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Nada I know that Per and Marie are not a couple, but I wrote this for the many fans who would like/have liked to see them as one. The events here are fictious and linking them to either Per or Marie was purely coincidental. Please keep and open mind while reading this and I hope you enjoy it... I hope you really don't see what is written here... "Jeny" |
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Dinner continued rather quietly. After dinner, the couple went
back to the cabin. Per brought in a few logs and threw them on the fire
place, then lit them. While he was trying to get a fire started, Marie
went downstairs to change. When he was finally satisfied with the flames
eminating from the fire place, Per went to the kitchen and got out a
bottle of red wine and two glasses. He put the bottle and glasses on the
center table, turned off all the lights and sat on the sofa, waiting for
her. The fire roared and lit up the room.
He couldn’t help put think about dinner and the interesting conversation that came up. She was hiding something and he knew it was about Josefin. He suspected that Micke was not the biological father. If so, who was? "Maybe it’s me?" Echoed in his head. Quickly he shook his head and dismissed the thought. At first, when he found out that Marie was pregnant, he wondered about the child and the possiblity that Josefin was his daughter. Now he knew better. He knew Marie wouldn’t hide that from him. No, if that was his daughter, Marie would have told him a long time ago. He was certain of this but remained puzzled at who Josefin’s father would be. He wanted to know so much, but decided not to interfere. He sighed deeply, then got up and walked out to the balcony. As he looked out into the chill of the night, he thought about the future. It wasn’t going to be easy to keep the affair going and it would be so much harder just to let her go. He sighed again then walked back inside. "Per?" He heard Marie call. "Yea?" He replied back, trying to choke back the pain in his voice. "I’ll be right up, sorry for taking so long." She said back. He sighed yet again and wondered what was taking her so long. Quickly, he opened the bottle of wine and poured the red liquid into both glasses. Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw her. He looked towards her direction and was left breathless. She wore a long, wine red, satin nightgown that seemed to hug every curve in her body. He couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh. She was breathtaking and looked like an angel floating as she slowly approached him. When she stood before him, she seemed to shy away, apparently well aware of the feelings that were flowing through him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her and sort of hated the thought of sliding that nightgown off of her. "Do you like it?" She told him. Per flashed a big smile then replied, "Oh yes, parts of me are already applauding." They both laughed at his remark. Slowly she pulled him up until he stood before her. "Dance with me," She pleaded and took him by the hand until they were in the center of the room. There she left him while put a tape in the stereo and pressed play. A lovely instrumental peice named "Ghost Box" (By: Black Box) filled the air. Per watched as she came back to him. She walked to the beat of the song. Her eyes looked deep into his, tempting him. She slowly slid into his arms and their lips locked in a slow kiss. As they slow danced, they tasted eachother. Per softly nuzzled Marie’s neck and grined when he heard her soft giggles. A sudden burst of engery had him picking her up and twirling around the room. When dizziness finally hit, they both tumbled onto the sofa, laughing. "Well you know who to kill a moment!" She said while laughing. "Sorry! I don’t know what got into me," he replied still laughing. After they finished laughing, he slid to the edge of the sofa, took one of the wine glasses and sipped some of its contents. Marie got up and stood before him. With a grin she took the glass away from him and put it on the table. Slowly she then lowered herself and sat on top of him. Almost instantly their lips locked again. Slowly they kissed, a nice passionate kiss. When they finally let go, Per smiled and said, "Did I ever tell you how much I love you?" Marie smiled and responded, "Not many times, but I know that you do because I love you too." With that Per kissed her one more time. "You know, you look beautiful tonight. Almost seems a shame to take this nightgown off of you." He told her with a smile. Marie kissed him softly letting him know that she wanted to take things slow tonight. Per returned the soft kiss. She took the initiative and started placing soft kisses on his face. Per closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment, smiling as she loved his body. Marie softly kissed his neck and followed a trail of kisses to his right ear, taking his hoop earing into her mouth and nibbling lightly. Per moaned softly and soon her mouth was covering his again. Per slid onto his back and let Marie lay on top of him. He smiled and looked into her eyes. "I love you." He said softly. Marie smiled back and kissed him, "I love you, too." After a few fevorish kisses, they became one again and created another perfect night. After their love making, Per carried Marie back to their bedroom. There they lay and talked for hours. Per was surprised to hear that she had started painting again. He had been urging her, since he bought shares in Tylosand, to paint a portrait for him to hang there. She had always refused him, tonight was no different. They discussed doing something in their naitve language and possibily playing it on the US tours. They knew the fans would die of shock! A few hours after they had both fallen asleep, Per woke up to find Marie curled up in his arms, crying. "Marie? What’s wrong?" He asked, alarmed at finding her like this. When she didn’t respond he asked again, making his voice sound like he was determined to get an answer. "Nothing... nevermind." She said, choking on her ears. "Marie, please, I can’t stand seeing you like this...tell me what’s wrong?" "I should have told you," She began. "I should have told you when it happened, but I was afraid you’d hate me." "What?... Marie, what are you talking about?" Marie sighed and tried to calm herself. "Something happened to me during the Joyride tour... Something I never told you about." Suddenlly Per had a bad thought cross his mind. A thought of roadie or stage crew hurting her. Anger raged through his blood. He wouls murder any person who would dare harm Marie. "Did someone hurt you? I will kill the person who..." "No..." She interupted him. "No one hurt me... Well not THAT at least..." "Then what happened?" "Josefin..." Marie said, nearly in a whisper. "What about Josefin?" "Of course you’d hate me... You’d think I was trying to force you into staying with me." Marie sobbed more. Per moved so that he could face Marie. "What are you trying to tell me?" "Josefin is your daugheter, Per." Marie finally told him. He looked at her, mouth open and eyes wide in shock. What he had always thought over was true. It was all like a dream to him. Like if he would talk it would all disappear around him. He swallowed hard and forced himself to speak. "Josefine is my daughter?" "Yes. Per, please don’t hate me for not telling you. The way you acted after we made love that night and the fact that you were engaged to Asa and I was dating Micke. It was just too much. I didn’t want to burden you with Josefin. I didn’t want to ruin your life and have you hate me for it." She cried softly with her head low, afriad to look at him. "Josefin is MY daughter?" The words came out a little easier now. Suddenly a tear slid down Per’s cheek and within seconds he was holding Marie and rocking her. She was shocked. She had just told him that she had been decieving him all these years and he is hugging her for it. A smile curved on his face and he cried more. Soon Marie felt his hot tears over her flesh. This made her look up at him and realize he was truely happy. "You don’t hate me because I kept you from knowing the truth?" Marie said, making sure he was sane. "You should have told me." Per said. "I know I should have, but what would it have resolved?" "A lot of things..." "Like what, Per?... I would have ruined you relationship with Asa." "Marie, the only reason I didn’t persue you that night was because I thought it was mutual between us. That it was just a fling. Had I known that you and I were going to end up together again...things would have been different." He told her sincerely. He had truely surprised her. Marie always imagined Per screaming at her about the secret she hid. She always thought he would leave and never want to speak to her again. Per on the other hand, suspected many times about Josefin. The look in her eyes sometimes made him wonder, as well as the things she did when she was younger. It was all too identical to his own quirks. "I am so sorry, Per. I wish I could take it all back." She cried softly to him. "What’s done is done. We can’t go back in time no matter how much we try ,But I do love you and we can make the most out of it." He said still cuddling her. She couldn’t help but wonder what they would find when they went back home. Home, the word frightened her. At the moment Home was with Per. She prayed to God for another chance. For them to be able to start in the begining. To go back in time with the knowledge of the future and fix what went terribly wrong. With that in mind, Marie fell asleep in Per’s arms. As she slowly drifted off to dreamland, Per couldn’t help but hold her tighter. He had missed out on so much and most of it was his fault. That night during the Joyride tour he had thought about taking her back and breaking the engagement off. Then he remembered how angry he became when Marie and Micke were established as a couple. Micke was a great guy, but Per couldn’t see anyone with Marie except him. During the tour he had often argued with Anders and his flirting with Marie. Per hated it so much, often it showed while they were on stage or in the interviews they did. When he was with Marie, he was never a jealous man. When they were apart, he couldn’t help but detest every man who layed eyes on her. How dare they! She wasn’t just a peice of meat! Per shook his head freircely and tried to get certain details out of his mind. He held Marie a little lighter then slid lower into the bed. Soon, he too fell asleep in her arms. A day later, they were flying back to Sweden. Per took Marie’s hand and squeezed slightly as the plane made it’s final decent into Stockholm airport. "It was good while it lasted." Per whispered softly to Her. "It’s not over yet..." Marie responded with a grin. Per couldn't help but smile. |
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