Can you hear me now? - Zander

[BIZ DAHLKE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #000000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #000000 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 986 ( TAGGED ) ZANDER ( OUTFIT ) HERE This was sick. A pathetic attempt to please her needs. Biz wasn't one to ever think of an excuse to see man, but something came over her that was just uncontrollable. All of a sudden she needed him, wanted him. She couldn't shake the feeling, and it was getting so far into her head as to the thought of her purposly hurting herself so he would help her. So she sat there on her couch, head between her legs, her hands on the top of her head, thinking. What was she supposed to do? She couldn't just show up to his place and tell him that she just wanted to see him, even though that was the case. Finally sitting back up she let out a long sigh that she didn't even think of humanly possible. "I need to do something. Can't just sit here all night thinking about that asshole." Biz wasn't sure what it was about this man. He was what every other guy she came across was. He was rough and tough like the rest of them. Knew how to shoot a gun and knew how to...take care of himself. Maybe that's what it was. Biz usually came across men in need of saving. In need of her help. There was never a time where she needed a man's help. She was always capable of doing something on her own. But when it came to that moment where she couldn't fix that large gash in her arm, or where she couldn't blow off steam any other way than shooting something, Zander was there with thread and needle and a gun range. Groaning she sat back on her couch. The stitches in her forarm were long gone and the scar reminded her every day of that weak moment she had while around him. After he had finished stiching her arm, she just couldn't help but completely throw herself at him. What was wrong with her? God she hated this "I need a drink.." she mumbled to herself. Stumbling over to the kitchen, she grabbed herself a cold beer from the fridge. Taking the largest drink she could, she set it down letting out a great huge sigh. It was really refreshing, and took her mind off of Zander for a moment of time. But soon her mind was drifing back to those strong arms, long torso, and well, the face of an angel. Mumbling to herself, she realized this problem wasn't going to be solved on her own. Rolling her eyes, she finished off her beer and grabbed her house keys. She figured a walk would hopefully solve everything that she needed. The night was comforting to her and darkness had fallen long before this so, she thought she knew she would be completely fine. Stepping out of her apartment, she turned around to make sure that the door was locked. Right now in her apartment there were some valubles she hadn't managed to sell yet, so they were just sitting there. God forbid someone come along and steal them from her. It wouldn't take long before she would track them down, or at least try to anyways. She wasn't the best tracker. She was really only good at getting in and out of windows. Oh and guns and swords. Walking the block she sighed and kicked at the ground, her arms crossed and her attention was off in lala land. Biz stopped in her tracks, finally getting the thought of Zander off of her mind. But when she turned around, the worst happened. There was a dog standing there. A big one. Most likely some german shepherd mix. Biz's eyes were wide. Dogs weren't usually her friends and she wasn't exactly ninja enough to get around them. This dog was right in her way, he or she, stood there just staring at her not moving. Trying to walk around the dog casually, it attacked. Without warning. And soon, she was on the ground being mauled by this large dog. Two minutes later, she laid there on the sidewalk. Scratches all over her neck and chest, arms and legs. The worst were the two large bite marks on her upper arm and her left shoulder. The shoulder she had actually been having problems with. Closing her eyes in the pain of trying to move she muttered "ow..." Blinking up at the sky, she was at least relieved to see that it was a nice night. Finally picking herself up, she stumbled back to her car, pretty sure that she shouldn't be driving. But the pain from the bites were much too serious, and Biz even knew that. They seemed to be even deeper than the gash she had gotten from the fence a few months before. Turning on the car, she just started driving, and driving...and driving. Before she knew it, she was at the driveway of a large estate. Groaning to herself she realized where she was. She was parked in the driveway of Zander's house. "Fuck" She yelled at herself. She hated herself for being so weak towards this guy. Rolling her eyes, she slowly climbed out of the car. Blood all over her white shirt, she hoped he would be able to see the pain she was in right then and there. After about five minutes to painfully walk up to the porch, Biz lifted her arm and banged on the door as hard as she could. When he answered, all she could do was sigh, dissapointed in herself for coming this far. "I hate to admit this but...I need your help.." She didn't move at all, and not admiting it to herself, but wanting every fiber of her being for him to pull her inside, tell her everything was okay, and to fix her like he had before. If it was so simple the first time, why would it be different the second? any and all notes can go here

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[zander]

Zander felt a hell of a lot more human now than he'd felt in the past five days. He'd been in Africa for the duration of those five days on a manhunt for a weapons dealer looking to trade off millions of dollars in weapons to a drug lord in El Salvador. Five days of trekking through crappy terrain looking for a proverbial needle in a haystack and surviving off of MRE's that tasted like chalk. Not one of his more preferred missions, but at the end of it all, it still gave him exactly what he needed. His adrenaline had been on a high and he'd been working his ass off, staying focused and staying alert. Just the way he liked to keep things.

But it was always kind of bittersweet when he finally got home. He brought his go bag back into the laundry room, dumped out the dirty clothing in it and replaced any and all provisions he needed before he took care of anything else. And then he replaced the go bag back in the front hall closet before making his way back towards his room, stripping down and heading for the shower immediately. Lord knew he needed it. After a good wash up, he had headed for his bedroom and threw on a pair of jeans. But where the hell did he go from there? What the hell did he do with his time from there? There was no one to come home to. No pets to keep him entertained. Did he sit in front of the tube with a beer for a few hours and get caught up on any sports he'd missed over the last few days until he finally felt tired enough to catch a few hours of shut eye?

For a moment, he just kind of stood there, looking dumb. He could pitch off a text to Kahlan. See where she was and what she was doing. Maybe he could have a few drinks with her and get a quick fix before moving on. He was just about to stumble his way towards his cell phone when the front door sounded. Frowning, he grabbed the Ruger he kept on top of the fridge and made his way for the door, tucking it back into the waistband of his pants at the small of his back.

He peered through the hole in the door and sighed when a familiar brunette head came into view. Shit. It was Biz. Zander eased up a bit, rolling his shoulders and running a hand through his hair before he tugged the door open. And that was when he saw the blood. "Holy shit, Biz. You get into a fight with a chainsaw or what?" He rolled his eyes when she said that she needed his help. "I think you need more than my help, Darlin'." He murmured, frowning and moving back so that she could step on inside. "Step into Dr. Z's office." He murmured, gesturing in the general direction of the kitchen.

Z stopped in the bathroom along the way long enough to grab the extensive first aid kit that he referred to as his 'holy shit kit' and then made his way back towards the kitchen, setting it down on the table. He pulled a chair out and popped his hand on top of her head, pushing her down into it. His eyes narrowed, however, when he got a good look at the mess she'd made of herself. "Christ, Woman." He didn't hesitate another moment, just grabbed both sides of her shirt and pulled the damned thing clear open. It was already ruined as it was anyhow. "Normally I'm a little more gentle when it comes to gettin' a woman's clothes off but..." He paused a moment, as he reached into the holy shit kit and pulled out some peroxide and gauze. "I think today I'll sacrifice finesse for urgency." He murmured as he started dabbing away at some of the blood. And once some of it was cleared away, he realized this was a bite mark he was looking at. "Darlin'... Whatever bit you, you need a tetanus shot." He shook his head. "I can stitch you up where I can and bandage you where I can but... Who the hell knows where whatever dog that bit you came from."

He looked up at her then and arched a brow at her. "When you ever gonna come see me when you're not bleedin' all over my carpets?" He asked her before breaking out into a lopsided grin. And damnit, despite the fact that she was covered in blood, he was doing his damndest not to look at the exposed skin he'd revealed when he'd ripped her shirt off of her. Instead, he focused on cleaning up the rest of the blood and setting up what he needed to stitch her up. But first... "Sit down, shut up and don't bitch at me." He said as he unwrapped a pre-loaded syringe, twisted the needle onto the end of it, removed the cap and shoved the needle into her shoulder, right where the worst of the damage was. She'd thank him in a few minutes for that. "A numbing agent. You're welcome." He said.

[BIZ DAHLKE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #000000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #000000 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 822 ( TAGGED ) ZANDER ( OUTFIT ) HERE The fact that she had showed up to Zander's house willingly really showed signs of crossed wires in her mind. The more she thought about it standing there at the front door, the more she thought about ding-dong-ditching and running away before he got there. But when he finally answered the door, she got a good long look at his face and the thought of leaving wasn't an option any longer. It was like her senses changed from irritated to a little woman in need. Biz bit her tongue, trying to convince herself that all she needed was to be fixed up and nothing else. That nothing, nothing would happen between them tonight. With her arms crossed and one hip out the sass was definitely there like it usually was. She heard him mention a fight with a chainsaw. Rolling her eyes she smiled "It gave me a dirty look? Can't just let that slide" She said before pushing past him slower than she wanted to into his kitchen. She caught a look at him out of the corner of her eye but stopped herself when another wave of pain shot through her arm. Wincing she tried to hide it by biting her tongue as hard as she could. When it was over she took a deep breath and sat down in the Kitchen. She had to admit she was glad he was able to help her, but if she hadn't been thinking about him in the first place, she wouldn't even be in this mess. She looked up at him, anger on her face, but anyone could see that she was strangely happy to be here. Watching as he sopped up all the blood she had to wonder how much blood dripped inside the car. The darkeness was good at hiding messes, and Biz almost knew that too well. When he talked about his gentle ways of taking a girls clothes off...if looks could kill. Biz was getting a little annoyed but yet, she was getting more excited. More excitement was in her than the need to smack him across the face like she had the first time he stiched her up. The only difference between then and now was that she was showing much more skin in relation to the time before. Not her fault. The dog had pretty much ripped a whole half of her shirt off, and she couldn't help feel the chill of his large empty house. Zander's touch gave her goosebumps, she was never going to admit that. For now, she was blaming it on the chilly AC. Biz was staring off in the distance, ready to let him do his business with the stiches, but when she heard "shot" she wasn't really a happy camper. "Hell no. I'm not getting a fucking shot. I don't give a shit where that dog has been." She said turning her head away from the sight of Zander. Biz wasn't a large fan of shots. A big bad theif that can slice you in half with a knife, and could turn you into swiss, was afraid of a little needle. This was almost as bad as the time she screamed at the spider out at the gun range. Why was it so easy for her to reaveal all of her weaknesses to this kid...involuntarily? She heard him ask when she could come visit him when she wasn't bleeding "Not like your carpets are that sentimental anyways. Besides, I have no excuse to show up otherwise.." No...excuse? Did she really just say that? Great Biz, now it's going to sound like you purposely got attacked by that dog... Biz gave a confused look in Zander's direction. What was up his ass tonight? Or...was she just being sensitive? Biz felt something jab her in the arm. "Dude!" She said through her teeth. Despite the very words of Zander ordering her to "sit down, shut up, and don't bitch at him" she knew that he ought to know better than to think she would be sitting there in silence throughout the trial. When he finally told her it was a numbing agent, her expression changed to something a little less angry. A blank expression took on her face and she muttered "Yeah well, thanks...I guess..." She rolled her head around for a second, her back and neck were killing her. Of course it was probably from being pushed to the ground with 120 pounds of dog. Looking down at her arm where it was becoming increasingly number by the second "Where was that thing the first time I was here?" She said in clear voice. The first time she had been there was a hell of a time for her. Literally like hell. A needle going in and out of her skin wasn't very bearable. Somehow she survived it like a good little girl scout but damn it still hurt. But in all fairness, the bite was even deeper than anything she'd ever had. Taking her good arm, she placed her elbow on the table and leaned her head in her hand, being sure to only move her head and not the rest of her body. "Whoever said humans were the top of the food chain were lying..." She said as she braced herself for the time she would be sitting in that chair having to deal with Zander. any and all notes can go here

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[zander]

"Hope you showed the damned thing who's boss then." He murmured in regards to the whole chainsaw thing. He wasn't sure what it was about this woman that was just so genuinely easy to be around. Maybe it was because she had the same damned dry sense of humour that he had. Who the hell knew? All he did know was that thinking straight was damned hard when she was around him. And he wasn't sure whether or not he actually liked that feeling. But in the end, he decided to sweep it under the rug and deal with the whole emotional mumbo jumbo bullshit later. Z couldn't afford to be emotional at any stage in the game. Opening up the world of emotions was just asking for a whole basket load of trouble in his world.

And he wasn't sure what to make of the expression on her face. It was an odd combination of pissed off and almost... thrilled. How the hell did a woman manage to display two such contrasting emotions with such clarity on her face? She was pissed off at the fact that he was so nonchalant about what he was doing and how he was doing it. Sure, he got that. But what about the rest of it. Was she happy because he was patching her up and she wouldn't have to go to the doctors or... He almost laughed at himself. Yeah, right. She's happy to see you, Jackass. He thought to himself, damned near rolling his eyes. No one was ever happy to see him unless it was one of his team mates and he was saving their asses from near certain doom.

He arched a brow at her and her volatile reaction to the whole shot thing. Then she'd be pissed with what came next, wouldn't she? Too bad. Pissed off people were Zander's speciality. Nine times out of ten he was the one pissing them off though. "Alright. But if your arm turns funky colors and falls off, don't come cryin' to me about it." He muttered. He looked at her a moment. "Seriously. Keep an eye on it all. And if you feel off in the slightest, you damned well get that perky ass of yours to a proper doctor." He commented, looking at her with a stern frown for a moment. And why the hell did he care so much? She was going to do what she wanted to do anyhow. He quirked a brow at her. "No excuse to show up, huh?" He asked her with a speculative look.

He had to smile despite her pissed off reaction to the needle. At least she didn't haul off and slug him one. "Dudette..." He said, giving her a pointed look. "I hadn't thought to restock it in the twelve hours since I'd used the last dose of it the last time you came knockin' on my door. Therefore I didn't have it at the time. However..." He tossed the packaging away and looked back at her. "I decided, since last time, that I'd better keep a personal stash of it locked away here." He paused again as he threaded the needle. "Guess I get brownie points for my foresight this time around."

He looked at her out of the corner of his eye as he positioned himself in front of her, sliding one knee in between her legs so that he could get close enough to do what he had to do. He was trying his hardest not to think of the close proximity between the pair of them... but he had to face the music. The woman was hot and he wanted her. He always seemed to want her. Instead, he talked to try and get his mind off of things. "Someone's not-so-friendly Fido decided to turn you into a midnight snack, huh?" He asked as he pushed the needle through the skin on her shoulder, knowing well enough that the numbing agent would have kicked in by now.

[BIZ DAHLKE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #000000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #000000 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 591 ( TAGGED ) ZANDER ( OUTFIT ) HERE The thought kept passing through her mind. The idea of just forgetting about him fixing her up and her just...no. She didn't want to pull a move on him like she had the last time she was here...and the time before that. But in all fairness she had to give him the award for best smoulder from the way he looked at her. Sitting there in the chilly kitchen, the goosebumps still residing on her skin were passed off by the cold air, and not by the way Zander was touching her. No not at all. Biz was completely fooling herself from the way that she felt about Zander. But it wasn't because she hated the feelings she had for this kid, most of them were from the way she had never felt them before. She actually enjoyed his company and the way he made so many dry remarks. You're just fooling yourself honey. Stop it. You're only into him because he has a nice body and knows how to shoot a gun.." Well of course she thought that was pretty hot, and well, he did look good with his shirt off. Too good in fact. Sitting there with her head tilted away from her shoulder, she brushed her hair out of the way. The only thing that would cause more pain was if something got in the way during the time he stitched her up. Letting out another sigh, she listened to him talk about the reason why he didn't have the numbing agent last time she needed stitches "Fascinating. Wanna tell me your life story while you're at it?" She said to him. Now she was getting irrated at herself, making all of her comments sound a little unnecessary, but she desereved it. She had been mauled by a dog, what else was she supposed to do but bitch? Biz rolled her eyes at the comment about the dog "Yeah turns out I look tasty. Who knew." She said shrugging her good shoulder. But that was just it. Why was it that Biz hadn't snapped that dogs neck like she usually did when one attacked her. When dogs attacked her she would easily throw them off or kill them, which ever was easiest. It was Zander. Because thinking about him threw off her motor skills so much that she was savagely bitten by a strange dog. Where the hell did that dog come from anyways? "Let's just say i'm glad it didn't come around for seconds. Took me almost ten minutes to walk to my car and drive my ass over here.." She admitted to him. She wasn't going to the hide the fact that she needed help from him because she didn't want to go to the doctor. Of course, it probably sounded like she was hopeless. And in a way, she was. Biz looked down at the wrong time and saw the needle go into her shoulder, she made a gross look and looked away from it, instead, she looked at the arms and body working the needle. Zander was sitting a little too close now just to get a better hold of the wound to stitch. She could practically feel his breath on her neck, which didn't help the goosebumps. Taking in a deep breath, she couldn't help but notice that they were close enough her chest almost touched him when she breathed in. She tried not to look at him, that would just make the situation worse, and she knew that more than she should have. any and all notes can go here

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[zander]

Zander tried his hardest to ignore the way his body reacted to her. Hell, he had to ignore the way his mind reacted to her too. There was no denying that she was one hell of a beautiful woman. He would have had to have been senile to deny the fact. But the attraction for him went so much deeper than that and he knew it. He just had yet to peg what it was about her that was so different. Sure he'd had a crush on Alison for a number of years, even as pathetic as he felt admitting to a crush for christ sake... But he'd never been quite this attracted to her. He'd never known, on a fundamental level, that there was something more that could be going on for the pair of them if he'd just open himself up to the opportunity. But he wasn't ready to go there. Doubted he'd ever be ready to go there.

He arched a brow at her and leaned back when she made the comment about giving her his life story. "Hey... Wrong thing to be sayin' to the guy with a needle in his hands. If you're not careful, I'll turn your pretty little ass into somethin' out of the Nightmare Before Christmas. So save the attitude for someone who's pussy enough not to tell you off when you get all bitchy." He said. And there it was. Point blank. He wouldn't have dared say anything of the sort to a lesser woman, but the fact of the matter was that Z knew that she could handle him at his worst.

And that was when it struck him. This woman didn't know a major chunk of his life. She didn't know that, when he left town for days or weeks on end, he wasn't on some pleasure cruise somewhere pretty. She didn't know that he spent his time in Africa or El Salvador doing shit that the American government would never even cop to knowing about. She didn't know what he got up to. Had never bothered asking about what exactly it was that he did for a living. Nothing like that. But already he knew that he was more himself with her than he'd ever been with another woman. Even Alison. Some part of him still wanted to protect her from the big baddies in the world and he knew that the thought of that would drive her insane. Some part of him wanted to protect Biz too... but the rational part of him knew damned well that this woman could hold her own.

And that was sexy as hell.

"Well, Darlin'..." He started, eyeing his handy work for a moment as he finished up the last few stitches. "I could have told you just how damn good you taste." He commented, snipping the end of the thread. "All you had to do was ask." He commented, giving her a grin. He got to work with cleaning away the excess blood from the suturing and bandaging the shoulder up for her. "And if anything like this ever happens again, you know I'm just a call away. I don't need your pretty ass bleedin' out all over a sidewalk somewhere. It'd be a damn shame." He commented. Such a typical response from him... He displayed that he cared for her in some fashion and then overshadowed it by a comment that was bound to irritate her.

But then, as he taped up the last of the bandage, he couldn't seem to help himself. He leaned in a pressed a slow kiss to the bandage, sliding one hand up along her ribs before he pulled away and gave her one of those slow, smooth smiles. "To help with the healin' process." He murmured. But he didn't pull away from her right away. He just held her pinned there with a steady gaze. And then, just as soon as it had happened, he pushed away from her. "All patched up, Little Red Riding Hood. Don't let the big bad wolf eat you again. There're those of us who'd have much more fun doin' the job for you."

[BIZ DAHLKE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #000000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #000000 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 662 ( TAGGED ) ZANDER ( OUTFIT ) HERE Biz could feel his breath, his heat near her own skin. But as he continued the sewing job on her arm, it only made it that much more unbearable. Things with Biz had never been complicated. She was always point blank when it came to telling people what she thought about them. The problem being, was that Biz usually told people what was what when she hated them or wanted to shoot them. With Zander is was different. She didn't want to shoot him, she didn't even hate him. She just thought he was a dangerous guy with a cute smile and a humor that made her want to slap him. And for some reason, that was so hard for Biz to admit. For a woman who could hold her own in any situation, she couldn't believe that something like this had happened. "If there is a god, he's definitely a heartless bastard like the rest of us." She thought to herself. It was like his little way of laughing at her. It took a minute for Biz to process what Zander was saying. He really didn't hold anything back when she irritated him did he? Well she could take it, and he knew that. Biz didn't give a shit what anyone said to her. Words were the least of her worries and the last thing on her "Things I give fucks about" list. "As I recall, you gave me a threat like that before. Besides, why would you want to turn a 'pretty little ass' like myself into something ugly. It'd be a waste of flesh don't you think?" She gave him a quick wink, actually letting out a small laugh. Sort of like a giggle, something that was more embarrassing than she wanted to come out. Turning her head away from him, she didn't want him to actually see her being...cute...it wouldn't do anything good for her reputation. Although the way he could stand up to her told her that he didn't give a rat's ass anyways. Biz turned her head towards Zander when he commented on how she tasted. "Thanks for the insight. Why would I even need to know what I taste like? I'm not a menu item you know." She said shooting him a bratty look, but she knew that it was partially because she loved to tease the hell out of him. Letting out a sigh she put her hand down into her lap and responded to Zander's comment about her bleeding out all over the sidewalk, "Hey now, isn't it enough that I admitted to needing your help earlier? I can at least keep some of my pride by getting my ass over here by myself. And since I know how much you like to see me, i'll just keep you as my primary doctor if you don't mind. You're a little less creepy, I have to admit." She said, talking more than she had initially planned to, but glad that she finally stopped herself. Finally, she had gotten the idea of kissing all over Zander out of her head. But it didn't help keep the vanished idea at bay as Zander's lips touched her bandaged shoulder. She took in a deep breath as she watched him kiss it gently. She calmed down at little more when he told her it was for the "healing process" but the hand on her ribs told her otherwise. She looked him in the eyes without saying anything, and just as he pulled away she pulled herself out of the trance she was in. Rolling her eyes at the comment of red riding hood she looked down. "Damn...well it's sure going to be a fun time driving home without a shirt. Sure as hell hope I don't get pulled over..." She said, it was a hell of a loaded statement, and the way that she wanted him to answer was probably way off from what he was thinking but...a girl can dream. any and all notes can go here

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[zander]

"Some days I have to wonder if it wouldn't be worth gettin' rid of the aggravation." He muttered, but there was a smile on his face even as he said the words. No way in hell would he do anything to harm that beautiful body. Zander knew, a little too well, perhaps, what that woman was capable of with that incredible body. And he knew damned well that he wanted to experience it time and time again. Even if he was the kind of guy to keep things simple with 'no-strings' sex... Even if Biz made him want to break all kinds of his own rules... He had to keep his head on his shoulders and keep trucking on. No matter how much he liked the woman in front of him, he brought a whole wealth of excess baggage and bullshit with him that he didn't want to contemplate dragging her into. Did he?

He just smirked at her comments about not wanting to know what she tasted like. "Oh you know damned well what I was really talkin' about there, Sunshine." He commented, that same half-smile creased into his lips. Why was she so damned attractive? Why did she know just the things to say to either egg him on or just frustrate the hell out of him? More importantly, why did he like being frustrated by her so damned much when he could just as easily have walked away from it all and carried on with his life in a much less complicated fashion. He wouldn't have had to contemplate anything as trivial as emotions that way.

Right?

He pinned her with a gaze for a moment, but tried to ease some of the intensity from the look so that she didn't read more than he wanted her to read into it in the moment. "Pride is bullshit if it means that you're gonna bleed out somewhere, Biz." He said, his movements becoming jerky for a moment. "I've worked with some of the toughtest and baddest guys in the world and every one of them will admit a fault or flaw when they have it because failing to do so is only gonna get someone killed. Maybe someone else. Maybe yourself." He said. And there was his little bit of wisdom for the day. "No one's invincible." He commented. And then he made an attempt at lightening the mood just a hint. "But I'm about as damn close as it gets." He grinned at her.

He was cleaning everything up when she made the comment about driving home without a shirt. "And who the hell said I was gonna let you go anywhere?" He asked her, arching a brow. "If you say I'm now officially your doctor, then Doctor's orders are to stay put right the hell where you are." He commented simply enough. "You were just mauled by a bloody dog, Woman. Just take it easy for one night, will you?" He asked her, frowning in her direction. And he had to admit... he liked the idea of her spending the night way too damned much. "In the mornin', I'll lend you a t-shirt or somethin'... though it'll probably be more of a dress on you, and you can hit the road once you've had some sleep and a chance to rest up a bit." He said. There was no question in his voice. He was giving her an order at the moment.

[BIZ DAHLKE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #000000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #000000 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 961 ( TAGGED ) ZANDER ( OUTFIT ) HERE Biz had trouble hiding the smile that came to her lips when Zander commented about getting rid of the aggrivation. She couldn't believe it. She was actually smiling. It was a genuine smile that she shared with Zander right there. Just the look on his face made her expression and feeling change for a whole second there. Closing her eyes and get away from the thought she needed to focus on something else. "Glad to know that you feel so strongly about getting rid of me. You care so much." She said, sitting there in the kitchen chair. For a moment, Biz had completely forgotten the fact that she was still topless, which didn't help with the subject of the way that she "tasted" according to Zander. Rolling her eyes at him she said "Oh I know what you meant, I'm just taken abback on how you keep talking about it. Not like you tasted the rainbow or anything. Besides, is that the only thing you remember from the first time I was here?" Biz said letting a small smirk form upon her lips. Okay, so Zander and Biz had spent nights together before, and honestly it was pretty memorable. But she was pretty intrigued by the way he seemed to talk about it so easily like he was the king of the bed or something. Although, she didn't mind the idea of staying more nights with Zander. Zander was one attractive piece of meat, she had to give him that, and well, he was good in...other areas too. But she wasn't going to let him have his moment yet. Besides, he seemed to be eating up whatever she threw at him already...eating...god back to that subject again. "Oh god here we go..." Biz mutttered under her breath. Zander in a sense was like a big brother. Especially to someone like Ali. For a guy who had a crush on her, he sure acted like her father. Always talking about how she didn't need to put up with her terrible fiance, etc.,etc. Biz mentioned one thing about her pride and now she knew that she would never hear the end of this. Biz blew a piece of hair out of her face and rolled her eyes at him. "I don't care. I obviously got here just fine. Besides, you only live like five minutes away. I didn't bleed that much." She said to him, a little irritated with his new take on her situation. Just a second ago, he sounded happy to be her new "doctor" but now it sounded to her like she was genuinely concerned. She let out a laugh at his comment about how close he was to being invincible "Hey, you can thank the ego fairy for that one preacher boy." She said to him. Getting lectured by Zander was the last thing she wanted, but it was still strangely attractive, and it brought her mind back to dirty places that she thought she was rid of. Biz was already standing up and stretching as much as she could. And right before she could head toward the door, she heard Zander mention something about not letting her go anywhere. "So just what am I supposed to do my good sir." She said to him before he continued to say that she should stay there for the night. She gave him a confused look like she was shocked he didn't want her to leave. And in all reality she was. The last time she was here she threw herself at him, but ended up leaving before the night was even over, and now he wants to her to stay here? All of a sudden Biz didn't know what her emotions were doing and she took a few steps closer to where Zander was. Sighing, she leaned against the kitchen counter and said "you know, I can take it easy in my own bed." Biz played hard to get more than she needed to. It wasn't even for her own good, it was just her dumb mind thinking that it was okay to turn down an attractive man offering his bed for the night. Biz crossed her arms and gave him a look. After a few seconds of extended I contact with him she threw up her hands "Fine, whatever. I guess i'll stay here tonight. And just to let you know, you'll probably never get the shirt back so don't let me take a good one." She said trying to lighten up her mood a little bit. She didn't like the idea of Zander winning but he had won this time. With all the thoughts of him on her mind, there was no way she was going to turn this down, no matter how much she wanted to return home and climb inside of her shame cube. But Biz was curious as to how much he really wanted her here. Raising an eyebrow she said to him "So, my guess is i'm taking the couch? Sounds comfy. Unless..." She bit her lip and continued "...you get a little lonely in that big bed of yours. Then I guess i'll play good citizen and keep you company." Biz was now at the same distance from Zander as she was before while he was stiching her up. And honestly it felt great, she didn't want to move from the spot that she was in. And she didn't want to admit it, but the idea of staying there for a night, and taking one of his shirts in the morning sounded better in her head the more she thought about it. Damn Zander was winning by a landslide, and Biz didn't know how many more rounds she would go before giving in completely. any and all notes can go here

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[zander]

Zander was completely taken aback by that smile for a moment. Had he ever seen the woman completely smile like that? No. He was pretty damned sure that he hadn't because he'd sure as hell remember it. It seemed to transform her in an instant from just beautiful and badass to a complete and utter stunner. He needed to stop this damned train of thought before his brain exploded. He was pretty sure it was on the right path to self destruction at that very moment. And when the comment that went along with it came, he couldn't help but give her a returning, dimpled grin. "Hey. You get more privileges than most." He commented. And wasn't that the truth. There weren't an assload of people who even knew where he lived, let alone had an invitation to call him up whenever the hell they wanted.

He smirked at her sassy comments and shook his head. "Felt pretty damn close to the rainbow from where I'm sittin' at." He muttered as he cleaned on up. She was one of those women who were confusing as hell. One minute she was looking at him like she wanted to devour him whole, the next minute she was putting him off by making some kind of a snarky comment. And he had to wonder momentarily... She was attracted to him - He wasn't second guessing that. But what he was pondering about was whether or not she wanted to be attracted to him. His guess was a whopping no. And why that bothered him, he had no idea. "I remember a whole hell of a lot about that night." He commented almost absently.

And the way she reacted to him giving her the invitation to call him any time... well... that just downright pissed him off. He was a man used to giving and taking orders without question. She was completely ignoring the hell out of them and treating him like he had no idea what he was talking about. He cared, God damnit, and he certainly didn't want to at the moment because she was throwing it all right back into his face. He just locked his jaw, grinding his teeth together. His movements became jerky once again. Another telltale sign that she was pissing him off. But the problem was that he didn't know why the hell he was so susceptible to her. He arched a brow, looking back at her when she said that he could thank the ego fairy for his comment. "He and I are reaaaal tight." He murmured.

Not that he truly believed he was invincible. He'd thought that, once upon a time. He'd thought that both he and his best friend were invincible and that no one could get in their way. But he'd been wrong. He'd been so damned wrong. And before he'd known it, he'd been coming home for his best friend's funeral rather than a few celebratory beers. He'd been cursing Alex for having gotten himself killed because then he'd felt well and truly alone in life. No. He didn't truly think he was invincible, but it was a nice damned thought to have nonetheless. If only...

Zander all but glared at her when she suggested that she could take it easy in her own bed. "And in order to take it easy, you'd have to get your ass back into your car and drive home after you've lost a fair amount of blood, are numb in the shoulder and are probably more fucking tired than you want to admit." He glared daggers at her. No. He wasn't letting her off the hook that damned easily. He rolled his eyes about her comment about him never getting his shirt back again. "A shirt's a shirt." He mumbled, trying not to let it show just how pleased he was with the fact that she was, indeed, going to stay the night.

He arched a brow when she mentioned sleeping arrangements. "Actually... Seeing as that shoulder of yours is still screwed up, I was going to suggest me taking the couch but hey... Now I'm worried that you might get lonely in that big ol' bed of mine." He smirked at her. She was nice and damned close to him now. Wouldn't take much effort to reach out and circle her waist with his hands... Pull her flush against him. "Or..." He did snake his arms around her waist this time and pull her against his body. And damn the contact felt good. She was still shirtless and he'd never had a shirt on to begin with. "Or you could just sleep on top of me."

[BIZ DAHLKE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #000000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #000000 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 879 ( TAGGED ) ZANDER ( OUTFIT ) HERE Although Biz was all sewn up with bandages and her arm still a little numb, she was still in extreme denial about the way she just wanted to fall over and sleep until daybreak. The unfortunate reality was that it was already early hours of the morning, and it wouldn't be too long before the light would come in and she would be on her merry way back to her lonely apartment...without Zander. The more Biz thought about staying there with Zander, the more she liked the idea. She had a small glimpse into the future of them laying next to each other. And the image was somehow...comforting. If that was the right word to use. The first time Biz had ever come to Zander's house, was to blow off some steam. Literally. He supplied the amo and the location, and Biz, well she provided the nice ass for the evening. After they shot off a few rounds and them both being thoroughly impressed with the way they handled guns, it was only natural for them to head back into his house and do things that little kids shouldn't learn about until high school. And althought Biz was one to not get attached after sex, there was something about Zander that made her, attached. After that night, she didn't know about it at all. But as soon as he helped her out after her accident with the chain-link fence, that all changed. And something in her brain told her that she wanted him, needed him. And it didn't take long before it began to ruin everything Biz began to work for. It was a close enough call when she was almost picked up by the police a few days earlier. Biz had a tendancy to irritate people on a large scale. And Zander was no exception to it. So when she irritated him, she could tell. It didn't take long for Biz to notice the sudden tention with Zander, and oddly enough, she felt bad. She felt bad enough to a point where she almost wanted to apologize. But, boy was she glad when he moved on, commenting on the way she brought up an "ego fairy" Biz shook her head at him, "Yeah, it's not hard to tell..I'm sure you two have a nice bromance going on." Biz said, not even thinking about it. But unfortunately, they were still on the subject of her leaving or staying. And it actually amused Biz to keep talking about leaving and going home right then and there because it seemed to make Zander want her to stay there more and more. It was obvious that they were both attracted to each other, but Biz would never admit the actual feelings she had for this guy. It would just make herself feel...weak. Weaker than she had been feeling already. If it wasn't enough weakness showing that she needed help, what was next? Falling over and asking him to help her back up? In a sense, he already did that. But whatever, she hated giving him credit. Even when he rightfullly deserved it. Biz gave an offended look at Zander when he mentioned that she might get lonely in his bed by herself. And in all honesty, she probably would. Zander's bed was two times the size of hers and well, she didn't really like to sleep alone when the oppertunity arose to sleep with someone else. Shrugging she said to him "yeah I gotta admit, it would get pretty lonely. I don't know how you do it every night. Unless...you aren't lonely every night when i'm not here..." She questioned. And now it was getting to the point to where if she did find someone else was in the bed with Zander, she wouldn't hesitate to find the said woman and give her a good kick to the face. Things seemed to be going more downhill for Biz as the conversation went on. And it wasn't until Zander pulled her close to him when she realized just what she really needed to solve the dilema. They were standing chest to chest now, and damn, she loved the feeling. it was pretty much what she had been wanting for days on end now. To be against him, and him against her. And it didn't matter that she had stiches in her arm and it was still semi-numb. All she cared about was the way they were so close now. Plus the fact that they both didn't have shirts on, didn't make the situation any less bearable. Looking him in the eyes, she listened to him mention the idea of her sleeping on top of him. Biz knew she had to keep driving him crazy for as long as she could before cutting loose. "But if I sleep on top of you, there is a whole other portion of the bed just...gone to waste. We need to make use of it somehow...don't you think?" She gave him a little smirk, then rested her hands on his broad shoulders. If she wasn't going to give in now, she wondered just how much longer she could withstand the sexual tension. By now, she was pretty sure that she could cut it with a knife...a butter knife. any and all notes can go here

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[zander]

Yeah, Zander was liking the idea of Biz staying over more than he wanted to admit. He really was. And given the shape she was in at the moment and the fact that he hadn't been lying when he said he thought she was probably pretty damned tired, he should have felt like shit for wanting her in that way. The smart thing to do probably would have been to drive her home himself, make sure she made it into her own bed and made sure that she actually stayed there until she passed out. But then... seeing her in bed probably would have provoked all kinds of other ideas. Shit, he was the worst kind of scum.

He had to smirk at her comments about his bromance with the ego fairy. Somehow, this woman knew how to bring the teasing side out of him, even when they were in a serious situation. Not that Zander wasn't typically a joker. But when it came to a serious situation where someone was hurt, it usually took the humour out of him pretty damned quickly. But at the moment, he almost felt like a doctor, with the exception to the fact that he fully intended on enjoying all of the things that his little patient had to offer. Yeah. He really was the worst kind of scum, wasn't he?

He looked at her for a long moment when she asked about how he managed not to get lonely in his bed at night. And then proceeded, in an off-handed way, to press for information as to whether or not he wound up sleeping with other women. Now. Wasn't that interesting? He wasn't even sure if she really knew what it was that she was doing, but he took a moment to lean back against the kitchen counter, eyeing her before he folded his arms over his chest. "Some nights are better than others." He admitted to her with a speculative look in his eye. He was curious as to how she'd react to the fact that she wasn't the only woman he had been sleeping with. It wasn't as if they'd admitted any feelings for one another or anything of the sort...

And then things heated up a degree... or ten as it would be. He pulled her nice and close, flush against his body and watched her eyes heat up with a warmth that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. He gave her a slow, easy smile when she said that they would put the rest of the bed to waste if they didn't occupy it. "Oh, I'm pretty sure that the rest of the bed'll see plenty of action by the time everything's said and done." He paused a moment and looked over to the hallway that lead to his bedroom as if he were speculating the distance from where they were standing to the bedroom. "I mean... if we even manage to make it there."

[BIZ DAHLKE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #000000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #000000 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 773 ( TAGGED ) ZANDER ( OUTFIT ) HERE So far, tonight had gone better than Biz had planned. It was almost like she was greatful to the dog who almost ripped her in half. It it wasn't for that mutt, she wouldn't be in Zander's kitchen right then and there without a shirt. The stitches were just something that came with the package but in all honestly Biz didn't really care. The reality of it all was that Biz was greatful to the dog because it gave her an excuse to see Zander, and all of his sexiness along with it. It didn't help that he responded to her humor just as well as she demonstrated her own. For the whole night, Biz had been one trainwreck of a mess. From the beginning of the day it was "Zander. Food. Shower. Zander. Zander. Dog biting my face off. Zander. Zander. Zander. Zander." The whole day was 60% thoughts of Zander and although it was barely more than half, half was a lot for the human brain, and Biz knew that all too well. But the only thing that was on her mind when Zander mentioned his nights with other women, was jealousy. Not anger, not sadness, just pure green-eyed monster. And Biz was going to keep that hidden from him if it was the last thing she could do on the planet Earth. Unfortunately, what she thought on the inside didn't exactly match the outside. As soon as Zander mentioned some nights being better than others, the same tension that Zander had when he was irritated with her, came over Biz at the speed of light. Biz couldn't help but sit there and poke at her numb arm. The last time anything was numb was her foot after sitting on it too long. She had to give Zander credit for being nice enough to actually numb it for her in the first place. It felt a hell of a lot better than just sewing it blind like he did the first time. She knew it would make a pretty kick ass battle wound that people could be intimidated by. She knew a lot of people that had pretty nice battle scars and showed them proudly. For future reference, if anyone were to ask what happened. She would say she went to nam or something...those guys believe anything that comes out of a woman's mouth. Tightening her jaw she nodded "Oh, well maybe I need to get injured more often. Of course that makes for some painful after activities." Biz knew that Zander damn well knew what she was talking about. If Zander needed someone to well...keep him company...she found it strange that she would volunteer without hesitation. And the thought hadn't really occured, but usually she would be drowned in the thought of how many good houses she missed that night. But now, on her nightly runs, she would think about how much she would be missing out with Zander by taking the house instead of him. As the moments went on and on, it was becoming clearer that Biz really did care about him, even if she was still in denial about it. The fact that Biz was pressed up tightly against Zander's body really meant that she wasn't going to move anywhere soon. And she didn't want to for that matter. Biz just had to raise an eyebrow about his comment of the usage for the bed space. "Someone's pretty confident. You wanna put your money where your mouth is?" Okay well, it was safe to say that Biz had just let loose. It was like her mind was finished with egging him on. She knew that he wanted her, and she knew that she wanted him. Nothing different from the other two times she had been ther before. But this time was different in a way, considering the fact that Biz really did care about Zander. In a way, it was like...a way for her mind to convince her that she actually had human emotions. And honestly, it was a new thing to her. Biz stood there against him, and she listened to him speak loud and clear. And is sure was loud and clear when he was so close to her. It was hard for her to deny anything that came out of his mouth from there on out. But when he said something about them even making it to the bedroom. She had to make a puzzled expression. She wasn't sure if he meant she would fall asleep before anything happened, or if the kitchen counter made a nice substitute for a bed. Either way, she would be okay with it. any and all notes can go here

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[zander]

And there it was. The response he was looking for at the moment. The tension that rocketed through her body when he suggested that he hadn't spent all of his nights alone. The implication that there had, indeed, been other women in his bed while she hadn't been warming it. So Zander had to wonder for a moment exactly what that meant for the pair of them. He wasn't even sure that she realized that she'd had a reaction at all in the first place. He wasn't sure if she'd meant to give away as much as she had, but she'd given away a hell of a lot and now Zander was left with wondering what the hell it all meant in the end. Christ... maybe this was why he tried not to tangle with women too much. But something told him Biz would be well worth it.

He arched a brow at her and the way her jaw tightened her jaw after his comment about how the rest of the bed would see plenty of action. "Hey... You don't have to wind up wounded in order to come share my bed, Darlin'." He commented as he snapped closed the kit. "In fact, I'm pretty damned sure that I'd appreciate the hell out of the uninjured you a lot more." He said, grinning at her. He couldn't help himself. She made it so damned easy to get to her and she made it far too easy to make comments like those. He enjoyed them a little too much and enjoyed the hell out of seeing her flustered because he had a damned good feeling that not a whole hell of a lot got to this woman. He would wear it like a badge of honor knowing that he could get to her.

He looked at her pointedly a moment when she told him to put his money where his mouth was. "Isn't any money involved in this." He commented, letting one hand trail up along her spine just to elicit the response from her. He moved his head closer to hers, his lips brushing against her ear. "Besides... You've never seemed to leave unsatisfied in the past." He commented, pulling back to watch her reaction momentarily. But he did bring up a damned good point. The way they were going, they sure as hell weren't going to make it to the bedroom. He could see her speculating the possibilities and he had to grin when she took a look at the kitchen counter.

"Oh you dirty, dirty girl." He commented, grinning at her and shaking his head. But he didn't complain in the least. Instead, he grabbed hold of her and spun her in the direction of the kitchen, gripping her hips and lifting her up onto the counter in front of him. He planted a hand on either side of her body on the counter and leaned in towards her some. "By the way... Have I mentioned how hot you are with that little flash of jealousy coursing through your veins, Biz?" He asked her, tilting his head to the side a little. "Very damned hot." He murmured. And he had no idea that what came next would be nothing short of incredible for the pair of them. It always was.

[BIZ DAHLKE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #000000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #000000 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 687 ( TAGGED ) ZANDER ( OUTFIT ) HERE Biz sat there and couldn't help but roll her eyes at Zander. For how much he had helped her, it still hadn't helped the way she really wanted him. And she knew, that whether they slept together tonight or did another time, she would still come back wanting more. For the longest time, Biz told herself not to get emotionally attached to anyone that she slept with. And although she didn't sleep with anything that had legs on it, she still got around enough to know that getting emotionally attched would have her end up....well....end up the way she was acting tonight around Zander. The way he helped her, but still respected her independence. The way he stood up for her, but knew that she could take care of it herself just made him that much more intoxicating. And so was the way his smile just shot through her body like she was a dummy target at the gun range. Biz showed a half smile on her lips as he said he would prefer her to be uninjured much more than her injured self. "Well, Big Bad Zander afraid he's going to be too much for me? Don't flatter yourself sweety." She said, just trying to push his buttons a little more. Although, she had to agree, it would be much more...enjoyable if her arm or something else injured wouldn't be in stabbing pain throughout the whole night. Of course, it wasn't the first thing on her mind, it would still be coming in at a close second. A million chills went up and down her spine as Zander whispered in her ear about the satisfaction. And it was true, she had never left his house dissapointed in any of the recent activities. She gave a menacing smile, "Oh wouldn't you just love me to agree." To be nothing short of the truth, Biz knew that she couldn't keep fooling herself away from Zander. From the way their bodies touched, the way they spoke to each other, there was no escaping the physical and emotional grasp of Zander. Damn he was good. Good at pretty much everything. No man before would have even come close to grinding her bones in a pleasurable way. Biz let out a genuine laugh when he called her a dirty girl. Well, she had to admit. There was a very slim possibility of them making it to the bedroom before inappropriate things began to start happening. Biz was very surprised at the fact that she hadn't made any type of move on him physically yet. The way that they weren't already putting the kitchen counter to good use just intrigued her. Maybe she had more will-power than she thought she had. And when she thought about it, just hours before, she was sitting in her apartment doing nothing with her life but filling her thoughts up with Zander, and even though she wondered if he ever thought about her, she wasn't about to turn this into some Romantic Drama movie. Biz shrugged at him "What in your mind tells you that we'll be able to make it to your bed?" She said, sitting on the counter with her forehead against his. The closeness was very much welcomed as far as she was concerned, but when he mentioned her being jealous, she backed her head away, and threw her hands into her lap off of him. "I'm not jealous of anything. I..." She needed to think of a way out of this. She was very jealous when Zander mentioned another woman in his bed, but she couldn't let him know that...even though he already did. ...was just a little worried you would think someone would give you better company than myself..." In a sense, she really just respoke what Zander had just said. It was like rephrasing the words "Yes I was jealous because I want to be in your bed not some other slutty bimbo." And the more she thought about it, the more she wished she could have said that differently. Too late now, she was too far in with that one. any and all notes can go here

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5