Two Ships

The Pull

The Pull

Something strange happened then. Keanu felt a pull like he had not felt before, he moved quickly out the door, instinct, he had no control, he had to follow. The cold air hit him, it was dark and there she was almost to her car. He ran across the parking lot, "Abigale, Abigale, Wait!"

She turned, and he was running toward her. It was an iconic movement. She had seen him move this way on screen so many times. It wasn't much distance and he crossed it effortlessly.

Keanu caught up to her, "I don't know you, and this is absolutely insane, but may I kiss you?"

She was stunned into silence, then laughed, "You want to kiss me? You don't even know me."

Keanu paused, "I know, and it's crazy, but I have to know what your lips taste like."

Abigale had had her fair share of odd requests, and this one time she realized, she too wanted to know. Maybe it was pure curiosity, perhaps it was this one-in-a-million chance to kiss a Hollywood A-lister, maybe it was throwing caution to the wind because how many people got this kind of an opportunity, and maybe it was the whiskey. Abigale didn't know but she did know she had one opportunity and she wasn't a coward. "I'm not usually inclined to indulge in crazy craziness, but you've caught me at a strange moment, yes."

Keanu didn't wait, he grabbed her and pulled her close, their lips meeting, and electricity shot through them both, it was an electrical current coursing through them. Passion and fire, the world spinning, she couldn't breathe and surrendered to the moment and the world disappeared. His lips on hers, hungry, devouring her very being and she gave in, pulling Keanu in closer and grabbing the back of his neck Abigale allowed herself to greedily take him in, his scent, his presence. The heat and fusion of the connection as the world fell away. Abigale wanted him, her stomach in knots and her chest on fire. Keanu pulled her in closer, pressing himself up against her, he was aroused, the hardness pressed against her stomach. Keanu wrapped his arms around Abigale, finding her waist, Keanu lifted her up to his height, Abigale's feet left the ground and she was lost in the moment. His body was on fire, Keanu felt himself swelling and pulsing, this reaction was animalistic. Keanu felt a primal need like he had never felt before. A protectiveness swelled inside of him. He wanted to rip her clothes off. He wanted to feel himself inside of her. They pulled away from each other, Abigale waiting to get her bearings and find herself on the ground again. Her body ached. She couldn't catch her breath.

Keanu held her at arm's length. "Dear God, what was that?" He was flushed, couldn't slow his breathing, his heart was racing. Her eyes were wide, her chest heaving, every inch of her body tingling.

The world stopped. Abigale didn't know what to say. What could she say? She fumbled, finding her keys, "I have to go." Her eyes were glazed over, she was in a fog, no whiskey had ever caused this reaction. "Mr. Reeves, It was a pleasure, have a wonderful evening." Abigale opened the door and got inside the car, pulling the door open. She was trembling to find the seatbelt.

Turning the car on got his attention as if he was snapping out of a dream, "You're not leaving, not after that." Keanu's mind was spinning, he wasn't sure what he felt just then.

Abigale looked up at him, her face flushed, her eyes wide, her hands trembling. The reaction was real, he hadn't imagined it, she felt

it too. He would stake his life on that. Had anyone made him feel this heat? It made him dizzy. Like a drug, he felt overcome. And he knew Abigale felt him, even now, as he stood there, panting. Abigale still felt his hands on her body, the strength in them. What the hell had just happened?

"Yes, I am. And you are too. I felt it, you felt it, that, whatever that was, that's dangerous. That's the most authentic thing I have felt in a long time. I'm a coward and I'm leaving. For once, I'm doing the smart thing while I can still choose and think." Without another pause, she closed the car door.

Keanu was silent, processing. He had never needed someone so badly and, at the same time, it terrified him. Besides that, not feeling that again was an idea that hit him so hard at his core he couldn't respond. That thought drove fear into him like nothing else, that he would never feel that again. If she left, he would never feel that level of fire again. He watched as she shut the door and pulled out of the parking space.

Abigale left him there. As she drove away, she could still feel his body heat pressed into her, his scent lingered in her nose. It was a mixture of leather and a fireplace in the winter. He smelled like home. She had never wanted someone like this, and that is why she had to go.

Keanu walked in a daze as he went back into the bar, the smoke hit him, he was stumbling like a drunk man. A man who couldn't find the earth beneath him. What a strange sensation. He stumbled to the bar, his mind was racing.

"I think I need a shot of whiskey." It came out flat, not at all a reflection of how he felt or his racing heart.

"Come again, Mr. Reeves?" the bartender moved to hear him.

"I need a shot, can you get me a shot of whiskey please?" Keanu calmed himself and steadied his voice.

"What's your poison?" But the bartender was already reaching for the green bottle. He knew that look.

"Jamesons," Keanu paused, "I need Jamesons."

In a flash the shot glass sat in front of him, he picked up the small glass, he brought it to his face, "that is repugnant." He tossed down the drink and shuddered. It tasted like her, and it left him no more satisfied. After he gathered himself, "Hey, where do I find her?"

The bartender turned to him, "What?"

"Tell me where to find her?" Keanu had a feeling he would know.

"Abigale?" the bartender asked.

"Yes, Abigale, how do I find her?" Keanu asked again.

The man looked at him, "Mr. Reeves, Abigale is a very private person. No one knows where to find her but on Wednesdays, without fail you'll find her at her table."

Keanu looked down at his hands, he gripped the bar to hold himself up. "That's not an option, you don't know her number or how to find her? Help me out here man, Please."

Maybe the desperation in his eyes, or maybe because he looked like a man in pain that had just gotten hit by a bus, but for whatever reason the man behind the bar, came around and introduced himself.

"Mr. Reeves, my name is Zane and I think you need to follow me, you look like you need a minute and I know the public eye isn't the place for this."

Keanu paused, then shook his head in agreement. He followed Zane back towards a back room. It was quiet, the music was gone.

The manager's office was bare. He sat down and Zane shut the door.

"What do you want with Abigale?" Zane asked.

"It's private, but I need to find her." He took in the man sitting now across from him. He was tall, and had the look of the military, with brown hair, and a short military cut. He was tall, muscular, and had a finely chiseled chin. He was looking at him like someone interrogating a prisoner. Keanu took a breath. "It is important. There is something about her. I just need to find her. Can you help me or not?"

Zane looked at him, "I'm going to level with you. Abigale is Abi, she's private, and she'd kill me for giving anyone that info. I also need to tell you that I have a vested interest and have my reasons for protecting that privacy. You're a celebrity, you have no roots here, no vested interest. You have tons of women falling at your feet. Abigale isn't a one-night stand or a hookup, she isn't meant for that. That woman is grade-A wife material, she isn't meant to be used and discarded by some guy looking for some fun away from paparazzi prying eyes."

Keanu was stunned. No one spoke to him like this, "What makes you think I'm after s*x from a strange woman I met in a bar?"

"Because that's what everyone wants from her, then they fall in love and fall out when they realize she isn't some s*x toy and she's the one left holding the baggage." Zane looked at him skeptically.

"That's not, I mean, I'm not, I'm not here for that." Keanu hung his head and looked at the floor.

Zane regarded him, "Because if you are here for that, and do that to her, it will be your biggest regret. Her heart will heal, yours won't." There was something in the way Zane said that last line that had Keanu looking back up at him, staring at him.

Understanding dawned as Keanu realized he was speaking from experience. "You?"

Zane nodded. "Yes, there was a time. I thought she was the world until she wasn't. And I made mistakes." Zane stopped then.

Keanu got the feeling there was more not being said than he would ever know. "I don't want to step on your toes if you two have a thing going on."

Zane laughed snidely, "A thing, no Mr. Reeves, we do not have "a thing". We HAD a thing. For 20 years we had a thing, like Persuasion. It was timing. Never the right time, hit and miss, always a miss. Until it wasn't. We had five good years, then three years of hell, then hate and resentment, and eventually nothing. She won't speak to me, I'm a stranger, someone she never knew. I've been an invisible stranger for years now. There is nothing to step on. Whatever happened, I don't want to know. It's not my business. What I will say is that she's a handful, the most beautiful chaotic mess you will ever know. She will change your life and, unlike others, she's worth all the trouble you'll go to to get to know her. I'm going to give you her info, but before you do anything, sleep on it." Zane pulled out a piece of paper. He wrote down Abi's address. "One thing I will tell you, take it for what it's worth, you don't know her, you will go home and back to your reality, but if you go down that road, if it's just a passing fling, it will pass by tomorrow and you'll be on your way and never give her another thought. But I saw the look in your eyes, I know that pain. Some fires burn too hot."

Keanu took the paper and memorized the information. Zane left to go back to the bar and left Keanu there alone in the office with his thoughts. After a minute or three, Keanu stood and decided to take the advice and go back to his hotel.

Keanu called the cab and waited outside in the cold, all the while passing time staring at her parking space and vividly remembering how Abigale felt in his arms. Thinking about everything Zane had told him, he couldn't get the feeling to go away. His body was tense and his mind raced as he remembered. The way she smelled, it was whiskey, Irish moss, the leather of her jacket, something wild and untamed and he felt like he was home. She belonged. Naturally, fit in his arms and against his body. That was a thought that would keep him tossing and turning throughout the night. Once he was back at the hotel, he called his agent. "I'm going to be taking a leave, I will be staying here for a while. I need you to find me a listing I can rent monthly. I am taking a break. Let me know when you find something."

He didn't wait to hear the response as he hung up the phone. A shower was his next stop. Keanu felt the hot water flow over his toned muscular body, it was not distracting enough. His body is still hard thinking about her. His mind was on fire, he had to see her. This was pure torture. The anticipation was going to kill him. As predicted, he found no sleep that night as he tossed and turned, Abigale invaded his dreams as he fulfilled what was started in that parking space. Keanu's dreams were very vivid and for the first time in a long time, he wondered if this was how his fans felt, obsessing over him, breaking into his home like mad people. What an odd role reversal he thought, as he finally drifted back into sleep, dreaming once again of Abigale.

As Abigale pulled into the parking space of her home, she sat in the car, turning off the engine and sitting there in the dark letting herself process. Did that even happen? Did I imagine this? In what universe does Keanu Reeves happen to be in my bar and take an interest in me? Of all the things the universe had thrown at her, this had to be the most absurd, insane thing of all. What did she get herself into? "Oh Abigale, what did you get yourself into this time?" Abigale reasoned it was okay to talk to herself occasionally. As long as she didn't talk back. On that note, Abigale opened the door and walked to her door.

Shaking her head as she unlocked her front door, she walked into an empty dark house. Unlike other nights, where returning home was a comfort, for the first time in a long time, she felt lonely. Moving into her bedroom, she got undressed, went to her bed, and turned on the TV. She thought to herself, "Well if I can't have the real thing, I suppose I can have the illusion." She found a list of Keanu movies, picked one, and fell asleep with his voice, speaking softly and gently on the screen. She didn't feel as alone as she drifted into deep dreams of her unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt and running her hands over his chest. In her dreams she could explore him and his body, finish what had been started all from the safety of her bed, knowing she would never see him again and wondering if she would ever forget him. Her dreams let her remember his touch, the feeling of him, how strong he was, and how safe she felt being held by him. How it felt to surrender to him. Let herself go in the moment. Felt him possess her body as if they belonged together. Even in her sleep, her body responded to him. She woke flushed, she was wet between her thighs, her n*****s taut and begging to be touched.

Abigale was burning up. Her body was on fire. She needed release. Moving her hands down between her legs finding her c**t, rubbing herself she moaned. Faster and faster her fingers moved, circling her swollen hole. Her mind feeling him, she moaned Keanu's name as her release came, hard and fast, it overtook her. Abigale shook when the release hit her, taking over her whole body, her legs shaking, her body shaking. Even with the orgasm, she wasn't satisfied. It wasn't him, it wasn't enough. She was restless. All she wanted was to feel him again. She lay back on her pillow, feeling empty and spent. Would she ever forget him or be tormented by him every time his movies came on, every time she heard his distinctive voice coming from the television or movie screen? This was hell. How could you be so consumed by someone you didn't know? This was insanity. Eventually, the restlessness passed and sleep overtook her. The last thing on her mind was how he smelled and that for the rest of her life, Keanu's scent would haunt her.