Not for you (FIN)

>Facts & Trivia:

Just to give you some eye candy and a bit of music for this chapter....:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ipZDG6__Zfc

Choreography with friendly inspiration from World of Warcraft:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_oKaCL-OA8

Enjoy!

(Gods, I laughed so much while writing this, with that song playing in the background and that damn WoW video on my mind... Hope I can make you laugh, too - I mean - just close your eyes and imagine... and... for you Riddick fans out there... think of the possibilities of assembling a Riddick-like character in Necro armor in WoW and let him perform that dance... aaahahahahaha! I really wanted to write that chapter in a serious way, but I just couldn't. Those two needed a good laugh so badly...)




I heard him say something to the others who were inside while he was standing in the doorframe. I wasn't able to understand what he really said, but somehow it sounded like a threatening against anyone who would leave the house in the next half hour or even get close to the windows during that time and Vince was commanded to take care of that.

By that time I had already arrived at my trailer and was leaning to the door. Dom came sprinting towards me, just about to stuff something into the back of his trousers; and Vince stood grinning in the doorframe. "You don't really want to do that, right?" He shouted after Dom.

"Yes I do, Vince." Dom laughed, not looking back. "That's why I don't want you anywhere near the windows either. Or the door, that is. Not to speak of the trailer, in case you thought I wouldn't rule that out."

Vince shook his head, still grinning, and closed the door from the inside.

Dom stood before me, a bit breathless from his run. "You ready for this?" He asked.

"Depends. Have no idea what I should be ready for."

"I'll show you."

He lead me to the back window of the trailer, the one that was facing away from the house.

"Okay, that's not perfect because it should be dark outside and light inside. However, for demonstration purposes... it should work, I guess."

"I don't want a demonstration, I want an explanation." I said.

"Well, that's the same in this case. Just do me a favor: If you hate the explanation, knock on the window, beat me down or do whatever you want as long as you give me a short notice. Just let me know that you understood what I'm trying to demonstrate because this time I will be in that trailer and for a proper demonstration I have to close my eyes in there."

"HAH?"

"You just stand here... look inside... see what happens. Will only take five minutes or so. Promise not to run away until I'm finished; you don't need to look if you don't want to, but just don't run again; alright?"

"Well, I guess those few minutes I still have. Besides, when I have the chance to be driven in a car, I usually don't run." I replied.

"Good. I'm really trying to make this... entertaining for you, so don't blame me. As I said before, you might not love me for this, but you asked for a good explanation for the smell, right?

"Right."

"Well, that explanation I have." He said, got in and closed the trailer's door behind him.

What the hell is he doing now, I thought. I was leaning to the window, shielding my eyes so that I could properly look in.

I saw Dom tossing the dome frame which was still leaning to the kitchen onto the bed, right over the dome and rolled my eyes. Damn, that thing would need repair... and soon.

He went to the front of the trailer and started to do something with my sound system; in the process pulling a CD from the back of his trousers. Ah, that was what he had stuffed in there. But what the hell...?

I knew the song the moment the first three words of the lyrics came from the speakers. And I couldn't help but laugh so hard that I had to stop looking through the window for a moment.

I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love

Love's going to leave me


What the hell? I thought, still laughing, desperately trying to catch my breath. The music even out here was so loud that it almost hurt in my ears; and obviously it was loud enough so that it could also be heard in the house because I heard laughter in there, too, the moment the first lines of the lyrics were finished.

But what was Dom trying to demonstrate here, for heaven's sake?

I looked through the window again.

I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt

So sexy it hurts


...NO! I couldn't help but laugh so hard until I had tears in my eyes. Dom was dancing in there - but most of all - he was stripping!

Starting with the shirt, which, after he had peeled himself from it, was held in his hand. My eyes grew bigger - he was swinging that thing like a fucking handbag!

Hahahaha....! I could barely hold on to the window to shield the reflections away.

Good lord, I thought, what the hell have I done to deserve this.

And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan

New York and Japan


Now he was pulling the belt out of his trousers. I had to stop watching to wipe the tears of laughter from my eyes.

I guess that was the moment it dawned me what exactly he was trying to demonstrate here.

Dancing. Stripping. Trailer. That evening. Not having sex with someone you didn't look at.

Oh fuck, I thought - not really, right? He didn't. He so didn't...

And I'm too sexy for your party

Too sexy for your party

No way I'm disco dancing


He did. The way his hands were sliding over his torso told me he did.

For a moment I stopped laughing and found myself wondering if I should, or could, rather, be angry with him. Then I snorted and kept looking through the window.

I'm a model you know what I mean

And I do my little turn on the catwalk

Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah

I do my little turn on the catwalk


Little turns? Yes, but not on the catwalk but in front of my kitchen. I found myself marveling at those back muscles again, still giggling about the situation.

I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car

Too sexy by far


Well, perhaps for the SUV, I thought.... How the hell could it be legal for anyone to look like this? To be able to move like this? To keep parts of the body moving - again, those back muscles - of which I before hadn't even been aware that they existed?

Fuck you, Dom, I thought; I should beat the crap out of you but instead I find myself drooling over your body. That's not right, it's... just... plainly... wrong.

And I'm too sexy for my hat

Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that


The lack of a hat was compensated with one of the cooking pots from my kitchen, which, after serving its purpose, was tossed to the bed. I felt that I was close to breaking down because I laughed so hard.

I'm a model you know what I mean

And I do my little turn on the catwalk

Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah

I shake my little touche on the catwalk


Now - what would you do to a man who obviously spied yon you in your trailer while you were undressing but then tried to make up for it with a funny striptease? I was thinking about jumping into his face after this dance would end, but at the same time I was also thinking about just plainly throwing that damn Plexiglas dome out to make room in the bed and tie him to it.

Shit, he was taking off his pants, desperately trying not to stumble while doing so with his eyes still closed.

I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my


Oh, come on, Dom, I thought. Stop pulling those shorts up and down, give me more...

'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean

And I do my little turn on the catwalk


...uhm, okay, but if you turn around now I'm going to faint.


Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah

I shake my little touche on the catwalk


Oh shit, he turned around and instead of the nude back - which I considered myself to be used to by now - I saw Dom's nude front.

And that 'touche' wasn't anything 'little' - not that I didn't know that before from the night we had spent together - but definitely it was shaken by its owner, yes. Again I had to laugh so hard that I couldn't look for a moment - let's face it, men shaking their private parts while dancing are just plain hilarious... Fuck, now I even had a nickname for his dick...

I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat

Poor pussy poor pussy cat


...I'm so freaking glad I don't have a cat in that trailer, I thought. I wouldn't even want to start to imagine what he would have done to it in order to get his 'performance' right... hahaha....

I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love

Love's going to leave me


I found myself wondering again how to react to that show of his. I was amused, highly amused. Then again my stubborn mind told me that I should be angry. And another part of me simply wanted to bed this guy - right now, in place...

And I'm too sexy for this song


...and another part of me wanted to get my feet in motion.

Just that I had promised not to run. And my knee was hurting; I had almost forgotten that while staring at him. Damn.

And double damn because right now I found myself still staring at one very naked Dom who was theatrically posing before my kitchen counter, just about to carefully open one of his tightly shut squeezed eyes, lurking at the window.

Shit. Time to get in there and get some things straight, I though.

I shook my head, still grinning but at the same time trying to force my face to become stern, which I didn't quite manage. Try to look absolutely unimpressed, I thought. Test his limits. Of course you have so no idea what he was trying to demonstrate. He'll have to tell you...

I opened the door and leaned to the door frame, arms crossed before my chest, trying to make a serious face. He was by now leaning to the kitchen counter, his back facing me. He slowly turned his head around and looked at me with a sheepish grin. And damn, was that guy still naked! Unimpressed, I told myself. You're so unimpressed.

"What was this about?" I asked.

"Well, I... sort of... stripped."

"Oh, I've seen that. Very funny, by the way. Why did you do that?"

"To demonstrate something."

"Ah, and what would that be? That it's too fucking hot in this trailer? Can't say that now that I have a giant hole in the ceiling." I said, got in and closed the door behind me. Gods, I'm so unimpressed if you work those back muscles and you fucking know it, I thought. I sat down on the computer chair, rolled it over to the sound system and turned it off.

"No, damn it. You never dance in this trailer, right?"

"Occasionally I do, yes. So what?" I smirked at my sound system and hoped he wouldn't notice.

I heard him approach and didn't really want to turn around to face that sight. Damn, I shouldn't have sat down... Two hands were placed on my shoulders; he continued to speak with a soft voice.

"I know. I watched you."

"You... what?" I tried to sound surprised.

"That evening at Racewars. Heard the music from your trailer, wanted to see if you had a visitor or something. Had to look in, then couldn't look away when I saw you."

Shit, his breath was close to my ear. I buried my face in one hand, trying to hide my wide grin.

"Still doesn't explain that smell." I mumbled into my palm.

"Well." The hands were now stroking over my shoulders. "That was, uhm, a quite erotic sight."

"So...?"

"So I..."

"You..."

The hands were removed from my shoulders.

"Ah, damn it, Dana, you want me to say this? Okay, I came when I looked at you."

I couldn't hold my laughter back much longer. "You came by just looking at me? I don't really believe this."

"Well, so my hands helped a bit. One hand, actually."

"And how did Vince know that?"

"Well, seems he watched me."

Now I just had to laugh out loud, turned the chair around and tried to look only at his face. And hell, he looked pissed!

"Let me summarize that. You went to my trailer to see if I had a visitor, then kept peeping through my back window, jerking off and Vince was witnessing this, obviously without you noticing. Right?"

"Right." He stared at the floor.

"Well, you were right when you said that I wouldn't exactly love you for this explanation. But I have one question."

"Just ask." He said, still hypnotizing the floor.

I got up and walked to him. Ah, shit, I thought. There goes your pride, your principles, your stubbornness... and all because of this crazy man. But shit, good looking crazy man.

I lifted his chin with my finger and forced him to look at me.

"Why the hell didn't you knock or even just get in after seeing me there, Dominic? That must have been damn embarrassing with Vince..."

He stared at me. "You're not, like, angry, freaking out, slapping me, running away?"

"Not really. See, if you hadn't tried to be so utterly comical during your demonstration, I would probably have done the same at that window."

"You're... a woman." He stated.

"Wow, damn, right, so good you finally notice it and thanks for reminding me!" I laughed. "And that means that I can't have my fun and inspiration from looking at eye candy?"

"As long that this eye candy is me, you can do whatever you want." He said, his hands sliding down my sides.

"See, that's one of the problems I have with you and relationships in general. I can do whatever I want anyway, so can you; as long as each of us knows what the other is doing, it should be alright. I'm no one's property and you ain't either."

"Ah, you'll learn to love to be mine." He said and I was just picked up, again with that helpless and weightless feeling.

I tried to drape my legs around his waist while still trying to protest, but my knee hurt badly. Just that I had the tiny problem that I couldn't say something because his tongue was already in my mouth. I tried to push him away; but he obviously thought that I was playing and pulled me closer while he turned around with me. My leg got caught at a corner, being forced to bend; and I felt the wound cracking open again.

"Hrrrrrmmmm!" I made and couldn't help but considerably mildly bite his tongue - mildly compared to the pain that was radiating through my leg.

"Ouch!" He said, pulling back and dropping me on the kitchen counter. "Why the hell did you bite me?"

Oi. I saw stars from the pain; and it took me some time to be able to focus on him again.

"Dom? I think my knee has torn open again." I hissed.

"Oh shit." From one moment to the next he was all worried. "Damn, I had totally forgotten about that. Take the trousers off."

"I don't know if I want that."

He raised his brow. "You do it or I do it. Your choice."

"I do it." I grumbled and opened button and zipper. He helped me pull them down and we both stared in a mixture of amazement and shock at the towel around my knee. All bloody, all soaked; mostly dried. My shin was covered with a nice amount of encrusted, almost black blood too.

"Shit, I don't even want to take that bandage off your knee to see what's below! Moment. You ran around with this for several hours?" He stared at me wide eyed.

"No, I inflicted that on myself while standing behind the trailer just to be able to shock you now. All comments before concerning my knee were just jokes." I replied dryly.

"Yes, just a scratch, sure, I remember that." He grumbled, picked me up again and walked to the door.

The moment we got outside I was finally able to speak again.

"Uhm... Dom...? Where the hell are you going?"

"I'm driving you to a doctor. Or better a hospital." He kept walking.

I laughed. "You're incredibly considerate, but don't you think the doctor or hospital would take us a bit more serious if, you know, you would put something on - like, any kind of clothes...? And I'd like to have those trousers removed from my ankles, just to not look so hilarious any more if I'm not allowed to walk."

He stared down at himself, then at me, then at the house, laughed and with three big jumps, we were back in the trailer.