Part 11
Alex opens her eyes when Eberts comes back in the room. "Have they left?" She asks.
"I believe so." He walks towards her, she meets him halfway, and pulls him unto the bed in a deep kiss, unsnapping the snaps on his plaid pajamas with her hands at the same time. Eberts accepts willingly. His hands drifting to unbutton her shirt.
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Eberts wakes up to the sound of the music going off. "Alex?" He calls noticing the bed is empty, sweat clings to him, and the sheets entangled around his body. He frees the covers around him.
His Housemate, Nathan Bello, with his mop of blond hair peeks in. "Who's Alex?"
"Did someone come by during the night?" Eberts asks.
"Claudia did, but you knew that, you saw her come in at seven, before you went to sleep at eight. No one for you.Why?" He looks concernedly at his friend, he hopes hes not cracking up again.
"You sure?" Eberts asks, hoping he may be wrong.
"I was up all night, working on my presentation, I think I would know if someone came over. Are you having another mental breakdown, because you know Doctor Benard would be happy to take you back if it comes to that."
Eberts gives a deep frown. "I am not going back to Doctor Bernard, I do not need shrinks implanting ideas in my head, especially that evil woman. I am fine, it was just a dream I guess." Eberts answers, anger and disappointment singed through his words.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that, I'm going on a run soon, and you still have an hour before you actually need to get ready for work, you want to come." Nathan asks. 'Maybe Albie needs some fresh air,' he thinks to himself.
"No, I want to finish my painting for Miss Gragner."He answers.
"Okay, catch you later then." Nathan says, removing his head.
Eberts wipes the sleep from his eyes, and stands up. He looks down at his bed, now he must make an important decision to make it -or- not. He decides not to, no one is coming over today anyway. He doesn't have to be neat all the time, and an unmade bed gives his room character sometimes. He walks over to the easel with the picture of the unfinished jazz band on it.He wants to finish it, but he really needs to finish the Gragner one. He puts his painting aside, and goes to find where he hid the horrid poodle painting.
His cell phone rings. He hopes its not the official. He answers it hastenly, knowing he should have got the caller id on it.
"Hello?" He answers softly.
"Hi, Eberts, I am sorry, I slipped out."
He sighs with relief. "So, it wasn't a dream?"
"No, no dream, Albie, I was lying in your arms early this morning, and I realized I didn't feed my cat. I hope you don't mind, I was going to leave you a note but I didn't want to search through your things."
He smiles. "I don't mind, thank you for calling me, I thought it had been a dream, and I was going crazy again."
"Well, if it was it was a very nice dream, especially after Hobbes and Fawkes left." She answers.
"Yes, it was." He smiles. "But my housemate Nathan said he had been up all night, and didn't hear you come in."
"Was he the one asleep in the living room?"
Eberts laughs. "Probably him, I am glad it wasn't a dream."
"Me either."
"Well, since it wasn't a dream, would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?" Eberts asks.
"I would suggest maybe lunch as well, but we will not be able to do that for awhile, but I'd love to come out to dinner with you." She answers happily.
"How about I pick you up at your place at seven thirty, if we get out before then, and wear something formal?"
"Okay, see you then."
(more to come)
Alex opens her eyes when Eberts comes back in the room. "Have they left?" She asks.
"I believe so." He walks towards her, she meets him halfway, and pulls him unto the bed in a deep kiss, unsnapping the snaps on his plaid pajamas with her hands at the same time. Eberts accepts willingly. His hands drifting to unbutton her shirt.
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Eberts wakes up to the sound of the music going off. "Alex?" He calls noticing the bed is empty, sweat clings to him, and the sheets entangled around his body. He frees the covers around him.
His Housemate, Nathan Bello, with his mop of blond hair peeks in. "Who's Alex?"
"Did someone come by during the night?" Eberts asks.
"Claudia did, but you knew that, you saw her come in at seven, before you went to sleep at eight. No one for you.Why?" He looks concernedly at his friend, he hopes hes not cracking up again.
"You sure?" Eberts asks, hoping he may be wrong.
"I was up all night, working on my presentation, I think I would know if someone came over. Are you having another mental breakdown, because you know Doctor Benard would be happy to take you back if it comes to that."
Eberts gives a deep frown. "I am not going back to Doctor Bernard, I do not need shrinks implanting ideas in my head, especially that evil woman. I am fine, it was just a dream I guess." Eberts answers, anger and disappointment singed through his words.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that, I'm going on a run soon, and you still have an hour before you actually need to get ready for work, you want to come." Nathan asks. 'Maybe Albie needs some fresh air,' he thinks to himself.
"No, I want to finish my painting for Miss Gragner."He answers.
"Okay, catch you later then." Nathan says, removing his head.
Eberts wipes the sleep from his eyes, and stands up. He looks down at his bed, now he must make an important decision to make it -or- not. He decides not to, no one is coming over today anyway. He doesn't have to be neat all the time, and an unmade bed gives his room character sometimes. He walks over to the easel with the picture of the unfinished jazz band on it.He wants to finish it, but he really needs to finish the Gragner one. He puts his painting aside, and goes to find where he hid the horrid poodle painting.
His cell phone rings. He hopes its not the official. He answers it hastenly, knowing he should have got the caller id on it.
"Hello?" He answers softly.
"Hi, Eberts, I am sorry, I slipped out."
He sighs with relief. "So, it wasn't a dream?"
"No, no dream, Albie, I was lying in your arms early this morning, and I realized I didn't feed my cat. I hope you don't mind, I was going to leave you a note but I didn't want to search through your things."
He smiles. "I don't mind, thank you for calling me, I thought it had been a dream, and I was going crazy again."
"Well, if it was it was a very nice dream, especially after Hobbes and Fawkes left." She answers.
"Yes, it was." He smiles. "But my housemate Nathan said he had been up all night, and didn't hear you come in."
"Was he the one asleep in the living room?"
Eberts laughs. "Probably him, I am glad it wasn't a dream."
"Me either."
"Well, since it wasn't a dream, would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?" Eberts asks.
"I would suggest maybe lunch as well, but we will not be able to do that for awhile, but I'd love to come out to dinner with you." She answers happily.
"How about I pick you up at your place at seven thirty, if we get out before then, and wear something formal?"
"Okay, see you then."
(more to come)