Keywords: The, Tell, Catalogue, What, Doesn't,

They had been especially disappointed by her sudden decision to give up the chance of a career as a ballet dancer and become a lawyer, but had supported her as they always did.
He has a big grin on his face as he looks at me.

"You become more and more beautiful each time I see you." He runs his hand across my cheek.

"Thank you. You don"t look so bad yourself," I tease as I wink at him. "Come in." I step aside and let him in. "Can I get you something to drink or to eat?"

He shakes his head. "I ate a little while ago." With the way he is looking at me, it feels like he"s devouring me with his eyes. "I have really missed you, Taylor. I was worried when you didn"t call for almost a week, and I hadn"t seen you around anywhere. I was afraid something terrible had happened to you or that you never wanted to see me again."

I laugh softly. "There was no reason to be worried, doll. I just planned the trip last minute, as I told you earlier. And I wasn"t ready to call until tonight."

"I understand. Come dancing with me tonight." Eagerness is in his eyes and his voice.

"You want to go dancing now?"

"It doesn"t matter where we go or what we do as long as you are with me." We"re standing face to face, his only inches away from mine.

"Then why don"t we just stay in."

"That is what we will do, then." Both of us are breathing kind of heavy, and he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to him. He kisses me deeply, and I just get lost in him. Right now, I would give him anything he wants and I wouldn"t even need to think twice about it. I run my fingers through his hair as the kiss gets deeper, more demanding, more sexual. He tries to pull away, and I won"t let him. He tries again, and I give in, almost whimpering when the kiss ends.

"I"m sorry about that. I am usually in more control of my actions." His eyes are sparkling.

My voice is barely audible. "There"s no need to apologize. I very much enjoyed it." I smile, wrap my arms around his waist, and rest my head against his shoulder.

He sits down on the couch, pulling me with him, onto his lap.

"If you don"t mind, I would just like to hold you for a bit." His voice is soft and still very sweet.

"I don"t mind at all, doll." I close my eyes and end up falling asleep on his lap.

I wake up about 2 hours later, and he"s still holding me close.

"Sorry, I didn"t mean to fall asleep. I was just so comfortable." I look up at him and he"s smiling at me.

"It is perfectly all right. I didn"t mind. You look so at peace while you"re sleeping. I wouldn"t mind watching you sleep all night."

I laugh as I start to sit up, but he keeps me on his lap.

"And how entertaining would I be if I did nothing but sleep around you? Besides, I"m usually up until the crack of dawn and sleep the day away."

He pulls me closer to him. "Love, I could just stare into those beautiful eyes of yours and do nothing else but that and be content."

I blush and thank him. I talk him into going for a drive with me, and I watch as he admires my car. We finally get in, and I get onto the highway almost right away. I turn on the radio, and Drowning Pool"s "Bodies" is playing. I glance at him, and he bursts into a fit of laughter.

"What is so funny?" My curiosity gets the better of me.

"I just thought it was amusing that the first time I am in your car, this type of song comes on." He winks at me.

"What? You don"t like my taste in music?" I pout as I look at him.

"Sweetheart, I never said that. Actually, our taste in music is another thing we have in common."

"I still don"t get what was so funny."

"You don"t have to, my dear. So, do you have any specific place in mind?"

"No, not really. I figured we"d just drive around until I got tired of driving or ran out of gas." I have an evil grin on my face as I glance over at him, but he doesn"t seem fazed at all.

"There"s a cd case right by your feet. You"re more than welcome to pick something out."

He sifts through my cds and gets to the last page. I watch as he pulls out one of the cd"s a good friend made for me that I still haven"t written on. I guess his curiosity gets the best of him. He slips it into the cd player and Corey Taylor"s "Bother" begins to play. I get the impression that he has never heard the song before, but he seems to be enjoying it. I find myself singing along to it. It"s one of the songs I can"t help but sing along to, mainly because it"s one of my favorites. I feel him watching me, and I stop and look over at him, blushing slightly.

"I"m sorry. It"s habit. I"m usually the only one in my car and…" He cuts me off.

"Angel, you do not need to explain yourself to me. You have a beautiful, captivating voice."

I look over at him again and smile. I get onto the highway and still have no destination in mind. Living in Connecticut, I can pretty much just drive for a few hours and end up in another state. Do I really want to end up taking him to another state? We end up in Rhode Island at Misquamicut beach. I park and am out of the car before he can even say a word. I pull a blanket out of my trunk that I always have with me and find a spot to set it. It"s a nice night to be at the beach, not too hot or too cold. As soon as I get comfortable, he sits down next to me as I watch the waves crash onto the shore.

"It"s a very beautiful night for something like this. Did you have this entire thing planned out, love?" He puts his arm around me.

"Actually, no, it was all on impulse." I laugh as he looks at me. "I"m serious. I didn"t plan it at all!"

"I believe you, but you shouldn"t sit there." He gets all serious again.

"And why not?"

Vincent only smiles and stands up. This time, when he sits down again, I am in-between his legs, and he wraps his arms around me. He whispers into my ear, "Because I believe this is more comfortable for the both of us."

My body melts into his as I get a chill from his breath against my ear. I look up at him, and he kisses me. His kisses are incredible, and I never want them to end. We sit there, together, for what only seems like mere minutes, but when I look at my watch, I see that two hours have gone by.

"Vincent, we should get going. It"s already 3am, and it takes 2 hours to drive back."

He doesn"t say a single word and nods. The drive back is really quiet, and when we get back to my house, I find myself not wanting him to leave. He pulls me into his arms as we are standing by my door.

"Although I do not want to go, my sweet, I must. I will see you again tomorrow." He lifts my chin up and kisses me again.

"You could always stay the night, " my voice is almost a whisper.

"As much as I would like that, it"s not the right time for it. Maybe another night, Taylor. You and I are both tired, and I think we both need our own beds tonight." He brushes his hand across my cheek.

""Till tomorrow, then?"

"Until then. Is it all right if I just come over, or would you like me to call first. It won"t be until after dark, for I have a few things I need to settle tomorrow."

"That"s fine. Anytime is fine."

One last kiss and he disappeared into his car. I want him so badly, but I knew he was right. It wasn"t right at the moment because it was way too soon. Well, at least one of us has our hormones in check. I go inside and close the door behind me. I stand against my door for a few minutes, still a little shocked at my behavior. I never ask a guy to spend the night at my place, and with him, it felt like I was begging. I don"t know what"s going on with me. I don"t feel fully like myself with him because I"m never that open with anyone. Maybe it"s something about him that just lets me be open with him. I don"t know. That"s another thing, I feel like I don"t know anything anymore, and I can"t think. It"s as I"m completely drugged or something. I"m not even sure about stuff when it comes to him. I wish he was here holding me and comforting me right now. Ugh! It"s starting to feel like I"m becoming dependant on him, and I hate it! I"m my own person who does my own things! I don"t need a man to feel complete! I just want to be with him, though. Wait. Wait just a second. Why does it sound like I"m falling for him? I can"t be falling for him. There"s NO FUCKING WAY!

I storm off to take a shower, feeling utterly disgusted with myself. I have to be going crazy to think that I"m falling for a guy I barely know. I start wondering if he seriously cast a spell over me. My eyes close as the steaming, hot water relaxes me. I need sleep. I"ll feel much better after I"ve slept this off. I"ll feel sane again. I sit down at my dresser after I get out of the shower and stare at my reflection. I look exhausted, so I go to bed.

My dreams disturb me a bit. I"m not sure where I am, but it feels like I"ve been here before even though it doesn"t even look familiar to me. It"s very dark, late evening, actually, and there looks to be no one out. I look down at my dress. It"s one of those from the Victorian era. It"s dark purple and very floofy, and I"m wearing a black cloak over it, the hood covering my head. My face seems to be hidden in it, but I think that was the point. My hair is flowing free underneath, kind of tousled. I feel very afraid and am walking fast as if I believe I"m in danger. I break into a run and enter a dark alleyway. Dead end. I spin around, and there is my assailant. With a look of terror on my face, I scream and yell for someone to help me. He tells me that no one will come to my rescue and that now, I am all his. The thought of rape races through my head as he backs me up against the wall. His hand softly brushes my cheek as he says, "Do not worry, my dear. I will not harm or defile you. I only wish for you to be mine." I"m shaking from terror, and he kisses me. It calms me a little, and as he pulls away, I get a good look at his face. It"s Vincent. I whisper his name, and he answers with, "Yes, my love?" I kick him in between his legs and run off.

Keywords: The, Tell, Catalogue, What, Doesn't,

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