A/N- Entry for the October Jello Forever Forums Challenge. Credit for the idea is to a friend of mine, writing is mine. Bonus points to who can tell me what the title means!!!
Mon Amour
Clarence Davidson was my first love. Tall, dark, and he worked in bioengineering. He treated me like a queen, which was defintily new. Probably the best thing he did, too. Clar taught me how to love again. My father was dead at that point of my life, so I didn't have to worry about that. He was my first kiss, actually. Imagine being 24 before you had your first kiss. Isn't that something? Anyway, that moment was forever stamped on my memory. It was a warm summer afternoon, and we were having a picnic in a shady meadow. We had been together for maybe about two weeks. After we had finished eating,, we cleaned up and enjoyed the splendor of nature. I had the idea of playing hide-and-seek. I hid in a tree while Clarence counted. I quickly scampered up a tree and perched in the top branches. Clarence patiently counted to 50, as I tried to stifle my giggles.
"50! Here I come," he called. He reacted as I expected: searching the ground first. Though I had to give him credit, he could be very quiet when he wanted to. However, when I didn't turn up in any of the usual places to hide, he started getting worried. "Tessa? Are you all right?" he shouted, his voice with an edge of fear. I started feeling a little guilty, so I began my decsent.
"I'm right here, Clar," I said, landing gracefully on the soft grass below. As soon as my feet touched the dense earth, Clarence started running towards me. He pulled me into his arms.
"You scared me Tessa. I thought I'd find you in a ditch somewhere." Then he gave me a tender kiss before I could make a sassy reply. Instantly, I felt as if I had run 5 miles. Warm hands, flushed from the head to the toes, butterflies in the stomach, weak knees; the whole works.
Similar to the feeling I'm experiencing right now, actually. Except the man I'm with is completely different. He's average height, blonde, annoying, and broken: he's Patrick Jane. He breaks the kiss, but doesn't let me go. I have a definite feeling that this will be even more memorable than my first kiss. This moment will be frozen in time. Jane whispers, "Be safe, mon amour."
Clarence Davidson? Who's he?
FIN