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Run Nick, Run (Part 1. 2.)(scat)

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It had to have been the hottest day of the summer. Most people were inside where it was cool, but a few had congregated by the local ice cream shop, which had a reputation for delicious gelato, and which people hoped would provide some tasty relief from the almost unbearable temperature of the afternoon. However, Nick wasn't in line for gelato. His sketch pad rested on his lap as his gaze traveled over the people wandering through the park and standing in line in front of the ice cream shop, looking for a subject to try to capture on paper. This was one of his new favorite hobbies. He had left his old life behind him, and although starting a new one was difficult at times, little things like this made it worth it.

He saw a lady emerge from the ice cream shop, holding various cones with multi-colored ice cream scoops on them. She was wearing a blue dress and an apron, and her black hair was tied up in a bun. Nick thought she was kind of cute. He could try drawing her, but she came and left too often as she brought ice cream to the people waiting at the tables. He wouldn't have enough time to capture her humble beauty. His gaze moved on, moving over the people in the park.

The brunette had her back to him. She was wearing a pair of revealing denim overalls which showed off her long shapely legs, and a red cut-off top. A maroon beret rested on her glossy brown hair, and her feet were adorned with adorable leather sandals. As Nick watched her, frozen, she watched a small bird hop around in one of the trees, her arms crossed in front of her, standing leisurely with one foot in front of the other.

Fear pumped through his veins, ice cold, freezing him in place. There was no way that that was her, he told himself. There was no way she could've found him that quickly. He thought he would have had at least a few years before she caught up with him. Nick took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on her incredible butt, which her overalls did absolutely nothing to hide. He couldn't see her face, so it could really have been anybody standing there, but the ass he was staring at made him think twice. He could recognize that ass anywhere.

He was just beginning to think he was being paranoid when she suddenly moved. She took a step forward and then spread her feet apart so that they were just a little past her shoulders, and when she arched her back slightly, sticking her bubble butt out at him, he had no doubt in his mind. It was her, and she knew he was sitting there, watching her. He saw one of her arms move, bringing her hand to her face. Then her arm moved again, her elbow resting against her body as she lazily held her arm out to the side. Nick then saw what she had been holding in her hand.

It was an ice cream cone. There was a long gouge in the pink scoop where she had just licked it, and the melting ice cream slowly dripped down the cone and onto her perfect fingers. As he watched a drip of the bubble gum ice cream land on the ground next to her, he remembered her telling him she was lactose intolerant.

The ice cream disappeared in front of her again as she brought it back to her face, and she started swaying her hips, slowly and sensually. Nick gritted his teeth as he watched the shape of her tight buttcheeks move under the denim of her overalls. He thought he had escaped this hell.

He thought he would never have to experience Claire's cruel perfection again.

But there she was, taunting him with her ass, taunting him with the softening scoop of ice cream she had just taken another long lick of. Nick knew he should run, and he was about to, but then Claire turned around.

He stayed seated on his bench. He just had to see her face one more time. It had been so long since he had seen her round eyes, eyes that anyone could get lost in, those dark brown eyes that made anyone's heart melt. And her mouth, with those pristine lips... that nose... her perfect cheekbones... Nick sat and admired the way the sunlight fell on her features, examining the light and shadows that made up the contours of her face.