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This
is a work of fiction, loosely based on the real person, Russell Crowe. No
insult or injury is intended, this story is for entertainment purposes only. This story is for readers over the age of 18 only, and contains explicit sexual situations and adult language. The writer is not responsible for any "discomfort" caused to the reader by this language and these situations.
Strange
Affair by:
©
12/2002 Chapter
9 There
was an orange glow all around her. She
thought maybe it was from a fire raging behind her, but she couldn’t tell for
sure. There was a body lying next to
her and someone standing over her. With
a start she realized the body was Russell and it was Dave standing above, his
hand held out to her as he beseeched her to come with him. She
was supposed to say something to him. What
was it? Oh, yeah.
She was supposed to tell him to go on with his journey, that she was safe
now. But if Russell wasn’t alive,
then how could she? So she shook
Russell to wake him up, because he had to just be sleeping, didn’t he?
She had been told that she could tell Dave to go on because she was with
Russell now. But what if he didn’t
wake up? Russell
finally stirred under her urging hands. There.
Now that was okay. “Dave,
you can go on without me. I am happy
and safe with Russell. See?
He’s okay.” Dave
sighed and stepped away, just out of her view.
But she knew he was still there. Russell
turned towards her. “Baby,
go back to sleep.” The
orange glow faded and she saw she was on the plane, curled up on her seat. She
should have felt frightened. But she
was strangely calm. Russell was
stretched out next to her and she maneuvered herself back down next to him.
He seemed to know she was there in his sleep and pulled her to him
roughly. “Sleep,
baby,” he whispered, awake after all. “Russell?” “Yeah,
luv?” “I
had the dream again.” “You
okay, baby-girl?” “Yeah,
just having a weird feeling, right now, like I can’t feel what I should be.” “That’s
Dr Hugo’s suggestions at work. It’s
okay. We just need to get through
this and then we’ll be in Oz and I can take you to someone who’ll help
properly, not just a bandaid, okay?” “You
take such good care of me and I don’t do anything for you.” “That’s
not true, luv. You love me, that’s
all I need you to do. Besides, I
need a sheila to take care of.” “Oh,
Russell, I just don’t want to be the needy little sheila all the time.
I need to be productive. I’ve
squandered almost a year of my life away on nothing.
I didn’t even know it.
I just don’t know how you can
love me.” “It’s
so easy, luv.” Russell pulled her
to him and kissed her passionately, obviously much more awake now.
She could feel other parts of him waking up as well, as his hand slid all
over her body, and his cock strained inside his jeans against her belly.
His tongue pushed her lips gently open and she returned his kiss, soft
whimpers escaping her throat. “Oh,
God, baby, I haven’t had you all day.
That’s just wrong.” “Not
really a place for us to take care of that right
now, Mr Crowe.” “Yeah,
there is.” “Russell!
No!” Debra felt her eyes get wide and her pulse quicken.
Was he suggesting what she thought
he was suggesting? “Yeah,
baby. Follow me in five minutes.” Before
she could argue, he had gotten up and gone into the lav.
She looked around wildly. The
flight attendants were in the back end of the first class section, the other
passengers were sleeping or reading, even Mark was dozing.
No one would notice if in a few minutes she, too, went into the bathroom.
She stared at her watch as the minutes ticked by.
When five had passed and everyone was still otherwise engaged, she got up
trepidatiously and made her way to the tiny room Russell was occupying.
She tapped lightly on the door and found herself pulled into the room
silently, like a conjuring trick. “Damn, baby, that was the longest five minutes of my life,” he whispered. “Now, we gotta be very quiet –” “You’ve
done this before?” she whispered
back. Russell
giggled. “Yeah, luv, but not with
you so it’s gonna be special this time.” He
moved them both into the tiny area so Debra’s bum was up against the sink.
He picked her up and put her gently into a sitting position just at the
lip of the counter, pulling her jeans and panties down in one swift move.
Debra felt her heart racing at his speed and what they were about to do. “Russell,
are you sure we can get away with this?” “No,
baby, that’s why it’s so much fun. Rock
and Roll, remember?” “’Kay.” Russell
unbuttoned his fly and nestled in between her legs.
She was already responding to him and he was able to enter her in one
heated thrust. “Fuck,
baby, already wet for me. I told you
I loved your cunt, didn’t I?” Debra
had wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his shoulder to keep from
crying out as he filled her. He
thrust in and out of her slowly, grinding his hips into hers, stimulating her
clit. He was similarly buried into
her shoulder and the two of them were breathing heavily and grunting as
soundlessly as possible as he set the pace.
Debra wasn’t able to do much more than receive him in the position he
had her, but he appeared not to mind as he rutted into her, increasing the tempo
as she felt an orgasm building in her belly, concentrated around where he was
sliding in and out of her. His hands
were on her breasts, massaging them, exciting her even more. His
breath hoarse in her ear as she strived to remain quiet, a difficult thing to do
when being fucked by this man. But
somehow she kept her presence of mind and only bit into his shirt this time as
she came hard around him. He pulled
her off the counter as she bucked into him, ramming hard into her, groaning
roughly into her mouth as he kissed her, pulling her hair while he pumped hard
as he came. She could feel his seed
dripping back down her thighs as he slowed and then pulled out of her, setting
her back on her feet. They
both tried to catch their breath while cleaning up and getting back into their
clothes. Russell grabbed her as she
stood up from getting back into her jeans and kissed her again, pulling her body
into his tightly. She got that
feeling again of him trying to possess her, that overwhelming feeling he gave
her of wanting to lose herself in those eyes, that mouth, his voice, hair,
chest, thighs, cock, … Stop it. She
was her own woman. She had told him
that and she believed it. But he was
such a presence, he could easily overpower her emotionally, mentally and
physically and then where would she be? Apart
from heaven, that is? She wasn’t
afraid of being alone anymore. She
was concerned that she would never be able to be alone again.
Being dominated was not a bad thing.
She knew, albeit instinctively, but she knew that he would become bored
with a sheila who only was someone when she was with him. He
had stopped kissing her and was searching her eyes.
Fuck, she had gotten lost in her thoughts and had stopped kissing him.
The worry crease between his eyebrows was there.
That look she had come to know that meant he was wounded. “Deb?” “I’m
sorry, baby,” she said softly. “Come
on, let’s go back out and you can tell me what distracted you. Follow me in a
couple of minutes, okay?” “’Kay.” “Deb?” “Yeah,
baby?” “I
love you.” “Fuck,
baby, I love you, too.” The
worry crease smoothed and was replaced by that complete smile of his.
He snuck out the door. Deb
made her way back to Russell after a few minutes and was relieved that no one
was the wiser, at least it looked that way. “I
can’t believe we got away with that!” She
sighed happily, snuggling back into his arms. “Stick
with me, luv, I’m gonna make you happy all over the world.” “I
know you will, Russell.” “Now,
what could possibly have distracted you from my kisses?
Am I losin’ my touch?” “No,
baby, no. I’m sorry.
I just, I get so overwhelmed by you.
I shouldn’t be so dependent on you.
I gotta be me first, y’know?” Russell’s
eyes had that puppy-dog look in them again. “Russell,
no, come on, now. You know what
I’m saying. I can lose myself in
you and then in six months you’re gonna be so bored with me, cuz I’ll have
forgotten who I was before I met you. I
love you baby, I do, but…fuck…I’m not explaining this right.” “Deb,
I love you because you’re who you
are, and if we lose ourselves for a little while, while it’s new and exciting,
how is that a bad thing?” “I
just don’t want you waking up one morning saying, ‘Who is this fucking
sheila?’. I don’t want to become
a bore, Russell this and Russell that…” He
pulled her to him and kissed her softly. “Baby,
that won’t ever happen. I know I
can be a prick, but I won’t ever find you boring.
Let’s just be happy and in love for a bit and then we’ll figure the
rest out later. Will you do that for
me, luv? Debra?” It
would be like a vacation from herself, she thought she could learn to like that. “’Kay.” “That’s
my girl. Now snuggle in, baby, we
got a couple more hours and I mean to hold you for all that time.” She felt his heavy arm pull her into him and she sighed happily.
~*~
When
they landed in It
was a good hour before he was finally able to close the door to the hotel room
and turn to Debra, breathing a huge sigh of relief.
He left the unpacking for the morning and swept her into his arms and
headed for the bedroom. “Shower,
sweet, please,” she begged him, when it looked like he was going to get into
the bed with her. “How
about a bath instead?” he asked. “Sounds
like fun.” When
he turned on the light in the bathroom, after setting her on her feet, her gasp
was music to his ears. The
entire room was filled with vases of long stemmed red roses.
Next to the bath was a bottle of champagne chilling on ice, two glasses
and a bowl of strawberries. He
laughed as he heard her squeal of delight. She
had discovered the scented candles. She
ran through the room smelling the roses and lighting the candles.
Then she went to him and leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around
his waist. “When
did you do this?” “I
called just before we landed,” he laughed at her.
“You were asleep.” “I
love this. I love you.”
Debra kissed his lips softly. He
set her down and put his hands around her face, deepening the kiss.
He unbuttoned her shirt and slid it from her, caressing her arms softly,
loving the shiver that moved through her body and the goose-bumped flesh he felt
under his hands before he began undoing her jeans.
Her hands were busy at his clothing, and all the while they were kissing,
small moans of anticipation escaping their lips whenever one would come up for
air. At
last they had shed all their clothing and Russell pulled Debra against his body,
loving the feel of her satin-smooth skin against his.
She was so beautiful, and she was all his, he couldn’t believe his luck
at having found her, and falling in love with her and she with him.
His cock was rigid against his belly and imprisoned between the two of
them, because he actually felt he couldn’t let go of her long enough to get
her into the bath, let alone root her. “Baby,
I want you so bad, I can’t wait for the water to run, say you’ll let me have
you, right now, right here.” She
didn’t reply, just grinned that delicious lop-sided grin of hers and slid down
his body, kissing and licking his cock on her way down, then stretched out on
the floor, legs spread invitingly. Russell
groaned involuntarily and knelt down in front of her, grabbing a towel from the
rack and placing it under her adorable ass.
He guided his cock to her dripping slit and rubbed the head just inside,
causing a beautifully animalistic groan to escape her throat.
He pulled her legs up and held them against his chest then rocked his
hips forward and entered her roughly, crushing the head of his cock against her
womb’s entrance. From the way she
cried out, much differently than he had heard her before, he realized that this
was the position he could use to finally reach her sweet spot. Now
knowing this, he moved slowly in and out of her, hitting his target each time he
hilted into her. And getting more
and more excited as he watched her reaction.
Soon, she was screaming at him. “Russell,
oh my God, fuck, Russell, oh fuck, yes, baby, yes!
Oh FUCK!” As she came, he
could feel her walls contract around him so much harder than they ever had
before. She actually seemed to lose
consciousness for a brief moment, eyes rolling back and then closing and her
breathing lapsed into a constricted, moan-filled panting.
He couldn’t remember ever seeing a woman react this way.
He knew then that Dave, for as much as he had loved Debra, had never
touched her in this way. He was
thrilled to be the only one to have brought her this pleasure.
And the only one who ever will,
he thought fleetingly. But
his own need was becoming too much for him to handle and he pounded into her
harder, giving her no respite between orgasms, keeping her coming as he came
himself, cursing loudly as he felt each drop of cum spurt out of him, her cunt
constricting around him almost painfully. He
fell on top of her, completely spent and out of breath, whispering in her ear,
“Fuck, Deb, oh God, we fuck well, don’t we?” “Yes,
baby,” was all she could say. Finally,
her breathing slowed to normal and she was able to speak again.
“What did you do to me? I’ve
never come that hard before.” Russell
chuckled. His sweet Raven Haired
Alto was so knowledgeable in some things and so innocent in others.
“Oh, baby, that was your sweet spot.
You know about that, right?” “The
G-Spot? Oh my God, I thought they
were kidding! Wait’ll I tell the
world how true it is!” “No,
Deb, no, this is just for us,” Russell whispered in her ear. “Oh,
Russell, I was just kidding! Damn,
that was fuckin’ cool. But
intense. You won’t try that
everytime, will you? I mean, I
fuckin’ loved it, but wow, that should just be a special treat, don’t you
think?” “We-ell,”
he teased. “Hey,
now, no with that! I’ll never walk
again!” “Aw,
you’re no fun,” he laughed at her and got up to draw their bath. Once
in the water, they sat and soaked allowing the tension from the last two weeks
to melt away from them. It was the
first time they had really been alone together without any deadlines or
obligations looming ahead of them. Russell
sighed as Debra leant against him, content to just caress her thighs and arms
amidst the bubbles. He told her
about his farm, laughing at her naïve questions.
She was such a city girl, but so willing to learn new things and he could
tell she had a deep appreciation for animals, just as he did. “Baby,
we’re gonna have so much fun.” “I
know.” She stroked his forearm.
“Do you think your parents will like me?” “Oh,
I know they will. Don’t you worry,
Deb.” He wanted to ask about her
parents, but whenever the subject had come up, she always managed to change the
subject, deflecting his questions with an ease he knew had been born from habit.
He guessed that when she had left Florida, she hadn’t just left the
band behind, she had left everything. He
knew that if he had ever done anything like that, his parents would have moved
heaven and earth to hunt him down and force him to deal with whatever had caused
his departure. That Deb had managed
to escape so easily spoke volumes about what her home life had been like and he
was determined to allow her to tell him about it at her own pace.
Now was not going to be that time any more than any other instance had
been. When the water had cooled too much, they got out, toweled off and went to bed.
~*~ Her
nose tickled. No, that wasn’t
quite right. Something was tickling
her nose. Yeah, that was it.
She opened her eyes slowly, bringing first the dark red rose into focus
then the grinning Aussie behind it. When
she made to bat the rose away from her face, he giggled and pulled it out of her
reach. She laughed softly and went
to sit up, feeling an odd sensation under her hands.
As she looked around, she could only shake her head in wonder. The
bed was entirely covered in rose petals. As
was she. The
feel of the petals against her bare skin was the most erotic thing she had felt
of all the things Russell had done to her. She
drew them up around her, reveling in the soft feel of them as she crushed them
against her. Not quite satin, not
quite silk; not even velvet could have felt this delicious. She
murmured her appreciation and he still did not speak.
Just grabbed a handful of them and gently caressed her inner thighs with
them. She purred her delight.
He opened her petals and rubbed the roses’ against her hard little nub
causing a lascivious heat to pour through her.
In response she took a handful also and rubbed them all over his chest
and then downwards to assault his cock in the same way, staining his skin redly. He
pushed her hands away and lay down on top of her.
She loved the feel of his weight on her.
She thought maybe all women were built to be able to withstand a male
weight on top of them, it certainly was a position she cherished.
On the heels of that thought, Debra wondered why he wasn’t saying
anything. Usually by now, he would
have been murmuring in her ear. She
opened her mouth to speak, but Russell put a finger on her lips and shook his
head slightly. So, he knew what he
wanted and what he was doing. Deb
waited to see what would unfold. Russell
put his hands on either side of her face and dropped his head down to kiss her.
Their lips touched and parted repeatedly; Debra completely following his
lead not doing any more than he was doing to her.
He nudged her legs open and slid into her up to his root, a grunt
escaping his throat. Deb whimpered
softly. Russell did not move any
other part of his body except his lips on hers and his cock inside her, which he
glided smoothly in and out of her in a steady rhythm.
He pushed his tongue into her mouth, mimicking the movement of his cock.
Deb wrapped her arms and legs around his body and received him. Russell
dropped his head so that his mouth was next to her ear and finally spoke. “Debra,
I love you. You’re everything to
me.” “I
love you, too, Russell,” she whispered softly, “I have never felt like this
before and I never will.” “Baby,
you have no idea how happy that makes me.”
Debra smiled against his ear and kissed the lobe. He
kept up the rhythm inside her, neither increasing nor decreasing, but even so,
she felt an orgasm building inside her and she pumped her hips somewhat urgently
at him. Russell gently shushed her,
telling her to make it last. “That’s
my baby-girl. That’s what I want.
Just feel me sliding in and out of you.
In. And out.” This
great bear of a man, taking her, Debra was overwhelmed by his love for her and
she for him. She hadn’t thought
that in three weeks she would be so completely gone for him, so very much his.
Nothing else seemed to matter when she was in his arms. He
was brushing her hair from her face and tenderly twining it through his fingers,
still rocking in and out of her. Debra
was beginning to feel light-headed from the sensations coursing through her
body, willing herself to just let him do what he wanted, trusting him
completely. He kept staring into her
eyes, and she smiled at him. Debra
didn’t know how long Russell kept up this slow rhythm.
It was deliciously frustrating, but she didn’t want it to end.
At one point she actually felt herself coming around him, but his cadence
was so slow, it just roiled through her and lasted for so long she actually
thought she swooned, like the ladies of days gone by.
She came back to Russell’s slow chuckle. “Was
that good, baby? It looked like
fun.” She
was too breathless to answer and could only nod. Equally
breathless, Russell whispered softly, “Deb, I gotta come.
I can’t take anymore. I
want you to come with me. Right with
me, I want to watch you come while I’m spurting into you.
Will you do that, luv? That’s
it, yeah, come for me, baby-girl. Love
me with your body.” Russell
increased his pace only slightly, but it was enough.
She felt herself drop over the crest of the wave he had brought her to
and as she came, she felt him coming as well and they stared into each other’s
eyes, breathlessly satiating themselves with each other, completely. He
dropped his head down next to hers, kissing her neck where it sloped to her
shoulder. She could feel the sweat
pouring from him. They stayed that
way for a long while, Debra’s legs and arms still wrapped around him,
Russell’s cock still embedded in her cunt, his lips and tongue caressing her
neck. Then
the world came crashing into their reverie.
Russell’s phone beeped, someone knocked loudly on the hotel room door,
the hotel room phone rang and finally Debra’s phone chirped.
They looked at each other and started laughing hysterically. “Ya
think someone needs us?” Russell said between giggles, picking up both his and
the hotel room’s phones. Debra
reached for hers and grabbed a terry cloth robe from the bathroom before heading
for the door. Russell
had whoever was on his phone hang on while he took care of the hotel call.
Debra answered her phone while walking across the sitting room towards
the door. The conflicting
conversations made the two of them laugh even harder between sentences. “Fern!
Hi, yeah, but we had to get up anyway, hang on, I gotta get the door.” “Thanks,
mate, yeah we’re up, appreciate it.” Russell
hung up that phone and turned to his. “Miranda?
Nah, luv, everything’s fine. Just
tryin’ to corral all these interruptions.
Yeah, fuck, don’t I know it.” “Mark,
hi!” “Where
ya hidin’ the boss-man?” “He’s
in the bedroom but he’s not decent.” “I’ve
seen worse.” Mark headed back to
the bedroom as Debra settled on the couch to chat with Fern. Several
hours later, Russell and Debra were eating brunch with Miranda and Mark,
outlining the day’s events. A
brief press conference in the afternoon was the only change to Russell’s plans
which included a premiere and after party that evening.
Miranda promised to help Debra pick out an outfit for that while Russell
and Mark had a conference call scheduled between the two events with his company
in Australia, setting up his schedule during his trip home. The
premiere would be the first public event Russell would be taking Debra to and
she was extremely nervous. The press
conference didn’t count, she felt, since that was her introduction.
She wasn’t at all sure she wanted to do either, but knew that Russell
would never let her decline. And
deep down, she was grinning from ear-to-ear, realizing that this was the
glamourous side of being “Rusty’s Girl”. Once
they had arrived at the small banquet room Miranda had booked for the press, she
looked at Deb squarely and asked, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Debra
watched Russell’s slow smile as she nodded. “I’ll
be right there to stop any unnecessary questions.
Just answer like we discussed and remember, if you don’t want to
answer, just smile and look at me, I’ll take care of the question.
Ready? All right, let’s
go.” Russell
put his arm around her protectively and they walked into the room, being met
with flashing bulbs. Russell stopped
in front of the table they would be sitting at during the Q&A and smiled
waiting for the cameras to slow down a bit before taking a seat.
He held Deb close to him, at one point leaning close to her, kissing her
hair softly then whispering, “Bunch of fucking piranhas, just imagine them in
their underwear, luv.” Deb
giggled and then he was leading her to a chair, seating her first then sitting
down next to her, his arm once again pulling her close to him. Miranda
began by introducing her and then indicated to her “planted” friendly
reporter that he could have the first question. “So,
Russell, how did you two meet?” “I
heard her singing in a bar about a year ago, then heard her radio show about
three weeks back and had the good fortune of a driver who knew who she was and
he took me up to her studio.” “A
year ago?” the reporter queried. “Yeah,
mate. Love works in mysterious
ways.” “I
thought that was God,” Deb said, not realizing she was going to speak until
the words were out. Russell
chuckled as did the reporters who had heard her. “Him,
too, luv,” and kissed her. A few
of the female reporters let out involuntary “Aw’s”. Miranda
pointed to another reporter. “So,
Miss Gale, what did you think when you saw Russell Crowe in your radio
station?” “Actually,
I seem to recall I wasn’t capable of rational thought at the time.”
More laughter. “But, yeah,
I was a bit over-awed.” “That’s
just cuz I knew who Roland Orzabal was, luv.”
Debra laughed with Russell. “Did
you recognize him when he first saw you?” another reporter called out. “As
a matter of fact, no. I wasn’t
into films at the time and just thought he was a sweet but scruffy Aussie
waiting for his flight.” Russell
gave her a grinning scowl amidst the laughter. The
questions came more rapidly and Debra did her best to keep up, Russell
thankfully taking up the slack when she felt a little non-plussed.
More details of their getting together, were they in love and then the
biggie. “So
wedding bells in your future?” Miranda
stepped forward, this was the one she didn’t want getting out of hand, but let
Russell answer. “Mate,
it’s only been three weeks! Let us
get to know one another.” The
reporter acquiesced but followed-up with, “Well, if it’s only been three
weeks, how are you so in love already?” Russell
looked at Deb pointedly, then turned back to the reporter.
“When you fall in love, mate, you’ll know the answer to that
question.” Miranda
decided that was as good as it should get. “All
right everyone, thank you so much for coming.” There
were groans and then rapid-fire questions from the journalists gathered there,
one question loud enough to make everyone stop in their tracks. “So,
Russell, why were you at the Capital Record building?
Are you going to give your girl a career?” Russell
turned from helping Deb from her chair. Miranda
recognized the murderous glare coming from her favourite client and tried to
stop him, but it would have been easier to stop a rampaging bull at that point. “Deb
is an accomplished musician. And not
that you need any explanation, but when she makes it big, it won’t be because
I’ve done anything. It’s because
the public will love her voice. And
if I ever see you again, you’ll be fucking sorry.” He
pulled Debra with him and marched out of the room, leaving Miranda and Mark to
clean up the mess he’d left. And
didn’t stop until they were back up in the room.
He slammed the door shut. And
stood there looking grimly at nothing. Debra
wasn’t sure what to do. She just
knew that this was not something she wanted to be part of.
Actually felt a bit pissed off that it had ended so badly. “Russell,”
she began. “Not
now, luv,” he put a hand out to her to stop her. That
did it. “’Not
now, luv’?” she repeated in full mimicry of his voice, “What do you mean,
‘Not now’?” “I
mean, give me a minute, Debra.” “Fine, you pout, I’ll be in the bedroom. Maybe you’ll figure out how to deal with your anger so as not to include me in it.” She walked over to him and said in a low voice, “You know, you’re not the only one that guy pissed off.” And then she marched into the bedroom.
~*~
Russell
watched her march off, unable to keep from getting angrier.
He headed for the bedroom, part of him knowing it was exactly what he
shouldn’t be doing. But that
asshole downstairs had followed them from fucking LA
and ruined a perfectly good moment for the second time and he was pissed.
And about to take it out on the one person he absolutely shouldn’t.
None of these thoughts could stop his forward motion. “You
don’t walk away from me, Deb. Ever.
If I need a minute to calm down, there’s no reason you can’t give it
to me…” His voice trailed off as
he noticed that she wasn’t in the bedroom, either. He
noticed her pill case on her bedside table.
He didn’t know why it caught his attention, but he was endlessly
grateful that it did. When he picked
it up, he felt his anger leave him in a rush. “What
a fucking great ass I am,” he whispered. He
walked softly back out to the sitting room and picked up the hotel phone.
He spoke for several minutes to room service and then to the front desk.
Then he called Miranda on his cell asking her to postpone her shopping
trip with Debra for about an hour. Called
Mark and arranged the same postponement for the call to Oz. Within
ten minutes, there was a knock on the door and Russell received the deliveries
he had ordered. After tipping them,
he showed the two young men the door and went to his suitcase and found a small
package he had brought with him, hiding it on the table with the other sundries
that had been brought up. Then he
picked up one item and walked quietly back to the bathroom where he surmised Deb
had retreated. He knocked on the
door lightly. “Debra,
luv? Can I come in?
Please?” After
several minutes, he heard the door lock snick
softly. He waited for it to open but
she wasn’t going to give in that easily, apparently.
He turned the knob and stepped in tentatively. “Baby,
I’m sorry,” he said softly. She
was sitting in the far corner, arranging the leftover roses in a vase.
He could see that she had been crying, and that tugged at his heart so
hard, it was all he could do not to fly over and hold her.
But he knew he needed to wait and let her initiate contact. “No,
I’m the one who should be sorry. You’ve
been dealing with this scum for a lot of years and I shouldn’t presume to tell
you how to react to them. You’re
more than justified and I know that you only wanted to calm down before having
to deal with me.” She continued to
play with the roses and wouldn’t look at him.
Her cheeks were bright red; he couldn’t believe she was actually
embarrassed! “Luv,
it’s all right. We’re still
getting to know each other.” “I
know. I’m still sorry, though.” He
took a few steps towards her. And
held out the peace offering he’d brought with him. When
she made out what he had, she smiled slowly and held out her hand.
“You’re fucking psychic, Crowe,” was all she said as she took the
proffered chocolate. “Just
observant,” he grinned cheekily at her. “Come
out to the sitting room. I’ve got
more goodies for you. Miranda’s
gonna come up in an hour, so let’s just sit and snack, okay?” “’Kay.”
Debra held her hand out to him and he helped her up. For
an hour they played backgammon, her favourite game, ate huge amounts of
chocolate and downed several glasses of a fine cabernet.
Just before Miranda came up, Russell knowing she’d be right on time as
always, he went over to get the last of the presents he had hidden from her
until that moment when she’d be leaving. He
handed her a small box and watched with a smile her quizzical look as she tore
off the wrapping. “What’s
this then?” “Just
a little something I want you to have.” “Russell,
you don’t need to get me anything. I
know you have this rep for buying gifts, but seriously, baby, you do enough for
me already.” He
kissed her and whispered, “Shut up and look inside already.” She
opened the velvet box and her eyes grew wide.
Russell wondered if she’d speak; the look on her face was one that made
him think she couldn’t. She
lifted the watch out of the box. It
was silver and gold with a small diamond at the twelve o’clock position.
There was an inscription on the back that Russell showed her. Full Weight.
That’s how I love you. Russell. He
hadn’t known when he would declare his love for her, but had known in LA that
he did. He had purchased the watch
and impetuously decided on the inscription, hoping he’d be able to give it to
her during their trip. Deb looked up at him, her eyes bright with tears, and smiled. She kissed him softly and he pulled her into his arms, engulfing her with his body, his heart full.
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