‘This’ Pleasant View - Gen 1 05

Previously on ‘This’ Pleasant View:
Toots gets her way, the boys are moving in. Is this a case of ‘be careful what you wish for’ or did Dirk really have a change of heart? Ruyb is put in her place just as Cyd comes to the rescue. What does Armando know that Ruyb desperately wants to keep quiet? Heather gets a surprise visitor. Can she wait five days before giving in to temptation?

Meanwhile…


“Why…” She holds him close. She shivers in his embrace. “Why didn’t I just let you walk out the door?”
“You don’t want me to leave,” He places soft kisses her along her jaw. “I don’t want to go.”
“Mmm…” She clutches him to her. “I don’t want you to go.”
He whispers, “This is where we want to be.” His breath tickles her ear.
“That doesn’t make it right.” His lips trail down her neck. She whimpers. “Alon…”
His right hand slides along her back at her waist slipping effortlessly under her blouse. She gasps. His lips claim hers in a kiss of sweet innocence and adventure. His hand slides up her back enjoying the feel of her skin. She moans in to his kiss. His kiss grows bolder, hungrier. His hand slips back to her waist hesitating for a beat before making its way up her side. Breathlessly she breaks the kiss, her eyes half closed and smoldering with passion. “Alon…”


Darren chuckles. “I don’t think I have ever seen Dirk so quiet during dinner. He’s usually going on about school and some teacher or some other student or Lil… oh how he can go on about that girl. I don’t know what you two talked about but it sure seems to have him thinking.”
Toots smiles and shrugs. “I hope that’s a good thing… him thinking I mean.”
Darrent returns her smile with one of his own. “We’re moving in, I’d say it is a good thing.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know how you did it…”
“Maybe he just wants you to be happy. It’s what I want for you. He loves you. I’m sure it’s what he wants too.”


Cyd’s fist makes solid contact with Armando’s chin causing the man to stagger a step. He shakes his head to clear his vision in time to see another punch coming for him. Swaying right he manages to avoid the brunt of the punch that grazes his jaw.
Armando growls. Raising his fists he swings wildly at Cyd. Cyd sways backward out of Armando’s reach and counters with a punch in the gut. Armando doubles over letting out a huff of air. “Huu…”
Cyd’s adrenaline is pumping through him like fire. His focus is everywhere and on everything. He is very aware of his surroundings. Armando grits his teeth. Upon rising he lunges for Cyd. Cyd’s eyes widen and he braces himself for impact.
Ruyb squeals in fright. “Cyd!” Her hands fly to her mouth as she chokes back her fear for his safety.
Cyd pushes against Armando distancing himself enough to swing back with his right and land another punch, this time to the kidneys. Armando winces and hisses while countering a punch of his own. This one isn’t nearly as wild and finds its mark angering Cyd.
Cyd has stopped pulling his punches and lets loose with five successive punches, all landing beautifully to Armando’s torso winding the man. Armando staggers breathless and falls to his knee. Holding his ribcage he sucks at the air hungrily.
“Oh… oh!” Ruyb watches in horrified fascination. “Hit him again!” She cringes as a blow lands to the kidneys. “Hurt him, Cyd!” She cheers him on.


“Tell me…” He looks her in the eyes. His hand slips up her rib cage to her breast, cupping her in his palm. “Tell me to go and I will.” His thumb runs across her bra. “Only I don’t think that’s what you want.”
“I can’t.” She pulls him closer kissing him. She moans. “This is so wrong…” His hand slips down her flat stomach, she arches her back. “Oh!”
“This isn’t wrong. This is what we want.” He claims her lips once again in a deep kiss. “You’re mine, Heather.” He takes her hand in his. He slides his body over hers pinning her to the bed. “Tonight… nothing outside this room exists. Just you and me.”


Cyd lands the final blow. Armando finds himself on the losing end of the fight, unceremoniously planted on his ass. He hisses in pain and anger. Cyd holds his anger in check. He glowers over him. His fists clench and unclench at his sides. “Apologize to her.”
Ruyb’s cheers die down. She looks at the two in stunned wonder. “Wow…”
Armando glares at Ruyb. She stares in fascination at Cyd. Cyd kicks him. “I said apologize to her.”
“Fuck that.” Armando stands and faces Cyd. “You can put me in a hospital. I won’t ever apologize to that-”
Armando’s words are cut off as another blow makes contact with his stomach. All that is heard in the stunned silence is an audible ‘oof’.


She tilts her head at him. “What?”
“You’re amazing.” He brushes the hair from her eyes. “I’ve got some work to do on the house. Get some stuff moved, other stuff sold, the house cleaned up.” He stares at her for a moment lost in thought.
“There’s no hurry there. I can help, too. We could move your personal belongings first. Then go room by room deciding what gets moved here, what gets left.”
“You know I have a studio down on Baker Street. I can store most of my art stuff there. No need to clutter your home-”
“Our home.” She interjects.




Armando staggers out of reach to catch his breath. “Fuck.”
Cyd watches him walk away before turning his attention to Ruyb. She stares after Armando. An odd look is on her face, full of awe and confusion when she turns her attention back to Cyd. “You’re amazing.”
“This isn’t exactly what a man wants to come home to.” Cyd holds his hand out to her. Ruyb gratefully goes to him.


Cyd pulls her in to his arms. “I only wish I gotten home sooner.”
Ruyb melts in his arms. “Don’t be silly. You had no idea this was going to happen. Hell, I had no idea it was going to happen or I would never have ordered Chinese food… which is probably nasty and cold now.”
Ruyb feels Cyd chuckle as he holds her. She lays her head on his shoulder feeling safe in his embrace. Cyd sighs. “You’re still trembling.”
“I’m sorry.” She tries to stop but fails.
He lightly touches her cheek. “You’re going to want to put some ice on that… it’s gonna bruise worse than it already is.” He doesn’t release her. He holds her and grows serious. “Are you okay?”
“I’m… I guess I’m okay. You?”
“Honestly, I’m still pretty upset and I want answers.”


“Our home… I like the sound of that.” He pulls her in to his arms. “My art stuff will go to the studio.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been there.” She peers at him. “I don’t even think I knew you had one.”
He grins. “When I get everything moved in and arranged, we’ll have to get you down there.”
“I could help-”
“No… no offense, Lover, but that’s my studio, my haven for my art. While I will share all aspects of my life with you, my art is still my own.” Darren says this in such a matter-of-fact tone, Toots doesn’t argue. She simply nods in understanding.


Armando limps towards the door still holding his side. “A-answers?”
Cyd sighs softly and steps back. “I’m not a fool, Ruyb. This guy isn’t some stranger assaulting my woman in our home. If that were the case, I would have called the police before beating the crap out of him.”
“Hey!” Armando stops at the door. “You didn’t-”
Cyd raises an eyebrow waiting to see if he would finish his comment. Armando sneers and limps towards the door again. “So who is this guy and what is this all about?”
“That… that’s Armando… Armando Livingston.” She swallows hard past the lump in her throat.
“And?” Cyd prompts. “You two obviously know each other…”
“Knew… past tense. He… well, he’s…” Ruyb’s look is strained and panicked.


“How did I get so lucky?” Darren holds her close, lowering his lips to hers kissing her gently. “I’m so lucky to have the perfect woman.”
Toots melts in his embrace, matching his kiss with her own. “I’m not perfect, Darren.”
“Maybe not…” He runs his tongue lightly across her lips causing her to shiver. “You’re just perfect for me.”


“Her husband,” Armando’s voice comes from behind Cyd. Cyd turns and stares at him in disbelief. His gaze is hard and unyeilding. “Roobs is my wife…” He smirks at Cyd. “You didn’t know she was married…” He looks at Ruyb’s horrified face and laughs, winces and holds his side. “I think you broke a rib… or three.”




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