Fawne danced an extra set, she was filling in for Bambi who had some business to take care of in town. Stew rarely let any of them dance double sets, but he knew that if anybody could keep the crowd interested that it would be Fawne.
She took the stage and the electricity in the large open room seemed to surge toward her as the attention shifted. Even men in mid lap dance looked up at her as the lights hit her and Bambi's music began. Nobody knew this, not even Bones, but this would be her last week stripping. She was quitting without a notice. She had managed to save up enough money to do without a job for awhile. She had big decisions to make, and didn't need John popping up out of the blue and clouding her view.
The last note of Tina Turner's What's Love Got to Do With It sounded and she rolled her eyes as she left the stage, pulling Bambi's frizzy afro wig off and shaking her own hair free. She was starting to feel dirty for putting her body on display, something that only weeks before she didn't think was possible for her to feel.
"Evening Bones." she said as she pulled a chair closer to him.
"Evening darling." Bones winked at her and handed her his half finished beer.
"No thanks," she almost gagged at the thought of it and hoped he didn't notice.
"You okay?" Bones could sense a difference in her, but he didn't quite know what.
"I'm fine, just hate dancing to other people's music."
"Oh." Bones looked her over. The sequined top left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts looked fuller than ever and he just knew that he had almost no choice but to fall for this girl. She was perfect, sweet, innocent, yet good at warming things up. She was the exact opposite of the wife he used to know so well. She cared about people, listened to his ideas about the world, and made him feel strong and competent.
"Get to work Fawne." Stew came over and leaned over her. "You're covering for Bambi remember?"
Fawne stood up, adjusted her top and bit Bones farewell. Reminding him sweetly that she would need a ride in a little over an hour. She literally couldn't wait.
Bones parked his convertible in what had recently become their spot. The air was crisp but comfortable, and the stars were clear above them. They talked about the world around them. Everything from politics-- which Fawne didn't know or care too much about, to cosmetics-- which Bones didn't know too much about. They enjoyed just talking and getting to
know each other.
Judy constantly teased Bones about his growing infactuation with Fawne, and Fawne came into the bar less and less. She didn't like the thought of John being able to track her down so easily. It was bad enough that he knew where she worked, but the last thing she wanted to do was run into him at the bar and fall like putty into his handsome arms again. She wondered if she'd ever be able to resist him? She hadn't done a very good job of it before.
The conversation about Stew's funny tie collection lulled and Bones had the sudden urge to kiss Fawne. He spent night after night watching her body out on full display. He had her memorized from top to bottom and side to side. He wanted to know other parts of her-- he needed to. He wanted her for his own, even though she was only about four years older than his oldest daugher, she seemed like she was on his level in so many ways. He knew that they would be a perfect fit... He just knew it.
Bones leaned in toward her and even though Fawne wanted more than anything to be kissed by him, she leaned back and asked him what he was doing. "We're just friends, Bones. You know that."
Bones felt like he had been slapped in the face and ran his hands over his forehead in embarrassment. "I'm sorry."
"Remember that lapdance I gave you a few months ago?"
"Yes, how could I forget? It's etched in my brain." Bones didn't know what she was getting at, but then again he didn't know much. Why had he decided to kiss her tonight? They had been parking in this spot to talk for several weeks now, why did he have to go ruin it now?
"Well, you could tell I liked it right? You know I like you back..."
Bones' ears perked up at the sound of this. It was a glimmer of hope at the end of a long steamy smoke filled sweaty tunnel.
"How could I not? You're wonerful and we're great friends. I don't want to ever mess that up. Not ever." The truth was that he was the only friend she really had in the entire world. Sure there were a few of the girls at the club that she liked pretty well, but she hadn't let herself become close with them. They only cared about making money and looking good. She needed more depth that than if she was going to offer herself up to someone as a friend. Especially since she didn't have any family to call her own. Friends were important and she didn't take her friendship with Bones lightly at all.
"Me either, but I can't stop thinking about kissing you. And, well, taking care of you Fawne."
"Thank you Bones, but I don't deserve any of that." Fawne wished things were different, but they weren't. She didn't love Bones in that way, and probably never would. She knew he had a crush on her, but her bleeding and battered heart still in many ways belonged to John and always would. Especially now...