Match Met Ch 04

Hey ya'll! I just wanted to make something clear with you guys. Some of you have been waiting for Sawyer's one legged ex-girl friend to appear 9 months pregnant with an STD and challenging Kiana to a brawl for his love AKA, drama. Which isn't what I do. I'm not into all that crazy stuff although I do like to read it. I just like to do updates on their relationship. There may be an incident here or there but as far as a conflict for the entire story... that's not me.With that being said, here's the next chapter.

Enjoy!

Kiana woke up to a voice obviously trying to be hushed. She stayed motionless under the comforter but made sure her ears were picking up everything.

"Hey, I made breakfast... in case you wanted to come by." A woman said from the other side of the door. Sawyer was much more hushed than she was, that made Kiana smirk.

"No that's alright. I've already started breakfast over here." He said. He couldn't even think of having sex with another woman while Kiana's essence was still on his fingers from the night before. He'd fallen asleep with those digits on his face. Kiana could hear the bacon cooking from the kitchen and she wondered if there was some in there for her.

"Alright well I'll go wrap up my food and come back in a few minutes." Pathetic, Kiana thought. The woman obviously couldn't take a hint if it was thrown at her as slowly as Sawyer was pitching it.

"Not today Rachel." He said, finally letting his asshole ways surface to set the woman straight.

not ever.

Kiana corrected mentally.

"You sure? I'd stay a little bit longer too..." She said seductively. So that's what kind of guy he was; sex with his neighbour. Kiana couldn't say it surprised her.

"I'm sure." He said. She must have done a silent gesture, or maybe Sawyer closed the door in her face. But that was pretty much it for that conversation. Kiana got off the couch at the same moment he entered the kitchen. She took her time walking up on him. He was beating some eggs in a bowl and looked the same as he did last night.

"Sorry you had to turn down some pussy on my behalf." She sighed somewhat mockingly. Sawyer chuckled but didn't face her.

"Trust me, I didn't turn it down because you were here." He stated. Kiana rolled her eyes at his arrogance.

"Glad to hear that." She said with 100 percent sarcasm. Kiana's thoughts darted toward her father. She rummaged through her bag for her cell phone; she had 20% left which was enough to make one phone call. She looked at Sawyer's flexing back muscles while he cooked over the counter. He didn't need to hear all her business. She put her jeans back on and opened his front door without a word. When she got to the base of the steps, she looked out a small window and took out her phone. She dialled a number and it rang a few times.

"Hello?" The woman answered. She recognized it immediately.

"Hey Nicolette, I'm so glad you're there. How is he doing?" She asked. She tucked her free arm under the one holding the phone to her ear as she took slow steps around the area.

"Yeah, I got here just before they called the State of Emergency. But he's fine, just woke up a few minutes ago so I'm about to get him some breakfast."

"Okay, can you put me on speakerphone for a sec?" Kiana asked her.

"You're on it now." It sounded like she was at a distance.

"Hey dad. I'm alright, nice and safe. They called a state of emergency so I'll be stuck inside for a bit. But as soon as it's over I'll come by—I promise. I'm spending my entire Thanksgiving break with you. And I think that's all... I love you daddy." She made sure to put emphasis on the last phrase. But she wasn't expecting what she heard next.

"I...lov—lov." His weak, raspy voice stumbled over the syllables. Tears welled up in her eyes as he tried to get the words out of his mouth.

"It's alright daddy. I know you love me." She said, sniffling over the receiver. She wiped away her only tear and then took a deep breath.

"I'll talk to you later. See you Nicolette." Kiana hung up the phone and looked out the window she was now directly in front of. Everything was a blinding white and nothing was visible under the thick layer of snow. She desperately wanted to be in his company at that moment.

*

She opened the apartment door and saw Sawyer putting spoonfuls of food on pretty mahogany plates. Kiana took her a seat at the dining room table. It was small and only had 1 chair on each side. But it was perfect for his apartment. He made her eggs, bacon and pancakes. Everything looked edible and she was pretty impressed.

"I'm gonna go brush my teeth and then we can go." Kiana said between bites. Sawyer raised his eyebrows in surprise and confusion.

"It's still a state of emergency so we'll be stuck in the house a little longer than expected. It hasn't even stopped snowing." Kiana couldn't believe what she was hearing. She'd be stuck in this apartment with him another day. She wasn't sure if that was what she wanted or not, but she didn't have any more underwear, hair products, clothes or body wash. So Sawyer would definitely be seeing her at her worst.

She sighed heavily.

"I have absolutely nothing I need." She whispered to herself.

"What the hell do you have in those bags?" He asked, glancing at the two big bags by the entrance Kiana brought with her.

"Things that aren't useful now." She mumbled. Sawyer was out his seat in a second. He put his thumb in his mouth, sucking off some syrup right before he disappeared behind her and toward the door. Kiana watched him search through her bags. He pulled out her 4 Psychology textbooks and notepads.

"I know your back hurts from carrying this stuff." He said, sitting the books in a neat pile on the floor right before flipping through some of the pages. Kiana shrugged her shoulders but in actuality, her back ached often. The second bag held her work and ballet clothes. He gave her an impressed look as he took out her Pointe shoes.

"You dance?" He asked, beginning to put everything back in its place. Kiana rolled her eyes at the obvious question but decided not to be nasty with him. For once he wasn't giving her a real reason to be, so she'd cherish this moment.

"Yeah." He came to sit back down and finish the last bits of his food. Kiana was nowhere near done.

"How long have you been doing that?" He asked, seeming interested. Kiana thought for a few seconds.

"Probably 10 years." Sawyer wound his face up into an expression of mystification.

"How old are you? I had some idea you were young but I didn't know how young."

"I turned 19 in Jul—" Sawyer cut her off with a booming laugh.

"You're only 19! You really are a little girl for Christ's sake." He said, running a hand through his feather light blonde hair.

Kiana settled a little deeper in her seat. That comment made her uncomfortable. She now understood how Laura Ingalls felt when Almonzo Wilder only saw her as a child while she knew she was much more than that. Sawyer chuckled to himself and Kiana swallowed some more food.

"You weren't saying that last night." She retorted. Sawyer's demeanour dwindled down to something else. He evaluated her thoroughly, remembering last night when he'd pleasured her so well. She was crying out in satisfaction and had gotten him harder then he'd probably ever been. She was definitely a woman, probably more of a woman than half the 26 year olds he'd been with. His tee shirt clung to her bare tits and she crossed her smooth legs under the table.

"That's very true." He replied. Kiana was wetting herself in the most sensual of ways. She tightened her legs over the other to restrain the twinge she was close to letting him know she was experiencing. But Sawyer knew, he was starting to learn her expressions. Her forehead would crinkle just the slightest bit when she was annoyed but her lips would part directly before her eyes glazed over when he turned her on. Kiana could only convince herself she was difficult to read.

"I'm guessing you're a psychology major." He stated, bring a cup over his lips.

"Good guess." She said.

"Why?" He questioned. Kiana shrugged her shoulders before she spoke.

"I found it interesting in high school." She explained. Sawyer smirked.

"You took psychology in high school?" He questioned. Kiana nodded meekly and his chuckled turned into a full out laugh.

"What's so funny?" She asked.

"Nothing, it's just that—" He laughed a little more. "You don't look like a nerd." Kiana wasn't amused.

"So what do you do?" She asked, trying to take the spotlight off of herself and point it on him.

"I'm a news director." He told her. Kiana pursed her lips and nodded lightly.

"Hm, sitting on your ass and telling other people what to do sounds like a pretty stress free job." She took a bite of her strip of bacon.

"I agree it does. But if only that's what I actually did..." Kiana smirked, he was a little too witty for her.

"I'm sure it's not that much different."

"You can think what you want, but it's hard work." He took their plates and stood up out of his seat. Kiana's eyes followed him to the kitchen as he put them in the sink.

"Come." He said to her. He took languid steps in the direction of his bedroom, but Kiana still stood in the dining room.

"What's in there that I need?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow. She didn't know what his intentions were but she could only guess it was sexually driven. He sighed in defeat.

"TV, or do you want to sit out here all day and stare at the walls?" He snapped. After 2 more seconds of thinking it over, she eventually followed him to his bedroom.

It held the same theme as his theatre living room but only a little more forward. There were camera's everywhere, movies lined up and down his wall and photos splayed over ever inch. A small closet displayed accurately arranged clothes and a door beside it must've been the bathroom. An Apple desktop sat in the corner over a black desk. His bed was large and made perfectly, with every corner tucked and smoothed.

"You can lie on the bed if you want." He proposed, stepping around her and taking his spot on the side closest to the door. Wearily, she walked around and sat her back against the headboard just as he did. Some TV show played quietly on the screen in front of them.

"Can we watch a movie?" Kiana asked, looking at him. He nodded to the wall behind her. She got out of bed to search through his collection. He had a wide range of genres and she was surprised to see the variations. Her favorite movie Fast 5 was the 3rd from the top and she grabbed it. His DVD player was right below the TV so she didn't need assistance with putting it in. She climbed back into bed when it began to play.

Sawyer could hardly focus on the movie. Kiana's velvety brown legs were crossed at the ankle, giving him a clear view of her toned calf. She was so shapely; he couldn't believe she danced. He stole a quick glance at her face and took a swallow. Kiana furrowed her brow when she felt his gaze on her for no more than a second.

A half hour or so passed when Sawyer started shifting on the bed. Kiana was too engrossed in the drag racing scene to notice he was inching toward her. It wasn't until his breath started tickling her neck was when she instinctively inched away. But Sawyer anticipated her movements and somehow kept her in place.

He was tenderly suckling and nipping on the skin of her neck. Kiana closed her eyes for a mere second. Her breath caught in her throat and when she exhaled it came out as a moan.

"I'm watching the movie." She sounded so weak, even though she had intentions on being stern. Sawyer kissed her neck, collar bone and the corner of her mouth before he stopped distracting her. He lay down in bed and pulled the covers up over himself.

"Come here." His baritone voice washed over her in ripples of pleasure.

"I said I was still—"

"I didn't ask you to turn the TV off, don't be complicated." He said in an even voice. His kisses were still reaping havoc over her body because she put the covers over her legs and slid down onto the bed and off the headboard without a fight. She laid her head on the pillow and stared up into the TV.

The movie was coming to an end when a rhythmic breathing filled her ears and an arm gathered her by her midsection. She gave Sawyer an annoyed look. But she met his closed lids. Kiana used that second to absorb his face. He looked so innocent. Looking at his visage, she couldn't believe what an insolent asshole he could be, but she knew firsthand.

Before Kiana could realize it, his warmth and comfort was coaxing her to sleep too.

Kiana woke Sawyer, but not intentionally. She was sweating profusely and speaking about something in her sleep. Sawyer kept her in his arms but listened to her words. He heard his name a few times, along with the phrase 'one night stand'. He was kind of hurt she thought of him that way but then again, he's done nothing to disclaim it. She had all the evidence to make that accusation. But he wanted more from her then that. He couldn't wait to talk to her about it when she woke up. When it seemed like she was beginning to calm down, she started talking about something else.

She kept saying the word 'daddy'. Was she talking about Sawyer? She couldn't be, she didn't seem like the type to be into that. Then she went on to rant about how he wouldn't speak to her and how much she loved him. Maybe it would be too soon to question her about her dreams. Sawyer felt like he was violating her privacy by listening to her mumbles. He wanted her to tell him everything on her own. It wasn't up to her what she said while she slept, so Sawyer tried to still consider all her words as private thoughts.

*

When Kiana woke up, she was in darkness. The wind began howling against the window and she almost forgot where she was. But the heavy body trapping her to the bed allowed her to remember.

"Sawyer." Kiana called softly. He didn't even budge. She tapped him on his arm a few times and he stirred awake with a deep sigh.

"Hm?" He groaned, holding onto her a little tighter and restricting her movement even more. He was a very possessive sleeper.

"I think the power is out." She whispered. Absolutely nothing was lit and the TV that was playing Fast 5 when she fell asleep was now pitched black. After a few seconds, Sawyer got out of bed. Kiana couldn't see what he was doing or where he was going but she tried to follow him with her ears. He rummaged through his drawers and came out with a flashlight. He turned it on and shined it right in her face.

Kiana squinted at the light and brought a hand up to cover her eyes. He went out to the living room and after a few minutes he came back with a few lit candles. She couldn't explain what she was feeling but she loved the fuzziness she felt. It was nice to have the candles lit in the darkness.

"Help me eat all the food in the fridge." He mumbled before trotting back into the living room. Kiana chuckled and followed him out with a candle in hand. He was leaning into the fridge and Kiana tried not to admire his body. He was so toned; the slightest movement highlighted a new muscle. His skin was silky and blemished in a few tiny, cute freckles and moles.

Sawyer was throwing food on the counters. He had fruits, shrimps, sandwich ingredients, milk and other random foods bound to spoil soon, splayed for her choosing. Kiana gravitated toward the fruits and put a green apple up to her lips. She leaned into a corner against the counters and watched Sawyer put chocolate syrup into his half gallon of milk. He put in a generous amount then shook it.

Kiana couldn't deny; it looked good. He added in enough for the once white milk to resemble the color of an almond. He took the container to his lips and drank pretty much half. Kiana held out her hand when he finally took a second to breathe. Sawyer moved on to the shrimp after she took over the milk.

Sawyer pushed the tray of shrimp toward her and watched as she climbed onto his counter. She crossed her legs; every time she sat down she crossed them. It was a sexy movement and he was sure she didn't intend it to be. He gazed at her as she ate and drank in silence. She was so sensual. Her curly hair was wild from her nap and she hardly looked 19. He didn't know how he'd gotten there, but he was somehow standing right before her. He put a hand between her crossed legs and parted them forcefully.

"What—" Kiana was about to protest to being roughed up like that, but Sawyer cut her short.

"Hush." He stood between her open knees and put his hands around her thighs.

She'll learn.

He thought while he looked into her scowling eyes. She'd learn to watch her tone with him because he'd only tolerate so much from her, with was . She wanted to be in control and have her way; it gave her comfort to call the shots. But Sawyer made that vow he wouldn't lay on his back when it came to her anymore, it never worked out in his favor.

"Can I ask you a question?" Kiana said through somewhat clenched teeth. Sawyer gave her a suspicious look before nodding in approval.

"Why me? Out of all those girls in Hooters that look like they'd be more your type." Kiana couldn't wait to hear his answer.

"What's my type?" He asked. Kiana should've known better then to expect him to not be complicated. She sucked her teeth and suddenly grew tired.

"Never mind. Can I get some more clothes?" She asked. Sawyer laughed as if someone said a pretty amusing joke. Kiana looked at him as if he were crazy. He continued to laugh as he buried his head deep into her neck. His breath pressed against the sensitive spot and she fought a tremble of excitement.

"...ass." That was all she got from his sentence.

"What?" She asked again. Sawyer chuckled a little more and then pulled his head up so she could hear him.

"I said you had the nicest ass." He could barely get out his sentence before he started howling again. Kiana had no idea on how that was funny but he turned red from his own pleasure. Kiana however, wasn't smiling.

"You stood out from the rest. For obvious reasons." It sounded like he was referring to the color of her skin, but in truth he was speaking on her beauty. Her co-workers were all gorgeous women, and probably were used to high amounts of attention. But they all looked the same. They tried to emulate a natural glow with tans and wore their hair straight in the same cut. Their bodies were all robotically slim and slender. But Kiana had mastered that sun kissed chocolate skin awhile ago with her voluminous curls and curvy body. She was nothing like those women, but even more stunning.

"You don't seem like the kind of guy..." She said, squinting at him with her head cocked to one side. Her sentence was so vague, but he still knew what she was referring to.

"I didn't think I was either until I met you. You're everything I never thought I'd be attracted to." He said, basking in his own words. Kiana constantly challenged him, she had stretch marks in places he'd never seen, she was 7 years younger than him and she was black. But somehow he came to the conclusion that she was just what he wanted.

Kiana on the other hand didn't know what to say. He was attracted to her but yet at one point he didn't think he could ever be. After sitting before him for a few more minutes in silence, she tried to free herself of his entrapment but he wasn't budging.

"Where are you going?"

"I want to get up." She said, trying unsuccessfully again.

"I think I like you here." He said back. He latched onto her again as if she were his mother orang-utan. His arms wrapped around her upper half and some of his hair lay idle beside her lip. At that moment, Kiana felt as if he were the younger of the two. She picked up on his constant need for cradling and she was almost certain it was a way to fulfill his sense of control. Or maybe his need for affection.