Part 9
Alex listens intently as Eberts explains the thought process behind the painting of a shadowy figure trampling through a field of violets. "He has been outcasted from society, to everything he feels an outsider, he thinks he can find the place where he belongs among the flowers, as their is no where else to turn he believes. It came from feelings of being the rubbish of society, and my desire to find somewhere to belong." He tells her.
She nods sleepily, as she imagines the beautiful flowers caressing her legs, and the aroma of the violets wafting to her nose, as she walks towards the figure, to show he does belong. She yawns.
He gazes at her with loving eyes. "It may be time we get back to bed, what do you say?" He asks, as she leans into his chest more, tiredly. She nods, absentmindly.It is almost laughable. He doesn't laugh though, it is rude. He removes his arms from her waist, and picks her up by from under his knees. She laughs as he does it not expecting it, and kisses his cheek. She head against the soft as a teddy bear fabric of his pajamas. She lets out a small content sigh.
"It feels nice, being in your strong arms." She murmurs happily.
"It feels nice holding someone in my arms. " He sets her down upon the bed, under the sheets. She pulls him on top of her in a long kiss.He responds willingly.She is about to begin exploring his mouth with her tongue, when it is broken by the front door being open. Eberts pulls away guiltily.
"What schmuck leaves his front door unlock?" They hear Robert Hobbes say as he and Darien enter thunderiously.
"Sorry about that." Alex whispers. She tries to pull him towards her again. His body resists.She frowns lightly. He grabs his robe.
"I'm going to see what they want?" He says, and gets off the bed, and walks out of the room.
"Stay here with me, please, Albie." She says trying not to scream at him. He looks into her brown eyes , and melts.
"Okay." he whispers.
She pulls him on top of her into a deeper kiss.His body and lips respond eagerly. It excites her, he puts so much passion in his little kisses, and this kiss is almost too much to bare.She moans slightly. The bedroom door is thrown open.
"Ummm...." Hobbes stammers.
"Eberts, we need to talk to you."Darien says, as Alex lets Eberts go. So, he can talk to his univited guests.
"Wow!" he whispers softly to her. He slids off of her so he can sit, and face th agents.
"Its this a bad time?" Hobbes asks.
Eberts sighs. "It is, but you came in, so it is only proper to see what you want. What do you want?"
"We...we...wanted to see why you made Alex..." Hobbes begins Darien interrupts him as Alex sits up beside Eberts, cuddling next to him.
"Hello, Miss Monroe."
"Hello, Mr. Fawkes, Mr. Hobbes, is this really important, we are busy here?" She says with fire in her voice.
Fawkes and Hobbes know that tone. "Umm.. we just wanted to see what you two were up to." Darien answers, sitting in one of the blue chairs along the wall.
"Hey, Hey, that's not fair...you made Alex cry, ..and now you're....well, I don't think I need to spell it out for you." Hobbes stammers, really mad anyone would pick Eberts over him.
"I...I ..did not make her, cry...I wouldn't do that...." Eberts answers, "unlike you." he whispers at the end.
"Hey, I heard that Eberts, I would not. I resent that you little brown noser." Hobbes says. Darien begins looking around the room.
"Hey!" Alex yells. "Let's get this straight, he did not make me cry, and you guys are starting to get childish!" She says to all three.
"I'm sorry," Eberts whispers and bows his head.
She puts her arms around his shoulders. "It's okay, I wasn't really talking about you. I know you were venting your anger, hon." She whispers in his ear.
"Are you sure he didn't make you cry?"Hobbes asks.
"Yes, I am sure, he did not make me cry."
"Postive?"
She glares at him about to shout at him again when Darien interrupts. "Hey, Eberts did you paint these pictures?"
"What pictures?" Hobbes says turning to see.
"Yes, I did, Darien, do you like them?" Eberts asks shyly.
"I love them, they are beautiful, could you paint me one for my apartment?"
"I guess, it depends on what you want me to paint." Eberts answers.
"I don't know yet, I'll get back to you." Darien says.
Eberts nods.
"Will you paint me one, Albert, old buddy?" Hobbes asks.
(More to come)
Alex listens intently as Eberts explains the thought process behind the painting of a shadowy figure trampling through a field of violets. "He has been outcasted from society, to everything he feels an outsider, he thinks he can find the place where he belongs among the flowers, as their is no where else to turn he believes. It came from feelings of being the rubbish of society, and my desire to find somewhere to belong." He tells her.
She nods sleepily, as she imagines the beautiful flowers caressing her legs, and the aroma of the violets wafting to her nose, as she walks towards the figure, to show he does belong. She yawns.
He gazes at her with loving eyes. "It may be time we get back to bed, what do you say?" He asks, as she leans into his chest more, tiredly. She nods, absentmindly.It is almost laughable. He doesn't laugh though, it is rude. He removes his arms from her waist, and picks her up by from under his knees. She laughs as he does it not expecting it, and kisses his cheek. She head against the soft as a teddy bear fabric of his pajamas. She lets out a small content sigh.
"It feels nice, being in your strong arms." She murmurs happily.
"It feels nice holding someone in my arms. " He sets her down upon the bed, under the sheets. She pulls him on top of her in a long kiss.He responds willingly.She is about to begin exploring his mouth with her tongue, when it is broken by the front door being open. Eberts pulls away guiltily.
"What schmuck leaves his front door unlock?" They hear Robert Hobbes say as he and Darien enter thunderiously.
"Sorry about that." Alex whispers. She tries to pull him towards her again. His body resists.She frowns lightly. He grabs his robe.
"I'm going to see what they want?" He says, and gets off the bed, and walks out of the room.
"Stay here with me, please, Albie." She says trying not to scream at him. He looks into her brown eyes , and melts.
"Okay." he whispers.
She pulls him on top of her into a deeper kiss.His body and lips respond eagerly. It excites her, he puts so much passion in his little kisses, and this kiss is almost too much to bare.She moans slightly. The bedroom door is thrown open.
"Ummm...." Hobbes stammers.
"Eberts, we need to talk to you."Darien says, as Alex lets Eberts go. So, he can talk to his univited guests.
"Wow!" he whispers softly to her. He slids off of her so he can sit, and face th agents.
"Its this a bad time?" Hobbes asks.
Eberts sighs. "It is, but you came in, so it is only proper to see what you want. What do you want?"
"We...we...wanted to see why you made Alex..." Hobbes begins Darien interrupts him as Alex sits up beside Eberts, cuddling next to him.
"Hello, Miss Monroe."
"Hello, Mr. Fawkes, Mr. Hobbes, is this really important, we are busy here?" She says with fire in her voice.
Fawkes and Hobbes know that tone. "Umm.. we just wanted to see what you two were up to." Darien answers, sitting in one of the blue chairs along the wall.
"Hey, Hey, that's not fair...you made Alex cry, ..and now you're....well, I don't think I need to spell it out for you." Hobbes stammers, really mad anyone would pick Eberts over him.
"I...I ..did not make her, cry...I wouldn't do that...." Eberts answers, "unlike you." he whispers at the end.
"Hey, I heard that Eberts, I would not. I resent that you little brown noser." Hobbes says. Darien begins looking around the room.
"Hey!" Alex yells. "Let's get this straight, he did not make me cry, and you guys are starting to get childish!" She says to all three.
"I'm sorry," Eberts whispers and bows his head.
She puts her arms around his shoulders. "It's okay, I wasn't really talking about you. I know you were venting your anger, hon." She whispers in his ear.
"Are you sure he didn't make you cry?"Hobbes asks.
"Yes, I am sure, he did not make me cry."
"Postive?"
She glares at him about to shout at him again when Darien interrupts. "Hey, Eberts did you paint these pictures?"
"What pictures?" Hobbes says turning to see.
"Yes, I did, Darien, do you like them?" Eberts asks shyly.
"I love them, they are beautiful, could you paint me one for my apartment?"
"I guess, it depends on what you want me to paint." Eberts answers.
"I don't know yet, I'll get back to you." Darien says.
Eberts nods.
"Will you paint me one, Albert, old buddy?" Hobbes asks.
(More to come)