Move With Me Slowly
"I'm lost in imagination I still contemplate animation I just groove on your breathing I do it all for you
You got a problem with your boyfriend He don't squeeze you right He's got you face down, waiting baby He'll keep you waiting all night So do me a favor and won't ya,
Move with me slowly Get too close to me Won't ya Move with me slowly Just like we're meant to be Just like we're meant to be
Hey, sad sister you're dreamin' You've got stars in your eyes A little conscious behavior Is gonna cut you down to size So won't ya,
Move with me slowly Get too close to me Won't ya Move with me slowly Just like we're meant to be Just like we're meant to be Just like we're meant to be
You hear me knockin So let me in When your blood runs cold And your love wears thin It's over passion It's under your skin Love ain't a miracle and It sure ain't a sin So let me in
Move with me slowly Get too close to me Won't ya Move with me slowly Just like we're meant to be Just like we're meant to be Just like we're meant to be
Take me to the city Take me on my knees Take me anyway you find me baby I've got this love disease And there ain't nothing I can do
Move with me slowly Get too close to me Won't ya Move with me slowly Just like we're meant to be Just like we're meant to be Just like we're meant to be* (Move with Me Slowly, Def Leppard)
Chapter One *
Dulles was uncharacteristically quiet seeing as how it wasn't much past 22:00 on a Friday night. 'At least you won't have to wait in line' Monica thought to herself as she placed her seabag on the platform for the airline attendant to tag it. After thoroughly checking ID and confirming that she hadn't taken any items from strangers, the gentleman smiled as he directed her towards her departure gate. Moni had arrived an hour prior to boarding so she leisurely made her way down the concourse. Rotating the ditty bag and portfolio with her leave papers to the other arm, she entered one of the newsstands. She wasn't looking forward to just sitting at the gate and people watching. Giving the magazine rack a once over, she mumbled inwardly about the lack of material sparking her interest. It was going to be a miserable wait until they started calling rows for seating. Her brain was working a mile a minute- apprehensive over what this coming weekend had in store. She was on leave, but still dressed in a crisp, squared away set of service charlies. Hey, it might not have been the most comfortable way to travel, but it rated a discount and she wasn't about to turn that down. Her intended destination was Minneapolis. The man she'd been involved with was there on leave prior to reporting to a new command, in Japan. Recently things had taken a new twist between them, and his orders left them with a decision to make. Would he ask her to wait for him, or was he going to break the whole thing off? Honestly, he wasn't the greatest communicator when it came to his true emotions. He'd left her guessing more than she cared to admit. Monica knew what she wanted, but for some reason, she already realized it wasn't what he did. Sitting in the boarding area, she observed an elderly couple holding hands and taking in all the activity before them. To their right, there was a young teenage girl and guy whispering back and forth. She really didn't need to see this right now. Turning left she saw another young couple, obviously excited over an impending new addition to their family. 'Shit' she groaned as a pang of jealousy wound its way through her heart.
Adam and Jason walked into the lobby thankful that it was practically empty and serene. They paused briefly to decide where to sit until being summoned for first class seating. Dropping their carry on bags with a thud, they lowered themselves into chairs and scanned the gate's other occupants. Jason noticed the young expectant couple and immediately reached for his cell phone to call his fiancé. Still scanning, Adam's gaze settled on a young woman in uniform, alone, not too far from them. She appeared lost, deep in thought-not an enjoyable one at that by the expression on her face. He was instantly curious. Why? He had no clue, something just struck him as different about her. Since his fiancé had gotten sick of his crap and called it off, he hadn't really paid much attention to the fairer sex- seeing as how that was what got him in trouble in the first place. His inner musings were interrupted by another traveler asking for the time. Upon obliging the man with the information, he turned his head and gazed out the window at the plane that would soon transport them to Minneapolis for a set of shows there and St Paul. Without warning a couple of young women spotted the two men and squealing in excitement, rushed over to ask for an autograph. Jason, having just barely ended his conversation was beginning to sign his name when Adam looked up and noticed the uniformed woman looking at them in disbelief. Adam wasn't sure if that meant she too had recognized them or if she had just been jarred out of her reverie by the commotion. Momentarily, his eyes met hers, the most unbelievable shade of blue. Noticing that she didn't have his undivided attention, one of the fans stepped into his line of sight, cutting off the connection from across the lobby.
Monica sat there with her heart beating a mile a minute. First the noise had annoyed her, reminding her that she'd been unaware of her surroundings for some time now. Then it amused her, she remembered being excited when she was younger and had met her favorite celebrity. But when she turned and made eye contact with one of them, Monica was thrown. Despite his height and the long blond hair, he resembled the man she was sitting here stressing over. They had the same facial features, the same beautiful eyes. She felt like she was looking at the love of her life in someone else's form. She couldn't turn away, so one of the fans solved the problem for her.
Adam was barely comprehending the scene before him, but hoping it would be over soon. When the fans departed, his attention was again drawn to the woman across from him. She had turned back to the front permitting him to observe her more freely. Her hair was brown- he guessed-not sure as it was pulled back into a tight, slick looking braid. There were no wisps hanging about to indicate a particular shade. He could only guess at its length, but he knew it was curly, he could see the waviness from here. Her brow was furrowed in concentration as she read. She wore light hued make up complimenting her fair skin tone and displayed no jewelry except for a watch and some tiny gold earrings. In fluid like motions she reached down, pulled a pen from her bag and began to make notes in the margins of the book. He studied her uniform. He wasn't 100% sure what it was, but didn't want to ask Jason-Jay would start giving him shit for checking her out. She had green trousers on and a khaki short sleeve shirt with green symbols on her sleeve. He couldn't see the front, but assumed there were some little ribbons or something there, neatly placed, of course.
Interrupting Adam's evaluation was the sound of the first boarding call. Adam and Jason grabbed their bags and headed toward the entrance ramp. Adam knew he'd see her when she had to walk past first class to get to her seat. They stored their carry ons in the compartment over head as the stewardess came by to see if they required assistance. The coach passengers began to file on and Adam was barely listening to Jay as he was anticipating her arrival. After some time had passed and she still hadn't appeared, Adam wondered if he had wrongly assumed she was on the same flight. As if on cue with his thoughts, she rounded the corner by the cockpit door. She looked down at Adam briefly and noticed him looking at her dead on. Adam was rewarded with a tiny smile. He was about to say Hi, but she had effortlessly moved past him. Adam let out a sigh so loud that Jason couldn't help but comment, "Hey man, what was that all about?" "Nothing. It was just a tension release." Jay turned his attention back out the window, studying the ground crew scrambling around with last minute preparations. Adam wanted to turn around and see where she was, but didn't want to look obvious. Instead he opted for the old, 'making a trip to the rest room' act.
When he stood up, and turned into the aisle, he was surprised to find her still standing and so close. She couldn't have been more than 5'4 and she was petite, maybe 125 lbs at the most. She'd just finished putting her bag overhead as he made his way down the aisle. He turned sideways to slide by behind her and said, "Excuse me." She obliged and stepped forward into the row. On his way back to his seat, Adam saw that she was in the second row to his right and once again engrossed in the same book, so instead of stopping, he rejoined Jay. Talking with Jay about the upcoming matches, he still couldn't get her off his mind. He had inhaled a whiff of her perfume when he inched his way behind her on the way to the bathroom. She smelled good. He'd wait until the captain had turned off the seatbelt sign and see if he could muster up the guts to go and talk to her.
"I'm lost in imagination I still contemplate animation I just groove on your breathing I do it all for you
You got a problem with your boyfriend He don't squeeze you right He's got you face down, waiting baby He'll keep you waiting all night So do me a favor and won't ya,
Move with me slowly Get too close to me Won't ya Move with me slowly Just like we're meant to be Just like we're meant to be
Hey, sad sister you're dreamin' You've got stars in your eyes A little conscious behavior Is gonna cut you down to size So won't ya,
Move with me slowly Get too close to me Won't ya Move with me slowly Just like we're meant to be Just like we're meant to be Just like we're meant to be
You hear me knockin So let me in When your blood runs cold And your love wears thin It's over passion It's under your skin Love ain't a miracle and It sure ain't a sin So let me in
Move with me slowly Get too close to me Won't ya Move with me slowly Just like we're meant to be Just like we're meant to be Just like we're meant to be
Take me to the city Take me on my knees Take me anyway you find me baby I've got this love disease And there ain't nothing I can do
Move with me slowly Get too close to me Won't ya Move with me slowly Just like we're meant to be Just like we're meant to be Just like we're meant to be* (Move with Me Slowly, Def Leppard)
Chapter One *
Dulles was uncharacteristically quiet seeing as how it wasn't much past 22:00 on a Friday night. 'At least you won't have to wait in line' Monica thought to herself as she placed her seabag on the platform for the airline attendant to tag it. After thoroughly checking ID and confirming that she hadn't taken any items from strangers, the gentleman smiled as he directed her towards her departure gate. Moni had arrived an hour prior to boarding so she leisurely made her way down the concourse. Rotating the ditty bag and portfolio with her leave papers to the other arm, she entered one of the newsstands. She wasn't looking forward to just sitting at the gate and people watching. Giving the magazine rack a once over, she mumbled inwardly about the lack of material sparking her interest. It was going to be a miserable wait until they started calling rows for seating. Her brain was working a mile a minute- apprehensive over what this coming weekend had in store. She was on leave, but still dressed in a crisp, squared away set of service charlies. Hey, it might not have been the most comfortable way to travel, but it rated a discount and she wasn't about to turn that down. Her intended destination was Minneapolis. The man she'd been involved with was there on leave prior to reporting to a new command, in Japan. Recently things had taken a new twist between them, and his orders left them with a decision to make. Would he ask her to wait for him, or was he going to break the whole thing off? Honestly, he wasn't the greatest communicator when it came to his true emotions. He'd left her guessing more than she cared to admit. Monica knew what she wanted, but for some reason, she already realized it wasn't what he did. Sitting in the boarding area, she observed an elderly couple holding hands and taking in all the activity before them. To their right, there was a young teenage girl and guy whispering back and forth. She really didn't need to see this right now. Turning left she saw another young couple, obviously excited over an impending new addition to their family. 'Shit' she groaned as a pang of jealousy wound its way through her heart.
Adam and Jason walked into the lobby thankful that it was practically empty and serene. They paused briefly to decide where to sit until being summoned for first class seating. Dropping their carry on bags with a thud, they lowered themselves into chairs and scanned the gate's other occupants. Jason noticed the young expectant couple and immediately reached for his cell phone to call his fiancé. Still scanning, Adam's gaze settled on a young woman in uniform, alone, not too far from them. She appeared lost, deep in thought-not an enjoyable one at that by the expression on her face. He was instantly curious. Why? He had no clue, something just struck him as different about her. Since his fiancé had gotten sick of his crap and called it off, he hadn't really paid much attention to the fairer sex- seeing as how that was what got him in trouble in the first place. His inner musings were interrupted by another traveler asking for the time. Upon obliging the man with the information, he turned his head and gazed out the window at the plane that would soon transport them to Minneapolis for a set of shows there and St Paul. Without warning a couple of young women spotted the two men and squealing in excitement, rushed over to ask for an autograph. Jason, having just barely ended his conversation was beginning to sign his name when Adam looked up and noticed the uniformed woman looking at them in disbelief. Adam wasn't sure if that meant she too had recognized them or if she had just been jarred out of her reverie by the commotion. Momentarily, his eyes met hers, the most unbelievable shade of blue. Noticing that she didn't have his undivided attention, one of the fans stepped into his line of sight, cutting off the connection from across the lobby.
Monica sat there with her heart beating a mile a minute. First the noise had annoyed her, reminding her that she'd been unaware of her surroundings for some time now. Then it amused her, she remembered being excited when she was younger and had met her favorite celebrity. But when she turned and made eye contact with one of them, Monica was thrown. Despite his height and the long blond hair, he resembled the man she was sitting here stressing over. They had the same facial features, the same beautiful eyes. She felt like she was looking at the love of her life in someone else's form. She couldn't turn away, so one of the fans solved the problem for her.
Adam was barely comprehending the scene before him, but hoping it would be over soon. When the fans departed, his attention was again drawn to the woman across from him. She had turned back to the front permitting him to observe her more freely. Her hair was brown- he guessed-not sure as it was pulled back into a tight, slick looking braid. There were no wisps hanging about to indicate a particular shade. He could only guess at its length, but he knew it was curly, he could see the waviness from here. Her brow was furrowed in concentration as she read. She wore light hued make up complimenting her fair skin tone and displayed no jewelry except for a watch and some tiny gold earrings. In fluid like motions she reached down, pulled a pen from her bag and began to make notes in the margins of the book. He studied her uniform. He wasn't 100% sure what it was, but didn't want to ask Jason-Jay would start giving him shit for checking her out. She had green trousers on and a khaki short sleeve shirt with green symbols on her sleeve. He couldn't see the front, but assumed there were some little ribbons or something there, neatly placed, of course.
Interrupting Adam's evaluation was the sound of the first boarding call. Adam and Jason grabbed their bags and headed toward the entrance ramp. Adam knew he'd see her when she had to walk past first class to get to her seat. They stored their carry ons in the compartment over head as the stewardess came by to see if they required assistance. The coach passengers began to file on and Adam was barely listening to Jay as he was anticipating her arrival. After some time had passed and she still hadn't appeared, Adam wondered if he had wrongly assumed she was on the same flight. As if on cue with his thoughts, she rounded the corner by the cockpit door. She looked down at Adam briefly and noticed him looking at her dead on. Adam was rewarded with a tiny smile. He was about to say Hi, but she had effortlessly moved past him. Adam let out a sigh so loud that Jason couldn't help but comment, "Hey man, what was that all about?" "Nothing. It was just a tension release." Jay turned his attention back out the window, studying the ground crew scrambling around with last minute preparations. Adam wanted to turn around and see where she was, but didn't want to look obvious. Instead he opted for the old, 'making a trip to the rest room' act.
When he stood up, and turned into the aisle, he was surprised to find her still standing and so close. She couldn't have been more than 5'4 and she was petite, maybe 125 lbs at the most. She'd just finished putting her bag overhead as he made his way down the aisle. He turned sideways to slide by behind her and said, "Excuse me." She obliged and stepped forward into the row. On his way back to his seat, Adam saw that she was in the second row to his right and once again engrossed in the same book, so instead of stopping, he rejoined Jay. Talking with Jay about the upcoming matches, he still couldn't get her off his mind. He had inhaled a whiff of her perfume when he inched his way behind her on the way to the bathroom. She smelled good. He'd wait until the captain had turned off the seatbelt sign and see if he could muster up the guts to go and talk to her.