Unrequited

Bar Scene

Time came to a halt for Moira and her laugh died on her lips when the bar door swung open. With a stoic look on his face Asher walked into the bar. She never could understood how he could look so attractive in anything he decided to wear. Swearing under her breathe she chastised herself for allowing herself to get off track when obviously she should be worried. Now was definitely not the time to be thinking about how good he looked. Watching him, she knew she was in trouble. He scanned the room and their eyes locked; his were hard and dangerous, hers wide and nervous. After what seemed an eternity he broke the contact and walked purposely over to Colton who was leaning against the bar nursing his own drink. Asher nodded a hello to Colton and ordered himself a drink.

"Thanks for making sure the little darlings stayed out of trouble tonight." Asher's voice dripped with sarcasm. He sat on the stool next to Colton making sure he could keep an eye on Moira in case she decided to run. When he had walked in he could see the panic written all over her face and had no doubt that she would ditch him again given the opportunity.

"No problem. You know I have an affinity for trying to spend time with women who say they hate me." Colton's sad eyes drifted over to the table where the women sat. Asher felt bad for his friend, but Emma was not his problem, he refused to interfere, even if she was his sister.

"She's a grudge holder, but she loves you. Even if she won't admit it. She'll come around eventually." Asher put a hand on his friends shoulder trying to show support. His gaze slipped back to Moira. The woman had no idea how provocative she looked in her little summer dress. He saw a few hungry male eyes looking at her and felt his jaw clench in anger. He was thankful Colton had been at the bar tonight knowing that is what was going to save Moira from the brunt of his anger and frustration.

Moira could feel herself start to panic. Grabbing the nearest shot, she threw it back. Coughing uncontrollably a grimace spread across her face as she felt the burn slide down her throat to her stomach. Her flight responses clicked into high gear and every survival instinct her body had told her to run like hell. Grabbing her purse, she threw some money on the table.

"Emma, grab your stuff, we are making a run for it." When Emma never gave a response, Moira glanced up to see what was wrong. Just then she felt a hand on her arm and she knew she was too late.

"I paid your tab, we are leaving now." Asher's voice was brimming with controlled quiet anger. Moira felt herself stiffen and jerk her arm back. "I don't think so Asher, Emma and I are were just leaving." Moira turned to grab Emma and make a run for the door when she realized her friend was arguing with Colton in the corner.

Asher tightened his grip on her arm and leaned in even closer to her "You can walk out with me now, or I can throw you over my shoulder and really give these people something to talk about tomorrow." Moira could feel the anger radiating off of Asher and sighed deeply. There was no way of getting home and she had a feeling Emma was going to be busy for a long while dealing with Colton. Realizing she wasn't going to win this battle, she grabbed her purse and turned back towards Asher. "Alright, lets go." Asher's eyes traveled up and down her body. As they came back up they lingered on the deep V of the dress, and slowly made their way up to her lips. Moira bit down on them nervously as her body got even warmer under his gaze. She felt herself holding her breath as Asher's eyes met hers. He mockingly raised his eyebrow at her. Moira felt an angry retort rise up inside her and opened her mouth to share exactly what she was thinking when Asher interrupted her. "I would refrain from saying what you are thinking until get back." Looking around she could see that although they were being discrete, they were definitely being watched.

Asher led her out of the bar with his hand on her lower back. As they got outside Moira pulled away and glared at him. "I believe you made your point, now if you excuse me I will be checking into a hotel since I have no desire to return to your house tonight."

Asher's jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed on her further. "Get in the car Moira, or I will put you in it myself," Asher's voice held a warning that Moira knew would lead to disaster if she chose to ignore him. He lifted an eyebrow at her as if saying "care to try me." Looking around Moira noticed that there were a few people loitering outside the bar. Weighing her options of standing her ground and being thrown over his shoulder like a child versus resentfully climbing into the car, she decided on the option that would lead to the least amount of embarrassment. Moira walked around to the passenger side and climbed in. Even though it was childish, she slammed the door extra hard to grate his nerves. Glancing through the window, she knew that it had worked. His cold eyes met hers before he turned and walked around to the driver's side. Leaning her head back against the seat, she closed her eyes. She heard him close his door and start the car, but she refused to look over at him during the whole car ride home.

The five minute ride home was silent. She had accepted the fact that Asher wasn't going to allow her to go to bed until they had their confrontation. When they got home, Asher led Moira to his office and closed the door. He still hadn't said anything since they had left the bar and Moira felt herself getting extremely uncomfortable.Walking to the liquor cabinet, Asher poured himself a drink.

"Asher, I'm too tired to fight with you tonight. Please just say whatever it is you want to and let me go up to bed."

Asher emptied his glass in one drink, his eyes looked over the woman standing in front of him again and felt something inside him snap. "What the hell were you thinking when you put on that dress to go out in public tonight? Not only public, but a little hick bar. Thank god Colton was there, or who knows what they would have said or done to you." Asher realized that the frustration he had been feeling the last two weeks came out in sheer anger aimed at her. He had yelled at her. He couldn't remember the last time he had yelled at somebody. Most people just did what he said when he told them to do things.

Moira stared in shock at what she was hearing. It took a few seconds for comprehension to set in. "You son of a bitch!" You aren't my father, my brother, or my husband. You have no right to tell me what to wear and where I can go. I will do what I want with whom I want and you have no control over it. The things I do are none of your business" Moira's face was red with indignation and her breathing was coming in quick and shallow.

Asher looked at her thoughtfully after her explosion. His mouth turned up slightly at the corners as he walked over to the office door and locked it. He turned back towards her and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Moira's eyes couldn't look away from what his hands were doing. Her mind went blank for a few seconds until she forced it back to reality.

"What do you think you are doing?" Moira asked when she finally was able to look up to his face. Her voice had risen an octave giving away her nervousness.

"Making the things you do my business of course." Moira took a step back from Asher.Her hands flew up trying to keep some distance between her and him. Smiling at her, he continued his hunters descent on his prey. Moira's breath caught in her throat as fear mingled with desire in the pit of her stomach. Moira's next retreating step brought her up short as the back of her legs hit the desk. Asher stopped in front of her and pulled her into his arms. He leaned forward and began to kiss her gently. His arms pulling her into a strong but gentle embrace. He knew she was already nervous and didn't want to scare her anymore than she was. He lightly coaxed her mouth open with his tongue as he pushed her into a sitting position on the desk. He stepped between her legs forcing them to spread and her little dress pushed up to her hips. His hand slid over her panties. He heard her moan as he bent his head to her neck.

"Sweetheart, you are so sweet to touch, you want me as badly as I want you, don't you?" He pressed closer to he as he whispered the sweet things he planned to do to her. She could feel the proof of what he was saying through his pants and her little piece of underwear. He slid her underwear down her legs. He couldn't remember the last time he wanted a woman as much as her. His hands started to slide back up her legs when he heard the front door slam and Emma run up the stairs crying.

Reality came crashing down around Moira as she realized just how far she had gone with Asher and where it would have ended. She pushed against his chest desperately so she could put distance between them. Reluctantly he allowed her to get off the desk. He brushed his hand through his hair in frustration as we watched Moira try to adjust her clothing to cover herself again.

Moira started to walk to the door when Asher grabbed her arm to stop her. "Don't you think we should talk about this? Eventually you won't be able to run from me anymore, tonight proves that."