Author's Note: A lot of the REAL story line is lost on these. As I said in my profile (which I hope you read), this is just for fun and has no real meaning or anything. If you don't like it, don't read it. If you do, thanks.
In answer to a question I received in one of my reviews - I tend to do only one-shots, yes. They're all related, in one little universe, but they're really not sequels or anything. They're other aspects of their lives. There is an order, and I can post in it my profile or something as I've seen other authors do.
"Eight-Hundred Feet"
The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Princess, what are you doing?"
"Actually, I've just got into the bathtub," she informed him with a smile. "What are you doing?"
"Oh ... not too much," the man grinned.
"What's 'not too much'?" she wanted to know.
"Sitting on an open story 800 feet in the air, gazing at the breathtaking view and being reminded of you."
"That's really sweet, baby, but get down!" his wife demanded.
"Honey, it's nothing."
"Get down, Neville, right this instant. You'll fall or something."
"I'm not even close to the edge, Luna. I'm not going to fall. Anyway, I'm sitting and watching the clouds and thinking of you. It' not like I'm doing anything dangerous."
"Don't think too hard; it could be."
"Only for you when I get home. Plus, I always think of you on the job."
"Impossible. You're a busy man."
"Okay, so I only think of you when I'm reminded of you."
"See?"
"But everything reminds me of you. The blue of the sky, the sun up above, the sugar in my coffee."
"I should marry you."
"Been there, done that."
"Oh, yeah. Well, I guess I'll have to settle for loving you."
"Works for me."
"I'd love you more if you were on the ground, though," she tried.
Her husband smiled to himself and removed his hard hat to run a hand through his hair.
"If you never love me more than you do right now, I'll consider myself more than privileged and die a happy man."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Set like concrete."
Luna rolled her eyes and remarked, "You really need to get out of construction."
"I really need to get home to you."
"Why? I'm fine. I'm just taking a bath."
"See? I'm missing all the fun."
"I should let you go so you can get back to work and come home."
"Only if you must," he sighed, feigning grumpiness.
"I must. I have a husband to sparkle for, you know? And every day is a hard day at work for him, and I need to be ready to help him relax."
"I think I've met your husband. He seems to be under the impression that relaxation is last thing on the agenda when he comes home."
"Does he complain?"
"Not in the least."
"I love you, Neville, come home."
"I'll be there in 800 feet and a short drive. Love you, too, Princess."
He hung up and replaced his hard hat as he stood and started for the lift.
Luna set the phone on the edge of the bath and admired the rings she wore on her left hand. Closing her eyes, she leant back against the cool porcelain and waited for her husband to arrive.