Chapter Four: Love?

Rated R for a short love scene.

The set up for the fashion show was finished for the day and Fox was heading to Julie's apartment. Julie had planned a romantic evening for the two of them, but the truth was, Fox couldn't get Miss Lopez-Fitzgerald out of his head. It was foolish of him, he thought, to be thinking about another woman when he should be thinking of Julie. He wanted to hit himself over the head everytime a thought popped into his brain. Fox sat quietly in the back of the cab that he had crawled into. His right arm lay on the door rest while the other rested on his knee. Julie had left him early so she could set up for the evening. He was very tired, almost unable to speak. His slumberous, chocolate brown eyes were hard to keep open as cars hurriedly passed him and the tune of some classical music passed through his ears. He breathed in deeply, trying to stay awake, and let it go just as the driver pulled up to Julie's apartment building.

He was surprised to see Theresa walking into the building, but then the moments of this morning ran through his head. He very fastly got out of the car to catch up with her. In some hurried steps, he was just behind her as he spoke, "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Miss Fashion Designer herself."

Theresa just turned around as she pressed the button to enter into the elevator. She replied tiredly, "Fox! What are you doin' here? Do you live here? Because I remember seeing you on the elevator this morning."

"Nope. Can't say I do. But, my friend, Julie lives here. I mean--my friend, my girlfriend."

"Ahhh. I see," said Theresa smiling as she walked into the spacious elevator with it's beautiful red carpet. She stood in the back of the elevator while Fox leaned his back against the left side; his hands holding on to the bars.

Fox smiled as he settled back to study her profile. She looked extremely tired, probably from the days work. Her eyes were droopy, and little wisps of hair had fallen out of her pony tail, laying around the sides of her face.

Theresa looked up at his face, and into his eyes just for a moment before looking down at her feet. She noticed that his eyes were amused, but she could tell that he was very tired and obviously didn't want to be talking with her. He was on his way to see Julie. Julie was so sweet today, thought Theresa, Just right for someone like Fox.

"Soo. Theresa. How long have you been in the fashion business?"

Theresa sighed and then answered, "Oh, about three years."

"You're really good at it."

"Really? You think so?"

"From what I've picked up today, yeah. You're really organized and I can most definitely tell that this job really means something to you."

"It does," replied Theresa, "It's been my life-long dream. Ever since I was a little kid. That and getting married."

"Hhmm. Yeah. Marriage. I don't really know much of that word. But life-long dreams. Yeah, I've heard that before. I've always wanted to work in business. I wasn't exactly for sure at the time, but I love what I do now."

"Well, I'm glad. When I first met you today, you seemed really like the boss type. Someone who really gets the job done. Someone who is really powerful. To tell you the truth, I was intimidated by you."

"Oh Yeah?"

"Yup," laughed Theresa just as the elevator door opened. Fox chuckled to himself as he placed his hand on her back, guiding her out of the elevator and into the hall.

"Well, I'll guess I'll see you around," replied Fox as he muttered, "Shortie," under his breath.

"What did you just call me?" said Theresa, turning around in the hallway to face him.

"Shortie," replied Fox, smiling, " You gotta admit, you're pretty short."

Theresa opened her mouth as if she was shocked, but there was a sence of playfullness to it, which made Fox laugh.

"Don't you laugh at me, bub," replied Theresa.

Fox smiled that sly grin of his as he moved a few steps closer. "I can laugh at whomever I choose." As Fox stood about a foot away from her, he caught the faintest drift of her scent. It reminded him of vanilla. The same scent that he used to smell at his house back home in Harmony.

Theresa giggled as she replied, "Is that right?"

"Yup."

Theresa lifted the newspaper that she carried and bopped him on the head before taking off in a hurried walk. "Gotta go. C-Ya tomorrow, Mr. Crane."

Fox smiled as he watched her walk away, put the key into her door, and walk in. It was strange to him. He felt like she was someone he had met before, someone he could be himself around. He sighed as he scratched his head and cursed under his breath before entering into Julie's apartment.

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"Hey, baby," said Julie just as Fox entered into her room.

"Hey there." He looked at her. She was wearing a thin-strapped red dress. He had to admit that she was looking nice. "Nice dress."

"Thanks. Guess what I got under it?" She said, seductivly. Fox just stared at her as she grabbed his hand and pushed it under her dress. Fox was stunned to find nothing there. She, very slowly, ran his hand up to her breasts and molded his fingers around them as he rubbed slightly.

It was like this all the time. Julie always planned romantic evenings and they always ended up having sex. No dinner, no bubble baths. Just sex. Neither complained and they both said each and every day that they loved eachother. However, Fox wondered why love was always talked about amoung people. They always said that falling in love was the greatest thing that could ever happen to a person. It didn't seem all that great to him. He never felt full inside. He never felt warm, that's for sure. But this was love. It had to be. When Fox was younger, he was the ultimate player. He loved women. He never got to know them and he sure as hell didn't stay with them very long to at least stay in a lasting relationship. He got that way from his father, or at least, that's what he told himself everyday. He always heard about true love and he wanted to find it. When he first saw Julie, he knew that it she was his true love. He wanted to be with her from the moment he layed eyes on her and now he was finally with her.

A couple minutes later, they were both naked on the bed. Harsh animal pants rang through the house. She was continuously saying his name over and over in gasps and whimpers as her sweaty skin clamped to his. The thud of body against body, and the slick feel of her skin against his was enough for him. She moved with him. She never stopped and never slowed as they had great sex all through the night.

Fox knew that in the morning, he would feel lousy. Deep down in his heart, Fox knew that what he was doing now wasn't what he wanted. But, of course, Fox had never experienced love before and had no idea what to expect.

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Theresa threw her keys on the little table beside the door as she headed for the bathroom. Here she washed her face, took out her pony tail and brushed her hair, and brushed her teeth. Next she headed to her room and slipped into her night gown. She then walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk. The moments with Fox in the elevator ran throughout her head. For some reason, she had the urge to learn more about him. Ever since she started this fashion design business, she never had the time for a steady relationship. She never hooked up with anyone. She basically just kept to herself and her steamy romance novels. Theresa knew that one day, she wanted to settle down with someone. It was the other half of her dream. Right now, though, her dream was very lonely. And besides Clarissa, Theresa had no one really to confide in. [i]Why are all the men I speak to unavailable?[/i] she asked herself. Theresa would never make the first move on a guy. Some people called her old-fashioned. But she wanted the guy to make the move first.

She very hurridly finished her milk as she trudged back to her room. She turned on her fan and crawled into bed, preparing to read her romance novel because it was getting very interesting.

She began on chapter ten and ended up at chapter fifteen before she switched off the lights and went to do her favorite thing. Dream.