Chris slowly moved from Lita's embrace. Chris rolled and turned his back to her, staring at the wall. He felt so devoid of emotion. Empty. Chris sighed quietly. He felt Lita stir. He stiffened but he knew she was awake now. She moved to him, her hand softly running up and down his arm. "Chris?...Are you awake?" She whispered. Chris shut his eyes for a moment. "Yeah, babe. Im awake." Lita's arm went under his arm and draped over his chest. Her fingers gently touched his chest. Lita leaned in and nibbled at his ear lobe as her hand went lower. "How awake?" Her tone was playful. Chris rolled his eyes and turned to her. Chris's hand went to her back and he pushed her against him. Lita smiled slowly as Chris spoke. "*Very* awake." Chris slowly moved the satin sheet off of Lita. His eyes swept over her. She could see that carnal look in his eyes. His hand caressed the side of her face as his eyes bore into hers. He watched how her eyes changed slightly when his thumb slowly brushed over her lips. Lita gently kissed his thumb before it was replaced with his tongue, his mouth. The mere touch of him was maddening to her. And she would do anything--anything to keep him. As Chris entered her he had that familiar fleeting thought. Why couldn't he love her?
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Meanwhile, across town, Stephanie sat at a table in a swank uptown bar. She sipped at her martini and looked around. She took the olive, stabbed on a toothpick, and nibbled at it. She was trying to pay attention to Kurt but it was extremely hard. Nodding occasionally let him know she was paying attention. "...so then I twisted his ankle and he tapped--" "Hey Steph?" Stephanie turned from Chris, to Edge, who was standing at the edge of her table. "Hmmm?" Edge smiled shyly and took her hand. "I was wondering if you'd like to dance." Kurt glared lightning bolts at Edge. Her instinct said no. "Sure." What? She had Edge's hand as he was leading her to the dance floor. She said yes? The music was jazz. The soft, romantic kind of Jazz. Steph felt herself put her head against his chest as his arms encircled her. And they danced. They would dance for the next hour.
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Meanwhile, across town, Stephanie sat at a table in a swank uptown bar. She sipped at her martini and looked around. She took the olive, stabbed on a toothpick, and nibbled at it. She was trying to pay attention to Kurt but it was extremely hard. Nodding occasionally let him know she was paying attention. "...so then I twisted his ankle and he tapped--" "Hey Steph?" Stephanie turned from Chris, to Edge, who was standing at the edge of her table. "Hmmm?" Edge smiled shyly and took her hand. "I was wondering if you'd like to dance." Kurt glared lightning bolts at Edge. Her instinct said no. "Sure." What? She had Edge's hand as he was leading her to the dance floor. She said yes? The music was jazz. The soft, romantic kind of Jazz. Steph felt herself put her head against his chest as his arms encircled her. And they danced. They would dance for the next hour.