Well. . .galaxyMafia knows it's been a long time, and she's irrevocably sorry. She just got busy with other projects.

I will be finishing this story up soon, and I thank you guys for reading and for thinking it was a pretty decent distraction.

In the last installment, Wentworth and Gabby were battling it out in the kitchen. . .and that is where we still find them. . .


. . .so here we are both are battling similar demons (not coincidentally)
- taken from "The Couch", written and performed by Alanis Morrisette

Gabrielle breathed deeply, trying to get away from him. . .
But, she was so damn tired. . .
She had to get away from him but, he had her pinned again. . .straddling her. . .he was too heavy. . .
Lightning lit the room. . .
He was staring down at her. . .
In the darkness, she felt him on top of her, his chest pressing against hers. . .he relaxed his grip on her wrists. . .the tips of his fingers trailing over her palms. . .he laced his fingers with hers. . .
She gasped. . .
What the hell was he doing. . .
What the hell was she doing? Why was she just laying there. . .why wasn’t she getting the hell away from him. . .?
“I don’t want to fight any more. . .”
His voice was deep, hypnotic. . .his lips inches away from hers. . .
she kissed him. . .unzipping his pants, slipping her hand –



“Just tell me who hired you. . .”
Wentworth’s mouth was next to her ear. . .she smelled good. . .she smelled. . .
Right. . .he couldn’t explain it. . .the scent of her was exciting and tragic, spicy. . .
It made him think of blood for some reason.
he bent his head, kissing her neck, her collar bone



Gabrielle closed her eyes. . .
as he kissed her
. . .moving her body suggestively beneath the man who only moments before had slammed his fist into her face. . .
she arched against him
. . .the man who before that had tried to kill her. . .
Now was the time to bring her knee up hard against his balls. Instead, she was. . .
What was she doing? Moving under him, rubbing against him like some dumb bitch in heat. . .
He’d lied to her, left her for dead. . .
For some reason, it didn’t seem to matter.



Wentworth hesitated.
Beneath him, she was more aggressive. . .he could hear her breathing, whispery pants, could feel her breasts rising, falling quickly. . .
Did she realize what she was doing? Was this her plan of escape? Getting him so aroused that he couldn’t think straight before she sucker punched him. . .
He was confused, suspended.
What the hell was going on? Was he, or was he not trying to find out about the goddamn diamonds? Wasn’t that why he was here, in this dark, humid, stuffy house.
She moved again, and for an instant, he couldn’t remember why he was there, he didn’t care why he was there. . .
He wanted Gabby, wanted to be inside of her –
Stop it, he told himself. Just calm the fuck down. . .take some deep breaths. . .
It was the heat getting to him, the heat and the darkness. . .the combination was making him crazy, giving him ridiculous, haphazard, illogical thoughts.
He knew he couldn’t make love to Gabby, even though he wanted to. . .
A minute ago, they’d been fighting. . .she’d kicked him in the fucking head!
She’d kicked him in the gut, she’d slapped him, scratched, spit in his face. . .
Then why did he feel as if none of that mattered?


“Let me up. . .” Gabrielle demanded.
“Tell me who hired you. . .”
“Tell me who hired you to stop me?” She asked.
“What are you doing here? How’d you get in?”
“I had a key,” Gabrielle told him
“Who gave it to you?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“What were you looking for?”
“What makes you think I was looking for something.”
“Don’t fuck around with me. . .did you come here for the diamonds?” Wentworth asked her.
“Did you?” She said, turning the question on him.



Gabrielle relaxed under the length of him.
He was warm. . .almost comforting.
“Do you have the fucking diamonds, or not?” He asked her.
“What if I do?” She gave him a smile he couldn’t see.
“Then I’m afraid you’re going to have to give them to me.”
“Then I’m afraid you’re going to have to try to take them from me. . .and I don’t think you can manage that.”
“You think I won’t kill you.”
“I don’t think you know how.”
She felt his hands slide around her neck. . .huge and rough.
“I could break your neck. . .” His voice was a caress across her lips.
“Just like I broke your heart. . .”

copyright 2005. . .galaxyMafia. . .promises not to drag this damn story out!!