Two Ships

The Collision

The Collision

Keanu woke before dawn, his night left him exhausted, and peaceful sleep was elusive. Keanu was ready to get out of this god-forsaken bed and find coffee. Throwing off the covers, he quickly got dressed, packed up his things, determined to find a place more semi-permanent than the hotel, and went in search of caffeine. He found a wonderful coffee shop within walking distance of his hotel. Keanu found he liked this town. It was small and quiet. It was quaint. People here let him have his space, a small reprieve in his life. No reporters following him or people camped outside his door. Keanu was told about this hidden gem by other actors, but he didn't believe them. Eastwood had bought a home here. Others as well. Who would have thought this Ozark town would hide so many A-listers? He took some well-given advice and decided to venture to see for himself, take a short vacation away from the Hollywood Hills and far away from the Enclave, where flocks of fans gathered at his front door. Keanu needed a break from that life. He found he liked the serene calm and quiet here. Walking around town he discovered many hidden spots and a plethora of food and drink, much as he had at home.

It surprised him that this space felt so comforting. Keanu wondered if he would see her. Walking about her business in town maybe by chance. If fate favored him today, he would. The town had its charms. Very much like the charms of a certain red-headed female that strangely fascinated him into exploring this place. Like her, he wanted to unravel the possibilities. He had to know if last night was real or a fluke. Keanu had to see her again. He had the way, but how would she react to a stranger at her door? Would she welcome him and want him there? Keanu knew he had to take that chance. Making a bold decision, he called a cab and took a chance.

Abigale spent her day off being productive. Even when she wasn't working she found herself working. Some might say she was a workaholic. Project upon project there was always something. Today she was painting. The canvas half-finished on the stand, Abigale in her pajamas, paint strung about, she attempted to visualize the images in her mind and transfer them into color. The fact that she couldn't get him out of her mind influenced the work. She had to get that man out of her mind. She was becoming fixated.

Staring at the black on the canvas and the blend of the blues and violets, she was deep in concentration when she heard the car pull into the driveway. Of course, Abigale thought. Never a moment of peace. She wondered what they needed today. It was always something, one of the kids, or her family, stopping by unannounced. It was a daily occurrence, which is why, on this particular Thursday, she remained where she sat knowing the door was unlocked and they would let themselves in. Perhaps that is why the knock came as a shock, it jolted her out of the painting, and off to answer she went.

Keanu had convinced himself she wouldn't be there, that this was crazy. He would just drive by, satisfy his curiosity about where she lived, and go on with his day. Her car was in the driveway, she was home. Pleasant surprise. He paid the driver and made his way to the door. His stomach was in knots. He was nervous. Maybe she wouldn't answer, maybe he should have brought flowers? What do you take to the woman you don't know that you almost ravished in a parking lot the day after? Is there a standard gift for that situation? What is the protocol here? A million questions raced through his mind and he knocked. Anticipation made him edgy. This was new territory. What he didn't expect was a barefoot, unkempt female answering her door. Abigale had tiny feet. It was the first thing he noticed.

Keanu took in the sight of her, her hair in curls that wildly framed her face, paint covering her hands, and a streak of blue on her cheek faint, but it was there all the same. Fuzzy pajama bottoms and a loose shirt clung to her, making it apparent she wasn't prepared for company and most certainly wasn't wearing a bra. Wait, was that a tattoo? Fascinating, he thought. This woman was beautiful, and Keanu knew he was in trouble. Abigail's eyes went wide but she regained her composure quickly. He had to give her credit for that. "Abigale?"

She pursed her lips, he saw the rise of her chest as she took a breath. "This is not happening." She took another breath, "Come in."

Abigale stepped out of the way so he could go into the room and waited to shut the door behind him. "Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, hot or Cold Tea, soda?" She turned to walk him into the house.

Keanu followed her. "Water is fine."

"It's in the mini-fridge, I'll be right back." Abigale left him in the kitchen as she made her way towards the back of the house.

Keanu took a minute to take in the surroundings. On the table sat a canvas. He had interrupted her again. Looking around, the walls of her home were decorated with paintings, nothing flashy or famous. Nothing recognizable. The paintings were more personal. He went to the mini fridge and was surprised to see it was stocked to entertain, with sodas of multiple flavors, and bottles of water. She kept it stocked. Interesting, he thought. Drinking the water, walking around, and taking in the kitchen, it was small but well kept, organized, and uncluttered. The living room was comfortable, but it was the painting of the trees that held his gaze. An abstract but something about it drew him in. He wondered what captivated the artist. The blend of color and light is, unusual to be sure.

Abigale was shaken. Keanu Reeves is in her kitchen. For f***s' sake, he's at her house! How in the hell did he get that information? Pulling back her hair into a clip, rinsing off her face, and trying to find clothes, she was frenzied. Abigale pulled on some jeans and found a shirt that covered her arms, and after adding a bra she decided that maybe she needed to rethink her no bra on days off rule. Abigale found him in the living room. Keanu was studying her work. It would be the trees, she thought to herself. Shaking her head she went into the kitchen to put on the kettle. Hot tea sounded like a safe choice this afternoon. Abigale felt him as he walked back into the kitchen. Watching her put water into the kettle seemed to interest him. It seemed like the simplest of things fascinated this man.

"How did you find me? I don't exactly advertise my address." She did her best to keep her eyes on the kettle and not take in the man standing there.

"The bartender was helpful." Keanu watched her intently.

That caught her attention. She put the kettle on the stove, turned on the heat, and faced him, "Just how helpful was he?"

Keanu saw fire in her eyes. Zane may not have exaggerated when he said she would kill him, in that instant he could imagine it. "He gave me your address."

Abigale's face fell, "I suppose my phone number wasn't sufficient?"

Keanu realized a call would have been the wiser choice. "I wouldn't know. Abigale, I couldn't leave it as we did last night. You should know that has never happened to me before."

Abigale's back was to him when he heard her say, "I don't know you, Mr. Reeves;''

Keanu grabbed her hand, he wanted to make sure he had Abigale's full attention. As he interrupted her, he waited for her to turn around and look at him. "Abigale, I think we are past formalities at this point, Ke or Keanu please." It wasn't like him to interrupt someone mid-sentence but after practically f*****g someone in a parking lot, they were past being strangers, and, hearing her call him Mr. Reeves grated his nerves.

"Okay then," Abigale continued, '"Keanu, last night was what it was. Two ships passed in the night and, as, it happened, it was terrifying and wonderful and that's all. I don't know you. It was chemistry, just chemistry. We can leave it at that, packed up as a nice memory of an impossible meeting, and leave it there."

Keanu did not pause to reply, "What if I don't want to "Leave it there"? What if I want to explore that? 'Maybe I'm not ready to leave it at that." He was still holding her hand looking at the floor. Keanu had always followed his passion. His heart and feelings had always led him and this was no different. Keanu pulled her into him looking into her eyes, "What if I want to do this?" And with that, he leaned down and kissed her.

Once again Abigale felt the heat, intense, mind-blowing. Once more Keanu felt as if his body was on fire, and his mouth began exploring hers. He felt it the moment she gave in, letting him take his fill of her. Keanu's hands moved down her body, over her back and her shoulders, holding her head to pull her in deeper.

Abigale tasted of honey. Wanting more, Keanu moved his hands down the length of her side and around her waist. Abigale felt his hands find her ass then he picked her up, sat her on the counter, and moved his body in between her legs. Kissing her deeply, thoroughly, Keanu lost himself in the moment. Tasting her, that sweetness on her lips, feeling the softness and give of her skin. He moved his lips away to kiss her chin, he traced her neckline with his mouth finding the collarbone. The shirt Abigale wore became a barrier to furthering his exploration. When Keanu finally pulled away he understood the word breathtaking at a much deeper level.

"This is crazy." He said to himself.

Abigale held him close, nose to nose, foreheads touching, she hadn't opened her eyes yet. Abigale needed to see him. When she met his gaze there was a spark. It was as strong as he was. Trying to find words she was glad she was breathless. This was crazy, he was right. The moment broke with the sound of the kettle's high-pitched whistle. Abigale jumped. Pushing him back gently she scooted herself off of the counter. His body was like a brick wall, tall, strong, and sturdy. Abigale thought to herself that he was towering over her small frame. Her head reached his chest. She could bury her face there in him. She wondered what his heart sounded like. Her's raced.

Abigale moved to turn off the stove and move the kettle. His back to her back they stood there. Each trying to process the moment. Neither wanting to move.

He broke the silence. "Let me take you to lunch."

Abigale moved away to grab the tea, and Keanu turned around to watch her. Abigale moved gracefully. "Can we just see if we can share space without trying to maul each other? Or maybe give me a minute to process. This is absolutely insane, this is crazy, you're absolutely right. What the hell are we doing here Keanu?" Abigale was flustered.

Keanu understood the frustration. "I don't know. I don't know why I feel like I have to touch you." Keanu looked at Abigale, he continued to speak, "I don't know why I'm so drawn to you. This is new to me. I don't know why I have no self-control when I'm with you. I just do. There is something here, I'm not imagining this Abigale. There is something between us. I need to see it through, I have to know."

Abigale met his eyes, "No you're not imagining things, I feel this. I don't know what this is. It scares the hell out of me. Sit with me." Abigale gathered her tea, moved to the table covered in paint and clutter, and pushed things out of the way to make space. "Just sit with me."

Keanu followed, sitting at her table allowing Abigale a minute, Keanu found he needed to take a minute for himself as well. Keanu broke their silence, "I took a leave today, I'm going to be here for a while. I'm looking for an apartment. I want to explore this, explore us, I don't want to live the rest of my life wondering "what if". I want your time. I want time with you. Can you give me that?"

Abigale listened to him, taking in Keanu's words. "You're staying here, in town and you decided that today?" she asked.

Keanu responded in his soft manner, speaking earnestly. He said, "Last night actually, I called my agent last night after you left. I couldn't leave. Not without knowing."

Abigale felt that too, "You know nothing about me, I could be some psychopath." She thought to herself, getting involved with him like this did sound a bit psychotic.

"Are you a psychopath Abigale?" Keanu had met his share of them but wanted to hear her answer to her own question.

"No, but I could have been." She smiled at him then.

"I want to know you." Keanu meant that he realized he meant those words. He did want to know her, to know everything about her.

"What do you want to know about Keanu?" Abigale looked at the table, finding the pattern of the wood interesting at the moment.

"Everything, I want to know everything." Keanu watched her then. He knew he was making her nervous and found he enjoyed making Abigale nervous. It meant he affected her.

"Everything could take a while. It's not that interesting." Abigale took a sip of her drink. It was hot and warmed her up. "What about you? What if I want to know about you?" Abigale looked at him then.

Keanu hadn't thought of that. "You want to know about me?" The thought that she didn't see him as the characters on screen and realized those works of art were far from his reality and persona made this dangerous. Keanu needed a minute, this just got complicated. "It's a two-way street? Well then, you should know I'm private."

"I believe that's common knowledge, you make sure of that. And I get it, the world wants every part of you. The risk you take when you share pieces of yourself, it must be a heavy burden to know everything you do or think can be front-page news if spoken to the wrong person. Does it get lonely not being able to let anyone in?" Abigale sensed she had gotten a bit too personal.

"Why yes Oprah, it does." He gave her that smile. It was charming. How was it possible to be this comfortable with her, a complete stranger. For the first time, he felt safe. "I just have to be careful, I don't know if I'm ready to be an open book just yet."

Abigale wasn't ready for another one-way street, one-night stand, even with him; especially with him. "If you want me to let you in, you have to meet me halfway Keanu. I may not be a celebrity, but I have my own demons, and talking about myself is rather unpleasant."

He reached for her hand, she let him, intertwining fingers. She felt that connection again. She smiled.

"I don't know why something this simple feels so complicated," Abigale said.

Keanu looked at her, "It doesn't have to be. We can simplify things."

"Somehow my dear Keanu, I don't think there is anything simple about you below the surface." Abigale pulled back a little then. Saying that to him made this real.

Keanu was determined, "This chemistry is simple, it feels right Abigale, it feels natural."

She took a minute and chose her reply with thought and care. "This is simple, it's s*x, it's chemistry. And you're probably right Keanu, it doesn't have to be complicated. We could f**k, get it out of our systems, let it settle, and walk away, two ships and all that. Yes, that is simple." Abigale could keep this simple, just s*x, walk away, it wouldn't be the first time.

"You're suggesting we f**k?" He was not sure whether this was a test or if there was a correct response to her rationale.

Abigale wasn't sure she believed her reasoning but continued, "I'm suggesting that s*x in and of itself can be as simple as that yes. Between us, I don't think it's possible for it to just BE s*x. There's more to this than that. I'm saying I can't think straight when you're touching me."

He smiled at the thought that he was affecting her too. There were no mind games here, she wasn't trying to seduce him, she was just being honest. That was new.

"Keanu," Abigale made his name sound like silk, he loved hearing her say his name and listened as she finished making her point. "I do no strings attached like I was born for it. It isn't difficult to remove emotions from the action and distance if that is all you want from this exploration."

"Abigale, if this happens between us, and at the moment I want it to, believe me, you'd remember it and I promise you, I'll make you feel it as well."

She took that in, "So would you Ke, so would you."

Her words affected his body. He responded to her, blood rushing into him and he was hard. "You can't say things like that, don't say things you don't mean Abigale, I have a bad habit of believing them."

Abigale spoke then, "Let me be clear, I want you too. Who wouldn't want to have that memory? Absolutely yes. But heat like this, it can burn. And other than pure s****l attraction, I don't know you. I want to f**k you, but I don't know anything about you." Abigale stood up, letting his hand fall from hers. "So this between us, it's all about s*x, and who says I didn't mean it?" She pulls off her shirt, "We are both adults, I'm consenting, the offer is there if you want to take it."

Keanu didn't give her a chance to reconsider, he was out of the chair pulling Abigale to him in an instant. Her mouth found him and his hands moved to undo her bra. With skilled precision, Keanu had it unlatched effortlessly. He moved so she could remove her arms from the straps and let them fall from her body. Abigale was beautiful. His hands found her breast, softly stroking and teasing her n*****s. He wanted to taste them. Trailing kisses down her neck over her collarbone, his tongue running soft circles around her n*****s and gently sucking, taking her in. Abigale was caught. This felt so very right. She wanted him. He had too many clothes on.

Pulling Keanu off of her, she was moving her hands down his body to his waist, pulling his shirt out of his pants. "So many f*****g buttons." Slowly and nimbly using her fingers to release each button. She took her time, he let her.

Keanu had never had someone hold him so gently. Taking care of him, taking her time. He pulled her closer, her hair smelled like fresh rain, it was soft. He ran his fingers through her mane and held her in the cleft of his chest. He could be patient. Then he felt her lips find him. Kissing him, moving her lips over his pecs and the sensations of lust and wanting to consume his body. This was soft, gentle, and loving.

She was moving further down his body, exploring him with her mouth, Unbuckling his belt, and releasing the buttons from his pants. She moved back up to find Keanu's lips and mouth parted, taking him in, he was muscled, and she felt the moisture pool between her legs. She wanted him. Taking Keanu by the hand she pulled him to her bedroom, it was decorated in black, and dark, and the bed looked inviting. She watched him kick off his shoes and remove his socks then Keanu moved towards her. Abigale was already removing her jeans when he reached for her.

Abigale moved her hands down lower, sliding his pants off and onto the floor. Abigale then found the signature Calvin's hugging him in places she wanted to see and touch. Keanu's arousal was pressing through the fabric and she was not going to be disappointed if the bulging outline was any indication. Those had to go, she slowly pulled the band town around his hips and watched him freed of his restriction. She wanted to taste him. Abigale kissed him gently, a moan escaped Keanu's lips. When she took his length into her mouth a moan escaped hers. He was thick, long, uncut, and impressive. Her hands stroked him while her mouth moved up and down along his shaft. She moved lower, her tongue found his sack and she carefully sucked on him.

Keanu wrapped his fingers in her hair, when she went back to his c**k and started giving him full c**k worshipping attention he knew he had to be inside of her soon. It had been a while and he couldn't hold out much longer. Later, Keanu told himself that he would let Abigale take her time. He pulled Abigale from her pleasure between his legs and hoisted her up against him and then moved her onto the bed. Finding her lips, he kissed her, fully taking her in. He pulled off her panties and her legs wrapped around him.

Keanu wanted to take his time to explore her body but he lacked the discipline for that this time. "I want you, I need to be inside you. Abigale I don't, I can't take my time right now." He looked into her eyes as he entered her. She was tight, her muscles wrapped around him, "Jesus Christ, I'm going to f**k you."

Abigale answered by moving against him, forcing him deeper inside her. "Then don't take your time, f**k me like you own me."

He thrust hard inside of her, pumping against her. Abigale felt him lose control, the strength of his thighs, his ass was firm and her hands held him, pulling him into her. He moved against her, grinding into her, he was wrapped around her and thrusting faster.

"Where the hell have you been all my life?" Keanu spoke the words without thinking.

"I've been here, waiting for you." She said those words, they hit Keanu like a weight.

"I need you Abigale." He had never been more heartfelt when those words escaped his lips. He pulled out of her, turning Abigale over onto her stomach.

For the first time, he saw them, the scars on her back, the art that covered them. "Holy s**t, what is all that?"

"Reading Material." Abigale smiled.

He laughed. Had he ever laughed like this during s*x? Did it matter right now? Pulling her ass towards him, Keanu entered her from behind, taking her slowly. Grabbing Abigale's shoulders and pulling her back into him. Her ass bounced off of him as she f****d him. Deep inside her, he knew he was close. Keanu wanted this to last but lacked the capacity to make it so. He was close to exploding. " I want you on top of me Abigale." Effortlessly he maneuvered Abigale from her knees in front of him with her beautiful legs spread open giving him an amazing view of her p***y and ass to a position riding him.

Abigale lowered herself onto him, impaling herself with his massive c**k, she felt him pulsing inside of her, her muscles spasming around him. As she rode him she closed her eyes and let herself go. Bouncing up and down, moving him in and out of her body, she felt his body stiffen, she felt his hands on her hips, his ass rising from the bed as they moved together, intertwined and connected.

"Abigale, look at me." Keanu's voice was deep, desperate; he was close.

Abigale opened her eyes and leaned over him. He pulled her arms down into him, and when he found his release Keanu's eyes opened, his mouth never leaving hers as he spilled himself into her. Abigale's eyes changed, her body tightened as she fell with him into the void. Her mouth open, breathless, she came for him. He felt her muscles contract and release on his c**k, his orgasm mixed with hers pushed him over the edge of reason. Keanu let go and fell with Abigale into that space. A spiral, one Keanu knew he would never come out of, this woman was his. She belonged to him now in a way he couldn't understand.

He was hers, Always, and at that moment he didn't want to be anywhere else but right here, with her for as long as she would have him.

Spent, she moved off of him, "I hate that feeling." She said to him softly.

He agreed, leaving her body made him feel empty somehow. "I'm realizing I'm not a fan either." He reached for her, pulling her into him. He wanted to hold her forever. Abigail's body fit flawlessly with his. She snuggled into him and they both fell into a peaceful sleep, her head on his chest.

The last thing Abigale remembered was the sound of the rhythm of his heartbeat. She realized then it matched her own.

Keanu let her sleep, his body drained, his mind at peace. Rest, finally, he thought, now I can sleep. Now I can rest. His last thoughts were of her. Somehow this stranger had captivated him. Keanu knew then that he would never be the same. Life had changed and now he had to figure out what that meant, for both of them. In this instant, his life became their life. What do we do now? He thought they could tackle that when they woke up. For now, he needed sleep. Abigale breathed deeply beside him, it would seem like he was not the only one sleep-deprived, yes sleep now. Reality can wait a little while longer.