Note: This Part is in second person

BRIAN & EVE

They had been riding for about 20 minutes. Other than giving him a courteous *thank you* for opening the car door for her Eve hadn’t really spoken and neither had Brian. Brian concentrated on driving. The traffic was rather heavy on the interstate for a Sunday and he vaguely wondered about its cause. 

“How long before your flight?”

She looked at her watch, “It leaves in 2 hours, 18 minutes.”

Brian inclined his head to acknowledge her answer. He was still taken by surprise by the Whiskey and Smoke texture of her voice. It was such a stark contrast to her petite form. But then everything about her was a surprise to him. He was still reeling from their first physical contact and wondering why she wasn’t as shaken by it as he was. When her hand had touched his and her lips had touched his cheek he’d felt an electric shock tingling through his entire body. Yet she didn’t seem to notice it. She had smiled at him as if nothing in the ordinary was occurring. As if she did not feel the electric shock their touching created. He wanted to----no needed to know what that shock of awareness meant.

Brian shook his thoughts off and returned his attention back to his driving. Although the traffic was heavy he didn’t see them being held up for over 2 hours. They should make the airport in plenty of time for her to make her flight. She didn’t have any luggage so her check in would be relatively quick.

Brian slid a Nickleback CD in the player. The first notes of *You Remind Me* drifted from the speakers. Brian was at Woody’s when he first heard the song. Some aging twink that had been cruising him all night selected it from the jukebox. It was a weeknight and the bar wasn’t crowded. Brian was just high enough to think about fucking the aging twink and bored enough to actually listen to the words of the song. Every word seemed to scream at him. Every verse a reenactment of his failure with Justin. It was as if the song had been written just for him. Except for one line. He’d never told Justin he loved him in words, but he’d thought his actions were enough. He had been wrong. Like with so many other things where he and Justin were concerned. He’d bought the CD the next day. If asked he couldn’t tell anyone what other songs were on the CD. He’d set it up for repeat and listened to one song over and over again.

The song filled the void of silence in the car. Not that the silence bothered him. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence and he was glad Eve didn’t fill it with mindless chatter. To be exact he felt rather comfortable in her presence. No need to impress, insult, or *glitter and shine.* That within itself was a novelty.

Her visit had been relatively short, about 4 hours. He heard her tell Vic that once she’d found the letters he’d sent her she had tracked him down through his DMV records. Less than 24 hours after verifying his address she had just caught a flight. She knew she’d have to leave in a few hours after getting to Pittsburgh but she couldn’t wait to see him. Of course that had started the water works again, but it seemed that was just the theme of tonight’s dinner.

He looked over at Eve. She seemed to be lost in thought. Every so often he’d catch a fleeting smile cross her lips and he’d wondered what she was thinking about. She sat holding some pictures of the *family* Deb had given her like they were priceless treasures. As he studied her profile his first impression of her remained the same. He would not call her beautiful. Her face was a combination of bold strong features. It lacked the delicate features associated with traditional beauty. Her face was more compelling, more captivating. It was unforgettable. She definitely wasn’t the cookie cutter traditional beauty. 

Brian also liked the few glimpses of her personality that he’d seen so far. A little flirtatious but not overly so, refined manners but not stiff or stuffy, a sarcastic wit tempered by her easy smile. She was direct without being blunt and had a way of putting everyone around her at ease. Qualities that he admired but lacked. Yet…there was something more…something that they had in common.

There was just something about her that he identified with but he just couldn’t put his finger on it. If the few things she’d said about her life was any indication she’d had it pretty rough after her Father died. Although he doubted that she had been physically abused he did think she may have suffered from feelings of abandonment, loneliness and sadness. Since Justin had left the loft he was finding out a lot about abandonment, loneliness and even sadness, although he’d never admit it to anyone. 

By a few snatches of the things she’d said Brian had no doubt that the *Reverend* as she’d called him, had tried his best to control every facet of her life. Bend her into his idea of what a *God fearing* woman should be. It didn’t seem as if the Reverend had been able to bend her into the woman he wanted her to be. Brian figured it was the 12 years she had with Vic and her Father that had given her the strength of character she needed to survive living with the Reverend.

So, no he didn’t sense another abused soul mate in her. But there was…..something and he needed to find out what it was in her that called to him. 

“Do you mind?” she asked pulling a slender silver case from her purse. 

“No, go right ahead.” He thought she was pulling out a cigarette case. He was wrong.

The intertwined initials of EAW were engraved on the case. He watched her hands. They were small, the skin smooth, her fingers long and slender. Her fingernails were cut short and buffed to a healthy pink shine. Although he suspected she probably had a clear coat of polish on them. She wore a tri-colored ring on the thumb of her left hand. She snapped open the silver case and pulled out a slim cigar, she hit the bottom several times against the case before she lit it with a matching initialed silver lighter. The aromatic smoke of the cigar filled the confines of the small car. Eve rolled her window down a fraction of an inch to allow the smoke to drift out.

Brian watched as she closed her eyes and inhaled the aromatic smoke into her lungs and slowly exhaled. Damn if she didn’t look….Brian’s mind searched for a word and he finally settled on content. 

“This is one of my little guilty pleasures,” she admitted looking over at him.

“So what are you smoking?” 

“West Indies Vanilla. I tried cigarettes they didn't have enough taste or flavor. I figured if I was going to die from lung cancer I wanted it to be as pleasurable as possible. So I tried cigars. In them I found one of my many additions.” 

That statement intrigued Brian. “So, how many and what type?” 

She turned to face him and gave him a mischievous smile, “More than I care to admit to and none that I care to share.”

The answer made Brian laugh. She joined in. He reached over and took the cigar from her fingers. Placing it between his lips he inhaled deeply and exhaled. It tasted sweet, faintly of vanilla. He didn’t think he’d prefer it to the acrid taste of a cigarette.

Eve thought there was just something so sexy about Brian’s strawberry colored lips wrapped around the cigar. She could only imagine his lips sucking a dick. She could picture him and Justin together. Two beautiful men wrapped in an erotic embrace. She wondered what had broken the two apart. 

“Not bad. I’m not sure they’re for me, though.“ He handed her back her cigar. 

She took it from him placing her lips over the same spot his had just occupied. “Cigars are an acquired taste like many other things,” she said seductively.

He cut his eyes at her raising his left eyebrow. “Care to elaborate on that?“

“Not at the present time.“ 

“Care to explain why that song is playing over and over?” 

“Not at the present time?”

Her husky, sultry laugh filled the air. Their eyes met; locked. He held her stare unblinkingly. His mind kept trying to grasp the *something* in her that continued to elude him. His attention was again dragged back to the traffic. 

“Damn!“ Brian groaned as he shifted gears. Traffic had completely stopped. “Shit! I think we are going to be sitting for a few minutes.” He turned his attention to Eve. “So, why don’t we get to know each other.”

“So, what do you want to do? Play 20 questions?” she joked.

“I don’t know. Will 20 questions tell your story?”

She gave him a sly smile, “It won’t even skim the surface.”

He laughed at that. She pointed to the bottle of beer in his cup holder, “Mind if I take a sip?” 

He shrugged, “Help yourself. Although I’m shocked that a woman raised by a reverend would indulge in the sinfulness of drinking alcoholic beverages.......and smoking,” he taunted.

Eve turned up the bottle and took a long swallow, “You’d be amazed at what a woman raised by a reverend indulges in.”

“Well, why don’t you tell me,” he challenged.

She gave a slow smile and her eyes lit up with mischief, “Too much to tell and not enough time to do it.”

He had to laugh again. She answered every question he asked and told him nothing. He thought only he, lawyers, telemarketers and politicians had that particular talent. Now he’d have to add Eve to the list. His attention was directed back to the road as the traffic started to move.

“Are you a muncher, bi or hetero?”

Eve was prepared for the question. She knew he’d ask her eventually. Eve liked Brian‘s candor. He didn’t pull any punches. He came right out and asked the hard questions. She knew that after the family had seen pictures of her at Piedmont Park for the Gay Pride Parade in Atlanta they had all wanted to ask her if she was a lesbian. Everyone was too polite to do so. Not Brian. He wanted to know and he asked.

When she didn’t answer his question right away Brian cut his eyes at her. She was lighting another cigar. She slowly exhaled the smoke. 

“Does it really matter? And if so does it really define who I am?” she asked.

For a while he didn’t say anything as he maneuvered through the traffic. He thought about the answer she’d given him. In her cryptic reply laid the answer to his question. He didn’t know why it really mattered. She was Vic’s daughter. Now a part of their fucked up extended family. That’s all that mattered. Yet, there was just something about her. There was just something. He pulled into the airport passenger drop off and turned in his seat to face her. 

“So Angel Cakes, are you going to answer my question?”

Without warning she fisted her small hands in the collar of his leather jacket and forcefully pulled him forward as she met him over the stick shift. Her sudden action caught him off guard and he gasped. That was all she needed. Her hot tongue penetrated his open mouth. Her full, soft luscious lips gluing to his full firm ones. 

Brian felt as if his mouth was being eaten inside out. No other parts of their bodies touched just their mouths and faces. Their faces pressed together their mouths locked, their breaths and spit mingling. Their eyes locked in a supreme battle of dominance. Murky greenish-gray eyes pierced golden topaz ones. 

Her kiss tasted faintly of the vanilla cigar she smoked but mostly it just tasted of her. Natural and earthy. A taste Brian recognized that was all her own. She explored every crevice of his mouth, licked his teeth, the roof of his mouth, both cheeks, and beneath his tongue before she greedily sucked his tongue into the hot cavity of her mouth. 

Her kiss was nothing like the other women he’d kissed. This kiss was more carnal, more raw, more elemental. There was nothing soft, gentle or hesitant about it. It was virtual fucking of the mouths. And wasn't that what most fucks were about, not the fuck itself but a battle for control and power. 

Eve had started this kiss to make a point with Brian that she knew who and what he was but it had gotten out of control--taken on a life of its own and for the life of her she couldn't seem to break it. Didn't want to break it.

Brian finally came out of his stupor and became the aggressor. The role he took in all aspects of his life. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her even closer to his face his eyes flashing with a challenging glint that she met with one of her own. His eyes never broke contact with hers. He wrestled with her for control of the kiss thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth mimicking fucking. He heard a moan and whimper escape her throat and he wasn't sure if it was of pain or pleasure.

Those walking past the car and seeing the two mistook their embrace as the parting sensual kiss of lovers. That couldn't have been further from the truth.

Brian's mouth ravaged hers and she ravaged his. Their tongues performed a power struggle, thrusting, circling, sucking, licking and slapping against each other battling for dominance. Their mouths, tongues and lips would be sore and raw when the kiss ended. 

Brian's hands slid through the thick soft waves of her hair firmly holding her in his grasp. His mouth slanted over hers to deepen their kiss, his much longer tongue exploring parts of her mouth that her tongue couldn't reach in his. He heard a deep guttural groan and vaguely registered it as his. Whether the groan was pain or pleasure he didn't know, more importantly he didn't care.

Occasionally they were forced to break their mouth fucking to breathe. They used the reprieve as a chance to nibble on each other's lips as they drew in deep breaths of air before attacking each other's mouths again. Their mouth fucking went on for what seemed like an hour but it was probably only minutes.

Just as Eve started the kiss without warning she ended it just as abruptly. She released his jacket shoving him roughly from her. They were both left breathing hard, gasping for air. Their ragged breaths filling the small confines of the car. Their lips red, swollen and glistening with spit. Both of them reeling from the almost violent force of their kiss. She leaned forward, her forehead touching his, her lips mere millimeters from his, her eyes locked with his. Her eyes blazed with emotions Brian new all to well; power and control. She flicked her tongue out and licked off the spit that glistened on his swollen red lips then sat back with a smug smile.

“That’s what I am,“ she said as an answer to his question. Before he could respond she slid across the seat opened the car door and stepped out into the night air. By the time his breathing had returned to some semblance of normalcy he could only watch stunned as her graceful, fluid stride carried her through the terminal doors and away from him.

He finally knew exactly what that *something* was they shared. Her kiss wasn’t meant to arouse or seduce him. The kiss had nothing to do with sex or lust and everything to do with aggression and dominance. The kiss was simply her way of answering his question. The look she gave him while they kissed had been one of power and control. Whether, muncher, bi or hetero he and Eve were the same. *Predators.* 

He watched her until she disappeared from his line of vision. In his mind he could see her in a bar or nightclub. Her MO similar if not the same as his. She would scope out the herd of sweaty bodies, single out her prey, separate them from the herd and moved in for the *thrill.* Quick, efficient and effective. Probably had a reputation in the Atlanta nightclubs she frequented as *The Greatest Fuck Ever.* He gave a bitter little laugh. Hell, the same title he still held in the Pitts. Perhaps he’d met the female version of Brian Kinney. That thought caused a grimace to flit across his handsome features before he dismissed it. There was no other version *male or female* of Brian Kinney. That he was sure of.

Brian gave his patented tongue and cheek smirk as he pulled away from the curb. He looked down her cigar was still smoldering in the ashtray. He picked it up and inhaled the sweet aromatic smoke deeply into his lungs. He slowly exhaled it his mind on the woman that had just exited his car. Now that he knew what she was he was determined to find out her prey of choice. His sardonic laughter filled the car’s interior as he thought, *Vic’s little Angel Cakes was no Angel.*