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I do not own Elizabeth, because that just shouldn't be.

I do not own dear Dorsett, that putrid, little scum.

I do not own little Kerry, 'cause that would just be dumb.

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This chapter is a little short, but necessary I thought. I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think. The reviews are very encouraging.

Chapter 6 - Oh, Elizabeth

Robert Romano lied in bed, his eyes heavy and shut craving for sleep, but his mind was not letting him. He tossed to one side and then the other. He put his arm under his pillow and then above it. He took the covers off because he was hot, then put them back on again because he was cold. He sat up and looked at the clock on the little table by his bed. It read 2:13 am. He plopped back down on the pillow with a sigh.

He gave up, opened his eyes and stared at the dark ceiling above him. He didn't know what to do and he probably wasn't going to get any sleep until he figured it out. He wanted so desperately to talk to Elizabeth about it, but after that little creep came around, he just couldn't.

He didn't think he could go through it all again; watching her go out with another guy, kiss another guy, make love to another guy, get married to another guy. Okay, he was jumping to conclusions, but it could definitely happen again in the future. Who was he kidding? She'd never seen anything in him before and she probably never would. So he might as well just get out of here and take the job in New York. Hell, it was better than what he had here. It was Chief of Staff, better pay than he ever had, better benefits, better town, better state. The list went on. What was he planning to do anyway? Live the rest of his life a hopeless romantic: Hopelessly drooling after a woman who would never want him. No, it'd be better for him to just suck it up, get over it and move on.

Robert closed his eyes again. But as he did, Elizabeth's face popped into his mind very uninvited. He sighed.

Of course, on the other hand, even if he couldn't have her, if he stayed, he could still see her everyday, talk to her, work with her. Hell, the one time he was away from her for a few months, thinking he would never see her again, look what happened. How could he leave? And was it entirely hopeless? She did tell him she didn't really like this Dorkett guy or whatever his name was. She had also been very good to him while he was trying to keep his arm. As long as there was an ounce of hope, how could he ever leave? He would just spend the rest of his life wondering what might have happened if he had stayed. Oh, maybe he would get over it and he wouldn't think about her everyday like he does now. But, he knew she would always occasionally pop into his mind forever.

He could still see Elizabeth in his mind. He dwelled his thoughts on her eyes, her hair. He thought about how beautiful her lips were when she was mad at him. He remembered the softness of her cheek. He then dreamed about the time he touched her face and played in his mind what it would have been like had she not gotten scared and left. He had wanted to kiss her in that moment so badly. He'd cup his hand to fill the entirety of her face then lean over and kiss her gently. He imagined her not backing off, but inviting him to kiss her. The kisses growing stronger. She would start kissing him and just become completely lost in the pleasure of it.

His mind then jumped to imagining her there with him right now. He frequently had this fantasy of her: the thought of her naked with him in his bed. All he had to do was close his eyes and he could practically feel her warmth next to him. He could almost smell her beauty. Again, he was kissing her, holding her as tight as humanly possible...with both arms. He'd touch her face, her neck, her back; then her stomach, hips and breasts. He dreamt so longingly of her beautiful body next to his; his being able to kiss her as much as he wanted all night long. He always envisioned kissing her hard and deep in her mouth, the room getting hotter and hotter. Then he'd move to nibble her cheek and earlobe; then sliding his tongue down to the base of her neck and most of all he liked picturing her enjoying him. He'd then move down to kiss her shoulders and neck...then her breasts. Down he would still go to explore her stomach and waist and on down still---

He opened his eyes suddenly. Okay, that was enough for one night. He knew he'd probably think about her all over again tomorrow night, anyway. He glanced at the clock again. This time it read almost 3:00.

"Oh, Elizabeth." he sighed out loud into the darkness. What was he to do? Alright, he had to get some sleep before work. Maybe he should still talk to her about it. Nobody knew, yet. She would be the first. Yeah, that's what to do. I'll give her one more chance. I'll ask her what she thinks I should do. If she says she wants me to stay, I will. But if not, I'll go. He knew what she'd say, though. He could hear her now telling him he should do what he feels is best. She was good at avoiding things.

That was going to be it, though. Tomorrow. That's what he would do. Good. That decision settled. He could hopefully get to sleep now. He tried again closing his eyes and, of course, Elizabeth popped in there again. But this time, he forced his mind to just dwell upon her face as he finally dropped off to sleep dreaming of her.