We all know the details of this episode but-
What if?
What if this was left on the cutting room floor?
...just what if?!...
His body was warm against her. She smoothed his hair back around his ear wondering what Marty would think should he know what she were doing right now. No doubt, there would be a war.
She appreciated the smooth skin Jonathan had around his earlobe; She also resisted taking a nibble, savoring it to her senses. Her hand rounded his cheek and was tickled by his five o'clock shadow. She loved Marty, but this, this was a morsel she would remember for ever.
Earlier, the evening wore on at the table with Althea. Albeit, Jennifer Hart was in grave danger, she didn't understand why they had to carry on the charades until after dinner. Althea held her tongue on little "digs", Dominique would call them, which would present themselves at certain times she would throw here and there.
It was funny watching Althea go from cool, calm, and collected to utterly befuddled by holding back the words she really wanted to say while Dominique continued to dig. Thank goodness for Jonathan's respectful demeanor, or else she's sure Althea would blow a gasket.
Dominique giggled out loud at the last thought and was happy she didn't wake him as he slightly stirred.
They ended the evening with an old bottle of Scotch.
Jonathan hashed out the scenario which was so much detail, Dominique began to get a headache. But, she kept pouring, and he kept drinking.
Scotch gave him the courage to share things with Dominique he may never have shared otherwise. ..Personal things about Jennifer, about his love for her. She wondered if she had ever heard of a man loving a woman so much. She was positive she read about it in some fairy tale hard bound.
Jonathan Hart laid across her lap, breathing comfortably even with fresh tears still moist in his eyes, and his glass half full, so handsome and debonair; even in such a weakened state, he was still so captivating. But, she could tell he was tired and had not slept since his loves' kidnapping.
Moments ago, he finished telling Dominique of the family they would start and fill the earth with. He paced the room sharing their meeting and it's whirlwind. But, feeling tired, and fragile and unused to what that made him feel like, Jonathan loosened his tie and sat on the sofa, exhausted and spent. However, between drinks, he continued speaking on his beloved Jennifer. She knew he blamed himself for her disappearance.
While it saddened Dominique to see him like this, she felt a sort of je ne se pais- as if she needed to protect him. Something she was unaccustomed to ever feeling.
With the last thought being too sobering, Dominique quietly took a few sips from her glass and found herself in and out of slumber.
Somewhere during their sharing, he leaned over and took her in his arms. She knew he could only see her as Jennifer but welcomed the comfort his strong arms brought. As soon as he had her in his arms, he feel into a deep sleep. It wasn't until later she realized it never bothered her to be Jennifer, another point she could not believe she allowed.
Embracing the warmness his body offered and hating to wake him, she let sleep over come and take her into a deep sleep...too.
8:07 the clock across the room read in bold red digital numbers! It must have been landscape day, because someone was outside with the weed whacker. But, it gave her time to realize, Jonathan was already gone.
She dressed, made up her make up, and knew she would face Marty today.
She could still smell his cologne wafting around her and thought what a lucky woman Jennifer Hart was.