Friday, February 14, 2014
Best Present Ever on a Crash & Burn Night
Posted by Serena Shay
Nick nuzzled her ear, whispering, “I think this is Elly’s doing, though I doubt she’d admit it. She’s really brought out dad’s softness.”
“Softness is an admirable trait.” She winked, before leaning in and taking a nip of what she planned to have for dessert. “Hey, you taste like strawberry flapjacks!” She leaned back in for an even deeper taste of his lips.
“Ooh, gross, now you taste each other for previous eats…that’s just a little too close, ya know.”
Ziva’s stomach clenched at the sound of her BFF’s, Biggest Fricking Failure, voice and knew her Valentine Dinner was about to crash and burn.
“Go away, Reetha.” Nick growled.
“Now Nicky, is that anyway to talk to your loveable little sister? Especially in front of her date?”
Date? Dear Lupa, Reetha had been back in town for such a short time and already she was bringing a date to Valentine Dinner at the Grill. This was going to be bad. It always was when Ree worked this fast. Ziva turned toward the pair pulling chairs up to their table, making themselves comfortable and nearly jumped from her skin.
“Hey Tink…” Her very first sex partner grabbed her hand with both of his. “It’s me, Tark. Small world, huh.” There was nothing small about it when Reetha was involved. “You’re looking good.”
Holy hotness, ‘Tark’ had aged beyond well. No beer gut and premature balding as she’d always hoped.
His selfie had been mortifying, taken as she laid in the bed below the lion picture hating herself and wanting another. Nick’s growl pulled her back to the present and was effective enough that ‘Tark’ removed his hands from hers.
“Ooh, big bad wolfie there. You must be Ree’s brother…the one she sent my selfie too.” ‘Tark’ stuck his hand out waiting for Nick to reciprocate. When he didn’t ‘Tark’ dropped his, apparently unaffected by Nick’s refusal and kept on talking. “Names Tark LLewelyns.”
“That wasn’t a fake name?”
“No Tink, it wasn’t.” Once again, Tark grabbed her hand and Nick growled. Their fellow patrons were getting restless as one did when their Alpha was angry.
Ziva pulled her hand away, leveling a mean stare at Reetha, hoping the other she could read her utter distain from across the table.
“I mean, why would I? I never wanted it to end…I kind of figured the selfie said it all.”
“How exactly,” Nick barked, “Do you know my….”
“Date?” Tark interrupted. “No offence dude, but I was Tink’s first … you know helped her out with that virginity issue.”
Nick’s menace was loud enough to quiet the room and bring Vernon out from the kitchen, yet Tark the idiot lion/coyote mix just kept on talking.
“And I hope to be next on the list. The little whelp in her belly is doing marvelous things for her tits. I’m hoping this time she calls me Tark instead of whimpering Nick the whole time.”
Nick was out of his chair, and his skin, in a flash. His jaws reaching for Tark’s throat and nearly made it if not for Reetha shouldering him to the side. “Run!” She yelled at the already shifting mutt.
Vernon grabbed her out of the chair and into his arms before the table could come back and ram into her stomach, hurting the pup within. Ziva watched Nick scramble to his paws and give chase to the now extra furry coyote running down Main.
“Damn it, Reetha, what happened here?” Vernon snapped.
“I’m so sorry, Z.” Reetha whispered. “I wish I could explain.”
“Come to the back with me, sweetheart, I’ll get you some yummy steak for the babe.”
“Thanks, Vernon, but no. I’m just going to go.”
“Wait one minute, at least, while I get you the dessert Nick made for you…”
Nick made her dessert? This she had to see. “Okay.” Maybe it would improve this pisser of a holiday and make staying here with the utter disappointment in the friend department worth it.
“I understand if you hate me, Ziva, but I hope one day … “
“One day, what? You’ll stop the bad behavior, be a good friend and sibling? Have a heart?” Ziva hugged her purse to her chest, glad to see Vernon coming close to her with a to go box. “You know what, I’m not holding my breath for any of those things.”
“Here you are, sweetheart. Eat it soon.”
“Thanks Pops. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Ziva walked to her car, set the box on top and opened the driver’s door. She threw her purse inside and gave in to her curiosity. She popped the top of the box open and stared at the best present ever. A stack of Elly’s strawberry flapjacks with a message dyed into the top flap.
~~I LOVE YOU! And the O in love was made of whipped cream.~~
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