After the SOD awards-3

Email: Sarah

"The worst part has to be walking from one end of the stage to the other. I really thought I was going to trip and fall on my butt!" Ingo said to Vanessa.

"Forget about tripping I was just praying the top of my dress wouldn't fall down on National TV"

" And that would be a problem, because...?"

Vanessa playfully through her napkin at Ingo, as they both started laughing.

Leslie couldn't believe these two had just spent an entire half n hour of her time totally ignoring her. Every time she had tried to join the conversation, they had literally ignored her as if she wasn't even in the room.

" Maybe next year you could wear something that HAD a top" Leslie interrupted.

Vanessa and Ingo both shot Leslie a dirty look.

"Just kidding" Leslie said grabbing her plate and going into the kitchen.

"Please, Ingo" "Pleeeee-se let me hit her?"

Ingo smiled at Vanessa even though he knew she was completely serious.

He grabbed her little hand which was already scrunched up in a fist. Her hand looked so cute that he couldn't resist giving it a kiss.

Vanessa's frown instantly turned into a heart melting smile.

She leaned over until their noses touched, she looked right into his eyes and in a very sexy voice, whispered, "You know the sooner she leaves, the sooner we could..."

Her voice faded out as she touched her lips to his and very slowly started licking the outline of his bottom lip.

Ingo quickly pulled away from her and headed into the kitchen,. "So, Leslie, Are you ready to start rehearsing??!!"

Vanessa couldn't help sitting there with a stupid grin on her face. She had nothing to worry about. He was just as crazy about her as she was about him.

Leslie and Ingo walked into the living room and started looking over the scripts that Leslie had already placed on the table.

"Good, this doesn't look too bad" Ingo commented.

"No, I mean it's not a lot or anything, it's just that I thought we could go over it once ...or twice, it would help me for when we actually tape."

"Sure lets just start at the first scene,....

"Well, I think the first scene I am okay with, it's the third one , you know where I come over to the penthouse and you have just come out of the shower..." Leslie looked over at Vanessa who was still sitting at the dinning room table"

"Oh, don't mind me, just go on with your little scene as if I wasn't even in the room" Vanessa said with a devilish look.

Leslie looked at Ingo who looked back at Vanessa.

"Sweetie, why don't you go into the bedroom and watch TV or something" Ingo asked even though he knew very well what her answer would be.

"Thanx, but no thanx. I think I'll stay right where I am and watch, after all I might pick up a few pointers from Leslie here."

Before Leslie got a chance to answer Ingo placed his hand on her shoulder and gave Leslie a look that said to just ignore her.

For Ingo's sake she would try.

"Allright, why don't we just start from when I let you in. Pretend we   are alone in the penthouse and all I have on is a towel." Ingo said nonchalantly.

Both women swallowed hard as they tried to keep their composure.

"Miranda, what are you doing here?"

"Jax, I must talk to you, Can I come in?"

"Sure but please make it fast, I am supposed to meet Brenda at the   Ouback for dinner and I don't want to keep her waiting"

"Good Answer!" , "Sorry",..Vanessa shrugged as they both turned around to stare at her.

"Brenda is the reason I am here."

Ingo sat down on the couch as Leslie sat next him

Why doesn't she just sit on his lap!!, Vanessa thought to herself.

"Jax, I don't know how to say this but I was walking past the docks and I happened to over hear Brenda and Sonny talking"

"Yeah right!"

"Vanessa, please", "This is serious, Leslie needs help with her acting."

"Your telling me"

"What?" Leslie asked.

"Nothing, I'll keep quiet, I promise".

Leslie sighed and continued with her lines.

"I was walking past the docks and I happened to hear Brenda and Sonny talking, Jax I,...I.."

"Miranda, just tell me!"

"Okay. Brenda and Sonny had sex in the cave!"

"Bitch!!!" Vanessa practically knocked over her chair as she stood up.

Ingo stood up and walked over to Vanessa. Dragging her by the arm he took her into the bedroom. Leslie just sat on the couch in complete disbelief with her mouth wide open.

"Oh my God!", "Ingo, I am soo sorry. I didn't mean it. I just got a little carried away" Vanessa tried to keep a straight face but was finding it very difficult.

"Vanessa, this isn't funny. you might of really hurt her feelings."

Vanessa stood there listening to her scolding as if she was a little kid and he was the school principal reprimanding her for teasing another student.

"Leslie is not the one who writes the lines, she just says them, you shouldn't blame her for the way this story is being written."

"I know", Vanessa said in all sincerity."

"It's just that this triangle, quadrangle, whatever the hell you want to call it is getting so frustrating. At least you, Leslie, and Maurice only have to play one side, I have to play both sides. Can you see how this can get to me?"

"Of course, I can"

Ingo felt bad that he had yelled at her. He had to remember how sensitive she was. After all she had been playing out this story for almost 3 years now. He moved closer to her and put his hands on her waist pulling her closer to him.

She responded by putting her arms around his neck and pressing her body real close to his.

"I am just tired of all this going back and forth..."

"Waffling", Ingo corrected.

Vanessa smiled as she remembered that Ingo had told her a dozen times the correct word, according to his webbpage of course, was Waffling.

"Fine, waffling. I just wish they would end this story, and let us move on to a new story"

"Us?" Ingo stepped back and looked at Vanessa.

"Yes, Us! You don't think that I want Brenda and Sonny to get back together do you?"

"Well, I don't know, I mean I know how much you enjoy working with Maurice and I always read articles where you were promoting Brenda's relationship with Sonny."

"That was before they gave us Jax and Brenda's love story. I don't' think that the writers could do anything new with them They are yesterday's news. We, I um mean Jax and Brenda are about today, what true love is all about"

She kissed Ingo on the chest.

"I do love working with Maurice, he has taught me a lot. But I also love working with you and I think that if given more time we could possible be the best soap couple anyone has ever seen!"

Ingo looked down at Vanessa. He bent his knees and without saying another word he started kissing her neck. Vanessa just closed her eyes, and could instantly feel her legs turn to jelly. She had to hold on to his neck tightly or she would literally fall down.

He felt her trying to get her footing, he picked her up by the waist and leaned her against the wall. She held his onto his waist tightly with her legs. He rubbed his hands up and down her thighs, as she started to feel the whole world come to a screeching halt.. She could not hear, feel or think about anyone or anything but Ingo and all the things she wanted for him to do to her and all things she wanted to do to him.

"Van, I have to get back to Leslie, why don't you...

"Don't worry, I'll find something to entertain myself till you get back"

"I love you"

Vanessa smiled at him as he left and walked out the door.

She walked over to his bed and hugged his pillow.

What was she supposed to do. She could call someone. No. She didn't feel like explaining to anyone what had happened in the last 24 hours She would deal with the trillion questions tomorrow when she went back to work.

She looked around Ingo's bedroom. She spotted a couple of magazines on his desk. She put on his black bathrobe that she had given him for Christmas and sat down in the little section of his bedroom which he had made into a mini- office. She picked up some of the magazines that were lying right on top.

"Cars", "Classic Cars", "Ford's Top 100 Cars for 1997", "Cars, Cars, and Automobiles"

"Maybe I'll watch TV"   Vanessa looked all over for the remote control, but couldn't find it anywhere. And actually having to get up and change channels was not a option.

"Now what?"

As she plopped down on the chair again, she stared into the computer screen for something to do.

You could almost hear the bell go off in her head.

She pressed both the "on" buttons on the hardrive and the monitor...