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Posted: Nov 19 2004, 01:05 AM
Member No.: 49
Joined: 16-September 04
Turning Back The Clock
Julian Crane, sexy, wealthy son of Alistair, a man who thought of two things in life, sex and booze. What an amazing combination that was for a man who was married to Ivy Winthrop, a marriage for two people very unhappy within their surroundings, but forced together by their fathers. Julian sat in the living room, staring at his wife, through a glass of scotch, studying her icy blonde tresses as she stood there with a phone in her hand, wearing a red business suit. She was quite the witch, well for the many times they had spent any valuable time together, but what was valuable about being married to such a woman? She locked eyes with him for one moment, his hazel eyes, looking as empty as what was in his head as far as she was concerned. She continued to talk as he took another long sip from the glass, stretching out his legs upon the leather footstool, playing with his red tie upon his dress shirt. He motioned for her to come towards him, but she shook her head, giving them the look of saying piss off I hate you. When she walked by him then, he grabbed her ass and she glared at him coldly, knowing he was half in the bag as usual.
“Don’t do that again.” She said, then grabbing him by the tie and nearly choking him.
“What’s wrong with you my princess?” he said, smirking.
“You’re what’s wrong with me, why don’t you get upstairs and do something constructive for once in your life?”
“I have a life dear, a good life, I just love to test those waters with you and the fact is even if you’re a bitch, you have quite the great behind, mmm.” He said laughing.
“It doesn’t give you the right to touch it Julian.”
“Why not Ivy, I like it.” He said, trying again.
“What did I just say?”
“I say, that suit looks great on you darling.”
“I hate you!”
“I hate you too, but regardless, I need just one more touch.”
As he went to touch her, Julian hollered in pain when he felt Ivy’s hand between his legs.
“Let go, no Julian, not until you promise not to touch me again.”
“Fine, fine, stop, you’ll damage him.”
“Little Julian will be fine.” She said, then loosening her grip.
He lay back, hoping he wouldn’t have to have surgery after that amazing grip. When he got up for a moment, after many more drinks, the room was spinning and he wasn’t paying attention missing the stair as he went up them, experiencing instant rug burn upon his face as he hit them. Ivy hurt him yell and stood at the top of the stairs.
“Help you what, sober up?” she asked.
“Forget it, get up off your sorry ass, I’m not helping you.”
“If you can’t hold your liquor, then you deal with it.” She said.
“Please?” he said, trying to stand up again, but falling just as quickly.
“Okay, fine Julian, if it will shut you up.”
He studied her as she came down the stairs one step at a time and when he went to reach for her hand, she slammed it down into the step, digging her matching red heel into it.
“Witch!” he said, trying to remove it.
“Did that wake you up sweetie?”
“Yeah sure.” He said, quite annoyed.
Julian sat there for a while, he couldn’t get up those stairs, so he thought he might as well just stay there then, and he did, falling asleep in the middle of the stairs until Ivy pushed him aside walking by him.
“What, where am I?”
“Mars.” She said, smiling.
“Why don’t you go to bed?” she said, shaking her head at him.
“Gladly, but not with you.” He said, picking up his jacket that was completely creased from him lying upon it.
“Would you like a vacuum?”
“Why?” Julian asked.
“For all that drool upon the steps.”
“Yeah right.” He said, irritated.
Posted: Nov 20 2004, 11:25 PM
Member No.: 49
Joined: 16-September 04
Ivy helped him up the stairs as much as she could, Julian was not steady on his feet and he nearly fell backwards a few times, quickly thinking, she grabbed him by his tie, practically cutting off his windpipe.
“I know you want to kill me, but let me get upstairs first.” Julian said, annoyed.
“Oh shut up and come along, God, I can hardly stand the smell of you, how much did you drink?”
“What?” he said, his legs feeling like jelly then.
“Never mind, just get to bed.”
When Julian stepped on her foot, she cringed in pain.
“Watch where you going there big foot!” Ivy said annoyed.
When she managed to get open the door, she pushed him towards the bed, but Julian missed, landing on the floor.
“Oh my head, darling, why do you torture me so?”
“Because I can, you’re a buffoon, now get up off that drunk ass of yours and get into bed.”
When Julian crawled into the soft bed, he moaned into the pillow, his body spread out, like he never wanted to move ever again.
“Well at least take off your shoes.” Ivy said.
“You do it, I’m just, uh…”
“Fine, you’re just like a child, I have to look after you.”
“Okay mommy, take care of me.”
Ivy smiled slightly and pulled off his black dress shoes, one at a time, and when she struggled with the second one, Julian kicked his leg slightly, nearly sending her across the room.
“Watch it Mr. Crane.”
“Yes Mrs. Crane, hurry up, I’m tired.” He said, running his hand through the back of his gray hair.
Ivy moved him slightly, to undo his tie.
“Getting frisky are we darling?”
“Zip it or I’ll choke you with this tie.”
“Or we could use it for other purposes.”
“I thought you were drunk Julian.”
“I am, but I’m always horny.” He said, smiling devilishly.
“Oh get a room.”
“I have one, I have a nice king sized bed with your name on it.”
“Dream on.” Ivy said.
“You’re not my type.”
“No, we made kids together did we not?”
“Don’t remind me Julian, now go to bed.” She said, placing the tie on the chair with this wrinkled suit jacket.
Julian then turned around to gaze at her, laying on his back and undoing his white crisp dress shirt one button at a time, pulling out the bottom of the shirt and leaning against the pillow, his shirt wide open as Ivy stared at him. He attempted to cross the bed then, sitting on the edge of it.
Julian motioned for her to come to him, but Ivy turned him down flat.
“I’ll see you later.” She said, realizing she better get out of that bedroom, he was in some kind of a mood, one that she hadn’t remembered him ever being in, the fact that he was turned on by her was enough for her to leave the bedroom.
“Wait for what Julian?”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be coming onto you, but you look so desirable tonight.”
“That’s the booze talking, you hate me and I hate you.” Ivy said.
“Well yeah, but not tonight.” He said laughing.
“You are sobering up slightly I think, unless this was an all act to get me in the sack.”
“Nope, my dear princess, not at all, I never even thought about it until you started taking off my tie, you know that could truly be quite the accessory, we could tie each other up with it.”
“Or I could just gag your mouth shut with it, you’re so much more pleasant when you’re not shooting off that mouth of yours.” Ivy said.
“Why do you have to have such an attitude with me?”
“Because you made me that way, dealing with you.”
“Dealing with me, what about loving me?” he asked.
“Loving you, don’t be silly, goodnight.”
Julian struck out and that was not usually the case, not with Mr. Julian Crane, the sexy womanizer he was, he could snap his fingers and he could have any bimbo in his bed, all he needed was the leather jacket and he could be the Fonz. He undid his pants, squirming to get them off of his legs, they suddenly seem tight, and due to the many drinks he had had.
“Oh my God, I hope I’m not getting a beer gut as they call it.” He said, touching his stomach in disgust.
“Shut up in here, you’re talking so loudly.” Ivy said, peering her head in.
“Help me get these off.”
“Do it yourself or sleep like that.” Ivy said, slamming the door.
Julian grumbled to himself, finally getting them off and throwing them onto the floor, collapsing finally onto the bed, out like a light within minutes, that was until he opened his eyes a few hours later, trying to see what time it was, the large digital numbers on the black alarm clock seeming rather fuzzy.
“Four in the morning, that’s it, ugh!” he said, annoyed.
He should be tired, but he suddenly felt a second wind and decided to get out of bed, nature suddenly calling thanks to the thousand drinks he had consumed earlier on. He turned on the light, suddenly squinting as it felt like the blinding sun in his eyes, turning it off quickly. He still felt rather lightheaded, and as he opened the door to the hallway, he hit himself with it, not watching what he was doing.
“Damn door!” he yelled.
He walked slowly along the hall, yawning quite loudly, running his hands through his gray hair and when he opened the bathroom door, he looked at himself, his eyes rather bloodshot and his hair looking like he stuck his finger in an electric socket.
“That’s what they call bed head, I’m a pretty sore sight.”
Ivy had gotten out of bed within a few minutes, waking up suddenly from a dream she had had, more like a nightmare considering it was about Julian. She decided to go downstairs and get a glass of water but not before visiting the ladies room. When she opened the door, Julian looked up in complete shock.
“Oh my God, I’m blind!” Ivy said.
“Well then shut the damn door!” he yelled.
Ivy would be unable to see for life, not expecting to see Julian like that. As she started down the stairs, she felt a hand upon hers.
“Don’t touch me, I don’t know where those hands have been.” Ivy said.
“You wish, anyway, don’t you knock?”
“In my own home, hardly, have you heard of a thing called a lock?”
“Look, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t consume that many drinks and make it thorough the night.” Julian said.
“Yes, well we don’t want you wetting the bed do we?”
“Very funny, you think you’re the queen of jokes don’t you?”
“Yes my dear Julian.” She said, smiling at him.
“So where you going?”
“To get a glass of water.”
“Oh Ivy, don’t mention water please.”
“Maybe I’ll make a tea.”
“You make something, hello, you use our hired help to maximum capacity.”
“I can boil water Julian. thank you very much.”
“This I have to see.” He said following her.
“Aren’t you going to put something over that?”
“My boxer briefs?”
“Yes, leave something to the imagination.” Ivy said.
“Oh but darling, I’m quite proud of myself.”
“I don’t care, I’d like to keep my tea down, now put on a robe, now!” she demanded.
When he entered the kitchen, she was there, and yes actually boiling water, and yes it was a bloody miracle she could do that, Julian was right, she wasn’t exactly a homemaker, but she did try every so often.
“Do I need to call the fire department now or after you make our tea?”
“Julian, just sit down will you?”
When she managed to make it, Julian took a sip and pretended to choke.
“It’s not that bad is it?”
“It’s not bad I guess, even for you.”
He stared at her, suddenly admiring her purple silky nightie, with matching robe, not paying attention as much, thinking he would be pushing up daisies after the first sip of her tea.
“Mmm.” He said softly.
“You look very good in that.”
“What’s underneath.” He said, taking another sip.
“Don’t you ever give up?”
“No, why should I? I like what I see so I’m going to tell you.”
“Julian, what’s with you, you never have an interest in me, why suddenly tonight?”
“I don’t know, I can’t explain it, but, in that color and your hair rather messy and cascading your shoulders, you have quite the sex appeal.” Julian said.
“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me in our entire history of knowing each other.”
“I said nice things before.”
“In bed, when you wanted it, that’s it.”
“Of course Julian, but this time I think you may actually be sincere, wonders never cease.” Ivy said.
“I’m not completely heartless.”
“Maybe, but anyway, do you want another cup of tea?”
“Sure, I kept this down so far, so I’ll chance it.”
“Okay.” Ivy said.
Posted: Nov 22 2004, 09:37 PM
Member No.: 49
Joined: 16-September 04
When she stood up, taking his cup, she knocked the sugar bowl off of the table, smashing it to pieces, sugar everywhere.
“Shit!” Ivy said annoyed.
“My darling, such foul language for such a sophisticated woman.” Julian said smiling.
“Oh well just help me pick it up.”
“You’re not going to call for backup?” He said, referring to the hired help.
“Nah, if I can make tea, I can clean up sugar.”
She leaned down to pick it up and Julian sat there for a moment, getting a great view of her cleavage as her silk robe opened up.
“What?” she said staring at him.
“Nothing.” He said devilishly.
“You’re such a pig!” Ivy said closing it in a heartbeat.
“Yes I am and proud of it my dear.” He said, getting down to help her pick up the shattered pieces.
He watched her as she tried to pick up each piece carefully until she yelled, a piece cutting her finger.
“Shit again!” She said, getting quite irritated.
“Let me take care of that.” He said, helping her up and taking her over to the tap, running the cold water.
“I can manage myself, I’m not five years old.” She said firmly.
“Sometimes you act like it.”
“Alright, I’ll be nice, anyway, let’s get your pretty finger a band-aid.” He said, walking away for a few minutes to find it.
Ivy didn’t understand why he was being so nice, being somewhat kind, if that was something Julian Crane could be, not to mention how he was giving her the eye, she wondered if there was something in the drinks he had had earlier that night. When he returned, he put the band-aid on and kissed her finger.
“There all better my dear.”
“What is wrong with you?” she said, getting all-defensive.
“Can’t I just be nice?”
“No you can’t, what do you want, I mean I said earlier you gave me quite the compliment, but what do you really want Julian and you better not damn well say sex!”
“No, I don’t know Ivy, you know all we do is fight and you can be my worst nightmare sometimes.”
“Likewise, you’re the most annoying jerk I know!”
“I know that, and you have your moments too, but don’t you think that maybe sometimes we should try not to be so rude to one another?”
“Oh come on Julian, be real, this is the type of relationship we have, it’s just the way it is. We don’t get along, so why start now?” Ivy asked.
“Because when you are being rather civil, you’re not that bad to handle Ivy.”
“Right Julian, why don’t you go back to bed?”
“Don’t argue with me.”
“I’ll argue all I want with you, you think just because you get me a band-aid makes things all better?”
“I kissed it better.”
“Do you want a medal?”
“Ivy, ugh, just, oh maybe you’re right, maybe we can’t get along even just a little bit.”
“Yes Julian, well you can go now, glad you didn’t die from my tea.”
“No I didn’t, as I said it was drinkable.”
“Fine!” Ivy said, in a huff.
Ivy stormed off, very annoyed as usual with her so-called husband.
“Julian, leave me alone, I’m not interested in anything you have to say I…”
Ivy didn’t get to finish her sentence, not seeing the coffee table in her presence as she looked back at him, then tripping over it at quite the speed and landing on her face.
“Ivy!” he said, coming to her rescue.
“Go ahead, laugh your ass off you jerk.” She said.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine, just fine, go to hell Julian!”
“Let me help you up!”
Ivy could be as stubborn as Julian and when she tried to stand up, she yelled in pain.
“What is it?”
“My ankle, I think I sprained it.” She said, trying to be tough as nails, but her emotions became quite present when a tear ran suddenly down her cheek.
Julian’s usually smart-ass remarks did not come out then, he could see she was in pain, even if she tried to be brave.
“Come on, let me get some help.”
“No, don’t wake anyone up, please Julian.”
“Just don’t, I’ll be fine.” She said, trying to stand again on her own.
“Darling, don’t, you might make it worse, now come on, I have to help you.”
“I can’t make it up the stairs.”
“Come on, I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“No Julian, please don’t.”
“Ivy, yes and I won’t take no for an answer.”
Julian had her checked out and she had certainly sprained her ankle, her left one to be exact. The doctor had given her a pair of crutches and as she walked through the front door of the mansion, she was extra crabby in his opinion with good reason, she was tired, it was early morning and in pain.
“This is impossible, I have things to do, and I can’t be held back by a sprained ankle.”
“Would you just stop being so pig-headed?”
“Why are you being mean to me?”
“I’m not, but you’re worried about other things when you should be worried about one person, you.” Julian said.
“I have many things to do today Julian.”
“They are being put on hold, you need some rest, and you’re cranky.”
“Well you are my dear, I understand why, and I am too, we are both sleepy now, let’s go to bed.”
“Relax, I said bed, not sex.” He said, trying to make her smile.
“Oh okay, well even if it was your mind that was focusing on sex, it couldn’t happen, I’m not exactly in a good position to do so.”
“Well I know that, anyway dear, can you make it to the library?”
“Are you going to read me a bedtime story?”
“Funny, you can sleep there tonight since you can’t make it up the stairs.”
“Forget the library, I can’t sleep on a leather couch, God knows what you’ve done in that library besides read.”
“Well what then?”
“How about the den, there is a pullout sofa there and it would be more comfortable.” Ivy said.
“Okay sure and I have not done anything there like you think.”
“Yeah Julian and I’m twenty-one, enough talking, help me get there.”
Ivy stood there, trying to balance on her crutches as he opened the sofa bed for her.
“Okay thanks, good night.” She said quickly.
“Ivy, there are no sheets on the bed, let me get some.”
“You have never made a bed in your life.”
“Quiet darling, I will get some from the closet.”
As Julian found some, not waking up the housekeeper, she stood there waiting, as he tried to fiddle with the fitted sheet.
“Oh come on Julian, in this lifetime.” Ivy said annoyed.
“Sorry, what’s wrong with this sheet?”
“It’s called a queen sheet, get the right one at least, it will be time for lunch by time you make this bed.”
After what seemed like hours in Ivy’s eyes, Julian made the bed for her, grabbing a few extra blankets for her as well.
“Thanks.” She said, trying to sit down on the bed.
“You sure you will be comfortable?” he asked.
“Yeah, see you in a few hours I guess.”
“Get some rest okay?”
“Yes daddy.” Ivy said smiling.
“Great to see you smile like that.” He said, opening up the door.
Ivy had thrown on a pair of pants when they went to the hospital, which weren’t that difficult to get on in the first place, but getting them off was becoming more of a problem. She was in a lot of pain, and she hated to ask for Julian’s help, but she yelled for him anyway.
“I can’t get these off.”
“Oh Ivy.” He said, standing in the doorway, winking.
“Not a chance, now get down on your knees.”
“Wow, now that’s some line.” He said laughing.
“I mean to help me get them off, but avert your eyes while you do.”
“Oh my God, you are worried about me seeing your panties, darling, I’ve seen my fair share.”
“You mean you’ve seen them on your bedroom floor.”
“So don’t look okay?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, you want these stuck to your body all night while you sleep?”
“Fine, just do it and go.” She demanded.
When he slipped them off of her long legs, she screamed when he hit her ankle attempting it.
“Don’t scream for me now, you can’t do anything about it.”
“Watch what you are doing, you’re supposed to be the expert at removing clothing.”
“You told me not to look.”
“Oh shut up and look then.”
Julian looked at her white lacy panties, pleasantly surprised by how pretty they were.
“What did I say?”
“I say, thank God you’re not wearing those old grandma panties like Bridget Jones wore.”
“You’re not Daniel Cleaver, so give it up.”
“Ah very good my love, you know the movie?”
“Duh, I’m not born in the stone age, I’m surprised you even know it, you probably attempt to watch a movie but end up having sex two seconds into one with a bimbo.” Ivy said.
“Why do you judge me so Ivy?”
“Because I can Julian, now hurry up.”
“You’re being so demanding, but seeing you in those panties, what a turn on.”
“Who is taking care of you?”
“You’re work is finished.”
“You’re very ungrateful, don’t be such a witch, I just made that bed and took off your pants, wait I usually mess up a bed, something isn’t right here.” He said smiling.
Ivy couldn’t help but smile at him then but asked him to turn around as she slipped on her night dress again, Julian wanting ever so much to have a look, but he thought if he did, she might clobber over the head with one of the crutches. When she was decent, he turned around, his tongue hitting the floor as she was without the robe and slipped into the bed, Julian propped up the pillow then for her, to make her more comfortable.
“If you need anything, just holler.” He said, tucking her in.
“I will, and if you try anything while I’m sleeping, I’ll make you holler when I accidentally get a grip of something so precious to you.”
“Poor little Jules doesn’t want that, I’ll be a good boy, but seriously, if you need me, call me.”
Julian leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek and Ivy just stared at him in complete surprise.
“Goodnight my dear.”
She didn’t say a word and when she caught his gaze with hers, she studied his eyes, his lovely hazel eyes, how sexy they looked in the slight light cascading from the nearby table lamp. Wait a minute, did she just say sexy? Julian Crane sexy? The doctor had given her something for the pain and she felt fine, but maybe the dose was a bit too much, if she was thinking he was sexy.
“What is it Ivy?” Julian said, his voice deepening when he said those words, odd that his voice had never ever appealed to her before.
“Nothing, are you sure? You’re awfully quiet all of a sudden, you not feeling well again?”
“I’m in pain, yes.”
“What can I do for you?” he asked.
“Nothing, you should go.”
“Do you want me to keep you company?”
“What have you been smoking?” Ivy asked.
“Ivy, for once, I’m being completely sincere here, just take it for what it is, and don’t get so defensive.”
“Yes okay, are you happy?”
“You want me to stay?”
“Move over.” He said, pulling back the covers, getting a full view of her in her nightdress and loving every minute of it.
“Julian, are you really going to behave?”
“Yes, oh my God, I’ll be good, I promise, yeah it’s tempting to be in the bed, but you’re not feeling well, I won’t be that much of an ass.”
He got another pillow in the closet and then sat next to her, removing the red rugby shirt he had thrown on to go to the hospital, a suit not needed for that time of morning obviously.
“And what are you taking that off for?”
“Gee, I’m going to bed, so I’m getting undressed, that okay by you?”
“You say fine a lot.”
“Fine.” She said again.
He placed his arm around her, and pulled her close to him. Ivy felt her heart beat rapidly with such anxiety, wondering then if it was a good idea with having him be so near to him. He leaned over then to turn off the lamp and Ivy turned away from him, not giving him a chance to say anything else or try anything. But as she tried to get comfortable, it was awfully difficult, but eventually she had fallen asleep and it happened to be in his arms. It was nearly seven, her usual time to get up. But by time they had gotten to the hospital, waiting, seeing the doctor, the early hours of the morning were over with, but she was dead tired, wanting to get some sleep. And she did for a few hours until she woke up in pain, moving so much then that Julian fell out of the bed.
“Sorry.” She said, tears returning to her eyes.
“It’s okay, but that’s the first time I’ve had a woman kick me out of bed.”
“I’m in so much pain.” She said, holding her ankle.
“Let me get you something.” He said,
He gave her what she needed and he could see just how upset she was and he slipped back into the bed next to her again and hugged her.
“I’m sorry you’re hurting.”
“Thanks.” She said softly.
Ivy was not in the mood for sarcasm then and either was Julian, so they didn’t say anything to each other out of place or for spite or revenge. He turned to her, moving one of her blonde tresses away from her blue eyes. She didn’t have the strength or the energy to ask him why he was doing that, he was just being kind and she accepted that for the moment. But when he leaned over closer, panic set in again, as her body tightened.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” She said, her usual word besides fine.
Julian shrugged his shoulders and Ivy was speechless and in complete shock when he placed a soft kiss upon her mouth.
“What are you doing?”
“As you say, nothing.”
But her words were stopped with his mouth upon hers again. She couldn’t decide whether to stop him, slap him, yell or scream at him, but she didn’t do any of them, she allowed the peck to deepen into quite the passionate kiss and when he broke the kiss, she opened her eyes, meeting his for the first time of more than hatred.
|~*~The Black Widow~*~||
Posted: Nov 28 2004, 12:33 PM
Official Board Member
Member No.: 57
Joined: 17-October 04
This is really good! Not your everyday Evian, huh?
Posted: Nov 28 2004, 06:24 PM
Member No.: 49
Joined: 16-September 04
Hi bud, glad you liked it hon, thanks for your feedback.
|~*~The Black Widow~*~||
Posted: Nov 28 2004, 09:22 PM
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Member No.: 57
Joined: 17-October 04
you're welcome! hope you pmf (post more fast!)