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Candlelight flickered against the egg-shell colored walls. The candles
were in tall brass based holders. Several were placed throughout
the room atop the desk, the dresser, the television set,
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nightstands on either side of the bed. The tallest one was centered on
a little round-topped table that sat alongside the window. Also, a bottle
of champaigne and two long-stemmed glasses adorned the table that had been
covered with a circular lacy white cloth. |
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Vincent
slowly and quietly closed the door behind them. The smile on his face had
a sweetness to it that spoke of a mixture of glee as well as the personal
pleasure he took in making her happy. That was the one thing that would
never change.
Kira's happiness was his most important priority. She turned again to drink
in the sights surrounding her. The small room had an ethereal look to it,
dreamy and warm. She felt the same warmth deep inside her as she set her
purse down on one of the chairs next to the table.
It was then that she noticed something even more unusual. |
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There was a series of posters attached to the walls and circling the room;
pehaps a dozen or so. Each one had a sweet sentiment on it that she easily
recognized as some of the cute little things they liked to say to each
other.
They were all there; the cute pet names, the words with double meanings
that only they understood, and the little phrases of endearment that had
come to define the tenderness of their relationship. As she walked around
the room and stopped to look at each one, the happiness welled up inside
of her and took the form of a tear slowly sliding down her cheek. She was
overwhelmed.
Earlier that week, he had taken the initiative to find a babysitter so
that they could be free to enjoy this special evening together. He had
asked Kira to not let anything get in the way of the what he was planning
for the both of them. |
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She loved the special things that he did for her. Reciprocating her favors
for his efforts was her pleasure. Still, this particular evening was special
in itself and would be one she would remember forever. With only the simplest
of materials, he had turned a sterile motel room into a love nest. The
tall candles and their holders were easy to find at a local shopping center
and the messages on the wall were created using their home computer. She
smiled to herself when it dawned on her that he must have done all this
on the sly. It was a surprise; a very pleasant one.
They did not speak. He motioned for her to sit in one of the two chairs
on either side of the table. After removing his coat, he reached around
behind the television and pulled out a white bag that was folded and stapled
shut at the top. The sweet and sour
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scent
surrounding it was easily recognizable. They both loved Chinese take-out.
Two Oriental place settings had been hidden in a dresser drawer.
He had even figured out a way to have dinner together during this very
special, dream-like evening. |
Champaigne
and Chinese usually do not go together. Who cared. It was what
they enjoyed so it really didn't matter.
The meal was absolutely perfect. They chatted, ate, sipped champaigne together,
and chatted some more. At one point she kicked off her heels and stretched
her feet out over his lap. As they sat there enjoying their conversation,
he rubbed her feet. It felt wonderful. |
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When the moment was right, he stood up and touched the "play" button on
the small cd player he had also brought in earlier that day. The music
was soft and easy-the kind you slow dance to. He turned around and held
out his hand to her, asking her to dance. She took his and they spent the
next several minutes cheek to cheek, almost dancing in place as there was
little room on the carpeted floor to do otherwise.
She rested her head on his shoulder as he lead her in tight little circles
around the room.
There was no live orchestra; no waiter; no large group of people around
them. Just two people together and still so very much in love.
Yet, it didn't matter.
To her, the evening could not be any more perfect. When the third instrumental
began to play, they came to a stand still. Vincent bent his head down and
softly kissed her on the lips.
Kira responded as they held each other in their arms.
After several moments of wonderful tenderness passed by, he began to slowly
unbutton her blouse and.....
.....a little romance goes a long way. |
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