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Everything You Want Ch. 01

By: nerd4music



Author's Note: I'm glad many of you enjoyed One Night In Vegas. Here's the so-called sequel to it. Angie and Connor's story was just begging to be told. This is just a teaser chapter, but it sets up the story. I'm nearly finished with the next chapter. Happy Reading.~n4m.

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Eight years earlier...

"I can't believe you're leaving me to go to college!" 16-year-old Roxie Hartley pouted to her sister.

Angie laughed. "Don't worry kiddo. I'll be back for breaks, maybe even the weekends too. And if you're good, you can come and visit me at school."

"Really?"

Angie hugged her little sister to her. "Yeah, Kiddo. Seriously. I'm going to miss you so much."

Angie felt a lump forming in her throat, but she willed herself not to cry. She knew saying goodbye to Roxie was going to be tough, but she never expected this. They were really close. She couldn't remember a time when Roxie wasn't around. 

"I'm going to miss you too, Ange. But I know someone who's going to miss you even more than I do." Roxie grinned at her sister. 

"Oh yeah," Angie asked. "Who?"

"One Connor Gavin. Have you said goodbye to him?"

"I've been trying to this entire summer. He won't listen."

"Maybe you should stop by his house and make him listen."

"I just might. Do you want me to drop you off at Nina's? You guys can hang out, order a pizza or something."

Roxie sniffed and rose from the plushy armchair she was sitting in. "Can you? That would be awesome." She ran hurriedly from her sister's room. "Give me ten minutes."

Angie chuckled, knowing full well that ten minutes in Roxie time was at least twenty in the real world. 

Glancing around the room, a pang of realization pulsated through her body. Today was her last day at home. Tonight, she'd be sleeping in her bed for the last time. At least for awhile. She waited so long for this day to come, when she'd finally leave her parents house and move on to that next plateau in life. 

And now it scared the shit out of her. She was leaving her family, and the life she knew for eighteen years. She was going to miss the hell out of her little sister. 

And him. Connor. Her best friend since third grade. Out of everyone, leaving him behind seemed almost unbearable. They fought like cats and dogs, but Angie knew the love she had for him was fierce and strong, just like him. 

Angie couldn't place it, but it seemed that there friendship was slowly changing. Maybe it was the fact that she was leaving to go to school at a small university upstate, while Connor was planning to stay in their small upstate New York town. She knew that a lot of people who were best friends in high school sort of drifted apart once high school was over. But just thinking about that happening to her and Connor made her unbelievably sad. 

Angie tried to push the bad thoughts from her mind as her the phone in her room rang. 

"Hello?"

"Hey." It was Connor. It was like he had ESP. He could always tell what she was thinking, even when it concerned him.

"Hey yourself. What are you up to?"

"Just sitting here. My parents went to visit my aunt and uncle in Delaware for the weekend."

"Oh. Why didn't you go with them?"

"You know why. I couldn't leave knowing when I got back you wouldn't be here."

"Conny, you can be so melodramatic sometimes."

"Whatever. Listen, you should come over. We'll rent a movie or something."

"Well, I am dropping Roxie off at Nina's in fifteen."

"Good deal. You should definitely stop by."

"Geez. Alright already Conny. I'll stop by." Hanging up the phone, Angie was suddenly sorry that she was so short with him. She knew that he was just going to miss her. 

Pushing Connor from her mind for a brief minute she ran downstairs and was surprised to see her younger sister already waiting for her by the door. 

"What the hell, Kiddo" she said. "I thought only an act of God would get you to move your ass that quickly."

Roxie giggled. "Shut up, Ange. I just thought for once I'd be on time."

The sisters laughed, leaving the house. 

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Connor Gavin flopped back loudly onto his bed. Staring up at his ceiling with the same glow-in-the-dark constellations that he and Angie stuck up there when they were ten, his mind raced. 

Just the thought of Angie, his Angie leaving him was almost unbearable. Since that fateful day in fourth grade when he shared his chocolate cupcake with her during lunch they formed a friendship that carried them through some crazy things. 

He remembered that it was Angie who comforted him when Maggie, his baby sister died from a rare heart condition at only two years old. They were twelve at the time. He recalled the way she wrapped her soft arms around him, her fingers stroking his curls as his body shook with angry sobs, crying tears that he never even felt. 

They shared many laughs over the years, and gotten into so much trouble it almost seemed like the end of the world. When they were fifteen, Connor dared Angie to take her father's car for a short spin around the block. He smiled as he remembered her defiant walk as she trudged to the garage to get the spare key. 

Needless to say the experiment didn't bode well. Armed with only a learner's permit at the time, Angie barely cleared the driveway before slamming her father's Ford F-150 right into her parents' mailbox. 

That earned both of them at least five months of house incarceration plus some major damage control in paying for the mailbox. Connor recalled the way Angie seemed to defy her parents' severe punishments just so she could sneak out and see him. 

He loved her tenacity and the way she always seemed so confident. 

Connor knew that he was fighting his feelings. Their relationship was changing and any fool with a pulse could feel it. He was protective of her, yes. But the jealous rage he felt whenever she would mention another boy in his presence was intense. 

He was relieved when Charlie Mercado moved away with his family to Echo Park. The guy was crazy about Angie and was an all around over-achiever. Connor desperately tried to dislike him, but the guy was so damned nice it was impossible. 

Connor moved thoughts of Charlie from his mind. Instead he allowed himself to think back to graduation. Though it was August and the ceremony had been over since May, it was one of those things he'd always remember. 

Grinning, he remembered how Angie nearly pitched a fit when they weren't seated next to each other. They were two people apart with Connor sitting next to Laura Garson and Angie beside Miller Halloway. With some persuasion, Angie convinced both Miller and Laura to switch seats so that she and Connor could be together. Connor sighed. Thinking about graduation led to thinking about Angie leaving and that just made him even sadder. He thought back to prom, and how gorgeous she looked in her dress. 

It was weird. He was always used to seeing her in jeans and t-shirts. She was pretty in those. But that night, in that black and white dress she was absolutely stunning. The way the corset top clung to her curves and cupped her dark cleavage, how he skin seemed to glow under the lights of the ballroom. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. 

Lately he had been trying desperately to find ways to touch her. He craved the softness of her skin, and wanted to feel her cottony-soft hair in his hands. 

Connor knew it, though he desperately tried to fight it. He was falling for her. 

He was shaken out of his thoughts by the footsteps pounding up the stairs. Angie bounded into the room, not even bothering to knock. 

Connor turned his head to face the door. "Jeez, Angie knock much?" He quipped.

He couldn't be angry at her, especially with this being her last night at home. He glanced at her casual outfit of short khaki shorts and a black t-shirt with the Ninja Turtles logo on the front. Her dark brown hair was in its usual state, just brushing the tops of her shoulders and sticking up slightly in the back from her nervous fingers running through it. 

Although he had seen her like this everyday, it seemed like now, more than ever she began to look even more stunning, if that was even possible. 

Angie scoffed. "Why? It's not like you're doing anything important. Or anyone," she added. 

"Hey, that is not true. I could have had a girl in here." He smiled at the "yeah right" look on her face. 

"Okay, well maybe not. What can I say, I'm a loser." He patted the bed next to him. "Besides, hanging out with you takes up the majority of my time. I can't seem to find another girl who isn't insanely jealous of you."

Angie laughed as she got into the bed beside him. "Whatever Conny. Don't blame your serious lack of booty on me. I told you before, you're adorable. Any girl would be a fool to pass you up."

"Well, you're a fool" he said quietly. 

"Say what?"

"You heard me, Ange. Leaving me to go to college upstate."

Angie grinned. "I'm sorry Conny. Tell you what, how about I don't go to college and we can both stay here in and be miserable together?"

He chuckled. "Sounds like a plan."

Angie turned on her side to look at her best friend. She wasn't lying when she said that he was adorable. Over the years Connor had developed from chubby adolescent cutie-pie to full-fledged young adult hotness. 

She smiled inwardly as she remembered the day in sixth grade when Mrs. Gavin, in honor of picture day, decided to cut Connor's hair. Apparently hairstylist was not one of her skills. For two months Connor had the lovely beginnings of a mullet until Angie took pity on him and shaved off his reddish brown curls. 

She didn't realize she had begun to stroke his curls until she heard him sigh. "Sorry," she smiled sheepishly. "I just love playing in your hair. It's so soft."

Connor grinned. "I don't mind, Ange. It feels nice."

"I swear you use some girly conditioner."

"Shut up, maybe I do. The ladies love it."

"Whatever."

"So, what do you want to do tonight?"

"Dunno. You're the one who begged me to come over."

"True. Okay, if we're going to hang out there's going to be one rule. No talk about you leaving tomorrow."

"Deal," she replied. "I do have one request, though?"

"Name it, beautiful."

"Can you play guitar for me and I'll sing? I want to Sonny-and-Cher it up one last time for the summer."

Connor grinned. "Anything to show off, huh?"

Angie scoffed. "Maybe so, but when I become rich and famous you can say you knew me back when."

"Listen, if you become rich and famous, I'll be right there with you making sure some band punk keeps his smarmy musician's hands off you."

"Oh Connor Gavin, my hero and ultimate cock-block. What would I do without you?"

"You'd be gettin' some, apparently."

"Ah, the price I pay being your best friend," she joked.

Connor rolled off the bed. "Shut up, you know you like the job." Grabbing his navy blue guitar from its case, he sat back down on his bed.

Angie sat up Indian-style in the middle of the bed. "I'm not complaining. Just stating the obvious."

"Whatever, Ange." He strummed a couple of notes on the guitar to warm up his fingers. "So, what do you want to sing?"

"Hmm, a little REM, mayhaps?"

Connor starting strumming the opening notes of Losing My Religion, one of their favorite songs to sing and play.

They started this tradition in eighth grade. Connor had been playing guitar since he was six, and Angie had been singing since the diaper days. It was something just to pass the time hanging out at each other's houses. 

Connor loved her voice and the way it seemed to change with whatever song she was singing. For Fiona Apple and Sheryl Crow she sang with a bitter sweetness. Anita Baker and Sam Cooke stretched her voice to a sound beyond her years. 

They loved to sing alternative together. REM, Smashing Pumpkins, Tracy Chapman, The Cure. It was all fair game. 

After singing Liz Phair's Fuck and Run, Angie stopped to clear her throat. 

"You should sing something, Conny."

"Okay, like what?" 

"Dunno. You pick."

He was silent for a minute as he tried to think of the one song that might help to convey how he was feeling. 

Smiling, he began to play the opening notes. And when it sang, it was strong and clear:

"Hello I've waited here for you/Everlong/Tonight I throw myself into/and out of the red out of her head she sang.

Come down and waste away with me/down with me/Slow out you wanted it to be/over my head, out of my head she sang.

And I wonder/when I sing along with you/If everything could ever feel this real forever/If anything could ever be this good again/the only thing I'll ever ask of you/you've got to promise not to stop when I say when.

Breathe out/so I can breathe you in/Hold you in/and now/I know you've always been/out of your head out of my head I sang.

And I wonder/when I sing along with you/If everything could ever feel this real forever/If anything could ever be this good again/the only thing I'll ever ask of you/you've got to promise not to stop when I say when."

He had his eyes closed during the song, and when he opened them he noticed her face. She was staring at him curiously. She didn't look upset, just pensive. 

He coughed quietly, breaking the thick silence. He wished she would just say something already. 

"Wow. I almost forgot how good you are," she said, lying back on the bed.

He sighed audibly. "Thanks, Angie. I've always liked singing that song."

He turned to look at her noticed her brush an errant tear from her cheek. She tried to do it quickly, but he saw just the same. 

"Hey there why are you crying?"

It nearly broke his heart. This was his Angie. She was a tough broad. 

"I'm just really scared of leaving," she whispered. "I know I'm supposed to be tough and the fearless one, but I'm scared shitless about leaving my family. Roxie's so upset, but I reassure her that everything's going to be okay. I just feel like a big baby for crying about leaving home."

Connor lay beside her on the bed. He held out his outstretched arm for her and she snuggled close into him, inhaling the scent of his body wash and clean-smelling cologne. 

"Angie, it's alright to be scared. You don't always have to put up a brave front, especially with me. You are going to be amazing at school. Don't worry about Roxie and your parents. I'll take Foxy out all the time so she won't feel as lonely. I'll even go hang out with your mom while she gardens. You'll see, when you come back for breaks, everything will be alright. Just don't get so upset. It hurts me to see you so sad, especially since you're about to start something new in your life.

You'll make new friends and have all these artsy indie guys writing songs about you. Trust me, you'll be so busy, you won't have time to be lonely."

Angie looked into his blue eyes, full of concern. "Conny, you know that whatever happens you and I will always be friends, right? I mean, I think finding another person who puts up with my crazy shit might be difficult to find twice."

Connor smiled. "True. Don't worry about me, Ange. I'm sure I'll find something to occupy my time, take a couple of classes at the community college. Who knows, maybe this will be my year to find a girl. A good girl. I'm done with skanks."

Angie smirked. "Right. You attract those lame girls like flies to shit."

"Well, that's how I got you."

"Shut up, Gavin!" she slapped him playfully across the chest.

"Just kidding, girl. You know I love you."

"I love you too, Conny." She kissed his cheek softly. 

When she pulled away, she noticed the blue in his eyes grow darker with an undetectable emotion.

"You okay, Conny?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be right back." He left the warmth of her arms and walked quickly from the bedroom into the adjoining bathroom. 

Turning on the water, he splashed himself with the coldness a few times. Cursing himself silently he dried his face. Why did everything have to be so difficult? Why now, why did everything have to change so quickly?

He wished that he could make the feelings go away, for things to return to the status quo, when he didn't think about holding her in his arms and kissing her full lips until she breathlessly begged him to do more. 

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Angie wondered what his problem was. Lately there was something off about her best friend. She would often catch him staring at her when he thought she wasn't looking. 

It wasn't exactly the frequency of the looks that startled her, but rather his intensity. His blue eyes became even darker and nebulous, as if in deep thought. 

Connor was always a quiet person, but he was more reserved than ever. Angie chalked it all up to his reluctance to see her go away, but there was a small part of her brain that knew better than that. 

Stretching out on the bed, she kicked off her Converses and yawned loudly. It had been a long day of packing and getting stuff ready. She was too tired to drive home. Using the phone on the nightstand next to Connor's bed she called her parents to let them know she was spending the night and that she would be home before noon when they planned to leave. 

As she hung up the phone she heard the door open as Connor emerged into the room. 

"Conny, you okay?" she asked again.

"Ange, I'm fine. Now stop hovering," he grinned.

"Not hovering, you bitch. I was just seeing if you're okay."

He did a light jig, his socked feet sliding smoothly across the wooden floor. "See, I'm alright. Now what do you say to some pizza? I ordered it earlier today, but it's still good."

"Mmm, yum. We can watch a movie too."

"Sweet. I'll be right back." He walked out into the hallway. "I know, I know you only want yours warmed up halfway." Angie smiled. He always knew exactly how to take care of her. 

He returned quickly with a plate of semi-warmed double cheese double pepperoni pizza and two orange sodas. Angie had the television on and her eyes were glued to the screen. Connor looked over at the television. It was playing L.A. Confidential, one of their favorite movies. 

They sat in silence, eating and watching the drama unfold in the movie. Towards the end, Connor looked over and noticed that Angie had fallen asleep. Moving her plate from beside her, he put everything on the floor and covered her with the blue fleece bedspread. Taking off his shoes, his slid under the blankets, lying beside her warmth. 

His body responded to the close contact with hers. Connor lay perfectly still, his eyes on the screen as the credits began to roll. Turning off the television, the room was blanketed in darkness. He listened to Angie's soft breathing and the slight murmuring sound she made in her sleep. 

Connor wanted to reach out and touch her, his fingers nearly burning with their desires to stroke the silky brown skin. He didn't have to fight with his body much longer because Angie turned in her sleep, her front now facing him. Snuggling closer to him, she threw her brown leg around his waist. Connor was sure she could feel the beginnings of an erection in his black basketball shorts but her eyes remained close. 

He felt like a complete fool, but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep without at least kissing her. It was weird the way the strong desire came upon him. It was as if Angie's leaving suddenly gave him the courage to do act in ways that he wouldn't normally behave. 

Although it was possible to say that he had had these feelings far longer than he cared to admit, it was easier to explain it with the former excuse. 

Turning on his side, he leaned his face towards hers. With the moonlight streaming in through the window, he could make out her face. She was beautiful when she slept. It allowed her face to possess a sweet innocence, a rare quality for her normally fiery personality. 


Everything You Want Ch. 01



Her eyes moved slightly under her eyelids, giving the impression that whatever she was thinking about was really thought-provoking or making her anxious. Connor's eyes moved down to rest on her lips. 

They were a dusty pink color, full and kissable open slightly in her sleep. He knew it was now or never. Leaning towards her, Connor planted his mouth firmly on hers. He could hear the roar of the blood rushing through his ears and his heart pounded a statacco beat in his chest. 

Her lips were silky soft, a little dry but incredibly sweet. It was the lightest of kisses, but it ignited a fire somewhere deep inside his body. 

Connor reluctant left the warmth of her mouth, pulling away but not before drawing her body closer to his. Stroking her hair softly, he thought about what just happened. Maybe there was a line. Maybe he did cross it. But for now, at least he was going to enjoy being in the moment. 

He wasn't sure what was going to happen with Angie in the future. Even as he drifted off to sleep his mind wouldn't let him forget one thing: this was just the beginning of their story. 



Everything You Want Ch. 02



Angela Hartley opened the door to her sparsely-decorated apartment. Shuffling inside, she limped tiredly over to the living room and flopped down on the brown leather sofa.

Sighing contentedly she removed the strappy black sandals that had tortured her poor feet for the past six hours. Leaning back into the supple leather she allowed her body precious moments of peace.

Today was a good day. A long one, no doubt but still good. She watched her baby sister and second best friend pledge her love and loyalty to a man who was just as equally in love with her as she was with him. 

Seeing Dex and Roxie up there at the altar, their eyes bright with unshed tears and so full of love gave Angie an indescribable pang. 

True, she was going to miss her sister, who after their honeymoon in Australia was planning to move to L.A. to begin her new life with her movie star husband. 

It was something more that made her hurt. 

Loneliness. 

Angie sighed and tried not to focus on the shambles of her love life. It was no use trying to deny her thoughts. She hadn't had a date in almost a year. Hell, it had been so long since actual male contact she almost forgot what it felt like. She smiled at that thought and remembered her vibrator in her nightstand drawer. It was her only source of comfort at the moment.

She groaned loudly when she heard her cell phone ringing, jarring her out of thoughts centering on her impending battery-operated release.

"Hello," she asked tersely. 

"Damn girl. Answer the phone like that and a man thinks he was interrupting something." The man chuckled. "I wasn't interrupting anything was I?"

Angie smiled through her irritation. "And what did you think was going on, Gavin?"

"Oh, I don't know. I figured you'd shack up with one of Mr. Movie Star's hot metrosexual actor friends. I didn't want to interrupt any kinkiness."

It was Angie's turn to chuckle. "Connor that's ridiculous."

"Not really. You are quite the regulation hottie."

"Thanks Conny. But you know the only person I wanna get kinky with is you."

"Ooh, dirty talk. What exactly do you have in mind you vixen you?"

"You, me, a little wine, and a foot massage for your bestest friend?"

"Now, how can a man resist such a tempting offer? Make it a couple of beers and you've got a deal."

"Sweet. Haha, beer. You're so classy, Gavin."

"What can I say, Hellcat. I'm a simple man who likes simple things. I like my beer cold and my woman hot and waiting on the couch for me."

A knock at her door made Angie sit up. She smiled. "Connor Gavin are you already here?"

She heard his deep laugh through the phone and door. "Well, I knew you'd be bothering me for something so I figured why waste time?"

"Good boy, you're learning quickly."

Limping over to the door, she unlocked it quickly and was greeted by the handsome face of her best friend Connor Gavin. 

He was still dressed in his tux from the wedding, his jacket thrown casually over his arm, the buttons of his dress shirt undone. He looked disheveled and utterly adorable. She took a second to admire him. He looked like the quintessential All-American boy: 6'3, broad shoulders, well-muscled hunk of a man with a very hot Northeast accent.

All that training at the firehouse toned and shaped his body. His tousled reddish-brown hair was set in rogue-ish curls atop his head. His blue eyes always sparkled like he had a private running joke with himself that he wasn't about to share. 

All in all, Connor Gavin was fine as hell. But she damn well wasn't about to admit that to him.

Angie smiled at him. "Thanks for coming over Conny. My feet will love you."

"No problem. Now, back to the couch and I'll get the beers."

Connor watched her walk back to the living room before he moved to the kitchen. 

Once there, he felt his heartbeat slow down. Jesus, he thought. Even to this day she still had that effect on him. 

Tossing his jacket over a chair next to the kitchen table he steadied himself. Being around Angie had never been this hard. It seemed like every thing she did, or the way she looked at him would be enough to set him off. His heart would speed up and his mouth felt dry. 

Connor always felt there was something more between them. It was deeper than friendship. But, was it enough to erase nearly twenty years of history. He wasn't sure he was ready for the dynamic of the relationship to change just yet although truth be told, he knew that what he felt for her was just as strong as it was that night before she left for college. 

Every night since then he felt that kiss on his lips, haunting his thoughts. And every morning he'd wake up too coward to admit his feelings. Hell, he didn't even know if she felt the same way. 

Grabbing two of the Killian's Irish Red from the fridge, he headed back to the living room. Angie had put in a DVD. Connor smiled. It was Grandma's Boy, a recent entry in their collection of favorites.

"Ange, I didn't know you liked Killian's," he remarked, opening the bottle and handing it to her. 

She took a generous swig. "I don't mind it. But I know you love it, and since you're always over here I guess I can do something nice for you."

"Well thanks, doll." Sitting down at the opposite end of the couch, he motioned for her to put her feet up, gasping a little when her slim legs brushed against his mild arousal. 

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Connor recovered quickly as she settled her legs across his lap. "I'm fine." Looking down at her feet, he smiled. She definitely took care of herself. Her feet were well manicured and soft to the touch. "I'm just glad your feet aren't covered with corns and haggard-looking. That would have been a bit awkward."

Angie smacked his arm. "Shut up, fool. I take good care of myself."

Connor smiled and took her petite foot into his hands. Angie sighed and settled back into the couch. She loved having him take care of her. His hands were strong and firm, the skin slightly roughened from his hard work.

When he gently pressed his thumb into the arch of her sore foot, Angie couldn't help but moan. It had been such a long time since she felt a man's touch, even if it was Connor. 

He heard the moan and glanced over at her. She was sprawled on the couch in a state of utter relaxation. Her rich earthen-colored skin blended into the deep mahogany of the leather. Her hair was in its normal state, sticking up all over. Connor grinned. The hair matched the owner. Smooth and silky but damned hard to control.

Connor resisted the urge to slide his hand up farther. Her legs were slightly opened, her black cocktail dress hiked up a little, giving him a glorious view of her brown thighs. He imagined his hand snaking up slowly to the bounteous apex but immediately shook his head clear. 

Gavin what the hell, he thought. This is Angie. Your best friend. You can't have these thoughts about her. 

Who are you fooling, his body taunted. You've wanting her for the past twenty years. 

He moved on to her other foot, kneading the sore muscles softly. Angie sighed in contentment. 

"You better not be giving away my foot massages," she muttered. 

Connor laughed. "Oh trust me, hellcat. You're the only one who benefits from these hands."

"Really, now? What happened to the dancer, Felicia or something?"

Connor let out a low groan. "That chick was a complete headcase."

Angie chuckled lazily. "I could have told you that. You were surprised?"

He had stopped massaging her feet. "Not particularly, given my hideous track record."

His mind immediately went back to his last fling, Felicia the Dancer. She was a hot one. Raven hair, emerald eyes, and the personality of a viper. He should have known something was up from the get-go. She approached him one night while hanging out with some of the guys from the firehouse at the bar. 

It was a short, one-time deal. At least that's what Connor thought. Just a few casual hookups and hot sex. Unfortunately Felicia had other things on her mind. 

She began to randomly show up at the station "just to say hello". The guys looked at him like he was a god. She was hot, no doubt. But it had begun to get a little weird, seeing as how they had never technically even been out on a date before. 

When she showed up at his house wearing nothing but a trench coat and a seductive smile, Connor was disappointed instead of turned on. 

Nothing ever felt right, because no other girl could compare to her. 

He tried to let Felicia down easy, saying that she knew from the get-go that a serious relationship was out of the question, but they had fun nevertheless. Apparently Felicia did not see it that way. She continued to show up to his job and at his apartment until finally he had one of his buddies in the precinct slap the girl with a restraining order. 

Connor felt like such a heel. Looking back, he realized that he had been using the girl but justified it with the reasoning that she was doing the same thing. 

He was jarred out of his thoughts by Angie clearing her throat. "Anyone alive in there?" she asked, amused at the spaced-out look on his face.

"Sorry, what?"

Angie grinned. "I said you shouldn't take it so hard, Connor. No one's love life is stellar."

"I'll say. When's the last time you've gotten any?"

She kicked him soundly in the thigh. "A lady never tells, schmuck. Besides, this isn't about me."

"I'm serious, hellcat. You might need to make some changes, you know. Go out, have some fun. Stop hanging around me and find a decent boyfriend and not these jerk-offs." Anything to keep me from having to be around you all the time when all I want to do is slam you against a wall and make you scream, he added mentally.

"It ain't that easy, Conny. It's not like there's a perfect man store somewhere around here where I can pick out my dream guy. No magical boyfriend for me, my friend. Roxie got lucky. I don't think Lady Luck will hit the Hartley sisters twice without a big karmic kickback in the end."

All you need is right in front of you, Connor thought. All I have to do is make you understand that.

"Well," Connor said, clinking his beer bottle with hers. "Until the time when such a store comes to fruition, you and I will always have each other."

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They watched the rest of the movie, occasionally laughing at the good parts. Towards the end, Connor looked over and smiled. Angie was curled up in the corner, fast asleep. She never could make it to the end of a movie.

Turning off the television, he gently shook her. "Wakey-wakey, hellcat."

Angie's eyes popped open. "What?" she asked groggily.

"You fell asleep, as usual."

She sat up and stretched, her mouth stretching in a cute yawn. "Shit, what time is it?"

Connor checked his watch. "A little after 3 AM."

"Fuck," she said, rubbing her face. "I didn't even realize I fell asleep."

"Yeah, but it's cool. Today was long and rough on all of us. Damn weddings." Rising from the sofa, Connor held out his hand to help her up. Getting to her feet, Angie seemed a bit unsteady. 

"Whoa there, I think I had a bit too much of the champagne."

"You alright Angie?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I think I'm going to head to my bedroom."

"All right, I'm good on the couch." He watched her walk down the semi-darkened hallway to her room. Turning back he faced the sofa. "Ahh, my old adversary. We meet again."

Connor had spent many a night on that very piece of furniture, especially during the times trying to hide out from his girlfriend or fling at the moment. 

He unbuttoned his shirt slowly and tried not to think about Angie getting undressed a few feet away from him. Just imagining her black cocktail dress sliding down the smooth, dark contours of her body, the sigh of relief that would escape her luscious lips. 

Shaking his head clear, he took off his pants and folded everything neatly on the brown leather club chair next to the sofa. Clad only in his white undershirt and black boxer briefs he padded silently over to the small closet at the start of the hallway where he knew she kept spare blankets and pillows. He was about to turn back when he caught a glimpse of brown skin in the mirror. 

Looking down the hallway, he noticed that Angie left the door slightly ajar, allowing him a sliver of a view. It was just enough to notice the mirror in the corner, which reflected the opposite wall. Angie stood serenely at her cedar vanity table. Her back was facing the small mirror as she lifted one slender brown leg up on the seat. Raising her skirt slightly, she unhooked the black stocking she wore from the garter and slowly took it off, as not to tear the nylon. 

Connor felt his breath catch in his throat. The act, though a simple one, ignited a fire deep inside. To him, she never looked sexier. When she leaned forward to remove the other nylon, he was treated to a lovely sight of her glorious cleavage heaving in her black lacy strapless bra. Her breasts were full, the tops a glowing dark chocolate begging to be tasted. 

Shaking his head out of the stupor, Connor walked briskly back to the living room. Shutting off the light, he settled himself onto the couch and tried to forget the glorious scene that had been before him. His erection and heart wouldn't let him forget. 

Connor didn't realize he had drifted off to sleep when he was awaken by a soft throat clearing. 

Opening his eyes groggily, he saw Angie standing next to the couch, her brown skin glowing in the soft moonlight. She was wearing a men's dress shirt, the length swishing around her shapely cocoa thighs. 

"Ange," he murmured. "Everything okay?"

Her eyes were glistening. "I don't want to sleep alone. Please stay with me tonight."

He rose quickly, gathering her into his arms. She was shaking softly. "Sure, hellcat. What's wrong?"

She didn't answer him, but took his hand and led him to the bedroom. The room was dark, save for the small stream of light dancing into the room from the moon. 

"Connor," she whispered. Her hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to her. 

Connor groaned from the contact. God, she was so soft. "Oh, Angie baby. Don't do this to me."

She ran her finger down his face, her softness tracing the outline of his strong jaw. Connor sucked in a breath when her fingertips brushed against his lips. 

His heart nearly burst into flames with the next words that escaped her lips. Angie leaned in close, her lips next to his ears. 

"Conny, please. I want you."

He grabbed her face, crushing his lips against hers. His fingers laced in her brown hair as she nibbled and sucked on his lips. Damn, she was still just as sweet. 

Pulling away, he looked into her eyes as if trying to read her mind. "Ange, are you sure?"

Stepping back from him, she unbuttoned the two fastened buttons on her shirt, letting it fall to the floor. 

The sight in front of Connor nearly laid waste to his senses. She was simply beautiful. He couldn't believe this gorgeous creature before him was his best friend in the whole world. His best friend that was about to share such an intimate gift with him. 

His eyes admired the richness of her dark curves, the slender yet curvy swell of her full hips, her large round breasts capped with chocolate peaks sitting proudly. The shaven mound already glistening with her desire for him. 

Absolutely beautiful. 

Walking over to the bed, she sat down on the edge. Spreading her legs wide, she beckoned him with a finger. 

"Connor. I need you. Now."

Peeling off his clothes, he allowed his throbbing member to lead him to her. Slowly she leaned back, spreading her legs wider for him. He stood above her, admiring her curves and beauty. The look she gave him set his body ablaze with heated lust. 

"Please Connor," she whispered. Reaching down, she parted her slick folds, moaning at the contact. Connor felt his erection twitch at the sight of her pleasuring herself. 

Sliding her finger into her dark heat, she let out a sigh. "Do you know how many times I've done this to myself wishing it was you? I've lost count of the times I came thinking about you taking me over and over."

Connor gulped audibly. He couldn't take it anymore. She brought out a deep fantasy hidden within him. Suddenly he felt nothing more would satisfy him than pushing her up against that wall and making her scream. 

Angie felt herself being lifted from the bed as Connor half-carried, half-dragged her over to the wall across from the mirror. He pushed her back gently, but with enough force to get his point across. 

He lifted her easily and she wrapped one leg instinctively around his waist. He was at her entrance and his body was screaming for him to continue. But he wanted to prolong it. He wanted to hear her beg for it. 

Connor slid partly into her wet cove, gasping at the feeling of overwhelming satisfaction. He was barely inside of her, yet he already felt like he was home. His head was bent, admiring the way his paleness slid into her dark channel. Her eyes were shut and moving quickly beneath her eyelids. 

"Do you want this, hellcat?" he groaned, inching deeper into her. 

Angie didn't reply, just nodded her head. Her grip tightened around his neck as he slowly pushed more into her. 

Giving one final thrust, Connor buried himself completely in her. Angie moaned loudly. "Oh god, I want it Connor!" she cried. "I want it so bad."

She began to grind her hips and work her pelvis in a seductive slow whine. Connor bit his lip. She was gripping his cock so tightly and working him so nicely. 

Grabbing her other leg, he lifted her completely off the floor. He kissed her deeply, tasting the beads of sweat forming like a sweet and salty barrier on her upper lip. 

Connor grabbed her arms, crisscrossing them above her head. "Don't move them," he growled. Placing a hand on her wrists, and wrapping his arm around her waist, he glanced over at the mirror and nearly exploded right there. She looked utterly helpless, a rarity for his usually fiery Hellcat. Her brown curves glistened in the moonlight, a sheen of swear coated like dew on their bodies. 

He liked that she submitted to him, but he knew he'd pay for it later. 

Still, he was going to give her the ride of her life. 

"Move your hips," he commanded. Angie complied, moaning at the erotic sparks the friction created between them. 

Connor groaned as she picked up speed. "Oh Angie, baby I've waited for this for so long."

"Connor, you make me feel so good. Come with me, lover." Connor felt her muscles tighten around his cock as she exploded in ecstasy. He moaned as he released inside her, the past twenty years of longing culminating into that very moment of pure passionate explosion. 

Carrying her over to the bed, he laid her head softly on the pillow, never leaving her warmth. 

He laid down beside her and she instinctively cuddled closer to him. 

Sighing contentedly, he stroked her brown hair. "I love you, Hellcat." 

"I love you too, Conny." She kissed his chest. "Always."

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Connor awoke to the sunlight streaming through the curtains, nearly blinding him. He smiled, remembering his time with Angie. Reaching his hand out for her, he only encountered something solid that oddly enough felt like wood. 

Turning his head, realization sank in. 

And it hit heavy like a brick. 

He was still in the living room.

That whole night, it couldn't have been a dream...right?

He looked down at his boxer briefs. He was sporting a sizeable morning wood. Propping himself up on his elbows, Connor was in disbelief. 

It was one hell of a dream. The way he felt inside her, her fingers running through his hair. It all felt so real. 

He sighed and dropped back to his pillow, a feeling of disappointment washing over him. To have a dream like that is a cruel trick, he thought. 




Everything You Want Ch. 02



Glancing over at the coffee table, he noticed a piece of paper lying serenely on top. Reaching out, he picked up the paper and read. It was a note from Angie. She had to run into work for a minute, but she said he could help himself to whatever. She ended the note saying she'd return around 2. 

Picking up his watch, Connor groaned when he saw the time. 11:30. He'd have to go to the station soon. 

He allowed himself time to lay back and reflect. This was no way to go through life. He had to tell Angie how he felt. At this point, it was driving him crazy. He needed her to know just how much he needed and wanted her. 

Connor remembered when he was younger, how his father used to write little notes to his mother on Post-its. He'd stick them around the house and whenever she would go and do chores, she'd find a little yellow love note. 

It was just something so simple, yet it used to make his mother smile. It would say something silly like a corny joke, or something just as simple as I love you. And at the end of each note, his father would always end with the same Gaelic love line. "A Chuisle Mo Chroí". 

Pulse of My Heart. Connor had never understood those words before. His father told him that in time, he'd find the right woman who would open his eyes and find a place, however small, to fit inside his heart. 

Connor always thought his dad was a bit of the mushy romantic.

But not anymore. He finally realized what his dad had been saying all along, when he wrote those love notes all those years ago. 

Angie was his. His chuisle. 

He needed to let her know.



Everything You Want Ch. 03



Angie tried to concentrate on her desk, her work, but nothing was registering. Her eyes continued to wander around her office as her mind fuzzed over. She wasn't really sure what was wrong, but she knew that staying at work was out of the question.

She knew if her boss came by and saw her staring blankly into space, he would shoot a critical look her way. But she didn't care. She was in a serious funk. 

Looking down at the off-white file folder on her desk, she tried to focus on its contents. It was a grisly murder scene. She should have been used to it, working on the Homicide Unit. But it was always a little rough to take when murders involved children. 

Sighing, she shut the folder. There were a lot of things wrong today. She hadn't heard from Connor in over a week, since he spent the night after Roxie's wedding. She had to run an errand that morning and left him a note, saying she'd be right back. When she returned, he was nowhere to be found. 

After calling his cell phone and his apartment for three straight days, she gave up. Angie supposed she should have been used to his moods. When his mom was in the hospital for pneumonia four years back, he holed himself up in his apartment for nearly a week before she had to break in and threaten to drag his ass to the hospital. She was used to Connor's brooding ways, but it still annoyed the hell out of her. 

Standing up, Angie knew she couldn't stay there any longer. Grabbing her jacket from the chair facing her desk, she left her office quickly. Turning the corner to head for the stairs, she nearly ran into a warm body. She glanced up irritably into the laughing green eyes of her partner, Sean Reilly. 

"Angie, you okay?" he asked, steadying her. 

"I'm fine, Reilly. Look, can you tell Chief I'm heading out early?" she asked, shrugging on her waist-length black leather jacket. 

Sean eyed her. "No prob, partner. You look a little worn. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just need to crash."

Sean smiled. "Do that. After all, you're the one supposed to be watching my ass and I want you fresh and spry."

Angie smiled tiredly. "Bite me, Reilly. Oh, I left that Morelli case file on my desk. Have a look-see at it, will you?"

"Will do, Ange. Now go home and get some rest."

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Hurriedly leaving the precinct, Angie's breath hung in the chilly December air. Cursing herself silently for not wearing a warmer coat, she shoved her hands into her jacket pocket for the little warmth it would provide.

"Fucking city weather," she muttered aloud. Checking her watch, she realized that it was only 1:30. Deciding that going home to watch soap operas and talk shows would be too lame, she walked into the first coffeehouse she could find. 

Angie sighed contentedly as a blast of warm, muffin-scented air greeted her as she bustled into the shop. After ordering a large English toffee cappuccino and an extra-large cranberry muffin, she settled herself at a cozy table by the window to people-watch. 

Warming her hands around her cappuccino, she remembered that she and Roxie used to come into the city all the time and people watch. The park or some little window shop was the best place to do it. Roxie used to make up elaborate back stories for everyone they came across: a jilted ballerina dancing for her lost love, a man, once a whiz kid on Wall Street now playing guitar for change after a multi-billion dollar corporation collapsed and lost him millions. 

They would buy ice cream and giggle as the world passed them by. And now her baby sister was a married woman and off living life in whirlwind of passion and love from an incredibly wonderful man. 

Roxie. She missed her sister. It had been over a week since she heard from her too. Angie brought the large, steaming bowl-shaped mug to her lips and took a generous swig from it, nearly burning her tongue in the process. Connor always joked that she could never wait for anything to cool. 

Popping a piece of the muffin into her mouth, she chewed slowly and pondered her situation. Without her sister or her best friend around, everything seemed so gray. Looking out at the overcast sky, Angie sighed when she noticed the little white swirling orbs falling. It was snowing already. 

Guess I'll take a cab home, she thought gloomily. She closed her eyes, and pinched the bridge of her nose to try and stave off the coming migraine. 

"Playing hooky today, huh Detective Hartley?" a deep voice asked.

Angie's eyes flew open. It took a second for her eyes to focus, but when she did, she couldn't help the goofy smile that spread across her tired face. 

"Well, look what the Hudson dragged in," she said, pulling the man into a hug.

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Connor took a huge bite of the bacon cheeseburger. Chewing slowly, he sipped the cranberry soda next to his plate. Swallowing, he sighed with relief. It had been a stressful week. Work was hectic. The fall and winter months were quite unpredictable at the firehouse. 

From little old ladies leaving their decorative lights on too long, or kids getting stupid with too many candles for a Halloween séance, it seemed like the lunacy would never end. 

He was taking a well-deserved break in the kitchen of the firehouse, enjoying his meal when Luca Branzo walked in. Luca was a decent guy and one hell of a firefighter. Tilting his chin in greeting, Connor continued to plow his way through his extra large burger and side of fries. 

"Gavin, jeez. Here's hoping you don't choke." Luca opened the fridge and helped himself to bottled water. 

Connor swallowed the lump of food. "Bite me, Branzo."

Luca took a large swig of water. "I would, but I'm afraid I'd never see my hand again. What's up, Gavin? Tapeworm getting you down?"

Connor gulped down the rest of his soda. "Nah. I don't know. Just been too busy for food. Now I'm not."

Luca sat down at the table. Swiping a fry from Connor's plate, he crunched down heartily. "Uh huh. So what's up man? You seem kind of pissy lately. What's wrong, hand not enough for you these days?"

"Shut the fuck up Branzo," Connor said, laughing. "We all know you hold the jack off record in the house."

Luca laughed. "Hey, man I gotta do something. Ever since my wife's been pregnant the shop's been closed. I've been going fucking stir-crazy, man. Three more months, dude."

"You realize that you can have sex with a woman when she's pregnant, right?"

"Yeah, I know. But damn it just freaks me out. I don't say no to a blowjob." Luca chuckled. "So, what's up with you? The boys and I have a bet going on. We're trying to see how long it's going to take for you to get laid. The pool's at about 250 dollars." 

"Well, I'd hate to disappoint you guys. Come back to me when it gets up to 500."

"You're ridiculous, Gavin. You need to find yourself a girl and quick."

"Thanks mom," Connor retorted, polishing off the rest of his burger. "I'm serious, dick." Luca replied. "Whatever happened to that one chick you're always hanging out with? The black chick with the nice ass. She's fucking smokin' dude."

Connor let his mind wander. Angie. He was avoiding her, he knew it. But he wasn't sure he could face her after what happened the night of Roxie's wedding. That dream was so real; he could almost taste her sweetness on his lips. 

Coughing, he brought himself back to reality. "Uh, we're just friends," he said. 

Luca gave him a look that clearly said 'yeah right'. "Uh huh. That's why when I just described her you had a look on your face like you just came in your pants." He gave his comrade a good-natured slap on the back. "Dude, you need to be hitting that. Hardcore."

Connor tried to shake those thoughts. "What? No, man. Angie and I are friends. I've known that girl since grade school."

"Even better. She knows all the dumb shit about you and still wants to be around you. You've got a nice set up." Luca rose from the table and headed for the door. "Think about it," he added, tossing his bottle in the trash and heading out into the hallway.

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Connor needed some air. Grabbing his black parka, he headed out into the snowy world of the city. 

He felt like such an ass. He ignored Angie's calls because he didn't know what to say. 

Cursing himself silently, he pulled his black and grey cable knit cap from his pocket and jammed it on his head. 

He found himself walking the eight blocks to the precinct where Angie worked. It was now or never. He had to tell her how he felt.

His hands felt the icy pins and needles pricks as he walked into the heated building. Looking around, he was slightly overwhelmed. The place was buzzing with ringing telephones and the hum of voices from various desks all over. 

Walking over to the large front desk, he was flashed a brilliant smile by the pretty blonde officer seated behind the desk. "How can I help you?" she asked in a breathy voice, sitting up a bit taller now.

"Hey there. I'm looking for Angela Hartley."

"Oh," sighed the girl, feigning a look of interest. "Angie left for the day, something about not feeling well. You can leave a message if you want, or you can just take it to her yourself. I'm sure she'd love to get something from her boyfriend."

Connor had to laugh at the woman's not-so-subtle way of trying to see whether he was Angie's boy or not.

"Thanks, doll. But I'm not her boyfriend, just her best friend. I'll try and stop by her place; you know bring her some soup and all."

He gave her a friendly smile and turned to head back out into the cold. Flipping out his cell phone, he dialed her house. There was no answer. He tried her cell, but it was the same thing. 

Putting the phone back into his coat pocket, he began to walk again, careful not to step in the slick patches of ice. It was unusual for it to be this snowy, especially so early in November. 

Connor tried to think of places that Angie would go. Knowing her, she'd probably be holed up in some random coffee shop.

Turning around, he headed in the opposite direction. He knew where she would be. There was a little spot two or three blocks from the precinct. A yoga instructor he hooked up with had a studio around the corner from the station. While he waited for her to finish her classes, he would stop in there for a quick cup of coffee and a bagel. It was nice, not too big but big enough for anonymity. 

The shop was in his line of vision. Connor knew he had to apologize big time for being a dick but mostly, he needed to get his feelings off his chest. Angie was his best friend, the one person with whom the bullshit didn't matter. Tell her how you feel, his brain screamed. If at worst, she doesn't feel the same way and the friendship becomes a little awkward.

Connor entered The Coffee Cup. It was warm and smelled like fresh muffins. The shop was a little busy, the air buzzing with the voices of pleasant conversation. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Angie sitting at a table right in front of the large window, the corners covered with the hint of frost. 

Taking off his hat, he walked over to where she was sitting. She looked good, a little tired. She was wearing a grey cable knit sweater that clung to her curvy waist, a French blue button down collared shirt underneath. Her grey wide-leg tailored trousers were pressed neatly and her pointy-toed heels completed her sleek look. 

Angie was busy sipping her drink out of her large bowl-like mug so she wasn't going to see him saunter over to the table. Walking up, he cleared his throat. 

"How'd I know you'd be here?" he asked, smiling.

"Maybe it's because you just left the table two minutes ago," she replied still looking down at the newspaper in front of her. Raising her head, her grin faltered slightly. "Conny? I didn't know it was you."

"Oh, were you expecting someone else?" Connor noticed a jacket hanging on the chair opposite her. 

Angie sipped her cappuccino. "Actually I was. He just went to the bathroom."

Connor felt a twinge of jealousy. Who the fuck is he, he fumed silently. "He?" he asked. "He who?"

"He me," a deep voice replied. 

Connor turned to the direction of the voice and his face fell. 

"Hey there, Gavin. Long time no see," the man said, extending his hand. 

Feeling his throat going dry, Connor swallowed. His hand instinctively went out to grasp the man's outstretched palm. 

"Likewise, Charlie."

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To say that Angie was surprised to see Charlie was an understatement. After he helped her out with a favor for Dex and Roxie, the most contact she had with him was a couple of infrequent phone calls. 

She definitely was shocked to see him standing there at her table.

"Charlie Mercado, it's been awhile."

"Yeah it has," he said, taking the seat opposite her. She studied his face. He was still very attractive. A product of a Puerto Rican mother and Italian father, he was blessed with golden looks. Skin the color of warm caramel, wavy black hair, and thoughtful gray eyes, Charles Diego Mercado was the object of many a girls' desire back in high school. 

Unfortunately for them, he only had eyes for Angie. They dated between their sophomore and senior years until Charlie left halfway through senior year to move across the country to live with his relatives in Echo Park, California. 

They had parted amicably, whispering teenage promises to call and write each other often. She talked to him once in awhile during college and when she discovered that they both went to work for respective police departments, they maintained an online friendship. Although they talked on the phone and through email she hadn't seen him since the day he left New York over eight years ago. 

And now he was here for reasons unknown. 

Angie glanced up at the two men, who seemed to be sizing each other up. Connor's usually twinkling blue eyes were now a stormy midnight color. Charlie looked pensive yet amused. Things were always strained between the two men since high school. Angie decided to deflect the situation before they started pulling down their pants and playing the "Who's Got the Bigger Dick" game. 

"So, Connor what's up?" Angie asked. 

Connor turned to look at her. "Uh, nothing." He glanced back at Charlie who seemed to be studying him with a small smile. "Can I talk with you for a moment? Outside?" 

He gave Charlie a terse nod before turning to walk towards the door. Angie stared at his retreating figure before rising and putting on her coat. "I'll be right back," she said to Charlie.

Sitting down, he flashed a grin. "Sure. He okay?" he asked, jamming his thumb in the direction of Connor who was outside pretending not to glare at them. 

Angie smirked. "Who knows with him? Guy acts like he's on his period 24/7." She left the warmth of the coffee shop, shivering slightly when the icy blast of December slapped her in the face. 

Rubbing her hands together, she eyed Connor beadily. "Okay, Carla you wanna tell me what your issues are?"

Connor stared at her, her dark face shaped lovingly by her feathered brown bob cut just a few inches below chin length in that choppy way. She wore a little styling product it in, giving her cute punky layers all over. He couldn't be mad at her when she looked that way. 

"What's he doing here?" he grumbled. He was being a complete ass, and he knew it. But it didn't exactly stop him from running his mouth. 

"Dunno. He came in for a visit. Stopped in to see me. Why?'

"Dunno. Just asking. I just think it's highly coincidental that he stopped in here like he knew exactly where you were going to be."

Angie scoffed. "Connor, this shop is like three blocks from the precinct. Charlie went there looking for me, and they told him I left early. Sean must have told him that I usually stop in here. No big deal. Besides," she eyed him suspiciously. "Why do you even care? I haven't seen you in like a week."

Connor shrugged his shoulders. "I've just been busy. Things at the station have been a little crazy. You know how it gets close to the holidays."

"Whatever Gavin, that is bullshit and you know it. You're never too busy for a phone call so I'm not buying that." 

Connor heard the disappointment in her voice. "Dammit, Ange I'm sorry. I've been a real tool lately, but I've been going through some major shit. I don't mean to take it out on you."

"Connor you know if you have a problem you can tell me. We don't keep secrets from each other."

If you only knew how much I want to say this to you, he thought. "I know, hellcat. And I promise, when it's the right time I'll clue you in. But this one's gotta stay locked up for a while. In the meantime," he said, opening his arms. "Will you accept an 'I'm-sorry-for-being-an-asshole' hug from your best friend?"

Angie grinned. He looked like a hulking puppy dog, standing in the middle of a semi-crowded New York sidewalk with his arms open wide. Faking a dramatic sigh, she shrugged her shoulders. "I suppose. But if you're ever an ass like that again, I get to kick you in the face. For serious." 

Connor laughed and reveled in the feeling of having her in his arms. He knew that she really wasn't big on hugs, so it was a good sign that he was forgiven. I could get used to this, he thought happily. 

"Got it, threat duly noted" he said. 

"Good. Now, do you want to come back inside and join us? It's pretty freaking cold out here."

He was reluctant to leave her, but he knew that being in Charlie's presence at this time was a bad idea. He didn't mind the guy, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he dangled over his head the fact that he had Angie and Connor didn't. Had, his brain reminded him. He doesn't have her now.

"Nah, I've got some things to take care of at the apartment. But give me a call later tonight. We need to hang out."

Angie studied him. There was definitely something he wasn't telling, but she wasn't going to pry. "Okay Conny. I'll see you later." She turned and headed back to the warmth of the coffee shop. He watched her sit down at the table, the way she greeted Charlie, the way he smiled at her, and the way his hand slid across the table to gently brush her arm.

Connor watched it all, and felt the encompassing feeling of loneliness wash over him. 

He realized that he was losing her.

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Angie smiled as Charlie finished his joke. He always had a way of making her laugh. Sipping her now third cup of cappuccino she grinned at him. "So, Charles you never told me why you're in town."

Charlie's grey eyes met hers. "Well, I was planning to visit my grandmother. I haven't seen her in such a long time."

Angie eyed him. "You came all the way from California to see your grandma? Bullshit."

He laughed, and it warmed Angie's cheeks. She remembered his laughter, melodious and crisp, like rain on pavement. 

"Alright, you caught me. I never could get anything past you, Ange." He drank the last bit of his coffee. "I wanted to see you. It's been so long, and I had some vacation time so I took a trip. Seeing my grandmother is just a bonus."

She smiled. "Ah, you know just what to say to make a girl feel all special inside."

He grinned. "Now, who's bullshitting whom? I recognize that 'Yeah, Right' Angie grin from a mile away."

They both laughed. Wow, I miss this Angie thought. It had been so long since high school, but Charlie was still the same: handsome, funny, and thoughtful.

"So how's the little sister? Still doing her grown and sexy thing?"

"Yeah, she's due back from Australia any day now."

Charlie whistled lowly. "Man, must be nice. I can't believe Roxy's the first one outta all of us to get married."

"Yeah, but she snagged a good guy. She had to act fast before Hollywood caught up with him and turned him into a world-class ass, although I can hardly see that happening to Dex."




Everything You Want Ch. 03



Charlie nodded. "Yeah, he's a standup guy from what I've seen." "Heard anything about Stern lately?"

"Not much. He's doing about 3 years. Still squawking about getting lawyers involved about his broken nose. Roxie clipped him good. The boys and I still laugh about that one."

Angie grinned. "Well, my girl was always tough. She learned from the best."

"That she did."

Her whole body was warm now, but it had nothing to do with the cappuccino. The looks he gave her still made her brain shoot tingles all over her body. 

"How's the love life, Charles?" she asked, trying to keep her voice casual. 

"Can't complain, although all my exes will. Work keeps me busy, so having some sort of concrete relationship is kind of difficult." He held her gaze. "My mother always said no other girl ever came close to you."

Shaking his head, he stood up. "Well, we have officially been sitting here for over two hours. Do you want me to drop you at your house?"

"Yeah that would be nice." Shrugging on her jacket, her mind was still reeling with his words. What exactly was all this supposed to mean, she thought.

She waited on the corner of the block while Charlie retrieved his car from the precinct parking garage. She smiled as he pulled up in a sleek black Lexus. When he got out and jogged to the other side to open the car door for her, she laughed. "Mercado, you are so smooth," she said, easing into the warm interior of the car. The supple camel-colored leather caressed her body.

Charlie laughed. "Don't you forget that, girl." Closing the door behind her, he got in on his side. After giving him directions to her place, she settled back and enjoyed the smoothness of the car. 

"Charlie I know you aren't thinking about taking this nice ass car to your grandma's house. As I recall she still lives in the Bronx, right?"

"You mean that house in Parkchester? No. She moved to Yorktown Heights, just outside the city. She lives with my cousin Donnie and his family."

"Oh, well nice to see you've kept me informed."

"Nice to see you're still a bossy pain in the ass, too."

"Yeah well some things never change." Turning to her, his grey eyes darkened. "I hope not."

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"Angie, when did you move in?" Charlie looked around at the sparse décor in the apartment. With the exception of a comfortable leather sofa and two plushy leather club chairs, the living room didn't offer much furniture. There was a spectacular 52-inch plasma screen television mounted on the wall, but not much else.

"Why the hell does everyone always ask that?" 

"Because it looks like a cheap frat house."

Angie laughed. "I'll decorate sometime soon."

Taking off her coat, she led him to the living room, sitting on the couch. 

"Charlie, I need to know something."

"Sure," he said, placing his coat on the arm of the sofa. "What's up?"

"Seriously, why are you here? Not that I don't enjoy seeing you. It's just since you left almost eight years ago, you never bothered to come back until now."

Charlie stared at her. She shivered slightly although the heat was on. There was always something about his gaze that made her do that. She never could tell what he was thinking. When they were dating it unnerved and thrilled her at the same time.

"I'm going to be honest. I can't stop thinking about you, Ange. After seeing your sister in L.A. and helping her and Dex out, I realized how much I've missed you." He hands covered hers and Angie felt her heartbeat quicken. 

"You were my first love, Angela. You were my first. We have a history together. I know things can't be the way they were in high school, but I want us to give it another go-around."

Angela was stunned. This wasn't what she was expecting. "Charlie, I..."

He put up a hand to silence her. "You don't have to say anything right now. I don't even know if there's another man in your life right now. To be honest I don't care. I just want this." He leaned in close, his lips nearly touching hers. "I want us," he whispered, covering her mouth with his own. 

Angie felt her mind turn to mush as her body succumbed to his kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gave herself over to him. 

************************

Connor flipped through the television channels at breakneck speed. He wasn't looking for anything in particular. The television was background noise. 

He needed something to take his mind off what it was concocting. Right now it was lewd fantasies of Charlie and Angie together and it was enough to make him sick. 

He threw the remote down angrily, nearly smashing the thing into pieces. 

Fucking Mercado. Had to come back, with his swooping words and gestures. Connor couldn't blame him. If he had lost Angie, he'd fight hell and all her minions to get her back. 

But seeing as how he never had her to begin with, hating Charlie for trying to ruin his chances seemed like the best option. 

Connor was still brooding when a small but powerful knock boomed on the door. Grudgingly, he rose from the couch to answer. He was about to tell whoever it was to go fuck themselves, when he saw the person on the other end. 

"Hey Jess," he said gloomily. 

Jessica Flanagan smiled. "Hey yourself, cousin. What's wrong, expecting someone else?" She pushed past him into the apartment. 

Connor groaned. Not now, he thought. "No, Jess I wasn't but I really want to be alone right now."

Jess grinned. "No can do, cuz. Your mother sent me over here with a pot of beef stew because she's convinced that you're starving yourself."

He noticed the large brown paper shopping bag in her clutches. "What else is in there?" 

Jess shrugged. "A bunch of other foodly items she thought you'd like. Now be a good boy, take my coat and I'll show you what I've brought."

Connor smiled in spite of his dour mood. He could always count on Jessica to cheer him up. She was his mother's sister's only girl, the Irish Rose amidst in the sea of chaos that was her house. She was the baby girl with three older brothers. Jimmy, Timo, Mikey, and Connor watched out for her since the day puberty hit. 

He admired her beauty as she took off her forest green tweed pea coat and matching tweed hat and gloves. Her thick green sweater was the color of Ireland and matched her fiery red hair which fell in loose waves down to the middle of her back. Green eyes completed her look and a sprinkling of freckles she owned since birth dotted her nose. 

"Jess who are you dressed up for?" he asked, noticing the form-fitting sweater and grey denim jeans.

"Not for you, punk" she said. "I was having dinner with my folks and yours when they ambushed me."

Connor laughed as they went into the kitchen. "Ahh, so who was it this time?" Since turning twenty-four this past summer, it seemed all the family wanted to do was marry Jess off before what they called "old maid-hood" settled in.

"You remember Patrick Maguire, right?" she placed the brown bag on the countertop and began pulling out various items.

"Yeah, that kid we grew up with. He was such a jerk-off."

"He still is," she replied. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with our family. You, Mikey, and Timo are still single and they don't give you guys crap about it."

"Don't remind me about being single," he said.

"Well maybe you'd have some prospects if you cleaned up once in awhile. You look like hell, Vinny" she said, using the nickname she gave him all those years ago.

"It's been a long day, Jess."

"Really? Well, your dad sent you something that might make it all better." She reached into the bag and pulled out a large bottle of Irish whiskey. "Ta-da!" she exclaimed. 

Connor smiled. It wasn't her fault he was in such a bad mood. 

She served them both hot, steaming bowls of Mrs. Gavin's thick beef stew. Connor felt his mood changing with every sip. 

"Jess, have you heard from Roxie yet?" he asked. 

"Actually I have," she replied, taking a sip of red wine. "She's back stateside, just got in last night. She's supposed to be coming out for Christmas."

"That's awesome. I know you and the girls will be glad to see her."

"Yeah, we will. Now why don't you tell me what's bothering you?"

"Jess," he started. 

"Vinny, you were always so secretive. Sometimes you gotta let people in, you know?" Connor sighed. It was no use keeping it all in. "Charlie Mercado is back in town."

Jess was silent for a minute as she drained her wine glass. Holding the glass up to the light, she sighed. "Hell, it might be time for the whiskey."

She rose from the table, taking the empty soup bowls with her, returning with the whiskey and two shot glasses. Setting down the glasses, she poured to the brim for each.

"So, where does this leave you and Ange?" 

"What do you mean?"

Jess shot him a 'no bullshit' look. "Vinny," she started.

"God Jess, what do you want me to say? That I love her? That I can't stop thinking about her? That all I want to do is be near her?" He felt his chest constrict and he reached for the shot and downed the whiskey clean. 

Jess smiled knowingly at him. "Well, that would be a start." She offered the other glass to him, which he quickly drank. 

"Jess, what am I supposed to do? I can't say all these things without looking like an ass."

"Vinny what are you afraid of?"

Connor sighed. He took a large swig from the bottle. "I don't want to hurt her. I don't want things to be awkward. But most of all, I'm just afraid that she won't feel the same way as I do."

"Vinny, I understand all that. But you can't possibly know what's going to happen unless you man up and make a damn move."

"Maybe it's too late. Charlie's back now. She's supposed to be with him, I guess."

"Oh come on, Gavin," Jess snorted. "Stop being a fucking pussy and do the damn thing."

Connor was bolted out of his funk by her words. He turned to look at his cousin with something akin to admiration. Jess never cursed, unless she was extremely drunk or extremely irritated. She hadn't touched the whiskey at all. 

He laughed. "Damn, I think that's what I needed."

She smiled. "I know." Rising, she grabbed her coat from one of the hooks by the door. "Now, I have to go meet Nina and Carrie downtown. We've got tickets to see Wicked on Broadway." She shrugged on her coat and kissed his cheek. 

"I'll tell your Ma you say hello." Opening the door, she turned back around, smiling. "See to it that whiskey gets put to good use."

************************

Angie was reluctant to see Charlie go, but he had dinner plans with his family. She knew that he was just as hesitant to leave her. 

She sighed as she remembered the taste of him on her lips. It went no further than a heavy make-out session on her leather sofa, but she knew that he was hoping for more.

It didn't surprise her that she opted to stop. No, what bothered her was the reason. 

She couldn't stop thinking about Connor. 

She saw his face when she walked back into the coffee shop to join Charlie. He looked confused and a little jealous, but that was the norm. No, what was bothering her was something else. 

He had looked so lonely, like he lost the most important thing to him. 

She tried to shake it off, but the feeling wouldn't budge. 

Angie was jarred from her thoughts by the sound of the telephone. 

"Hello?"

"Is that my gorgeous big sister I hear?"

"Kiddo!"

"That's Mrs. Kiddo to you."

Angie laughed. "So it seems. How was it Down Under?"

"Oh, it was beyond fabulous. Australia was nice too."

"Ah, I see we've gotten sassy on our honeymoon."

"What can I say, my husband is quite insatiable."

"That might have been TMI, Rox."

"Listen, you wanted to know. Anyway, I talked to The Parents already, but I wanted to drop you a line. How's everyone?"

"Everyone's good. Charlie's in town."

Roxie paused. "Really? Well, how's Connor taking it?"

Angie snorted. "Why would Connor have to take it any kind of way?"

"You know why, Ange."

Angie felt her heart throb. "Roxie, you've been saying that shit for years..."

"...and I'll keep saying it. Talk to him, Angie. You know he's not the type to admit to anything. Remember when you guys were thirteen and went hiking and he fell down that incline? He didn't let anyone know his arm was broken until you were in the car halfway back to the house."

They laughed. "It's not my fault he's an idiot, Rox."

"Yeah, but that doesn't change the present situation either. Although the addition of Charlie makes it a helluva lot more interesting. Christmas is going to be quite the adventure."

"I can't believe I have to wait three weeks to see you."

"Yeah, I know it sucks. Dex says hey."

"I thought you'd be tying him up by now."

"How do you know I'm not doing it at this very moment?"

"Oh, eww. And on that note, I'm hanging up."

Roxie laughed. "Bye, big sister. Talk to Connor. You'll see."

"Bye, Kiddo."

Roxie hung up the phone and shook her head. She sat in the middle of the bed in her and Dex's room and stretched her arms above her head.

"Hello there, Mrs. Ryan." She glanced up and saw her husband emerging from the bathroom. His onyx hair was wet and slicked back from his shower. He was naked, save for the dark green towel wrapped around his waist.

"Hey yourself, handsome. Angie says hey."

"How's everything on East Coast going?" Dex sat down on the edge of the bed, his back facing her. Grabbing the bottle of lotion on the nightstand next to the bed, she squirted some in her hand and massaged it all over his broad back. 

Working out the kinks on his shoulders, she said, "Not bad. Everyone misses us. Charlie is back in town for a visit."

Dex groaned. Her fingers were like magic. "So, gone to swoop Angie off her feet, has he?"

Roxie leaned down and kissed the nape of his neck. "Mmm, seems that way. I told her to talk to Connor."

Dex reached behind him and started to stroke her thigh. "It's about time. Those two really need to get together already."

Turning to his wife, he admired her beauty. She was naked, the black bed sheet wrapped around her brown body. Standing up, he removed the towel from around his waist, his arousal obvious. 

Roxie licked her lips. It had been nearly four months and she still couldn't get enough of him. "Do you have to go on set tomorrow?" she asked, her eyes never leaving his erection. She slid to the top of the bed, resting her back on the pillows. Sliding the sheet down, she exposed her mocha-hued beauty to him.

"Not until four," he managed to gasp out. Dex crawled up the bed, coming to rest between her thighs. His mouth covered hers and they both groaned softly. "I love you," he growled.

"Do you?" she teased.

"Of course."

"Good." She lifted her hips to meet his, connecting their bodies and making both of them gasp. Grabbing his ass, she pushed him in deeper. 

"Now show your Kitten just how much you love her."

************************

Angie rapped softly on the door of Connor's apartment. She could hear faint sounds coming from the other side, but nothing more. 

Grabbing the door handle, she turned it and was surprised that the door was unlocked. Connor never did that. Instinctively her hand went to her side as if to reach for her gun. She realized her off-duty weapon wasn't there. Calm down, Hartley she thought. He probably did just forget to lock it.

Opening the door, she wandered in silently. The sound wasn't coming from the television, but rather the stereo system. 

Walking into the living room, she found Connor lying on the floor. His eyes were closed, his fingers clasped behind his head. 

Kneeling down, she touched him. "Conny, are you alright?"

Connor's eyes flew open. Angie noticed that they were bloodshot. "Ange? What are you doing here?" She wrinkled her nose. He smelled like straight booze and he was slurring slightly.

"We were supposed to hang out together. Are you drunk?"

He smiled lazily. "Yep. And on a Thursday, too. I haven't done this in years."

She grinned, in spite of his stupidity. Drunk Connor rarely made appearances, but when he did, it was always exciting.

"And what, pray tell, were we imbibing tonight?"

Connor struggled to sit up, settling for propping himself unsteadily on his elbows. "Whiskey, of course. What else?"

He turned to the stereo. "How the hell did I get on the floor?"

"Dunno. That's where I found you." She rose, offering him a hand up. He came up easily, stumbling only a little. He wrapped his arms around her waist in an attempt to steady himself. 

"Whoa," he said softly. "Sorry Ange."

"It's okay, Connor." 

"No, not just that. I mean for everything. I'm sorry for being such a dumbass. It comes natural."

Angie smiled. "I know. It's one of your most endearing qualities. I have to say, this side of you is so rare to see."

"Yeah, I don't like you to see me like this."

"I do. Not the falling down drunk part, but I like you vulnerable. You're always so reserved. Lets me know you're still feeling."

Angie noticed that he still had his arms wrapped around her waist, and he was stroking the middle of her back softly. She wasn't going to admit it, but his movements were spreading a fire line down to the apex of her thighs.

Connor began to sway involuntarily when the song changed. "Hey, I remember this one," he said quietly. The sounds of the acoustic version of "Everlong" filled the room. 

"Do you remember when I played this for you?" he asked. 

"Yeah," she said, drawing closer to his chest. She enjoyed the feel of her 5'6 frame being dwarfed by his 6'3 bulk. He was so strong. 

"You know, that summer when you left, it was so hard for me."

"I know." Her arm went out to prevent him from falling. "Okay, cowboy. It's time for you to hit the hay." She used the remote to power down the stereo.

Placing his arm around her shoulder, she helped him walk down the hallway to his bedroom. Sitting him on the bed, Angie looked around the room. As much as Connor was over at her apartment, she'd only been to his maybe a half dozen times and almost never went into his room.

It was decidedly masculine, with dark woods and rich colors. The walls were painted a deep navy blue and matched the navy and celery-colored bedspread on the large sleigh bed. 

Connor swayed dangerously on the bed, falling back softly. Angie smiled. He could normally handle his alcohol pretty well. "Conny how much did you drink?"

"Dunno. Maybe's there's a corner left," he slurred. His eyes were closed.

She removed his shoes. Sitting next to him on the bed, she unzipped his jeans and slid them down, tossing them aside. Lifting his torso up, she took off his t-shirt. 

Angie admired his body for the briefest of moments. He wasn't ridiculously ripped, which was good. He had a swimmer's build and the beginnings of abs, but not that much. 

Unconsciously, Angie traced the outline of his appendix scar and heard his slight intake of breath. She stopped when she heard the soft whisper of her name.

Clad only in his boxers, she laid his head on the pillows and covered him with his blankets. 

Turning off the lights, she was about to leave when she heard his voice cut through the darkness. 

"I wish you knew."

She turned around. "What?" she asked.

He was quiet for a minute or two. Angie was sure she had imagined it when he spoke again. 

"How much I love you."

"I know, Conny. I love you too."

"No," he said. She could hear him moving, like he was turning on his side.

"Not that kind. I mean real love. I think about it all the time. What it would be like if you loved me like that. How you'd look at me. How it'd feel being inside you, waking up next to you every morning knowing that you were in love with me. Ever since that day you left for college I've been addicted to you. Kissing your lips that night, I fell hook, line, and sinker. This is why I wish you knew. So saying all this wouldn't be so awkward for me. But I can't help it. I love you, Ange. You're my chuisle."




Everything You Want Ch. 03



Angie was stunned. She didn't know what that last word was, but she knew what the rest meant. 

"Connor, I..."

"Please, don't say anything." He sighed heavily. "I know how the script will go. You'll say I'm drunk, I'll pass out. I'll wake up the next morning with the hangover of Zeus, and we'll act like nothing was said. Later on it'll become an awkward joke between us. But I'm not that drunk and I'm not joking. I love you, Angela. Drunk or sober, I still want you."

Angie stood frozen in place. He knew her so well, it was scary. She was going to pass it off as drunken talk and ignore it tomorrow. But it seemed like he wasn't going to let her forget. "Connor," she pleaded. "Please don't make me do this. Not tonight."

His silence worried her. She thought he had fallen asleep when she heard. "Okay, fine. But this isn't over. I know Charlie wants you back. Any man would be a fool to pass you up. But I'm letting you know right now. This is my official challenge statement. I want you, Ange. And I'm going to have you. I'm prepared to wait as long as it takes. Hell, I've been waiting for eight years now. But you and I, we will have our chance."

Angie was silent for a few minutes. When she heard his soft snores coming from the bed, she closed the door quietly.



Everything You Want Ch. 04



Connor was having that dream again. When he entered his apartment, she was bent over the dining room table, naked and waiting for him. Her arousal was apparent and she was giving him the sexiest grin. 

Opening his eyes, he groaned. The sky outside was overcast, yet the room seemed too bright. When he tried to sit up, he was hit with a brick wall, or at least that's how it felt. His body was like a ton of lead and there was an accountant running an extremely loud register in his brain. 

"God," he said aloud, his voice scratchy and hoarse. "I really need to stop drinking."

He swung his legs over to the side to rest them heavily on the floor. His mind, however clouded it appeared to be at the moment, was still trying to process the events of last night when he drunkenly bared his soul to Angie. 

He rose unsteadily to make his way to the bathroom. Glancing at his reflection, he winced. "I look like shit," he noted. His reddish-brown curls were disheveled and sticking up at odd angles on his head. Gazing at the mirror through bloodshot blue eyes, he noticed the severe case of scruff inhabiting the lower half of his face. "Ugh."

Connor turned on the shower, letting the hot water run before stepping in and allowing the steamy spray to wash the indiscretions of last night from his body.

Connor didn't regret what he said. In fact, he was proud of himself for saying everything that seemed too difficult to put into words before. He just wished that he didn't reveal all while under the influence of some very powerful whiskey. 

Grabbing the bar of sandalwood soap from the dish, he lathered the soap and began to rub the scented concoction all over his body. 

Lathering his hair, his mind drifted to last night. Angie seemed genuinely shocked about his confession, but he could tell there was something else there. Like maybe she was expecting him to say something like that. Maybe she had been waiting for him all this time. 

"Way to step up Gavin," he said aloud. Grinning, he thought about how she felt in his arms last night, her soft curves pressed against the hard line of his muscular frame. He felt himself growing hard imagining the kiss they would have shared, his hands roaming her curves. 

Painfully erect, his hand gripped his aching member, now pulsating with desire. He stroked his shaft slowly. In his mind, Angie was on her knees in front of him, taking his size slowly into her waiting mouth. He groaned as he felt her fingers cup his balls. 

Connor pumped his cock quicker now, his movements spurred on by the dirty words he wanted to whisper in her ear. His balls tightened as he felt the familiar build-up in his stomach. As he came, he groaned her name. 

Connor rested his arm on the cool tile, leaning his forehead on his slick arm to catch his breath. He allowed his breathing to return to normal as his heartbeat slowed down. 

Thinking, he grinned. That's the last time I'm ever doing that. Next time, it's going to be the real thing. 

"I'm going to make her scream."

*****************************

Angie yawned loudly. She glanced at the clock. 9:30. Smiling, she was glad she called out from work earlier. A three-day weekend was exactly what she needed, especially after last night. 

Last night, when Connor dropped the drunken bomb of love on her; it was so shocking, and yet it didn't surprise her. Angie surmised that having the news officially out in the open made it seem so real. Things were rapidly getting intense.

First the situation with Charlie, and now Connor. It was all becoming too much. Part of Angie wished that things would go back to normal, for Charlie to be in California living a distant existence, and for Connor just to be her best friend. 

And then, there was another side. The part of her that was slowly taking over. The part that was intrigued by Connor's declaration. His words struck something inside of her, and she didn't want to admit it, but his words made her hot. 

She knew Connor could get a little pig-headed when it came to getting his way. When they were sixteen and Connor wanted his own car, his parents refused because they didn't think he was responsible. She remembered his determination to prove them wrong, getting an after-school job working in a garage while keeping his GPA steady. By the end of that semester he was driving around an old '85 Mustang. 

He was so proud of himself. The ferocity of his words came back to her, making her blush. He was so sure that he was going to win her affection. 

She wasn't going to stop him if he tried. 

*****************************

Three weeks later...

Angie bustled around her kitchen. Tonight was the night of her annual Christmas party. Taking the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies out of the oven, she was slightly startled by the knock on her door. "It's open!" she cried. 

"Hey baby," a voice called. Angie looked up and smiled. 

"Hey yourself, Charles." Standing up straight, she set the tray of cookies on the counter and began lifting them from the baking sheet to a holly red plate. She lifted her cheek as he kissed it softly. 

"You look really good," he said. He kissed her other cheek before planting a firm kiss on her lips. She was wearing a short grey denim skirt, a gold cashmere sweater, and grey sweater boots.

"Thanks, so do you" she said. Charlie placed his hands on her ample cheeks. 

"Damn, girl why don't you and I go into the back and you can give me my present?"

Angie laughed, pushing him away. "Shut up, I need to get this all finished so I won't have much to do tonight." She eyed him. He looked good in his black dress slacks and grey button down shirt.

Charlie sighed dramatically. "Okay, Ange. What else needs to be done?"

"Well the cookies are done, the cheesecake is finished, and the rest of dinner is taken care of. I just need you to taste the eggnog and see if it's all good."

Charlie dipped a ladle into the glass punch bowl, scooping a small dose of the creamy concoction. Raising the glass to his lips, he took a sip and coughed slightly. "Oh man," he sputtered. "Did you raid Lindsay Lohan's alcohol stash?"

Angie laughed. "I'll take that as a compliment, dick." 

The door knocked again. "Oh crap, that's the company." She removed the red and green apron from around her waist. Smoothing down her short grey denim skirt, she walked through the hallway to the front door. 

"Who is it?" Angie asked.

"The mailman, who else?" a cheery voice replied.

Smiling, Angie opened the door and was almost thrown off her feet by her slightly smaller doppelganger. "Angela!" Roxie squealed. 

Angie wrapped her arms around her sister. "Rox, I missed you so much." She stepped out of the embrace, looking at her sister. Her raven hair was a bit longer, now with deep brown undertones. Her brown skin positively glowed with excitement and what Angie supposed was the love for a good man. 

"Damn Kiddo, I think you've put on a little weight," she remarked, looking at her sister's frame. Roxie was always a little curvy, they both were; but now she looked even hotter. Her ass was a little rounder, her breasts a bit bigger, and she seemed to be happier.

Roxie laughed. "That's what happens when you get a man. You'll see."

"Speaking of, where is Mr. Wiseass?"

"Right here," called Dex. He was coming in behind his wife, his arms laden with wrapped presents and gift bags. "Hello there sis," he said, kissing Angie on the cheek. 

Angie grabbed him in a hug. Shrugging off his coat, Dex turned to her. "You look good, Angie."

Roxie laughed and punched him playfully in the arm. "Stop trying to pick up my sister, jerk."

"Kitten, you know the only one I want is you. No offense Angie. I hope you can carry on."

Angie laughed. "I think I'll manage, Dex." Ushering them inside, Roxie sat on the couch. She looked grown up in her beige cashmere sweater and camel-colored soft leather pants. 

"Where's Charlie?" she asked, her eyes bright. 

"In the kitchen," said Angie, turning on the stereo. The classical piano sounds of Christmas carols filled the room. "He's probably getting goofy off the eggnog."

Placing the gifts under the brightly decorated tree in the living room, Dex turned to Angie. "I hope you don't mind, I've brought another guest along."

"Exactly who?" Angie asked. 

"'Ello, 'ello extended family!" a voice rang out. Everyone's heads turned in the direction of the newcomer. Angie smiled as she recognized the strapping young man now darkening her doorway. He was tall, about 6'3 with wild black curls strewn shaggily about his face. His bright blue eyes shone in the lights. He was wearing jeans and a black zip-up hoodie with the Nintendo logo on the front, his lean muscular frame leaning against the doorframe. 

Angie laughed. Derek Ryan was the spitting image of his older brother. "Hey Derek," she said, gathering him in a hug. 

"Hello gorgeous. I've come for you to corrupt me. Fancy a little cougar action?" 

Angie scoffed. "Cougar? Please. I'm only five years older than you. Besides, you wouldn't be able to keep up."

They both laughed. "Can't blame a guy for trying."

"I won't hold it against you," said Charlie. He was carrying out a tray with glasses of eggnog. "Eggnog, guys? Just a little heads-up, Angie's trying to get everyone sauced up."

They laughed as Charlie passed around the glasses. Dex took a generous swig. "Jesus Charlie, you weren't kidding."

*****************************

The party was in full swing. Apart from Dex, Derek, and Roxie, Carrie, Nina, and Jess were there, as well as Angie's partner Sean and some guys from the office. There were a couple of guys from Connor's firehouse that Angie knew. 

Connor. The party had been going on for at least an hour and a half and he still hadn't shown up. 

Thinking back, Angie realized she hadn't called to invite him. But Connor knew she always had her party every year the day before Christmas Eve. 

Angie hadn't seen Connor since that night of drunken confessions. She was busy, and to be honest it was a little awkward being around him. She just didn't know how to take things. But then again, it was Christmas and he was her best friend. She hoped he would show up. 

She was in the kitchen when Charlie entered. "I can't wait to give you your present tonight, sweetheart." He kissed her slowly. Angie sighed. This thing with Charlie, it was nice, and awkward. She found herself feeling guilty that she was spending so much time with him after what Connor told her. 

She reasoned that it was because she hadn't seen much of Connor for the past three weeks. Angie wasn't mad at Connor this time, because she knew how hectic the holidays could be for the FDNY. Hell, the precinct had its fair share of lunacy. She had to admit, she missed him. And she couldn't place it, but there was this other, deeper longing inside of her. 

"You okay Ange?" Charlie's grey eyes were filled with concern. She had been really distracted for the past couple weeks. He didn't want to pry, but he had a feeling that Connor was involved. 

"I'm fine Charlie," she said, flashing him a mega-watt smile. "I'm going to head back into the living room." He watched her walk away, her ample curves switching with each step. 

Charlie groaned. She was driving him crazy. He told her how he felt, and she didn't really say anything. Aside from hot make-out sessions and some heavy petting, things didn't go any further, although it wasn't for a lack of trying. He was determined to follow her unspoken rule of 'not right now'. But her cock-blocking was giving him flashbacks of high school days. 

Charlie knew something was up. She hadn't spoken to Connor in awhile, and from what he remembered they were kind of attached at the hip. 

He smirked. Gavin was always such a pussy, following after Angie making moon eyes. Charlie knew about Connor's crush. He suspected it since high school and he knew the guy was none too pleased about his return. 

Charlie gulped down more eggnog. Shaking it off, he grinned. He hoped Connor would show up tonight. He couldn't wait to show everyone what he had up his sleeve.

*****************************

Angie noticed something was up with her sister. She was positively glowing, stealing secret looks at Dex when she thought no one was looking. 

She was standing by the stereo watching the two of them interact. Roxie was sitting on Dex's jean-covered knee, talking with Nina and Carrie. Every now and then she would lean her head on Dex's shoulder as he stroked her back. They looked so cute and happy. 

"Damn, Ange you have got to hook me up with her," said Sean. She glanced up at her partner, who was standing next to her. He was thumbing through her CDs earlier. 

"Hook you up with whom?" her eyes followed his green-eyed gaze. "With Roxie? Dude, you're mad late."

Sean laughed, tossing back his red hair. "No, but thanks. I'm not talking about your sister."

"Who the hell are you talking about, Reilly?" 

"Her. She's hot as shit." He pointed. Angie followed his finger. 

Laughing, she turned to stare at the look on his face. "You mean Nina? I've known that girl since she was a little kid."

Sean smiled. "Good. Then you'll be able to talk up all my good points freely." Angie laughed. Sean continued to stare at Nina. With her cappuccino-colored complexion and dark auburn hair, people always thought she was the third Hartley sister. 

"I didn't think you dipped into the chocolate, Reilly."

Sean shoved her playfully. "Sean Reilly is a connoisseur of all women, jerk."

"Whatever. I'm not going to let you corrupt her. Nina's a good girl."

Sean smiled wickedly. "Those are the best kinds. I bet she's an absolute wildcat in bed."

"Oh eww I think I feel the eggnog coming back up."

"I'm just saying," he chuckled. 

"Alright, if I introduce you to her, will you stop your pervert talk?"

"In front of you? Yes, for now."

Angie walked towards Nina, shaking her head. "Hey Neens. You know my partner Sean, right?"

Nina sipped her eggnog. "Yeah, I think I met him earlier. Why?"

"Well the guy's practically pitching a tent in his pants for you."

Carrie and Jess snorted. "Angie!" Roxie exclaimed. "Dude, you are so shameless."

"Yeah I know. But what can I say?"

Nina grinned. "Tell Sean I said that's kind of hot." She winked at him. Getting up, she smoothed down her red sweater dress. "Matter fact, I'll tell him myself." She sauntered over to him. 

Dex laughed. "Speaking of shameless, where the hell is Connor? I figured he'd be here by now."

Angie shrugged her shoulders. "Dunno where he is. Do you guys want to start giving out the gifts now?"

Roxie looked up. "I thought we were going to do that on Christmas Day? It's two days away."

"I know. This is just a little preview."

"Well, in that case can I give my gift to you guys?" Carrie smirked. "What is it, a group gift? Way to go, cheap ass."

Jess giggled. "Roxie's never been known for her charitable spirit."

Roxie laughed. "Quiet you. No, seriously. I'm going to give you guys some news. Mom and Dad already know and they're thrilled."

Walking over to the tree, she reached down to grab a small, black box. Handing the box to Angie, she smiled. "Merry Christmas, Ange."

Angie lifted the lid from the box. Lifting the small object from the box, she looked at her sister quizzically. "Are you serious, kiddo?" 

Roxie smiled, her eyes glistening. "Yep. Congratulations, Aunt Angie." 

Angie placed the silver, engraved rattle back into the box and grabbed her sister in a tearful hug. "Oh my gosh! My little sister's going to have a baby!"

The room was filled with congratulations and hugs. No one noticed the door open and the man step inside until he cleared his throat.

"Seems like I'm a bit late," he said. 

Angie looked over, and couldn't help the smile that spread slowly across her face. "Took you long enough, Gavin."

Connor smiled. "Long day at work." He took off his coat. He was wearing a navy blue and grey ruby shirt, faded jeans, and black boots. "What's up, guys? Hey cuz," he indicated to Jess. 

Jess smiled. "Hey yourself, Vinny. Glad you finally decided to show."

"Me too. What's going on?"

Dex smiled. "It seems like I'm going to be a father."

Connor grinned. "Seriously? Foxy Roxie's going to have a baby?"

Roxie laughed. "Yeah, I am."

Connor gathered her into a hug, lifting her off the ground. "Congratulations babe. I'm so happy for you."

She kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, Conny." Leaning close, she whispered in his ear. "Go talk to her."

She smiled up at him before returning to the waiting lap of her husband. 

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Angie was cleaning up some of the party stuff. Carrie and Jess had to leave to go to another party. They took Derek with them, promising not to lose him. Sean and Nina were chatting on the sofa, and Dex, Roxie, and Charlie were playing the turntable and reminiscing. 

As she went to take a plate into the kitchen, she nearly collided with Connor. 

"Whoa," she said. "Sorry Conny."

"No problem." He side-stepped, leaning against the wall. Angie put the plates into the dishwasher. Connor watching her was making her nervous.

"Need any help?" he asked.

"No, I'm good." Standing straight, she cleared the dishes from the countertop and wrapped the extra food in Saran Wrap and Glad Tupperware. 

Looking up at him, she noticed his gaze. His blue eyes were darkened and intense. Extremely intense. His eyes roamed her body freely, undressing her with his stare. She shivered slightly. 

Connor grinned slyly. He was making her uncomfortable. And a little hot. 

"Uh, I have to...use the bathroom," She stammered. "Excuse me."

Connor watched her practically run from the kitchen. Smiling, he waited a beat before following her. 

Angie leaned against the porcelain sink, trying to still the beating of her heart. She was such a bitchass. It was Connor. Why was she so afraid of him? Because one look from him almost made your pussy cream Hartley, her brain taunted.

"Get it together girl," she whispered. 

She whipped around when the door opened. "Connor..."

Connor stepped into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. "Why are you avoiding me?"

"I—I'm not. I've just been busy, is all."

"Bullshit, Angie. You haven't been busy for three weeks. Is it because of what I said that night?

"Could be. You dropped a bomb on me, Connor."

"I know," he said, moving closer to her. "But I meant every damn word." He reached out to stroke her hair. "I want you, Ange. I want this." He moved his hand slowly down her body, resting his fingers in the middle of her thighs.

Angie felt her breath catch in her throat. His touch was making butterflies shoot all over her body. "Connor, we..."

"Have you fucked him yet?" He asked softly. 

"What?" Angie was taken aback by his blunt tone. 

"You heard me. Have you let Mr. Detective fuck you?"

"Dammit Connor, I don't see how that's any of your business."

He chuckled softly. "I'll take that as a no."

Angie snapped to attention. "Okay, maybe you're drunk again so this conversation is going to have to wait." She tried to edge past him, but he held her steady against the bathroom counter. 

"What's the rush, hellcat? Everyone else is gone. It's just me and you." His fingers began to stroke the inside of her thigh. 

Angie's legs automatically started to open slightly wider to allow him better access. 

"That's right, babe." Leaning he whispered softly in her ear. "I knew you wouldn't be able to fuck him. You know why? Because you want me, always have. I know you imagined it at least once. You'd love to experience firsthand how I'd make girls scream. Believe me, baby. You'd definitely scream."

His hands on her thighs coupled with the naughty words he whispered in her ear was making Angie soak her panties. 




Everything You Want Ch. 04



"Connor, we can't do this. Things will change."

He gazed into her eyes as he lifted her up easily, placing her on the small bathroom countertop. "Hell, things have already been changing," he said. "You mean to tell me you can't feel it?"

Angie stared at him. She felt it. Any fool with a pulse could have. But admitting it would mean that she had been denying her heart of its other half all these years. To admit it would be she would also have to face the depressing fact that she alone was the cause for her unhappiness 

Connor could see the internal struggle on her face. His thumb brushed away an errant tear that streamed down her brown cheeks. 

"Listen Angie," he said, drawing himself closer to her. "Forget about that for now. I came in here because I wanted to show you how I am going to fight for you. This is just a preview. I'm going to do things to you that will make you forget about him. I'll make you see that I'm the only man you will ever need in your life. Will you let me?"

Angie gazed into his dark blue eyes. Biting her lip, she nodded her head slowly. Connor leaned in, his lips drawing closer to hers. Pushing his head down, she brought her lips to meet his. Connor growled, his tongue exploring her mouth. 

She tasted like brandy, pine, and possibilities. He recognized the same hunger in her. She was yearning for him, he could tell. 

Her hands fanned out all over his back, while his fingers roamed her body. His thumb grazed lightly over her nipple and she moaned into his mouth. 

Pulling away, he kissed her neck, sucking on a particularly tender spot and had her legs quivering their response. 

"I wanna feel how wet that pussy is," his whispered. 

With his other free hand he pushed her thighs apart. He reached up quickly, pushing the lace hipster underwear aside. Connor moaned aloud when he found her wet cove. She was completely shaven, the skin utterly smooth. He began to stroke outside, making her sigh. 

"You have no idea how many nights I've dreamt about this pussy," he said hoarsely. 

Angie wiggled on the counter, and when he slid a finger into her warm wetness, she bit down hard on her lip to suppress the moan about to spring forth. "Oh god, Connor" she breathed softly.

"You like that, babe?" he whispered, moving his finger in and out. He grinned as he curved his finger inside of her, making her hips buck. Angie wrapped a leg around his waist and flung her arms around his shoulder. 

Connor grinned. The look of pleasure on her face was enough to make his painfully hard dick explode, but he tried to push that from his mind. Right now was about her. He had to show her why he was the man, and after tonight her choice was quite clear. "I'm going to make you cum, hellcat," he whispered in her ear. Slipping another finger inside of her, he smiled at the stifled moan she made. 

"Yes, Connor" she whispered. 

"Yes what?" 

Angie felt her eyes flutter. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't gotten any in a long ass time, or maybe it was the fact that she actually cared for him, but she was willing to give him everything just as long as he continued to touch her. "Make me cum," she whispered. 

He continued to stroke inside of her, his fingers moving rapidly. Her breathing was getting shallow now. Her pussy was tightening around his fingers. She was so close to the edge. 

"When you cum hellcat, think about all the things I plan to do to you later. I'll fuck you so hard you'll forget about Charlie. Damn him, this pussy is mine. It always has been; I've just never been man enough to step up and claim it. But now I am."

His dirty words and sweet confessions spurred her on. She began to move her hips, trying to meet his curled fingers. Kissing her, he moved her hand from his shoulder to cup his erection. The contact made his skin sizzle. 

"Feel how hard he is for you, Angie. You want that cock, don't you? He wants you. He's been waiting for that pretty pussy for eight years now. When are you going to give him want he wants, baby?"

"Oh god," she moaned. "Connor, I'm going to cum!"

He pressed his mouth hard against hers, her scream becoming his own. Her legs continued to quake as he stroked in and out of her. He peppered her mouth with sweet kisses, holding her tightly as her orgasm subsided. 

When she looked up at him, he saw the pleasure in her eyes. There was also confusion, and surprisingly a little guilt. 

Stroking her hair, he kissed her gently on the forehead. "Don't be ashamed hellcat," he said quietly. "We're both adults. It's okay; you wanted it and wanted it. Matter of fact, I want a little more," he grinned, indicating his erection.

Angie smiled. He was right. She wanted it too. "Conny, where the hell do we go from here?"

"Well, first things first how about we clear people out of here so I can totally take you on every surface?"

They laughed easily. 

Connor sighed. He found what his heart was looking for.

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When they returned from the bathroom, Dex, Roxie, and Charlie were the only ones there. 

"Where did Sean and Nina go?" Angie asked. 

"I think Sean's about to get some holiday lovin'," said Roxie. "Where were you?"

"Oh, I was..." Angie stammered. Shit, she didn't think of a good excuse.

"She was in her room forcing to me help her put away the Christmas china," said Connor. "Wrangling me into menial labor on the way to the john. Speaking of, I need to head back there. Don't get into too much fun without me." He winked at Angie, subtly passing his fingers across his nose, inhaling her scent. 

Angie felt her pussy spasm. She coughed softly. Roxie cast her sister a knowing glance and smiled. 

Charlie had been staring at the exchange intensely. He wasn't sure what exactly went on, but something had happened. "Well, I think this is a good time as any to give you your gift, Angie."

Sitting her down, he sat on the coffee table in front of her. "Like I told you before, Angie I love you. I came back to give us another chance. We were so good together, so happy. I would like for us to get that feeling back again."

Angie could feel her stomach tightening. Oh no, she thought. Not this.

Charlie smiled. "What do you say, Hartley? You want to give us another try?" He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small black box. Opening it, he revealed a medium sized diamond set in a platinum band. 

Angie was speechless. "Uh, Charlie...I don't know what to say."

"Just say yes, sweetheart. Say yes and we can begin to get back what we lost."

Angie glanced up at her sister. She was watching the scene intently, her eyes darting from Angie to Charlie. Dex looked just as pensive. 

"What's going on?" Everyone looked up to see Connor standing in the entranceway. 

Charlie stood up. "I've just asked Angela to marry me."

Connor folded his arms, the cords of his muscles clenching menacingly. "Really now?" 

"Yeah, I did."

"Well, what did you say?"

"Before you interrupted?" Charlie glared at him. 

It was like watching a tense tennis match. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize I wasn't wanted." Connor turned to Angie. "What's going on, Angela?" 

Angie looked at him. The look in his eyes was unreadable. "Charlie asked me to marry him. But..."

"Oh, I see how it is," he stated. His mouth was set in a grim line. "I think I'm going to leave now." He walked to the coat rack, snatching up his coat. 

"Yeah, why don't you" said Charlie. 

Connor whipped around. "You know what? Fuck you, Mercado. I am so sick of your shit."

Charlie gave him a small smile. "I can't help how you feel, Gavin."

Connor started to march toward him, when Angie stepped in front. "Back down, Gavin. Now is not the time."

Connor stared at her, incredulous. "What the hell are you talking about Ange? After everything that happened..."

"...I said back the hell down. Give me a minute." Her teeth gritted in frustration. 

Dex cleared his throat. "Uh we should go, Rox." He gathered their coats, practically shoving is wife out the door. "We're staying at Roxie's old apartment if you need anything," he said, shutting the door behind them. They could hear Roxie's angry whispers chiding her husband on the other side. 

"Nice one Gavin," said Charlie. He was standing on the opposite side of the coffee table, his hands in his pockets. 

"What the fuck is your problem, Mercado?"

"No problem now, since I've got my Angie back."

Connor started for him. "Jesus, Connor I said back the hell down." Angie grabbed his arm. 

"Goddammit Ange! I can't take this anymore. The guy is a piece of shit! He left you in high school and now he's coming back like everything is copasetic. It's fucking ridiculous."

"Gavin, why do you care?" Charlie sneered. 

"Why do I care?" Connor gritted his teeth. "You know what, Mercado you were always a fucking idiot. You never saw what you had in front of you, never saw her. All you could see was a piece of ass, a trophy you could show off." 

He pointed to Angie. "This woman is perfect. She is a dream. She's been my fantasy for years."

Charlie scoffed. "Nice Gavin, but you forget. I've already had her. Before you. And it was good." He sneered at Connor. 

Connor did push him that time, backing him into the sofa. "Damn it all!" exclaimed Angie. "Connor, I said back off. Charlie, we need to talk now." She indicated the bedroom. 

Once in the room, she smacked him hard in the chest. "Ow, what the hell?"

"I should be asking you the same question. You want to tell me what's up with that macho pissing contest out there?"

"Listen Ange," Charlie said. "I am so sick of that guy. He acts like he's the only one that cares about you."

"Charlie, I asked you before why you came back..."

"...and like I said, I love you and want to be with you."

"Why? Lately it seems like all you want to do is piss off Gavin and this is the best way to do it."

"Oh come on, Angela."

"No really, I am just some game to you? You can't just come back here and uproot my life because you want to relive something we had back in the day. We were young, man. We're not anymore. It's time to move on."

"So does that mean you're moving on with Gavin?" he snorted. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" she asked. 

"Now who's playing games, Ange? Putting away Christmas china? That schmuck couldn't wait to get his hands on you. And you liked it."

"Seriously I don't see how that's any of your business."

"You know, I'm not an idiot Angela. I could see what's going on in front of me."

"What..."

"I tried to push it from my mind. But it's been bothering me since high school. I've known how he's felt about you since back then. I used to take pleasure in showing you off in front of him because I was a cocky ass in high school and I had the best looking girl on my arm. You seemed happy, and I believed you were. But then there'd be times when you'd give him this look, and I would wish like hell that you'd look at me that way."

"Charlie, I..."

"You wanted me, I know. But him, it was like you needed him. The way you guys looked at each other, interacted with each other. I was jealous. I wanted you to need me the way you needed him."

"It wasn't like that, Charlie" she said. "Connor and I had history. We went through so much together it was impossible for me not to need him."

"Yeah, I know. But that didn't stop me from hurting every time you ran to him with every little problem. We were dating, and it felt like I was the other man. I know you loved me, but somehow it just didn't seem that way."

"God, Charlie I'm so sorry." She allowed him to gather her in his arms. "I'm so sorry for hurting you."

"It's okay Angie," he said softly, stroking her hair. "How could you have known? I guess that's why I went away. When you called me to help out with Roxie, I thought it was because you finally realized that you needed me. I came back, hoping to find my old Angie. But you changed. You love him, don't you?"

Angie was silent. "I...yes."

Charlie smiled. "Then you need to tell him that."

She hugged him tightly. "Charlie Mercado, you're too good for me."

"Not a chance, Ange. You just weren't for me." He sighed, his eyes slightly teary. "I'd better go. My leave is almost over, so I'm going to spend my holiday with my grandmother and family. Merry Christmas Angie. I hope you get everything you deserve."

He left the room. Angie waited until she heard the front door close. Walking down the hallway, she entered the living room. 

"Connor?" she called, glancing around. She walked into the kitchen but he wasn't there.

Grabbing the phone, she dialed his cell. It rang four times before she heard him answer. 

"Hello," he asked gruffly. 

"Conny? Where are you?"

"I thought you'd be banging Ricky Martinelli by now."

"Conny please, come back."

"Why?"

"Because we have to talk."

She heard him sigh. "I'm done with words, Ange. I'm just tired of it all."

"Me too, Conny. I want all this to be over. I'm tired of being sad and lonely."

There was a pause. "What are you saying Ange?"

"I'm saying I want to you come back here. I need you, Connor. I want this."

Angie turned as she heard footsteps behind her. Connor emerged from the bathroom, his cell phone up to his ear. 

"In that case, we should talk."

He snapped his phone shut.



Everything You Want Ch. 05



Author's Note: Sorry for the time mix-up. The story does take place in December. This is the last chapter in Connor and Angie's story. Thank you for reading it. I'm so glad you guys enjoyed it. Have a Happy Holiday and look out for a brand new story coming next year. ~n4m

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Connor stepped closer to her. "Are you sure you want this?"

She sighed. "I am. I am so tired of running from everything."

He drew her closer to him. "Aww, that's so romantic."

Angie laughed. "I feel like in the process of things I just keep hurting everyone. I hurt both of us by not admitting my feelings earlier. And for that I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize, Ange. You're hard-headed as hell. That's what I love about you." He brushed an errant tear from her cheeks. "Please don't cry, my love."

She looked up at him. He could see the vulnerability in her eyes, her unwillingness to let it, let the bullshit pretenses go. 

"Am I really?" she asked softly. 

"What?"

"Am I your love?"

Connor smiled. He kissed her lips softly, taking the sigh that escaped from her mouth into his. "Yes, you are my love. You are that and so much more. You will call me on my bullshit; the one girl who will stay up late with me and watch ridiculous movies; the one who picks me up when I'm too drunk to carry my Irish ass to bed; the one girl who knows all the dumb shit about me and still wants to be around me. You're the woman I want to make love to every day, five times a day for the rest of my life. A Chuisle Mo Chroí. You are the pulse of my heart. I love you, Angela Hartley."

She was crying outright now as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "My Angie," he whispered, inhaling the scent of her hair. "My beautiful Angie."

Angie snuggled into his chest, inhaling his masculine scent. "Wow, how long have you been holding that in?"

Connor snorted. "Damn near eight years."

"Pussy." They laughed. 

Angie glanced up at him. Suddenly it all seemed so clear. She was supposed to be with him all along. He was the other half, the missing piece of her heart. His words were so beautiful. She didn't know if she'd be able to express herself like he did. She figured she'd do better.

Grabbing the front of his shirt, she pulled him down to her, covering his lips with hers. Angie moaned, wrapping her fingers in his reddish-brown curls, pulling him further into her. She needed to devour every inch of him. 

"God," she gasped, pulling away from him. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

Connor grinned. "I can only imagine."

She smiled up at him. "I love you, Connor Gavin. I suppose I always have."

Taking his hand, she led him down the hallway to her bedroom. 

"You've been such a patient boy," she said, smiling. "It's time for your reward."

Lifting his shift off, she kissed his warm, bare chest. Connor groaned from the contact. Angie undid his belt buckle and slid his zipper down slowly. 

Reaching inside, she cupped his erection and smiled at his sharp intake of breath. "You know I was always a little curious about you ever since that time I spent the night in high school and I saw you naked. I was impressed back then."

Connor groaned. "Yeah, well he's definitely improved with age, Peeping Tom."

Angie slowly dropped to her knees, kissing a fire line down to his groin. Sliding his pants down, she freed his cock. It was perfect, smooth and thick with a pinkish-red head. She kissed the weeping tip, swirling her tongue around before taking his size completely into her mouth. 

"Oh god," Connor moaned, twisting his hands through her brown hair. 

Angie gently cupped his balls, humming softly as she bobbed up and down on his shaft. Connor breathed heavily. Pushing her away gently, she helped her to her feet and kissed her hard. He grinned at the slightly bewildered look on her face. "I want to cum inside you, babe."

He sat own on the bed. Glancing up at her, he chuckled. "Undress for me, hellcat."

Angie smiled shyly. She felt like it was her time, she was so nervous. She removed her sweater, lifting it over her head. Stepping out of her denim skirt, she was left in her dark purple bra and matching hipster underwear. Angie bit her bottom lip, sucking the fleshy bit into her mouth. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life, even when she was wearing a bathing suit. 

This was more than just swimming with Connor at the beach. She was about to share something incredibly special with her best friend. Angie smiled shyly at him. Walking over, she kissed him on the lips. 

"It's okay baby," he whispered. "Everything's going to be okay."

Stepping back, Angie unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to bounce free. Connor let out a small gasp. He always fantasized about her, but the real thing was more beautiful than any dream. They were large, more than a handful and capped with dark chocolate nipples. Her brown skin glowed in the dim lighting of the bedroom. 

He smiled when he saw the silver barbells in each nipple. They both had black tops and painted skull and crossbones. 

"When did you get those done?"

She smiled mysteriously. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Mr. Gavin."

Angie turned, a slow sexy smile on her face. She hooked her thumbs on the sides of her panties as she bent down slowly. Sliding down her panties, she grinned as she heard Connor growl. 

Connor felt his head spin. She was gorgeous, the warm mahogany of her outside giving way to the deep crimsons and burgundies of her inner womanhood. "God, Angie" he said as she kicked out of her panties and turned to stare at him. "You are more beautiful than I could have ever imagined."

He held out his hand for her, pulling her close to him. His mouth covered hers, his desire to be in every part of her driving him to near-manic proportions. "Let me taste you, baby" he said hoarsely. She reached down to take off her boots, but he stopped her. "Leave them on," he said, grinning wickedly. 

She smirked. "You are such a pervert, Gavin."

"Oh, babe you have no idea" he said, closing his eye in an exaggerated wink. He laid her down on the bed, admiring the way the deep purple of the sheets highlighted the golden tones of her skin. He kissed her, grazing her nipple with his thumb. His lips moved down to her neck, sucking softly and making her sigh. 

An evil thought crossed his mind. Connor sucked harder, leaving a deep red spot on her neck. Angie grinned. "You are an asshole."

Connor laughed, moving farther down her body. He licked her right nipple, hardening the brown bud. When he bit down softly, he felt her shudder in response. "Connor you're killing me."

"Be patient babe," he said, kissing her navel. Slipping her left leg on his shoulder, kissed the inside of her thigh. 

He lowered his head to inhale her, the scent tingling his nostrils and making him feel light. His tongue grazed her smooth outer lips as she moaned aloud. Grinning, he parted her slick folds with his thumb and forefinger, stopping briefly to admire her. Lightly, he flicked her clit with his tongue, making the little bud vibrate. 

When he slipped his finger inside, her hips bucked. "Connor," she pleaded.

"Tell me what you want hellcat," he said, circling his thumb around her clit. 

"I want you inside me," she moaned. "Now."

Connor lifted his head from between her legs. Wordlessly, slid back up her body, positioning the head of his cock right at her opening. 

"You want this?" he asked, rubbing his shaft against her soaking slit.

Angie moaned and grinded her pelvis against his. "Yes, please."

Kissing her lips, he slid a little inside her and pulled back out. Angie bit her lip in frustration. "You're really going to drag this out, aren't you?"

Connor smiled down at her. "Hey, you made me wait eight years."

"Oh, Gavin you are so going to pay."

Connor plunged into her in one solid thrust, making them both moan loudly. "Promise?" he grunted 

Being inside her was indescribable. Connor felt as if her pussy was made for him. He thrust in and out, grinding his hips into hers and making wide circles. He was moving at a slower pace, determined to last. He wanted her to cum first, to enjoy this experience. 

He watched as her large breasts bounced with every thrust. She was moaning loudly now, her arms stretched above her head, grabbing hold of the headboard. 

"You like this cock, hellcat?" he groaned.

Her response was to left her hips higher to meet his thrusts. Connor pulled out of her completely, rubbed her slit up and down with his hand, and rammed his cock into her again. 

He grinned like a kid in a candy store when she screamed and wrapped her legs around his waist. "I take it you liked that?" he said wickedly. 

"Yes. Oh god, yes," she chanted. She hissed loudly when he took her nipple into his mouth and nipped it hard. 

"Who made you scream," he whispered in her ear. 

She just whimpered. Connor pulled out and thrust hard back into her, emitting another small scream from her mouth. Her hands grabbed at his back, her nails digging into his skin. 

"I said, who made you scream" he asked again. He knew that there were going to be marks in the morning, he didn't give a damn. 

"You, baby" she moaned. "Oh, Connor I'm going to cum!"

Connor groaned as she tightened around him. Her eyes stayed opened as she bit her lip, trying to stifle her pleasure. 

He moved faster now, like a piston moving in and out of her. He brushed her lip out of her mouth. "Let it out, hellcat. Let me hear you sing."

Angie felt herself hit the edge and tumble over as the release came over her. She let out a long wail as she shuddered from the orgasm's intensity. Connor held onto her as her body rocked out one wave after another. It had been so long since she felt a man's touch and the right man was doing the right things to her body. 

Before she had time to catch her breath, Connor slid out of her wetness. Turning her over, he spanked her ass, making her moan and wiggle it. 

He slid in from the back, his dick missing her warmth. Connor felt as if he could stay inside her for the rest of his life. 

Angie shuddered, enjoying the feel of his cock pulsating inside her. He was long and thick. 

Connor leaned down to plant kisses on her back. "I know I was gentle before, but now I'm going to fuck you," he said, stroking in and out of her. "If you thought last time was good, you ain't seen nothing yet, hellcat."

Angie raised her ass, allowing him to go deeper. "Spank me, please."

Connor brought his hand down several times, giving her sharp stinging slaps that made her whimper with pleasure.

He raised her up, turning her face to his. "You're so kinky, hellcat," he said, strumming her clit. "It's turning me on."

Angie grinned and reached her hand around them and slapped his ass, making him moan. "Baby, you have no idea."

Angie fell back to the bed, resting on her elbows. She began to meet his thrusts, pushing back. Connor groaned. "Dance for me hellcat. Dance on that cock."

She rotated her hips wildly, making her breasts sway. Connor grabbed hold of them, flicking the bars and whispering dirty things in her ear. 

"You gonna cum for me again, baby?" he asked, quickening his strokes. 

"Mmm yes, fuck me harder."

"You like the way I fuck you, Angie?" he groaned. 

His hand traveled to her pussy, pinching her clit and making her squeal. "Oh, Conny, I'm going to cum again," she moaned. Turning to look at him, she flashed him a grin. "You with me baby?"

"Always, hellcat." He gave one final thrust that pushed them both over the edge. It was as if eight years of longing was released in that one magnificent moment. Connor felt his toes curl and his eyes roll back into his head as her pussy tightened almost painfully around his cock. She continued to dance on his cock as his heartbeat slowed down. 

Rolling over, he brought her with him, laying her on his chest. 

"Wow," she breathed. "Just...wow."

He kissed her slick forehead. "My sentiments exactly."

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Connor smiled in his sleep. He just had the most amazing dream. Angie had told him that she loved him and they made hard love on her bed. 

"What are you smiling at, lover?" 

He opened his eyes. She was straddling him, her breasts bouncing lightly. His cock was pulsing inside of her as she rode him softly. 

"I was just dreaming," he said smiling. He grabbed her ass and rocked her towards him.

"Mmm, any good?" she asked, leaning back on her arms. She used one hand to cup his balls. 

"This is better," he groaned. "Much better."

She grinded her hips, moving to some unknown rhythm. 

Connor clasped his hands behind his head, watching her work. She was so beautiful. Her messy brown hair was like a halo in the sunlight framing her cocoa-colored face. She was perfection personified, and she was his. His heart. 

Angie cupped her breasts, flicking the barbells and making herself whimper. She started to move faster, her hips gyrating quickly. Connor grabbed handfuls of her ass. "Come on hellcat," he moaned. "Cum for me."

She leaned forward, sucking his earlobe into her mouth. "You first, baby," she whispered. Her pussy muscles tightened around his cock. He moaned loudly, digging his fingers deeply into her ass cheeks. 

They both came, Angie shuddering violently and Connor growling her name. 

She laid down on his chest, licking his nipple. She lifted her head, grinning at him. "Now who made who scream, cowboy?"

Connor tousled her hair. "Yeah, whatever. You're awesome. We both know that."

She kissed him. "Merry Christmas, Conny."

He laughed. "Christmas is tomorrow, baby."

"I know," she said, wiggling on his softening cock. "I just wanted to give you your present early."

"Well, I didn't like it. Can I send it back?" 

He ducked as she slapped him upside the head. "Shut up, dummy."

"Truce! I'm just kidding," he said, laughing. He flipped over to his side, gathering her in his arms. Looking into her eyes, he felt at peace. "I love you."

Stroking the side of his face, she smiled. "I love you too, Connor Gavin."

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They stayed in bed the entire day, making love in every part of the apartment. After the fourth phone call from Roxie, they emerged Christmas afternoon to spend the holiday with family. 

"Well, nice to see you two showed up," Roxie smiled knowingly as they both entered the elder Hartley's house. 

Angie winked. "Sorry, Rox" she kissed her sister. "We were a little pre-occupied."

Connor didn't think it was possible to be any happier. He was surrounded by his family and friends, and the woman that he loved more than life. 

After all the Christmas presents were handed out, Connor stood up. "Everyone, I have an announcement to make."

"You're coming out of the closet?" Derek quipped loudly. Everyone chuckled. 

"That's no surprise," Jess snickered.

"Quiet you," he shot back. "No, this is much juicier than my sexuality. I just want you guys to know that I am in love."

"No shit," Carrie snorted. There were more titters of laughter. 

"Okay, can I finish or not?"

"Quiet, you gits," Dex said smiling. "Let the man finish."

"Thank you, Dex. As I was saying: I am in love. With this woman right here." He pointed to Angie, who was trying hard to look oblivious. 

"Um, Connor we kind of all knew that," Roxie said. 

"Yeah, just kiss her and shut up." Everyone was surprised to hear that come from Nina Hartley. Mrs. Hartley never said a harsh word to anyone. She smiled at the incredulous look her daughters shot her. "What," she said innocently. "I'm just saying what everyone is thinking."

Connor laughed, grabbing her in a hug. "Nice, Mrs. H."

Turning back to Angie, he grinned. "I have a present for you, hellcat." He handed her a small flat box. When she opened it, she gasped. "Oh Connor, it's beautiful." She pulled out a small silver bracelet. On the wide silver front their initials were carved, as well as 'Pulse of My Heart."

She smiled at the smirk on his face. "How long have you been planning this?"

"Eight years, kid." 

She grabbed him in a hug. "I love you. I'll never get tired of saying that."

"I love you too." 

He handed her the box again. 

"Look, there's more in there."

Angie pulled out several gift cards, one to Home Depot, Bed Bath and Beyond, and other various stores. "What the hell," she asked.

She looked at Connor, who appeared to be trying to hold in his laughter. "Well, everyone chipped in and decided it was high time you decorated your apartment."

Connor's parents and everyone else burst into laughter. 

Angie turned and smiled. "You mean our apartment."

Connor smirked. "And who said we were living together?"

"Shut up. I did. And there's no arguing about that."

Connor's father, James laughed. "I've always said she was a fiery one. You've got your hands full with her, my boy."

"Oh, I hope so."

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They returned to Connor's apartment after spending the evening with their friends and family in Jersey. Connor had barely waited for her to take off her coat before he had her against the wall. Angie smiled as she remembered her orgasm. It was hard and fast, catching her totally off-guard. She loved the way Connor made her feel. It was dirty and sexy at the same time. He cherished her body and she adored his in the same way.

They were lying on the kitchen table, never making it to the bedroom. "Baby, reach into my pocket," he said, trying to catch his breath. 

Angie sat up and rifled through his pants which were still around his ankles. Inside, there was a small black velvet box. Connor smiled when she opened the box and saw her face. Angie pulled out the modest platinum ring with the solitary large diamond.

"You like it?"

"It's beautiful," she said, slipping the ring easily onto her finger. 

"That's cool. My other girlfriend will really appreciate it."

"Boy, I'm going to hit you."

"Oh please do," he said, sitting up next to her. 

She smiled. "Do you think we're ready?"

Connor stared at her. "Woman, I have been waiting eight damn years. I'm not waiting any longer. You're mine."

"Oh, listen to that caveman talk."

He grabbed her, settling her onto his lap. "You like it."

Angie giggled. "I do. I'm going to be honest though, I was actually hoping for a new pair of barbells. Or maybe some diamond studded leather wrists cuffs."

Connor winked. "Mmm, those are waiting in the bedroom. I've got so much in store for you, girl."

Angie hopped off the table. Stripping down, she turned back to him. "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go Gavin." She switched down the hallway, her ass swinging.

Connor shook his head, admiring her curves and thanking the powers that be for sending her to him. "Awesome," he whispered. Getting down from the table, he stepped out of his pants and removed his shirt. "Hey, Angie," he called, running down the hallway. "I get the cuffs first!"

The End.