Touch of an Angel
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,141
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
A question of hands
TOUCH OF AN ANGEL
Chapter 3 : A question of hands.
Pairing : Sean Bean / OFC.
Rating : PG-13.
Warning : Some wandering hands.
Disclamer : I don't know Sean Bean or his friends or family. Nothing's real.
Chapter summary : Of hands and where they should ( not ) wander.
Author's notes : This story progress much more slowly than I thought, and I'm not sure where it's leading, so any comment or concrit would be more than welcome. Thanx.
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The ringing had faded and Kit thought all was back to normal in her head. But once in the stairs, things got difficult.
She couldn't focus on the steps, and when she tried to, her sight became blurred and she had to cling on to Sean's arm.
He froze.
" You're alright ? "
She closed her eyes and slowly rubbed her forehead, sighing.
" No ... not really ... "
" The bells ? "
She smiled.
" No. The bells got back to their tower. It's my eyes ... all seems ... fuzzy ... "
" Let me help you. "
He slid one arm around her shoulders and took hold of her hand with his.
" Here. Lean on me. One step at a time. "
He gently led her down the stairs.
He was so tall her head was pressed against his chest, and she could feel his heart beating. Deep, steady beats echoing in her ear. So strong and soothing ...
She looked up discretly. His green eyes were focused on the stairs, his eyebrows frowned in concentration. His nose was big but it fitted with his face. A light stubble darkened his cheeks and chin, and his lips ... she couldn't help staring at his lips.
They seemed strong and inviting and she wondered what they'd taste like againts hers ...
Sean seemed to sense her stare and turned to her. Their eyes met and he smiled softly ... Her heart raced.
Danger ! Danger ! Time for a diversion.
" I can't believe they found you too old to play Cyrano ... "
" I can't believe you called Stan an ' old man ' ! "
" Not my fault if he looks older .. "
" Girls find him attractive usually. "
She winced with disgust.
" Attractive ? How can you say such a thing !? He's skinny, he stinks of cheap perfume, and that tie ! Bloody fuckin' hell ! I've known a clown who wore ties less ludicrous than that one ! "
Sean's laughter echoed in the stairs. It was a beautiful sound, deep and open, and she smiled to herself.
" Besides, I'm not any girl. "
He shook his head and his eyes plunged into hers, sparkling with amusement.
" No. You're not. "
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Sean couldn't help but notice the way the girl seemed to beam with pride at that statement. It gave her a sort of fragility that contrasted with her boyish behaviour and he smiled.
" So, what's your destination, young girl ? "
" Don't know. A cheap hotel I guess. "
" Hotel ? "
" Yeah. Jake was my last chance and he's out of town. "
"Jake ? "
" My best friend. He's in Paris with his dedicated lover ... how come he always finds better boyfriends than mine ? "
" Something about temper, perhaps ? "
She sticked her tongue out at him and turned her head away, pouting.
" Just making my point ! " Sean said in a sing-song voice.
Suddenly, he felt her trembling and, afraid she might be feeling weak, he stopped in the middle of the stairs.
" Kit ? "
The trembling increased and he couldn't push the worry out of his voice.
" Kit, are you alright ? I can call a doctor if you-" a tiny sound escaped her throat and he stopped dead. It wasn't a moan, nor a hiss of pain ... more like ... as if ...
Frowning, he took her face in his hands and turned it his way. She was biting her lower lip, her cheeks red with suppressed laughter. His eyes narrowed.
" Enjoying ourself, aren't we ? "
The girl had the nerve to nod in agreement.
" I'll show you ... "
He released her and took hold of her waist. Then, lifting her up, he balanced her frail body on his shoulder. Squealing, she tried to break free.
" Put me down ! No ! Sean ! "
" That's what get cheeky little thing such as you ! "
" No, Sean ! Please ! I'm not feeling well ! Put me down ! "
" Like hell I will ! "
" Sean ! Plea-ease ! "
She was laughing so hard Sean had a hard time keeping her where she was.
" Stop wriggling ! "
The wriggling inceased.
" I won't say it thrice : stop it at once ! "
" Like hell I will ! "
Kit started kicking and punchin, shrieking like a mad girl.
" If that's the way you want it ! " Sean growled, and he smacked her buttocks once.
The wriggling stopped. The shrieking did not.
" How dare you ! "
" I have two daughters, I know how to handdle a tantrum. "
" I am no child ! "
" Funny how you act as one. "
" Oh yeah ? "
" Yeah. "
" Let's see how you'll 'handdle' that, daddy ! "
" Wh-" but the word died on his lips. Kit had pinched him. She had pinched his buttock.
And suddenly the situation struck him. He was carrying a young girl in his arms ... well ... on his shoulder more like, but still. He was holding, touching a young, unknown, under-age girl as if she was one of his daughters ... which she was not ...
He released her at once.
She was looking at him, her eyes narrowed in wonder. He cleared his throat.
" Look Kit, I ... I'm sorry. I didn't want to ... I shouldn't have done that. You're right, you're not a child and, well, I-I think we'd better keep our hands to ourselves, okay ? "
She nodded.
An uneasy feeling washed over him while they resumed their descent in silence.
He shouldn't have done that. It had been wrong of him. Indecent. What would he said if someone behaved like this towards one of his daughters. And Kit ... she probably distrusted him now, old pervert that he was ...
Her voice startled him out of his thoughts.
" What a shame, really ... "
The words hurt. Hard.
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
His words had surprised her. She hadn't expected that reaction when she had pinched him. He was more puritan than she had thought after all ... Her eyes lowered to his jean-clad buttocks.
" What a shame, really ... "
She knew it was a mistake the instant the words left her mouth.
Sean stilled and tensed. She tried to catch his eyes, but he turned his face away.
" I'm sorry ... I really am ... it was ... indecent of me. "
Oh. Not a puritain, then. A gentleman.
" Sean, it's alright, I-"
" No, Kit, let me- "
" You don't have to apologise. I know you didn't intend to take advantage of me. "
He turned and looked at her, his eyes searching hers.
" Really ? "
" Yeah. "
" But you said-"
" I know what I said. I wasn't talking about your ... behaviour. "
He seemed to regain some balance.
" And what were you talking about ? "
She ignored him and went down a few steps.
When Sean caught up with her, she pinched his buttock, hard, and hurtled down the stairs, grinning when Sean's barked laughter echoed in the staircase.
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TBC
Chapter 3 : A question of hands.
Pairing : Sean Bean / OFC.
Rating : PG-13.
Warning : Some wandering hands.
Disclamer : I don't know Sean Bean or his friends or family. Nothing's real.
Chapter summary : Of hands and where they should ( not ) wander.
Author's notes : This story progress much more slowly than I thought, and I'm not sure where it's leading, so any comment or concrit would be more than welcome. Thanx.
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
The ringing had faded and Kit thought all was back to normal in her head. But once in the stairs, things got difficult.
She couldn't focus on the steps, and when she tried to, her sight became blurred and she had to cling on to Sean's arm.
He froze.
" You're alright ? "
She closed her eyes and slowly rubbed her forehead, sighing.
" No ... not really ... "
" The bells ? "
She smiled.
" No. The bells got back to their tower. It's my eyes ... all seems ... fuzzy ... "
" Let me help you. "
He slid one arm around her shoulders and took hold of her hand with his.
" Here. Lean on me. One step at a time. "
He gently led her down the stairs.
He was so tall her head was pressed against his chest, and she could feel his heart beating. Deep, steady beats echoing in her ear. So strong and soothing ...
She looked up discretly. His green eyes were focused on the stairs, his eyebrows frowned in concentration. His nose was big but it fitted with his face. A light stubble darkened his cheeks and chin, and his lips ... she couldn't help staring at his lips.
They seemed strong and inviting and she wondered what they'd taste like againts hers ...
Sean seemed to sense her stare and turned to her. Their eyes met and he smiled softly ... Her heart raced.
Danger ! Danger ! Time for a diversion.
" I can't believe they found you too old to play Cyrano ... "
" I can't believe you called Stan an ' old man ' ! "
" Not my fault if he looks older .. "
" Girls find him attractive usually. "
She winced with disgust.
" Attractive ? How can you say such a thing !? He's skinny, he stinks of cheap perfume, and that tie ! Bloody fuckin' hell ! I've known a clown who wore ties less ludicrous than that one ! "
Sean's laughter echoed in the stairs. It was a beautiful sound, deep and open, and she smiled to herself.
" Besides, I'm not any girl. "
He shook his head and his eyes plunged into hers, sparkling with amusement.
" No. You're not. "
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
Sean couldn't help but notice the way the girl seemed to beam with pride at that statement. It gave her a sort of fragility that contrasted with her boyish behaviour and he smiled.
" So, what's your destination, young girl ? "
" Don't know. A cheap hotel I guess. "
" Hotel ? "
" Yeah. Jake was my last chance and he's out of town. "
"Jake ? "
" My best friend. He's in Paris with his dedicated lover ... how come he always finds better boyfriends than mine ? "
" Something about temper, perhaps ? "
She sticked her tongue out at him and turned her head away, pouting.
" Just making my point ! " Sean said in a sing-song voice.
Suddenly, he felt her trembling and, afraid she might be feeling weak, he stopped in the middle of the stairs.
" Kit ? "
The trembling increased and he couldn't push the worry out of his voice.
" Kit, are you alright ? I can call a doctor if you-" a tiny sound escaped her throat and he stopped dead. It wasn't a moan, nor a hiss of pain ... more like ... as if ...
Frowning, he took her face in his hands and turned it his way. She was biting her lower lip, her cheeks red with suppressed laughter. His eyes narrowed.
" Enjoying ourself, aren't we ? "
The girl had the nerve to nod in agreement.
" I'll show you ... "
He released her and took hold of her waist. Then, lifting her up, he balanced her frail body on his shoulder. Squealing, she tried to break free.
" Put me down ! No ! Sean ! "
" That's what get cheeky little thing such as you ! "
" No, Sean ! Please ! I'm not feeling well ! Put me down ! "
" Like hell I will ! "
" Sean ! Plea-ease ! "
She was laughing so hard Sean had a hard time keeping her where she was.
" Stop wriggling ! "
The wriggling inceased.
" I won't say it thrice : stop it at once ! "
" Like hell I will ! "
Kit started kicking and punchin, shrieking like a mad girl.
" If that's the way you want it ! " Sean growled, and he smacked her buttocks once.
The wriggling stopped. The shrieking did not.
" How dare you ! "
" I have two daughters, I know how to handdle a tantrum. "
" I am no child ! "
" Funny how you act as one. "
" Oh yeah ? "
" Yeah. "
" Let's see how you'll 'handdle' that, daddy ! "
" Wh-" but the word died on his lips. Kit had pinched him. She had pinched his buttock.
And suddenly the situation struck him. He was carrying a young girl in his arms ... well ... on his shoulder more like, but still. He was holding, touching a young, unknown, under-age girl as if she was one of his daughters ... which she was not ...
He released her at once.
She was looking at him, her eyes narrowed in wonder. He cleared his throat.
" Look Kit, I ... I'm sorry. I didn't want to ... I shouldn't have done that. You're right, you're not a child and, well, I-I think we'd better keep our hands to ourselves, okay ? "
She nodded.
An uneasy feeling washed over him while they resumed their descent in silence.
He shouldn't have done that. It had been wrong of him. Indecent. What would he said if someone behaved like this towards one of his daughters. And Kit ... she probably distrusted him now, old pervert that he was ...
Her voice startled him out of his thoughts.
" What a shame, really ... "
The words hurt. Hard.
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
His words had surprised her. She hadn't expected that reaction when she had pinched him. He was more puritan than she had thought after all ... Her eyes lowered to his jean-clad buttocks.
" What a shame, really ... "
She knew it was a mistake the instant the words left her mouth.
Sean stilled and tensed. She tried to catch his eyes, but he turned his face away.
" I'm sorry ... I really am ... it was ... indecent of me. "
Oh. Not a puritain, then. A gentleman.
" Sean, it's alright, I-"
" No, Kit, let me- "
" You don't have to apologise. I know you didn't intend to take advantage of me. "
He turned and looked at her, his eyes searching hers.
" Really ? "
" Yeah. "
" But you said-"
" I know what I said. I wasn't talking about your ... behaviour. "
He seemed to regain some balance.
" And what were you talking about ? "
She ignored him and went down a few steps.
When Sean caught up with her, she pinched his buttock, hard, and hurtled down the stairs, grinning when Sean's barked laughter echoed in the staircase.
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
TBC