A/N: Eep! I love you all so much! The reviews were AWESOME! (hands out Don Juan dolls to everyone) ahem. Right. Got back from is AWESOME! (I like that word....) The mountains were breathtaking....and even though I didn't go skiing in them, I went on a trail ride through them. (happy sigh) I wanna go back! Anyway...on with other things:
Marlon Brando : RIP, buddy. We will miss you, but your memory will live on through all of your great films, especially Don Juan and The Godfather. :)
Now...without any further ado, I give you all my lovely readers and reviewers, chapter seven! (I'm getting teary eyed cause there isn't much more of this story to go.)
Chapter Seven
Everything was a shiny haze of filtering sunlight, seeping through Eve's eyelids as she struggled to return to her sleep. She'd been having the most exquisite dream full of, well, Don Juan. She smiled at the thought and snuggled deeper into her pillow, wrapping her arms around it's softness and burying her head into it. Each languid rise and fall of the pillow lulled her deeper into sleep. Her eyes snapped open. Pillows didn't move. And they certainly weren't that solid. She blinked, looking down at the chest she was resting on, her blue eyes wide in surprise. Had she? Had they...? Eve turned her head to look at him, finding his enigmatic eyes closed in sleep. One of his arms was draped over the side of the bed, while the other lay wrapped possessively around her hip.
Eve shifted a little, memories of the night they had shared flooding back into her brain. She blushed at the thoughts, burrowing her face deeper into his shoulder to try and erase the red-flush that was sweeping across her face. He stirred, his arm moving up to her waist, squeezing her tightly against him. He mumbled something, and then rolled over so that he was facing her. Eve blinked and looked up into his face, surprised to see his chocolate eyes staring down at her, still hooded with sleep. A small smile played about his lips, causing her to smile in return.
"Good morning." She said softly. He leaned closer and nuzzled her nose with his, the grin growing.
"Good morning, Doña Evelyn." He whispered, his accent thick with sleep. She leaned her head back a bit and traced the outline of his mask with an idle finger, which he promptly caught, pulling her hand into his. " Pleasant dreams, fair Doña?" He asked. Eve smiled secretively and nodded. She found it amazing that just a week ago she would have run screaming from this man. But after last night, and the realization that she loved him.....Eve knew she was a lost cause as far as reality was concerned.
"Can I ask you a question?" She asked softly.
"You could ask me for the world and I would not deny you. What is it that you wish to know?"
"I....." Eve's voice faltered slightly. "Why do you always wear your mask?"
At this, Don Juan's eyes slid closed and he let out a small sigh before opening them again.
"There are things in my past that I am ashamed of." He said, looking anywhere but in her eyes. "I wear it as a reminder that I will never be free of my pain and longing."
Eve blinked, trying to accept the extremely cryptic and evasive answer he had given her. She mentally shrugged, though, deciding that if she loved him for what she knew of him, why couldn't she love him for his faults as well? And then that nagging little voice appeared in her mind again, resurfacing after being crushed by Don Juan's kisses. What if he doesn't love you in return? Eve snorted mentally. It certainly seemed as though he did! The way he had nearly worshipped her, made her feel like the only woman alive in the world, and the way he said her name when in the midst of love-making.....He may not love me the same way I love him, but he does, in his own way. She reasoned. The voice shut up after that, knowing that arguing with her was useless.
"Doña Evelyn....." His Spanish lilted voice drew her from her reverie, causing her to nearly jump. "What are you thinking about?"
Eve shrugged, staring down at their joined hands. "Only that last night was the most incredible night of my life." She answered, looking up to see his eyes dilate slightly with passion. He leaned down, kissing her softly. Instantly, Eve felt herself surrender. Her arms wrapped around him tightly as he rolled over her, pulling her beneath him and deepening the kiss. She pulled away suddenly, staring up at him.
"What is it?" He asked, concern etching itself across his face. "Did I do something wrong?"
Eve laughed, throwing her head back against the pillow. "No, nothing." She said, the smile lingering. "I was just curious again."
He raised a brow. "Curious about what?"
"How you make me feel the way you do." She said softly, twirling a strand of his hair between her fingers. "The way you make me feel so important, make me forget reality, make me never want to leave this bed." He smiled rakishly at her, before capturing her mouth in a kiss so tender that she thought she might die from the sheer sweetness it possessed.
"Would you like me to show you?" He whispered against her mouth, letting his lips begin a trail to her ear, then down her neck to her shoulder. Eve sucked in a breath of air at the contact when he reached a sensitive length of flesh on her throat.
"Yes." She breathed, and then lost all sense of space and time as she let him take over her body once more.
There was a faint knocking on the door. So faint in fact that Eve almost thought she dreamed it. She raised her head from the pillow, her fingers stilling in Don Juan's hair. He remained motionless, his head resting on her stomach.
"Were you expecting anyone?" She asked quietly.
"No," This time he raised his head. "Why do you ask? "
"There's someone at the door." She said, meeting his confused gaze with one of her own. Sliding out from under him, she slipped on his bathrobe and walked out of his bedroom and to the door. Stepping up on her tiptoes to look out the peep-hole, she bit back a squeak of surprise, opening the door slightly.
"Can I help you?" She asked the two officers standing outside the door.
"Yes. I am Agent Miller, "The woman said, then pointed to the man next to her. "And this is Officer Moore. We're here to speak with a Evelyn Monroe about...."
"Eve? Who's at the door?" Came a rich American voice. Eve nearly balked when she turned and saw Don Juan in jeans and a t-shirt behind her. His mask was still in place, but he looked and sounded as normal as she did. Eve wiped the confusion from her brow in time to answer.
"This is Agent Miller and Officer Moore. They're here to see me." She said. He nodded and opened the door further, allowing them in.
"We're sorry to disturb you, sir." The woman said. "But we got an assault charge against a Mr. Don Juan, and the possible kidnapping of Evelyn Monroe."
At that, Don Juan let out a soft chuckle. "Don't know what you mean. My name is John Marco, and this is my fiancé, Evelyn Monroe, who you can see is obviously not in any danger....of the kind that she wouldn't mind, anyway." He winked at Eve, causing both she and the female cop to blush.
"Right. But that still leaves the assault." The male officer continued, unfazed. "I have a report from a Mr. Mike Winters that he was assaulted by Mr. Marco, that you are his fiancé, and that you are in danger."
Eve snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "Funny, that. He's no relation to me, other than a nuisance. He's been stalking me for the past few weeks, and I can't seem to get it through his head that I am not dating him. Never have, never will."
At this, both cops exchanged looks. "We got that impression." Agent Miller said, smiling. "He seemed a little crazed when he came in. We'll put a restraining order on him if you want. Sorry to have disturbed you two. Have a pleasant afternoon."
With that, both cops left, leaving a very muffled Eve and a very smug Don Juan. Eve whirled on him, her eyes narrowing.
"What's with this get up?" She demanded, pointing to his shirt. Don Juan shrugged, his own eyes flashing.
"I didn't want them staying any longer than they had to. I know how people react to me when they do not know the truth."
"And what exactly is the truth?" Eve huffed, coming to stand in front of him.
Don Juan was quiet for a moment, his dark eyes boring into hers.
"The truth is...." He paused. "The truth is what you make it." He said finally, and resumed his Spanish accent. "Now if you will excuse me, Doña Evelyn, I must change." Eve watched him retreat to his room, her mind in a muddle.
She didn't know what to think, say, or do. Running her fingers through her now disheveled hair, she stalked into the room after him, not angry, just confused. She understood what he was saying....but why had he hidden it from her? Was this all a game to him? Did he just think he was Don Juan? Eve's eyes met his across the bed and she let out a small sigh, resting her hands on her hips.
"Please tell me." She said, her voice a mere whisper. Truth be told, she was beginning to get a little scared. She'd fallen in love with Don Juan Demarco.....so who was John Marco, and.....Eve sat down hard on the bed, burying her face in her hands.
A pair of warm arms wrapped around her slowly, pulling her back against a solid chest. She leaned into his touch, just letting him hold her. She closed her eyes, willing away the events of the past ten minutes, wanting everything to go back to just being Don Juan and Doña Evelyn. Was there someone else? Her mind asked, nagging at her once more. Did he have dual lives?
Eve turned to face him, gasping when she saw he had removed his mask. He stared down at her sadly, his fingers running slowly through her hair. He gave her one lingering kiss before pulling away to sit across from her on the bed.
"Now," He said, the Spanish accent still present. "I will tell you my story, and why it is better to make your own truth."
A/N: Eep. This is a short little chapter for me. Sorry guys.....it just didn't need to be any longer than it was, and I thought it ended at a good point. No, I am not going to type up all about Don Juan's history because A) you've all seen the movie, and B) it's been months since I've seen the movie, and I honestly can't remember all of it. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed it....and there are three (maybe four, depends) chapters left to go with this. :) (sniffle) Please review!
Marlon Brando : RIP, buddy. We will miss you, but your memory will live on through all of your great films, especially Don Juan and The Godfather. :)
Now...without any further ado, I give you all my lovely readers and reviewers, chapter seven! (I'm getting teary eyed cause there isn't much more of this story to go.)
Chapter Seven
Everything was a shiny haze of filtering sunlight, seeping through Eve's eyelids as she struggled to return to her sleep. She'd been having the most exquisite dream full of, well, Don Juan. She smiled at the thought and snuggled deeper into her pillow, wrapping her arms around it's softness and burying her head into it. Each languid rise and fall of the pillow lulled her deeper into sleep. Her eyes snapped open. Pillows didn't move. And they certainly weren't that solid. She blinked, looking down at the chest she was resting on, her blue eyes wide in surprise. Had she? Had they...? Eve turned her head to look at him, finding his enigmatic eyes closed in sleep. One of his arms was draped over the side of the bed, while the other lay wrapped possessively around her hip.
Eve shifted a little, memories of the night they had shared flooding back into her brain. She blushed at the thoughts, burrowing her face deeper into his shoulder to try and erase the red-flush that was sweeping across her face. He stirred, his arm moving up to her waist, squeezing her tightly against him. He mumbled something, and then rolled over so that he was facing her. Eve blinked and looked up into his face, surprised to see his chocolate eyes staring down at her, still hooded with sleep. A small smile played about his lips, causing her to smile in return.
"Good morning." She said softly. He leaned closer and nuzzled her nose with his, the grin growing.
"Good morning, Doña Evelyn." He whispered, his accent thick with sleep. She leaned her head back a bit and traced the outline of his mask with an idle finger, which he promptly caught, pulling her hand into his. " Pleasant dreams, fair Doña?" He asked. Eve smiled secretively and nodded. She found it amazing that just a week ago she would have run screaming from this man. But after last night, and the realization that she loved him.....Eve knew she was a lost cause as far as reality was concerned.
"Can I ask you a question?" She asked softly.
"You could ask me for the world and I would not deny you. What is it that you wish to know?"
"I....." Eve's voice faltered slightly. "Why do you always wear your mask?"
At this, Don Juan's eyes slid closed and he let out a small sigh before opening them again.
"There are things in my past that I am ashamed of." He said, looking anywhere but in her eyes. "I wear it as a reminder that I will never be free of my pain and longing."
Eve blinked, trying to accept the extremely cryptic and evasive answer he had given her. She mentally shrugged, though, deciding that if she loved him for what she knew of him, why couldn't she love him for his faults as well? And then that nagging little voice appeared in her mind again, resurfacing after being crushed by Don Juan's kisses. What if he doesn't love you in return? Eve snorted mentally. It certainly seemed as though he did! The way he had nearly worshipped her, made her feel like the only woman alive in the world, and the way he said her name when in the midst of love-making.....He may not love me the same way I love him, but he does, in his own way. She reasoned. The voice shut up after that, knowing that arguing with her was useless.
"Doña Evelyn....." His Spanish lilted voice drew her from her reverie, causing her to nearly jump. "What are you thinking about?"
Eve shrugged, staring down at their joined hands. "Only that last night was the most incredible night of my life." She answered, looking up to see his eyes dilate slightly with passion. He leaned down, kissing her softly. Instantly, Eve felt herself surrender. Her arms wrapped around him tightly as he rolled over her, pulling her beneath him and deepening the kiss. She pulled away suddenly, staring up at him.
"What is it?" He asked, concern etching itself across his face. "Did I do something wrong?"
Eve laughed, throwing her head back against the pillow. "No, nothing." She said, the smile lingering. "I was just curious again."
He raised a brow. "Curious about what?"
"How you make me feel the way you do." She said softly, twirling a strand of his hair between her fingers. "The way you make me feel so important, make me forget reality, make me never want to leave this bed." He smiled rakishly at her, before capturing her mouth in a kiss so tender that she thought she might die from the sheer sweetness it possessed.
"Would you like me to show you?" He whispered against her mouth, letting his lips begin a trail to her ear, then down her neck to her shoulder. Eve sucked in a breath of air at the contact when he reached a sensitive length of flesh on her throat.
"Yes." She breathed, and then lost all sense of space and time as she let him take over her body once more.
There was a faint knocking on the door. So faint in fact that Eve almost thought she dreamed it. She raised her head from the pillow, her fingers stilling in Don Juan's hair. He remained motionless, his head resting on her stomach.
"Were you expecting anyone?" She asked quietly.
"No," This time he raised his head. "Why do you ask? "
"There's someone at the door." She said, meeting his confused gaze with one of her own. Sliding out from under him, she slipped on his bathrobe and walked out of his bedroom and to the door. Stepping up on her tiptoes to look out the peep-hole, she bit back a squeak of surprise, opening the door slightly.
"Can I help you?" She asked the two officers standing outside the door.
"Yes. I am Agent Miller, "The woman said, then pointed to the man next to her. "And this is Officer Moore. We're here to speak with a Evelyn Monroe about...."
"Eve? Who's at the door?" Came a rich American voice. Eve nearly balked when she turned and saw Don Juan in jeans and a t-shirt behind her. His mask was still in place, but he looked and sounded as normal as she did. Eve wiped the confusion from her brow in time to answer.
"This is Agent Miller and Officer Moore. They're here to see me." She said. He nodded and opened the door further, allowing them in.
"We're sorry to disturb you, sir." The woman said. "But we got an assault charge against a Mr. Don Juan, and the possible kidnapping of Evelyn Monroe."
At that, Don Juan let out a soft chuckle. "Don't know what you mean. My name is John Marco, and this is my fiancé, Evelyn Monroe, who you can see is obviously not in any danger....of the kind that she wouldn't mind, anyway." He winked at Eve, causing both she and the female cop to blush.
"Right. But that still leaves the assault." The male officer continued, unfazed. "I have a report from a Mr. Mike Winters that he was assaulted by Mr. Marco, that you are his fiancé, and that you are in danger."
Eve snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "Funny, that. He's no relation to me, other than a nuisance. He's been stalking me for the past few weeks, and I can't seem to get it through his head that I am not dating him. Never have, never will."
At this, both cops exchanged looks. "We got that impression." Agent Miller said, smiling. "He seemed a little crazed when he came in. We'll put a restraining order on him if you want. Sorry to have disturbed you two. Have a pleasant afternoon."
With that, both cops left, leaving a very muffled Eve and a very smug Don Juan. Eve whirled on him, her eyes narrowing.
"What's with this get up?" She demanded, pointing to his shirt. Don Juan shrugged, his own eyes flashing.
"I didn't want them staying any longer than they had to. I know how people react to me when they do not know the truth."
"And what exactly is the truth?" Eve huffed, coming to stand in front of him.
Don Juan was quiet for a moment, his dark eyes boring into hers.
"The truth is...." He paused. "The truth is what you make it." He said finally, and resumed his Spanish accent. "Now if you will excuse me, Doña Evelyn, I must change." Eve watched him retreat to his room, her mind in a muddle.
She didn't know what to think, say, or do. Running her fingers through her now disheveled hair, she stalked into the room after him, not angry, just confused. She understood what he was saying....but why had he hidden it from her? Was this all a game to him? Did he just think he was Don Juan? Eve's eyes met his across the bed and she let out a small sigh, resting her hands on her hips.
"Please tell me." She said, her voice a mere whisper. Truth be told, she was beginning to get a little scared. She'd fallen in love with Don Juan Demarco.....so who was John Marco, and.....Eve sat down hard on the bed, burying her face in her hands.
A pair of warm arms wrapped around her slowly, pulling her back against a solid chest. She leaned into his touch, just letting him hold her. She closed her eyes, willing away the events of the past ten minutes, wanting everything to go back to just being Don Juan and Doña Evelyn. Was there someone else? Her mind asked, nagging at her once more. Did he have dual lives?
Eve turned to face him, gasping when she saw he had removed his mask. He stared down at her sadly, his fingers running slowly through her hair. He gave her one lingering kiss before pulling away to sit across from her on the bed.
"Now," He said, the Spanish accent still present. "I will tell you my story, and why it is better to make your own truth."
A/N: Eep. This is a short little chapter for me. Sorry guys.....it just didn't need to be any longer than it was, and I thought it ended at a good point. No, I am not going to type up all about Don Juan's history because A) you've all seen the movie, and B) it's been months since I've seen the movie, and I honestly can't remember all of it. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed it....and there are three (maybe four, depends) chapters left to go with this. :) (sniffle) Please review!