To the Moon and Back
A/N: Another update! My drive time got cancelled because of the literal monsoon outside (I hate this weather!) so I have the time now to write another chapter of this! (and to work on my Troy fanfic, woot!)...and I didn't get Don Juan for my birthday....so from the memory I will rely! Please remember to review! Love to all of you who did! :) You guys make me wanna write more!
Chapter Four
"So he just kissed you?" Abigail asked, sitting down across from her at Eve's kitchen table.
"Yes! And I just sat there, unable to do anything about it. It's a sin how perfect that kiss was." She added with a sigh, propping her chin on her hand. Abigail raised a brow, leaning toward her friend.
"So this guy, Don Juan, kisses you and suddenly you have the hots for him?"
"It isn't like that and you know it!" Eve said, shooting her a glare. "It wasn't just a kiss. It was like.....oh, you have to have felt it to understand. I don't think I've ever.....in fact, I know I haven't ever felt that much from a kiss before."
"Not even from Steve?"
"Especially not from Steve." Both women laughed at the memory of Eve's ex- fiancé, whom they had caught in bed with another woman- Eve's bed to be exact. Needless to say, Steve was ancient history. Eve sighed, resting her chin now in both hands.
"That good?"
"Yeah. That good."
"So you believe him?"
"Yes. It's strange. Yesterday I was calling him a lunatic. But after the gas station, and that kiss....I don't need any more proof than that. He isn't just crazy. He's got me hooked."
"I am so meeting this guy." Abigail said, grinning. "If he's as perfect as you say, which I'm not getting my hopes up for, then I definitely have to see him."
"Come with me to the office today. I'm sure he'll be there."
"At the psychiatrists?"
"Yeah. Dr. Mickler said Don Juan was his son."
"Well," Abigail said, standing up and gathering their breakfast dishes. " Let us not keep the good Don Juan waiting."
Eve chewed on her lower lip. She had convinced herself that she believed him to be who he was, but did she really? Maybe he'd kiss her again and then she could really decide. She smiled. Yes, she liked that possibility. She liked it very much.
The office was empty when they arrived. There were no cars in the front, the doors were locked, and Eve was grateful that they had given her a spare key.
"Dr. Mickler?" She called out, poking her head into his office. Abigail sat in Eve's desk, propping her feet up on the desk. Eve shot her friend a mock glare, but then turned her attention back to the rest of the house.
" Dr?" She called again.
"In the kitchen!" Came the reply at last. Eve smiled, turning to her friend.
"Come on, Abby." She said, grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the chair. Upon reaching the kitchen, both women froze. Dr. Mickler was standing at the stove in an apron, flipping pancakes. Marilyn sat at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee in her hand....and Don Juan sat across from her, a perfect brow arched as he watched Eve enter the room.
"Sorry I'm late this morning. My friend needed a ride to the office. I just figured I'd stop by and let you all know what was going on. I'll be back in a few minutes." Eve said, knowing she was rambling. Marilyn smiled at her.
"It's quite all right, dear. Actually, the office is closed today, so you don't have to come in until Monday. I'm sorry I forgot to call you, but I was busy in my garden. Why don't you and your friend stay for breakfast?"
"Well, we already ate...." Eve started, but Abigail jumped right in, cutting her friend off.
"We'd love to." She said, coming to sit down next to Don Juan. "Hi. I'm Abigail."
"Where are my manners?" Eve said softly, causing Dr. Mickler to smile. " Abby, this is the good Dr. Mickler, his wife Marilyn, and Don Juan Demarco."
All of them waved their greetings, except for Don Juan, who instead lifted Abigail's hand, kissing her knuckles briefly.
"Hello, Doña Abigail. It is a pleasure to welcome you to our villa. Don Octavio is a wonderful cook, and I am sure you will have the best of service during your stay."
Eve's jaw once again nearly hit the floor as she watched Abby grinning like a school-girl, fawning all over Don Juan.
"It is very lovely here. And your accent! What part of Mexico are you from?"
Eve rolled her eyes, excused herself to the doctor, and left the room. Making her way back to the cubby that was her office, she shut the door and fell into her chair. What was wrong with her? All the guy had done was kiss her once, and proved himself to be a possible basket case....and she was jealous of Abby for getting his attention! She glared at the hibiscus painting on the wall, crossing her arms over her chest.
Closing her eyes, Eve began to count to ten. She needed to calm down. This was extremely unprofessional of her! When she opened her eyes again, she nearly screamed, and did fall out of her chair.
"Forgive me, Doña Evelyn. I seem to have the horrible habit of frightening you." Don Juan said as he held out a hand to her. Eve glared up at him, but took his hand anyway. He pulled her up to stand toe to toe with him. Eve glared up into his eyes, trying to ignore the flip-flop her heart was doing.
"Do you always sneak up on people?" She huffed. He shrugged, a small smile playing on his beautiful mouth.
"It all depends on whether it pleases you or not."
"Ugh!" Eve said, throwing her hands up. She turned her back to him, taking a few steps away. "You," She said, glancing over her shoulder at him, " Are impossible."
He couldn't help the grin that crossed his features at her reaction. Good, he thought, I am getting to her. Instead of speaking, he came up behind her, placing his hands lightly on her shoulders. He felt her quick up-speed of breath, her chest rising slightly higher with each breath as he leaned closer. He was absently aware that he had forgotten his gloves that morning.
"What are you doing?" She asked softly, half turning her head to face him.
"What do you want me to be doing?" He responded, equally soft. Eve found that she couldn't breathe. All that her mind would focus on was him. The way his warm breath was fanning on her neck. The pressure of his fingertips into the thin material of her shirt. The way his nose was nuzzling against her neck. Eve let her eyes slide shut, her head leaning back onto his shoulder to allow him greater access to her neck. He would have purred if it was possible (something he'd have to work on achieving), but instead settled for a small, smug grin as he heard her let out an almost inaudible moan when he nipped at the sensitive flesh behind her ear.
Eve's eyes snapped open. She couldn't stand it anymore! Her hands had wandered on their own to cover his on her shoulders, but now she moved them. Spinning around, she caught him completely off guard. Taking the small opportunity, she slid her fingers into his hair, pulling his face down to hers. The moment their lips met, Eve knew she was lost.
Everything in the world seemed to disappear as he kissed her, the way she responded to him nearly driving him mad. Oh, he had had many women. More than he cared to mention. None of them, though, had reacted as she did. She teased him, she tempted him, she gave in....and he knew that when they pulled apart, she would avoid him. And that thought alone sent a new wave of passion coursing through him. Shifting his hold on her, he slid his hands down to her waist, deepening the kiss as he did so. Eve did moan audibly this time, allowing his tongue the access it sought.
Eve didn't know up from down anymore. All she could feel was his skilled mouth teasing hers as he nipped at her bottom lip, his tongue snaking out to lick the injured area. And that was when she let him deepen the kiss, aware now of his hands on her waist, not moving, merely holding her tightly against him. She moved her hands then, wrapping her arms around his neck, trying to find a way to get closer, if it were even possible by that point.
"Hey, Eve, I wanted to let you know I'm going n...." the door creaked open. "Oh. Um, wow. I uh....Eve? Eve!"
Eve's eyes opened lazily, her vision blurred by the haze created in his chocolate eyes. She blinked a few times, hearing her name, then blinked hard. What the hell!? She backed away from him quickly, her arms crossing over her chest. He watched her with a cool expression on his face, his lips set firmly together, hands on his hips.
"I um, what did you need?" She asked, turning to a grinning Abigail.
"I need a ride home." Abby said, leaning against the door frame. "But if you're too busy, I'm sure I could get a taxi."
Eve couldn't look at him. "Um, yeah. I can take you home. Let me just go get my purse from the kitchen."
With that, both women left the room, leaving Don Juan to run his hands through his hair. He sighed, rubbing his eyes. Eve was not going to be an easy conquest, he knew. He had to tempt her. Once tempted, she was his....but the tempting, that would be the hard part. Sighing again, he let himself fall into her chair, crossed his legs on the desk, and placed his hands behind his head. He would need to find out exactly what made her want him, and what it was that would make her think of that thing continuously. Grinning, he shut his eyes, ready for a nap. This would be a mystery worth solving, indeed.
A/N: Woo! (fans herself) wow. Didn't even stop to breathe for myself while writing this! It just flowed! (happy dance) but you get an update!! :) Also working on a Troy story, so check out that one too when I get it posted. And as always, please review!
A/N: Another update! My drive time got cancelled because of the literal monsoon outside (I hate this weather!) so I have the time now to write another chapter of this! (and to work on my Troy fanfic, woot!)...and I didn't get Don Juan for my birthday....so from the memory I will rely! Please remember to review! Love to all of you who did! :) You guys make me wanna write more!
Chapter Four
"So he just kissed you?" Abigail asked, sitting down across from her at Eve's kitchen table.
"Yes! And I just sat there, unable to do anything about it. It's a sin how perfect that kiss was." She added with a sigh, propping her chin on her hand. Abigail raised a brow, leaning toward her friend.
"So this guy, Don Juan, kisses you and suddenly you have the hots for him?"
"It isn't like that and you know it!" Eve said, shooting her a glare. "It wasn't just a kiss. It was like.....oh, you have to have felt it to understand. I don't think I've ever.....in fact, I know I haven't ever felt that much from a kiss before."
"Not even from Steve?"
"Especially not from Steve." Both women laughed at the memory of Eve's ex- fiancé, whom they had caught in bed with another woman- Eve's bed to be exact. Needless to say, Steve was ancient history. Eve sighed, resting her chin now in both hands.
"That good?"
"Yeah. That good."
"So you believe him?"
"Yes. It's strange. Yesterday I was calling him a lunatic. But after the gas station, and that kiss....I don't need any more proof than that. He isn't just crazy. He's got me hooked."
"I am so meeting this guy." Abigail said, grinning. "If he's as perfect as you say, which I'm not getting my hopes up for, then I definitely have to see him."
"Come with me to the office today. I'm sure he'll be there."
"At the psychiatrists?"
"Yeah. Dr. Mickler said Don Juan was his son."
"Well," Abigail said, standing up and gathering their breakfast dishes. " Let us not keep the good Don Juan waiting."
Eve chewed on her lower lip. She had convinced herself that she believed him to be who he was, but did she really? Maybe he'd kiss her again and then she could really decide. She smiled. Yes, she liked that possibility. She liked it very much.
The office was empty when they arrived. There were no cars in the front, the doors were locked, and Eve was grateful that they had given her a spare key.
"Dr. Mickler?" She called out, poking her head into his office. Abigail sat in Eve's desk, propping her feet up on the desk. Eve shot her friend a mock glare, but then turned her attention back to the rest of the house.
" Dr?" She called again.
"In the kitchen!" Came the reply at last. Eve smiled, turning to her friend.
"Come on, Abby." She said, grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the chair. Upon reaching the kitchen, both women froze. Dr. Mickler was standing at the stove in an apron, flipping pancakes. Marilyn sat at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee in her hand....and Don Juan sat across from her, a perfect brow arched as he watched Eve enter the room.
"Sorry I'm late this morning. My friend needed a ride to the office. I just figured I'd stop by and let you all know what was going on. I'll be back in a few minutes." Eve said, knowing she was rambling. Marilyn smiled at her.
"It's quite all right, dear. Actually, the office is closed today, so you don't have to come in until Monday. I'm sorry I forgot to call you, but I was busy in my garden. Why don't you and your friend stay for breakfast?"
"Well, we already ate...." Eve started, but Abigail jumped right in, cutting her friend off.
"We'd love to." She said, coming to sit down next to Don Juan. "Hi. I'm Abigail."
"Where are my manners?" Eve said softly, causing Dr. Mickler to smile. " Abby, this is the good Dr. Mickler, his wife Marilyn, and Don Juan Demarco."
All of them waved their greetings, except for Don Juan, who instead lifted Abigail's hand, kissing her knuckles briefly.
"Hello, Doña Abigail. It is a pleasure to welcome you to our villa. Don Octavio is a wonderful cook, and I am sure you will have the best of service during your stay."
Eve's jaw once again nearly hit the floor as she watched Abby grinning like a school-girl, fawning all over Don Juan.
"It is very lovely here. And your accent! What part of Mexico are you from?"
Eve rolled her eyes, excused herself to the doctor, and left the room. Making her way back to the cubby that was her office, she shut the door and fell into her chair. What was wrong with her? All the guy had done was kiss her once, and proved himself to be a possible basket case....and she was jealous of Abby for getting his attention! She glared at the hibiscus painting on the wall, crossing her arms over her chest.
Closing her eyes, Eve began to count to ten. She needed to calm down. This was extremely unprofessional of her! When she opened her eyes again, she nearly screamed, and did fall out of her chair.
"Forgive me, Doña Evelyn. I seem to have the horrible habit of frightening you." Don Juan said as he held out a hand to her. Eve glared up at him, but took his hand anyway. He pulled her up to stand toe to toe with him. Eve glared up into his eyes, trying to ignore the flip-flop her heart was doing.
"Do you always sneak up on people?" She huffed. He shrugged, a small smile playing on his beautiful mouth.
"It all depends on whether it pleases you or not."
"Ugh!" Eve said, throwing her hands up. She turned her back to him, taking a few steps away. "You," She said, glancing over her shoulder at him, " Are impossible."
He couldn't help the grin that crossed his features at her reaction. Good, he thought, I am getting to her. Instead of speaking, he came up behind her, placing his hands lightly on her shoulders. He felt her quick up-speed of breath, her chest rising slightly higher with each breath as he leaned closer. He was absently aware that he had forgotten his gloves that morning.
"What are you doing?" She asked softly, half turning her head to face him.
"What do you want me to be doing?" He responded, equally soft. Eve found that she couldn't breathe. All that her mind would focus on was him. The way his warm breath was fanning on her neck. The pressure of his fingertips into the thin material of her shirt. The way his nose was nuzzling against her neck. Eve let her eyes slide shut, her head leaning back onto his shoulder to allow him greater access to her neck. He would have purred if it was possible (something he'd have to work on achieving), but instead settled for a small, smug grin as he heard her let out an almost inaudible moan when he nipped at the sensitive flesh behind her ear.
Eve's eyes snapped open. She couldn't stand it anymore! Her hands had wandered on their own to cover his on her shoulders, but now she moved them. Spinning around, she caught him completely off guard. Taking the small opportunity, she slid her fingers into his hair, pulling his face down to hers. The moment their lips met, Eve knew she was lost.
Everything in the world seemed to disappear as he kissed her, the way she responded to him nearly driving him mad. Oh, he had had many women. More than he cared to mention. None of them, though, had reacted as she did. She teased him, she tempted him, she gave in....and he knew that when they pulled apart, she would avoid him. And that thought alone sent a new wave of passion coursing through him. Shifting his hold on her, he slid his hands down to her waist, deepening the kiss as he did so. Eve did moan audibly this time, allowing his tongue the access it sought.
Eve didn't know up from down anymore. All she could feel was his skilled mouth teasing hers as he nipped at her bottom lip, his tongue snaking out to lick the injured area. And that was when she let him deepen the kiss, aware now of his hands on her waist, not moving, merely holding her tightly against him. She moved her hands then, wrapping her arms around his neck, trying to find a way to get closer, if it were even possible by that point.
"Hey, Eve, I wanted to let you know I'm going n...." the door creaked open. "Oh. Um, wow. I uh....Eve? Eve!"
Eve's eyes opened lazily, her vision blurred by the haze created in his chocolate eyes. She blinked a few times, hearing her name, then blinked hard. What the hell!? She backed away from him quickly, her arms crossing over her chest. He watched her with a cool expression on his face, his lips set firmly together, hands on his hips.
"I um, what did you need?" She asked, turning to a grinning Abigail.
"I need a ride home." Abby said, leaning against the door frame. "But if you're too busy, I'm sure I could get a taxi."
Eve couldn't look at him. "Um, yeah. I can take you home. Let me just go get my purse from the kitchen."
With that, both women left the room, leaving Don Juan to run his hands through his hair. He sighed, rubbing his eyes. Eve was not going to be an easy conquest, he knew. He had to tempt her. Once tempted, she was his....but the tempting, that would be the hard part. Sighing again, he let himself fall into her chair, crossed his legs on the desk, and placed his hands behind his head. He would need to find out exactly what made her want him, and what it was that would make her think of that thing continuously. Grinning, he shut his eyes, ready for a nap. This would be a mystery worth solving, indeed.
A/N: Woo! (fans herself) wow. Didn't even stop to breathe for myself while writing this! It just flowed! (happy dance) but you get an update!! :) Also working on a Troy story, so check out that one too when I get it posted. And as always, please review!