Title: Just One Moment Author: Lori Email: Gussywussy55@yahoo.com Category: R+ Disclaimer: Owned by The WB. Summary: Max and Isabel's thoughts on a moment. ****** Max... I watch her through my window. She's sunbathing in our yard. I envy the sun as it kisses her skin, and warms her, caressing her with its golden beams. She stretches ,tossing her hair, her eyes closed against the brightness of the day. She is so beautiful, and unaware of how she touches my heart. My breath catches at her movement, her every spoken word. I sometimes find myself staring, and must quickly look away for fear of betraying how I feel about her. I love her. Not the love that the humans would say we should have, but the love of one you want to share your life with. To be more clear, I'm in love with her. And that's the problem. ******* Isabel... I know he watches me. He thinks I don't see, but I do. His eyes linger on me, and make me feel all tingly inside. No one else has ever done that. Why won't he just tell me how he feels? Then I could tell him I feel the same about him. I love him. He is everything to me. He is the sun that shines, and the moon that rises at night. Without him , I'm nothing. We are not related by birth, but by adoption. But society won't see it that way. They would condemn us. I hunger for him to touch me as he does in my dreams. Caressing my skin, kissing me the way he does Liz...deep and hungry. I long to run my hands over his taut muscles, and to gaze into his eyes with the passion I feel for him. But I can't. Instead I must hide my feelings from him, and the others. I must smile when he is with Liz, and not envy her his touch. His kiss. And that's the problem. ****** Max... She arises, and looks about, before removing her top, and stretching. She dives into the pool and comes up shaking the droplets of water from her long hair. Her body glistens as the moisture hugs her, and then slides down her body. She glides on her back the length of the pool , her ample breasts rising from the water, the nipples hard from the cold. I grow hard watching her. Aching for her. Never having her. She leaves the pool to dry off. The towel soaking up the water from her body as she runs it over her long legs, her flat belly, and those luscious breasts. She wraps it around her and approaches the house. I hear her coming up the stairs. My breathing is fast and hard. I feel warm. I want to go to her, and take her in my arms ,and make love to her. I want to tell her that I love her. But would she hate me? ******* Isabel... I can hear him in his room. I pretend that I don't know he was watching me swim. I did everything but go naked before him hoping he would finally tell me he loves me. But it didn't work. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm just wishing he would love me as I do him. Turning on the water in our shared bathroom, I drop my towel, and step out of my bikini bottoms. I turn the shower spray to my face as I step into the shower. The spray falls with my tears, washing away my pain at being deprived of his love. Of his touch. ******* Max... So close and yet so far from me. She is in the next room showering, and I want to be there with her, holding her, soaping her, making love to her. The pain in my heart at not telling her I love her is growing stronger. I want to throw caution to the wind and just go to her. Damn what the humans say! I'm not human! She's not human! I go to the door ,pushing it open. The steam is heavy. I decide that one moment of happiness is better than none at all. ***** Isabel... I hear the shower curtain rustle, and I turn. He stands behind me. Naked, and aroused. He looks at my face, and sees my tears. But no fear or disgust at having him join me in my bath. Only joy. He takes me in his arms, and pulls me to him. His kisses are better than I had ever dreamed possible. I seek out his mouth just as hungrily as he does mine. Our hands are searching...discovering things that we have only dreamed about. Our mouths running over every inch of the others body ,and relishing the tastes. He gazes deep into my eyes, and I smile back at him. I understand that this may be our only chance to be together ,and I try to imprint every moment on my brain. ****** Max... She welcomed me into her arms. The look in her eyes telling me she feels the same things that I do. She understands this may be our only moment together, but still opens up to me. She tastes like honey. I knew she would. Her skin is softer than rose petals, and she smells just as sweet...sprinkled with a hint of spice. She touches me without hesitation and shows no fear at my arousal. She guides me to her, and surrounds me with a tight warmth that caresses me. I plunge deep into her, touching her womb with every thrust, feeling like our souls our joined as well as our bodies. We both tremble as we reach our goal together, stars bursting, sounds roaring, loving each other. ****** Isabel... My dreams didn't do justice to what I just experienced with him. He was tender, he was loving, he was strong. He was finally mine. But now I feel the emptiness as he pulls from inside my body. I don't want this to end. I search his face to see if he feels it too. This yearning for more. The need to be together again. I see it. He feels the same. Funny how we have not spoken a word, yet we know what the other thinks, and feels. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me. Then he gathers the soap, and begins to cleanse my body. He covers every inch inside, and out, and I'm aroused all over again at his touch. I return the favor by running my soapy hands over his body in a circling motion, finally grasping his engorged member in my hands ,pumping it until he cries out in pleasure. The water rinses us ,and begins to grow cold. We take turns drying each other off. Patting , rubbing, caressing, and kissing until we are done. "Isabel! Max!" We both awake from our dream as we hear our human Mother call from downstairs. We look at one another and sigh. He smiles at me and I'm reassured that we will find away to be together again. He knows I love him. ******* Max... Our thoughts seem connected now. We can read each others thoughts, and now I know that she loves me as I love her. She goes to her room ,and I to mine. I thought that having one moment with her would be enough to last me. I was wrong. I need to breathe her. I need to taste her. I need more than one moment of passion now that I know we both feel the same. She loves me. And she knows I love her. We will find a way to be together, no matter what. End