Disclaimer: Not mine, though I wish so badly that (Roger) they were.

Notes: Okay, the thing is, I wrote this for an El Jay community I belong to, and it only took me about twenty mins to write cuz Roger was right there the entire time telling me exactly what to write. No, I'm not psychotic, nor do I hear voices... it's a long story. Just trust me? xDD

Well, either way, I thought I'd post this here since not everyone would have a chance to read it in the El Jay Com, so here it is! Thanks everyone for reading this. It's real short, so enjoy!

Betrayal Of The Mind

I remembered sitting across the room from her. I could feel her eyes staring right through me, like a clear glass bottle… an empty beer bottle. It felt good to know I was wanted… lusted after. It really wasn't anything new, but just knowing someone was watching me. Me… The one person out of at least a dozen in a crowded room.

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of emerald green: sparkling gems of pure beauty, shining radiantly in the dim lighting of the pool hall. She smiled at me. What a vision she was. A passion burned deep within those licentious green eyes as she watched me. I could tell she sought after much more than she was emanating.

I watched as she made her way from one side of the room to the other… her hips swaying from side to side. I shrank under her gaze that seemed to be fixed on me as she approached. She was intimidating, and I'm not easily intimidated. But there was something about her. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"Hi," I remembered saying to her. I remained cool and collective, not allowing her feminine wiles to distract me.

"Hi," She replied back with a grin. An almost innocent grin… that was until she removed the cherry from the drink she held in her hand, and bit it off the stem nice and slowly.

That was hot!

"I'm Roger, what's your name?" I couldn't think of anything else to say. I was at a loss for words, and with good reason.

She smiled mischievously at me. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Her hand reached down between my legs, and gave a gentle squeeze. Completely unexpected.

I gasped at her touch quite loudly, and she grinned cheekily. Clearly this woman went after what she wanted when she wanted, and no one would get in her way. That included me. I breathed heavily as her hand slipped away slowly up to my chest.

"I'm going to kiss you now," she told me, and with no objections whatsoever from my quivering lips, she did.

My eyes immediately shut, savoring the moment for all it was worth. Even if I never took this tantalizing woman home with me, I would at least have the memory of this moment. This… nearly perfect moment.

I felt her lips pull away from me after a few minutes, and I whimpered. I don't whimper. I wanted so much more of this woman… this stranger that had so captivatingly captured my will. I wanted to give her anything and everything she ever wanted, and I wanted to give it to her now. She owned me. I belonged to her.

I could feel the moment slipping… what could I do? If I opened my eyes, would she still be there? I want to feel her soft, sweet lips against mine once more…

I opened my eyes…

"Good morning, sleepyhead," I heard Mark say before his face hovered over mine. "I made you some breakfast. It's not much, but…" his voice faded from my ears as my memories played with my mind.

She was nothing but a dream…