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the con	By : obsessive Category: Individual Celebrities > Jerry Doyle Views: 1410 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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This is me meeting a certain B5 actor at a convention. I haven't written in years or conventioned in years, and if I ever met him I'd probably stay nicely in the background. this is just me being obsessive. With apologies to Melissa.

Background: Our characters have met earlier in the day by the pool and he said something that threw her off balance, so he feels the need to apologize. (I haven't worked that part out yet....and might not ever)
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He watched her over dinner. She was wearing a loosely flowing red dress with an embroidered bodice and a loose jacket. The dress clung lightly to her torso, with a deep vee neck that showed an intriguing amount of cleavage. Her hair hung down her back in soft waves, held back from her face by a number of tiny clips that created a slender cascade down her back. It had looked dark by the pool, but he saw in the soft light that it was shades of gold and bronze. It looked soft.

She avoided his eyes at first, but that didn’t keep his from being drawn to her constantly. She was obviously charming her male table companions, and he started when he heard her low chuckle. There was something about her laugh that made his spine twitch. He noticed that Shatner was watching her as well, and made a mental note to catch up with her table before he did.

She was drinking a glass of red wine, and she met his eyes over the rim as she surveyed the room. He grinned at her, and she gave him the quirk of her eyebrow and sardonic half smile back. He noticed that she was now wearing makeup….a dark raspberry red adorned her lips and her eyes were highlighted smokily. It didn’t so much change her face as make her look more intense and he found himself wondering if she was still wearing the same perfume that she had been wearing earlier. She lowered her glass and shook her head in some silent amusement. She delicately licked the remainder of the wine off of her lips and he found himself wondering what it would taste like to do that for her. The odd tightening sensation in his groin occurred again and he forced himself to look away from her.

Towards the end of dinner, the guests stood up and began to visit the other tables. He looked around and realized that in a moment of distraction she had managed to leave without him noticing. Suspecting that she would be back momentarily, he began to circulate. When she returned to the room, his breath caught for a moment…she had removed her jacket. Her dress was actually a halter style dress that bared her back, showing an expanse of smooth, creamy skin. The sides of her bodice drew an intriguing line down her side that made him think about the skin that was covered and how it would taste. Almost involuntarily he came up beside her table as she was making her way to her seat. He pulled out her chair for her.
“Allow me, please” the huskiness of his own voice caught him off guard. She looked up at him and he found himself again trapped by her gaze. Her eyes flashed at him in a way that he couldn’t decipher and she looked away and moved to her chair. As he pushed the chair in and she settled herself in, she looked up at him and murmured a quiet ‘Thank you’.
He sat next to her at the table and engaged the rest of the table in conversation. This was part of his routine and it was expected of him…and…while he didn’t mind it, he found that his mind was more on the musky scent of her perfume than on the conversation.
She was oddly quiet as he spoke, her fingers toying idly with the stem of her wineglass. He stuttered a little as he had a momentary image of her fingers on him the same way. Jerry, as always with impeccable timing, came to his rescue. As he engaged the rest of the table, Bruce turned to her….
“I’m sorry about what happened at the pool earlier….I didn’t mean to unsettle you”.
She flushed and dropped her eyes, then looked up again with that sardonic look. “Oh, that’s ok….I guess I kind of felt at a disadvantage. I think I’ve got my feet back out of the water now.” She grinned as he laughed.
She took a sip of her wine “So…what makes you want to do these things anyway? You seem to have very little problem with them, but I doubt the money they pay you makes up for the time away from home.”
He thought about that for a moment….it wasn’t an uncommon question, but he felt for some reason like giving her a slightly more honest answer than usual

“Oh….probably because I need the ego boost”, he said flippantly. She laughed, and he grinned at her. “Or…maybe because I feel good talking to fans about my past…it’s a reassurance that my good days aren’t all behind me…”
She chuckled “Oh, somehow I doubt that”, she murmured… Her eyes flashed again and she looked away, and he found himself wondering what she was thinking.

“What brought you here?” he asked.

She flushed and looked at him from under her eyelids…”Oh….probably a similar thing. I used to do these conventions when I was young. They were a good ego boost for me…. See? We all have those feelings from time to time…”

“Probably?” he asked.
She shrugged and met his gaze “Probably” she said.
He looked at her again “But Canada is an awful long way to come….surely there are conventions closer?”
She looked up at Jerry and looked at him “Yes…but very few of them with Babylon 5 people attending”. He got the sense that she wasn’t telling him something.
“I can probably torture it out of you” he said.
Her eyes flashed again, but this time she met his gaze, challenging “Oh….you could try.” Her voice had taken on a throaty quality and he felt himself wanting to challenge her back.
“Hmmm…” he contemplated “Maybe she’s ticklish?” he thought out loud.
“Oh no,” she said “You won’t have any luck there.” Her mouth quirked again.
He wondered what she meant by that “Ok….” He looked across the table “Hey, Jerry…she won’t tell me why she’s here. I need to find a way to torture the information out of her. Any suggestions?”

Jerry looked at his friend, surprised. Normally Bruce kept a respectable distance from his female fans. But this one was looking at him in direct challenge…and Jerry could see why Bruce wanted to try this. “Um…unnounno….maybe a mandatory public performance….hey…maybe we should make her sing!” The table laughed, and shouted out suggestions… Her eyebrow quirked up, but she didn’t say a word. They could see a flush rising on her cheeks, but her eyes didn’t loose their challenge.
“Fine” she said, “But if I win this challenge you have to concede defeat….and come to the dance and dance with me” she looked at Bruce. “Since it was your idea” she said sweetly.

“Alright”, he said, highly amused.

One of the table patrons said “I have a suggestion….”when I fall in love’” Jerry took it up

“Hey…that’s a great one….c’mon girl!”

She looked at Jerry with that same challenging look. “Alright” she said quietly. She took a sip of her wine and stood up, breathing deeply. “I’m not sure I remember all of the words….”

With that, she looked down a frown of concentration on her face…then looked up….and started to sing. Her voice was beautiful…strong, husky, emotional. She looked around the room as she sang, making eye contact with her audience, making them feee coe connection to the song. As she caught Bruce’s wide eyed stare, she smiled, but the song never waivered. As she let the final passage die away, the room broke into a huge applause.
She grinned and bowed.

Bruce walked up to her ‘I think I’ve been suckered” he said.

She smiled up at him, the open challenge back “Oh, you betcha Mister. And boy, do you owe me big time.”

He shook his head ruefully “That will teach me to pay attention to Doyle” She grinned across the table at Jerry “Yep…but I would have thought you knew that already.”

Jerry grinned back at her, having heard the conversation “Yeah buddy…you’re going to have to pay up now!”

The women all looked enthusiastic about having one of the guests at the dance and Bruce groaned under his breath. She looked at him and laughed softly.

“Don’t worry,” she linked her arm through his “I’ll protect you from getting too abused”. She smiled up at him, and he smiled down at her….and his breath caught in his throat. Her eyes were flashing blue and green and gold, and her breath was coming fast with her laughter, and her breast was pressed against his arm and her hands were burning through the fabric of his shirt and her hair fell lightly over her shoulder to hang down the inside curve of her breast…. For a moment desire hit him, stronger than he’d felt it in years. He yearned to stroke the luminous skin of her neck and touch his lips to hers and bury his face in her neck.. She scent of her perfume was heady for that moment…musky and subtle at the same time, mingling with the scent of apples and red wine. In that moment her body seemed to lean into his and he thought for a moment he saw desire in her eyes as well.
In an instant, she lowered her eyes and moved back from him….shutters in place once more. She said “I won’t hold you to it….you must be tired”.

He missed the pressure of her hand on his arm. Greatly daring, he took her hand and linked it through his arm again “No…not at all…a bet is a bet, and I’m a man who keeps his promises” He looked her in the eyes and saw them cloud over a bit, but then she blinked and smiled again, though this time it was a far less intimate smile and said

“Alright then, I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into”.
“so do I” he thought to himself.

Subsequent discussion revealed that it would be an hour or so before the dance started, so he said to her “How about that drink? Hey Jerry….visit to the bar?”.
Jerry looked at him with a raised eyebrow…”Sure….”

They left the dining room and went to the bar, he told her to order whatever she wanted.
The sparkle was back in her eye and the ironic grin once again as she said “hm….a long island iced tea?”
He shook his head and ordered for her.

They sat and made small talk with the fans and the folks from the convention that had followed them. She was awfully quiet, and he caught the occasional woman giving her aniousious glance. When he caught her glance across the table, she would smile secretly and wink at him. The part of his mind that wasn’t engaged in conversation wondered at this mysterious enigma of a woman, she held his attention, but didn’t seem to be aware of it. With the exception of a few odd moments, she held herself in a kind of control that he envied. He watched her as she spoke to others…her words carefully considered, her amusement and entertainment obvious. She showed interest in what others were saying, but said little about her own situation. She would nod knowingly about stories about him, but didn’t say much in return. When she laughed it was a full throated and hearty chuckle, unlike the giggles he often heard from his crowd. She was a puzzle.
At one point, one of the fans managed to catch all of their attention with a story about Bill Mumy and Jerry took advantage to talk to him privately.

“Hey….you know what you’re doing here?” he asked with concern.
Bruce shook his head “No…honestly…I’m not really sure.”
Jerry eyed him “You know…you COULD always push her my way if she’s single…..”

Bruce shook his head “I don’t think it’s that….” He trailed off.

Jerry laughed out loud “Yeah…sure….you shoulda seen the look on your face earlier….if you’d been any more turned on you woulda been sporting a tent.” He shook his head, “Look man, I KNOW what she’s doing to you….even though it’s not intentional….I don’t think she’s trying…but you’ve got to think with the big head….”
Bruce eyed him “That’s a peach, from you….. Look….” He sighed heavily “there’s just….something…there I gotta figure out. I may be playing with fire, but I have to figure this out. Can you let me?”

Jerry shook his head “Ok man…just….be careful. I know things are rough between you and Melissa…but….”
Bruce nodded.

He looked back at the crowd and saw her watching him, her eyes intense. She looked away but not before he saw that same spark he noticed earlier, the one that he couldn’t figure out.

He rejoined the group and they continued telling stories for a while. Eventually, he looked at his watch and said “I think I owe someone a dance…at least one.” He stood and held out his hand to her “Shall we?” he grinned.

“By all means, good sir….” She put her hand in his. It felt small and warm in his large one, and he had to focus to get past the people gathered around their table.

Jerry, as always the centre of female attention, followed with his own harem.

As they entered the dance room, the rest of the convention goers surged around them. Eventually they spotted a table and he sat down with Jerry, and she was pushed aside by a bunch of folks wanting autographs. She smiled and drifted off to the dance floor. She joined a group of women who were dancing together.
Between signatures and photographs, he watched her dance. She had kept her jacket off, and he could see the line of her figure through the dress quite easily. She certainly knew how to dance…she was innocently sensual, completely captivating, and wonderfully uninhibited as she moved to the music. Occasionally she would stop and come to the table for a drink of water, wink at him, then go back to dancing. Her skin took on an enticing sheen as she began to perspire, and her hair began to tumble out of its loose clips. He found himself wondering during a particular dance if she was as uninhibited when she made love….

He shook his head from that reverie, and before he knew it Jerry was up dancing with her. It was a blatantly sexual tune, and Bruce almost felt his jaw drop at some of the lyrics, and her movements along with them. Jerry was dancing almost hip to hip with her, and she met every one of his aggressive moves with one of her own. She put her hands around his neck, which brought her body within millimeters of his and swayed to the beat with him that way for a moment, then would explode away from him and dance in her own universe, then go back to him. They ended the dance with a dramatic flare of her dipping over his arm, almost bent double, his body along the length of hers. He assisted her up slowly and she thanked him, her arm still around his neck. She moved away from him, trailing her hand along his chest, and came back to the table. Bruce felt a hot flash of some unnamed emotion as he saw her, chest heaving, the glow to her skin and to her face, hair tumbled around her…and Jerry’s hot eyes watching her every move.
She sat down next to him, and the scent of her nearly drove him mad. With her exertions on the dance floor her perfume seemed to increase in intensity, and the scent of her warm body, and the feel of it next to him, made him ache with want.

He looked at her with amusement though “I thought you were going to protect me?” She smiled at him
“Oh…I think you’ve been doing fine on your own….haven’t seen you on the dance floor though….”
He grimaced…”I don’t dance to this type of music.”
She pushed her hair back from her face and looked at him out of narrowed eyes, lips pursed. “Hmmmmm” was all she said.

A slow tune started, and he stood up, and held his hand out to her. Her eyes widened, and she put her hand in his. She moved with him to the dance floor, neither of them saying a word. He put an arm around her waist, and kept her other hand, and while she tried to keep a respectful distance he didn’t allow it, and encouraged her close to him. He was so much taller than her he had to stand back to look into her eyes, and she had to tip her head up to look at him. Her scent surrounded them, and he resisted the temptation to nibble the line of her neck exposed by her position by only a hair. Taking a deep breath, he pulled her closer. She rested her head on his chest and sighed.

“So….why do you feel the need for an ego boost”, he said.
She laughed. “Oh no…you’re not getting the answer that easy. This is your penance, not mine.” Her breath was warm in his chest, and she felt good in his arms. His hands could feel the heat from her body, and he marveled at the feel of her waist and curve of her hip. Her body seemed to move with his effortlessly, and he couldn’t help the small rush of pleasure as her hand drifted to the small of his back.

He tried again “Why do you dance the way you do?”

She shrugged against him “Oh…I think it’s one of the few things I do where I feel like I don’t have to be in control. It’s nice to just let the wild thing run loose every once in a while”.
“You don’t do that often?”

She pulled away from him to look up at him “Don’t you think that would be a little uncivilized?” She had levered her upper body away from him, but her hips and stomach were still close, and with every movement of her body he felt his starting to respond. As he watched the rise and fall of her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress he lost his train of thought, and, with an inarticulate groan, pulled her back towards him. He didn’t know what was worse, the visual stimulus of her looking like she should be in a bed being made love to, or the unconscious movements of her body next to his.

She moved with him for a moment, silent in her own thoughts. “What just happened”, she asked.
He cleared his throat…unsure of how to respond “I’m not sure…but I think it was something a little uncivilized.”
Her breath caught, and she stiffened.

He pulled back from her a little, but kept a firm grip on the small of her back. “What’s the matter?” He feared her response…

“I just…..” her eyes were unreadable in the dim light “I just had a responsible thought. Maybe I should go….”

He looked at her “Do you think that will make a difference?” His body burned where she had touched him, and he was slowly coming to the realization that the wild thing that was him was craving release.

Her breath caught, and she pulled away from him. She went to the table and picked up her jacket “I should go….” She turned to him, and for a moment he could see the naked need in her eyes, then the shutters came down again. She held out her hand “thank you for a lovely evening”. He took her hand, not knowing what else to do, and then could only watch as she walked away.
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Jerry came to stand beside him and watched her too. “What did you do to scare her away?”

Bruce shook his head “I’m not sure, but I think this has more to do with me than with her. I’m going to bed. Have a good time…”

With that, he left the room, leaving Jerry to his entertainments. He decided a swim would help, so he went to his room and changed aame ame back down to the pool. After about 10 laps, he realized that while he was physically exhausting himself, his mind was still in overdrive. He showered quickly at the pool and put on his track suit. Before he knew it he was at the front desk asking which room she was in.

He stood at her door a moment, uncertain, his hands shaking and his gut twisting in knots. Before he could think better of it he knocked. He heard a movement on the other side of the door, and he imagined she was looking through the peep hole. There was a moment of silence then the door opened.

She hadn’t changed yet, but she had obviously brushed out her hair, it hung in a soft cloud around her shoulders.
“Hi” she said quietly.
“Hi” he replied. She stood in the doorway, the light from her room shining in a distracting fashion through her dress.
“I need to talk”
She looked down and then back up at him, her gaze unreadable “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea”
“Please?”
She sighed, and relented “Ok”

She stepped back from the door and let him in. In her room, surrounded by the scent of her, he felt for a moment overwhelmed. Reminding himself that he had come with a purpose he focused his thoughts. She walked behind him, then moved over to the window, as far as the small hotel room would allow her from where he had perched on the bed. She stood with her hands behind her, leaning against the wall. She looked nervous, and he felt a pang of guilt for putting her through this.

He looked down at his hands “Do you know what happened down there?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m not going to go that route.”

“Fine,” he said, a little angry “I’ll tell you. You talked about the wild thing inside. That’s what you’re letting loose inside me.” He didn’t look at her, he couldn’t, but he could hear her intake of breath at the admission. “It’s been so long I’d forgotten. I need to know….how…why….” he trailed off and looked at her. She was staring down at the carpet at her feet.
“I’m sorry…I….didn’t mean to…. He He leapt off the bed and was within inches of her in a flash. She looked up at him, eyes wide, for a moment he thought he saw something in her gaze that reflected his own hunger, then her eyes moved to focus somewhere else. “I know you didn’t mean to, but that’s why it’s so impossible for me to ignore”

This close to her, he could smell the apple scent of her hair, the musky scent of her skin. He could hear her breathing, fast, and uneven. He brought a hand up and trailed it through the silk of her hair. As his hand came to the side of her neck he could feel the satiny heat of her skin and his thumb trailed along the delicate tracing of veins there. Her skin was incredibly soft. She made a small sound, and he saw her eyes close and her teeth bite into her lower lip. He brought his other hand to her mouth and teased the lip free, not wanting her to hurt herself. He traced the full curve of her lower lip, aching to feel her touch. Her facened ned into his hand and she place a hot kiss on his palm. He caught his breath at the sensation. She brought her hands from behind her and took his hand in her two small ones and traced each of his fingers one by one, and along the back tendons of his hands. He felt his skin flush at her touch. Her hand encircled his wrist and her tongue made lazy circles on his palm, while her other hand reached up and her fingers trailed up and down his other arm. He shuddered at her touch, he had never realized how sensual an area his hands were. His eyes closed as she left trails of fire on his skin, then opened abruptly as she softly bit the muscled pad of his hand. He looked into her eyes and was shocked by the hunger he saw there. For the first time he realized what kind of passion was locked behind the barriers that she kept up. He felt his own desire spiraling out of control and struggled for a moment with it, his eyes closed, his breathing became laboured, and for a moment he almost won.
Then she did something he didn’t expect…she drew his thumb into her mouth and began sucking very gently…running her tongue up and down the now sensitized flesh. Her mouth was warm and wet and her tongue was driving him wild. He met her eyes, which flashed now a completely different challenge to him.
With a low growl he pulled his hands from hers and reached down to her hips and pulled her against his, grinding his hard pelvis into her softness. Her eyes widened a moment and her lips parted with a gasp. Like any good soldier he took advantage of the opportunity she provided him and brought his mouth down to hers. She made a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and he was about to pull away when her lips responded to his hungrily.
He couldn’t tell whose tongue made the demand first, but he was inside the warm wetness of her mouth, and she in his, tongues dueling and stroking feverishly. She tasted like wine and peaches and sex all in one and his head whirled at the sensation. One of her legs rose to caress the outside of his ahen hen wrapped itself around the small of his back. He could feel the heat on the inside of her thighs and it made him growl again against her mouth. She moaned then, a low husky sound that made his spine shiver. Her hands were everywhere…the back of his neck, his shoulders, his back, his chest, driving him mad with need. He reached down to her buttocks with his other hand and lifted her against the wall, bringing her hips up to his. Reflexively, she brought her other leg up over his hip and around his back.. She finally broke the kiss as he ground his arousal into her centre, her breathing coming fast, her eyes dark as she looked into his.

“Don’t stop” she murmured huskily, “I want to see your face”

He groaned as she pushed against him, her back braced against the wall, her face flushed. He released one hand from its purchase on her hip and trailed his hand down her neck to the curve of her breast, cupping the generous mound in one hand. She filled his hand completely and she gasped as he passed his thumb over where he knew her nipple would be. He ached to feel her skin against his. Her hips ground into his and he could feel the heat of her even through her skirt and his pants. His erection was almost painful, engorged and trapped inside his clothes. He moved the hand that was still supporting her restlessly then he stilled with shock as he came to a realization.

‘What is it?” she asked him breathlessly.
“You’re not wearing underwear” he choked.

She flushed, but smiled lazily…as sensual smile that made his heart trip a beat “No….I had to take them off when I got in.” She ground her hips against him again deliberately “They were a little damp”.

He groaned and let his head fall against her chest, breathing heavily. “Oh god…what are we doing….?”
She brought her hand up to caress the hair at the nape of his neck. “Good question…” she sighed.

He grasped her by the hips again and moved backwards until he was sitting on the bed, her straddling him. She sat back a little on his legs and looked at him, but he couldn’t meet her eyes. She put her hand up under his chin and forced his head up “You’re thinking about her aren’t you”.
He laughed bitterly at himself “Yeah….I am….”

She eased herself off of his lap and sat beside him. He struggled not to feel bereft as her heated body left his.
“I should have list to to my better instincts.” she said.
“What do you mean?” He frowned at her.

She sighed, “Oh…I knew I should have backed away as soon as you looked at me. I knew then I was lost.” She took his hand “You do realize, I’ve been fantasizing about this since I was a teenager?” Her smile was self mocking, her eyes somewhat sad. “I never thought that if I met you that I’d have any effect on you.”

He threw himself backwards onto the bed and closed his eyes, but kept his hand in hers. “Oh…you’ve had an effect alright.”

She laughed a short little laugh “Yeah…I guess so. I just wish I knew if I’d been doing it intentionally and if I have something to pay penance for.”

He laughed his own short laugh “No more so than me, I’m married…”
She sighed “A fact I chose to forgeI’m I’m as much to blame.”

He turned on his side and looked at her. She looked a little lost and forlorn sitting there, legs crossed on the bed, her hair falling over her face like soft gold. For a moment he wanted to go to her and take her in his arms and comfort her, but he realized where that would lead, so he left his hand in hers but didn’t move towards her.
“I’m sorry” he said softly.
She looked at him, her eyes an intense blue in the lamplight, her pupils large “So am I”.

He stood up “I guess I should go…” he trailed off as he looked at her, and his hand rose to her face out of it’s own volition. He trailed his thumb across her bottom lip, sighing “You’re so beautiful” he said softly.
Her eyes filled with tears and she turned her head into his palm, hiding from his gaze “Thank you” she murmured brokenly.

In a moment of insight he realized that it was something she didn’t hear very often and his heart ached for her. He heard in that simple phrase a loneliness that pierced his soul. He brought his other hand to her face and turned her to face him again. The tears hadn’t spilled, but they were still there “You are, and don’t let anyone ever believe differently.” He kissed her again…a soft brushing of lips, undemanding, giving, understanding. He almost broke again at the soft sweet touch of her lips, but her hand on his stopped him. He knew then that she was being strong for him, she didn’t want him to suffer more than he did for this indiscretion against his wife, and his heart swelled with an indescribable feeling.

“Bye” he said, his voice husky
“Good bye” she said, her eyes closed. He knew she didn’t want to watch him leave, but he did anyway…it was the hardest thing he’d ever done.
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