This fic isn't really based on anything by VC Andrews, but there are
some ideas that I got from reading her books, so here goes. Please R & R
with any ideas or comments of any kind. Thanks
The cool, refreshing breeze greeted my body as the dry sand crunched beneath my feet. Waves crashed onto the shore an the wind carried the ocean spray to me. I walked as close to the edge of the water as I could get without getting wet and sat, facing out into the ocean. The sun had not come up yet, but soon it would be rising.
Lost in all of the beauty of the world, as bright colors of orange and pink began to play along the horizon, I did not hear my husband, Andrew, approach. I didn't know he was standing beside me until he lightly placed his hand on my shoulder.
Still taking in the beauty of the rising sun, I lifted my hand to his and held it. The warmth of his skin from the house heated my cool fingers. I grabbed Andrew's hand then and gently pulled him down to me. He sat without a sound and wrapped his arms around me.
The sun had finally risen and I should have been going inside to start the day, but I didn't want to. Andrew sensed my hesitation and tilted my head toward his. he lifted my chin until our lips met in a soft kiss. Although this was what I wanted, I knew it couldn't happen. I made some sort of grumbling noise and lightly shoved him away.
I looked into his eyes to see a childish light this is not often seen. It saddened me to have to take away his joy, but I knew that I must.
"Sorry, Dear. I have to go to work today," I whispered in his ear as I playfully ran back up to the house, my white silk robe flying like a cape behind me.
Andrew's about six feet tall with wonderful features. He has high cheek bones and feminine, almond shaped brown eyes. His sandy blonde hair is about average length for a male and messy in a sexy way. his skin is a light olive color and he has nice, toned muscles that are slightly larger than what I prefer, but sexy all the same.
I've been married to Andrew for about three years and I've known him for seven. We got married just when I got out of high school, two weeks before college and three days after I turned eighteen. At the time, he was twenty and now he's twenty-three and I'm twenty-one.
"Elaine Marie!" Andrew chimed as he walked in the back door.
Elaine Marie Houston, my name for eighteen years. Now I am Elaine Marie Whitehurst. I have wavy, sandy brown hair that stops just below my shoulders. I have a small nose and green eyes. I'm only five feet and two inches tall and I weigh a hundred pounds. I guess I'm pretty, because I'm a model. I've modeled parts of my body, bu never in full nude. And never my lower private regions.
"I'm not here!" I called as I closed the bathroom dor and started the shower. I heard Andrew come to the door as I got into the shower. "Don't you have to get ready for work or something?" I asked in mock annoyance. I heard him whimper like a puppy and then come into the bathroom.
"Don't you love me anymore?" He asked in a hurt, childish voice.
I smiled to myself. "Orcourse not! Why would I love you?" He sniffled.
"Well... okay then. I guess--I guess I'll just leave you alone then." He shuffled in defeat the the door.
"Andrew!" I cried, jumping out of the shower. In all of my soaking wet nakedness, I hugged Andrew and kissed him hard on the lips. "I love you," I said as I playfully shoved him out the door.
The cool, refreshing breeze greeted my body as the dry sand crunched beneath my feet. Waves crashed onto the shore an the wind carried the ocean spray to me. I walked as close to the edge of the water as I could get without getting wet and sat, facing out into the ocean. The sun had not come up yet, but soon it would be rising.
Lost in all of the beauty of the world, as bright colors of orange and pink began to play along the horizon, I did not hear my husband, Andrew, approach. I didn't know he was standing beside me until he lightly placed his hand on my shoulder.
Still taking in the beauty of the rising sun, I lifted my hand to his and held it. The warmth of his skin from the house heated my cool fingers. I grabbed Andrew's hand then and gently pulled him down to me. He sat without a sound and wrapped his arms around me.
The sun had finally risen and I should have been going inside to start the day, but I didn't want to. Andrew sensed my hesitation and tilted my head toward his. he lifted my chin until our lips met in a soft kiss. Although this was what I wanted, I knew it couldn't happen. I made some sort of grumbling noise and lightly shoved him away.
I looked into his eyes to see a childish light this is not often seen. It saddened me to have to take away his joy, but I knew that I must.
"Sorry, Dear. I have to go to work today," I whispered in his ear as I playfully ran back up to the house, my white silk robe flying like a cape behind me.
Andrew's about six feet tall with wonderful features. He has high cheek bones and feminine, almond shaped brown eyes. His sandy blonde hair is about average length for a male and messy in a sexy way. his skin is a light olive color and he has nice, toned muscles that are slightly larger than what I prefer, but sexy all the same.
I've been married to Andrew for about three years and I've known him for seven. We got married just when I got out of high school, two weeks before college and three days after I turned eighteen. At the time, he was twenty and now he's twenty-three and I'm twenty-one.
"Elaine Marie!" Andrew chimed as he walked in the back door.
Elaine Marie Houston, my name for eighteen years. Now I am Elaine Marie Whitehurst. I have wavy, sandy brown hair that stops just below my shoulders. I have a small nose and green eyes. I'm only five feet and two inches tall and I weigh a hundred pounds. I guess I'm pretty, because I'm a model. I've modeled parts of my body, bu never in full nude. And never my lower private regions.
"I'm not here!" I called as I closed the bathroom dor and started the shower. I heard Andrew come to the door as I got into the shower. "Don't you have to get ready for work or something?" I asked in mock annoyance. I heard him whimper like a puppy and then come into the bathroom.
"Don't you love me anymore?" He asked in a hurt, childish voice.
I smiled to myself. "Orcourse not! Why would I love you?" He sniffled.
"Well... okay then. I guess--I guess I'll just leave you alone then." He shuffled in defeat the the door.
"Andrew!" I cried, jumping out of the shower. In all of my soaking wet nakedness, I hugged Andrew and kissed him hard on the lips. "I love you," I said as I playfully shoved him out the door.