"Al Heaven": Chapter Nine - by Char

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Summary: Jen Puts Her Plan Into Action, Al is on the Road to Recovery

Rex’ Place…

Rex: Here you go.

Jen: You remembered I’m a rum and coke girl, huh?

Rex: I remember a lot about you.

Jen (sarcastically): Really?

Rex: You’d be surprised.

Jen: Hmph!

Rex moves in closer to Jen, takes the drink out of her hand, cups his hands around her jaw, and looks into her eyes.

Rex: I’m beginning to think this wasn’t such a bad idea.

Jen pulls away.

Jen: If you thought it was such a bad idea, why am I here?? I should be the one staying away from you after you left me to get home on my own that night!!

Rex approaches Jen again, nuzzles her, and looks her in the eyes. Jen pulls away again.

Rex: So you are into me after all? And here I thought you were using me. I thought you were just a good little girl wanting to act like a bad girl, a sweet little tease that deserved to find her own way home that night.

Jen: That excuses you? That’s hilarious!

Jen turns away, with deer caught in the headlights look.

Rex: What are you doing here? Did you finally realize that goody-goody Joe would never satisfy a woman like you?

Jen: Joe is not for me.

Jen turns back to face Rex again.

Jen: The only reason Joe even had anything to do with me is because he felt sorry for me and wanted to help. He had the decency to pick me up in the middle of the night when I was alone and scared.

Rex: If you hate me so much, why are you getting into my bed?

Jen (seductively): Because you are as bad as me.

Rex gulps. He then grabs Jen and pushes her body against the wall, grinding his into hers. Jen pretends it is Al in her mind in order to go through with it, and responds to Rex’s advances with returned pleasures. Rex slides his hand over her shoulder to slide her sleeve down, and turns his head to look at her as he begins to undress her. Jen pulls away.

Jen: I’m suddenly not feeling well.

Jen looks at Rex like she’d seen a ghost, and runs out.

Rex: Jen, what… ? Hea!

Rex starts to chase her but stops himself. Jen is crying as she runs to her car.

Motel on the outskirts of town…

Marcy notices Al stirring.

Marcy: Al, you alive?

Al: Huh?

Marcy: I’m just checking on you.

Al smiles and sits up.

Al: You can’t help it, can you?

Marcy: What?

Al: Care… about me.

Marcy: I wish I didn’t. [pause] Don’t get any ideas.

Al smiles slyly.

Al: Like what kind of ideas?

Marcy changes the subject.

Marcy: You hungry?

Al: For your forgiveness, angel.

Marcy’s head tilts, and her face expresses a desire to reach out to Al. After a moment of consideration, Marcy walks toward Al.

Marcy: You better not ever treat me that way again.

Al: From this day forward, I, Al Holden, swear by everything that means anything to me, that I will try to be the man my angel believes I can be.

Al moves in closer to Marcy, whose lips are quivering from his loving gesture. Marcy remains caution, but looks into his eyes searching for his intention toward her. She appears intrigued but also frightened of her feelings.

Al: Do I scare you?

Marcy: Al, I…

Marcy is at a loss for words. Al reaches out to Marcy, and since she doesn’t back or turn away, Al brushes his knuckles on her cheek softly.

Al: I never want to scare you. I want… I…

Al’s eyes stare longingly at Marcy, and breathes her in. Marcy’s eyes are moist, and do not turn away from Al. Her eyes widen, and her mouth drops with lips curving in the pattern of a smile, as if to invite Al. Al has never seen Marcy act so seductively. Al pulls Marcy toward him, and finds his arms sweeping under Marcy’s, as he slides his head forward, leaning in.

Marcy finds herself grasping for Al, and barely able to breath. Their eyes are intent on their connection… and their lips meet longingly. Afterwards, they stare at each other, amazed and stunned by the intensity of what they feel.

Al: What about Mr. Voice?

Marcy stands firm, and responds tauntingly.

Marcy: What about Jen?

Al leans in again, and whispers, “Jen, who?” before his lips trail back to Marcy’s lips. Their bodies are responding, but an unspoken understanding is reciprocated.

Al and Marcy put closure on the kiss.

Al stares at Marcy, as she smiles shyly. Al appears enthusiastic and motivated.

Al: You won’t believe I’m the same guy. You make me believe I can do anything.






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