Authors Notes: This is just a little fic I started last night as something to do. I have absolutely no idea how the rest of this fic is gonna go, and so if you would like to contribute your ideas please feel free to e-mail them to me. :-)
Thanx, and enjoy.
As I hung my blue silk Kimono on the back of the bathroom door I exited into the bedroom, wearing only my short crimson nightgown. Frasier was sat on the bed waiting for me, wearing the black silk boxers he so beloved. Next to him on the dresser was a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
"Good evening my dear." His gorgeous voice trembled through me.
"Good evening darling." I smiled, as I motioned to sit next to him.
"Champagne?"
"That would be wonderful." He poured each of us a glass, and handed mine to me.
"A toast. To Happiness."
I took a small sip from my glass, then I felt his smooth fingers touch mine as he gently pulled my glass away and set it down on the dresser. As I looked into his Brilliant blue eyes his lips pressed against mine and I found myself slowly being pushed back onto the bed. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to melt under his strong warm body.
"Lilith?" The next thing I knew I was sat upright in my bed next to my husband.
"Brian?"
"You were having a bad dream honey."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"There's no need to apologise sweetheart. I'm here." He wrapped his bronzed arms around me as I led my body back down.
He kissed my forehead tenderly, then my nose, and finally, my lips. I tried to remain customary, but pulled back slowly. "What's the matter? Do you wanna talk about your dream?"
"Not really." I replied, as I led in his arms staring at the ceiling.
"Are you sure? It could help."
"It's okay. It was about Frederick. I think I'll go check on him actually." I started to get out of bed…
"Um, sweetie. You sent him to his fathers' for the week. Remember?"
"Oh. Yes…. Well, that dream shook me up a bit. I think I'll call him." I walked towards the bedroom door.
"Where are you going? There's a phone here." Brian pointed at the black cordless telephone on my bedside table.
"Oh, that's okay. I don't want to disturb you. Go back to sleep darling."
I walked downstairs and proceeded straight to the kitchen. I stopped at the sink, ran the cold water, and splashed my face to calm myself down, as I tried to work out why I was dreaming about my ex-husband, when I had such a good thing with Brian.
Thanx, and enjoy.
As I hung my blue silk Kimono on the back of the bathroom door I exited into the bedroom, wearing only my short crimson nightgown. Frasier was sat on the bed waiting for me, wearing the black silk boxers he so beloved. Next to him on the dresser was a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
"Good evening my dear." His gorgeous voice trembled through me.
"Good evening darling." I smiled, as I motioned to sit next to him.
"Champagne?"
"That would be wonderful." He poured each of us a glass, and handed mine to me.
"A toast. To Happiness."
I took a small sip from my glass, then I felt his smooth fingers touch mine as he gently pulled my glass away and set it down on the dresser. As I looked into his Brilliant blue eyes his lips pressed against mine and I found myself slowly being pushed back onto the bed. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to melt under his strong warm body.
"Lilith?" The next thing I knew I was sat upright in my bed next to my husband.
"Brian?"
"You were having a bad dream honey."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"There's no need to apologise sweetheart. I'm here." He wrapped his bronzed arms around me as I led my body back down.
He kissed my forehead tenderly, then my nose, and finally, my lips. I tried to remain customary, but pulled back slowly. "What's the matter? Do you wanna talk about your dream?"
"Not really." I replied, as I led in his arms staring at the ceiling.
"Are you sure? It could help."
"It's okay. It was about Frederick. I think I'll go check on him actually." I started to get out of bed…
"Um, sweetie. You sent him to his fathers' for the week. Remember?"
"Oh. Yes…. Well, that dream shook me up a bit. I think I'll call him." I walked towards the bedroom door.
"Where are you going? There's a phone here." Brian pointed at the black cordless telephone on my bedside table.
"Oh, that's okay. I don't want to disturb you. Go back to sleep darling."
I walked downstairs and proceeded straight to the kitchen. I stopped at the sink, ran the cold water, and splashed my face to calm myself down, as I tried to work out why I was dreaming about my ex-husband, when I had such a good thing with Brian.