Kiss of Desire
Author: Inanna
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Days of Our Lives. Though I wouldn't mind owning a certain few. :::wink::: Also, the poem in the story is written by: J B O'Reilly
Summary: Poor Mimi has had nothing but troubles in the ways of love. Until one day she meets somebody, who she's known for years. And they share a kiss of desire.
Couples: Mainly Brimi (just isn't enough of these fics out there :::sighs:::), some Shelle. I'll let you know of any others as the story continues.
Enjoy!
Miriam Lockhart opened the door to her apartment, and let out an exasperated sigh. She tossed her keys on the table and kicked off her shoes. It had been a long day, no correction, it had been a long year. She flopped down on the sofa and her sigh was replaced with a groan. Rubbing her temples she desperately tried to block out the day's events. But the soft sound of music interrupted her thoughts. Curious, she slowly tiptoed to her bedroom. He was standing there, in a tuxedo, his face only illuminated by the gentle glow of candles. He held a single rose and a shy, yet somehow determined smile danced upon his lips.
"Mimi," he began nervously. He stopped to take a deep breath. "Mimi, never in my life have I loved a woman as much as I love you." He walked smoothly over to her and placed the rose in her hands, gently kissing her fingertips. Attached to the stem of the flower was a poem. Mimi carefully read the delicate script.
The red rose whispers of passion
And the white rose breathes of love
O, the red rose is a falcon
And the white rose is a dove
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With flush on its petal tips
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips
When she looked up, her eyes were glistening with tears. He knelt before her, a sparkling diamond ring, set in a bed of crushed burgundy velvet, resting in his palm.
"Miriam, will you marry me?" his voice shook as he asked the simple question. She opened her lips to tell him her answer…
Wait a second! Time out! Right now you're probably a little confused. Well, let me start off with an introduction. Hello, I'm Miriam Lockhart, but you can call me Mimi or Meems. That's me being proposed to. Oh, and the guy doing the proposing? You'll find out about him later. First things first: the basics. You know my name, but not a lot about dear ol' me. I am notoriously known for having the worst love life ever. Okay, okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating just a tad. But that still doesn't change that fact that these past few years have been awful in the love department. And one day all that changed, because of one man. Which is where this story should have started. So here we go, the beginning…
Mimi seemed to be swallowed by the oversized easy chair, a crumpled up wad of tissues in her hand. She sniffled loudly, sucking back tears. "It's just not fair," she grumbled.
"I know Meems," her best friend Belle Black consoled her.
"No you don't," she stated sourly. "You have Shawn, you've always had Shawn. Who have I had?" Mimi whimpered and blew her rosy nose.
"Mimi," Belle whispered in a soothing voice as she perched on the arm of the chair. She began caressing Mimi's hair.
"It's true!" she protested. "Kevin dropped me after high school, and after him I've dated nothing but jerks. Including Mr. Hot Shot Brett Miller," a fresh batch of tears rolled down her pretty face. Brett Miller had been Mimi's boyfriend of two months before he left a message on her answering machine telling her that she wasn't worth his time, but 'Tanya Watts' certainly was. "Asshole," Mimi mumbled under her breath as Belle lovingly wiped her cheeks.
"It'll be okay sweetie," Belle reassured, wrapping the sobbing Mimi in a tight hug and dropping a tender kiss on her head.
"Why do they always dump me? What's wrong with me Belle?" Mimi glanced up at her with expectant eyes.
"Nothing is wrong with you Mimi. You are perfect! C'mon, you said yourself that all those men—using the term loosely—are complete jerks. It's them who don't deserve you Mimi," Belle said pointedly.
"I think you took the last decent guy out there Belle," Mimi sighed in frustration. Shawn Brady was more than just a descent guy. He was absolutely gorgeous, incredibly sweet, and undeniably in love with Isabella Black. Had been for years.
"You'll find somebody Meems," Belle promised.
"Why can't for once some one find me?" she questioned, with another sniffle.
"I don't know," Belle shrugged. "You sound like Brady," she giggled as she mentioned her older brother's name, never noticing the similarities between him and her friend.
"You're supposed to be cheering me up Belle," Mimi snorted.
"You two have a lot in common Meems," she said.
"Oh brother," Mimi rolled her eyes as Belle secretly grinned.