Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2001 00:45:52 -0500
From: Susan Rogers <chocolate_cow_angel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wooing my beloved/Interludes 1

Here is another story, I am going to be writing, it intertwines with Chris &
Lance, but later on. So be patient :)

Disclaimer: the Characters of my story, although real, are fiction (Figure
that out) And this IS a work of fiction..

Also, if you are to young to be reading this, GO AWAY


Our secret interludes had been going on for the past month. So far no one
had suspected us. I silently stole down the hallway in the middle of the
night, and knocked softly on the door. One sharp knock, then three lighter
taps.

	The door swung open and there in front of me stood my dark haired lover. I
smiled at him, and he grabbed my shirt and dragged me into the room. My
mouth fused to his in a passionate kiss. My hands ran up and down his back,
and we clung to each other as we fell back upon the bed. I hauled his
smaller body close to me and he grinned shyly at me.

	"Did anyone here you come in?" He asked me softly, running his fingers
through my hair.

	"No my love, I think we're safe for now." I said softly cradling his body
close to me.

	"We are going to have to tell them eventually you know." My love said
softly, looking at me with his intense eyes.

	"I know babe, but for right now... I want you all to myself without anyone
interfering. I don't want to share what we have with anyone. I am afraid
they just may not understand." I told my dark haired lover, kissing him
softly.

	"I know blondie, but... it's just so hard. I want to tell the whole world
about our love, and how I want to marry you, and spend the rest of my life
with you. I just get so angry when I think that they may scorn us because of
our love." He said intensely. I smiled; his passion was something I greatly
admired about him. He never did anything half ass, it was always prefect,
and unique. That's what I loved about him so much.

	I ran my fingertip over his slightly pouted lips, and gazed deep into his
eyes. "I think you should put that passion to a different type of use,
besides talking . . . if you know what I mean." I said softly, replacing my
finger with my lips, and kissed him softly.

And, he did put it to use . . . great use,. . . all night long. . .

And as the dawn came, I had to bid my sleeping lover farewell. I roused from
the bed, and I tucked my sleeping lover in his blankets, and placed a gentle
kiss on his brow. I stood back and smiled, as he snuggled deep into the
covers. I whispered one last "I love you" and then quietly crept from the
room, and made my way to my lonely cold bed.

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In this world, such as dreams, nothing is quite, as it seems

Susie Q

chocolate_cow_angel@hotmail.com