Head Over Feet Prequel: Too Much Of A Good Thing

Author's Note: This is some explanation on who is the father of Theresa's baby is. Maybe the writers over there at the Passions set left this one little scene out... Enjoy, hehe...

"Oh my God, Fox, that was so much fun," Theresa said drunkenly. She and Fox had gone out to several clubs and got stuck in the party-like mentality of the Los Angeles nightlife. "I can't believe they let us in."

Theresa staggered to her hotel room bed and dropped her clutch bag down, along with her chandelier earrings and matching bracelet. She had a champagne bottle in her hand as well, which she took a swing of, as she removed her Manolo Blahnik pink pumps.

Fox followed behind her, crashing into Theresa bed, both exhausted and jumpy. The room around him seemed to be spinning and he was kind of enjoying it.

"Well, Esa, they have to make way for a Crane. My family is known around the world for our power and grace-" BURP. Esa was a nickname Fox had started using with his best friend when they were in private.

"What grace? You are just a big cornball." Theresa laughed, giddy with drunkard-ness. Theresa threw herself on the bed beside him, her skirt riding up high on her thighs.

"What did you call me?" Fox asked Theresa, a devilish look on his face. He shifted over and he held himself over her. "You wanna take that back?"

"Never." And so began one of their usual playfights, ones which were riddled with tickling, pinching, and pulling, and of course searing sexual tension.

They tugged and pulled, and began to rip each others clothes off, little by little. First, went Theresa's pink cardigan, over her shoulders and on to the floor, followed by her skirt. She was only wearing panties and a tank. Fox was half-naked, exposing his tight abs and pecks.

"What about now?" Fox asked Theresa, still teasing. He was sweaty and Theresa was too.

"No!"

Theresa lunged over Fox and stood on her two feet. "I will never give in to you elitist ass."

Fox stood up. "Oh yeah?"

Before Theresa had time to respond, she was tackled fiercely on to the bed by Fox. They were dangerously close to each other, their bodies sticking together like glue from their sweat. Neither moved. They stared into each other's eyes, feeling sparks.

"Did I tell you how good you looked in that skirt today?" Fox asked, flirtatiously, as he bent forward, burying his face into Theresa's neck, inhaling her perfume. He hadn't noticed it before, but he was really turned on, being there, on top of her.

"No, you didn't," Theresa replied, in a sexy whisper, a mischievous grin on her face.

Fox looked at her one last time. She looked so blazingly sexy, warm and dewy, that Fox knew he had to make love to her right then and there.

"I'm about to show you what that skirt really did to me."

With those words, Fox lunged in for a kiss. It was passionate, their tongues twisting around in each others mouths. Both had been dying for this moment, and now that the opportunity had arisen, they were going to take advantage of it.

"Fox..." Theresa started, breathy after all their kissing. "Make love to me tonight. We'll deal with regrets tomorrow."

"You didn't even have to ask."

-XXX-

"Uhhh," Theresa moaned, as she awoke to the bright morning sun against her face. She tried to adjust her eyes, but her piecing headache would not allow it. "Where am I?"

To Theresa, she had no idea where she was or how she had gotten there, all she knew was that she had the hangover from hell.

She got up slowly and stumbled over to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Please don't throw up," she asked of herself.

Theresa heard mumbles in her bedroom. She didn't realize that someone had been in bed with her, and she thought little of it. She walked slowly back, finally noticing that Fox was in her bed, holding his head. He must be hung over too, Theresa thought.

"G'mornin' sunshine," Theresa greeted with sarcasm.

"Hey."

"What the hell did we do last night?" Theresa asked, sitting on the bed.

"I don't know, but whatever it was, it better have been damn worth this headache."

Theresa shook her head. "I doubt it," she said, "nothing ever is..."

They left L.A later that week, and recollection of that night never came back to them.