(Don't own the Eagles song- Hotel California. Nor do I own That 70's Show, or anything of the sort, just the plot :) Hope you enjoy R&R))

On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air

He sat on the beach, the cool sand soaking through the thin cotton shirt. His legs outstretched basking in the dim morning sun. Dark lenses shielded Green eyes. A sweet smile formed around his lips as he heard footsteps behind him.

"You're up early." She said, sitting next to him. Her sun dress thin enough to breath, yet thick enough to keep her covered.

"Yeah, well." He placed a hand around her waist and rolled over so that she laid over him. "I guess I just couldn't bare to wake up after you and not be able to watch you sleep." She kissed his softly.

"I love you." She whispered, leaning her head on his chest. He kissed the top of her head resting his hands at her hips.

"I love you too." He looked up at the sky, his glasses hiding his eyes from the brightening sun. "What shall we do m'lady?"

"I don't know…" She smiled, looking at him. Moving his dark sunglasses she kissed him passionately. "Though… I wouldn't mind staying in bed for a little while."

He laughed. Staying in bed had been the most activity they had done since coming to the almost deserted island.

"I think we should captivate ourselves a little more, don't you." He smirked as her small full lips pouted.

"I'm not captivating enough for you?"

"Heavens no, you're actually too captivating for me." He kissed her and sat up, bringing her up with him. "I was thinking along the lines of a day with the natives, shopping, eating, ending in a sweet void of passionate love."

She giggled. "Ok… but… I don't think anything's open yet, Mr. Passionate love."

"Well then… I guess we'll just have to stay in bed for a few more hours." He chuckled as her face lit up and she grabbed his hand.

Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim

"That was fun." He said, his arm resting carelessly on her shoulders.

Chocolate and strawberry ice cream, her favorite. Always her favorites.

"Yeah, the band was really nice, oh… thank you for the necklace, by the way." She smiled as she played with the chain around her neck. It was silver and long, at the end was a pink and silver dove charm that had a diamond for an eye. "It's so beautiful."

"It has to be, nothing else would do for you." He kissed the top of her head. She licked her ice cream cone and smiled.

"You know… I'm sorry I didn't leave him sooner." She kissed him lightly.

"Doesn't matter." He smiled wrapping his arm tighter around her. "Here… I have a good idea."

"What?" She smiled up at him, eating her ice cream.

"Oh… you'll see." He raced ahead of her, leaving her to walk the rest of the four blocks walk by herself.

"Wait!" She shouted, he smiled back at her and waved. She shook her head and looked at he sky. "He's such a pin head. Great… no I have to be alone. Loser."

She continued eating her ice cream debating whether to be angry or excited.

I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell

She walked into the hotel room, the ocean breeze hitting her face as she closed the door. The living room was dimly lit; sitting on the chair next to the coffee table was her pale yellow dress. The one that fell to the floor with a slit on the left side that ran up to the beginning her thigh. It was strapless, and flowed beautiful as she walked.

"Interesting." She said, feeling the silky material between her fingertips. A note laid at the top. "Dress to impress meet me at the beach at seven." Green/blue eyes quickly scanned the room, landing on a digital clock in the corner.

6:35

"Oh… does he know how to plan or what?" She picked up the dressed and walked into the bedroom.

6:55

She raced out of the room looking for her purse. She had placed on the dress, redid her make-up swept her wave hair into a clip and was now in search of her silver purse.

Had she even bought the purse?

Probably not.

She looked at the clock once again and shook her head. She was out the door.

The beach wasn't too far from the hotel. Only a short walk to the gate behind the pool area.

She stepped out into the sand and almost tripped on her silver heels. She took them off and began walking further onto the beach. She smiled as saw him, standing in an untidy suit standing barefooted on the wet sand as the small tide washed over them.

"Hi." He said, seductively.

"Hi." She said, smiling. Seemingly ignoring him.

"So…" She looked around and her smile grew. The moon shone off the water giving the beach a romantic feel. There was a small table with two eclairs and some white wine.

"It's beautiful." She smiled dropping her shoes and turning to him. She hugged him softly. "You're too good to me."

"I'm not good enough." He kissed her. "Come on."

He went over to the table and turned on a small radio. A soft melody filled the cool night as she giggled. He took her by the waist and slowly began swaying with the soft music.

She placed her hands around his neck.

He shook his head and pulled back slightly.

"What's wrong?" She asked confused.

"Nothing." He grabbed her left hand and placed his right hand on her waist. "We have to do this right."

"It doesn't matter." She shook her head kissing him as they glided along the smooth sand. "All that matter is I'm here with you now."

"I love you." She kissed him passionately.

They both began to glide around the area. Not talking, just staring into each other's eyes.

They barely noticed the shadowy clouds covering the bright moon.

To them, it would never be too dark.

Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

He kissed her neck as they laid in bed. They had eaten, drank, and danced on water. Nothing to spoil their night.

She stroked his back as he mumbled into her neck.

"This was unbelievable." She smiled as he kissed up her collarbone, her chin, her jaw line, and then on her lips.

"I know." He mumbled in between the kisses. She pressed against him pushing her tongue further down his mouth.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you." She smiled as she lowered herself back on the pillow.

"Me too." He smiled. "Tired?"

"A little." She said as he laid next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"Ok, go to sleep." He watched as she smiled and closed her eyes. She looked so happy.

Soon the smiled dwindled away as a look of peaceful dreaming took over. Her breathing became rhythmic. He watched her, eyes never fluttering, not a yawn or a sigh. Just a content glint and a loving look.

That's all was needed.

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
You can find it here

He woke up to a chill. Green eyes fluttered open, franticly searching the room. He didn't feel the bed move, or hear her walking around.

He had never been a heavy sleeper.

Green eyes scanned the room before lean legs kicked the blankets off. He stretched for a second grabbing his boxers and a pair of shorts.

He walked into the living room rubbing his tanned stomach. Looking around quickly.

"Where the hell did she escape too?" He wondered to himself. He looked briefly into the kitchen and the bathroom, before deciding to try the beach.

He opened the front door to see her leaning against the railing looking unto the beach.

She was in a pair of pink shorts and a red tank top, accenting her upper body was a white sheer cover with a hood.

"Morning." He said, scratching his head and sitting next to her.

"Morning." She said smiling up at him. "Did you just wake up?"

"Yeah… how long have you been up?" He asked leaning his elbows on his knees.

"Since sunrise." She smiled leaning her head on his shoulder. "It was so pretty."

"Yeah." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, she became more relax, falling deeper into his soft warm skin.

She loved the feel of his bare skin against her own.

"I hate to say this…" He looked at her.

"What's wrong?" He felt the hot tears running from her face to his chest. The way they hit warm and ran cold.

"I miss him." She sobbed, turning so that her forehead sat on his shoulder bone.

He gently rubbed her shoulders, moving his body so that her head leaned against his chest. He hugged her placing his head on top of hers. She wrapped her arms around his waist, sobbing, crying, a mixture of sadness, guilt, and anguish.

"I don't want to miss him." He kissed the top of her head as she sobbed harder.

So understanding, when he had no obligation to have to understand.

"I don't." Her tears began to burn him, slowly but deeply. His soul ached out to comfort her, while his mind tried to push her away.

His heart felt all but happy.

"It's… it's ok." He stuttered out, making her sob harder.

He couldn't blame her, he knew what it felt like, to miss the one you never thought you'd leave. He hugged her tightly, her sobbing flexing from strong to weak. She was either coming down from the morbid high or starting to hyperventilated.

"I… I… just… I don't…" She started to hyperventilated, she further pushed her face into his chest. Almost suffocating herself indeed.

"Please." He said grabbing her shoulders, taking her face away from his chest. He looked at her; she moved her head, not wanting to lose all of her pride.

The one thing she had was pride.

"It's ok. I told you would miss him. And I said I didn't care, that I understood. You're allowed to miss him." She looked at him, and began sobbing again.

"Why are you so forgiving?"

"Because… there's nothing else to feel." She shook her head.

A few minutes passed them by, only to them; it felt like an eternity.

"I'm so sorry." She said, her breathing becoming normal, her tears slowly stopping.

He kissed her harshly. She melted under him.

"I love you. He whispered, leaning his forehead against hers.

"I love you too."

He kissed her again, not wanting to let go.

Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She's got the Mercedes bends
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget

He laid on the bed as she kissed his neck. He smiled as she pulled over her sheer cover and continued kissing down his neck to his shoulder to his collarbone till she got to the middle of his chest.

"In the old days a thank would have suffixed." He joked. She smiled seductively.

"Shh…" She brought herself up and kissed his hard on the lips. His arms encircled around her waist. She looked at him and smiled moving back down, continuing to kiss his chest; she left marks of oil from her lip-gloss that slide over his body smoothly.

He moaned as her soft lips traced the edge of his pants line. He stood still has her pixie like hands undid his pants pulling them off.

She sat over him smiling. And then moved up against kissing him gently on the lips. She began leaving fleeting kisses along his jaw line.

"No you don't." He said grabbing her shoulders. He smiled as she giggled. He rolled them over so that he was on top. "Special delivery." He smirked.

She pushed off the rest of his clothing. "Where do I sign?"

He kissed her hard as he fiddled with the draw sting of her shorts. After them came off, he broke the kissed, almost with a snap of his fingers she laid under him.

Bare skin to bare skin.

He kissed her passionately as she pressed her fingertips into his back. She moaned slightly as he moved to her jawline and then her neck.

He looked at her as she held her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, her body moving with his. She turned her head slightly and opened her eyes. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her tongue playing with his.

Soon both were panting, breathing almost a chore. He laid on top of her kissing her, she not caring, just enjoy the feel of warmth and excitement.

She moaned against his swollen lips.

"That's magic." She said as his lips envelop hers.

Always bruised, but never broken.

"No baby," He said, moving his face slightly away, taking her in, piece by piece. "That's love."

Her lips formed a compassionate 'aww,' and then captured his lips. She pressed harder into him, just to be one with him forever.

"Can we stay like this?"

"…Like this?" He said, joking.

"Shut up." She kissed him softly.

He chuckled rolling over that she laid on top of him. "Good night?"

"Good morning." She gave him a finally kiss before closing her eyes and falling into a sweet dream of ecstasy.

He kissed her head.

Sweet dreams were made of this.

So I called up the Captain
Please bring me my wine He said
We haven't had that spirit here
since 1969
And still those voices are calling from
far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

They had stayed in bed all day, ordering champagne, strawberries, chocolate, and any other aphrodisiac that they could think of. Not that they needed it. Their sex drives not breaking for a moment.

"So… we're going home Friday." He said, nibbling on the strawberry.

She was sitting upright against the headboard, the sheet concealing her body thinly. He laided on his side, picking up the strawberries and the chocolate.

"If you want." He said, reading over an article in the newspaper that sat against her knee.

"I want too. I miss our own space." He looked at her and smiled.

"First time you called it ours."

"Really?" She sipped the champagne.

"Yep." He said, smiling, going back to his newspaper.

"You know…" She smiled, a glint in her eye.

"Never tired of it, huh?" He laughed. She shrugged her shoulders continuing to eat her chocolate. "I think I'm tired."

"You would be." She stuck her tongue out. He smiled and moved his strawberries.

It took three seconds.

"I'm not that old." He said in-between her laughing hysterically.

She squirmed under his large hands, tickling whatever energy she had left out of her.

"Uncle! Uncle!" She was captured in a soft kiss.

"Go. To. Sleep." He smiled, rolling over.

He waited, after a few minutes her body was close to his, her arm going around his waist. He shook his head slightly rolling over and holding her in his arms, her arms still around him.

There just always had to be the physical link.

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely Place, Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, Bring your alibis

He opened the front door, throwing their suitcases on the ground.

"Ah! Home sweet home!" She said, throwing her arms in the air, smiling.

"Your perfume is still linger from a week ago." He smiled walking into the kitchen. She giggled and took a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent of roses and jasmine.

"That's good. I can call it home now." She smiled leaning into him as he wrapped his arms around her.

"It is home. Yours and mine." He kissed her head and then let go of her going over to the phone. "I'm going to go check our messages."

"Ok." She picked up a suitcase and walked into the bedroom.

He listened to the voicemail, nodding every so often. One message in particular made him freeze.

It sounded like him, the way he talked, his tone, the attitude, the overall gyps of the conversation. Who else would call looking for her?

He looked to the door and then at the phone dialing quickly.

"Hello?" A rough voice answered on the other line. He cringed a bit.

"Don't call here anymore."

"…Where is she?"

"In our bedroom, unpacking."

"You son of a—"

"What do you want?"

"To talk to my wife."

"She's not your wife… she's my girlfriend, and an individual."

"Hey! Had you mind your own business—"

"Had you been a better husband and loved her at all… it would have been a different story buddy. I have to go… don't call here again."

And he hung up.

"Who was that?" She asked from the doorway.

"No one." He shook his head and threw the phone down. He kissed her head and walked into the bedroom.

She looked at the phone and then back into the bedroom, soon she followed him.

He knew he'd call again.

Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device

"You've been… weird lately." She said, coming in to the bedroom from the bathroom. He sat on the bed reading one of his "geek" generated stories. He looked up at her and sighed.

"He called… the day we got back in. I told him to stop calling." He looked at her from the reflection in the mirror.

Her face was shocked rather then angry or upset. She looked down and continued fidgeting with her earrings.

"Ok."

"Just ok?" She sighed.

"Yeah… I mean… does it really matter? I love you… not him. I don't need nor want to talk to him." She looked up and smiled at him in the mirror. "I'm glad you told him not to call again."

"Yeah… you know he probably will call back."

"Baby." She turned around and smiled at him. She kneeled at the foot of the bed before going closer to him, kissing him lightly. "I know he'll call back."

"You're not worried?"

"Why should I be? I have better lawyers then him." She crawled under the covers, snuggling close to his warm body. "Besides… we're all prisoners here, of our own device."

"The Eagles," He nodded approvingly.

"I learned it from the best." She yawned. He watched her as she fidgeted with the pillow and the covers before completely falling in a dreamful night.

It had always been the little things that made him fall in love.

He smiled and placed his book down shutting the lights off. He gently pulled her hair back from her neck.

"'Night." He said, sliding into the bed and pressing his body closer to hers, wrapping his arm around her waist.

All things, all good things, have a tendency to get screwed up.

And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast

They walked into the apartment, laughing. His arm was draped casually around her shoulders, her head leaning into him slightly.

Perfection.

She stopped laughing first. He quickly stopped and then followed her glaze to the window.

"What are you doing here?" He asked looking at the man, smoking in his apartment.

"I had a little issue… concerning my wife." The man said casually.

He stood tall. "Get out."

"I'm not leaving without my wife."

"I'm not your anything, get out." She said, forcefully, strongly.

The man got up, throwing the cigarette on the wood floor, stepping it out. "Legally… we are still man and wife. Now… get your things."

"No." She whispered, hiding behind him.

"Look!"

"Leave her alone." He said. The man looked at him; anger set in the pair of ice blue eyes.

"She doesn't love you, man. She doesn't love anyone. She's incapable of it." The man sneered, looking at her.

"You're drunk…just… leave."

"You guys will get married, maybe last a few years, you'll work, she'll work in the beginning. You'll become busy; you'll both distance yourselves. And then, soon enough, you'll notice all the things she use to wear for you and only for you are suddenly under all her clothes.

" She goes out for a few hours, her whole persona messed up from when she left. She's wearing all those really special perfumes, just to go food shopping.

"She's staying out for nights at a time. Disappearing when you're out to dinner. And then you get the phone calls and the love notes. Your phone bill is rather high. And then what, man? Right, you were in love."

"…Get out." He pointed to the door.

"…I warned you." The man walked past him and then to her. Blue crashed into green/blue. The man kissed her, grabbing her so she couldn't budge. She struggled. The man let go, looking at him and then back at her. "Slut."

Just as he had come in, he went out again.

She looked at the door and then back at him.

"I wouldn't do that to you." She whispered.

He looked at her. "I know." He mumbled.

"I wouldn't…" She said again.

He noticed it was more for herself then him, and he didn't answer.

Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
to the place I was before

She watched him from across the table. He was taking her out, something they did at least once a week. Just to admire each other.

Today was different; from now on it would be different.

"It's official… I'm a free woman."

He smiled at her eating his steak and baked potato. "Congrats."

"…I'm so sorry."

"He had no right to say what he had said." He looked up, green met with green/blue. "I love you, I do… and I don't think we'll ever have the problem you and him had."

"I love you too." She whispered, her eyes watery. Guilty for no reason. "I loved you so much, not like I loved him, not like I loved any of them."

She leaned forward and kissed him. He responded quickly. Grabbing her face in his hands.

They were going to reconcile tonight, forget it ever happened, and go about their lives.

All they had was each other. Whether they last forever, or only a few more weeks. They meant more to each other then any one else had meant to them. That's what would keep them going. That was the underlining difference this time.

From now on it would be different.

And different… was better.

"Relax," said the nightman, "We are
programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave."