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I claim no ownership of the characters.
Unguarded Moments by Fidomom
Part 2
Chloe awoke to a room gray with pre-dawn light. Guiltily, she craned her neck to look over at Belle. She was sprawled haphazardly across her bed with her head lolling over the edge. Drool trickled from the corner of her mouth. Definitely sleeping. Now as to the other sleeping person in the room - Brady. Chloe was still firmly ensconced in his embrace. She watched him sleep and contemplated waking him, but decided against it. Snuggling into him, she smiled as his arms tightened around her and she laid her head on his shoulder again. She remembered the nightmare, but she had no recollection of how Brady had ended up sleeping with her. He smelled so good, and his arms around her felt so right. It gave her such mixed up feelings. Lately, she'd felt so safe from the rest of the world, and yet so in jeopardy from the one providing the safety and comfort. Every crisis warranted another hug from Brady and then she'd start to feel better. Then the awareness would come. Acute awareness of his scent, his warmth, exact position of his hands on her body, and of his heartbeat, his breath on her skin, his deep, sexy voice speaking those encouraging, soothing words to her troubled heart and mind.
Did he have any clue at all of the turmoil his nearness was capable of causing her? She couldn't decide if she wanted him to or not. This man, her best friend, sometimes enemy, singing instructor, and unavoidable mirror was becoming such an important, vital part of her existence. He shared her dream that she become an opera singer. That would mean leaving him for Julliard someday to pursue it. She still wanted it, but without Brady ? Could she really live so many years away from him? No more rides in his jeep, no more heated discussions, no more BLT feasts? No more hugs, smiles, winks, or fun songs. When did Brady become such a large factor in considering the course of her life? Belle was her best friend too; in a different way of course. She'd miss Belle too, but it was totally different from the pain she knew she'd experience leaving Brady. It was inevitable though. He'd never forgive her if she gave up her dream to avoid missing him. She'd never forgive herself, either.
Would Brady even miss her? When she came back would he be married, with kids? Why did that thought hurt so intensely? Maybe she needed to start the separation from him before she got in too deep. Philip still loved her - she could go back to him. She and Brady would certainly grow distant, and she could get used to life without him again. A small voice in her soul whispered that then she'd never know what it was like. She'd never know Brady's kiss. There. She admitted it to herself. She wanted to kiss Brady. She wanted to be his girlfriend and not just his best friend, as special as that was to her. Yet a kiss could end their friendship permanently. Then again, so could taking Philip back. The thought of being so isolated and alone again like all those years as an orphan was utterly abhorrent to her now. While living that life, she had convinced herself it was how she had preferred it. Living this new life granted her the strength to recognise that she needed other people, and that she actually enjoyed the company of people who cared about her. People like Belle and Brady. Especially Brady.
Chloe lifted her head and looked into Brady's serene face.
Chloe: *whispered* I'm sorry, Brady. I didn't mean to fall in love with you.
An errant, solitary tear travelled from her eye, down her cheek and fell from her chin. She lay her head down and wrapped her arms tighter around his body.
Belle started planning how to get her brother and her best friend to admit their feelings for eachother.
Brady's heart soared with joy at Chloe's whispered words and he smiled.
Chloe drifted back to sleep in blissful ignorance of the two eavesdroppers.
A/N: Wendy co-authored portions of this installment.
by the writers and producers of NBC TV's DAYS OF OUR LIVES. It is for entertainment purposes only.
I claim no ownership of the characters.
Unguarded Moments by Fidomom
Part 2
Chloe awoke to a room gray with pre-dawn light. Guiltily, she craned her neck to look over at Belle. She was sprawled haphazardly across her bed with her head lolling over the edge. Drool trickled from the corner of her mouth. Definitely sleeping. Now as to the other sleeping person in the room - Brady. Chloe was still firmly ensconced in his embrace. She watched him sleep and contemplated waking him, but decided against it. Snuggling into him, she smiled as his arms tightened around her and she laid her head on his shoulder again. She remembered the nightmare, but she had no recollection of how Brady had ended up sleeping with her. He smelled so good, and his arms around her felt so right. It gave her such mixed up feelings. Lately, she'd felt so safe from the rest of the world, and yet so in jeopardy from the one providing the safety and comfort. Every crisis warranted another hug from Brady and then she'd start to feel better. Then the awareness would come. Acute awareness of his scent, his warmth, exact position of his hands on her body, and of his heartbeat, his breath on her skin, his deep, sexy voice speaking those encouraging, soothing words to her troubled heart and mind.
Did he have any clue at all of the turmoil his nearness was capable of causing her? She couldn't decide if she wanted him to or not. This man, her best friend, sometimes enemy, singing instructor, and unavoidable mirror was becoming such an important, vital part of her existence. He shared her dream that she become an opera singer. That would mean leaving him for Julliard someday to pursue it. She still wanted it, but without Brady ? Could she really live so many years away from him? No more rides in his jeep, no more heated discussions, no more BLT feasts? No more hugs, smiles, winks, or fun songs. When did Brady become such a large factor in considering the course of her life? Belle was her best friend too; in a different way of course. She'd miss Belle too, but it was totally different from the pain she knew she'd experience leaving Brady. It was inevitable though. He'd never forgive her if she gave up her dream to avoid missing him. She'd never forgive herself, either.
Would Brady even miss her? When she came back would he be married, with kids? Why did that thought hurt so intensely? Maybe she needed to start the separation from him before she got in too deep. Philip still loved her - she could go back to him. She and Brady would certainly grow distant, and she could get used to life without him again. A small voice in her soul whispered that then she'd never know what it was like. She'd never know Brady's kiss. There. She admitted it to herself. She wanted to kiss Brady. She wanted to be his girlfriend and not just his best friend, as special as that was to her. Yet a kiss could end their friendship permanently. Then again, so could taking Philip back. The thought of being so isolated and alone again like all those years as an orphan was utterly abhorrent to her now. While living that life, she had convinced herself it was how she had preferred it. Living this new life granted her the strength to recognise that she needed other people, and that she actually enjoyed the company of people who cared about her. People like Belle and Brady. Especially Brady.
Chloe lifted her head and looked into Brady's serene face.
Chloe: *whispered* I'm sorry, Brady. I didn't mean to fall in love with you.
An errant, solitary tear travelled from her eye, down her cheek and fell from her chin. She lay her head down and wrapped her arms tighter around his body.
Belle started planning how to get her brother and her best friend to admit their feelings for eachother.
Brady's heart soared with joy at Chloe's whispered words and he smiled.
Chloe drifted back to sleep in blissful ignorance of the two eavesdroppers.
A/N: Wendy co-authored portions of this installment.