You Lucky Dog Celeste!

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Celeste views her Bowie knife inside his boot deciding in her head how to obtain her only treasure her grandfather gave her.  As for the slingshot, she didn’t know where he put it after he took it from her. Thankful her eyes under her hat were shield from his view. She was about to release the bitch inside her too come out and play when the Captain reached across her breast with an amused look, and opens the door. “I will be back to check on your group in a few days Cheri. Try not to get into trouble!”  Celeste didn’t wait to hear his last words even if she didn’t understand his dialect.  She bolts out of the auto, and heads for Geraldy without looking back at Valis.  In fact, she was so distracted by his sexual energy, that she failed to get her weapons altogether.  When she saw the door open, and felt him lightly touch her breast, she had to skedaddle out of his truck.

Valis had to make a decision quickly, when he felt her strange color eyes dart to her knife in his boot, then at him.  He could clearly sense that she was about to do something dangerous. For some reason everything inside him was telling him to let her go; but, the sexual side of him was egging him on to toy with her just to be in her company.

The odd part about this connection between the two for Valis was, his bologna pony.  It was just too freaking hard. He couldn’t even control the damn thing.  And for the first time in his life, he felt spell bound, and demoralized with this pistol packing cowgirl. He had to get her out of the truck before he acted upon his wild thoughts. So the only thing he could think of is to open the vehicle’s door and give her freedom.  He didn’t want her to run away from him, because he had more plans for her later on.  This woman must be wooed differently than the women he was use to dealing with. Besides, she was too strong physically for anything else, thought Valis.

Valis views in the darkness the half-breed woman leaving in a hurry. Her sexy hips sway to the beat of her boot steps as her long muscular legs shows off her natural skin color and strength.  Celeste immediately hugs Geraldy with happiness. Valis’s gut aches from his hard on, he reaches across the passenger seat and shuts the door.  He smells her body scent and starts the trucks engine.  With great force he shoves the gear stick into drive. The military man flies down the street like a mad man not caring who the hell he hit.  All Valis knew is he had to go home and fast to take a cold shower to get his pecker under control.

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“If ya not going to let me go put your damn cuffs on me darlin’; because, baby I’m a thinkin’ I might be openin’ a can of whippin’ real soon!”

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Celeste frowns upon Valis’s large hand gripping her thigh hard not to move a muscle. The unusual connection between the foreigners was making the cowgirl scattered brain.  She takes a few quiet seconds to find her strength and manages to let her mixed up emotions rip out, “Listen hombre,…you better be lettin’ me go, I think this is ca`ca! Who in the Sam Belly Hell, do you think you are? Also, I don’t give a rat’s ass if you are wearing a military uniform get your hand off my leg. What the hell is a matter with ya treating me like a criminal?”  She spoke out in a heavy hillbilly tongue, and a touch of Spanish dialect.  Celeste had no clue, who she was being held by.  Missing the introduction between him and Geraldy, she didn’t understand a lick of French when they spoke; so to her it didn’t matter who the bloody hell he was even if he’s the SWAT Team Captain, of the United Nations Special Military Force.

This time, Valis was clueless what her sharp tongue just lashed out.  He sat in his seat not saying a word, but changed his amused look, to a dangerous one. He takes his hand off her soft skin. Celeste clicks on to the change, and felt his gaze rip into her soul.  She fires back a dangerous glance under her hat’s brim at the soldier. As they both stare at each other with all consuming power, neither one would budge. In a matter of silent seconds, Celeste is barreled over with need to get the hell out of the truck and be with Geraldy. She knew she had to calm her bad self down in order to get somewhere with this man. She purrs out sweetly, and slowly so each word could be understood….”Listen hot stuff, how about letting me go. I won’t tell if you won’t?”  When Celeste made a purr sound like a kitten, an asked him to let her go, his wonder wand grows to attention.

Valis was so sexually turned on by Celeste’s strong behavior, he was at a lost for words. He takes note in the darkness that she was not truly like a white woman in skin color. To him he thought that she might be Spanish, but yet the skin color with her long blonde hair cast her off as a beach bunny from California. Her sexy cowgirl attire hat and boots shows the woman’s love for country life. If he could only get a glimpse of her eyes under her brim, he could figure out her personality in no time at all. Nevertheless, if he let her stay any longer in his truck, he would have to kidnap her.  A sexual sensation over rides the Captain when he thinks about doing her right here and now in his truck.  Reality finally bites him in the rear to control his sexual needs and blinks his eyes away in shame. “WHAT am I thinking.  Why am I so reckless with her?” Valis thinks silently to himself.

Since he couldn’t utter another word sitting behind the driver’s wheel, he tries to get his stick under control.  Celeste waited long enough to be released, she plunges forward and snaps her fingers in anger a few times at the UN man’s face. “If ya not going to let me go put your damn cuffs on me darlin’; because, baby I’m a thinkin’ I might be openin’ a can of whippin’ real soon!” Celeste stares at her Bowie knife in the captain’s boot ready to execute her words into action.

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“Les âmes se mélangeront.”

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The Haitian ladies in the back seat of Captain Valis’s auto giggles out to break the silence between the American woman and UN man.  Cowgirl Celeste scrunches up her brows when one of the women spoke out in French, “Les âmes se mélangeront.”  She snaps her head towards the ladies and gives them an evil eye.  The Haitian ladies immediately shut their lips as Valis snickers under his breath with amusement. She wanted to damn her self for not understanding their language, but had no choice.  There was no way in hell she would give Valis satisfaction seeing her confusion. She turns her head forward to watch the dark roadway. Valis gives her side profile a view hoping the American would glance upon him, and when she doesn’t he spots her chewing on her bottle lip deep in thought.  In his sexy deep tone he speaks French to the ladies in the back seat. Valis chuckles out wickedly the ladies follow suit.  Wondering what all three of them were laughing at, Celeste’s thoughts clear when the vehicle begins to slow down.

The captain pulls the vehicle up in front of the metal doors of a school, and shuts the engine off.  Celeste glances in the side mirror and watches the school bus follow suit.  He takes a quiet moment to look upon Celeste with her wild long golden curly hair and her mysterious presence. Her soft scent of sandalwood drifts under his nose bringing his manhood to life once again.  Holy nuts, was he in trouble thought the UN Captain. For some odd reason he couldn’t seem to get enough of looking at the interesting American in the darkness. In the short time he views the woman’s profile; her energy projects a powerful spirit of freedom, recklessness, wild, and stubbornness. He could sense she was not a mean spirited person, but damn her body strength told him she could be very dangerous when push came to shove. He wishes he could understand her better, but her language was so different than what he was use to hearing from an American person.

The Haitian ladies proceeded to get out of the car, jogging him out of his thoughts.  Thank god the women in the back seat broke his impulse to slowly take his hand and brush the piece of long hair away from Celeste’s face. Immediately Celeste springs into action and grabs the handle of the car. “I not done with you, cowgirl, stay put!” The captain said with authority in a husky slow voice.  Valis makes the mistake of touching her arm. “Oh..Hell no,” thought Celeste silently as she turns her face to look into his eyes and jerks her arm out of reach. Valis is barreled over with her energy but can’t see her strange eyes under her cowboy hat.  He barks out, “Let go of handle, Cheri!”  She spots the “I dare you look,” and gives the man a defiant glare.  With speed she turns her attention to ask the ladies a question an immediately rolls down the window. Not giving Valis the satisfaction of stopping her to do something else, she asked the Haitian lady who spoke English what the two of them were laughing about.  Nadia turns around and smiles at Celeste, “I say…two souls will blend.”

Celeste was floored, without warning she turns toward the shit eating grin upon Valis’s handsome face. “Oh freaken’ HELL no, there ain’t gonna be no blending of souls!”  Valis frowns trying to understand her fire ball statement.  Once Geraldy is off the bus, he quickly approaches the UN vehicle.  Valis snarls at the Haitian friend of Celeste and barks out something in French.  Celeste views Geraldy backing off and stands by the Christian school waiting for her release.  She turns her attention upon the authority figure, “I ain’t done nothing wrong here buck!  If I was you I’d be thinkin’ to act civil towards me, or I will bring the USA Army down upon your ass.”  Valis understood USA Army and ass, but nothing else in her heavy southern drawl.  “I want my knife and slingshot returned to me now, buckaroo!”  He stares at her luscious lips moving in action, and senses a great urge to kiss her.  Celeste doesn’t back down until she feels his sexual need surface. She places her hand on the passenger door handle ready to escape.  Valis once again uses brute force to stop the girl from leaving in a hurry.  She glares at his strong hand on her bare leg and instantly melts with desire.

“Chaa…Dude, do I look-a like-a man to ya?”

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Celeste wanted to burst out laughing after she told the captain her Cherokee name in Spanish; instead, she was surprised he understood Spanish.  “I wonder how many languages he knows?”  She thought to herself. Feeling his intense gaze upon her, she finally slowly blurts out in a funny Southern husky English tongue, “The question is, sir; Am I a cowgirl, not a cowboy?”  The cowgirl tips her eyes up to stare at the man with a pique grin, “Chaa…Dude, do I look-a like-a man to ya?”  Celeste deepens her rubbernecking towards him, she becomes weak at the knees when he rewards her with his own scrutiny, while driving the truck. The Haitian women snicker lightly in the back of the vehicle, Valis returns his vision upon the dark roadway.

“Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joesph, is he handsome. What am I getting myself into?”  Celeste is instantly overwhelmed with the man’s strange dark aura, and turns her attention away from the captain.  If he would only stop looking at her, she might be able to get a better grip of the situation. The intensity of his look dagger, was becoming unbearable to her. It felt like he was stripping her soul’s strength as she sat in her seat trying to make heads or tails about the foreigner.  DAMN…his macho energy!   The unusual frisk job that Valis gave her begins to hum throughout her psyche being.  She lingers for a few seconds on Valis’s large strong hands touching her breast, the sensation wakens up her sexual appetite. The heat between her legs was driving her crazy, she moans out sexually in a light note watching his hand cradle on top of the gear shift. Valis snaps his head towards the earth woman.  The seductive sound made his manhood spring into action.  The cowgirl tries with all her might to rid the visions inside her mind.  She shakes her head and spots her grandfather’s knife tucked away in his boot.  A plan starts to form inside her mind how easy for her to take back what the man took from her.  Her sensuality is calming down as she ponders how to obtain the knife back.  Valis is pissed off at himself for treating the American woman differently as he drove the truck like a manic down the road.  He could not make out rhyme or reason why he is being a brute of force in a lustful manner towards the dangerous sexy white woman.

He gives her a quick glance and scowls at the American woman.  Celeste felt his ogling stare once again, and couldn’t hold onto his menace any longer. Her blood begins to boil with annoyance for the G.I. Joe turd.  She was use to dealing with people who stared at her because of her differences, but there was something hauntingly wrong with this man’s spirit.  A tingle of understanding came to light inside her mind.  The man must have the hots for her why else would he be acting out like a manly jack-ass.  She turns her head away from the sight of the hunk and takes a deep breath to gather her spiritual energy.  If she didn’t get her shit together and soon, she might truly end up in jail and cause more drama to Geraldy’s group of peaceful humanitarians.

“Stop, starring at me Gringo, or I will be shootin’ your eyeballs out!”

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Talk about a pissed off woman.  Celeste was steaming about Valis picking her up, and putting her in his vehicle. “How dare you!”  She let out, while glaring at Valis, as he walked around the truck. Geraldy walked off the bus and yelled at the captain in French.  “Why you treating her like that?”   Valis barked back in the same language, giving a reply to Geraldy question.

Celeste watched as the men exchanged words, giving her enough time to ask the ladies their names.  In a matter of moments Valis entered the auto.  She watched him start the engine, as he placed his hand on the stick shift, he gave Celeste a good hard look.  Celeste gave the same look back to him, while both stayed silent.  The Haitian ladies chuckled a little in the back seat, watching the pair display their strength to each other.   One of the ladies in the back calmly spoke in French, “Leurs âmes se mêleront”  Her comment brought a smile to the military man’s face.  Celeste then looked forward not wanting to say a word.  As the truck moved along on the dark streets, Celeste couldn’t help but watch him shift the gears.  Fantasizing how much she would love to feel his fingers caress her legs.   She realized that she was getting turned on. “Shit, shit, shit, stop this…” she mumbled.  The captain looked at Celeste longer than usual while driving, bringing her out of her thoughts.  She looked up to see him searching in her eyes for what she said,  She gave him a peeved off look, and then ripped into him with one of her nasty comments.  “Stop, starring at me Gringo, or I will be shootin’ your eyeballs out! Plus, you better watch out where you are going, Mr. G.I. Joe man.”  She regretted that statement when he quickly pulled the truck over. His foul energy overwhelms the cowgirl when he bit out, “Woman, you talk too much!”  His dark eyes embed them self into her soul, she senses a strong desire from the foreign man he was about to kiss her. Valis mumbles out something in his native tongue.

Celeste didn’t understand his broken English, nor did she care.  She scowls with resentment at him. Neither glance away, until one of the ladies spoke to the captain in French.  He smirks and said to half breed beauty, “You Americans, so tough, what’s name?”  Again, it took Celeste some time to figure it out what he asked her, but she got it this time.  Being a smart ass, Celeste smiled sweetly and spoke to him in Spanish, “My name is Hialeah Elana.” The captain understood her Spanish and said, “You a cowboy, Hi-a-lee?”   The way he said it, made Celeste want to toy with him even more. She leans back against the passenger seat with a shit eating grin upon her lips ready to give the UN captain a run for his money.