I'm back! I am so so so so so sorry! I had the worse case of writer's block tat I have ever had.

But with no further ado…the chapter!

Warning, slight mature make up scenes.

Disclaimer. I don't own Monsters, Inc or any of the characters in the movie.

Chapter 4

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Danielle stared at the note less pages and textbooks, blinking back tears as she remembered the fight that she and Randall had a last night. They hadn't talked since then. He spent all night out in the barn as she cried herself to sleep in bed, only Bread and Butter for company. When she had gotten up that morning, coffee had been made, but Randall was nowhere in sight. When she finished her breakfast and coffee and then grabbed her bag and keys, she had headed out to the old truck. She looked to the barn where she knew he was. She saw a pair of green eyes starring at her and then they disappeared. Danielle had closed her eyes tight in pain and then got in the truck and drug herself through the day.

She was now back at the library to do her studying, though she couldn't think, all she could think of was the fight and struggle hard on not to fall apart.

"D? What's wrong suga?" Liss sat down next to her friend. All day she had noticed that Danielle was miserable.

Danielle shook her head. "Nothin'…" Her voice cracked.

"D, Hon, you was always a terrible liar…"

The tears then fell. "Liss…I…I screwed it all up!" her head then fell into her hands and she cried out what happened, leaving out why she was scared that Randall could be taken away. The fact that he wasn't human at all.

Liss listened and then wrapped Danielle into a hug and held her tight. "Oh Danielle…why would he be taken away? Is he some escaped convict?"

Danielle laughed despite herself. "No…he…" Danielle looked up at Liss. "Did you ever believe in monsters?"

Liss looked her strangely, "Danielle…we live in Louisiana the most ghost infested state in the US…most everyone believes in a ghost or two…and monsters…well why not?"

"What would you do if you met one?" Danielle asked carefully.

"It depends…is he going to eat me?" Liss smirked.

Danielle again laughed before she could help it. "No…"

"Then he's a friendly monster….hmm ask if he's single?" Liss cracked as she began to laugh.

"Liss! I'm serious!" Danielle snapped.

"So am I. Men are monsters anyway…some just look more monsterly then others." Liss pulled out a piece of gum and began to chew it.

Danielle stared at her and then began to gather her things up. "Forget it…I got to get home," she mumbled.

Liss did the same and followed her out. When they got to their car and truck, Liss hugged the shorter young woman. "You kick Randall a new one for me will ya?"

Danielle snorted, "That is if he will leave the barn."

Liss shook her head and started to get in her car, she then stopped, "Hey D…remember the talk on the monsters…that made me remember…when I was about 7... I think I remember this huge white Bigfoot that came out of my closet…he didn't scare me…made me giggle now that I remember it… what?" She noticed that Danielle was staring at her wide-eyed.

"Nothing…" Danielle then got into her truck and pulled out and drove off.

Liss stared at the red taillights of the fading truck. "D, I hope you work it out with him…I never saw you have it this bad…" Liss mumbled as she got into her car.

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Danielle was watching a rather bad situation comedy on television, sitting on the couch, when she felt large strong hands on the back of her neck. She jumped as a long body pressed up against her back as Randall slinked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. Her shoulders and neck was tense and hard under his fingers. She felt him beginning to rub her shoulders, massaging them with firm strokes. Unlike last time she didn't twist away, but welcomed it.

"Randall…." her voice broke some.

"Danielle," Randall's voice took on an unaccustomed tenderness and humbleness. "You know I'm sorry, right? What more do I have to say? I don't wanna fight with you."

"I know, Randall." Danielle turned to look at him. "But you really hurt me with the accusations…I want you to meet them…"

"I didn't mean… Danielle… I… I was a giant idiot. I get that," said Randall. He kissed her shoulder felling her shiver. "But…can you tell me why you was so hesitant?"

Danielle sniffed and turned to look at him where he was sitting behind her on the couch. "I'm scared Randall. I'm scared that they might let it slip of what you are. Face it Randall…as human as you are to me…there are others that might not think so…I mean, you see the movies…the monster is usually always…" Danielle swallowed, "Killed…that's why I'm unsure of them…of any one meeting you. I love you…I don't want you taken away…"

Randall stared at her taking it in. why hadn't he known!? Why hadn't he? The answer had been there all the time… but had had been to scared…too worried that he would lose her…lose everything again. They had essentially been scared of the same damned thing! "Danielle…"

"I love you Randall…and I would love for you to met them…and no matter what they say…do…I will not give you up…" She reached out then and touched him. She had always loved to touch him. She ran her hands over his large wide and flat head. She touched his deep scar and dent on the side of his crest that was still healing and sensitive after even six months. Her hands moved to his long smooth fronds and brushed them back and he shivered. Her hands moved down to his neck and then narrow shoulders.

Randall then pressed his head to hers. "I'm sorry Danielle. When you think it best. One step at a time." He then did the same to her; he touched her cheeks with his large rounded fingertips, running the velvet soft ridges across her face. His hands going into her long thick and soft red brown hair, hair that had lightened to a brighter red in the coming spring and summer months. He ran his fingers through her hair, hair that he loved to touch and smell.

"I am too Randall…" she touched his face again. She loved him. She loved his wit, his sarcasm, his temper and even his clinginess. She loved how he seemed to need and not just want her. Never had she thought she needed a man, and she was sure she didn't…but she herself needed Randall, and no other.

"Danielle…" Randall's voice was now husky. She lifted her head, and his mouth descended on hers. She met the kiss eagerly, his thin but strong arms felt strong and firm around her as he pulled her closer to his body. She could feel his hands clearly against her back through the cotton shirt and suddenly the thin material was entirely too bulky. She wanted him, it was sweet torture to feel his mouth against her own, his sharp strong teeth nipping and scarping her lips and tongue. Randall was no longer shy, no longer needed coaxing.

Danielle smiled against his mouth before she kissed him. First, her hand trailed over his chest, the only warning he had was the wicked gleam in her eyes before she pushed him down on the couch, kissing him with all the longing and love she had.

Randall couldn't help himself but to respond most empathically. His arms, on their own accord, one set wrapped around her waist, the other cupped her head running the silky strands through his fingers as his mouth hungrily devouring hers, his long tongue sliding in and out of the warm depths. Each time was like the first. Hungry. Passionate. Tumultuous.

Danielle bent down to press a warm kiss to his lips and then down his long neck, nipping at the scales.

Randall's eyes closed at the feel of her silken lips against his skin, growling deeply as her tongue continued in the same path. His hands, which were holding her waist, were bunching the material tightly.

Danielle's boldness slid into shyness, as her shirt was pulled off. Here she was giving herself completely to him. It was both frightening and exciting. She never felt this way when she and her few past lovers were intimate.

Tentatively, she maneuvered his hands to the clasp of her bra and with deliberate delicacy Randall pressed kisses to her collarbone, conveying his reverence to her.

Randall turned them on the couch so she was on the bottom and he kissed her a little more deeply. Danielle moaned softly against his mouth. His kisses still left her breathless and it was a very welcome sensation. Her leg curled over his side and she rubbed her foot along the length of his body. He shifted so he was lying directly where he wanted to be as she turned her head to the side so he could lave his tongue along her neck and gently bite down on it.

The rest of her clothing soon fell to the floor and within seconds, Danielle and Randall were joined as one body, moving to the same rhythm as their heartbeats drummed in time. This was what it felt to be loved.

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Danielle lay in bed with Randall's long body presses against hers and wrapped around her. She was running her fingers along his back as his large head rested on her belly. She down at him and caught his eyes, noticing the contented look he had there. It made her feel wonderful that they had made up. She hated to fight with him. Though it was sometime inevitable, she still hated the fights. Danielle loved him like no other.

Randall growled softly in his throat, something that could be described as a half purr. He was happy that he had swallowed his pride. He was the one in the wrong; he jumped to a wrong conclusion and was cruel and mean to her. He had finally given in and went to her. He replayed his apology. It was weak, and he had jumping right into sex with her. He then closed his eye. No it was sex. The voiced apology was weak, but his make up wasn't. he had shown how sorry he was. Even when they moved their activities to the bedroom.

The way she talked to him, the why she loved him; it should that she forgave him. No one in his life, and he said this in complete honesty, had ever took the time to listen to him. Was that something everyone had? Someone to listen to them? Someone to trust? He had never had that. Not in a very long time. But with Danielle it was different. Whenever he needed someone to talk to, whether it was important or not, he knew that she would listen to him, and she would not hold anything he said against him…or at least for a very long time.

Randall loved listening to her as well. Whenever she got extremely excited about something her eyes would light up and she would talk faster than he had ever thought was possible. She tried so hard to speck proper English, slow and clearly, but when she got excited her accent slipped in and he sometimes had a hard time understanding her.

He too loved and needed her. More then she knew and more then he wanted to admit. He heaved a sigh.

"You alright Randall?" Her soft voice asked.

"Yea…you know…when ever you are ready…or feel that they are ready…"

"I think Liss might."

"What?" He lifted his head and looked at her.

"Trust me. I think…. she could handle it…" Danielle scratched under his chin and he closed his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Now let's sleep…I still have work and school tomorrow." She smirked some as Randall grumbled and twisted around and put his head up on his pillow and then pulled her close to his warm scaly body. She would think of a way so he could begin to meet more people. Her concentration was swayed as she felt the light caresses of Randall's lips pressed along the back of her neck. She giggled softly and caresses became soft, kisses stolen every few seconds until the couple drifted off to sleep, not once letting go of the other.