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Chapter 7: Fantasy- Cyrus Garza (From NBC's now cancelled show "Outlaw")

                It was a cold and very rainy night, Cyrus was sitting in his favorite chair, with his favorite beer, and snacks watching his favorite team kick serious butt on the hardwood. The game had just gone to commercial when his doorbell rang. He looked at the clock. I’m not expecting anyone. Maybe somebody on the team left something. He rose to answer it, finding a soaking wet Corinne Ferrante standing on his front porch.
“Corinne, to what do I owe this pleasure?” She was shaking and freezing.
“I was bringing by the files I had on the Millers since I hear you’re taking up their case and my car stopped before I could turn the curve.”
“The curve on Thomas?”
“No, the one on Elderidge.”
“Elderidge? That’s three streets over. You walked that far in the rain?”
“I didn’t have a choice. I needed to get these files to you and my roadside rescue said there is a two-hour waiting list. So here are the files; hope they’re not too wet. I tried to keep them dry.” She handed them to him. He placed them on the table and saw that she was starting to walk away.
“You’re not going to walk back are you?”
“Yes, my laptop and other files are in my car and I can’t let anything happen to them.”
“But you’re going to walk? Seriously? You’re already soaking wet. And probably freezing.”
“Yes, I am. Do you have a better idea?” Cyrus thought about his game and his favorite team. And the money riding on the game. He made a decision.
“Actually I do. Come in and warm up a minute. I’ll be right back.” As she stepped, in he disappeared into the house and came back about 10 minutes later dressed in warm clothes and rain gear. “Ready?”
“What are we doing?”
“Going to get your car.” He led her to his four car garage (with workspace), which only had two cars in it. He opened the passenger door to his Ford F-150 for her. She got in and immediately felt warmer. Cyrus turned on the heat for her and she just held her hands over the vents. He backed his truck out of the garage and drove in the direction of her car. The rain and wind were absolutely relentless.
“Ok, I need you to put your car in neutral. I’m going to hitch it to the back of my truck and pull it back to my house. Are your flashers working?”She looked at her car.
“They were when I left it here.”
“That’s means you probably have a dead battery now. It’s ok.” Corinne reluctantly left the warm truck and went to her car. She placed it in neutral as Cyrus hitched it up, the rain absolutely pelting both of them. She hurried back to the truck as he finished. He turned on his flashers and slowly drove back to his house. He pulled her car all the way to the back of the workspace area and closed the garage door. Corinne was confused.
“Why are you closing the door? Aren’t you going to take me home?”
“I can see just from that little trip that the roads are really bad. Even with my truck, it would probably take me two hours to get you home. It’s ok, you can stay here tonight. I have plenty of guest rooms and some pjs I got for Christmas that I haven’t opened that you can sleep in. I’ll leave a message for my mechanic and he’ll probably be here first thing in the morning.”
“Your mechanic makes house calls?”
“Yep.” Cyrus opened the door, which led to a mudroom. “You might want to get your notebook out so it won’t freeze.” She went to the trunk and retrieved it and the files. She followed him into the house. “You can hang your coat up here. I can put your clothes in the dryer, but I’m afraid your shoes may be a lost cause.” They both looked at her feet as she took off her shoes.
“They were my favorite Jimmy Choos. There’ll never have another sale again like they had when I bought them.” She pouted. Cyrus handed her a towel that he kept handy in the mudroom just in case he or someone needed to dry off quickly. She wiped her feet so she could have some traction in walking across his kitchen floor in her wet pantyhose.
“What would you like to eat? Name it and I can make it.”
“A sandwich will be fine for me.”
“You sure?” She nodded. “Tea or coffee?”
“Which ever will warm me up the quickest.” He nodded and turned on a coffee pot.
“You can use my ensuite bathroom; it’s the only one with the relaxing tub.” She followed him as he walked up the stairs to his bedroom. She guessed she should have considered herself lucky; she was where so many women wanted to be. And maybe a few men. She watched as Cyrus found the unopened pajamas and a pair of socks for her feet.
“So this is the ‘Garza Sanctuary’ huh? Nicely decorated.”
“Thanks.” He replied as he started to fill the tub. “I don’t have any women’s underwear. Well, not any that you would want to wear.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Corinne asked and laughed.
“What can I say, sometimes they leave them behind. I have some boxers that aren’t open that you can wear.”
“I’d appreciate that, thank you.” He left the bathroom to find the boxers.
“Here you go.” He placed the clothes on the vanity stool. “There’s a hair dryer there, towels here. I don’t really have any girly bubble bath or anything.”
“That’s fine.” The tub had filled and Cyrus cut it off. They stood there looking at each other for a minute. “What are you waiting for?” She asked.
“Your wet clothes.”
“Oh, I’m not undressing in front of you.” She said pushing him out of the bathroom and closing the door behind him. “Just give me a minute.” She took off her wet clothes and handed them to him through a very small crack in the door. “Don’t lose my underwear Cyrus.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
                Corinne turned to the warm inviting tub. She took one of the towels and wrapped it around her head to start drying her hair. Then she slipped into the tub. She could feel her troubles melt away as she warmed up. The feeling was coming back to her toes and fingers. She was no longer shaking from the weather.
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                Cyrus was going to put Corinne’s clothes in the dryer when he noticed mud on them. He saw that they could be washed in cold water, so he washed them. He just hung her pantyhose up in the laundry room to dry. Then he looked at her shoes. He felt sorry for her; she looked like she really loved them. He placed a call to his shoe guy to see if there was any chance of restoring them. He promised to look at them. Cyrus was pleased.
                He headed to the kitchen to see what he could prepare for her to eat. She had just spent about three hours walking in D.C.’s cold wind and rain and all she wanted was a sandwich? No, Cyrus couldn’t let that happen. Well, he could make her a sandwich, and some soup to go with it. While the soup was cooking, he watched the second half of the game and was please with the fact that his team won. He had placed a small bet, well, small for him anyway. What shall I do with the money? My debts are all squared away at the moment. He thought about Corinne’s shoes and depending on what his shoe guy said, he could be buying her a new pair of Jimmy Choos.
                Upstairs in Cyrus’s bathroom, Corinne had put on the oversized pjs and the socks. She was glad that she felt completely warm. Cyrus had left her an undershirt and she put that on underneath the pajama top. She didn’t like headlights. As she dried her hair, she hoped that it wouldn’t frizz out on her. It didn’t. She had a few curls left, but that wasn’t her biggest concern. She found her way back downstairs and to the kitchen where she found a funny surprise- Cyrus Garza in an apron. She couldn’t hold in her laugh. He turned around.
“What?” He asked. “I told you I could cook anything. And I happen to like my apron.” She shrugged and sat on one of the stools at the kitchen counter. He placed a mug in front of her with filled with coffee. Corinne smiled as she felt the warmth of it in her hands and relished the smell as it hit her nose. Next, she found a bowl of potato soup in front of her accompanied by a perfect grilled cheese sandwich.
“Cyrus, I-”
“I know, I know. You said a sandwich was just fine. You used lot of energy to get here and you need to replace it. So potato soup it is.” He prepared a bowl for himself and sat next to her.
“Thank you.” She replied. She tried a spoonful of the soup and to her surprise, it was restaurant quality. She wondered if it was a canned or ready-made. At any rate, it was good to her. She felt as if she hadn’t eaten all day. “This is pretty good.”
“You sound surprised.”
“Yeah, I am. Never know what to expect around you.”
“Unpredictable. Not a word used to describe me often, in a good light anyway. You’re welcome. It’s an old family recipe but I use some modern techniques.”
“Like what?”
“Microwaving the potatoes while I prepare the rest. If I have a lot of time to prepare, I bake the potatoes first.”
“It’s very delicious. You cook often?”
“A lot when the team is over. And I do cook for myself. I like a good cooking show every now and then.”
“So when are you going to settle down and share this awesome recipe and kitchen with someone?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”

“What are you doing the rest of your life?” She laughed.
                After eating, Cyrus showed her to one of the guest bedrooms. Corinne insisted she wash the dishes first; Cyrus introduced her to the dishwasher. The bedroom was nicely decorated like his room and cozy. But it was chilly.
“It’s colder in here than it should be.” He walked over to the thermostat and checked it. “Did you hear anything come on?”
“No. What should I have heard?”
“The heater should have turned on. You know when you hear it.” He tried again. “I guess I have to call Roderick about that. Let’s try another room.” They went across the hall to another room.
“It feels warmer in here. What about the fireplace?”
“They’re not completely installed yet, except the one in my room. As I was buying them, where was a recall on a part and the only one with the correct part was installed in my room first. We’re waiting on the other parts to install the rest. I wasn’t expecting any visitors.”
“It’s ok, I wasn’t expecting to be one.” She walked over to the bed and got in.
“If you need anything, I’m down the hall.”
“Goodnight.”
“Night.” He replied as he closed the door behind and walked to his bedroom. He turned on some music, and got into bed.
As he leaned against his pillows, he thought about his houseguest. Corinne, unknowingly, had helped him fulfill a lifelong fantasy. Ever since he was a child, he had heard and read the stories about the knights in shining armor, riding on white horses, rescuing the princess from the castle of the evil king or whoever. Rescuing the damsel in distress was his lifelong fantasy.
He rescued self-proclaimed damsels before, but the distress was their own. Corinne’s distress was not her doing and she was a real damsel. There was no way in hell she would have walked that far in the freezing cold rain in her favorite shoes for nothing. Cyrus was glad that they had come far enough along in their relationship -or whatever this was between them- that she could trust him. He wondered how much longer it would take her to trust him even further.
Corinne was trying to get comfortable in the bed. The bed was comfortable, but the room seemed to be getting colder. She thought if she lay in one spot and didn’t move, she would stay warm. But it wasn’t helping. Her nose was cold, her ears were cold and she was beginning to shiver. She turned on the lamp and walked over to the thermostat. She looked at it and the temperature read 40 degrees. Then it made a hissing sound and popped off the wall. Corinne let of a small scream and stepped back. Cyrus soon came running.
“You ok?”
“I was cold and I was looking at the thermostat and it just popped off the wall.” Cyrus looked at it and shook his head.
“Never seen that happen before. Well,” he paused. “I know you don’t want to hear this but unless you want to sleep in the den or the living room, my room is the only room with heat and a bed.” She groaned and rolled her eyes. “I’ll be a gentleman, I promise.” He said, putting his hands up in surrender.
“I guess I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” She asked. He shook his head no. She sighed and followed him back to his bedroom.
                As they entered she heard the music; it was salsa but soft and gentle, not the fast paced, sweaty kind. Cyrus had been reading the files she brought on the Miller case; they were all over the bed. He moved everything into a pile and placed it on his nightstand.
“A little light reading?”
“Just a little.” He pulled the covers back for her. She sat on the bed, swung her legs over and he pulled them back over her. She instantly felt warmer. The bed was warm, the room was warm and the sentiment between the two of them was warm. She didn’t expect that. She watched as he walked around to his side of the bed and got in. He provided extra warmth. She smiled and shook her head in disbelief.
“Ok…what’d I do now?”
“Nothing. It’s just that you have me exactly where you want me.”
“Which is?”
“In your bed.”
“And I didn’t force you; you came on your own.”
“Not really. I wouldn’t be surprised if you did something to the thermostat just so I didn’t have a choice.”
“Which reminds me...” He said as he picked up his phone and dialed a number. He put it on speakerphone just so she could hear it.
“Hello?”
“Roderick, my man what’s going on?”
“I wasn’t going to call you until the morning, but the parts have come in and we can install the fireplaces when you have time this week.”
“Good deal. You’re going to have to check all the thermostats upstairs. I don’t think they’re working and one had popped off the wall right in front of my houseguest.” Corinne could hear Roderick laugh.
“Not that I’m not trying to be a gentleman, but have you ever had a guest who wasn’t sleeping in your room?” Cyrus looked at Corinne.
“Well, she wasn’t, but she is now. It’s a long story, trust me.”
“Ok. Uh…depending on the weather, I can be there around 10.”
“That’s a good time. Mike is coming around eight to look at her car. Thanks Rod.”
“No problem, Cyrus.” They hung up.
“You didn’t have to let me in on the conversation.”
“Yeah, I did. I earned a little of your trust, but I’m learning that full honesty with you gets me a little more.”
“Ok, so I believe you.”
“Thank you, my lady.” He put his phone back on the nightstand and snuggled under the covers. “Lights out?”
“Not yet.”Corinne replied. She looked at him, kind of funny he thought. She placed her hand gently on his cheek and said “thank you.” Before he could answer, she leaned over and kissed his lips. He was shocked and stunned. Not that he didn’t want that, he just wasn’t expecting it.
“For what?”
“For coming to my rescue. You didn’t have to get out in the rain to help me.”
“Of course I did. I wasn’t going to let a real damsel stay in real distress. You’re welcome.” Cyrus saw something in Corinne’s eyes. She leaned over and kissed him again. This time he responded. It was tender and loving. Her lips were soft; exactly what he expected her kiss to feel like. He placed his hand on her waist. As he did so, she came closer to him. So close, that she straddled him. Cyrus was confused, but he decided to go with it.
                They continued to kiss until the need to for air forced them apart. Panting and confused, Cyrus searched her eyes and her face for an answer. He didn’t find one. He placed his hands on her hips and watched her smile. She placed her hand on his chest, leaned forward and kissed him again. Their tongues met and danced erotically. He moaned softly into the kiss.
“Corinne, what’s going on hun? What are you doing?”
“I’m kissing you.”She replied.
“I know that. What I don’t know is why?” Corinne held his face in his hands and looked him straight in his eyes.
“I know now I can completely trust you. You could have saved my life tonight. I have no idea what could have happened to me while I was walking here or if I had stayed in my car.”
“But we don’t have to do anything. The deal was if and when you were ready.”
“I think I’m falling in love with you. And I think you are falling in love with me.” She whispered and ran her fingers through his hair.
“Yes, I am. Are you sure this is what you want? I don’t mind waiting. I’ve waited this long, what’s a little while longer?” Corinne placed her hands on her hips and looked at him.
“Cyrus Garza, are you turning me down?”
“Oh, no! Never that. Never…that…” His voice trailed off as she began to unbutton his pajama shirt and let it slide from her shoulders. He tried to keep his hands to himself but she wouldn’t let him. Corinne took his hands, and slid them under the t-shirt. Her skin was soft and finally warm beneath his fingers. With one thumb, he drew circles around her belly button; the other drew circles around her nipple. He could hear her breath catch as he did so.
“It’s all yours, if you want it.” She encouraged. Cyrus lifted the t-shirt to see Corinne’s “headlights” as she called them. She took the shirt off, throwing it towards the foot of the bed. He gently brushed his thumbs across them and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts towards his face.
“I do, I do.” He whispered, kissing the valley between her breasts. He could feel her hands cradle his head as he kissed her. Corinne softly moaned as she felt Cyrus’s warm tongue and lips on her nipple. She could feel her body slowly melting in his hands as he continued to tease her nipples.
“Mmm…Cyrus…”Her beautiful brown skin seemed to glow and blush under his touch. He sat back against the pillows for a minute, just to take in the beauty of the moment. The woman he desired most was now in his bedroom, straddling his lap, half-naked. Corinne reached for the hem of his t-shirt and tugged up indicating that she wanted it off. He obliged and then felt her tongue tasting his nipples. When he leaned his head back, he was pretty sure his eyes were rolling in the back of his head. Her kisses trailed up his chest to his lips again, going in for the full sensuality of the kiss.

                Corinne sat back, looked at Cyrus and smiled a sly smile while tugging on his pajama pants. He responded by raising his hips and letting her pull the pants off. She had a super smile knowing that he was commando under them. She continued her trail of kisses downward. Once Cyrus realized what she was going to do, he slid down on the bed and opened his legs. The moment he felt her lips touch his manhood he was speechless. When she took his whole length into her mouth, he moaned and fisted the sheets. The pleasure was almost too much to handle. He tried not to but could not help as his hips bucked towards her face. And Cyrus thought he would lose his mind when she began humming along with the music, sending ripples of joy through his body. Soon his body was set to climax and he called out her name repeatedly as his essence left his body and the orgasm ripped through.

“Corinne….Corinne…oh my god…mmm…” was all Al heard before he began knocking on Cyrus’s bedroom door. Mereta had just come up the stairs and heard what Al heard.
“Do you think Corinne is really in there?” Mereta asked.
“Hell no. If she’s as smart as I think she is, she’s not. I’m going in there, we have work to do.” He turned to the bedroom door and knocked. “Cyrus, I’m coming in you guys better be decent.” Then he opened the door. To their surprise, Cyrus was alone. “Cyrus…wait, you’re alone?” Cyrus looked at Al and Mereta through half-lidded eyes.
“Hmm? Of course I’m alone. I made an agreement with Corinne. No sex ‘til after Easter.” He yawned and turned to face them. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“Could have fooled me the way you were moaning and groaning in here. Come on man, we got work to do.”
“Who’s cooking breakfast?”
“Uh, you are.” Al replied.

“Start the coffee pot.” Cyrus said as he turned over in the opposite direction. Al shook his head and followed Mereta downstairs. Cyrus sat up wondering why Al thought Corinne was in bed with him. Then he felt the wetness in his pajama pants and remembered his fantasy of the damsel in distress. He smiled knowing that after Easter, that fantasy had a real chance of becoming reality.
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