hair getting all the tangles and knows smoothed out. Then she leaned forward and let her hair fall over the top of her head and hang down. She brushed it all forward, then took her hair spray and sprayed the fuck out of the underside of her hair. Standing back up she flipped her hair back, letting it fall down around her shoulders. Working on the top a little more she fluffed it a bit and sprayed a bit more hair spray on the top.
Looking back into the mirror she decided that would have to do for now. It was the best she could do in the crappy gas station bathroom. Packing the duffel bag back up she picked up her purse and the bag and headed back outside to the car again. Tossing the one duffel back into the trunk she unzipped the other one. The open another bag that was inside. She pulled out a couple stacks of cash from that bag and stuffed them into her purse before she closed everything back up and slammed the trunk lid down.
Finally she took at deep breath and looked over at Dare. She gave him a smirk and and wink. He seemed a little shocked at her transformation. Then she gave him a once over and frowned a bit. "You got something else you can change into? Or maybe we should go get you something more respectable to wear? Unless you want me to bring you along as my flunky. We wouldn't want to raise suspicion with the hotel staff thinking that we don't belong there now do we?" Connie leaned against the side of the car watching Dare. Waiting to see his reaction and what he thought they should do.
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Dec 6, 2009 1:12:02 GMT -5
Ugh, talk about the longest wait of his goddamn life. What was that country song he kept hearing over the radio since he’d come down here? ‘Waiting on a woman?’ Yep, definitely the bane of every man who’s interested in women’s existence.
Leaning against the side of the car, Dare sighed and pinned his eyes on the gas station’s bathroom door. The Wheel of Fortune started to play in his head, and as mothers hurried their children passed him to their respected cars, or older gentlemen eyed him warily over the hoods of theirs, he started to whistle it aloud.
Hell, with the tattoos on his arms, scar on his neck and ‘oh my GOD, hurry up woman’ impatient scowl on his face, it was pretty obvious why he’d be scaring the locals. And, truth be told, he was pretty immune to it all, now. Most of his adult- and adolescent- life was spent in prison, so there really wasn’t a lot that added up to that.
His tats were a sign of respect among his fellow inmates, and a badge of honor amongst his brothers on the street. Did he give two farts what some old guy in a BMW thought of him? Hell no.
Truthfully, there really was only one person’s opinion that mattered to him, but he wasn’t going to get into that one. He had enough problems with that blasted woman.
…Oh yeah. Lots of problems. Lots and lots and LOTS of problems.
As Connie exited the bathroom, all Dare’s mind could come up with was ‘holy Jesus, that’s mine.’ It practically took all of his self control not to start pounding a foot on the ground, tip his head up to the sky and start howling. But he couldn’t let her know that; couldn’t let her see how much he wanted to yank her into the bathroom with him and mess up all that intricately applied makeup. Or that, right then, he wanted to go leaping around the parking lot, poking the eyes of all the men turning around to stare.
Not that it stopped him from practically doing an ‘I’ll fucking kill you’ hand gesture at one of the men she passed on her way back to the car, who craned over to get a look at her ass. That was HIS goddamn ass the guy was staring at…AW HELL, THERE HE WENT AGAIN. Crap, man!
A frown tugged at his lips as he glanced down at himself; the sweatpants, sneakers an baggy shirt. What, was there something wrong with what he was wearing? Sure, the sweats might be a bit stained…
Oh yeah, fancy schmancy hotel. Damn, he really wished Ilani didn’t hate him so much, or he’d have them crash at her place.
With a martyred sigh, Dare reached into the backseat and snatched up his duffel. Grumbling all the way, he stalked to the bathroom…but not before he mock lunged at the dude who’d been staring at Connie’s ass, baring his teeth and growling. His laughter echoed in the parking lot as the man fell back onto the pavement, then took off in his beemer faster than he could say ‘boo.’
Glaring at his disheveled form in the mirror, Dare threw on the assorted ‘nicer clothing’ he had leftover from his last attempt at meeting his sister. The suit was as penguin-less as he could find it; dark blue slacks, suit jacket and a satin shirt that- according to the saleswoman- accentuated his chest and covered up most of the ink. Swiping a hand through his slightly shaggy hair, he continued to glare at himself, patting one bristled cheek, and strolled back out.
What the hell did he care about the bigwigs in the hotel? But Connie was right, they had to blend in.
Grumpy as all hell for a reason he couldn’t put a finger on, Dare stormed back to the care, tossed his duffel back in and barked at Connie to drive. Thankfully, the ride to the hotel was short, and in no time, the two were being escorted to the check in counter.
So, looking like he wanted to break someone in half made worker bees scurry around him. He’d have to remember this one.
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Connie Buchannon
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Aka, 'Mrs. Butcher,' and one of the toughest ladies on the block. She's street smart, won't hesitate to protect her family...and is current driving her ex-gangster hubby insane. But he don't mind: if it's off to Lala Land for him, why not get sent by a beauty like his Connie?
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Dec 6, 2009 8:13:35 GMT -5
ConnieConnie couldn't help but notice Dare's reaction to her re-appearance from the restroom. She did her best not to let the smirk play across her lips but she didn't think she succeeded very well at it.
Folding her arms she watched as Dare reluctantly grabbed his bag and moved into the bathroom. Connie had to bite back a laugh as Dare scared the shit out of some poor man who had been looking at her. All Connie could do was shake her head and smile.
Now it was her turn to wait. Though she suspected she wouldn't have to wait as long as Dare had. He came out of the bathroom fairly quickly and she gave him the once over. She didn't get a chance to say anything though as Dare's demeanor had shifted. Things had seemed better for the last little while but now he was decidedly a bit cranky as he snapped at her. She wasn't sure what was going on with him now. It didn't seem like he was actually angry at her, just in a grumpy sort of mood. Maybe it was the clothes she thought.
Connie let it go for now and slid into the car. Driving to the hotel per Dare's directions. When they arrived she got out of the car and kept close to Dare as their bags were handled by a bellhop and they were taken to the front desk. As they got to the counter Connie put a sweet smile on her face as she greeted the desk clerk. The general chit chat went back and forth as the clerk asked about what kind of room they needed. Connie turned up the wattage on her smile and told the young women to give them the best room they had available. When asked Connie provided the woman with a driver's license (with a fake name... she had planned this out and had an array of false documents just in case) and enough cash to cover the room for a week plus a hefty deposit for use of the phone, television, mini-bar, room service and any other expenses they made need to charge to the room.
As the woman behind the desk worked on booking the room. Connie leaned against Dare and grasped his upper arm gently. Then she leaned over to him and quietly whispered in his ear. "Not to shabby. You clean up good Dare. You could use a shave though." Grinning at him she gave him a wink and kissed him softly on the cheek before turning her attention back to the front desk. The woman had everything in order and handed over two key cards for their room. Connie smiled at her again and thanked her for her help.
Clutching Dare's arm again she turned to follow the bellhop who was pushing the cart with their bags toward the elevator. The doors opened just as they arrived and Connie stepped in with Dare. The ride up was short and the little ding announced they arrived just before the doors opened. Still following the man with their bags until he stopped in front of a room. He opened the door and pushed the cart through. Connie and Dare walked in behind him.
Connie took a quick scan of the room and a smile spread across her face. Now this was more like it. The room had all the amenities one could hope for. The bellhop finished unloading their bags and started to head out the door. Connie stopped him and handed him a generous tip and smiled at him. He gave her a nod of thanks and a little wave as he left the room closing the door behind him. Leaving Connie and Dare alone in the enormous luxury hotel room. "Wow... This is a lot better than that other motel... Right? What do you think?" Connie turned to face Dare a goofy grin on her face. Fairly proud of herself for getting them this far. Pretty sure they were safe for the time being. She quirked up an eyebrow as she looked at Dare.
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Dec 6, 2009 12:30:20 GMT -5
Alright…so the idea to come to this hotel was a freaking good one. Holy SHIT, man, that bed was bigger than the one in the motel and his apartment pushed into one! And…was that a fridge? In the room? AND LOOKIT THAT TV. He was in frikken Heaven.
Nodding at the bellman when he passed by, Dare made a turn of the room, letting loose a whistle of appreciation. Damn, maybe he’d go and let his wife steal from a casino owner more often.
“Hell yeah, this’ better,” He said with a little laugh, smile widening slightly when he caught the goofy expression on Connie’s. If that little face of hers didn’t remind him of better days, he didn’t know what would.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he couldn’t help but grimace a bit at the residual sting of his ex’s hard hand. Damn, it wasn’t like he was gonna go grab a deserted stairwell with that lady downstairs! As they’d checked into the hotel, Dare had caught Connie turning up and charm and had done so himself. Was it his fault that the nice receptionist-lady started to flutter those fake eyelashes at him? Or if she started to covertly question his relationship with ‘the woman?’ Man, did he get a kick out of the look on Con’s face when that one came up.
It just took all of his self control not to take the woman up on her offer, if only to piss Connie off. Hell, he wasn’t about to let himself work off any steam- at least, that’s what he told himself- with her, so why not with a random stranger? But, in the end, he accepted the fact that they had to keep things cool and under wraps. Doing a hot’n’sweaty with a receptionist in some back alley was definitely not going incognito.
…Yeah, yeah, it was all to keep things incognito. Not because the attraction he had for the infuriating brunette was keeping him pasted to her backside. Er..in a platonic, protective way…aw hell, now that image was going to stay with him until he died of sexual frustration. Which was definitely not helped by that chaste little kiss downstairs. Damn, he really wished some kind of Anti-Ray fairy would come in and save the goddamn day.
Plopping down on the edge of the bed, he scratched at the stubble under his chin, eyeing the room around them. “We should both go take a look at the exits, canvas any good hiding places,” He said, after a minute, absently tapping a finger against the scar on his neck as he looked up at the vent above the TV. “And maybe see if we can start bribing staff members now, before Ray gets in town. But…first, you promised me a picture.”
Eyes flickering down to her face, another smile tilted his lips and he patted the mattress next to him. “Lemme see my little girl,” He drawled, face lighting up again at the thought of Maria.
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Connie Buchannon
*Civilian*
Aka, 'Mrs. Butcher,' and one of the toughest ladies on the block. She's street smart, won't hesitate to protect her family...and is current driving her ex-gangster hubby insane. But he don't mind: if it's off to Lala Land for him, why not get sent by a beauty like his Connie?
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Dec 6, 2009 13:33:21 GMT -5
ConnieConnie glanced around the room as Dare started talking about taking security measures. She inwardly cringed when she saw Dare touch the scar on his neck. Not that he had done it on purpose but it was still a reminder for her as much as it was for him. She knew that they would need to start in on the security situation but she really didn't feel like it at the moment. The last few hours had been a roller coaster ride for her emotions and things were finally settling down somewhat. All she wanted to do was just get used to things for a bit and try to relax for a little while.
When he brought up the picture she felt a surge of excitement and the smile found it's way to her face again. Connie went and found her messenger bag and brought it with her as she sat down on the bed next to Dare. God she loved seeing his face like that. It warmed her heart and brought back memories.
Connie dug through the bag and found one of her favorite pictures. It was actually a series of pictures from one of those photo booths where you put your money in and you got four poses and usually you made funny faces. It was a good memory for her. She pulled it out of the bag. "Ummm... This is one of my favorites. I took Maria to the shore. We went to the boardwalk. They had one of those booths ya know. We had so much fun making faces at the camera. That was actually just about a month ago. It was a good day." Connie handed him the strip of photos. Taking a deep breath as she let out a sigh. She watched him for a few moments. Then it suddenly hit her how hard this probably was for him. How long it had been since he'd seen her. Connie already missed her little girl so bad she couldn't imagine how Dare was feeling right now. It had been what... At least six years since he'd seen his daughter. Connie spoke softly to him. "You can keep that if you want. Actually, I have some others. Maybe you'd like one of them better. One with out my ugly mug in there. I've got some of just Maria. You can take a few of them if you'd like." Connie found herself having to push down her emotions again. Trying not to burst into tears. So much guilt she was feeling now. She shook her head to clear it and dug back down into the bag until she found the small photo album she had brought with her. Holding it tightly in both hands for a minute she looked down at it. Opening it up to the first page she held it out to Dare for him to take. "Here... There's quite a few in there from various ages. She's so beautiful isn't she?" Connie's heartstrings were pinging like crazy right now. No matter what had happened between them. They had done one thing at least that was truly amazing. Creating a beautiful baby girl who would forever link them together whether they liked it or not.
Connie sat quietly on the bed while Dare looked at the pictures. Letting him take his time. Hoping that seeing her gave him something he could feel proud of. Whether he had been there or not the last few years, she was still a part of him too. He had a right to be proud of how she'd turned out.
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Dec 7, 2009 15:46:18 GMT -5
Damn, but he was like a kid in a candy store. What was he? Five? And WHAAA, was he really semi-bouncing on the bed, waiting impatiently for her to wander over with those pictures? Jesus, he really did need a full night’s sleep and fewer surprises.
Given the fact that he hadn’t seen his daughter in almost six years, however…well, that made things a bit more exciting. Would she look like her mother? With her slender figure and tough-as-nails personality? Or would she get more of his mother’s side of the family’s darker, Bohemian looks?
…Well, hopefully she didn’t have a backside like Connie, he thought absently, brain freezing for a minute as she bent over to rummage in her bag. ‘Cause if she did, he’d have to start learning to be in two places at once, so he could deal with his own shit AND beat on horny young guys.
Blinking a bit to jumpstart his mind, Dare moved over a bit to give her some room. He was excited and curious, wondering how much his little girl had grown up…and then boom. One little glance at those pictures, and his chest felt like it was about to explode.
Jesus Christ, he’d missed so much. Taking the string of photo booth pictures from her, he looked down at the smiling face of his daughter. The last time he’d seen Maria, she’d been so small compared to him…still a baby, really. Looking down into the laughing face of the girl in the picture, however, he realized that his baby was all grown up.
“She’s more than beautiful, Connie. She’s an angel,” He said quietly, tracing a finger around the tiny face in the picture. “You did a really good job. She…she looks like you. Has that fire in her eyes that you did, when we first met.”
Looking sideways at her, he shook his head at the ‘pick another one’ comment and slid the pictures into his pocket. For a minute, he could only look down at the other photos she’d pulled, the Grown-Maria smiling up at him with an abandon that he almost envied.
“Does she…” He paused for a minute, clearing his throat. God, he wasn’t some woman, so what was with this sudden urge to tear up? It took most of his self control, but he managed to keep his voice calm, if not a bit on the husky side. “Does she still remember me? Heh, probably not…but, you know, I always knew she was a smart one. Only four years old, and she used to stare at things like she was tryin’ to puzzle ‘em out.”
With a grin at the memory, he glanced up at Connie. “She a lot like you…and pretty good thing, too. If she took after me, she’d be scaring all the boys away.” He paused, a frown crossing onto his face. “There ain’t no boys around, is there?” He had to ask; back home, dating began as young as elementary school. And hell if his little girl would be running around with some kid’s arm around her shoulders!
Clearing his throat again, Dare couldn’t help but slide an arm around her shoulders, looking down at the pictures with a small smile. “You did a good job, Con. Given everything that happened…you did a real good job.”
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Connie Buchannon
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Aka, 'Mrs. Butcher,' and one of the toughest ladies on the block. She's street smart, won't hesitate to protect her family...and is current driving her ex-gangster hubby insane. But he don't mind: if it's off to Lala Land for him, why not get sent by a beauty like his Connie?
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Dec 7, 2009 21:39:30 GMT -5
ConnieConnie sat and watched him as he looked at the pictures. A strange kind of confusing feeling of happiness when he took the picture strip and slid it in his pocket. Not sure what it meant exactly but on some level it seemed he was saying he didn't mind seeing Connie herself in the picture.
The emotions were really bubbling up again as Dare made his comments. Calling Maria an 'angel'. Even giving Connie some praise on how she'd raised her. Connie had to swallow hard the lump in her throat when he brought up the fact she looked like her. The comment comparing Maria to how Connie had been when they first met nearly did her in again. She struggled to keep her emotions under control.
The whole emotional control was not working very well. Not with Dare sitting there getting all choked up himself. She could hear it in his voice. Damn this was so hard. “Does she still remember me? Heh, probably not…but, you know, I always knew she was a smart one. Only four years old, and she used to stare at things like she was tryin’ to puzzle ‘em out.” Connie took a deep breath and sighed. Nodding she looked over at him with a softened expression on her face. Chewing on her lip a little. "She has a picture of you. I've tried... It's been hard... I've tried to... To make her understand that it wasn't her fault... or YOUR fault that your not there... I've never wanted her to think you abandon her... Just tried to tell her that there were complicated circumstances. I do think she remembers a few things. A couple good memories. She mentioned something about you and Christmas once..." She let the sentence and the memory trail off. Connie listened and shook her head when Dare brought up boys. Maria wasn't really into boys yet. It was still kind of 'yeah, they're cute' but sorta still have cooties stage. Connie just nodded again when Dare re-iterated the good job she'd done with Maria. When his arm slipped around her shoulder she couldn't help but feel that old sense of safety with him.
It was all tugging at her heart. How could things have gotten so terrible. Well... she knew how. But, looking back, how could she have ever let Vinny mess with her mind like that. She felt like that was a million years ago. God she was so young then.
Connie couldn't help but lean into him with his arm around her. It was comforting. The whole thing was so familiar feeling, like she was home again.
Swiveling her body so she could face him. Connie looked Dare in the eye. She reached out and touched his hair. Then let her hand touch his cheek while she kissed his forehead. She let her eyes drift over his face. Really taking him in. Her hand slid down from his cheek, to his neck. Her eyes shifted down as her fingers found the scar on his neck and she touched it. Letting them glide gently over it. She closed her eyes for a minute, not able to find the words she wanted to say. "Sorry" was just not enough. There was nothing she could say that was enough.
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Dec 7, 2009 23:04:33 GMT -5
A smile came onto his face at that one. “She remembered Christmas?” He asked, practically bouncing on the bed. There was only four years worth of the holidays spent with his daughter, but out of all of the days of the year, it was Christmas that he tried his best to keep as happy as possible.
The boys knew best to stay away, and even Daddy Dearest gave his son those three days to be with his family…well, if only because Dare had practically threatened bodily harm if otherwise. There was just something about the snow, the decorations, the bright sparkly lights…
And the utter happiness on his wife and daughter’s faces, that made it oh so easy to defy the gang and pretend to lead a normal life.
Every year they’d tried something different, from putting the image of a fireplace up on the TV screen, or putting lights in the living room, since the apartment super liked to throw fits at anything outside. Ah, the memory of seeing his girl’s face when those tiny hands grasped its first brightly colored present, with Connie sitting behind her, laughing at the ‘Christmas Rap’ he’d found on the street corner just a week prior…
His mouth was open to thank her for keeping his memory alive with his daughter, but the words caught in his throat. Butterfly touches made the skin beneath tingle and he held himself still beneath her.
Whatever he was feeling…it was wrong. The woman had stolen their perfect little life in one morning, betrayed him like no other had, or would ever again. And yet, looking back on all those fond memories of his family…
Hell, it was easy to see that things weren’t as perfect as he’d liked to think. For the first two Christmases of Maria’s life, he’d been behind bars for aggravated assault. He’d been dedicated to the gang, to his father, with his family a close second. He’d depended on their love, craved it, even…but he’d never really done anything to keep it. To earn it.
Holding himself still as she ran her fingers over his cheek…God, his neck, he couldn’t help but lean into her touch slightly. Suddenly, his hand shot up to grasp her wrist, jerking it away from the ugly scar and, instead of pushing her away as his common sense screamed, pulled her closer.
Tenderly, he ran his lips over the pads of her fingers, placing a kiss on her palm before moving to the pulse point on her wrist.
“Tell me to stop,” He murmured against her skin. “Because I can’t seem to…”
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Connie Buchannon
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Aka, 'Mrs. Butcher,' and one of the toughest ladies on the block. She's street smart, won't hesitate to protect her family...and is current driving her ex-gangster hubby insane. But he don't mind: if it's off to Lala Land for him, why not get sent by a beauty like his Connie?
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Dec 8, 2009 4:42:51 GMT -5
( WARNING: This thread is now moving into mature subject mater. If you do not wish to read about sexual situations then DON'T READ IT) ConnieConnie's eyes opened when she felt him grasp her wrist. For a moment she thought he was going to be upset. Instead she almost melted into a puddle of goo when he put his lips to her fingers. Everything else then seemed to fade away when she heard his voice. “Tell me to stop,”
“Because I can’t seem to…” Her heart started to race and her eyes fluttered. That control she was trying to keep on her emotions was gone. She couldn't tell him to stop, because she didn't want him to.
Lifting up her leg she swung it across his legs so she was sitting on her knees, straddling his lap. Tilting her head to the side she leaned in and where her fingers had earlier touched the scar on his neck she let her tongue trace over the rough edges. Then moving back across again she placed little kisses along the same jagged line. She breathed in his scent, it hadn't changed and it seemed like just yesterday that she'd been nuzzling his neck like this, not years ago like it really had been.
Her mouth followed the curve of his neck, then up to his jawline. His unshaven face tickling her lips as she moved. The trail led to the bottom of his ear. Connie let her tongue snake out to suck gently on the soft skin of his earlobe before she paused for a moment. She whispered throatily into his ear. "I know it's not the same as before. It can never be the same... I don't even know what it is right now. It doesn't have to be anything... Doesn't have to mean anything at all if you don't want it to." Nibbling on his ear again for a moment as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Then she laid her head on his shoulder and found that little nook where she fit just perfectly. She knew it was probably insane but holding him like that felt right. Lifting her head slightly she wanted to look at him and spoke again. "I've missed you. I just... I want to feel like a human being again. Not like I'm on automatic pilot. I want to feel alive again... You're the only one... The only one who has ever touched my heart. I swear that's the truth." Connie cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. Softly at first but deepening quickly. Her lips hungry for his, her tongue longing to taste him again.
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Dec 8, 2009 10:36:55 GMT -5
Oh good GOD in freaking Heaven, there went his common sense, sent screaming to the back of his brain in chains. There were so many reasons why this was stupid, why HE was stupid…
But hell if any of them stopped him from winding his arms around her waist and keeping her anchored right where she was. He’d started this little game; couldn’t resist the nearness of that perfect skin, or the faint smell of leather as she leaned in next to him. It was an outward sign of his giving up the fight- for now, at least- as he let his head tilt back, giving her more access to her neck. If she really wanted to, she could whip out a switchblade and carve him up right there.
…Though, he really, REALLY wish she wouldn’t. Or, if anything, that she’d at least wait until much later to try it, when he was boneless and about to go into Happy Coma Land.
Because right then, there was only one route that his overflowing brain could comprehend…and that was emerging from the Guilt, Bitterness and Anger forest, and straight into I Wonder If She’s Wearing a Thong territory.
As she spoke, something in his chest tightened up, and he looked down into her face. Didn’t she know that anything he did to her would automatically become ‘something?’ If he really wanted to be honest with himself, he was a screwed up masochist who really had nothing good to his name…other than the two women he shared it with.
By definition, her being there was something. His talking to her, sitting next to her, forgiving her…making love to her. They were all something and for all that was holy, it was going to stay that way.
He might think differently in the morning, or never let himself accept it, but Connie was his, in all the ways that really counted…and he was hers. There would never be another woman on this earth that matched his black little soul like she did.
“You should write romance movies, honey…” He murmured against her lips. In true Dare fashion, he couldn’t help but make light of the situation, as he ran his hands down her back and up under her shirt. He was mentally paying homage to the God of Miniskirts, and let one hand drift down to slide along her inner thigh as his other tugged at her shirt.
She hadn’t said no, instead making what were innocent little kisses something more…that HAD to mean that she knew where things were going, right? Please, if there really is a Big Know-It-All upstairs, let her know where this was going. Because if he didn’t have her, didn’t hear his name on her lips or those frantic screams he still dreamed about sometimes…
Those old school rhymes about a guy’s happy buddy falling off? Yeah, that’d be exactly what happened if Connie decided she didn’t want him. And then he’d just die of pure frustration.
Rolling them over, as if afraid she’d somehow escape him, Dare trapped her beneath his weight, pinning her arms above her head. Somewhere in between, he’d stripped both their shirts off- hello, lust-blackouts- and fit himself between her legs with a low groan.
“Stupid pants…” He growled, burying his face in her neck. “…What you said before, Con? I hope you forget it. This means something…I have no fucking clue what, but it does. If you forget that, you’ll be the one who gets strangled next time…”
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Connie Buchannon
*Civilian*
Aka, 'Mrs. Butcher,' and one of the toughest ladies on the block. She's street smart, won't hesitate to protect her family...and is current driving her ex-gangster hubby insane. But he don't mind: if it's off to Lala Land for him, why not get sent by a beauty like his Connie?
Livin' La Vida Loca
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Dec 8, 2009 13:08:47 GMT -5
ConnieConnie couldn't help but smirk a bit as one minute she was kissing Dare, wondering if he was going to push her away and the next he was hovering over her, both of them topless. Connie couldn't help the soft moan that she uttered as his lips found her neck. She could feel the physical response of his body against hers as she tightened her thighs against his hips.
That familiar heat from deep in her middle was already starting to radiate outward and she had to remember to breath. She was starting raise her hips up to meet his but stopped for a moment when she realized what he had just said.
Wriggling her hands out of his grasp she brought them down and took his face in her hands. Bringing his face up so she could look at him. She had to clear her throat before she could respond and her voice was still thick. "You're right... It does mean something... Whatever IT means we can figure out later. Right now... Let's just do something about those stupid pants." Giving him a wicked grin she gently pushed him back slightly, then hooked a leg around his hip and flipped them over. Now it was her turn to hover over him for the moment. But getting them undressed was her primary concern at the moment. She kicked her heels off and then pushed herself off of him and stood up on the bed. Making a little show of it while she wriggled out of her skirt. Now she was clad in nothing but her tiny little black lace panties.
Raising her eyebrows at him she jumped down from the bed. Going about the business of getting his boots and such off of him. Taking a moment she just looked at him laying there. Her breathing getting heavy. Connie licked her lower lip as she kept her eyes glued on him. Climbing back on the bed she knelt between his legs, letting her fingers undo the button and zipper of his pants. Tugging his pants off she let them drop to the floor then crawled over the top of him again. Now they were both down to just their flimsy underwear the only barrier between them. As she moved she let her body graze against his until she was face to face with him again.
Her lips found his again and she let her body settle on top of his as she kissed him hard and deep. Yep, this was going to mean something. There was no denying that. Whatever it was it couldn't be bad. Could it? It didn't matter, they seemed to be heading down a road they'd been down before. She just hoped the outcome was better than it had been the last time.
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Dec 8, 2009 15:23:17 GMT -5
Dammit, he really did hate the fact that jeans chafed in the most awkward places. How nice it would have been, for her to pull of his pants and have nothing between them but those tantalizing little panties.
Squeezing his eyes shut for a minute, Dare’s chest suddenly expanded as he forced in a deep breath. Okay, don’t be thinking like that. He was not some untried teenager who would end the game faster than she could say YEEHAW…he was Dare Buchannon, known womanizer and…and…
He really should have kept his eyes shut.
Watching her as she made a show of undressing, Dare’s fingers curled into the sheet beneath him to keep from making a grab for her. She was beautiful; all that fire, that jaded soul mixed with just a hint of innocence…God, she made him crazy, and he was starting to like the straightjacket feeling.
And like it even more, when she wasn’t licking those lush little lips. Mentally, he cursed the cotton material of his boxers and let his hands wander over the newly exposed skin. His fingers skimmed over her ribs, the curves of her thighs and wandered lower, sliding between them and under the lacy material of her panties.
“I forgot how much you liked being the one in charge…” He murmured against her lips with a low rumble of a laugh. He met the hardness of her kiss and slid his tongue against her lips, as if asking for passage, while his free hand gripped the back of her head.
God, she felt so goddamn good, and tasted even better. Memories of being with Connie had always gotten him through cold nights…but something was telling me that this was a new version of the woman. She wasn’t that scared, hot tempered little girl he’d married out of high school. No, now she was the confident, hot tempered WOMAN who’d stormed into his life and kicked his ass until he did her bidding.
…But hell, if this was the kind of ass kicking she was willing to dole out, he’d be her punching bag for all eternity.
He tilted his hips, increasing the friction between them as his hand played below. He wanted to say more, to answer to her agreement about the ‘IT’ factor, but all that managed to emerge was a deep, throaty groan.
He was just about reaching the point of no return, where gentle teasing had no foothold. Arching up harder against her, he deepened the kiss, wanting so much to change positions and take what they both wanted. Sliding his hand from her neck, he used it to push at the elastic of the boxers, digging his heels into the mattress and arched up off of the bed again.
…Which immediately made something in his head start floating. God, she felt like Heaven.
“You’re next, babe,” He growled, tossing the offending fabric to the floor. Bringing her down hard against him, his eyes practically rolled back in his head. Jesus, if he didn’t get her fully naked soon, he’d freaking die.
But this was her game, he thought with an inner groan. He’d started it, but in the end, she was the one calling the shots.
And hell…what was new, right?
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Connie Buchannon
*Civilian*
Aka, 'Mrs. Butcher,' and one of the toughest ladies on the block. She's street smart, won't hesitate to protect her family...and is current driving her ex-gangster hubby insane. But he don't mind: if it's off to Lala Land for him, why not get sent by a beauty like his Connie?
Livin' La Vida Loca
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Dec 8, 2009 23:54:53 GMT -5
Connie"Oh. My. Lord." Connie muttered without letting her lips leave Dare's. She hadn't had this feeling in such a long time. There was definitely a difference between just sex and sex with passion behind it, and there seemed to be a lot of passion behind this. Pent up passion that had been waiting for years to be released.
Her whole body already felt like it was humming and they had just started. Every time his body arched up, hers rolled to match it. It was an instinctive response to him. When his tongue probed her lips she parted them allowing his soft tongue to tangle with hers. Another soft moan of pleasure came from deep in her throat while his hands explored her body. The hand that found it's way inside her panties had her squirming just a little... OK, well maybe more than a little.
Connie found herself getting lost in the passion. There were nothing but GOOD memories here. The man's scent, they way he tasted. This had never been a problem for them. They had always had a passion for each other. A natural attraction that had brought them together in the first place. So it only made sense that they fell back into the 'not being able to keep their hands off each other' mode.
She felt him arch himself up off the bed again and suddenly there was even less clothing separating them. When her body crashed into him again she actually gasped out loud feeling him rub against her. "OH GOD... Dare." That was about all she could manage to vocalize at the moment. Then she was torn between keeping contact with his body and getting out of her panties. But, she knew they had to go.
Her hips moved automatically against him one more time. While she let her lips slide away from his. Trailing down his neck again. Then moving farther down, planting little kisses on his chest. Her lips finding some old familiar scars and discovering some new ones. Kissing and letting her mouth glide softly over each one as if she could heal them that way.
Finally she pushed up off of him, rolling onto her back she wiggled herself out of the panties and tossed them over the side of the bed to the floor. Her now naked body sidled up beside him and one leg draped over his, positioned carefully so that it rubbed him just so. Her upper body was back to laying halfway on his chest. The short break let her find her voice again. Her eyes were soft as she looked at him. "Is it bad that I really want this right now? I need it, need you Dare." The emotions were coming back full force again. It could never be just sex with him. This was definitely SOMETHING and a pretty major something. It was going to change things between them. Hopefully for the better. Maybe a few steps closer to healing the old wounds. Not that it was going to be an instant fix. But, it was obvious the Connie and Dare story wasn't over. It seemed that it was starting a new chapter and who knew where it would take them.
Connie ran her tongue across her teeth seductively before she let her lips crash into his again. Her tongue hungrily searching for his once more. Letting her hands do some exploring of their own. Running down his chest, past the flat firm muscles of his stomach. Slipping her hand lower she let her hand get teasingly close. Close enough that the back of her hand just barely grazed a very sensitive area that was currently demanding her attention. She knew it was a bit teasing but it wasn't like they weren't going to see this through to it's conclusion. They were already well on their way to that.
After a moment she let the hand slip to the side and run down his hip and pulling herself more on top of him. And then they were back in full swing with their bodies moving together. They still hadn't sealed the deal but they were so close now. She couldn't help the noises she made, as she was engulfed with pleasurable sensations. Her body was aching for him. Already feeling herself heading to the brink of ecstasy and more than happy to fall right off that edge.
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