Welcome back, Sailor Moon fans. Jupiter Star Warrior is back
with another fan-fic. This time, I have a romance here. This is
supposed to be serious for the most part (the first two or three pages
may be humorous, but that was before I disappeared). This project
wasn't started until July, perhaps August, and wasn't completed until
3:10 A.M. Central on January 1, 2001.
This fic would be rated G if I hadn't put in any 'language' in
there. However, since the language is only mild, I'll say it is a G-PG
fic.
Sailor Moon is created by Naoko Takeuchi. I'm glad she did too,
otherwise I might not be writing and I might not have met Viper Inferno,
so thanks, Naoko!
DiC may have messed Sailor Moon up, but they did introduce us
to a new animé that spread like wildfire. Cloverway might have screwed
it up, but they did continue on with the third and fourth season, so
hurrah to them.
Viper Inferno is my best friend. I wouldn't know where I'd be
if it weren't for him. Selene, you too, girl!
And without more blabbering...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thundering Love
by Jupiter Star Warrior
Rated G-PG
Robert picks up his class ring and puts it on his finger. He
walks to the door to answer it. A tall, brunette young lady with her
hair tied high in a ponytail, sharp green eyes, beautiful rose earrings,
and a grin playing on her face stands waiting in her sparkling green
dress that matches her eyes perfectly.
"hi Robert! You look dazzling," the lady comments, wrapping
her arms around Robert...
'Ah, who am I kidding? I won't be able to go out with someone
as beautiful as Lita,' Robert thinks as he pops himself from his
daydream.
He looks around the classroom, not paying attention to the
instructor. He sees Lita and sighs. 'If only she would glance right
at me, oh, what to do?'
"Mr. Midorino, could you tell me who invented the telescope
since you obviously know already," the instructor asks, getting annoyed
by Robert's inattentiveness again.
"Um, huh?" Robert responds, sending giggles throughout the
classroom. Even Lita smiles a bit. 'Oh great, smart ass! Now she
thinks I'm a total goof-off!'
The inventor of the telescope. Who is it?" the instructor
pushes.
"I, uh, don't know," Robert admits, mentally slapping himself
for not paying attention for the tenth time this year. 'Damn! Damn!
Damn!'
"Next time, pay attention. This is the third time you haven't
paid much attention," the instructor scolds.
'Tenth, tenth! Sheesh! I haven't paid attention in class and
even I can keep count of how many times I haven't done it,'
"Miss Anderson, it is obvious that you know the answer. Could
you please tell us who invented the telescope without going into his
life story?"
'Oh damn!' Robert thinks, 'Lita's friend's going to answer that
question and Lita's not ONLY going to think I'm a damn ditz, but she's
also thinking that I'm an ass as well!' Again, he only pays attention
to Lita and not to Amy's answer.
For the rest of Fourth period, Robert thinks how he's going to
follow his dream girl around without getting caught. He decides on
casually following her home, just to see where she's living.
"Bbbbbbbring!" the bell reverberates though Robert's head,
again sending him back from his day dreams. Everyone throws out of
their seats, in a mad rush to make it to the bus. Those who walk home
take their time as they gather their stuff, eager to get out.
"Now remember," the instructor yells at they already departing
students, "you have a test Friday, so study real hard! Take care!"
A couple of hours later, Lita turns a corner, hoping to loose
anyone who is following. She hides behind a large maple tree, waiting
for the stalker to stroll ahead of her.
A guy in his early twenties rounds the corner and walks in
front of Lita. He stops in confusion and looks behind him to see where
she went. He quickly spots with her arms crossed leaning against the
tree.
"Hello there, hot stuff," Lita calls, surprising her stalker.
"H-hi!" the guy says nervously.
"Will you tell me why you were following me?" Lita asks, taking
a step closer.
"To see where you lived."
"Why?"
"Just out of curiosity," he stammers.
"You could have asked, you know."
"I didn't want you to think of me as a loser. Now you probably
do. I'm sorry I bothered you. I'm just going to go home now," the guy
sighs and starts to walk away.
"Wait. I don't even know you. I'm Lita Kino. I'm an exchange
student from Azabu Tech. in Tokyo, Japan," Lita says, extending her
hand.
"I'm Robert Midorino," Robert responds, taking the outreached
hand.
"Do you want to come over for dinner? I'm a good cook you
know," Lita says gazing into Robert's eyes and letting go of his hand.
"Sure, why not," Robert involuntary answers, losing himself in
Lita's deep emerald eyes.
'Too quick, dumb ass!' Robert scolds himself for the millionth
time this year. Lita and Robert start toward Lita's apartment side by
side. Robert is a medium-sized build man in his early twenties with
blonde hair and green eyes. He wars glasses, but not a strong
prescription. His vision is only slightly blurry without the glasses,
so he uses them for quick focussing. He is slightly shorter than Lita,
wearing a deep green dress shirt complemented by khaki pants and black
shoes.
Lita takes Robert's hand and pulls him closer. A girl never
once invited Robert to her apartment, much less offered to cook for
him, and took his hand in hers in the same day. Hell, he never touched
a hand of the opposite sex without it being formal, so what's so
special about her? 'You've got a crush on her, smart ass!' a voice in
his mind states.
'No really? I thought that unfamiliar feeling deep inside was
some sort of illness,' Robert mentally tells the voice. 'Wait a second,
who are you?' By then, the voice was gone.
"...so then Serena says 'but I don't want to go!'" Lita
finishes, laughing.
'Oh great, dumb ass! Now you've done it!' "Huh?" Robert
manages. "I'm sorry, I got lost in my own thoughts."
"Lita giggles as she pecks him on the cheek. "That's okay.
People do it all the time. We're here, by the way."
The apartment complex is a red-bricked building two stories
high. Other complexes are scattered throughout the compound where it
would be easier, or harder depending who you are, to get to. Lita's
apartment is stationed on the second floor, facing west, so they might
be able to see the sunset together.
Lita opens the door with her key and walks in. The apartment
is a fair sized living space with the kitchen acting as a dining room
as well as a food preparation center. The living room doubles as a
bedroom and a living space. It is large enough to have several guests
gather around the coffee table and talk over tea. The floor is tan-
carpeted, neat, vacuumed, and clean. There is hardly dirt on it at all.
"Were you expecting company?" Robert asks, admiring the well
kept apartment.
"Yes I was," Lita answers, wrapping her arms around Robert's
neck. "I always keep my apartment clean for a guest."
"Ah," Robert manages as Lita starts to brush her lips to his
ear. It sends a rushing pulse through his body, his heart beating
faster with each tender kiss. Her kisses come to his face and he
begins giving her butterfly kisses. He wraps an arm around her waist
and one around her back. He starts to French Kiss her, caressing his
tongue with hers. They both moan with pleasure.
Lita breaks the kiss, leaving Robert wide-eyed and his mouth
open, surprised that Lita broke the kiss. He looks at her for an
explanation, but she holds up a finger and gives him a wink. "I still
have to make dinner!" She leans down to take off her shoes and motions
Robert to follow. Robert complies.
"Do you need any help?" Robert asks. Lita glares at him and
places her hand on her hops. Robert raises an eyebrow, already knowing
the answer.
"I was hoping you'd ask!" she exclaims, giggling at Robert's
unannounced assumption.
Robert wears his confused face and stupidly say, "So that's a
yes?"
"Yes, silly! Only those special get to cook with me," Lita
answers, getting out ingredients for spicy grill chicken. Robert looks
for an electric grill and sets it on the counter.
"Do you have Fettuccini noodles? Robert asks, running a menu
through his mind. He is hoping that Lita has frozen baby carrots in her
cooking arsenal.
"Yes, in the freezer, in the door, top shelf," Lita instructs.
Robert quickly finds it and behind the ground beef and below the
chicken fried steak patties - apparently, Robert is thinking, Lita
doesn't home-cook everyday - a small sized package of baby carrots
waits to be used. Robert's hand reaches to pick it up as another,
smoother softer hand races for it. Both grab the package and pull it
out. Again, Robert gets hypnotized by Lita's eyes, his heart skipping
a beat.
Robert blinks a few times and gets the noodles out. He closes
the freezer and sets the package on the counter. He turns around,
ready to retrieve more ingredients for his dish. Lita is a already
taking the required stuff out. Quizzically, Robert asks, "You use the
same recipe?"
"What do you mean?" Lita asks, looking at Robert as if he'd
gone wacko.
"I use a pint of whipping cream, half a stick of butter, and a
cup of Parmesan cheese to make Fettuccini Alfredo," Robert explains.
"Yeah, me too," Lita answers.
"What cookbook do you use?" Robert and Lita ask simultaneously.
"You first," Lita says, her mouth open with shock.
"International Single's Cookbook," Robert manages, his mouth
also gaping in surprise.
"Me too," Lita whispers, finding herself kissing Robert again.
He holds her tight, not wanting to let go. Hi is a part of her, and
she is a part of him. If one of them lets go, their love will be a
lost sailboat tossing in the storm. Unfortunately, is not going to
cook on its own.
Lita breaks the kiss, giving Robert another bright smile and
got a large pot. Robert relieves Lita from the pot and fills it up
with water. He sets it on the stove and activates the burner. Then,
he plugs in the electric grill as Lita sets the temperature. "I'll
take care of the chicken and vegetables; you take care of the Alfredo
and the table, "Lita instructs, mixing the spices and marinade together.
Robert searches the cupboard and finds a couple of plates. He
grabs them and begins to search through the drawers. He finds the
silverware and places them on the plate. He finds a couple of place
mats and lays them on the table. He then sets the plates and
silverware down and goes to another cupboard. He easily finds the
glasses and sets them on the table.
The water boils as Robert quickly turns down the heat and adds
the noodles. He stirs them, not forgetting to sprinkle salt in the
water so the noodles would not stick as they cooked.
"Robert, I've got plenty of drinks to replenish a thirsty army.
Help yourself," Lita informs Robert.
"Thank you. I'll just have water if you don't mind," Robert
responds picking up his glass.
"Why not a soda or juice?" Lita asks, dunking a chicken win in
the marinade. She places it on the grill, splashing a scent of a honey
sweetness up Robert's nose.
"I usually drink water. It's good for me. Of course, I can't
forget the milk, but mostly water for me," Robert answers, filling up
his glass with water. "How about you?"
"I'll have water as well," Lita says. Robert too fills her
glass. He stirs the noodles and tests it for al denté. Not quite
there yet. He gently places his hands on Lita's waist, rocking her
left to right, and giving her tickling, soft kisses on her neck and
cheek.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Lita playfully scolds Robert, "I'm still
making dinner! There's plenty of time afterwards!"
Robert checks the noodles again and they are now al denté.
"Lita? Where's the colander?"
"Next to the glass cupboard on the right. It should be on the
first shelf."
Robert checks the coordinates and finds it. He puts it in the
sink and dumps the pot of noodles in the colander and places the pot
back on the stove. He leaves it to drain and measures out a fourth a
cup of butter and puts it in the pot. In a minute, the butter is
melted and Robert stirs in the whipping cream. He dumps the noodles in
and pours a cup of Parmesan cheese in the mixture and mixes. He gets
the garlic powder and sprinkles it on. He continues to stir.
By now, Lita's chicken are about ready to serve. She gets out
a bowl and dumps the baby carrots in. She gets the microwave to cook
the carrots for a couple of minutes. She then checks the chicken one
more time. They are done so she gets places a chicken on a plate and
another chicken on another plate. Robert serves his Alfredo and sets
the rest on the stove. The microwave dings and Lita spoons the carrots
for her guest and for herself.
Outside, heavy, dark clouds start to flow over the apartment
complex. Flashes of lightning start to play on the evening sky as
thunder rumble in the distance. Heavy rain starts to pour, flooding
the streets and sidewalks. The unlucky few who did not bring an
umbrella are now getting soaked to the skin as they scramble for
shelter.
In Lita's apartment, Lita and Robert enjoy their evening meal
when another flash of lightning and roll of thunder play outside. Lita
is wondering how Robert would get home. "Robert, how far do you live?"
"Three miles east of here," he answers, savoring another bite of
chicken.
"You're staying here tonight," Lita demands, biting into a
carrot.
"What do you mean?"
"You're spending the night tonight. There's no way I'm letting
you get drenched in that downpour, so you're staying here," Lita says.
Quickly running through the apartment plans, his face goes from
confusion to disbelief and back. "Will I be sleeping on the floor?" He
hesitantly asks.
"Nope. You'll share a bed with me," Lita responds. Robert's
face switches to concern and Lita continues: "It's not as if we're
going to do anything, simply share a bed, that's all."
"Um, okay, sure," Robert stammers. They finish their meal in
silence.
Thirty minutes later, Lita and Robert are sitting on the couch,
their arms wrapped around each other's bodies. They both talk about
their life, dreams, and hopes. Both have very strong feelings for each
other, both wanting to be together. Both feels complete by being there,
knowing nothing could stop them from reaching their goals and dreams.
Robert helps Lita get the hid-a-away set up and made. She
tosses Robert a pillow and he sets it down as Lita places her pillow on
the bed. The spread the sheets across and tuck them in. Then, soft,
warm, comfortable blankets flow above the sheets. Lita takes off her
shirt and pants in front of Robert, who quickly blushes and turns away,
respecting Lita's privacy.
"Don't worry, silly! I'm comfortable with you seeing me like
this,: Lita laughed as Robert slowly turns his head back. Seeing Lita
more naturally makes him fall deeper in love with her. He too takes
off his shirt and pants off and slips into bed. Lita turns off the
lights and lies next to Robert. They cuddle closer together, feeling
whole and complete once again.
"Lita, go out with me, please," Robert asks, giving Lita a kiss.
"Robert, you didn't need to ask," Lita answers, returning the
kiss.
The End.
with another fan-fic. This time, I have a romance here. This is
supposed to be serious for the most part (the first two or three pages
may be humorous, but that was before I disappeared). This project
wasn't started until July, perhaps August, and wasn't completed until
3:10 A.M. Central on January 1, 2001.
This fic would be rated G if I hadn't put in any 'language' in
there. However, since the language is only mild, I'll say it is a G-PG
fic.
Sailor Moon is created by Naoko Takeuchi. I'm glad she did too,
otherwise I might not be writing and I might not have met Viper Inferno,
so thanks, Naoko!
DiC may have messed Sailor Moon up, but they did introduce us
to a new animé that spread like wildfire. Cloverway might have screwed
it up, but they did continue on with the third and fourth season, so
hurrah to them.
Viper Inferno is my best friend. I wouldn't know where I'd be
if it weren't for him. Selene, you too, girl!
And without more blabbering...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thundering Love
by Jupiter Star Warrior
Rated G-PG
Robert picks up his class ring and puts it on his finger. He
walks to the door to answer it. A tall, brunette young lady with her
hair tied high in a ponytail, sharp green eyes, beautiful rose earrings,
and a grin playing on her face stands waiting in her sparkling green
dress that matches her eyes perfectly.
"hi Robert! You look dazzling," the lady comments, wrapping
her arms around Robert...
'Ah, who am I kidding? I won't be able to go out with someone
as beautiful as Lita,' Robert thinks as he pops himself from his
daydream.
He looks around the classroom, not paying attention to the
instructor. He sees Lita and sighs. 'If only she would glance right
at me, oh, what to do?'
"Mr. Midorino, could you tell me who invented the telescope
since you obviously know already," the instructor asks, getting annoyed
by Robert's inattentiveness again.
"Um, huh?" Robert responds, sending giggles throughout the
classroom. Even Lita smiles a bit. 'Oh great, smart ass! Now she
thinks I'm a total goof-off!'
The inventor of the telescope. Who is it?" the instructor
pushes.
"I, uh, don't know," Robert admits, mentally slapping himself
for not paying attention for the tenth time this year. 'Damn! Damn!
Damn!'
"Next time, pay attention. This is the third time you haven't
paid much attention," the instructor scolds.
'Tenth, tenth! Sheesh! I haven't paid attention in class and
even I can keep count of how many times I haven't done it,'
"Miss Anderson, it is obvious that you know the answer. Could
you please tell us who invented the telescope without going into his
life story?"
'Oh damn!' Robert thinks, 'Lita's friend's going to answer that
question and Lita's not ONLY going to think I'm a damn ditz, but she's
also thinking that I'm an ass as well!' Again, he only pays attention
to Lita and not to Amy's answer.
For the rest of Fourth period, Robert thinks how he's going to
follow his dream girl around without getting caught. He decides on
casually following her home, just to see where she's living.
"Bbbbbbbring!" the bell reverberates though Robert's head,
again sending him back from his day dreams. Everyone throws out of
their seats, in a mad rush to make it to the bus. Those who walk home
take their time as they gather their stuff, eager to get out.
"Now remember," the instructor yells at they already departing
students, "you have a test Friday, so study real hard! Take care!"
A couple of hours later, Lita turns a corner, hoping to loose
anyone who is following. She hides behind a large maple tree, waiting
for the stalker to stroll ahead of her.
A guy in his early twenties rounds the corner and walks in
front of Lita. He stops in confusion and looks behind him to see where
she went. He quickly spots with her arms crossed leaning against the
tree.
"Hello there, hot stuff," Lita calls, surprising her stalker.
"H-hi!" the guy says nervously.
"Will you tell me why you were following me?" Lita asks, taking
a step closer.
"To see where you lived."
"Why?"
"Just out of curiosity," he stammers.
"You could have asked, you know."
"I didn't want you to think of me as a loser. Now you probably
do. I'm sorry I bothered you. I'm just going to go home now," the guy
sighs and starts to walk away.
"Wait. I don't even know you. I'm Lita Kino. I'm an exchange
student from Azabu Tech. in Tokyo, Japan," Lita says, extending her
hand.
"I'm Robert Midorino," Robert responds, taking the outreached
hand.
"Do you want to come over for dinner? I'm a good cook you
know," Lita says gazing into Robert's eyes and letting go of his hand.
"Sure, why not," Robert involuntary answers, losing himself in
Lita's deep emerald eyes.
'Too quick, dumb ass!' Robert scolds himself for the millionth
time this year. Lita and Robert start toward Lita's apartment side by
side. Robert is a medium-sized build man in his early twenties with
blonde hair and green eyes. He wars glasses, but not a strong
prescription. His vision is only slightly blurry without the glasses,
so he uses them for quick focussing. He is slightly shorter than Lita,
wearing a deep green dress shirt complemented by khaki pants and black
shoes.
Lita takes Robert's hand and pulls him closer. A girl never
once invited Robert to her apartment, much less offered to cook for
him, and took his hand in hers in the same day. Hell, he never touched
a hand of the opposite sex without it being formal, so what's so
special about her? 'You've got a crush on her, smart ass!' a voice in
his mind states.
'No really? I thought that unfamiliar feeling deep inside was
some sort of illness,' Robert mentally tells the voice. 'Wait a second,
who are you?' By then, the voice was gone.
"...so then Serena says 'but I don't want to go!'" Lita
finishes, laughing.
'Oh great, dumb ass! Now you've done it!' "Huh?" Robert
manages. "I'm sorry, I got lost in my own thoughts."
"Lita giggles as she pecks him on the cheek. "That's okay.
People do it all the time. We're here, by the way."
The apartment complex is a red-bricked building two stories
high. Other complexes are scattered throughout the compound where it
would be easier, or harder depending who you are, to get to. Lita's
apartment is stationed on the second floor, facing west, so they might
be able to see the sunset together.
Lita opens the door with her key and walks in. The apartment
is a fair sized living space with the kitchen acting as a dining room
as well as a food preparation center. The living room doubles as a
bedroom and a living space. It is large enough to have several guests
gather around the coffee table and talk over tea. The floor is tan-
carpeted, neat, vacuumed, and clean. There is hardly dirt on it at all.
"Were you expecting company?" Robert asks, admiring the well
kept apartment.
"Yes I was," Lita answers, wrapping her arms around Robert's
neck. "I always keep my apartment clean for a guest."
"Ah," Robert manages as Lita starts to brush her lips to his
ear. It sends a rushing pulse through his body, his heart beating
faster with each tender kiss. Her kisses come to his face and he
begins giving her butterfly kisses. He wraps an arm around her waist
and one around her back. He starts to French Kiss her, caressing his
tongue with hers. They both moan with pleasure.
Lita breaks the kiss, leaving Robert wide-eyed and his mouth
open, surprised that Lita broke the kiss. He looks at her for an
explanation, but she holds up a finger and gives him a wink. "I still
have to make dinner!" She leans down to take off her shoes and motions
Robert to follow. Robert complies.
"Do you need any help?" Robert asks. Lita glares at him and
places her hand on her hops. Robert raises an eyebrow, already knowing
the answer.
"I was hoping you'd ask!" she exclaims, giggling at Robert's
unannounced assumption.
Robert wears his confused face and stupidly say, "So that's a
yes?"
"Yes, silly! Only those special get to cook with me," Lita
answers, getting out ingredients for spicy grill chicken. Robert looks
for an electric grill and sets it on the counter.
"Do you have Fettuccini noodles? Robert asks, running a menu
through his mind. He is hoping that Lita has frozen baby carrots in her
cooking arsenal.
"Yes, in the freezer, in the door, top shelf," Lita instructs.
Robert quickly finds it and behind the ground beef and below the
chicken fried steak patties - apparently, Robert is thinking, Lita
doesn't home-cook everyday - a small sized package of baby carrots
waits to be used. Robert's hand reaches to pick it up as another,
smoother softer hand races for it. Both grab the package and pull it
out. Again, Robert gets hypnotized by Lita's eyes, his heart skipping
a beat.
Robert blinks a few times and gets the noodles out. He closes
the freezer and sets the package on the counter. He turns around,
ready to retrieve more ingredients for his dish. Lita is a already
taking the required stuff out. Quizzically, Robert asks, "You use the
same recipe?"
"What do you mean?" Lita asks, looking at Robert as if he'd
gone wacko.
"I use a pint of whipping cream, half a stick of butter, and a
cup of Parmesan cheese to make Fettuccini Alfredo," Robert explains.
"Yeah, me too," Lita answers.
"What cookbook do you use?" Robert and Lita ask simultaneously.
"You first," Lita says, her mouth open with shock.
"International Single's Cookbook," Robert manages, his mouth
also gaping in surprise.
"Me too," Lita whispers, finding herself kissing Robert again.
He holds her tight, not wanting to let go. Hi is a part of her, and
she is a part of him. If one of them lets go, their love will be a
lost sailboat tossing in the storm. Unfortunately, is not going to
cook on its own.
Lita breaks the kiss, giving Robert another bright smile and
got a large pot. Robert relieves Lita from the pot and fills it up
with water. He sets it on the stove and activates the burner. Then,
he plugs in the electric grill as Lita sets the temperature. "I'll
take care of the chicken and vegetables; you take care of the Alfredo
and the table, "Lita instructs, mixing the spices and marinade together.
Robert searches the cupboard and finds a couple of plates. He
grabs them and begins to search through the drawers. He finds the
silverware and places them on the plate. He finds a couple of place
mats and lays them on the table. He then sets the plates and
silverware down and goes to another cupboard. He easily finds the
glasses and sets them on the table.
The water boils as Robert quickly turns down the heat and adds
the noodles. He stirs them, not forgetting to sprinkle salt in the
water so the noodles would not stick as they cooked.
"Robert, I've got plenty of drinks to replenish a thirsty army.
Help yourself," Lita informs Robert.
"Thank you. I'll just have water if you don't mind," Robert
responds picking up his glass.
"Why not a soda or juice?" Lita asks, dunking a chicken win in
the marinade. She places it on the grill, splashing a scent of a honey
sweetness up Robert's nose.
"I usually drink water. It's good for me. Of course, I can't
forget the milk, but mostly water for me," Robert answers, filling up
his glass with water. "How about you?"
"I'll have water as well," Lita says. Robert too fills her
glass. He stirs the noodles and tests it for al denté. Not quite
there yet. He gently places his hands on Lita's waist, rocking her
left to right, and giving her tickling, soft kisses on her neck and
cheek.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Lita playfully scolds Robert, "I'm still
making dinner! There's plenty of time afterwards!"
Robert checks the noodles again and they are now al denté.
"Lita? Where's the colander?"
"Next to the glass cupboard on the right. It should be on the
first shelf."
Robert checks the coordinates and finds it. He puts it in the
sink and dumps the pot of noodles in the colander and places the pot
back on the stove. He leaves it to drain and measures out a fourth a
cup of butter and puts it in the pot. In a minute, the butter is
melted and Robert stirs in the whipping cream. He dumps the noodles in
and pours a cup of Parmesan cheese in the mixture and mixes. He gets
the garlic powder and sprinkles it on. He continues to stir.
By now, Lita's chicken are about ready to serve. She gets out
a bowl and dumps the baby carrots in. She gets the microwave to cook
the carrots for a couple of minutes. She then checks the chicken one
more time. They are done so she gets places a chicken on a plate and
another chicken on another plate. Robert serves his Alfredo and sets
the rest on the stove. The microwave dings and Lita spoons the carrots
for her guest and for herself.
Outside, heavy, dark clouds start to flow over the apartment
complex. Flashes of lightning start to play on the evening sky as
thunder rumble in the distance. Heavy rain starts to pour, flooding
the streets and sidewalks. The unlucky few who did not bring an
umbrella are now getting soaked to the skin as they scramble for
shelter.
In Lita's apartment, Lita and Robert enjoy their evening meal
when another flash of lightning and roll of thunder play outside. Lita
is wondering how Robert would get home. "Robert, how far do you live?"
"Three miles east of here," he answers, savoring another bite of
chicken.
"You're staying here tonight," Lita demands, biting into a
carrot.
"What do you mean?"
"You're spending the night tonight. There's no way I'm letting
you get drenched in that downpour, so you're staying here," Lita says.
Quickly running through the apartment plans, his face goes from
confusion to disbelief and back. "Will I be sleeping on the floor?" He
hesitantly asks.
"Nope. You'll share a bed with me," Lita responds. Robert's
face switches to concern and Lita continues: "It's not as if we're
going to do anything, simply share a bed, that's all."
"Um, okay, sure," Robert stammers. They finish their meal in
silence.
Thirty minutes later, Lita and Robert are sitting on the couch,
their arms wrapped around each other's bodies. They both talk about
their life, dreams, and hopes. Both have very strong feelings for each
other, both wanting to be together. Both feels complete by being there,
knowing nothing could stop them from reaching their goals and dreams.
Robert helps Lita get the hid-a-away set up and made. She
tosses Robert a pillow and he sets it down as Lita places her pillow on
the bed. The spread the sheets across and tuck them in. Then, soft,
warm, comfortable blankets flow above the sheets. Lita takes off her
shirt and pants in front of Robert, who quickly blushes and turns away,
respecting Lita's privacy.
"Don't worry, silly! I'm comfortable with you seeing me like
this,: Lita laughed as Robert slowly turns his head back. Seeing Lita
more naturally makes him fall deeper in love with her. He too takes
off his shirt and pants off and slips into bed. Lita turns off the
lights and lies next to Robert. They cuddle closer together, feeling
whole and complete once again.
"Lita, go out with me, please," Robert asks, giving Lita a kiss.
"Robert, you didn't need to ask," Lita answers, returning the
kiss.
The End.