Rendezvous

Cinnamon left Rollin a message at the hotel where he and Barney were staying during Barney's fight training. The message was simple - 8420 Ocean Park, Santa Monica, Apartment # 423; 8 pm.

So far the assignment was going well.  Cinnamon had infiltrated the organization and Barney was coming up in the ranks.

Rollin smiled as he read Cinnamon's note he had retrieved from the desk clerk. He tucked it in his pants pocket and followed Barney and Willy to their rooms.

"What was that about?"  Barney asked on the way up in the elevator.

"Nothing.  Just a note about our bill." Rollin replied nonchalantly, looking at the floor numbers tick by on the doorframe.

Barney nodded, but he had seen Rollin's familiar smile; it was the same one Barney had come to associate with Rollin's thoughts of Cinnamon.  The note must have been from her, he silently concluded.  He felt a pang of guilt.  He missed his wife and kids, but he had to commit to this assignment to make it work. 

Later that evening, Rollin stopped to check on Barney and Willy in their room.  "You guys okay?" 

"Yeah, we're fine.  Where are you off to, Rollin?"  Willy asked, spying Rollin's car keys in his hand. 

"Barney is the one in training, not me." He replied good-naturedly. "I'm going for a drive.  It's too beautiful of a night to be cooped up inside."

"Just don't wake us when you come in.  We have to be up early in the morning and that includes you."  Barney reminded him.

"Fellas, I'll make curfew.  I promise."  He said with a grin and closed the door behind him.

He lit a smoke as he climbed into his rented sedan for the drive across town.  He was hard, just in anticipation of seeing her.  He parked in front of the apartment house.  Inside he noticed a large vase of flowers that decorated the lobby.  He took a stem before continuing to the elevators.  

He strode down the hall quickly finding the right apartment.  He knocked twice.  The door opened to reveal Cinnamon clad in a pink pinot. 

His smile was genuine.  "Hello Beautiful."  He said, handing her a single rose.  "For you."

She smiled shyly.  "Thank you."  She said taking the flower.  "Come in."

"Do you greet all your callers dressed like that?" He said as he shut the door behind him and took her into his arms.

"I was pretty sure you'd be on time" she replied with a grin.

"You know I don't like to keep a beautiful woman waiting," he countered, claiming her lips.

He smiled as they parted.  "I've missed you," he said softly.

She looked up at him, "Me too," she murmured.

His hands caressed her.  "I have an eleven o'clock curfew."  He said.

"Trying to rush me?" 

"No.  I just want to spend every minute I can with you."

She smiled and took his hand, leading him further into the room.  He saw an open bottle of wine and two glasses on the coffee table.  "Shall I pour?"  He offered.

"Let me," she replied.  "You should get comfortable," she added, assessing him and pointing to the bedroom.

He smiled as she turned to pour them each a glass.  He appraised the apartment that added to her cover.  It was not at all like hers, it was a cheap imitation.  Entering the bedroom, he found a kingsize bed.  It was already turned down. 

He was removing his shirt when she joined him.

"Good, I didn't miss the show," she teased.

"I'll give you a show," he teased back, accepting the wineglass.

She smiled as she ran her hand across his bare chest.

He touched his glass to hers.  "To rendezvous'."  

Cinnamon smiled and took a sip of her wine. 

He took her hand lowering it to his belt buckle.  "You wanna help?"

She handed him her glass then brushed his lips with hers as her hands loosened the buckle.

Their eyes locked as her fingers unbuttoned his trousers and slowly drew his zipper across his growing erection.

She pushed the trousers from his hips and they fell about his ankles.

He stepped out of them as she reclaimed her glass and took a sip.  "At least Charlie has good taste in wine," she observed.

He nodded as he drew her to him, untying the bow of her pinot.  "What other tastes does he have?"

"They’re not as good as you would think."

He kissed her softly, tasting the wine on her lips.  "Yes, a good year indeed.  'Charlie' was probably hoping to share it with you.  I'll have to thank him."  He teased.

"Come here."  He moved to sit on the edge of the bed and pulled her to stand between his legs.  He set his glass aside and his hands went to her hips.  Her glass joined his and her fingers combed through his hair as he buried his face against her abdomen. 

His fingers crept underneath the material of the soft silk and found her skin.  His touch ignited the fire between them. 

She pushed his head back and kissed him, then forced him back onto the bed and followed him, straddling his knees.  He smiled up at her.  "Guess we shouldn't waste any time."

"No," she said, pulling his boxers from his hips.  She tossed the garment to the floor and moved back over him.  “Now…” she said, again straddling his hips, “…here we are again.”

He smiled as his hands moved up her thighs as she held him.  She could feel his desire under her. 

She smiled down at him as she lowered herself to lie against him.  He wrapped his arms about her.  “I’ve missed this too.”  He said, kissing her hair. 

She sighed as she settled against him, savoring the scent of him.  She lifted her head and kissed him.  Rollin rolled her off his chest and onto her side so they were facing each other, Rollin caressing her cheek.  "I guess I should feel guilty.  Barney probably misses Paula almost as much as I miss you." 

"Probably more."

"I don't think that's possible," he responded softly.

She smiled softy and kissed him, then pulled away from him.  "Rollin?"

"Hmm?"

“Why can't Barney see Paula while he's training?"

Rollin smiled.  "Cause women weaken men’s legs."

She looked up at him.  "Oh?"

He met her smile, "And mine are feeling pretty strong at the moment."  He said, meeting her lips, rolling her onto her back.  "Time to test the theory."

His lips touched her shoulder as his hand moved slowly across the silk that covered her, brushing her breasts and nipples.  He kissed his way to her ear, his warm breath caressing her skin. 

"You are so beautiful."  He whispered as he turned her face to his and kissed her lips.  He pulled the strap of her gown from her shoulder.  Once the strap was lowered, his mouth trailed eagerly down her jawline and the slope of her neck to her firm, full breasts.  Her nipples, ripe and tight, beckoned.  He groaned and gently pulled one into his mouth.  With tongue and teeth he toyed and teased until her breath came in short gasps. She threw her head back and moaned softly.  

He continued to kiss her as he ran his hand along one shapely leg to the firm curve of her derriere.  Her lips parted under his and she accepted his tongue.  A tremor moved through her as his hand moved up under her gown and his fingers found bare flesh.  She shuddered beneath his touch, and he drew his hand up along her leg to the curve of her hip.  His fingers trailed across her flat stomach, lower to her nest of silken curls.  His hand cupped her, his fingers exploring the delicate folds of flesh, now heavy and damp with desire.

"Rollin," she moaned.  Her body yearned for more, for the press of his flesh, naked and searing against hers.  She was his and that was what she wanted.  All she wanted.

She disengaged their kiss and met his eyes.  She slowly, pulled the gown over her head, shook her hair back and tossed the gown aside.  His warm hand moved down her bare back as she lay back next to him.  He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her. 

He knew she was his for the taking.  Satisfaction surged in his veins and he ground his lips against hers, savoring the sweet taste of her.

He moved one of his legs between hers.  Her hands went to his shoulders.  He moved himself onto her and his firm organ pressed against her, sliding inside her.  He pulled her tight against him and began to churn his hips and move against her at a slow, tormenting pace.  It was all he could do to maintain the slow rhythm.  She was his and he wanted to explode inside her, but he concentrated on her, wanting to give her all the pleasure that he could. 

Locked in his embrace and with him captured inside her, she was soaring, caught within his spell.  He held her tight against him, limiting their movement, but not the sensations that they created.  She tried to encourage his pace, but he purposely did not increase the speed of his thrusts.  His lips covered hers as he moved. 

She wrapped her arms about him as she moaned softly.  "Rollin!"  She called. His hands moved to her backside, pulling her hips toward him.  He was close to his peak.  He increased his pace gradually, bringing her closer to the edge, as well.  "Cinnamon!"  He said, as with one powerful thrust he drove himself deep within her. 

He then exploded inside her with a deep moan, his body clasped to hers.  She shuddered as his body shook with his release and her own orgasm began to heighten. 

 
His head sagged to her shoulder as he continued to move inside her, stimulating her.  She pulled him against her, her hips moving frantically with his.  "Oh yes, Rollin " She called as she, too, climaxed, exploding in waves of quaking ecstasy.

Spent, their hearts beat wildly against each other as they simply held each other, each lost in their own pleasure.

Rollin's head soon moved from her shoulder and he pressed his forehead to hers. "You are incredible." He whispered.

Her pleased eyes met his as he kissed her softly.

They lay together, their bodies still entwined.  His legs were weak now, she thought with a smile.   She gently pushed him back against the mattress so she could lie against him. 

"Hey, what am I, a pillow?"

"Yes," she said snuggling against him.

He wrapped his arms about her and held her fast.  He would be her pillow anytime.  They dozed, peacefully.

Finally, Rollin looked over at the clock.  He couldn't believe it:  The clock read ten-thirty already.  "I have to go," he sighed.

She hugged him tighter, hoping to keep him from going, "So soon?"

"Yeah.  I'm sorry."

He moved slowly from the bed and reached down to find his discarded clothes.  Cinnamon watched him for a moment, then reached out and caressed his backside.

He turned and looked at her.  "Don't.  I can't stay." 

She pouted, as he leaned over her.  "I do have to get some sleep tonight. The guys will have me up early."

He kissed her, then began to dress.  She watched him with pleasure, although she was disappointed to see him go so soon. 

"Is Barney doing ok?"  She asked.

"He's doing great, better than we expected.  He's got a hell-of-a right cross."

"Hand me my robe," she asked, pointing to the chair. “How is he coping without his smokes?”  She inquired.

Rollin smiled.  “It hasn’t exactly been easy on him, but Willy is working on him.” He said as he took the silk robe from the chair and held it out for her.  She dropped the sheet and rose to stand in front of him.  He admired her as he wrapped the robe about her.

He folded her into his embrace.  "You are beautiful," he whispered.

She turned to face him and kissed him.

They stood there holding each other until Rollin reluctantly released her and picked up his brown sweater he had tossed toward the chair.

He followed her into the living room as he pulled on the old sweater and met her at the door. 

Again, he pulled her into his arms. "Thanks for the invitation," he said with a grin.

Her hands went up the front of his shirt underneath his sweater. "My pleasure," she said, her lips curling into the smirk he loved.

She pulled at his brown sweater, "Rollin, where did you find this? The bottom of your closet?" 

"Hey, I'm just a poor boxing manager, not your rich boyfriend promoter."

She slapped his backside playfully, "I prefer my boyfriend, the actor."  She teased. 

He pulled her close, "Yeah?" 

She nodded as he claimed her lips one last time before finally leaving.

Rollin lit a cigarette before he unlocked the sedan.  As he climbed into the car, he noticed a man walking into the apartment building. It was Buckman.

Rollin felt a rush of panic for her and, for an instant moment, of tinge of jealousy on his part.

He took a deep breath, trying to resign himself to the situation.  She was a grown woman and extremely capable, he told himself.

Cinnamon stood at the window, taking a drag on her cigarette.  She was still enjoying the pleasant throb between her legs.  The knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.  For a second she thought it was Rollin, having forgotten something, but the knock was wrong.

Cinnamon opened door. "Yes?" 

"Good evening."  Buckman said.

"Charles?  I wasn't expecting you."

"Things went better than expected."

"I was just turning in."

"Good timing on my part then," he said with a smile.

Cinnamon put her arm across the door. "I have an early call and need to rest." 

Buckman frowned.  He was beginning to become suspicious. She wouldn't sleep with him, at least not yet. 

She moved into the doorway, leaning against the frame.  "Perhaps this weekend, we can get away together," she offered.

He moved to her and kissed her firmly.  "Ok, doll, but I'm not waiting forever."

Cinnamon nodded as he turned and moved back down the hall.  She'd bought herself a little more time.

Back at the hotel, Rollin made his way quietly to his room. He quickly undressed and stretched out on the sofa bed.  He lay there in the darkness.  He could still smell her, taste her.  He closed his eyes.  It would still be a long night, but at least it had been one with a pleasant distraction.

As promised Willy knocked on his door early that morning, ready to get Barney out for a run.  After the run and a large breakfast, they made their way back to the gym for another day of sweat. 

That afternoon, Buckman made his round of the gym, again with Cinnamon on his arm.  They watched as the boxers sparred and Barney continued his work out.  It was all Rollin could do to keep his eyes off of her.  He couldn't get out of his mind that parting pat she'd given to his backside.  He wished that the mission was over…but it was far from that. He couldn’t wait for another rendezvous.

Elena Vorska

Catherine Block

March, 2002

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