How ever did we fall in love? - Amy and Robert
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By: Silver MoonAngel - silver_moonangel@yahoo.com
Webpage:
AUTHOR'S NOTES
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This is Amy and Robert's date! I can't wait to see what happens...
Wait! I know what happens!
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CHAPTER THREE
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Robert
**********
Tonight Robert's quest would begin, the quest for Amy's heart. He
knew a great part of it already belonged to Greg and that he wanted
to capture it for himself. He had wanted it for millennia upon
millennia. Tonight she would be his and his alone.
Robert dressed with care. He brushed his hair until it gleamed,
shaved, and dressed in his best black tuxedo, complete with an aqua
bow tie and cummerbund. He flicked his right wrist and an aqua rose
appeared in his hand, one of his many talents from his life during
the Silver Millennium. He asked a favor of Michelle and Amara. They
were going to play the violin and piano for tonight's festivities.
Robert jumped into his car and drove to Amy's house. He pulled into
Amy's driveway and got out of his car. Walking slowly toward the
house, Robert tried to coach himself to be prepared for Amy's
beauty. He rang the doorbell. Somewhere inside, Amy yelled,
"Coming!" A few moments later, a breathless Amy opened the door.
"Sorry, I'm not quite ready yet. Give me a few moments." Amy said as
she ushered Robert into her living room.
Robert sat down on her couch and looked around him. The living room
was sparse, but homey. There were a few paintings, two that he
*knew* were done by Michelle, and a few pictures of Amy with
different girls. There was a big group photo that had Amy, Michelle,
Amara, two blondes, three with black hair, and a brunette. "Amy,"
Robert called, "who are the girls in the group photo?"
From the bathroom Amy called out, "The blonde with the odangos is
Serena, the blonde with *short* hair is Amara, and the other blonde
is Mina. The one wearing the priestess robes is Raye, the one
holding the violin is Michelle, and the one with the short black
hair is Hotaru. The one with the *long* black hair is Trista, and
the tall brunette is Lita."
How did people with different interests as varying as these girls
ever become friends? Robert thought to himself. "Are you almost
ready?" Robert asked, standing up and walking toward the bathroom.
"Ready!" Amy called as she burst through the door and ran smack into
Robert's chest.
One to savor the moment, Robert dipped his head down and smelled her
hair. At the same time, Amy looked up to apologize, causing their
lips to meet. For a brief moment, they felt the world set right.
Being the first to back away, Robert put an arm around Amy's
shoulder and led her out the door. "Are you hungry?" Robert asked as
he opened the door to his car for Amy.
"Famished." Amy said, smiling gently up at him.
"Good, I'm taking you to where we're going to eat on the roof."
Robert said as he put the car in gear. He pulled up in front of his
apartment building. "Here we are." Robert said opening Amy's door.
"Are you serious?" Amy asked with wonder and skepticism in her
voice.
"Deadly." Robert said as he took her arm and led her into the
elevator. "I intend to make you like me."
Mumbling under her breath, Amy said, "That should be the least of
your problems." Seeing Robert's raised eyebrows, Amy graciously
turned away.
Cupping her chin, Robert turned her toward him, said, "You are a
delight," and kissed her softly on the lips.
Amy sighed and collapsed against him. That was how they were
discovered when the doors opened to reveal Amara and Michelle
playing a soft melody.
**********
Amy
**********
The second kiss they had shared that evening totally undid her. The
only thing Robert was kissing was her lips when Amy tried to pull
away. He just pulled her closer and coaxed her to part her lips,
gently slipping his tongue inside. Amy responded to the gentle
invasion by pulling him tighter. In the back of her mind, a little
voice said, You really ought to stop this.
Slowly easing away, Amy led Robert to the table. Although there was
a table between them now, it was taking all of Amy's will not to
jump over the table and kiss him.
Slowly easing away, Amy led Robert to the table. Although there was
a table between them now, it was taking all of Amy's will not to
jump over the table and kiss him.
"I just might have to write a book about this moment." Amy heard
Robert mutter.
Pretending she didn't hear him, Amy asked, "What's for dinner?"
Lifting her eyes from her lap, Amy saw Robert staring at her
hungrily. "Don't do that!" Amy whispered sharply.
"Okay," Robert said, reluctantly turning his gaze away and gaining
control over his emotions. "We're having spaghetti. Do you mind?"
Taking a sip of whatever was in her glass, Amy answered, "Not at
all. It's one of my favorites." Amy stared across the table at
Robert. How could a man like him ever see anything in her?
Obviously, even Greg had a problem staying with her.
"Stop it." Robert said in a low growl. "Quit thinking about him and
how you 'failed' him. He didn't deserve you." Robert pushed his
chair over violently and pulled Amy from hers. "I'll make you forget
him if it's the last thing I do." Robert said before he crushed
Amy's lips beneath his. This wasn't anything like the two kisses
before. This one was open and wet. Robert's tongue darted in and out
of Amy's mouth, opening her to sensations she had never felt before.
Amy moaned in Robert's mouth as she collapsed into him. Her head
swam, trying to place how familiar this was. Maybe something from
the Silver Millennium...
Robert broke away, leaving Amy pressing up against him, wondering
what had happened. "I'm sorry, Amy." Robert said, putting her head
under his chin and began stroking her hair. Dipping his head, he
whispered into Amy's ear, "I just wanted to let you know how much I
want you. But I'm willing to let you wait. I'll give you time to
make up your mind." Robert finished, pulling Amy up and planting a
kiss on her forehead.
Amy pushed her hands against Robert's chest, and said, "At least you
understand me." Giving him a peck on the lips, and pulling away
before he could turn it into anything more, Amy said, "Where's the
spaghetti you promised?"
**********
The rest of the night passed without much notice. Every once and a
while, Robert would try to kiss Amy, but she would make sure her
mouth was occupied. At the end of the night, as Robert was taking
her home, Amy said, "I really enjoyed myself." Laying her left hand
on his right, she finished, "I'd like to see you again."
Robert grinned wolfishly as he answered, "I'll make sure to repeat
the experience soon."
With one last kiss, Amy shut the door softly behind her. Oh to fall
so quickly...
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By: Silver MoonAngel - silver_moonangel@yahoo.com
Webpage:
AUTHOR'S NOTES
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
This is Amy and Robert's date! I can't wait to see what happens...
Wait! I know what happens!
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
CHAPTER THREE
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
**********
Robert
**********
Tonight Robert's quest would begin, the quest for Amy's heart. He
knew a great part of it already belonged to Greg and that he wanted
to capture it for himself. He had wanted it for millennia upon
millennia. Tonight she would be his and his alone.
Robert dressed with care. He brushed his hair until it gleamed,
shaved, and dressed in his best black tuxedo, complete with an aqua
bow tie and cummerbund. He flicked his right wrist and an aqua rose
appeared in his hand, one of his many talents from his life during
the Silver Millennium. He asked a favor of Michelle and Amara. They
were going to play the violin and piano for tonight's festivities.
Robert jumped into his car and drove to Amy's house. He pulled into
Amy's driveway and got out of his car. Walking slowly toward the
house, Robert tried to coach himself to be prepared for Amy's
beauty. He rang the doorbell. Somewhere inside, Amy yelled,
"Coming!" A few moments later, a breathless Amy opened the door.
"Sorry, I'm not quite ready yet. Give me a few moments." Amy said as
she ushered Robert into her living room.
Robert sat down on her couch and looked around him. The living room
was sparse, but homey. There were a few paintings, two that he
*knew* were done by Michelle, and a few pictures of Amy with
different girls. There was a big group photo that had Amy, Michelle,
Amara, two blondes, three with black hair, and a brunette. "Amy,"
Robert called, "who are the girls in the group photo?"
From the bathroom Amy called out, "The blonde with the odangos is
Serena, the blonde with *short* hair is Amara, and the other blonde
is Mina. The one wearing the priestess robes is Raye, the one
holding the violin is Michelle, and the one with the short black
hair is Hotaru. The one with the *long* black hair is Trista, and
the tall brunette is Lita."
How did people with different interests as varying as these girls
ever become friends? Robert thought to himself. "Are you almost
ready?" Robert asked, standing up and walking toward the bathroom.
"Ready!" Amy called as she burst through the door and ran smack into
Robert's chest.
One to savor the moment, Robert dipped his head down and smelled her
hair. At the same time, Amy looked up to apologize, causing their
lips to meet. For a brief moment, they felt the world set right.
Being the first to back away, Robert put an arm around Amy's
shoulder and led her out the door. "Are you hungry?" Robert asked as
he opened the door to his car for Amy.
"Famished." Amy said, smiling gently up at him.
"Good, I'm taking you to where we're going to eat on the roof."
Robert said as he put the car in gear. He pulled up in front of his
apartment building. "Here we are." Robert said opening Amy's door.
"Are you serious?" Amy asked with wonder and skepticism in her
voice.
"Deadly." Robert said as he took her arm and led her into the
elevator. "I intend to make you like me."
Mumbling under her breath, Amy said, "That should be the least of
your problems." Seeing Robert's raised eyebrows, Amy graciously
turned away.
Cupping her chin, Robert turned her toward him, said, "You are a
delight," and kissed her softly on the lips.
Amy sighed and collapsed against him. That was how they were
discovered when the doors opened to reveal Amara and Michelle
playing a soft melody.
**********
Amy
**********
The second kiss they had shared that evening totally undid her. The
only thing Robert was kissing was her lips when Amy tried to pull
away. He just pulled her closer and coaxed her to part her lips,
gently slipping his tongue inside. Amy responded to the gentle
invasion by pulling him tighter. In the back of her mind, a little
voice said, You really ought to stop this.
Slowly easing away, Amy led Robert to the table. Although there was
a table between them now, it was taking all of Amy's will not to
jump over the table and kiss him.
Slowly easing away, Amy led Robert to the table. Although there was
a table between them now, it was taking all of Amy's will not to
jump over the table and kiss him.
"I just might have to write a book about this moment." Amy heard
Robert mutter.
Pretending she didn't hear him, Amy asked, "What's for dinner?"
Lifting her eyes from her lap, Amy saw Robert staring at her
hungrily. "Don't do that!" Amy whispered sharply.
"Okay," Robert said, reluctantly turning his gaze away and gaining
control over his emotions. "We're having spaghetti. Do you mind?"
Taking a sip of whatever was in her glass, Amy answered, "Not at
all. It's one of my favorites." Amy stared across the table at
Robert. How could a man like him ever see anything in her?
Obviously, even Greg had a problem staying with her.
"Stop it." Robert said in a low growl. "Quit thinking about him and
how you 'failed' him. He didn't deserve you." Robert pushed his
chair over violently and pulled Amy from hers. "I'll make you forget
him if it's the last thing I do." Robert said before he crushed
Amy's lips beneath his. This wasn't anything like the two kisses
before. This one was open and wet. Robert's tongue darted in and out
of Amy's mouth, opening her to sensations she had never felt before.
Amy moaned in Robert's mouth as she collapsed into him. Her head
swam, trying to place how familiar this was. Maybe something from
the Silver Millennium...
Robert broke away, leaving Amy pressing up against him, wondering
what had happened. "I'm sorry, Amy." Robert said, putting her head
under his chin and began stroking her hair. Dipping his head, he
whispered into Amy's ear, "I just wanted to let you know how much I
want you. But I'm willing to let you wait. I'll give you time to
make up your mind." Robert finished, pulling Amy up and planting a
kiss on her forehead.
Amy pushed her hands against Robert's chest, and said, "At least you
understand me." Giving him a peck on the lips, and pulling away
before he could turn it into anything more, Amy said, "Where's the
spaghetti you promised?"
**********
The rest of the night passed without much notice. Every once and a
while, Robert would try to kiss Amy, but she would make sure her
mouth was occupied. At the end of the night, as Robert was taking
her home, Amy said, "I really enjoyed myself." Laying her left hand
on his right, she finished, "I'd like to see you again."
Robert grinned wolfishly as he answered, "I'll make sure to repeat
the experience soon."
With one last kiss, Amy shut the door softly behind her. Oh to fall
so quickly...
