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I don't own these characters, because if I did, they'd probably be on cable and you'd be seeing some of this funny business. No copyright infringement is intended. Thanks, Bruno.
So. I sat down to start on the next chapter of "You Don't Know Me" (about a sweet old lady), but I couldn't stop staring at those promo pictures for the season finale – you know the ones. And then this happened. Not sure if it's any good, but it made me feel better to write it. Warning: kinda smut-ish and corny. Hope you like it.
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He's standing outside her hotel room door, shoulders slumped in defeat, face the definition of pain. I've let her choose like I thought I should, but if she leaves, I don't know how I'll survive.
He closes his eyes, sighs, and pulls off his ring. Slips it into his pocket... I want her to stay. With me. If she will.
...lifts his head with purpose. Unselfishness never looked very good on me anyway.
He knocks softly, but doesn't wait for an invitation, and opens the door slowly. I'm done waiting. Done with being passive.
She's standing beside the bed, staring at her suitcase. Her head snaps up, and she looks like she is about to cry. This is the man I really love, not Marcus.
He walks across the room with resolve, and gives her a gentle smile. She begins to tremble. I don't really want to move to D.C. with Marcus and his perfect teeth. What was I thinking?
When he's near enough to her, standing beside the bed, he reaches for her hand, cradling it in his right hand. Then he places his left hand over hers. I adore you. I care for you. I love you.
His eyes fall to his hand. Look!
Her eyes follow his and she sees his ring is gone. Holy shit! He did it.
She takes in a quick breath, and meets his eyes. Are you sure?
He gives her the faintest of nods, and his eyes shine, never leaving hers. He's telling the truth. He is ready to love me the way I need to be loved.
Her face erupts into a grateful smile. I thought you might never get here.
He lets go of her hand and reaches up to touch her cheek with his fingertips. I'm sorry it took so long.
She presses her cheek into his hand ever so slightly. It's okay. You're here now. I understand. I forgive you.
He smiles. You're staying with me?
His hand slips down her cheek to tilt her chin toward him, and he dips in to kiss her lips. Whispery. Feather light. I want to savor every second of this. I've wanted to do this for so long, but I couldn't admit it to myself.
She shivers a little, and kisses him back. This feels so right.
He pulls back and drinks in the sight of her face with his eyes. I will never deserve you. But I will be thankful for you for every minute of every day for the rest of my life.
She meets his eyes and then she kisses him again. He slips his tongue playfully past her teeth, and she returns the gesture. This may not be the smartest choice I've ever made, but so help me God, I know it is the right one.
She puts a hand in the hair on the back of his head and draws him to her, as she deepens the kiss. God I've always wanted to do that.
He returns her passion and places his hand in the small of her back, pulling their bodies together. I need you, Teresa. Do you understand that?
She presses her hips against him. Don't worry, I want all of you.
He reaches awkwardly behind him with his other hand and shoves her bag off of the bed. Well, there went my self control.
She releases him long enough to slip off her jacket and then resumes kissing him while he hoists her onto the bed. Thank God!
He undresses her deliberately, enjoying every new sight. You are beautiful.
She undresses him. At long last, you have revealed yourself to me.
His hands begin to roam confidently and sensuously over her body, then his lips do the same. I love everything about you.
She gives one of his nipples a playful bite. I'm not nearly as puritanical as you think.
His smile has a little bit of evil in it. I knew that all along.
His hands find her sensitive spots, exploring, pleasuring her. He doesn't need to ask if he's in the right place like kind, plodding Marcus. This man knows because he is paying attention.
He administers to her with those hands, teasing, teasing, until she is bursting with impatience. I'll take you to places a lot more interesting than Washington D.C.
He hits that perfect spot, and her body arches against his hand. Her brain shuts down, and no words form in her head, but she's pretty sure the earth just moved.
When she regains her senses, she pulls him toward her, desperate to envelop him. I want you. I want all of you.
He enters her and shudders at the sensation. I am ready to give you everything.
He moves inside her, pinning her to the bed. You are mine. Not his.
Soon he reaches his climax. I surrender everything to you.
She pulls him close as he collapses beside her in the bed. You are what I want.
She watches him as he catches his breath, and when he opens his eyes, she smiles at him. I can't believe you almost let me go.
The corner of his mouth turns up in a shy smile. Sorry about that.
She kisses his cheek. I forgive you.
He snuggles into her neck like a tired puppy. I'm all yours.
She rests her head in his curls. Finally.
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Since when did these two need dialogue? I'd totally be okay with letting Tunney and Baker play this. What do you think? LOL