Written for Mary Rose 1/27/05
One
more kiss could be the best thing
But one more lie could be the
worst
And all these thoughts are never resting
And you're not
something I deserve
In my head there's only you now
This world
falls on me
In this world there's real and make believe
And
this seems real to me
Beka cranked up the sound on
the player until she could feel the music pounding through her. This
was a rare disk, pristine and still in the wrapper when she'd
bought it on Tessler Drift. The clerk in the store had seemed
unimpressed and Beka could hardly believe how little she'd paid for
it.
She opened the box lying on the bed and pulled out the dress
Bobby had bought for her. It was silk and emerald green. She reveled
in the cool sensation of it sliding across her bare skin. It fit her
like a glove, backless, strapless and slit up the side clear to the
curve of her hip.
Moving to the beat of the music she turned to
check her reflection in the mirror. Gold pins sparkled in her copper
hair and her lipstick was just the shade of red that made you think
of strawberries.
You love me but you don't know who I
am
I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand
And
you love me but you don't know who I am
So let me go
Let me
go
Beka dabbed a little bit of perfume behind her
ears and between her breasts. On impulse she put on some of Bobby's
cologne too. She closed her eyes; the scent reminded her strongly of
his strong arms holding her, keeping her safe.
Bobby was the only
constant in her life right now. He was her anchor in the storm that
had been her life since the death of her father.
Bobby gave her
the courage to do what she wanted, with him beside her, she could do
anything. It didn't hurt that he was the most handsome man she'd
ever met or that he could make her scream in ecstasy with just a
touch.
She smiled at her reflection. Tonight would be special;
they'd make enough money with this last run to indulge in a few
well-deserved treats. New clothes for both of them, another cd to add
to her growing collection and Bobby had promised more surprises at
dinner, which he was at this very moment preparing.
Beka danced out into the hall, humming along with the music still blaring from the speakers.
I dream ahead to what I hope for
And
I turn my back on loving you
How can this love be a good thing
When I know what I'm goin through
Bobby had
refused to even give her the tiniest of hints as to what he'd been
doing while she showered and dressed. Whatever he'd cooked for them
smelled deliciously spicy. She laughed as she caught sight of him
peeking around the corner. He looked striking in a fitted black long
sleeved shirt and black pants.
"You look incredible." He
said.
"Thank you," she caught one of his hands in both of her,
brought it to her mouth and nibbled on his fingers, "I'm very
hungry."
"Me too." He pulled her close, kissing along the
side of her neck. "You smell amazing. What are you wearing?"
"You."
Beka moaned.
In my head there's only you now
This
world falls on me
In this world there's real and make believe
And this seems real to me
Dinner was
forgotten as they danced, holding tight to one another.
"I love
you Beka." Bobby whispered.
She felt like she was dancing on
air, "I love you Bobby Jensen."
"I want to be with you like
this forever." He kissed her and Beka could taste the sweet wine on
his tongue.
Their steps took them back to her room.
"Is this
part of my surprise?" Beka smiled.
"You get to unwrap it
now."
"Really and what is it?"
"Look and see." Bobby
unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, Beka pushed his hands away
and undid the rest, pulling the shirt off and tossing it aside.
"I
like it."
Tattooed on the left side of his chest were the words
'Beka, my Valentine Forever.'
She kissed the colorful script,
then stepped back letting the dress pool around her ankles.
Fini
