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PART TWO
Disco Fever - Part Three
By
Abigail Crabtree
Starsky knew he should be having a great time with his date. Rita--the redhead from last night--was not only a terrific dancer, but she was good looking and a lot of fun to be with. So why wasn't he enjoying himself?
Deep down he knew the reason, and it was confirmed when he recognized the blonde woman from last night. The woman who had described, in great detail, how skilled his partner was in the art of making love.
That woman changed my life. Pretty much turned it upside down. I can't even think straight anymore, thanks to her. Straight...interesting word choice. Straight. I always considered myself as straight as they come. And now? Now, I want to experience Hutch's "skill" firsthand. I want...damn it, how can I possibly want to jump into bed with Hutch? He's my partner, my best friend.
"Hey, where'd you go?"
Startled, Starsky looked up to see Rita looking at him questioningly.
"You still with me?" The redhead smiled as she watched the dark-haired detective blush.
"Sorry. I guess my mind did wander there for a minute." He nodded toward the dance floor. "You ready for another turn out there?"
"I thought you'd never ask." Rita eagerly got to her feet.
They spent several hours at the disco, dancing and drinking. Starsky knew he was drinking too much. He knew why, too.
Starsky had planned on calling it a night when they left the disco. But Rita had other plans, and Starsky found himself going along with her suggestion of going back to her place. And then, after a few more drinks and a lot of persuasive kissing from Rita, Starsky found himself, not unwillingly, being led into the bedroom.
Rita proved to be just as good in bed as she was on the dance floor. But not good enough to keep Starsky's mind on her. Her warm, moist lips beneath his became Hutch's. It was Hutch's mouth that Starsky's tongue explored. The soft hands that so expertly roused his passion became Hutch's. Starsky became so caught up in his fantasy, that he found himself bitterly disappointed as he shuddered his release and opened his eyes to find himself staring into Rita's green eyes.
"That was really nice, huh?" Rita smiled with satisfaction.
Doing his best to conceal his disappointment, Starsky, with only a slight hesitation, gently brushed her lips with his. "Yeah, that was nice, real nice."
"You're going to stay the night, aren't you?" Rita traced a sensuous path down Starsky's chest.
Feeling as if things were closing in on him, Starsky sat up in bed, fumbling to find his discarded clothing. "Huh? Sorry, I can't stay. I need to get going now. My partner and I...we have this case we're working on. Starsky knew he was rambling, but he had to get out there. He regretted the whole evening. None of this seemed right.
With the only light in the room coming from a streetlight outside the apartment, Starsky found himself stumbling around in his attempt to get his clothes on and find his shoes.
"Sorry, I have to rush off like this. Just can't be helped tonight."
"You'll call me, won't you?"
"Sure, soon as we get this case handled, I'll give you a call." Starsky felt guilty saying those words. He knew damn well he wouldn't be calling her.
Finally out of the apartment and seated in his car, Starsky sat slumped over the steering wheel, staring out into the dark and feeling somewhat lost. I feel like a real low life. Rita doesn't mean a thing to me, and I just fell into bed with her. I think maybe sleeping with Rita was like a test. Don't know if I flunked or passed, but I know nothing is the same anymore. Funny, it never seemed to matter before. I've been doing it for years. But now I want more than sex. I want...I want a relationship. I want love, and I want to wake up next to the same person every morning. I want Hutch. That's what I really want. I haven't had a relationship with a woman that comes anywhere near what I have with Hutch. We've had everything for years now but the sex. We'd die for each other. We're closer to each other than we are with any member of own families. Thing is, we've always been honest with each other. We've never kept any secrets from each other, and certainly not any secrets that concerned the other. I'm going to have to find the words to explain to him what I've been feeling. I can live without him feeling the same way, as long as we can keep things as they are. But I know I can't go on hiding the truth about my feelings from him.
With a deep sigh, Starsky started the Torino. Hutch is probably still out on his date. Hell, by now he's probably...probably all sweaty, and...I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow to talk to him.