Quinlan & Ivory Ch. 01

Quinlan was a bit uneasy as he walked over and asked for a room in the hotel. He had a credit card and some cash in his pocket, all courtesy of St. Peter. He had everything necessary to have a comfortable stay on earth... he just hoped he could talk some sense into Ivory and that she hadn't skipped out on him, thinking he was some sort of freak or weirdo. After all, he didn't really act or behave like an ordinary guy. After he had the key to his room on the fifth floor, Quinlan strode into the hotel's lounge. He began looking around for Ivory, but he didn't see her just yet. However, he could sense her presence. She was the most beautiful woman in the room. He made his way over to her, a smile forming on his handsome face. The smile then slowly faded when he saw her puffing down another cigarette and sipping at a glass containing a very strong alcoholic beverage.

"Ivory, we have so much to talk about," said Quentin, taking a seat beside her at the table as he gazed into her gorgeous sapphire eyes, "I really do wish you would go up to my room with me, so we could talk. I promise you, I do not bite."

When the man came back to the table, and called her by her name, it still freaked her out that he knew her name, but she didn't know him or his name. She took another puff on her cigarette. "Dude," Ivory said to him. "What do you mean we have a lot to talk about?"

"If you don't stop pressuring me to go to your room, I will just leave," Ivory said as she was starting to get freaked out about him wanting to be alone with her so badly. She chugged the last of her drink and stood up.

"So, what is it going to be? Are you going to be okay with sitting here and talking or should I just leave?" Ivory asked.

Quinlan did a double-take when Ivory called him "Dude." For some reason, that brought a slight-smile to his face. She had really attained a lot of back-bone while here on earth. In her angel-state she had been very sweet and soft-spoken, but even so, she was still a vision of loveliness. "No, Ivory, do not go," Quinlan said. "We can talk here. It's just that you are so beautiful... I really want to spend some time alone with you...."

His words trailed off as he watched her chug her alcoholic beverage. It sickened him how she was poisoning her body by the booze and cigarettes. He wanted to help her overcome her addictions, but before he could begin to help her he had to get her to trust him. He and Ivory had been the best of friends when they had undertaken divine studies together. When she found out his identity, would she run from him... or would he be the only one to reach her?

"Ivory, please sit down," said Quinlan. "There's something I have to tell you... something extremely important."

Something about this man's voice made Ivory want to stay. "I will be right back, " Ivory said to the stranger. She went up to the bar and got herself another hard drink, and she got something for him also.

Ivory came back to the table and sat back down. She handed the man his drink. "It's water," Ivory informed him as she felt that was the safest thing to get him to drink as he didn't seem like much of a drinker. She was kind of shocked that he was even in the bar since he didn't seem to like alcohol. Ivory took a sip of her whiskey and lit up another cigarette.

"So, what is it that we have to talk about?" Ivory asked him once again.

"Ivory, look deep... very deep into my eyes.... tell me, do you know who I am???" As his sapphire eyes gazed deeply into hers, he could see a spark of recognition there. Would Ivory be able to see deep within him, to the soul of the angel he truly was? He reached out, taking her small hand into his, gently caressing her palm with his fingertips. He loved touching her... perhaps a bit too much. In Heaven, they forged a bonding of the souls and of their hearts, but here on earth he wanted more... he wanted it all. He want to merge with Ivory in every sense of the word. He was amazed at his sudden desire... the urge to take her into his arms and make sweet, passionate love to her.

"Come on, Ivory. You know me... I am your best and dearest friend...." he coaxed, waiting for her answer as he continued to tenderly caress the silky flesh of her hand. How would Ivory react when she realized he was here... and he had come to help her? When he answered her, he didn't give her a straight answer, but when he told her to look into his eyes, she put her cigarette down into the ashtray and moved her drink aside. Ivory did as she was told and looked into this man's eyes. She was thinking from the beginning that there was something familiar about this man, but she wasn't sure what it was. Ivory instantly got lost in this man's gorgeous eyes and tried looking into his soul. As he continued talking to her, telling her that she knows him and to just think about it, Ivory continued looking into this man's eyes and she suddenly saw into his soul and she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Ivory freaked out for a moment. She moved away from him and took a couple drags of her cigarette. "This can't be,"she said as she picked up her drink and took a huge swig from him. Ivory then looked at him. "Q---Quinlan, is that really you?" Ivory asked in a voice barely above a whisper. She suddenly couldn't talk and tears began to sting the corners of her eyes. Was she really sitting face to face with her oldest and dearest friend? So many emotions where going through her as she was now completely confused. If this was Quinlan, how was he there? Why was he there?

Quinlan held Ivory's gaze as she was slowly beginning to recognize him. With the way she was looking at him, he suddenly wanted to pick up the alcoholic beverage she had bought for herself, chug it quickly, then throw her down on the table and have his way with her. Quinlan then watched as she became quite upset, puffing on her cigarette and looking at him as though she were somehow scared and uneasy. "Yes, Ivory..it is me. It's Quinlan..." he answered, reaching for his glass of water and swirling the icy liquid in his glass.

"I missed you so much. You wouldn't come back... although St. Peter called for your return. I wouldn't desert you here, Ivory. I felt like a part of me was gone without you...." Quinlan confessed.

"St. Peter told me what happened. I'm so sorry about Jaylin. It wasn't your fault," Quinlan tried to assure her. "No one blames you, Ivory... but I know you have a broken heart. I want to help you heal it again."

"Won't you let me help you?" Quinlan asked, staring into her bright blue eyes. She still had the face of an angel, although her breath reeked of booze. Quinlan wanted to pull her to him and kiss her, caress away her pain. Would she let him? Would she allow him a chance to soothe the wounds on her heart?

"Ivory, I truly hate to see you this way... This isn't you..." he said sadly as she blew her cigarette smoke carelessly into his face.

Ivory snapped out of her daze. It was then she realized she was blowing smoke in Quinlan's face. She effortlessly waved her hand to try and clear the smoke. The moment he spoke of Jaylin, she angrily put out her cigarette and took her alcoholic beverage and chugged it. That is when the tears began to fall. "It was all my fault and you should blame me," she said through her tears. Ivory knew that Quinlan was right about one thing--- this smoking, doing drugs, and getting smashed almost every night was not her; it never really was her. At least not until after Jaylin died.

Ivory was about to get up to get another alcoholic beverage when she had changed her mind. She reached over and grabbed the water that she had gotten for Quinlan. She began to drink it. As she put the glass down, she heard what Quinlan had said. "Really? You think you can help my heart heal?" Ivory said, not totally convinced. She then drank the rest of his water and looked into Quinlan's eyes as their eyes locked for a brief moment. "What do you say we go up to your room, order some room service and get me sobered up?" Ivory suggested. It was right there and then she realized she wanted to be sober when she and Quinlan talked. She truly missed her friend and wondered what he had to say. More importantly she wondered if he really could help her and get her out of this mess she so ungraciously got herself into.

"I could never blame you, Ivory. I--- I love you," Quinlan said, watching as her tears started to fall. How he hated to see Ivory cry. It tore at his heart like the fires of Hell to see this beautiful woman sobbing because Jaylin had caused his own tragic downfall. "Ivory, believe me, you did nothing wrong. You did everything you could to try to save him. There was nothing more that could have been done...." Quinlan said, reaching out with a soft touch and tenderly brushing her warm tears from her cheeks. He shuddered as he felt the warm silken sensation of her flesh. He suddenly wanted to hold her close in his arms, cherish her, and comfort her. He was about to ask her to his room so he could do just that when he realized he had gotten to Ivory with his statement "This isn't you..." When he said those words, something seemed to have changed in Ivory, and she suggested they go to his room, order room service, and she could sober up.

"Of course I will help your heart heal," said Quinlan with a smile as he took her small hand into his and gave it a tender squeeze. "I've really missed you, Ivory," he told her as they left the lounge together and headed toward the elevator so they could go up to Quinlan's room. Once inside the elevator, he gave her a lingering once-over with his dazzling blue eyes taking in every inch of her beautiful and oh-so-human body. "Ivory, you are so beautiful," he said thickly. "I've always wanted to hold you... now tonight I will finally get my chance. I will hold you... and I will heal you. I will do whatever it takes to make you believe in yourself again. I love you... and I would never desert you."

Hearing Quinlan say that he loves Ivory made the tears she was shedding even more intense. She never thought anyone could love her, especially after the whole Jaylin mess. Even though Quinlan has said repeatedly no one blames her, she still did blame herself. Maybe after Quinlan talked to her, she might think otherwise. Ivory closed her eyes for a brief moment when Quinlan brushed his hand against her face to dry the tears that have fallen. At that moment, she felt something she had not felt in a very long time. Ivory wasn't even sure she felt this with Jaylin and she had sworn up and down she had been in love with him.

Once they were in the elevator, Ivory looked into Quinlan's eyes as he gazed into hers. She held onto every single word he was saying to her. "I love you, too, Quinlan, and I want you to hold me," she confessed to him as the elevator door opened up and lead them to Quinlan's room.

Quinlan smiled hugely when he heard Ivory's words of love. It was all he ever wanted to hear. He was so happy to hear those sweet words fall from her lips. He took her small hand into his, giving it a gentle squeeze as they left the elevator together and headed down the hallway toward his room. They found Quinlan's hotel room, and he swiped the key-card into the door. Once inside, Quinlan found the coffee pot and tried to prepare some coffee to help sober Ivory up. "Earth machines... grrrrr..." he said with a small growl, as he had no idea how to make the strange gadget work. Here he was human... and he didn't even have his angelic powers to make the coffee appear in the pot, freshly brewed for his darling Ivory. "Sorry, my sweet," he said to Ivory, giving her a sheepish look. "I can't run a coffee pot... I'm going to need your help here..."

He chuckled at his own lack of earthly knowledge, wondering what the coffee might taste like after it was brewed. His eyes were on Ivory's sweet, dark-pink lips as he began thinking of those full lips crushed to his and began wondering about the taste of her kisses and the delicious flavor of her beautiful mouth. Heat rushed up and down his body when he glanced over to the bed, imagining holding Ivory in his arms all night long as he lay naked against her, caressed her, kissed her, and made sweet love to her. Maybe he could heal her with his touch, his caress, and his tenderness. Whatever Ivory wanted to make her feel complete, Quinlan would be her eager servant. "I cannot wait to hold you in my arms, Ivory," he spoke, once again meeting her gaze. "After you make our coffee, I want to take you in my arms, darling... and never, ever let you go again."

Ivory couldn't help but laugh when she saw Quinlan struggling with making the coffee. She thought it was cute though. "Here, let me show you," Ivory said, smiling at him. "With all my drunken-stupor nights, I have become a pro at making coffee." She walked him over to the sink where they filled up the pot with water. Ivory then walked back with Quinlan to the coffee pot and showed him where to pour the water. She then placed the coffee grounds into the canister and inserted that into the slot. Ivory then put the pot into position and pressed start.

Quinlan had grinned when Ivory took over the coffee pot and began to expertly show him how to operate it. While she excused herself and went into the bathroom, he watched with interest as drop by drop, the freshly brewed coffee began to fill the pot. "Amazing," he quipped, as the warm, rich scent hit his nostrils. He was having another human urge. He longed to taste the coffee. It smelled excellent. He then walked into the bedroom area, turning on the television set. Earth was such a strange place; he had no idea about modern technology as last time he was sent to earth on assignment, it had been the year 1911

As the coffee was brewing, Ivory excused herself and went into the bathroom to freshen up. She grabbed her toothbrush out of her purse and brushed her teeth. She just wanted to get the taste of alcohol, pot, and cigarettes out of her mouth. At times like this she wondered why she continued to do those three things. She knew how bad all of it smells, but yet she continued to do this on a daily/nightly basis. She really hoped Quinlan can help her and get her ass sobered up. Ivory really hated seeing herself like this. After she had brushed her teeth, she washed her face as she felt completely disgusting. Ivory hoped the fact that she is now wearing no makeup wouldn't scare Quinlan.

About fifteen minutes later Ivory came out of the bathroom. She wasn't completely sober, but she felt a lot better and knew after she had some coffee, she would be doing even better. "Hey," Ivory said with a soft smile as she walked over to the coffee pot, grabbed two mugs and began to pour the coffee. Afterwards Ivory brought both mugs over to the sofa where Quinlan was watching television. Ivory shut off the TV and sat down next to Quinlan. She handed him the mug of coffee.

Quinlan thought she looked beautiful as ever, even without her make-up. In fact, her make-up earlier had been a bit too much; after all she worked in a strip-club. Quinlan found this natural-look sexier than ever. "Thank you," he said to Ivory with a smile as she gave him the mug of steaming coffee. He looked into the mug, taking a sniff of the delicious-smelling beverage.

"It smells wonderful," he said to her. "But I think I will avoid drinking it too quickly. I would not want to burn my tongue." He then stared deeply into Ivory's eyes, thinking he would like to use his tongue for more pleasurable things, like perhaps kissing Ivory passionately as he had seen a young couple doing on the TV screen.

"You're welcome," Ivory said. She smiled as she watched Quinlan smell the coffee and check it out.

"You are probably right; you will more than likely burn your tongue," she giggled.

"There are many ways to drink coffee. You can have it like this black, or you can put cream or sugar or even both in. They even serve coffee cold," Ivory told her friend.

Quinlan smiled when Ivory told him all the ways to drink coffee. "Cream and sugar?" he repeated. "I will have to try that next time. Sounds intriguing." He knew he had a lot to learn about earth, and he welcomed Ivory showing him all he needed to know.

"So, tell me how you are human, and how you are here?" she asked him. Ivory wanted to make some small talk until she was completely sober. She wanted to be with Quinlan as badly as he wanted to be with her, but she wouldn't have any of it until she was sober.

He then smiled at Ivory's questions. He pulled her down on the loveseat right beside him facing the television, because he wanted to be close to her. He loved the physical contact of her soft flesh very near to his. "I was worried about you when you did not return from your assignment. I missed my best friend. I went to ask St. Peter when you would return. He told me what happened to Jaylin and that you would not be returning. Then he showed me in the magical mirror the direction you had taken following Jaylin's death. I saw what you were going thru and begged St. Peter to let me come to earth to help you. I could not stand to see you suffer like that... and watch how the alcohol, drugs, cigarettes and everything else was affecting you. St. Peter finally listened to my pleas... sending me to earth," explained Quinlan.

"So, that's how I am here. I only want to help you... and heal your pain. So, what do you think Ivory... do you think I look nice as a man? I don't think I look half-bad... but I kind of miss my wings though... And it's a bit strange having all these human urges.... like when the coffee was brewing... I longed to taste it," he spoke, his fingertips lightly grazing Ivory's creamy cheek as his gaze beheld hers and he thought of how deeply he desired her. "I'm having a few other urges, too. I have never felt like this before, Ivory. Is this what it feels like to be human?"

After Quinlan had pulled her down next to him, Ivory had placed her coffee mug aside with his. "Really? You were worried about me?" Ivory didn't know why she was so surprised to hear that, but she was.

"Quinlan honey, you look HOT as a man," Ivory said with a huge grin. "When I first saw you come in the strip club tonight, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you."

Quinlan definitely peaked Ivory's curiosity with what he had said next. "Really? Tell me about these urges you are having."

His eyes widened when she told him he looked hot as a man and that when he first entered the club, she could barely keep her hands off him. "You really want me that much?" he heard himself asking.

He actually felt himself blushing when she mentioned those urges he had been having. "Well, you are so beautiful, Ivory... and you smell so sweet... and my feelings for you are so strong," he spoke as he inhaled her perfume once again and pulled her closer against his virile body. "And to be honest, I guess I am having a difficult time keeping my hands off you, too. I want to kiss you and touch you and make sweet love to you..." His words trailed off as he had forgotten to breathe and had to catch his breath. He just stared into Ivory's bright blue eyes, waiting for her response to his confession.

Ivory chuckled. "I said that I couldn't keep my eyes off of you, that doesn't mean that I wanted you," she teased Quinlan. "Something about you seemed familiar and that is why I couldn't stop looking at you."

"I knew that you weren't a former client or anything, because I definitely would have remembered someone as hot as you," Ivory said with a wink. "I was so excited that you wanted a lap dance."

"Yes, I know I freaked out when you had known my name and you were insistent on being alone with me, but I freaked because I didn't know it was you, I thought you where a complete stranger," Ivory tried explaining.

Ivory smiled hugely when she heard Quinlan say he wanted to make sweet Love to her. "Well, stud muffin, what's stopping you?" Ivory asked.