Hello again! This is the second part of my first Roxy/Rube endeavour. Thanks to those of you who haveR&R the others, this is for you of course! I hope it's rated correctly (I'm not very familiar with this system)...
Characters: Roxy/Rube
Abstract: What did you think was going to happen between Roxy and Rube? Is it what you thought?
Disclaimer: Dead Like Me and its characters are the creation of Bryan Fuller et al. and copy written under MGM/Showtime/etc. No infringement of their rights is intended. The stories written under the penname Gabigail, however, do belong to me. None are written for profit and are intended for entertainment purposes only.
Another quick note: Flying is preformed by Bryan Adams and is copy written under the label: Interscope (far as I can tell).
A Place For Your Homeless Heart Part Two
"Roxy, don't go." I whisper, in response she freezes and looks up at me.
I'll be the home, to your homeless heart.
Amanda Stott, Homeless Heart –Chasing the Sky
In reaction to my plea, her expression softens as its captured by the soft glow of the fire, and if only for a moment the look in her eyes reveals far more than I think I've seen in the twenty-one years I've known her. I am quick in closing the distance between us, not wanting to let her go just yet. She parts her lips as if to say something, perhaps to protest my sudden bold cry, but in that moment there is a violent crash of thunder and the sky is illuminated by the accompanying lightening. Then the power, well what few lights I had on, are cut off and we are left to bask in the soft glow of the flames that dance, consuming the crackling logs, in the fireplace.
It's almost like a moment stolen from a book or film. Besides the sporadic sounds emitting from the fireplace, is the constant downpour outside and the illumination of my flat by the lightning, I take my time in reaching out towards her and gingerly stroking her cheek. She stares into my eyes and covers my hand with hers, guiding it to her lips and gently pressing them against the palm of my hand, sending a shiver throughout my body. Pulling me towards her, I wrap her petite frame protectively in my arms and let my fingers deftly wander down her shoulder blades towards the small of her back, caressing the soft fabric of her turtleneck, all in an attempt to find the courage to capture her lips with my own. I kiss her temple and she cups my cheek with her small hand and lowers my lips to her own in a passionate kiss that could stop time.
"Roxy." My voice is horse even in my own ears, as my breath is caught in my throat.
"What? Can't a girl initiate a little something, something?" tilting her head to the side, she asks with such an amazing twinkle in her eyes, I smile in response before capturing her lips with my own. It's strange, but while I had envisioned this moment and what it might be like, I never dreamt its reality.
And as most romance novels and movies go, there is that point of no return, which we mutually cross and somewhere, somehow we entangle ourselves in twenty-one years of unknown mutual love being realised. With emotions now freed, in between long passionate kisses, the pitter-patter of rain continues against the windows and is now joined with the sounds of the rustle of fabric, the unzipping of zippers, and the swish of articles of clothing as they are left in our wake as we make our way towards the bed.
If you ever feel like you're gonna fall- oh I'll be there
and if you ever feel down or feel small -oh don't despair
and if you ever feel lost or feel alone - babe c'mon home
lets just make love - all night
lets just hold on - so tight
lets make it last - for life
I won't let you go
Ya we're flying - feels just like flying
we're such a long way up - from the ground
just u and me flying - so high 'n I'm never gonna come down
every time you turn around and wanna run - oh come to me
when every little dream comes undone - oh don't worry
lets just make love - all night
lets just hold on - so tight
lets make it last - for life
I won't let you go
ya we're flying so high and…
we're never gonna come down…you and me
Slowly I seem to come to, I don't hear any rain, but the suns warm rays seem to beckon me from my comfortable state. I'm almost afraid to open my eyes for fear that last night was merely another dream, but the evidence is very real. Nestled within my arms, pressed warmly against my body is a sound asleep Roxy, the scent of her body lotion on my pillows and still on my skin. Taking a quiet, deep breath, I inhale the soft berry scent of her shampoo. I have to keep reminding myself that this is real, to just inhale this moment. The mixture of her vanilla body lotion and berry shampoo is so very intoxicating, but I know, as with most pleasant experiences, this too must end, but if it must, it will be as tenderly as it had begun.
I sneak one last vanilla/berry breath before kissing that wonderfully special spot at the base of her neck, which results in the desired affect, sending a shiver through her body.
"Good morning." I whisper in her ear through the brightest smile, I couldn't hide it even if I wanted to, as she settles herself in my embrace so that she can see me.
"Good morning." She replies, returning my smile, with one of her own.
"Sleep okay?" I ask, hoping I hadn't snored, how embarrassing would that be?
"Like a baby and I haven't slept like that in years. I have no idea what you did to me." She takes my hand in hers and entwines her fingers with mine. "so what is this?" she asks, probably assuming that last night was just that and that we'd merely continue on as though nothing had happened, and I'm not about to let her think that's how I feel about her. I want her to know that I'm looking for so much more. I take a deep breath with hope that it will assist me in vocalising my thoughts and feelings.
"Roxy, I am not one for one night stands. I'm sure you know me better than that. I think we're well beyond the traditional conversation that would normally take place right about now." I kiss the top of her head as she runs her fingers along my arm, sending a shiver down my spine.
"I know. I honestly wouldn't know what to say anyways. Let's not spoil this wonderful moment with words, why don't we just be?" her suggestion is music to my ear, music to my very soul and I smile with a nod before kissing her again.
"One tiny detail." I whisper in her ear.
"Leave them out of it. They don't need to know." She says with a giggle. "I like a good secret." She adds with a content sigh and we stay like this for a while longer.
"Yeah, me too." I cannot help but agree with her logic on that point. "But we really ought to make our way to the waffle house." I groan, looking at the time.
"I don't want to move." She pouts slightly as I make a move to get up. I want to shower before I dress. In a playful manner, she reaches out, grabbing my hand and pulling me back. This is a side of Roxy, I enjoy being privy to, but right now, I'm not on my clock. I'm on deaths.
"Perhaps we will be able to continue this another time?" I say with a broad, warm smile. She twists her lips into a slight pout and looks away, looking back at me with a devilish grin.
"We could do that." She replies through that grin, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "I'll let myself out and meet you at the waffle house?"
"You're not joining me?" I ask with a mock suave expression.
"If I join you, don't count on us getting to the restaurant to meet the crew. Somehow I doubt that would make upper management happy." She says still smiling at the thought of taking me up on my invitation.
"Well, seeing that you put it that way." I say as I tie my bathrobe around my waist. "I'll see you later." She smiles as I lean over and kiss her. Oh I wish it were night, so that this kiss would never end, but reality is what it is and we have the world of reaping to get to.
"Why don't you freshen up before I hog the bathroom." I suggest as she wraps her body in the sheet and collects her clothes. I know that she going to go home and shower before she dresses, but it's always nice to run a comb through your hair and use a little mouthwash to feel more human. It's strange how you feel so naked or guilty when you leave the flat of another after a night such as last night, it feels like every person you pass looks at you with a disapproving gaze.
She emerges looking just as fine as she did when she appeared on my doorstep last night. I'm sure that with half a chance, I'd skip meeting the crew and stay in bed all day with her.
"See you soon." She says as she makes her way towards me for a goodbye kiss.
"Until then." I smile and gently take her hand in mind and place a gentle kiss its top. She smiles as I get her coat and hold it out for her to sip her arms in. I rest my hands on her shoulders, kiss her neck one last time, sneaking a whiff of her body lotion. I open the door for her and lean against the frame and watch as she seems to float down the hallway to the elevator.