AUTHOR'S NOTES: Wow, thank you again! I feel so special. My personal favorite Rainey quote is: "I don't care; I don't care anymore. I'm gonna smoke; I'm just gonna totally smoke now. I gonna finish smoking this pack and buy another one, and just smoke the shit outta that one." It's so funny. Okay, anyways, yes, I love how he says, "You scared the shit outta me." That is so cute! Oh, and one pin says "I Love Johnny Depp". Another is a really sexy black and white picture of him, and the last one is an Edward Scissorhand pin! I got them all, along with the posters, at the Spectrum in California.
I woke up with a sudden lump in my stomach due to the fact that the Ball was tonight, and a particular question regarding my sizes was echoing in my mind. Bounding down the stairs, I walked into the living room and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. There was Rainey, a soft look caressing his soft face as he lay sleeping on the couch.
Instead of cooking breakfast, like I should have, or even made coffee, I sat down in front of Rainey and watched Mort sleep. I don't know why I did it but I did.
His features were soft and seemed at peace when he was asleep. His eyes were slightly opened, his eyelashes were on the verge of meeting together to finally close. His nostrils opened and closed as he calmly breathed in the air. His mouth was slightly parted, and I had the sudden urge to kiss his pouted lips. His chest moved up and down, in rhythm with his breathing. His left arm was draped over his chest, his right over his forehead. I pulled a strand of stray, dirt-blond hair out of his face, letting my fingers linger on his high cheeks. He mumbled suddenly, but I did not pull away. Instead, I gently cupped his cheek in my hand, cradling it in my palm.
So attractive, I thought suddenly, a soft smile on my face. So perfect.
His eyelashes suddenly came in contact with their bottom matches, but I still would not pull my hand away. His chocolate eyes suddenly stared into mine as he realized that it was me. After a moment of silence, he picked his arm off his forehead and touched it to the back of my head, pulling me closer, and captured his lips with mine, for a soft, tender kiss.
The feeling sent a fiery passion burning through my body. I wanted to meet my lips with his once more, but all I could do was stare at Mort, his fingers still entangled in my hair, softly caressing it. He smiled at me and I returned it, my thumb softly tracing his jaw.
"Good morning, Maddy," he said softly, almost huskily.
"Good morning, Mort," I replied, my voice just as low. "Out of curiosity, how did you know my sizes?"
He smiled slyly as he shifted his weight. "You're about the same size as my ex-wife... well... except..."
I quirked an eyebrow, my curiosity peeked. "Except what?"
A slight blush appeared on his high face and I smiled. "I don't know how to say this without sounding... crude."
"What?" I asked, a small smile on my face. Was Mr. Rainey embarrassed? "Were my boobs bigger than hers?"
Rainey chuckled lightly, extending his index fingers to the sky. "Actually..."
I burst out in a fit of giggles, smacking him lightly. "Mr. Rainey! Wasn't it you who said not to mix business with pleasure?"
His mouth was slightly parted, his eyes diagonally heaven bound. I laughed when he came up with no response and smacked him lightly once again. He grabbed my wrist, however, expecting my playful smacks, and brought me in close, my forehead softly grazing his. Our smiles slowly dropped, however, and I stared into his endless chocolate pools. His arms still grasping mine, he pulled me over to him, slipping his arms around my waist. With my free hand, I touched his face, tilting it up, and our lips met again, this time more passionately. I felt his tongue against my lips, asking to be let in, to roam in my mouth. I parted my lips, and smiled as his tongue entered, quickly exploring every part of my mouth there was to explore.
I moaned as I slowly got on top of him, sitting on his stomach, never breaking the kiss. I gently bit down on his tongue, teasing it as it merged with mine. He moaned, pulling me closer, closing any gap between us there once. I felt his rock-hard chest beneath mine and a new, pleasurable aura rip through me. I wanted him badly, right then, right there.
But I knew I had to stop.
I pulled away and smiled softly as I heard him softly whimper. His eyes searched mind, as if asking what he did wrong. I leaned down by his ear and explained, "If we go any farther, I know I won't be able to stop."
"Are you even sure you want to stop?" he asked and I smiled lightly as I felt his nose brush softly against my ear. "But," he continued, his hot breath on my neck, "I'm not gonna face you to do something you don't want to do."
I smiled at the comment but made no move to get off of him, sitting up on him.
"I'm nervous," I said suddenly, feeling his forearms resting on my knees.
"You have nothing to be worried about, Maddy," he said. "You're... okay at dancing..."
His voice trailed off and I burst out laughing, playfully smacking his forearms. "Hey, at least I know how to dance... sort of..."
He chuckled and took a stray lock of my hair, twirling it around his long index finger. "You'll be fine. Besides, if you do step on my feet..."
I smiled slyly and leaned over him, our noses slightly brushing. "Every woman in there will be all over you."
"But there's only woman I want," he whispered back, and pulled me into a soft kiss.
I smiled through the kiss and mumbled, "I have to take a shower."
He smiled and I lifted my head slightly. "What time are we leaving?"
He frowned slightly, and stared at the ceiling. "It starts at eight and we need to beat the traffic.... about five, I guess."
"Oh no!" I suddenly moaned, sitting up again. "I don't have any make up... or anything."
He smiled widely, cupping my cheek in his hand. "Don't worry, Maddy. I got you covered."
I quirked an eyebrow and he continued with mock-anger, "What?! Did you think I would buy you just the dress? I'm not stupid, ya know. I bought matching shoes, completely assuming the sizes, and make up."
I smiled. "You know, you didn't have to do that, right?"
"I know," he said. "But I wanted to."
I smiled at his words and placed a soft kiss on his pointed nose, getting off of him carefully. "I'm gonna take a shower," I said. "Would you like me to make coffee or breakfast or anything before I go up?"
He shook his head, sitting up, and said, "But that was one hell of a good way to wake up."
Changing into a pair of loose jeans and a light sweater, I walked out of the bathroom, my hair still damp. I quirked an eyebrow when I found Mort sitting at his desk, a blank expression on his face. His eyes flashed into mine, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.
"What's up?" I asked curiously, walking over to him.
"Writer's block," he mumbled distastefully.
"Hmmm," I said, thinking hard. "What part?"
"Okay," Mort said, clapping his hands together. "The story is about a man who moves to an old house in France. His neighbor is an outcast, but she befriends him and soon the two are inseparable. So they're at his house, right? And, you know, it's a horror story as well as a romance, but I'm having trouble getting the two in the basement... where the horror begins."
I lifted my finger and placed it on my chin, thinking hard. "What if they hear a noise down there?" I suggested after a moment.
He scrunched his eyebrows. "Too cliché," he said and I nodded, agreeing.
"What if... they went down there to get a beer... or something?" I said, my eyes dancing. "That way, they don't expect anything!"
He pursed his lips, his two index fingers under his chin, his other fingers intertwined. "I guess that could work," he said, smiling slightly and pushing his glasses back up on his nose. "Yes, actually, that will work."
"That was easy," I said, shrugging. "How long were you working on that?"
"A week or so," he said, his fingers jabbing at his keyboard rapidly.
I watched him for a moment, a humorous smile on my lips. He looked up at me, his brown eyes slightly confused. "What?"
I shook my head, the smile still on my face. "Nothing," I said. "It's just, you look very cute when you're frustrated."
He quirked an eyebrow, a smug smile upon his face. "Is that so?" he said and stood up, walking over to me. He snaked his arms around my waist and placed his forehead against mine.
"What happened to your writer's block?" I asked, almost embarrassed by how husky it sounded.
"I'm startin' to get ideas," he said with a wink and I smiled. "Madison... I wanted to tell you something."
I remained silent as he softly continued. "I... I love you."
My heart fluttered at the three words I never thought I would hear anyone say to me. My soul burst with excitement and I pulled him into a deep kiss, failing to conceal the smile hat tugged against my lips.
"I love you to, Mort," I whispered into his ear, my hand softly caressing his hair. "I love you too."
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Say it with me now: awww! This is my favorite chapter now, so much fluffiness. Stay tuned for the Ball, and some very romantic chapters coming up, if you get my drift. And there's much more drama coming up! Thanks for sticking with me and please review! Okay, another random poll, what's everyone's astrological sign?