This is not a sequel, nor is it a new chapter or even an epilogue, more a little tag-on to the main story that occurred to me one day when I was wondering what Scott made of all this...

Moonlight Becomes Her

I must be getting old.

Why else would I have to get up for a piss in the middle of the night?

Just when I was having the best sleep of my life.

Shit, that was the wall. Don't I even know where my own bathroom door is by now- at least once I'm inside I can turn on the light.

Now that's what I call a jet stream. I don't know where the hell that came from, it's not like I had that much to drink last night.

Too busy doing other things.

Damn, that's much better. I thought my bladder was gonna burst.

Okay, flush, wash, don't look in the mirror- and back to the ol' bed.

Wait, though. Now I'm awake, there's something I want to do.

I want to look at her.

She's facing the other way, towards the window. That's good- there's moonlight coming through. I'm not going to turn on any lights, that'll just wake her up, and I don't want her to know I'm looking.

If I just sit over there on that chair for a few minutes, quiet now...shit, shit, I knew I should've tidied up in here...I'll be able to see her better.

Okay, that's good. She didn't wake. Thank God.

Okay fella- take notes.

She is beautiful. She was always cute, but now she is sublime. Good word. Sublime. Unparalleled. And the great thing is, she doesn't have a clue how beautiful she is.

Her hair, for instance. A thick, silky jet-black cloud that surrounds her little heart shaped face like a frame on a priceless work of art. But she complains she can never do anything with it.

Okay, so that's all girls.

Her skin...well, it's fucking flawless. I can't see a thing wrong with it, from her face to her feet, not a single blemish. But she thinks she's getting wrinkles already, and she's only twenty two.

Go figure.

Her eyes- well, they're closed right now, but they glow like emeralds in candlelight. They dazzle me in daylight. They entice me at twilight, and they seduce me in moonlight.

Her nose? It's as cute as a button.

And her mouth- the taste of her mouth is like manna from heaven, and the things she does with it, those lips and that tongue, pitch me headlong and helpless into the abyss.

She has no idea what she does to me.

She's breathing softly. I can hear the little puffs from her nose. The sheet is bunched at her waist and the creamy curve of her shoulder is just crying out to be kissed. Her arm kind of covers her perfect round breasts, but I can see one of them just peeking out.

She is clutching the pillow with her fingers.

Maybe she's dreaming.

I wonder if she ever dreams about me. I wonder if she's ever dreamed about me.

God knows, I dream about her.

She has a hold over me that she knows nothing about, and I'm sure not ready to tell her yet.

I'm the one in charge, after all.

Okay, that's enough peep show for now, I don't want her thinking I do this kind of thing every night.

I'll just lean down and give her one small kiss, just there on the top of her shoulder.

And maybe have a quick breathe of her skin, that beautiful, warm, sweet scent.

Whoops...that stirred her. Okay, fella, back to your side.

My heavier weight makes her roll back against me. She murmurs softly in her sleep but she doesn't waken.

I'll just fold my arm around her, there, just pull her slightly closer. She likes the comfort of having me behind her in the bed. She says it makes her feel protected.

And if I can make her feel protected-

then maybe I can keep her.