As the elevator climbed the floors of Frasier's apartment building, the memories of the events three months ago flooded back. As they had every minute of every day since I found out I was pregnant.
bLevel 3/B
iI walked into the lobby of the Madison Hotel in Chicago ready to sign in to the APA seminar, when I spotted him.
"Frasier?"
His broad shoulders turned to face me. "Lilith?!" He hugged me hello. "What are you doing here?"
"Same as you I imagine. The seminar?"
"Yes, of course. Um, do you know what room you'll be staying in?"
I looked down at my registration sheet. "Uh, room 208."
"Oh, that's on the floor just below me." /i
bLevel 4/b
i"Can you believe that DR Philips?" Frasier chuckled deeply as we shared a drink at the hotel bar, after a long day of lectures.
"I know! How did her ever get a PhD?"
"I'll be damned if I know." Frasier flashed that amazing smile of his. "Another drink?"
"Frasier, I don't know, it's late."
"Awe, please." He knew I could never resist those azure puppy eyes.
"Okay."/i
bLevel 5/b
iAs we prepared to leave the bar after a few too many scotches, I found that my legs wouldn't do what I told them to and I felt to the ground, taking the barstool with me.
All I remember is laughing hysterically, my hair falling over face-as I had taken it down a few moments earlier, and Frasier stumbling to help me up. It must've taken the bartender a good fifteen minutes to stop the two of us giggling in our severely inebriated state, and finally get us out of the bar. /i
bLevel 6/b
iWe stumbled our way onto the elevator as I leaned my uncooperative body against Frasiers. I felt his eyes wander down towards me and I returned his loving-if somewhat drunken, gaze.
The elevator stopped on Frasier's floor as he silently took my hand and led me towards his room. Slightly hazy and still inebriated I looked into his deep blue eyes and he shot me a reassuring glance.
Frasier pulled an old steel room key out of his pocket. While this hotel had all the modern essentials, they still hadn't worked their way up to key-cards.
Finding it hard to locate the keyhole in his drunken state, Frasier bent over so that his face was almost touching the wooden doorframe. I couldn't help but laugh as he continued to chase to lock with the old key.
"I'd like to see you do better." He whispered challengingly.
I took the key from his hand, studied the lock in order to clear my vision, then the steel lock clicked as the key made contact on the first attempt.
I smiled triumphantly at Frasier as he eyed me in disbelief before pulling me to him. His soft warm lips covered mine as I fell into the gorgeous scent of his cologne.
I struggled with the buttons on his shirt as he closed the door behind us. /i
bLevel 7/b
iI awoke to the sound of an owl outside the window, and found myself in Frasier's arms.
I reluctantly parted with the feel of his smooth warm skin against mine as I rolled over to face the digital alarm clock on his dresser.
b3:15 am/b
While I'd like to believe that night changed things between Frasier and I, I knew that tomorrow morning we would decide it was all a mistake and that we should put it behind us, like so many times this had happened before. After all, I was married to Brian. I never imagined that I would cheat on him. But then again, I never imagined I'd cheat on Frasier some three years before.
I don't think I could've taken another morning waking up with Frasier, pretending it was fine to go back to our separate lives and never speak of it again.
I collected up my various items of clothing and after a ten minute search for my stockings, I lightly kissed a still slumbering Frasier and watched him smile in his sleep, before I quietly exited his room as the door clicked shut behind me. /i
*Ding! *
bLevel 8/b
The elevator doors opened and I stepped out into the hallway. How was I going to break this to Frasier? He was obviously too drunk to remember that night as he never even brought up the fact that I left the seminar the next day without even saying goodbye.
I took a deep breath, exhaled and knocked on Frasier's door.
bLevel 3/B
iI walked into the lobby of the Madison Hotel in Chicago ready to sign in to the APA seminar, when I spotted him.
"Frasier?"
His broad shoulders turned to face me. "Lilith?!" He hugged me hello. "What are you doing here?"
"Same as you I imagine. The seminar?"
"Yes, of course. Um, do you know what room you'll be staying in?"
I looked down at my registration sheet. "Uh, room 208."
"Oh, that's on the floor just below me." /i
bLevel 4/b
i"Can you believe that DR Philips?" Frasier chuckled deeply as we shared a drink at the hotel bar, after a long day of lectures.
"I know! How did her ever get a PhD?"
"I'll be damned if I know." Frasier flashed that amazing smile of his. "Another drink?"
"Frasier, I don't know, it's late."
"Awe, please." He knew I could never resist those azure puppy eyes.
"Okay."/i
bLevel 5/b
iAs we prepared to leave the bar after a few too many scotches, I found that my legs wouldn't do what I told them to and I felt to the ground, taking the barstool with me.
All I remember is laughing hysterically, my hair falling over face-as I had taken it down a few moments earlier, and Frasier stumbling to help me up. It must've taken the bartender a good fifteen minutes to stop the two of us giggling in our severely inebriated state, and finally get us out of the bar. /i
bLevel 6/b
iWe stumbled our way onto the elevator as I leaned my uncooperative body against Frasiers. I felt his eyes wander down towards me and I returned his loving-if somewhat drunken, gaze.
The elevator stopped on Frasier's floor as he silently took my hand and led me towards his room. Slightly hazy and still inebriated I looked into his deep blue eyes and he shot me a reassuring glance.
Frasier pulled an old steel room key out of his pocket. While this hotel had all the modern essentials, they still hadn't worked their way up to key-cards.
Finding it hard to locate the keyhole in his drunken state, Frasier bent over so that his face was almost touching the wooden doorframe. I couldn't help but laugh as he continued to chase to lock with the old key.
"I'd like to see you do better." He whispered challengingly.
I took the key from his hand, studied the lock in order to clear my vision, then the steel lock clicked as the key made contact on the first attempt.
I smiled triumphantly at Frasier as he eyed me in disbelief before pulling me to him. His soft warm lips covered mine as I fell into the gorgeous scent of his cologne.
I struggled with the buttons on his shirt as he closed the door behind us. /i
bLevel 7/b
iI awoke to the sound of an owl outside the window, and found myself in Frasier's arms.
I reluctantly parted with the feel of his smooth warm skin against mine as I rolled over to face the digital alarm clock on his dresser.
b3:15 am/b
While I'd like to believe that night changed things between Frasier and I, I knew that tomorrow morning we would decide it was all a mistake and that we should put it behind us, like so many times this had happened before. After all, I was married to Brian. I never imagined that I would cheat on him. But then again, I never imagined I'd cheat on Frasier some three years before.
I don't think I could've taken another morning waking up with Frasier, pretending it was fine to go back to our separate lives and never speak of it again.
I collected up my various items of clothing and after a ten minute search for my stockings, I lightly kissed a still slumbering Frasier and watched him smile in his sleep, before I quietly exited his room as the door clicked shut behind me. /i
*Ding! *
bLevel 8/b
The elevator doors opened and I stepped out into the hallway. How was I going to break this to Frasier? He was obviously too drunk to remember that night as he never even brought up the fact that I left the seminar the next day without even saying goodbye.
I took a deep breath, exhaled and knocked on Frasier's door.