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First, Best and Always	By : Ravenswing14337 Category: Individual Celebrities > Vin Diesel Views: 1382 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Vin Diesel. This work is completely fictional, and is not meant to harm Mr. Diesel in any way. This story is written just for fun no harm is intended and no profit is made. I do not own Vin; Duke University Hospital or Chic

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Chapter 6 – How It All Started

“What to wear?” she said aloud, “It’s got to be something he hasn’t seen.” She shuffled hangers back and forth across the closet rod searching for something that would get his attention. Not that she really needed to do that; he’d been as attentive as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs lately. He wasn’t about to let his tail get smashed again. He’d noticed everything of late; never failing to compliment her on whatever she was doing, wearing.

“Still,” she thought guiltily “If I had been a little more on top of my game maybe he wouldn’t have been looking….” “No!” she said aloud, “this is his mess, and I’m not gonna take responsibility for it.” “He knew what he was doing and he didn’t think about what the consequences might be. He had everything he needed right here with me, and he still went looking…, Nah…that’s on him. Right now all I need to do is ‘remind’ him of what his little ‘excursion’ to the land of Michelle cost him. Ah! And this is just the dress to help me do it.”

She stood in front of the mirror holding the dress up in front of her. “Perfect” she thought. Black, short, tight, with just enough cleavage to jog that memory. “This ought to keep him off balance.” “Yeah,” she said as she hung the dress up outside the closet door, “this will definitively adjust his attitude…not to mention his briefs.” She smiled to herself as the image of Vin “adjusting” played across her mind. “Yeah,” she thought, “perfect.”

With the flight attendant soundly, if not politely turned away Diesel settled back into his seat. As he gazed out the window his thoughts drifted back to a time when things between him and Raven were better…when things were perfect. One night in particular came to mind, the night they went to the jazz concert…the night they first made love.

It had been a spectacular day; the afternoon had been spent at the beach and the evening at an open-air concert. Al Jarreau and Diane Reeves had headlined the show, music under the stars with everyone swaying in their seats and dancing in the aisles, the night couldn’t have been better. The drive home to his house had been filled with laughter; talk of the music, and a genuine appreciation of the company. It had been a long time since he’d felt so free to be himself, to express his ideas and thoughts, his feelings about the things that mattered most to him.

She didn’t just smile and flatter him like most of the women he’d dated, or sit like some obedient lap dog agreeing with everything he said. She had her own ideas, her own thoughts and the intellect to support whatever her position on those things might be. She wasn’t in awe of him, and she didn’t put him up on a pedestal. She genuinely cared for him, not the actor, not the celebrity, not the guy with his face on a billboard, but him. It was a surprisingly comforting feeling, comforting …yet exhilarating. Knowing that someone cared for you just because you were you, not because of what you could do for them or for what they could get out of you.

“Yes…” he thought to himself “…a spectacular night.”

When they arrived at his house he let her walk down the pathway in front of him so that he could watch the swing of her hips, his eyes exploring the round expanse of her ass. The slim blue backless dress only accentuated her femininity, reminding him of how she’d looked earlier in the day in her bikini. He wanted nothing more than to walk up behind her, pull up that dress and kiss and massage each round cheek until she begged for more, right in the middle of the walkway.

Once inside Diesel set the tone of the evening with candlelight and a special Bordeaux that he’d bought just for this occasion. Pouring himself a cranberry juice and club soda they settled on the sofa and continued their conversation on a more intimate level.

She wanted to know “When was the last time he’d been involved in a serious relationship” He wanted to know “What it was that she felt she brought to a committed relationship.” The talk went on like that for almost an hour and then… ‘The’ question was asked.

“Why me?” she asked. “With all the women out there who are practically throwing themselves at you, why do you want to be with me?” His answer was simple and straightforward, “Because I can’t imagine living another day of my life without you to love me.” All Raven could think of in response was “….Right answer. Definitely the right answer.”
His mouth moved gently against the softness of her earlobe "Let me be your lover," he whispered, "I want to be yours,” he said softly, moving his hand to cradle the back of her neck. He looked into her eyes, and moved forward towards her lips with his own, kissing away any doubts she might have. He stood pulling her to her feet as he went, holding her close to his chest. Raven could feel his heart pound against her own; the ease with which he picked her up amazed her. One moment she was standing on her own and the next… she was in his arms being carried to his bed. He lay her down tenderly, gently as if he thought she would break. His face moved towards hers as he knelt gently over her body, covering her with his soul.
"I want this to be for you tonight," he said gently kissing her forehead. She started to protest but he put his finger to her lips, silencing her. Taking her gently by the arms, he pulled her up to a sitting position. She watched as he lay down on the bed, on his back, and urged her forward.
"You want me to…" she said nervously beginning to blush.
"Yes… I do want,” he smiled wickedly, moving her towards him and helping her off with her dress. He looked at her breasts -- fuller than he expected, the material pulled away to reveal a silken triangle -- no underwear to fight to get off…she was exposed and he would taste her even if it meant he had to fight her for it.
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