Valentine's Day Dance Part 1 (Rated r) by Shirley Johns I was looking at my reflection in my vanity mirror, applying the last coat of sunkissed coral lipcolor, wondering why a company would have a dinner on Valentine's Day. It was a formal affair. Joe was my escort. I so desperately wanted to spend the evening with Vincent. Lying down my lipstick, I touched the crystal necklace he gave me on our first anniversary. I never remove it. It stays close to my heart just as he does. Sighing, I stand up. Going to the gold trimmed floor length mirror behind my bedroom door, I checked my appearance. Satisfied, grabbing my red velvet cape I waited for Joe. At precisely 8:00 he arrived to pick me up. When I open the door he whistles, "telling me I looked stunning." Helping me on with my cape, I thanked him. Than I looked at him and told him he looked quite handsome in a tux. He thanked me than. Taking the arm he extended to me we left. Vincent was Below reading a book of poetry. His concentration limited. My despair earlier had matched his own. He wanted to spend this evening of all evenings with me. Closing his book, he laid it aside. Reading poetry about love was not what he needed right now. He needed me. He had done some serious soul-searching over the past three days. He was unable to visit me. My work schedule did not permit it. He took the time thinking about what he wanted out of our relationship. He knows what I want. I have never hid my feelings from him. He could not find it in himself to give me the commitment I wanted. Too much insecurity has been in his life. Just as he gets comfortable around me, ready to go forward, another insecurity surfaces. His guard comes back up. He told me a few weeks ago, you either go toward love or away from it. He knows I am ready to go forward. He cannot bring himself to do so. Not yet. I am everything to him. He will not lose me over his insecurities. With his decision made, he returned to his book of poetry. Joe and I were mingling with the crowd. Receiving numerous compliments on our appearances. A few people commented on how nice we look together. We blush. Joe replied for both of us. "Thank you, however, he and I are just good friends." As the evening wore on, my heart saddened. I needed Vincent. We have not seen each other in three days. I miss him so. Unable to stand it any longer, I walked over to Joe talking to a client. I excused myself, telling Joe I was leaving. There is someplace I have to go. He asked "if I was sure, he would see me home." I told him I was sure but he did not have to leave. I will be fine knowing how he worries. I was thinking of Vincent than knowing if I needed him he would come. "Joe told me all right and he would see me on Monday." "Be careful." I bid Joe and Mr. Burns goodnight and I left. I was going to go home and change before seeing Vincent. My need to see him was too great. I decided to go Below instead. Pulling the heavy hood of my cape over my head, warding off the frigid air, I headed toward the park. Halfway there I realized my mistake. My attire was quite inappropriate for the subzero temperature. I was freezing. My red pumps were of no use to me in the snow. My feet were starting to get numb. It would be just my luck to get frostbite. Vincent felt the drastic decreasing of my body temperature as I neared the tunnel entrance. Meeting me there, he held me in his arms, mildly scolding me for being out in this weather. Through chattering teeth, I told him I had to see him. He told me to come with him he wanted to get me warm. Placing his arm around my waist, he closed the iron gate to his world. Reaching his chamber, he asked me to "sit by the heater." "He will get me some tea to warm myself. It would only take a few minutes and he left. In record time, he returned with a steaming kettle of tea and two cups. Entering the chamber his steps faltered seeing me. I was leaning over his bed lying down my cape. My back was to him, bare down to my waist. Unblemished, smooth as silk, glowing in the candlelight. The snug fit of my red evening gown, clung to my perfect, well-rounded derri�re. One of my better assets. He saw me as beautiful. Taking a deep breath to gain control of his emotions, he resumed walking. Laying the tray on his writing desk, he filled my cup with tea . Holding out the cup he called my name. When I faced him, his hand began to tremble. The low cut of my strapless dress, showed the creamy soft swell of my firm breasts. My crystal necklace rested comfortably between them. He lowered his gaze to find himself looking at one slender but muscular leg peeking out from the thigh high slit in my gown. He has never seen me dressed like this. I was absolutely stunning to him. I went to him than, taking the cup from his hand. Setting is down on the desk, I realized seeing me in the dress had done this to him. I quickly apologized and went to grab my cape to cover myself. He stopped me. His voice huskier than usual, he said no I do not have to do that. I looked so beautiful to him. He had never seen me dressed as I was. He was not prepared for my loveliness. Blushing I lowered my eyes, thanking him. Giving me one of his rare smiles, always ashamed of his incisors, he said, please sit down. Drink your tea. Warm myself. Returning his smile I took the seat he offered me. Holding the cup letting it warm my hands a few moments before I sipped it. The soothing liquid warming my body. This is wonderful, Just what I needed. Sitting in the seat across from me, his hands crossed on the table, he asked, "how I have been." Letting down my cup, I touched his hands as I spoke. "Other than missing him, I have been well." He said he missed me too." He was surprised to feel me approaching earlier. Did I not enjoy the dinner party?" I told him yes and no. He asked what I meant. I told him I was enjoying myself for a little while. Than I began thinking of him and had to leave. I wanted to be with him so much. I did not go home to change. Seeing his discomfort, I should have changed first, I am sorry. Coming to me, kneeling beside me, he took my hand and asked how could I be sorry for being so beautiful in front of him?" "Vincent I know how uncomfortable you are around me at times. The last thing I want to do is add to it. Standing he helped me up. Leading me to his bed, to my surprise he sat me down on his lap. He said a few weeks ago he told me you could move toward love or away from it. He said I have always wanted to go forward. He keeps holding back. Softly caressing my back, he said he has been thinking the last few days. He wants us to go forward as well. My beautiful smile at his omission warmed his heart. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes, "Vincent I would like that very much. I will never pressure you into anything. Just knowing you want it too gives me hope. "I love you Vincent." I want a life with you no matter how long it takes. I will wait for you. Than he said, what had he done to deserve a treasure such as I, placing a soft kiss upon my full pink lips, surprising me again. My lips felt so wonderful against his he needed more. Taking them harder with his own. We separated breathless. Our eyes filled with desire. He took them again. Pulling me tight against him. My soft breast pressed against his hard chest. I felt him harden beneath me. He immediately stopped kissing me. Ashamed of his desire. Don't be ashamed of your desire for me Vincent, I took his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. He hardened even more. His rough callused hand, began caressing my leg setting my already heated body on fire. He felt the fire in me just as it happened. His passionate response to mine was a soft growl vibrating in his chest. My breath was warm,, feather light against his lips, when I asked him to make love to me. He moved his head back a little. He wanted to see my face, feel my emotions when he asked me if I was sure I wanted this. I felt his heart flutter against my hand resting on his chest eventhough he knew my answer. "Yes Vincent I am sure. I have wanted us to make love for a very long time. I dream if it every night. He says he knows I do. He has shared these dreams with me. He just had to be sure this is what I really wanted. Part 2 Shirley Fanfic Index |
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