Chapter 30 "Sweet Dreams" December 20, 1983 (Five weeks earlier)

(Song suggestion: "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurhytmetics)

Egon

After preventing her from leaving me for the final time, Janine and I spent the day and evening together after "warming up" in my office. We had a voracious appetite for each other and wanted to consummate our relationship as soon as possible. Our already strong emotional bond and love for each other would only strengthen with the addition of intimacy.

While at her apartment, Janine slept in my arms for the first time since the gala, as I devised a plan to make our first intimate night unforgettable. Now, I was just enraptured just to be in the same bed as her and to listen to her gentle snoring in my ear.

"Last night, I was in bed worrying, tossing, and turning about Lloyd taking Janine out this weekend. Now I am planning a romantic date out because I told her how much I love her, and she miraculously still loves me," I thought.

Conscientiously, I took an inventory of the facts and my plan thus far: Janine was off on Saturday and Sunday. I would call the famous — Hotel in the morning where the Ghostbusters had performed a job, and they might be willing to give me a couple of free nights. The plan was to eat dinner at the hotel's famous restaurant and then attend the New York Symphony winter concert that my parents gifted me for Hanukkah in the early evening. Then, finally, we would return to our hotel room to commence sexual congress.

"I can't wait until we know…I am so ready,"

Janine had said after we completed a sixty-nine sex position in the confines of my office.

"That makes two of us, my gorgeous girlfriend," I concurred, holding her petite frame in my arms in the privacy of my office. She was sleepy from climaxing, and her lovely face had a pinkish flush to it. Bending over, I kissed her red lips gingerly.

Both of us felt preoccupied about our first time together, especially me since it had been five years since I had performed sexually. I hoped I would have enough stamina to please Janine before I erupted into overload, and I worried quite a bit about leaving her unsatisfied.

"I want her to feel as special and as remarkable as she makes me feel," I thought.

Suddenly Janine's snoring halted, and I chuckled as she mumbled something in her sleep and snuggled herself deeply into my arms. I loved that feeling, and I tightened my own around her because she was so warm, soft, and cozy.

"Go to sleep, my darling, Egon," she dotingly suggested, opening her eyelids partially to reveal those sparkling ocean water blue eyes.

"I can't; I am so sublimely happy," I excitedly revealed, kissing the top of her head.

" I love you, my Angel, and I'm extraordinarily fortunate to have your love."

Batting her long dark eyelashes, Janine sat up a little to suggestively imply, "Just wait until Saturday night, my darling. You are going to be jubilant."

My alluring girlfriend leaned over to press her lips against mine urgently.

"That's it, Janine. Ah, give me some sugar, baby," I teased in a husky voice afterward.

After I tantalizingly squeezed her firm breasts through her cotton pajamas, I slid my hands underneath her top to knead them. Then, as we began kissing and petting more heavily, my plans to prepare for Saturday took a back seat to loving my Janine now.

The following day while my new girlfriend was in the shower, I called the -- hotel to see if a room was available. Fortunately, they had a room available for Saturday and Sunday nights without the view.

Still, it didn't matter because it wouldn't affect the mood of the evening. I employed the concierge's assistance in transforming it to a whimsical atmosphere. He made some suggestions that I agreed with, and I paid him to make it compelling to romance the next night. Nevertheless, I notified Janine about my plans for us on Saturday and Sunday. She beamed sunshine with her bright smile and giggled embarrassedly.

"I finally will get to have my way with you, Dr. Spengler," Janine sassily explained. She pulled on my maroon tie mischievously to draw me closer to her while she was on a break. Our mouths were inches from each other, and I could smell her fresh breath.

"I'd take you right here, right now, if I could," I explained huskily and gave her a kiss that she wouldn't forget for a while, then returned to the lab. Soon, my mind focused on having sex with Janine right there, and I felt myself become hot and bothered.

"Focus on graphing this chart now, Egon," I reminded myself.

"You can focus on Janine all day and all night Saturday and Sunday."

"Oh baby, I can't wait," Janine replied with a crafty grin while blowing me a kiss.

Peter

"When is the big night, Spengs," I inquired as the theoretical physicist called and made dinner reservations at a swanky hotel.

"Saturday," Iggy answered, while on the phone holding and when someone spoke on the other line, "Yes, I would like to make a reservation for two for dinner at six this Saturday for Spengler."

"Going to do the nasty finally? I wonder how you two managed to go so long without," I needled him, giving him an impish grin, "Two nights at the Hotel --? You hound."

Egon hung up the phone and gave me a deadpan glare indicating his irritation without saying anything.

"You will have to tell us if Janine's a screamer or as wild as I think she might be in bed," I poked him a little more on purpose. My friend's face rapidly transformed into a scarlet color while his lips twisted into a scowl.

"Unless you want me to propel you into next week, desist in your comments. I won't let you speak about Janine in a derogatory way," Egon growled in a threatening manner. His brown eyes flashed with anger, "and if you don't believe me, just try me."

"Ok, ok, you know how I give details after I bag a babe, I just thought," I stammered, realizing that Egon was tremendously serious.

"We don't ask for your notes about the women, Venkman. You just overshare," Ray quipped from the back of the laboratory as he worked on a piece of equipment.

"Alright, noted," I exasperated replied, putting my feet on top of the coffee table in front of me, "Who's going to play Donkey Kong with me?"

"I am working on the new Ecto goggles," Stantz responded determinedly.

"I am making charts displaying the trends in our cases since we started the business almost a year ago," Iggy disclosed.

"But I wanted to make our reservations first."

"Is all of this a surprise," I inquired.

"No, I told Janine about the plans to go to the symphony, dinner, and then spend the night together. We both consented that it was a good way to celebrate," Egon summarized.

"Are you going to romance her, or are you two just going to rip each other's clothes off," I questioned. I enjoyed seeing my close friend finally getting some action again.

"I have...written some...poetry for her, and I have spoken to the concierge about arranging the room appropriately," Egon shyly revealed.

" I want to make it up to her starting with this evening, especially after all it took for us to unite this year."

"Awesome," I retorted joyfully, "that's the right thing to do, Spengs. I'm happy for you two; finally, Janegon is together as a couple."

"Janegon?" He inquired, wrinkling his nose as he repeated it in an irritated voice.

"Yeah- Janine and Egon combined, what do you think of the nickname," I wondered, giving him a curious glare. Still, I knew that he hated it immediately.

"Bingo!" I silently declared victory while I viewed Egon's unimpressed expression.

"Ehhh," Iggy responded, shaking his head sideways, then pushed his black rounded glasses up his nose with his forefinger.

"Why don't you just call us Janine and Egon or Egon and Janine?"

"That's not any fun," Ray protested, joining in as Spengler walked to a table to create a chart of our paranormal activity for the year.

The tall, dark-haired, and thin Ghostbuster huffed and grumbled something incoherent where we couldn't hear it while Ray and I exchanged amused looks, but I decided to let it go for the day.

Janine

With Egon and I finally reuniting a few days ago, my mood was euphoric to the point where I was getting on the nerves of the people around me (except him), and maybe even myself, a little bitty bit. Whenever I had a chance, I would hug him or kiss his cheek, although we often had to endure the teasing of Peter at work. I tried to refrain from it as much as I could to be professional, but the truth was that I couldn't get enough of spending time with my new boyfriend, Dr. Egon Spengler. His plans for our first intimate night together seemed fantastic, and I was more than eager to commence a sexual relationship with him. Our chemistry was incredible, and our previous sexual activities have been most gratifying.

"What will sex be like with Egon," I curiously wondered as I wrote a note down for myself.

"That sixty-nine was so freaking hot …imagine Egon inside of you, thrusting his thick…"

"So you and Iggy are finally going to do the deed," Peter jested.

My bosses comment jolted me out of my pleasant reverie suddenly.

"Yep," I curtly answered, using white-out on a form that I needed to correct, " and why is this your business again, Dr. V.?"

"I'm a psychiatrist," he replied honestly, " I am supposed to be nosy."

"I don't believe that I inquired for your assistance," I snapped and blew gently on the form with the white-out.

"True," he admitted, looking chagrined, "Sorry, Janine."

"It is OK, Peter. I know that you mean well," I responded in a moment of weakness, seeing his reaction.

"I can't wait! This day needs to hurry up," I impatiently thought with a broad smile on my face.

"Surprised you two waited so long," Peter commented wryly, giving me a sly smirk. It was almost like he knew what I was thinking.

"Both of us wanted to make sure it was the right time, Dr. V.. With all of the drama from Egon's indecision, I think having intimate relations would have slowed the process of us connecting," I analyzed, writing the correct amount on the form with a black pen.

"Or it could have sped it up," Dr. V. offered, raising an eyebrow to which I shrugged, "I know you may have doubted Egon's love for you, but Ray and I never did. Its strength helped him overcome a few of his workaholic tendencies, but he did make some stupid mistakes. Now you two are finally together, but I called it from day one, though."

Tomorrow I had appointments to have my hair and nails done mid-day. Egon and I would meet at the Hotel to drop off our bags before dinner in the early evening. I was so thrilled about my date with my new boyfriend that I could barely stand it.

"Egon Spengler is my boyfriend! I can finally say that! And he is in love with me!!" I exclaimed to myself.

"I would love to see you get serious about someone," I earnestly mentioned as I stapled two forms together and put them in my "out" box.

My boss disregarded my comment. I filed the stack of seven to ten manila folders in the filing cabinet behind my desk. Dr. Venkman sang along with the Christmas song on the radio and gave me a rare shy expression.

"I don't know if there is a person out there for me, Janine," He earnestly answered as the song ended, "I am a kinda difficult person to love."

Dr. V.'s statement made me forlorn because he felt that way.

"No, I don't think so. I think you need to grow up, and the only way to do that is to fall in love with someone who won't put up with your antics," I complimented him with a grin. I finished my filing and then strode over to him to give him an affectionate short side hug.

"Everyone deserves someone to love," I concluded, "and you will find the right person."

"Is Spengs the right person for you," He inquired of me even though I think he already knew the answer.

"Yes," I gaily remarked," without a doubt."

"Do you have a friend who wants to go on a date with me on Saturday to a friend's Christmas party," Peter questioned, opening a magazine I had on my desk.

"Let me make some calls and get back to you," I offered with a wink and reached for the phone on my desk, " This is just for one date, right? But, wait, what about Melanie?"

"Yes, I would ask her, but I am kinda bored with her, and she's out of town for the week," he truthfully remarked, running his right hand through his balding hair but not wanting to make eye contact with me.

"He's embarrassed that he is bored with her. I guess it's been a month or six weeks. For him, that's pretty good," I thought, feeling poorly for him.

"OK, I'll call a few people," I agreed, with a smile, " only because I am sublimely joyful, though."

Lucy Stantz

There are moments in life that one will remember for the rest of your life, and sometimes they are small, other times they are huge. I believe that Janine and Egon consummating their relationship would be one of those critical times.

I agreed when Ray asked if I could cover the phones as a favor, so the company didn't have to pay anyone. As Peter called them, I had become a fan of Janegon since the Gala. I noticed how much they adored and complemented each other. Egon seemed alive and exhibited more personality than I had ever seen when he was with Janine. In contrast, she was like a radiant shooting star content with the universe and life when he was around. It was apparent that they adored each other.

Peter relentlessly ribbed Egon about his "big" night with Janine while I sat in for the secretary. Even socially flawed genius Dr. Spengler, who usually was clueless to the world around him, appeared slightly embarrassed.

However, I didn't get the idea that Egon was a virgin from my Brooklynite friend. Still, maybe he felt a little inexperienced, although that also didn't seem to be the case. Notwithstanding, it appeared that Janine and Egon's impending sexual relationship was the topic of the day.

"Hi Egon, do you have a second," I questioned, standing in the doorway of his office.

"Yes, Lucy?" the theoretical physicist peered up from his book as he sat on his sofa in his office.

"I have noticed that Peter is insistently teasing you about your date with Janine tonight?"

The solemn physicist cleared his throat, indicating his uncomfortableness with the topic, and then gave me a verbal confirmation.

"I overheard that you wanted the night to be perfect, but I am sure the evening that you have planned will be lovely. Of course, the two of you being in love will make it perfect, so don't be nervous about it," I offered my advice with a shy grin.

"Thank you, I appreciate your advice," Egon replied, meeting my eyes. Still, he seemed a tad relieved by my words, "Yes, I want everything to be picturesque for Janine."

"I know, Egon. Just focus on your love for each other, and everything will work out," I suggested with a knowing grin, "and don't listen to Venkman, please."

"No, I haven't," he drily confessed with a small half-smile," After many years of friendship with Peter, you learn how to weed out bad advice."

Chuckling, I left his office to go back to Janine's desk.

Later that evening, I read a Cosmo magazine before realizing it was time for me to leave. Ray had a date, but Peter was still roaming around the firehouse moping when he suddenly inquired, "What are you up to tonight, Lucy?"

"Nothing, my plans fell through. I was supposed to go out of town."

"Lucy, look, we are under the mistletoe," Peter suggestively smirked as he pointed to the flower hanging above us. Honestly, I didn't even realize it was there until now.

"Come on, Peter, you know what Ray would do to you if you broke my heart," I protested, rolling my eyes upward. He confidently stood there smiling like I hadn't said anything.

"Why am I so attracted to this man? What is it," I markedly contemplated, trying not to think about kissing Peter.

"Be my plus one for a Christmas party I am going to tonight, Luce," he insisted. Swiftly, Venkman stepped away from the mistletoe so that we weren't both underneath it at the same time.

"What did I just tell you? Ray would be furious if he knew I went out with you," I exclaimed incredulously.

"Lucy, surely you don't tell your big brother everything," Peter baited me then eyed me like I was a five-year-old, and I felt my defenses go up quickly.

"Why don't you ask your date from the Christmas party last week," I confronted him with my hands on my hips.

"Ehhh, Melanie? Her ballet company is out of town for another week, but I am kinda over her," Peter informed, shrugging.

"Big surprise, it's been one week, right? That's a long time," I quipped, and Peter grinned at my sassiness while arching an eyebrow.

"Zing," he replied with a chuckle, " No, it's been almost six weeks."

Peter tugged my hand to indicate that we were leaving.

"Do I need to change clothes?"

"You look fantastic, Lucy. I love this slinky bronze sweater dress! It barely covers your great butt," he flirted, referring to my newest purchase I specifically bought for this weekend.

Peter's expression would be described as lustful, and I reminded him that it would be as friends if I went.

"Sure thing, Luce, let's go," he replied in his dismissive way and again pulled me along so I couldn't argue.

Three hours later, the party at his friend Troy's house in Long Island was in full swing, and I found myself playing quarters with them and a couple of other people. I had a decent appetite for alcohol, and since my asshole ex-fiancee wasn't in my life anymore, I could drink as much as I wanted. Peter promised me that he wouldn't let me get too drunk and make sure I didn't go home with anyone. Foolishly, I believed him.

He and I were in the back of a taxi cab at two in the morning, drunk out of our minds flirting with each other.

"See, I took care of you, you aren't too drunk, and you aren't going home with anyone," Peter reminded, peering into my eyes and then transferring his gaze down to my lips.

"Maybe he wasn't drunk," I thought, slightly dizzily, "but I am."

"Don't fight it, Luce," he whispered, then leaned in to kiss me, and I responded in kind to him. I don't date much in my defense, and it felt wonderful to be wanted by a man.

"Damn," I breathed after he pulled back from my lips, and I felt my body turn into mush. Peter provocatively smiled at me.

"Is this what I have been missing," I questioned myself.

Meanwhile, Peter gently caressed my face with his fingers and lifted my chin toward him, "Do you want me to stop?"

Our faces now were inches from each other, and I felt lust take over me as my common sense went out of the window so quickly, like I was in high school making out.

"Hell no," I rapidly replied, moving almost on top of him to cover the gap between our lips.

We made out feverishly in the cab, and then when we got to my apartment, I asked Peter if he wanted to come in.

"Are you sure," he wondered with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes," I paused, giving him a severe look, "But this is a one-time thing, and I will deny it to my death when I wake up tomorrow if you reference it."

"Fair enough. Hope you are ready for the magic," Peter slyly commented.

"Oh, I am ready. The question is- are you," I challenged, sliding out of the taxi and pointing to him to pay the driver. He did, and I grabbed his hand roguishly.

As I predicted, I woke up with a hangover from hell, but I was sexually satisfied for the first time in a long time. I figured it was time for a roll in the hay after a long hiatus from dating, so I didn't feel guilty. Sneaking out of bed, I went to the bathroom to relieve myself and put on my robe. Next, I peered in my room to see Peter snoring, covered in my sheets, and I was slightly surprised that he was still there. Removing two Advil from the medicine cabinet, I exited the bathroom with my robe wrapped tightly around my body. Then, I padded into the kitchen, where my roommate, Cynthia, sat drinking coffee.

"Oh, my head hurts. What time is it?"

"Almost noon," Cynthia replied. A curly dark hair archaeology graduate student from Buffalo observed amused as I filled an empty glass with tap water to take medicine.

"Who you got in there," she seriously questioned.

"T-r-o-u-b-l-e."