Lady In Red
"Stephanie. Stephanie. Stephanie." He rests his hand on her side of the bed and whispers softly to himself before he closes his eyes and falls asleep. His breathing slows down and becomes even. His exhausted heart stops aching. His restless brain lets go of all the tension and hurt as his body relaxes. But still his soul holds on tighter to all his happy memories as he flies and floats across the border between dreams and reality.
Soft fluffy curls. Bright blue eyes. Long slender limbs. White delicate skin. Slightly parted lips. He smiles as once again he smells the familiar sweet perfume and senses the familiar warmth. She looks stunning in this beautiful strapless red dress. He raises his hand to gently touch her face. His finger lingers on her lower lip. Her beauty and happiness wrap around him and something deep down within his sad stubborn being melts away soundlessly. He has known her for so long that she feels like a part of him. Every curve. Every inch. Every smile. Every intimate little secret. He remembers and knows too well. Star-crossed lovers. Unrequited love. Fate's cruel trick. Lost happiness. Broken dreams. The pleasant tingling sensation on the back of his neck makes him turn around from the mirror. A shiver runs through him as he meets the eyes of a tall familiar man.
Eyes like burning black diamonds hold him captive. He can not move. He can not blink. A thousand emotions and sensations soar through his body. A strange strong longing grasps hold of his soul. A slow flame burns in his belly. His heart skips a beat and he feels dizzy. Tiny glistening drops of water. Smooth muscular chest. Sculpted abs. Flawless Mocha Latte skin. The seductive, enchanting scent of Bulgari. Compelling desires. Invincible love. His eyes glaze over. A small inviting moan escapes his lips. Ranger. Naked. All those stolen kisses in that small narrow alley. That perfect night years ago. The silvery beach of Hawaii. He blushes and shivers excitedly at the vivid memories. He just wants to place his exploring hands on that perfect bare chest. He just wants to taste that perfect almost smiling lips. He just wants to lick the water off that glorious yummy body. He just wants him to forget the late night party and tear that beautiful red dress off his body and once again claims him as his right here, right now. He's Batman. He's the Men of Mystery. He's sensuous and gentle. He's wild and demanding. He's the Wizard. He's magic. He just wants to hear him whisper "Babe" in his ear...
Babe?
Huh?
Realization hits him like a brick. He widens his eyes in sheer terror. He opens his mouth but can't make a single sound. His horrified scream freezes in his throat. He wants to cross his arms in front of his exposed chest. He wants to hide behind the thin fabric. He wants to turn around and run away like there's no tomorrow. But he can't move a limb. His damn body has a will of its own. He's frightened and aroused. He's panic and aflame with lust. He takes a small tempting step toward Ranger. A sweet evil smile blossoms on his face. Very very slowly he licks his lips, making sure the tip of his tongue catches Ranger's attention. Large firm hands grab hold of his waist. The heat radiating off the perfect naked Mocha Latte body sips into his skin. Crazy Hungarian hormones and unruly desires take control of him. Ranger leans in and lowers his head for a scorching bone-melting kiss. His eyes roll back into the back of his head. Darkness swallows him. He faints and loses his consciousness.
He's trapped inside Stephanie's body. And he has never been kissed like this...