Maureen

by electrakitty74

Mark works up the courage to talk to Maureen about his feelings. This was originally written for challenge 62 at speedrent, but I couldn't get it to comply with all the requirements, so I wrote something else for that challenge and decided to post this a

Maureen.

Even her name. It's . . . it's goddess-like. It's magic, it's a charm. I can't think it enough, can't say it enough.

Maureen.

Benny can't stand her. Roger tolerates her. Collins likes everyone. I . . . I can't help worshiping her. She's lively, alive, vibrant, beautiful in a way which says "Fuck off" to the whole world. Even though we've only known each other a few days I know she's the one. I know it. In her eyes I see children, grandchildren, even.

Maureen.

I look at her scarlet lips and want to kiss them. Want her to hold me down and do things I've only fantasized about. Things which make me blush to think about.

Maureen.

She's everything I've ever wanted to be. She's strong, opinionated, intelligent, fearless, creative. Maybe if she were mine, some of that would transfer to me.

Maureen.

I want to fight with her, want to laugh with her, want to stay inside and make love on rainy days. I want her to be my one and only. Nothing will change until she knows.

Here goes . . .

"Maureen?"