Songs are by DEAN MARTIN and FRANK SINATRA
Rating: FRT
Spoilers: None that I know of...
Content Warning: Possible Strong Language and Sexual Content
Summary: One Night. One Bottle of Wine. Two Romantic Singers. And Two People in Love. Ray and Neela discover the passion behind the songs of Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin.
A/N:
This has NOTHING to do with the previous stories I wrote. This
actually came to me as I was listening to VOLARE by
Dean Martin. Somehow, when I hear Dino sing…I think of Ray and
Neela and thought of doing a story based on his songs with them.
Don't know where it's going or what it's doing…So what ever
happens, I'll be just as surprised as the rest of you! LoL
Let's fly way up to the clouds
Away from the maddening crowds
We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of
Where lovers enjoy peace of mind
Let us leave the confusion and all disillusion behind
Just like bird of a feather, a rainbow together we'll find
Neela laughed at Ray, who was unaware she was watching him sing to Dean Martin. Her shift had, as most of her shifts the previous week, been a tough one. She lived with Ray long enough to always expect the unexpected with him, but never knew he was a fan of Dean Martin. She admitted that Ray could sing and those hips! Elvis had nothing on Ray's ability to move his hips. She leaned against the wall to the kitchen and watched him cook. Regardless of what anyone said about Ray, he could cook. Her senses told her that he was making chicken. What type of chicken? She wasn't sure, but she couldn't wait to find out.
Volare, oh oh
E contare, oh oh oh oh
No wonder my happy heart sings
Your love has given me wings
Penso che un sogno cosi non ritorni mai piu
Mi dipingevo le mani e la faccia di blu
Poi d'improvviso venivo dal vento rapito
E incominciavo a volare nel cielo infinito
As the tempo slowed down, Ray turned around, half surprised to see Neela standing there, smiling at him. As he sung, he took her in his arms and spun her across the apartment. "When did you get home?"
"A bit ago." She moved as gracefully as she could in their crowded apartment.
"How long were you standing there, watching me?" Ray led her like a pro.
"Long enough." She suddenly stopped.
"What?" Ray backed away.
"You."
"Me?"
"Yes." Neela smiled. "Just when people have you pegged as this or that, you show them, well, I never knew you liked Dean Martin and certainly never knew you could dance like this."
"You never asked." He took her in his arms and pressed their bodies close together.
If our lips should meet Innamorata
Kiss me kiss me sweet Innamorata
Hold me close and say you're mine
With a kiss a warm as wine
I'm in heaven's door Innamorata
Want you more and more Innamorata
You're a symphony the very beautiful sonata my Innamorata
Say that you're my sweetheart, my love
You're a symphony the very beautiful sonata my in Innamorata
Say that you're my sweetheart, my one and only sweetheart
Say you're my sweetheart, my love
Neela felt her breath taken away as Ray gently glided her across the room, softly singing in her ear. She followed his lead and rested her head on his chest. For the first time in a long time, she felt safe. She felt saddened when Ray let go to check on the chicken. "It smells good, Ray. What is it?"
He smiled. "Baked Havarti Chicken."
"Cooking all day?" She returned his smile. Why is it I can't avert my eyes when he smiles? He's got this smile…it just…STOP IT NEELA! It's RAY! Roomie Ray. Rocker Ray. What's he saying? Reply. Quick. Think of a reply, Neela! "Really?"
"Yeah. It's not that hard to make. Maybe one day I'll teach you." He winked. She didn't hear a damn word I said. He popped over the fridge. "It'll be ready in about 10 minutes, so what do you say to some wine before dinner?" He pulled out a zinfandel. "You like whites?" He smiled as he took two wine glasses from the cupboard, handing her one.
"How'd you remember?" She sighed as he poured the wine.
He shrugged. "Don't know. Just do." His hazel/green eyes danced as they looked at her and she found herself lost in them. "Neela?" He waved her hand in front of her face.
She snapped out of her reverie. "Yes."
"So, yes, then?" Ray smiled, his lips pursed.
"I mean, no?" Neela questioned.
"Ah, okay. No it is then." His pursed lips still smiled.
"I'm sorry, Ray. I…"
"You were lost in your thoughts. I know. Michael's one lucky guy." He clinked his glass against hers.
"Why's that?"
"To have someone always thinking of him." Ray turned back to the chicken.
"You don't think someone's out there, thinking of you?" She sipped her wine.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe." He turned and winked at her.
She took a bigger sip of wine; almost certain Ray could read her mind.