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This story might not make sense since I'm going to write it as it's being dictated in my head. You say, why don't you change it? I say, well... 'cause it's not being said in a 'changed' way. Make sense? Yes? Explain it to me, then.
All comments are greatly appreciated.
Rock star. Beautiful lead singer. Tall, dark haired, and amazing blue eyes. She has her pick of fans. She can have anyone she wants. They all want her. Who wouldn't?
She's riding in her limo when she spots a beautiful blonde walking the city streets. As usual, the traffic in Manhattan is brutal and the limo's pace is practically slower than the walker.
She brings down the window and yells before the walker gets too far ahead of her.
The blonde stops and looks. Startled. Mesmerizing green eyes. "Yes?"
"Do you know who I am?"
A pause. "Yes."
"So come on, get in."
"What for?"
"You're the chosen one for today."
"I see. So just because I know your name and you say I've been chosen, I'm supposed to get in the car with you?"
The rock star laughed. "Well, why wouldn't you? I've chosen you.
"Huh." A long steady stare. "So you've chosen me and now I should drop everything and go with you?"
A dazzling smile. "Look, just get in. We can play hard to get later." A beautiful eyebrow arches.
"Right, whatever." The blonde continues on her walk. Green eyes are immediately missed.
"Wait! You can't turn me down. Nobody turns me down. I know you want me!" She calls out to the now distant blonde.
Nobody turns me down. The beauty frowns. She gets out of the limo and walks quickly to the girl.
"Do you know I can have my pick of any girl? You should be honored."
"Dream on."
They reached the brownstone where the girl lived and the blonde calmly inserted her key into the lock.
The rock star was perplexed at the refusal. She followed.
The blonde turned around. "I suggest, you go 'pick' someone else." The black haired woman was gently pushed out.
The push. A hand connecting lightly between full breasts.
***
The blonde was quite surprised when the following day, the event repeated itself. There was the rock star, in her limo, following. Once again, the rock star was left behind. But this time, she got as far as the door to the apartment. If anyone realized the advancement, it wasn't shown.
The third day came. The rock star is now inside the apartment.
"Look, I know you can get anyone one you want. But I refuse to be a number. I want to mean something in your life. I want to be the only one in your life. When your hands touch my body, I want to know that it's my body the only one you touch, the only one you crave. When I kiss your lips, I want to taste just your essence, not the leftovers from the one that came before me. Do you understand?"
The blonde walked over to the large window, just looking at the darkening skies. Her heart in turmoil. Her body tingling from images of long black hair trailing her body. Her ears imagining the sound of her name being gently spoken in passion.
She felt the warmth behind her. The perfume that had intoxicated her for two sleepless nights surrounding her.
"Will you wait for me?"
"Yes."
She was left with fading footsteps and a door being softly shut.
***
It was Tuesday. The blonde walked to a little tiny record shop that was great for imports and even better for getting the hottest cds that just came out. The major stores were always sold out and she didn't want to wait. Not for this one.
In reverence, she picked up the cd she came for. She lovingly caressed the face on the cover, as if she were trying to physically connect. Whirlwind thoughts of three crazy days almost two years ago came to her. The throbbing that had become a constant, returning, stronger.
Thinking she was crazy, she felt surrounded by the scent that had continued to haunt her day after day.
"I heard she fell in love." Came a sweet husky voice in her ear.
Smalls hands started to shake. The grip tightened. "I heard someone was waiting for her"
A long sigh is heard from the rock star. A sigh of relief.
"Come, the wait is over."
The blonde turned around and traced beautiful lips with a worshipping finger. "Mine?
Long arms wrapped around a slender waist and lips descended.
One thought, two minds...delicious.
"Remember that taste," was whispered into an ear. "For that will always be me, and only me.
The End
© 2000 Lace Priest