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Continuation of "The Party's Over". Niles' thoughts reflecting on the mystery woman's resemblance to CC.
A short drabble; a few hundred words. Enjoy.
I laid in my bed, head sunk into my pillow, as I thought about the night before.
Her chin-length blonde hair spiraling out around her head, shades of black clothing thrown everywhere, slender arms clasping my waist, eyelashes wildly batting...
The only problem-the face. Her eyes too close together, nose too small, and her mouth...it didn't feel the same as it had with CC. With her it was passion, angst and heat. But with this woman, she had nothing special. No unique qualities that I couldn't live without. It was the resemblance that interested me.
My mind once again was absorbed about the night of the kiss in the living room. If Fran and Maxwell hadn't walked in when they did...well, no one knows what would've happened. More than just the kiss, that's for sure. But neither of us could ignore the attraction we felt for each other; the raw need enamiating from us both. We couldn't have helped ourselves even if we wanted to, the pull was so strong.
With CC, it was different. It was the real thing. Not just some fling or a crush, or even lust, but the "L" word.
I wouldn't bring myself to say that I actually lo...liked her. She couldn't-wouldn't have felt the same way I did. I was a lowly butler. And butlers did not mix with Babcock's; Babcock's didn't mix Babcock's.
In that woman's face, I saw CC's ice blue eyes staring up at me, her slender nose perking up to sniff the air, her rosy lips shaping the perfect "O" as she gasped.
I smiled at the thought of CC...I felt deeply for her. I could see right through her shield of ice. I needed her...and she needed me.
I drifted off to sleep with that image in my head, followed by the most delightful dreams.