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Oded's Angel Series

An Angel’s Love
sequel to The Arms Of A Friend
By Dedi’s Lady Hawk

Disclaimer:   All right people, back by popular demand.  Same deal as last time.  This story is completely fictional, never happened.  There is absolutely no connection to Mr. Fehr.  No offense was meant by it, it’s strictly for entertainment.  Warning:  You might want to grab a tissue or two.

Rated: R for sexual content, mild language

Note:  Special thanks to all of Dedi’s ladies on the message board.  I was flattered by your comments and I hope this story doesn’t disappoint.  If you like it let me know because I might have another one in me.  Please e-mail me at dedisladyhawk@hotmail.com

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He raised the glass of tea to his lips as he sat looking over the script.  He had received several since the show was canceled.  Now it was up to him to weed through the garbage once more.  He ran his fingers through his short hair as he stared at the pages. 

Maybe his friend would have a lead, if he ever got there.  He just wanted to do something different, get away from drama for a while.  He sat there reading when the breeze came up blowing the pages out of his long fingers.

“Dedi,” came a voice.

A chill passed through him and he wondered if he had heard right.  He set his glass down and looked around.  He thought it must have just been the wind.  He had to admit that he had been shaken after dreaming of her that night.  He had often thought back to it, remembering how good it felt to hold her close.  She had come to him in dreams before but that was the first time he had been able to make love to her.  The fact that it was only a dream stung him inside.

He knew he heard it that time.  His head snapped up as he scanned the street.  Suddenly he smelled it on the wind.  It was a familiar scent of rose petals, and honey.  Then out the corner of his eye he saw it, a pale pink scarf disappearing around the corner.  He quickly threw some cash on the table and jumped from his seat.  He raced down the sidewalk and followed around the corner.

There down he block he could see her.  She had her back to him walking away from him through the crowd of people.  He broke into a run trying to catch up to her.  He could still see that scarf trailing behind her.  Her hair was flowing down her back, her body shifting as she walked away.  It seemed no matter how fast he ran he couldn’t catch up with her.  Then she was gone.  When he stopped, he realized he was back in front of his hotel.

He shook his head in disbelief and then laughed.  What was he thinking?  She was gone.  It couldn’t have been her.  She was a vision of his dreams and an ache in his heart.  He turned to head back to the café, his friend would never believe this.

“Dedi,” came the voice again.

He turned back to the hotel and went up the stairs.  There through the doors he saw her again.  She stepped onto the elevator and the doors closed before he could reach it.  He waited to see on what floor she stopped.  It stopped on his floor.  He hit the button and waited for the elevator to return.  He quickly stepped on and went to his floor.  When he arrived on his floor, there was no one there.  He shook his head again in disbelief.

“Time for a vacation,” he said to himself, “I’m loosing my mind,” he slipped his key in the door and stepped into his room.  He tossed the script on the table and groaned a bit.

The last dream he had of her was enough to break his heart.  She had felt so real when he held her close, kissed her lips.  He sat on the bed with a sigh.  He rested his head in his hands and let another deep sigh escape his body.  He suddenly jerked up at the feel of a gentle touch.  He scrambled back on the bed his eyes wide with shock.

“What in the hell?” he gasped.

“Well hello to you too hon,” she smiled.

“Christ, I am loosing my mind,” he said closing his eyes.

“Even when you’re freaked out you’re cute,” she said.  He opened his eyes.

“That’s it, I’ve taken one to many blows to the head,” he said, “No more action movies,”

“Dedi,” she said.

“Wait a minute,” he said, “You can’t be here,”

“Well I am,”

“But you’re…you’re dead,” he said in a whisper, “I…stood…over…your…”

“Ded, please let me explain this to you,” she said.

“Explain what?  You’re either a ghost, an angel, or I’ve gone loopy,”

“You’re not crazy.  It’s me,” she said stepping forward.

“No,” he said getting off the bed, “You’re not here.  You’re not real.  You can’t be here I’m wide awake,”

“Honey please,” she said stepping towards him.

“No,” he said heading for the door, “I’ve got to get out of here,”

“Dedi, please,” she said, “You have to stay here.  Please Dedi,” he froze in his tracks at her words.  He turned back to her again.

“You’re not real,” he said.  She could see the tears in his brown eyes.

“I’m as real as you need me to be,” she said stepping closer to him, “I made you a promise.  I told you I’d always be here when you needed me.  That’s why I came to you last time.  You were hurting and you needed me,”

“But I…I’m awake,” he said, “And I…I don’t know why you’re here,”

“I’m here because you need me to be,” she said moving closer still, “And you need to stay with me,”

“But I…”

He was cut off as she placed her fingers to his lips.  He could feel her.  She felt warm and she felt real.  She moved her hand to his cheek and he fought the urge to pull from her touch.  He could smell her sweet smell; feel her breath on his face.

“We’ve been given this time together,” she said, “I’d like to make the most of it,”

“You’re just going to leave me again,” he said softly, “And that breaks my heart,”

“I can leave now if you wish,” she said.

“No,” he said suddenly gripping her waist, “Don’t,” his eyes locked on her.  She ran her fingers from his cheek down to his lips again.

“You get more handsome every time I see you,” she said gently, “And you’re every bit as sweet as the first day I met you,”

“Why did you have to go?” he asked softly, “Why did you have to leave me?”

“I didn’t want to leave you,” she said.  Her voice wavered as her emotions slipped through, “There was so much left unsaid between us.  I just couldn’t fight anymore, my body didn’t have the strength,” she looked at him, “I always wanted to thank you,”

“For what?”  He asked.

“For being there,” she said, “For holding my hand.  Somehow just knowing you were there it wasn’t as scary,” she saw a tear spill down his cheek, “Honey,” she said softly wiping it away.

“I just wanted to take away the pain,” he said now caressing her cheek, “I didn’t want to see you suffer,” his voice gave way to a sob just then.

“Honey,” she said softly, “You know it wasn’t your fault.  There was nothing you could have done darling.  I never blamed you,” 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he said as he hugged her close, “If I had been there,” she pulled back.

“Don’t,” she said, “Our time is growing short, and I want to be near you again,”

His resistance cracked as he leaned down and calmed her sweet lips.  She easily opened her mouth to his as pulled her close against him.  His kiss was warm and inviting, it was like coming home.  She could taste his tears as he probed her mouth gently at first.  She felt his strong hands slid up her back crushing her against his muscular chest.  He devoured her mouth as she moaned against him.  His need became strong as he felt her soft body against him.  He reached down lifting her into his strong arms.

He carried her over to the bed and laid her down gently.  She pulled him close as came to hover over her.  He felt her reach up and unbutton his shirt.  When she was done he sat back removing it.  He rejoined her on the bed and pressed his leg between hers.  She moaned slightly as he settled his weight against her.  He kissed her lips again as she wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders.

His body was so strong, yet so yielding.  He seemed to mold himself to her every soft curve as they lay together.  As his mouth explored her soft skin, she wondered at the feel of him.  She felt so safe within his arms as if nothing could touch her.  She loved the contrast between their bodies.  His long, lean muscular frame, his darkened skin against her small, soft frame and light creamy skin.   

He brought his hand up cupping a firm breast and feeling the soft material of her dress.  He caressed her with his thumb bringing her nipple to a hard peak.  His mouth left hers as he trailed hot wet kisses up to her ear again.  He then kissed back down to her silken shoulders.  Her soft sighs rung in his ears, as he tasted her.  He took the straps of her dress and drew them down to reveal her firm breasts.

As he kissed across her creamy skin to sweet valley between her breasts, there was no doubt in his mind she was real.  He could hear her soft gasps as he touched her, he could smell her scent, taste her skin.  He had a hunger burning deep inside him.  He wanted to just crawl up inside her and never leave her.  He stopped for a moment and looked into her eyes.  She gave him a soft smile that made his heart melt. 

“I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you too,” she answered back.

He broke his gaze bringing his attention back to her luscious, soft body.  He traced his way from the edge of her breast slowing working his way inward.  She let out a soft moan as finally drew a taunt rosy peak into his mouth.  He felt her fingers glide through his short hair as he made love to her breasts.

He stroked it with his soft tongue, nipped at it with his lips.  He soon moved to the other repeating his actions.  She rubbed against his thigh as he touched her body.  He could feel her heat and desire burning hot against his jean-clad thigh.  He kissed his way down her body and stripped her dress away.  He slowly moved up caressing her legs, teasing her by brushing his stubble against her skin.  She parted her legs to him inviting him to explore her more.

He took the invitation as he spread her open revealing her sweet bud.  He ran his tongue over it causing her to cry out and push against him.  He tasted her deeply savoring her sweet nectar as she moaned louder.  He stroked her more as he slipped his finger inside her.  She arched against his touch and he couldn’t wait any longer.  He stepped from the bed stripping his pants away before going to her again.  She welcomed him as he settled between her long legs.

He slipped into her easily and a moan escaped from him as he felt her again.  He began moving inside her as she rose to meet each movement of his strong body.  She ran her hands over his back marveling at the feel of his muscles contracting as he swept her into his wave of passion.  She let them slid down over his ass feeling the wonderful hardness of it as he continued to thrust into her. 

He looked at her now, their gazes locked as the pleasure built inside them.  She cupped his face in her hands as he continued to thrust into her.  He could see the love and then he saw the flash in her eyes as she cried out.  She bucked wildly beneath him a fierce orgasm tearing through her. 

The feel of her release triggered his own and he struggled to support his weight on his arms.  He quickly shifted pulling from her but before he could move completely he felt her pull him to her.  She cradled him close letting her fingers trail through his hair.  He decided not to fight it and laid against her now.  She soon felt him relax as she held him close.

“Baby,” he started.

“Shh,” she said, “It’s all right,”

“Stay,” he said.

“You know I can’t,” she said softly, “I wish I could though,”

“How much time?” he asked, his eyes getting heavy.

“Shh,” she said still stroking his hair, “Sleep now,”

“I love you,” he said as his eyes drifted shut.

“I love you too,” she said, “Sleep now darling, you’re safe,”

He let out a groan when he heard a knock on his door.  He cringed inside as he lifted his head from the pillow.  He opened his eyes for a moment and saw his bed was empty.  Just then, there was another knock on his door.  He sat up in the bed and rubbed his head.

“Who is it?” he asked.

“Maid service,” came a voice.

“Not now,” he said, “Thank you,”

He heard nothing else and assumed she had moved on.  He moved up on the bed and leaned against the headboard.  He truly felt like he was loosing his mind now.  He looked over and touched the pillow next to him.  Once again, he felt a sting in his heart seeing she was gone. 

She didn’t blame him.  The thought sent a shudder through his body.  He had blamed himself for her death for a long time.  If he had only left when he was suppose to have.  If he hadn’t answered the phone, she wouldn’t have been standing there on that sidewalk waiting for him.  She wouldn’t have been trying to flag a cab; she wouldn’t have been struck down. 

He felt his throat tighten as he remembered that day.  He got there and saw them loading her into the ambulance.  He managed to reach them and road with her on the way.  He held her hand as they road and it ripped his heart apart to see her bruised and broken body.  He hardly recognized her sweet face as she looked up at him, a helpless look in her beautiful eyes.

They rushed her into surgery as he waited for word.  He just about fell to his knees when they told him there was nothing they could do.  It tore through his body like a jolt making his breath nearly jump from his body.  He felt actual physical pain when he heard she was dying.  He went to her then his heart in his throat, unable to tell her what he so desperately wanted to say.  All he could do was hold her hand in his as he waited.  Her last words had always echoed in his ears.

“No matter what, no matter how bad things get.  I will always be with you.  When ever you need me, I’ll be there,” she had said.

It took everything she had left in her fragile body but she said it.  He hadn’t believed it at that moment.  When he saw her close her eyes and slip away he thought he had lost her forever.  Then the dreams came.  They started simply enough when he agonized over picking roles.  She appeared to point him the right direction.  She came briefly a first and sometimes it was as if she was flash in his mind. 

After the cancellation of his first show, her stays became longer.  She always encouraged him dared him to take chances, after all that’s what life was all about.  Now everything had changed.  He had finally been confronted about his feelings for her and her death.  He felt a mixture of pleasure and pain now when he dreamed of her.  However, it wasn’t a dream this time, was it?  The phone then rang pulling him from his thoughts.  He reached over and answered it.

“Hello,” he said.

“Man, we’re a couple of lucky stiffs,” his friends voice.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

“Shit, haven’t you seen the news,” asked his friend.

“No,” he said reaching for the remote.  He flipped the TV on and he saw what looked like an accident scene.

“Earlier this afternoon the man had robbed a bank just a few blocks from here,” said the reporter, “As he came down this street he lost control of his car and came careening into this sidewalk café.  Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt, although several witnesses have confirmed that a man had been sitting at this very table just a moment before the near fatal crash.  If he had not left when he had he undoubtedly would have been killed,” 

“Hey man,” came the voice over the receiver, “You still there?”

“Yeah,” he said his mind still reeling.

“Damn man, I guess we’re both lucky you canceled that meeting,” said his friend.

“I canceled,” he said into the phone, “What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, you’re agents secretary called me and said you couldn’t make it,” he said, “Are you feeling all right?” 

“Uh,” he said, “Listen, I’ll call you back later,” he hung up not waiting for an answer. 

He moved off the bed and stared at the TV.  There he could see the table where he had been sitting twisted and mangled underneath the wheels of the car.  A sick feeling passed through him as he looked at the scene.  He suddenly felt dizzy and quickly sat down.  His mind was reeling over the whole situation.  Just then, he looked at the bed and he saw something.  He rose to his feet and walked over to the bed. 

There on the bed was her pale pink scarf.  He remembered giving it to her for her birthday.  She wore it in her hair all the time.  After the accident, it had disappeared, but now there it was on his bed.  He reached out and took it in his hands.  Tears stung his eyes as he lifted it to his face. 

He took a breath smelling the sweet scent of roses and honey on the silken material.  His senses were suddenly overwhelmed by her scent; it wasn’t just on the scarf.  He could smell her on the pillows, on the sheets, on him.  She had really been there.  He could still feel her touch on his skin now; it was if he had been branded by her every caress.  He sat on the edge of the bed and sat silent for a moment

“God baby,” he said softly, “You saved me,” he rubbed his hands over his face. 

It all made sense now.  She had lured him from the café to the safety of his hotel.  That’s why she didn’t want him to leave.  Somehow, she must have canceled his meeting as well.  He once again sought out his wallet to look at her picture.  He smiled seeing her there her arms wrapped around his neck as she posed over his shoulders.  She had always teased him about being his guardian angel, now she truly was. 

“God baby,” he said again, “How can I begin to thank you,” he looked at her picture once again trailing his fingers over it.

“Just keep me in your heart,” he heard it as if she was whispering into his ear.

“I will baby,” he said softly, “I will,”

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