Wicked Game
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Category:
+S through Z › Street Fighter
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,447
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Street Fighter, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two
Chapter Two~
Two weeks later~
Rosemarie Annette Christiansen arrived home a little after six in the evening, ready for a hot bath and a hot meal. It had been another long day of rehearsals for the upcoming production of “Madame Butterfly” and she was ready to scream if she had to sing the final aria again. Even though she was known as the anti-diva, Rosemarie was about to become everyone’s nightmare diva if the staff could not get their act together.
She sighed as she leafed through the stack of mail left on the kitchen counter for her by the maid. Most of it was junk mail and bills. After hanging up her coat and setting her purse on the kitchen counter, Rosemarie walked down the long hallway to the master suite. Kicking off her shoes as she entered the room, she pulled off the cream white sweater followed by the black stretch leggings and pantyhose. She went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water to fill the deep garden tub. She poured a generous amount of milk ‘n’ honey bubble bath to the steaming water before adding the cold water. As she waited for the tub to fill, she pulled off her underwear then tied up her long hair in a loose French twist. Turning off the water, Rosemarie then got into the tub and sank down into the warm, bubbly bliss. As she was unwinding from a long hard day, little did she know that she was being watch from within her own house.
***
Vega watched quietly from his hiding place in the ceiling of Rosemarie’s home as she bathed. She was blessed with the voluptuous curves that the painting masters of old lovingly brought to life on canvas so many centuries ago. He briefly closed his eyes and imagined himself in the bath with her, kissing her as she washed away the stresses of the day. He could almost feel the fullness of her breasts in his hands, her nipples tightening under his touch before his hand slip lower down her body. Vega groaned softly as he grew hard upon thinking about being intimate with the beautiful singer. His erection pressed painfully against the wooden beam on which he was laying. He had to fight to control himself for he wanted to jump through the ceiling and make love to her on the spot. When he finally opened his eyes, Rosemarie had slipped on a dark green satin bra and matching panties followed by a navy blue t-shirt and black cotton track pants. After putting her feet into a pair of pale blue terry slippers, she padded out of the bathroom. He knew that she was going to the kitchen for dinner. In fact, he hoped that she liked red wine with her dinner for he added a little surprise to it before she came home. Now all he had to do was watch…and wait.
After pouring herself a glass wine, she sat down to a dinner of lasagna and salad with strawberry cheesecake for dessert. She took a few sips of wine before starting her meal and before she had even finished the salad, she was beginning to feel very sleepy. ‘I must be more tired than I thought,’ she said to herself as she got up from the table. Rosemarie had only taken a couple a steps when her vision faded to black.
Vega smiled to himself when he saw the young woman fall to the floor unconscious. He then climbed down from the attic by way of the ladder in the laundry room. Going into the kitchen, Vega carefully stepped around the singer’s sleeping form and walked over to the far end of the house to the linen closet near her bedroom. He pulled a light blue flannel blanket from the closet and hurried back to the kitchen. After unfolding the blanket, Vega placed Rosemarie in the middle of it and wrapped her securely within its warm folds. Placing her over his shoulder, he carried her out into the garage then out the back garage door and walked down a short wooded path to where he had parked his SUV. The area surrounding Rosemarie’s home was heavily wooded and large trees hid the house from the neighbors’ view. At least she was smart enough to have bought a sprawling five bedroom, four and a half bathrooms home that set nearly a third of a mile back from the road.
Gently, Vega placed the young woman on the backseat of the vehicle. Placing a pillow under her head, he then managed to buckle the middle seatbelt around her waist and tightened it until he satisfied. After closing the door, Vega got into the driver’s seat and gunned the engine. He looked over his shoulder at beauty sleeping in his backseat one last time before putting the SUV into gear and driving off into the early winter evening.
Two weeks later~
Rosemarie Annette Christiansen arrived home a little after six in the evening, ready for a hot bath and a hot meal. It had been another long day of rehearsals for the upcoming production of “Madame Butterfly” and she was ready to scream if she had to sing the final aria again. Even though she was known as the anti-diva, Rosemarie was about to become everyone’s nightmare diva if the staff could not get their act together.
She sighed as she leafed through the stack of mail left on the kitchen counter for her by the maid. Most of it was junk mail and bills. After hanging up her coat and setting her purse on the kitchen counter, Rosemarie walked down the long hallway to the master suite. Kicking off her shoes as she entered the room, she pulled off the cream white sweater followed by the black stretch leggings and pantyhose. She went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water to fill the deep garden tub. She poured a generous amount of milk ‘n’ honey bubble bath to the steaming water before adding the cold water. As she waited for the tub to fill, she pulled off her underwear then tied up her long hair in a loose French twist. Turning off the water, Rosemarie then got into the tub and sank down into the warm, bubbly bliss. As she was unwinding from a long hard day, little did she know that she was being watch from within her own house.
***
Vega watched quietly from his hiding place in the ceiling of Rosemarie’s home as she bathed. She was blessed with the voluptuous curves that the painting masters of old lovingly brought to life on canvas so many centuries ago. He briefly closed his eyes and imagined himself in the bath with her, kissing her as she washed away the stresses of the day. He could almost feel the fullness of her breasts in his hands, her nipples tightening under his touch before his hand slip lower down her body. Vega groaned softly as he grew hard upon thinking about being intimate with the beautiful singer. His erection pressed painfully against the wooden beam on which he was laying. He had to fight to control himself for he wanted to jump through the ceiling and make love to her on the spot. When he finally opened his eyes, Rosemarie had slipped on a dark green satin bra and matching panties followed by a navy blue t-shirt and black cotton track pants. After putting her feet into a pair of pale blue terry slippers, she padded out of the bathroom. He knew that she was going to the kitchen for dinner. In fact, he hoped that she liked red wine with her dinner for he added a little surprise to it before she came home. Now all he had to do was watch…and wait.
After pouring herself a glass wine, she sat down to a dinner of lasagna and salad with strawberry cheesecake for dessert. She took a few sips of wine before starting her meal and before she had even finished the salad, she was beginning to feel very sleepy. ‘I must be more tired than I thought,’ she said to herself as she got up from the table. Rosemarie had only taken a couple a steps when her vision faded to black.
Vega smiled to himself when he saw the young woman fall to the floor unconscious. He then climbed down from the attic by way of the ladder in the laundry room. Going into the kitchen, Vega carefully stepped around the singer’s sleeping form and walked over to the far end of the house to the linen closet near her bedroom. He pulled a light blue flannel blanket from the closet and hurried back to the kitchen. After unfolding the blanket, Vega placed Rosemarie in the middle of it and wrapped her securely within its warm folds. Placing her over his shoulder, he carried her out into the garage then out the back garage door and walked down a short wooded path to where he had parked his SUV. The area surrounding Rosemarie’s home was heavily wooded and large trees hid the house from the neighbors’ view. At least she was smart enough to have bought a sprawling five bedroom, four and a half bathrooms home that set nearly a third of a mile back from the road.
Gently, Vega placed the young woman on the backseat of the vehicle. Placing a pillow under her head, he then managed to buckle the middle seatbelt around her waist and tightened it until he satisfied. After closing the door, Vega got into the driver’s seat and gunned the engine. He looked over his shoulder at beauty sleeping in his backseat one last time before putting the SUV into gear and driving off into the early winter evening.