Mourning After Consequences.

Quiet rumblings shook him from a rapturous slumber as he carefully unrvaled his arms from the smooth slope of her side particular in not waking Charity's peacefully resting figure.

"Lopez - Fitzgerald."Miguel said gruffly in a low tone, whie raising his hand rubbing the coner's to his eyes as he foccused sharply onto the slight shades of light that filled his bedroom.

A frown became of his somber demeanor, a thick frown plastered on his lips as he rose from the bedside walking through his bedroom door shutting it with silent ease as his voice finally began to thunder with a rising burning rage.

"What!?"

At the noticeable suttle sounds of the door shuting Charity's eyes fluttered opened suddenly while, she awoke passing tiersome glances lazilly trailing themselves across the light shades of his room resting on the glimmmers of the sun as they seaped through the windows. Her eyes adjusted to the light as she rose slightly half in a daze she observed the hints of clothing sprawlled across the wood floor and the audacious dissarray of the sheets which wrapped themselves around her firmly. She shivered quaintly at the new brisk whisp of air that came with the faint sun rays.

Heated reminiscings of the previous night's encounters held her thoughts prisoner. The fervent touches as graments fell, leading to fiery kisses as if still parading around her body exhibiting hidden desires that resided in them both. The blurred shortness of breath spreading through the heated air of a darkened room quickly following to soft propellings causing ardent sighs to escape their breaths.Only to all come down to an exhausted crash, the cinders from their flame dying into the mild appearances of dawn.

Anxiety came upon Charity as she awaited the ending results of thier night together. They couldn't go back, passions expressed confirmed that well in her mind. Lifting the creme sheets over her sinking slowly back into the bed, she knew what was to come of their sinful pleasures...an awkward silence, the reluctant chill that would pass through them letting the last brush of wave exit with what ever kind of relationship they'd had.One that troubled her to even try to name,yet, one that she didn't want to leave behind.

Her mind advised her they weren't friends anymore, that they could never be. They couldn't go back...so what was left? Charity's thoughts inquired profoundly as her hands grasped the sheets tightly enough to break the fibers that held it together. The sooner she thought of it the more she knew she'd rather not fiond out what was to become of her tidings with Miguel so she'd devised the next best thing.

Her agilely tinted eyes scanned the room.Slowly her attention drew to a button down shirt which lay on a bed close nearby...his.Hastily she pulled it from it's restriegnments putting it over her as she rose from the bed gathering all her things before departing towards the bedroom door to make her escape compleat.

Wasn't She Forgetting Something? Of course she was.

Charity ignored the final factor in her plan...Miguel, and it wasn't as if she wanted to think of anything pertaining him or them at that moment reassuring herself that everything would be cleared up once she got herself out of her. She sauntered down the hallway admiring the plus decor before her paces haulted somewhat and she observed the display of black and white paintings that surrounded them.Charity leaped in her tip - toeing footsteps as she heard his familiar voice thundering behind a halfly closed door behind her. Disquisitively her ey narrowed as she approached the small crack her eyes following his figure pacing back and forth in her sight.

"What in the hell do you mean, you couldn't do it?" He snarled clenching his phone tightly in his hands, the viens in his throat apparantly throbbing with anguish.

He stopped his movements through out the room, before picking up his mighty roar once again.

"No, you listen to me - you idiotic son of a bitch! You are going to do exactlly what I've asked of you to do and you aren't going to screw things up more than you've already done! Are we understood?"

"Shit!" She murmured softly making sure not to call any attention to herself as watched him turn his phone off, and advance out of the room towards where she was ivesdropping.Vigilantly she backed away her eyes scanning the hallway she stood practiclly motionless in wondering what her next move should be.

He leaned on his bedroom door, rubbing his temples continuously.Trying effortlessly to gather his thoughts and control his temper before he entered his bedroom to fond her exactlly where she'd been left.

"Did I wake you?" He asked her his voice hidding upset and the benign manisfestation of a passive thunder.

"No," Charity replied in a fixed hoarse tone trying to pass of she'd just woken up."But your yelling did. What was going on?" She questioned her eybrow arched in interrogation.

"Ah, nothing." Miguel declared "It was just another business - mess up. You know the type..." he answered in a convincing tone, as he took his place beside her once more.

"Really?" She began her eyes boring at him trying to figure out if his words were truth."Sounded a little too bruttle to be just a business call."

"How would you know what kind of call it was?" He questioned a curious grin comming to him as he watched her." You couldn't have been, oh, I don't know...ivesdropping on me wouldn't you?"

Charity backed way slightly appearances seeming to be offended by Miguel's statements, which were very well true."Ivesdropping is such a strong word," She said."Let's just say I casually listened in, and take this from a business woman: Even though at times I'm greatly tempted I've never spoken to a business assosiate that way. So, let's be honest here, if that's alright with you." She ended with confidant assurance, looking towards him as if he'd never have a chance.

He simply laughed shedding his flawless smile, as he looked at her slidding closer to her side."Okay, so it wasn't a business call."

She smiled triumphantly at her win, a slight shutter becoming of her stance as she realized how close he'd came towards her. Subtly she slid away slightly not wanting to give in to whatever she knew he was about to dish out."Then tell me? What was it then?"

"Let's just say I wanted to surprise, this incredible woman I know - and the people who I asked to surprise this woman, messed up very big...and I got a little upset." He explained suavely.

Charity silenced slightly, as Miguel smirked hoping he'd shifted the subject well enough to get her to forget about his conversation."Who's this woman...do I know her?" She kidded.

"You are deffinately one piece of work, Charity Standish.You know that ?" He smiled passing his fingertips under her chin and tilting her closer towards him as he kissed her softly.

Her eyes shut, subcuming into him momentarilly before she pulled away. He watched as she did so, every part of him wanting to pull her towards him once more.

"Business - yet another thing about yourself that you're hellbent on keeping from me. So what's your story? Working a menial job, we've all had our share you know." Charity stated earnesly waiting for his response.

"No, far from it actually."

"Then why the secrecy?" She questioned. Her eyes narrowing in puzzlement.

He scoughed his eyes searching the room before falling upon her once more."There are so many reasons, Charity." He admitted continuing." And when the time is right, I'll tell you everything I promise you. You're going to have to be patient with me,"

Charity agreed, even though somewhere in the depths of her mind she worried as to what exactlly she was agreeing to.

And then that moment came once again, they stood on apposing sides of the hallway. Facing eachother in a still silence, thier attentions staring deeply into eachother's sharing one world, which only held them captive. They both awaited the superficial white lies that people would go through in this situations to make things look less complicated then they were. The ones that swore that they'd call eachother and keep in touch ignoring all that happened - they knew they couldn't. They'd say they'd see each other around - when they knew they wouldn't.

Suddenly and abruptly cutting into the strange waiting period, as he brushed away a stray streak of blonde from her face and she shed a faint uneased smile, fadding quickly as he took her into his strong grasp his arms closing around her waiste bringing her inwards towards him. With no debate she submit to the action, resting her head gently on his chest indulging fairly in the simplistic bliss within his touch, letting the moments pass as they would before she spoke.

"I don't want this to change anything, between us." She allowed herself to say, a silenced fear in her whisper.

"It won't." He replied, as if he knew.

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SOMEWHERE IN SPAIN...

"Perdone. Pierda vasquez? " Esmerelda Hernadez asked while opening the door to her bosses sky windowed office. She walked in hearing no certain responses from Ms. Vasquez approching the centre of the room.

"Esmerelda." The dark haired woman smiled broadly turning her mobile chair around to face the petite young girl with a mesh folder in her hands." I've been expecting you. Have you gotten the plane tickets to Maine that I've requested ?" She questioned resting her arms upon her black marbelled desk, fanning herself off slightly from the harshly beating sun that encirlcled the room causing everything to look a tint of golden.

"Sí, Señorita vasquez. Yo los he obtenido en primero clase, así como usted ha preguntado." The girl nodded ending her statements before advancing and resting the plane tickets on Ms. Vasquez's desk.

"Thank you."

"Está allí algo más usted querría que mí tome el cuidado de befor su Señora de la salida?"

"No, Esmerelda. I think that will be all for today - " She paused thinking of it for a moment. " Would you mind bringing up my bags, I'd like to leave as soon as possible." Ms. Vasquez stated, as the girl nodded.

"Sí, tenderé a eso ahora." Esmerelda said before turning and leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.

Yiezmien Vasquez, eyed the plane tickets which layed on her desk. Taking them in her hands she stood turning to the beautiful horizon of Spain behind her. A smile crossed her full lips as she tapped the think papered ticketts against her palm.

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Charity opened the door to her apartment that as it was bright outside.With a slight sigh she leaned against her door looking around at the spotless place lacking any real movement as she walked further in.

Her mail was scattered all around her feet, bills and junk, she though humourously as she commenced to pick them up while the sound of her found began to ring through the house vibrantly.

Yet just as she stepped forward to get to it she heard her doorbell ring as well.

"Who could that be?" She questioned the empty house as she walked over to her peep whole."Great." She hissed walking away from the woman she recognized as her cousin standing at the other end of the door now beggining to knowck as she heard to response from Charity.

"Charity!?Charity? Woman open up!" She called out still knocking as the phone rang.

Dammit was she destined to be caught in all of her actions!? Mostlikely yes. Anyways that wasn't the fact of the matter right now, what was - was that she had to get out of this mess unscaved , becuase if she didn't she'd have to be honest about her doings these past few months...and she couldn't do that! Now now at least.

She turned away from the door rushing to her room, throwing her pillows around the room and frazzelling up her bed sheet s to make it appear as it's been slept in.

"I know! I know." She called out to the phone that was still ringing.

Quickly Charity sped out of her room, droppin random things around as she went bak to the door unlocking it and rushing to her bathroom to change.

"Come in Kay."

As instructed she did, her eyes surveying the room before she sat down at the nearby couch the phone still ringing obnoxiously. She looked around searching for some sign of her cousin as her faint voice spoke out once more.

"I'll be out in a minute." She responded.

Kay nodded to the affrimation as she turned to Charity's phone looking around one last time before picking it up.

"I'm in, Bianca."

"Good." Ms. Evans chirped merryly."What's the deal? Did you find anything?" Bianca inquired.

"Wait a minute," Kay said russling magazines and small compartments around her before looking in the right one to find three awkwardly shapped pieces of pottery."Yes, there all here. And just like I've been trying to tell you Charity hasn't been lying to us."

"Good -" Bianca repeated.

"Good!? I'm sorry Bianca but in now way do I find my cousin, reduced to making these God foresaken...things! As good." Kay retorted anger in her voice.

"No, good because," Bianca paused dramaticlly trying to hide her excitement."I've found someone for Charity, Kay."

"Really?" She said cocking in eyebrow.

"Yeah, my boss at the club. He's amazing, sexy and successful and the best part he's single! I know she's gonna like him. Hell if I wasn't trying to hook her up I'd take him for myself that's how fine he is!" Bianca squealed.

"Well it looks like your going to have another date because, you and I both now Charity isn't going to have this. Just the other day she was talking to this amazing guy and she tottally she him down. You might as well hook up Brittney Spears with Madonna you'd have more sucess in that!" Kay snickered. "Hey how come you haven't tried to hook me up with anyone?"

"Because you find wacko's off the street everyday, Boo Boo." Bianca quipped with a giggle.

"Not funny." Kay snarled. "Besides would you define Fox as a wacko? I think not!"

"Hey - whatever floats your boat."

Arrylle Gamere - I tottally agree with you, and as much as I love Charguel I knew they were most in need for a character makeover curtousy of a lil' bit of Mahogany spice! ; ).

I hope you've enjoyed this, as do I say to everyone else. Thanks for reading and liking y'all, it means allot.