Red Sky at Night...	Red Sky at Night...by  Vicki 

Pairings:- f/Stan 

Type:- Sequel to 'Seeing Red' 

Teaser:- After the events of Seeing Red, Melissa and Stan have some fun...


Spoilers:-If you've read Seeing Red...None. 

Disclaimer:- These fabulous characters remain the property of
Alliance/Paul Haggis etc... who continue to make wodges of cash from them
(and a lot of it out of my pocket) I on the other hand am just borrowing
them,(not making any money) and will return them unharmed and cling
wrapped after use.... 

Notes:-The title of this story comes from a saying... I'm not sure if it's
international so I'm explaining... The saying goes... Red Sky at Night -
Shepherd's Delight... Red in the Morning - Shepherd's Warning... It
pertains to the weather.... 

 

Additional note- Of course - it is fundamentally wrong and is never/very
rarely correct ... Every country-living person knows the true saying...
Red Sky at Night... Barn's on Fire....:O) 

However both delight and Fire fit this one so it's rather an apt title. 

This story has bugger all plot so if you've got something better to do
don't read it... A couple of people asked me to write it (no names:O) and
I just thought I needed some kind of link between Seeing Red and Red In
The Morning... which I wrote before I wrote this... If you want a story
with a plot read Red In the Morning... (It isn't necessary to read this to
understand RITM however I would advise you read Seeing Red... just to get
the relationships sorted out... but the story should hold up on it's own.)


Are you sitting comfortably... (Then what kind of chair have you got...
cos I'm never comfortable in front of a 'puter....:O) But I'll begin
anyway...  Red Sky At Night.... 

Stan jogged down the staircase as he had done many times before. It was
three months since they officially started dating - the best 12 weeks of
his life. 

"Ray." her voice stopped him two steps from the bottom. She stood at the
top of the flight looking almost mystical. 

"Yes?" he asked it was a question that didn't need asking he knew how she
was feeling - he was feeling the same way. 

"Will you dance with me?" He smiled as she recited their catch phrase.
Stan's feet answered for him, turning 180 degrees and he started to climb
the stairs once more. 

Melissa turned her back on him and entered the apartment, leaving the door
open wide. She crossed the room, slipped off her shoes and flicked a
switch on the music system. She turned to face the blonde cop who was
crossing the room towards her. The dulcet tones of Metallica swamped the
room. She swung back round and hit three more buttons violently. Metallica
gave way to soft jazz. Melissa let herself laugh. "And *I* wanted this to
be perfect." 

"It is perfect." 

"Mental note - put Metallica's CD in the Garbage..." 

"Waste of a perfectly good CD." Stan smiled down at her. "Will you dance
with me?" he bowed theatrically before her. 

"Of course kind Sir." she responded, his arms wrapped round her at that
instant. 

"They floated round the small room, in perfect sync., feet, hands, bodies
moving as one in pristine time to the music. With each track the movement
became slower, the space between them less, until, finally, they were
barely rocking from foot to foot, bodies glued together. Her head was
resting against his chest, his index finger gently lifted her chin so that
her eyes met his. 

"I love you." the words slipped from Stan's lips before he realised it. 

"I love you too.... so much." 

Stan bent his head, his plan to kiss her gently on the lips, but Melissa's
mouth met his and the kiss was far from gentle. Deep, passionate, lustful,
longing, loving, emotion wrenching, yes... but not gentle. 

'I'm not afraid.' The silent thought coursed through her head, shocking he
slightly. She had always thought when this moment arrived she would be
frightened. Fear was probably the only emotion not in her head, and where
emotions filled, all conscious thoughts vanished. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers into his
wonderful hair, pulling him closer to her. 

His hands were on her back, palms flat fingers spread, wanting to hold as
much of her as possible. 'I love you,' the words had fallen out of his
mouth, but every word spoke the truth, her reply had made his heart feel
like bursting and he had just had to kiss her. He knew he would never let
her go... 

She took his hand off her back and led him towards the bedroom. He
hesitated. She looked worried had she made a misjudgment... She stopped
and looked at him 

"Are you sure?" 

"I'm sorry?" not understanding at first... 

"Are you sure about... this?" 

Oh her face lightened, he was thinking about her, he always thought about
her first 'God I love this guy.' she thought, "The sure-est." she told
him, holding eye contact. 

" I like that....the sure-est... 'Lis I do love you, you know... so much
it hurts..." 

"The feeling's so mutual," she reached up and kissed him quickly before
leading him towards the bedroom. This time he followed with out
resistance. 

 She smelt so good, he wanted to drown in her perfumeless scent. He took
her lead towards the bed, she leaned back against the pillows, the
spaghetti strap of her short purple dress had fallen off her left shoulder
he followed her down onto the bed, returning the strap to her shoulder.
She smiled wickedly at him and lowered the right. He grinned at her as his
mouth came down towards her lips. Her hand came to he back of his skull,
pulling his head towards her, deepening the kisses, his blue eyes turning
violet with desire, her's black. She surprised and delighted him by upping
the tempo. Lips, tongues moved quicker, he came up for air, and looked
down at her, "You're amazing." she said nothing and pulled at his T-shirt
within seconds it was pulled over his head. As the item was discarded on
to the floor, he spotted something in her eyes. "What? You're scared
aren't you?" It was the last thing he wanted. 

"Not of you." she said simply. 

"Of what?" 

"Oh I don't know, everything, of not being able to go through with this,
of being a 'tease', of you leaving me... but not of you." 

"I love you.. so much... if you want to stop... we stop... no questions.
God I'm the one who should be scared... how can a beautiful, intelligent
woman like you fall for a screw up like me..." he kissed her. "I love
you." she kissed him back letting her hands wander across the bare flesh
of his chest. 

"Thank you." 

"For what...?" 

"For giving me time..." 

"You've got as much as you need..." 

A wicked, twist of a smile formed across her face, "How about the next
couple of hours?" she said as she once again pulled him towards her. Her
hands found there way to his back and ran her fingers down his spine. 

Her fingers felt like electric probes, he gasped for breath, his back
arched as her fingers reached the base of his spine - divine torture was
the only way to describe it. He lowered his head and allowed his lips to
track along her neck, drawing a low moan from her, her hands wandered from
his shoulders, and into his hair, and then to her own back searching out
the zipper of her dress, the small garment feeling more like a straight
jacket. His hands had preempted her move and was already lowering the
fastener. Quickly she slipped out of the dress and just as fast the her
underwear disappeared. 

Her hands wandered to his belt undoing the heavy leather, lowering the zip
he wriggled out the rest of his clothes. 

And then his mouth was back on her mouth, "Tell me what you want" words
that were barely audible spilt from his lips. "You...oh God this is so
right..." his lips found hers again and after a short contact departed
'due south'. His mouth tracked down her body, her neck he could feel the
pulse in her neck grow stronger and faster, he could taste her sweetness,
see her skin turning pink under his touch, hear her breathing, smell her
magical scent. All his senses on a higher plane. and then his mouth found
her breast, as it did he heard her gasp, felt her grab his shoulders for
the briefest of seconds, then release. 

"Ray, I want to feel you inside me... " 

"Patience my sweet... " he was in control now. He knew the value of
drawing it all out. Tonight was her night... he was going to lavish his
attention on her... all for her... these thoughts excited him more, and he
continued down her body. He skin felt like the softest, smoothest satin as
he continued down to her navel, tracing his tongue round it before dipping
in... "I love you, Stanley Raymond Kowalski, " he glanced up at her, her
eyes were half closed, she was lay against the numerous pillows, letting
him love her, letting go of the past. He continued his mission with his
fingers, which crossed the dark triangle of hair and reached their target,
as they did so she gasped and tensed once more, he backed off, but she
quickly relaxed again and he restarted his mission. His fingers entered
her as he wanted to do, moving in and out, in and out, slowly, slowly, her
body cleaved towards him..."Please..."she cried out.. 

"Soon." he whispered up at her. 

God it felt good and yet hurt all at the same time. He was teasing her,
she knew it. She wanted him with her whole body, every inch ached for him,
real physical pain. So this is what they meant by love hurts, the words
flashed through her brain and were then gone again, as Stan's hands were
on the move once more, this time up her body, but his mouth was
descending, "Please" she repeated... His tongue darted towards her,
entering her, flicking across her clit, causing her to spasm over and over
again, she had never felt anything like it before. 

Her senses clicked into gear... "Ray, Ray.? Have you got... something?" 

He got her meaning immediately and nodded, searching the room for his
jeans. He grabbed the wallet from the back pocket and pulled out the foil
packet, ripping it open... 

His mouth was once more on the move and quickly found hers, she could
still taste herself on his lips, she could feel him hard against his
thigh, his eyelids were half closed, his face filled with desire, "Now?"
she questioned. 

He entered her with control, slowly, slowly, he thought, her body arched
towards him, moving with him again and again in some kind of exotic dance.
Her arms and legs clinging to him, his mouth caught hers in a rough,
passionate kiss, biting her bottom lip ever so gently. They flew higher
and higher, never wanting to let go, never wanting to come down. 

**** 

He kissed her on the cheek and pulled her body towards him, her head fell
on to his chest. Her ear listened to his heart beat. "Thank you..." 

"For what?" 

"For taking the pain away..." 

Stan looked confused. 

Melissa explained. "Ever since the... rape... see I can say it... " she
looked proud of herself and he kissed her on the cheek. " Ever since the
rape... I've had this pain... in here." she pointed to her stomach. "Every
time I spoke to anyone, friends, clients, men, women, anyone it was there,
tight pressing, it made me nauseous... But with you.. it's gone...at first
it was just with you... but now... now it's gone.... I love you." 

"And I am so in love with you oh... and believe me it was my pleasure." 

 She smiled and climbed on top of him... 

"Your turn..." she said as her mouth found his. He was completely in tune
with her meaning and in happy expectation kissed her back. 

**** The End **** 

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