Authors Note: Hey guys, I wrote this because i just watched the movie The Hours, and they don't really talk about what happened between Clarissa Vaughn and Richard. They touch on it briefly but i decided to go more in depth. I hope you like it, and PLEASE REVIEW!!

Clarissa lay in bad, she could hear the surf crashing outside her window, and knew that Richard was in the other room with Louis, when she wished he were in her bed. She felt happy when she was with hi, like nothing could ever happen, that her life was a story worth telling. but she only wanted to tell that story, if she could write about him. But he had chosen Louis instead, or so she thought, and she couldn't think of a way to change his mind. She wanted him so desperately, his touch his voice his smile. She heard the bedroom door open, turing over in bed, she saw Richard standing in the doorway, his body illuminated in the soft light filtering in to the room from the hallway. He smiled, making Clarissa stomach turn, and she smiled back. Richard quietly crossed the room, and stood beside the bed. Clarissa looked up at him, ÒRichard? What-Ó she stared at him in bewilderment. ÒShhh...Ó he said, lifting his t-shirt up over his head, tossing it on to the carpet, and climbing under the covers. Clarissa felt light headed when she felt his slender body press itself firmly against hers. her breath caught in her throat as he ran his finger along the neckline of her pajamas. She looked into his face, searching for answers to her questions. Richard however, sensing her curiosity, leaned forward and kissed her. Clarissa pressed her soft lips against his, his tongue parting her lips, trying to find a way inside, Clarissa savored the taste of him. their legs tangled together as they fought for control. Clarissa, finally winning, moved so she was on top of Richard

Richard opened his eyes, as the ceiling slowly came in to focus, he blinked, trying to remember last night. He looked next to him, expecting to see ClarissaÕs sleeping figure, but instead saw the indent that her body had made in the sheets. Richard removed the covers from around his body, and swung his legs out of bed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and his t-shirt that were left lying on the floor after last night. He walked out on to the deck, the sky was over cast and breeze was blowing from the south, across the ocean. He saw Clarissa standing down by the water in sweat pants and a sweat shirt, her hair down and blowing in the wind. He wandered down to the surf, coming up behind her and whispering in her ear, ÒGood morning Mrs. DallowayÓ He knew that wasn't her real name, but ever since he had met her the name Mrs. Dalloway seemed to fit Clarissa person. Clarissa turned around to face him, her eyes were wet, her makeup smeared from the tears. She threw her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. Richard staggered backwards slightly before regaining his balance and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, pulling Clarissa closer to him.

They stayed like that for what seemed like years, just enjoying the presence and feeling, laughter and silence of each other. And as they walked along the beach, hand in hand, Clarissa thought to herself, This must be the beginning of Happiness.