Perspectives II
MarshAngel
Chapter 14
Mina trailed a finger up Andrew's bare chest.
The room was dark and they were enjoying each other's warmth in silence. It was late, but
neither of them slept. The stillness of the room was comforting.
There was not much left to say really. He was
here and that was most important. His presence was the best surprise she'd received all
year. After she'd gotten over the shock of having him show up at her door, the questions
as to how began?
She hadn't known whether or not to comfort
him, considering the benefits she received from the situation that brought him back to
her. Apparently Rita had walked out on him, leaving him for some entomologist she
had been seeing behind his back. Naturally he had been very relaxed about the situation
considering he was hardly in a position to judge.
She had comforted him, ok maybe that was a
rather inappropriate term for what they had done together. It was far less comforting and
more celebratory. She hadn't told him about the baby yet, but she would, in the morning,
after they'd slept. She could already hear his breathing slowing to the even tones of
sleep. She rested her head on his chest, and closed her eyes, enjoying restful sleep
for the first time in days.
Raye was somewhat annoyed at the fact that
she was actually enjoying herself. So far they seen just about everything here was to see
in Washington D.C. Somehow, like an infectious disease, he had sneaked into her life and
today had made a tour guide out of her. According to him she had missed her calling.
Naturally she hadn't taken it as a compliment or
regarded it as a joke. That fact alone seemed to amuse him endlessly.
In fact there seemed to be little about her
he didn't find amusing or enchanting. Outwardly she berated him for it, accusing him of
taking pleasure out of her discomfort, which he didn't deny, but inside she was flattered
and amused. She still couldn't figure out what it was he wanted from her and it was
driving her insane the way he seemed to set her temper off with the slightest comment or
inflame her passion with the lightest touch.
He was possibly an enemy, she warned herself
not to let him get too close although with every moment he seemed to be coming closer to
breaking down her carefully constructed emotional walls. She wasn't supposed to feel like
this. She had even laughed when they had stopped for hotdogs and he got a bit of mustard
on the end of his nose.
Her effect on him was no less amazing. He
kept feeling the need to restrain himself from just taking her into his arms and spending
the rest of the evening enjoying being close to her and well.... He could think of a
dozen things off the top of his head he could do with her. Those things would be rather
difficult of course considering that the closest he'd gotten was when he'd convinced her
to go ice skating with him on the reflecting pool between the Washington Monument and the
Lincoln Memorial. She had almost fallen as they had stepped out unto the ice before she'd
gotten her bearing. He had taken hold of her small waist, holding her steady for
just a bit longer than was necessary.
He had stood to the side for a moment
watching her glide over the ice with a grace that came naturally in everything she did. He
hadn't expected her to do nearly as well as she had but obviously she had acquired skills
she hadn't had in the Silver Millennium when she'd had a particular aversion to ice and
the cold. She had even managed a camel spin, amazing considering her leather pants.
"Who are you?" She whispered
staring up into his eyes.
"Not who you think I am," he
whispered huskily, his face drawing closer to hers staring into her mysterious violet eyes
" and I'm sure that's a good thing." He kissed her deeply, and she responded
with fire and warmth.
"How come we don't act like that
anymore?" A woman asked her partner jabbing her elbow into his side as she watched
the couple kissing passionately on the ice.
"That's probably because we're
eighty-five and it's not nearly as cute. Besides I don't want to share my love for you
with anyone else." Saying that he kissed her gray head and continued to watch the
loving couple as he embraced his wife. "They must have great lungs. They haven't come
up for air in a good while!"
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