TOO MUCH HEAVEN
by Cheryl B.
It was the late '70's. Sunny was a 21-year-old waitress-slash-aspiring-
actress, one of thousands of young Los Angeles hopefuls in the same
The Friday night capacity crowd at Glitter, the hot new disco in town,
was dancing and sweating beneath the mirrored balls and strobe lights,
the popular dance hits of the day pulsating at high decibel velocity
through the air.
In a seafoam green chiffon dress, a touch of glittery eyeshadow and
strappy silver high-heeled sandals, Sunny sat at a small glass and
chrome table sipping a white wine, waiting for her friend Natalie to
return from the ladies room.
Suddenly, a man approached her, no more than 25, wearing tight tan
pants and a pale blue polyester shirt unbuttoned to his navel,
displaying his hairy chest and multiple gold chains, his light brown
hair blow-dried to within an inch of its life.
"Hey, babe," he said with a smarmy grin and a none-too-subtle wink,
reeking of Brut and testosterone as he leaned in for the kill. "I'm
Bob, mind if I join you?" he said, confidently taking a seat without
waiting for a reply.
"Well, actually..." Sunny stammered, showing the Bob-meister far more
courtesy than he deserved, "I'm waiting for my friend."
"No problemo, babe," Bob grinned, "Three's my lucky number! Hey, maybe
the two of you can come back to my pad later - your friend *is* a
Lovely to meet you too, Bob. Charmed, I'm sure...
Subtlety was obviously not going to work on the neanderthal party
boy. "Actually, she's a *woman,* but thank you all the same."
"Aww, now c'mon, babe, be nice," Bob retorted, "I promise you'll have a
Oh I will, just as soon as you get lost...
"As I said, no." she said firmly, looking to see if Natalie was coming
back yet. Sunny hated this, and was feeling very uncomfortable.
"Oh, you're no fun - here," Bob said, shoving a handful of
assorted 'happy pills' in front of her face. "All you need is a few of
these babies to lose those inhibitions, satisfaction guaranteed."
"The lady said no."
Startled, Sunny looked up to see a vaguely familiar, decidedly handsome
man, in his late thirties she guessed, standing by the table, dressed
in white pants and shirt, with just a few buttons unbuttoned and a
single silver chain, his dark brown hair neatly trimmed and groomed.
And the intoxicatingly rich, masculine, yet understated scent that he
wore was the absolute antithesis of the cheap drugstore swill that
surrounded Bob like a toxic cloud. It was a battle of class versus
crass - and class was winning by a mile.
Her rescuer's manner and his ensemble were as elegant and subtly
sophisticated as his cologne, compared to the lounge lizard sitting
beside her, who, to her utter amusement, looked at the gentleman with a
smug 'no competition, gramps' smirk.
No competition indeed...
"Are you alright?" the man asked of Sunny in a soft, lovely English
accent, his eyes warm and kind with concern. She smiled at his grace
and chivalry, such a rare thing in an era, and a place, like this.
"She's fine, the babe's with me," Bob interjected, like the runt of a
litter of chihuahuas futilely marking his territory against a purebred
champion German Shepherd.
"I was speaking to the lady," Richard said with quiet yet unmistakable
"I'm fine, thank you," Sunny smiled. "Would you care to join me? Bob
here was just leaving."
"I'd be delighted, thank you!" he responded.
One hand on his hip, needing no more than a calm, steady glare and a
raised brow to make his point perfectly clear, the man sat down beside
Sunny when her dejected, rejected suitor finally arose, surrendering
his seat to the alpha male. Bob slunk across the room, tail between his
legs, to wield his dubious charm on some other 'babe' as the gentleman
introduced himself to Sunny.
"Hello, I'm Richard."
"I'm Sunny. A pleasure. Although are you sure it's not Sir Galahad,
because the way you rescued me from that jerk was quite gallant! Thank
Richard smiled. "No thanks are necessary, love, but if you insist on
repaying me, please allow me to buy you a drink and enjoy your company
for a little while."
"Oh no, let me buy the first round," she insisted. "It's the least I
can do." He grinned and conceded.
The bartender brought two glasses of white wine, and Richard looked at
Sunny, captivating her within the gaze of his ethereally pale green,
silver-frosted eyes. All she was able to do was smile softly back at
When, finally, she came back to some sense of reality, she realized his
"Oh my God, you're on television, aren't you? Richard... Richard
Dawson?" She felt like an idiot.
Richard laughed. "Guilty as charged, I'm afraid. But please don't hold
it against me!"
Sunny laughed, relieved that he wasn't offended that she hadn't
instantly recognized him. "Oh no, I enjoy you on 'Family Feud' very
much! It's just that I don't often get to watch, I'm so busy all the
time, between work and auditions."
Chuckling, Richard took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, the
warm power of his large hand holding hers sending a tiny shiver down
her spine. "I understand, darlin', please don't apologize. Despite
the rumors you may have heard, my ego isn't quite that easily
bruised." They laughed.
"You say you're busy with auditions - I take it you're an actress,
then?" he asked.
"Yes," Sunny smiled. "The stereotypical would-be actress by day,
waitress by night."
Richard kissed her hand gently. "My dear, somehow I've a feeling that
there is nothing at all stereotypical about you." He looked out at the
dance floor, then back at Sunny. "Would you care to dance?"
She nodded and he took her hand, leading her into the crowd of
dancers. The sounds of KC & The Sunshine Band's "Get Down Tonight"
rocked the house, as Sunny and Richard boogied their way through the
happy, bouncy dance tune.
Then, after working up a sweat with "Y.M.C.A." (as Sunny taught a
hopelessly giggling Richard the accompanying arm motions) and "Boogie
Wonderland," Richard and Sunny took a breather, returning to their
"I must be getting old!" Richard grinned, "That took a lot out of me."
He wiped his brow with a linen handkerchief retreved from his
"Well then, I guess I am too, because I'm bushed!" Sunny laughed. They
ordered mineral water with lime to quench their parched throats.
Within the lovely distraction of the moment, Sunny suddenly realized
that Natalie still hadn't returned. The obvious look of distress that
crossed her pretty face caused a concerned Richard to ask what was
troubling her, and she explained.
"Was she a blonde, wearing a light pink dress?" Richard asked.
"Yes!" Sunny replied, surprised. "How did you know?"
"Before I came over to your table, I overheard a
young lady at the bar talking to some fellow. She told him her name
was Natalie, and they left together."
Sunny sighed. "Oh great..."
"I'm sorry, love," Richard said compassionately, "it wasn't nice to
leave you stranded without telling you she was leaving."
"No," she explained, "It isn't that. I just hate the idea of her going
off with some guy she just met."
She looked at Richard, and suddenly felt very naive and very foolish in
the presence of this worldly, sophisticated man.
"Forgive me, I must sound like a total square," Sunny said, embarassed.
A sweet, warm smile slowly crept across Richard's handsome face. "Not
at all. You sound like a lady with class, character and self-respect.
A rareity in this day and age, I fear."
"Thank you," she laughed, relieved at his kind understanding. "But I'm
afraid that character won't even get you cab fare these days."
Richard took her hand, a serious look in his glowing eyes. "Darlin', a
man who only wants to take you home for the night doesn't deserve a
second glance, and he surely doesn't deserve a woman as special as
His warmth radiated across the table, filling her soul with a sense of
peace and comfort. "Thank you," she said softly, "it's just hard
sometimes. It gets lonely. I don't mean just sleeping alone, sometmes
it just feels like nobody else understands." She looked at
him. "Until now."
The realization of how very frank she was being with this relative
stranger caused her to blush and laugh nervously.. "Sorry, I didn't
mean to get so personal... can we just forget all that I've said, start
over and introduce ourselves again?"
Richard chuckled, tenderly pushing away a lock of shining deep chestnut
hair from her face. "No, no, Sunny. Please don't be sorry, I'm
flattered that you felt comfortable enough with me to be so open and
honest. Besides," he continued, "It's rather refreshing to meet a
woman who actually comes to these places for the music and dancing."
She smiled and sipped her mineral water. "Thank you, I guess I assumed
you'd think it was dreadfully old-fashioned, what I said. I
appreciate your understanding."
"My angel," Richard replied softly, "I'm no saint, believe me. But
I've learned, often the hard way, I must confess, that making love, if
you can even call it that, is an awfully cold and empty thing when it
doesn't come from the heart, growing out of love and caring for each
other." He looked down, a touch of quiet regret coloring his
features. "Believe me, love, it's a far lonelier feeling to wake up
with the wrong person, than to go to bed alone..."
Sunny, sensing that he was speaking from his own bittersweet
experience, merely squeezed his hand and offered a warm, understanding
Let him be for real. Please, God, let this one be for
The DJ announced that the last song was coming up, Richard and Sunny,
having talked the night away, couldn't believe so much time had
passed. He led her back to the dance floor one last time, taking her
into his arms as Donna Summer's "Last Dance" began to play. He looked
into her eyes as he held her close.
"Last dance, last chance for love. Yes it's my last chance for
As the lights bounced and shimmered off of the disco ball like a
multitude of stars in the dimly-lit discotheque, Sunny felt that she
had found an all-too rare gem of genuine romance, smack dab in the
middle of the cold, hedonistic '70's. The magic of this fragile
moment - the music, the mood, and the man looking at her with such
affection - was stealing her heart.
"Oh I need you by me, beside me to guide me..."
And as Richard's eyes sparkled with tenderness, he leaned in to softly
kiss her as they continued to dance. Sunny closed her eyes, her heart
pounding in her chest, and sighed.
"To hold me, to scold me, 'cause when I'm bad, I'm so, so
Gloriously bewitched, they continued to dance to the DJ's slow,
extended 'love mix' of the song, oblivious to the crowd surrounding
them. Richard pressed her close to him, his eyes warm and tender..
The sweet alchemy of this this blissful moment would be forever
ingrained upon Sunny's heart, without a doubt. No matter what
happened, it belonged to her, and even if she never saw Richard again,
she would always have this night, pressed within the pages of her
memories like a delicate, beautiful flower.
Finally, the music ended and the lights came up to signal the end of
the evening. Reluctantly, Richard helped Sunny on with her coat, and
walked her out to her car.
"Thank you so much, Richard," she said with a slight, sad smile,
knowing it was likely their final farewell, not daring to hope for
more. "I appreciate your rescuing me, and for your very enjoyable
company, it was a lot of fun." She kissed his cheek
Turning to open her car door, she stopped dead in her tracks when she
felt Richard's large, strong hand falling softly upon her shoulder,
causing her to close her eyes and shiver just a little.
"Sunny," he said in a low voice, turning her to face him. "Forgive me,
but your 'goodnight' just sounded so final. Please tell me that it's
not too much to hope for that I might see you again sometime?"
She swallowed the baseball-sized lump in her throat and looked at
him. "You... you'd like to see me again?" she said, surprised.
"With all my heart..." he replied. And with that, his mouth sought
hers, the tip of his tongue outlining her lips with a feathery touch,
silently urging her to succumb to his sweet, insistent kisses. Sunny
moaned in disbelieving bliss as she nestled one hand gently against the
back his head, the other resting on his chest, and drew him closer to
her as they kissed beneath the light of the moon.
His warm, moist tongue slowly explored every inch of her mouth,
savoring her sweetness and the obvious pleasure he was stirring within
her, as she was within him.
Sunny felt dizzied, gloriously so, and pulled Richard closer, needing
him even more deeply. He backed away for a moment to offer her a
crooked, seductive grin before crushing his mouth to hers,
understanding and fulfilling her need, his tongue deeper within her
mouth now, slow and so unbearably beautiful she nearly wept.
He found his way to her earlobe, nipping gently at it, tugging it
softly between his teeth, before making a trail of soft, warm kisses
down the flushed skin of her neck. Sunny gasped and cradled his head
in her hands, unable to do much more than to drink in the electric
sensation of his fiery kisses upon her skin.
Richard took her mouth in another deep, passionate kiss, and then
looked at Sunny with a gentle gaze.
"Shall I take that as a yes to that second date, then?" he asked
"What do you think?" Sunny asked with a grin. She thought for a
moment. "Hey, I've got a marvelous idea for tomorrow.... why don't you
pick me up early tomorrow afternoon, about 1? If you're up for a
surprise, that is."
Richard grinned and consented to her mysterious request, and she wrote
down her name, telephone number and address on a slip of paper before
they went their separate ways.
Richard was right on time the next day, as Sunny merely directed him
towards the new downtown thrift shop, offering no further clues.
Inside, they perused the racks, pawing through aisles of assorted
clothes from dressy blouses to tattered-beyond-hope jeans. Richard,
still hopelessly in the dark, played along like a good sport.
Finding a rather worn men's black tailcoat with fraying black satin
trim, she called Richard over to try it on.
"Is it Halloween already?" he chortled, "Perhaps I need a new
"Oh hush," she smiled, "You'll find out soon enough what we're doing
Grinning, he held his arms out as she helped him on with the jacket.
It was perfect, and she took it under her arm as she rifled through an
assortment of dresses, taking a couple of black ones into the dressing
room, soon emerging and replacing one on the rack, keeping the one she
chose slung over her arm with his jacket.
After selecting a pair of black high-heeled, mid-calf boots for
herself, and a rather trashed white men's dress shirt from the dime bin
for him, she grinned at Richard. "I think we're about done," Sunny
said as they headed to the checkout stand to pay for their
"My treat," she insisted with a smile when he pulled out his
He drove her back home, and Sunny kissed him softly as he opened her
car door for her. "Come by about eight and I'll help you get ready.
Just bring black pants and shoes, everything else is covered."
"If you're trying to intrigue me, it's working," Richard smiled,
kissing her again. "I'll see you at eight then, love, for whatever
grand adventure you have in store for us this evening." With a wave,
he was off.
Eight o'clock rolled around quickly, and Richard arrived at Sunny's
doorstep bearing roses, ringing the bell.
Opening the door, he stepped inside and closed it behind him. Seeing
that his lady was nowhere in sight, he called out her name.
"I'll be right there," her voice rang down the hallway, "Just give me a
"Alright, love." Smiling, Richard sat on the sofa, laying the flowers
on the coffee table, and waited, flipping through a copy of Life
Magazine, and anticipating the unknown.
"Hi there!" she said, causing him to look up. Richard's eyes grew huge
as the magazine slipped unnoticed to the floor. He looked Sunny up and
down in delighted awe.
She wore the clingy black button-front, knee-length dress she found at
the thrift shop, the bottom three and top two buttons undone, exposing
just the barest enticing hint of the black lace bra, sheer black
stockings and garters she wore underneath. The new-old boots and white
lace-trimmed apron and cap completed her transformation into a slinky,
sexy French maid.
Her eyes were made up with heavy dark eyeshadow and extra-long false
lashes - top and bottom - accented by her pale face and deep scarlet
lipstick. Her hair was an unruly yet appealing cacophony of dark,
frizzy curls, and she held an appropriate prop in her hand as she
grinned at Richard's unabashedly approving glance.
"I really like your feather duster," he said, coming near her with a
"Why, thank you...." she replied softly, returning eagerly the sweet,
passionate kiss he gave her, and playfully brushing the feather duster
against his chest.
"So," Richard said, still admiring his beautiful, otherworldly
domestic, "As completely enamored as I am with your lovely costume, I
fear I'm still at a loss as to what we're up to tonight."
Sunny figured she'd left him hanging long enough. "Well, there's this
wild new thing called 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' that everybody's
talking about." she explained. "A friend took me a couple of times.
It's a movie, but it's more than that - people get dressed up, throw
stuff, yell out things. It's great fun!"
His eyes lit up with recognition. "I've heard about that, it's
supposed to be quite the sensation, and it all started in Britain, if
memory serves. Sounds like fun, when does it start?"
"It's a tradition to show it at midnight," Sunny said. "The witching
hour brings out all the strange elements."
"Coals to Newcastle around this town," he chuckled, "But I'm game. So
what do I need to do to get ready?"
Sunny guided him to a chair in the middle of the kitchen. "Just sit
here and let me fix you up a bit." After putting the flowers in a vase
and setting them on the kitchen table, she grabbed her makeup bag.
She applied foundation and powder to make his skin tone very light and
ghostly, then added dark brown powdered blush with a small sable brush
to apply circles underneath his eyes, and used a larger brush to apply
the same powder to the hollows of his cheeks, making him look
appropriately gaunt and drawn.
She slicked back his hair with some gel, had him put on the shirt and
jacket from the thrift shop, covering the tops of his shoes with some
makeshift spats that she'd fashioned from the same old white sheet she
made her apron and cap from.
Sunny stood back to admire her handiwork. "Not bad..." she
grinned. "Come on, let's go take a look!"
She took his hand and led him to the full-length mirror in the hallway,
and they giggled at their reflection. "Hello, Riff-Raff," Sunny
said, "I'm Magenta. A pleasure to meet you!"
"Riff-Raff?" Richard chuckled, lightly kissing her hand, "I've been
called that many times." He smiled softly. "The pleasure is all mine,
my fair Magenta."
Sunny winked playfully at him. "Our characters are servants in a dark,
mysterious castle. And we're close. Very, very close..." She looked
at Richard tenderly, leaning in to offer her lips to him, which he
gladly accepted, pressing his mouth to hers and enjoyng their bit of
"Mmmmm, how close are we?" he growled softly, deepening his kiss.
She laughed. "Having a Match Game flashback, are you?".
"Oh God, I'm afraid so," he retorted with mock distaste. "I suppose
there's only one cure, then - come kiss me again and help me
It was 10 o'clock and they decided to head to the show, as Sunny warned
him that the theatre filled up quickly at the popular midnight shows,
but that standing in line waiting with the other theatregoers was half
the fun of it anyway.
As they arrived and took their place in line, Sunny had great fun over
Richard's fascinated enjoyment as he watched all the people in their
various costumes. And, whether it was his makeup and clothing, or the
youth of the crowd, nobody seemed to recognize him. It was a rare
treat to go out in public and be invisible, free to enjoy the evening
with the beautiful lady by his side, with no paparazzi or autograph-
seekers to disturb them.
There was a redhead in sequined shorts, top hat and bow tie; a young
blonde man in gold lame shorts; a group of people in ill-fitting
tuxedos, sunglasses and party hats; others dressed like Sunny and
Richard; some teens simply dressed in rock band t-shirts and jeans; and
a striking man in black bustier, garter, stockings and high heeled
glittery shoes, topped off with a cape, dark curly hair and beautiful,
impeccable makeup - dark eyes, purple-red lips, and arched brows.
"This is amazing!" he told Sunny, like a kid at Halloween in absolute
awe of his friends' cool costumes.
"Just wait," she teased him, "it gets better."
The doors opened soon, and Richard bought their tickets. They went
inside and found two seats toward the middle of the theatre, and
watched the people milling about - laughing, singing, talking, shouting
to each other across the room - as loud rock music blasted in the
When the music died down after a while, an announcer took the stage, in
jeans and a biker jacket dressed up with chains and other designs, a
large fake gash painted across his forehead. He welcomed everybody to
"And now," the man bellowed gleefully, "Are there any virgins here
The crowd roared, and Richard shot Sunny a puzzled grin.
"It means someone who's never seen the movie before," she explained,
while looking up at the announcer, pointing at Richard and smiling.
"What the...?" Richard exclaimed, laughing, when he saw what she was
doing. "Oh, you are gonna pay for this," he smiled mischievously as he
was egged on by the audience to go up onstage.
"Time to initiate the virgin!" the announcer yelled to the wild
masses. A beautiful young lady dressed like Sunny came up beside
"This is Candy. She's going to make a virgin sacrifice, everyone!"
The crowd went wild.
The girl took a bright red lipstick and marked his forehead with a
large "V," and then applied a liberal coating to her mouth, kissing him
on the cheek and leaving behind her lip print. Richard could not
disguise the fact that he was loving every single moment of the
Candy then had him kneel as she squirted a mound of whipped cream into
his mouth, topping it off with a cherry. He swallowed the cream and
kept the cherry in his mouth for several seconds, until he finally
pulled the stem out and showed the audience that he'd tied a knot in
They cheered wildly, and Richard raised his arms with a victorious grin
before returning to his seat beside Sunny.
"Showoff!" she chuckled, leaning over to kiss him softly on his
Richard looked back at her with a grin and a raised brow. "Just one of
my many talents."
"Oh be quiet and watch the show!" she teasingly chided him.
The crowd once again went nuts as the announcer introduced some of the
regulars who were having certain 'anniversaries' - a girl seeing her
100th show that night, a young man celebrating his 150th time.
After they returned to their seats, the announcer then called
out, "Gimme an R!"
"R!" the audience yelled back.
"Gimme an O!"
"Gimme a C!"
"Gimme a K!"
"Gimme a Y!"
"What's that spell?"
"I can't hear you..."
"One more time!"
"That's right! Now, show us some.... Lips!"
"Lips! Lips! Lips! Lips!" the crowd chanted in the darkening theatre
until they broke into applause at the sight of a huge pair of red lips
appearing on the screen, singing a.haunting yet affectionate song about
old B-grade horror films. Everybody sang along as a lady dressed like
a cigarette girl stood in front of the screen and lip-synched to the
Sunny handed Richard a paper bag with a baggie of rice, some dry toast,
a small blue squirt gun, a lighter, a few old playing cards, and a
newspaper. She also had one of her own.
"Looks like a strange snack, did they run out of popcorn at the
concession stand?" he laughed.
"They're props for the movie," she grinned. "You'll see..."
Richard shrugged and settled in, finding himself in utter, happy
bewilderment as the show progressed - the strange musical film itself,
the costumed cast acting out the on-screen action, and the often
hilarious catcalls the audience would scream back at the screen. He
glanced over occasionally at Sunny with a big smile.
There was a wedding scene, and Richard suddenly found himself being
pelted with rice. Taking a cue from Sunny, who was taking handfuls of
rice from her own bag and hurling them in the air, he followed suit,
"This is unbelievable, I love it!" he exclaimed. Sunny smiled at him,
motioning for him to get out his newspaper, lighter and squirt gun for
a scene where the two young lead characters - Brad and Janet - were
walking toward the ominous castle in the rain. The audience was a sea
of newspaper-covered heads, just as Janet covered her head in the
movie, and squirt guns to simulate the on-screen rain storm, pausing to
raise flaming lighters when the characters sang "There's a light....
over at the Frankenstein place..."
During that song, he saw a character that looked somewhat familiar
singing in the castle window. "That's me, isn't it?" he asked her.
"Yes, that's Riff-Raff!" she smiled.
"Where are you at, love?"
"Just a few minutes, you'll see me!"
Sure enough, as the innocent young couple entered the castle, a
strange, sexy French maid slid down the bannister and started singing
"There you are!" he grinned.
"Come on!" Sunny said, pulling on Richard's arm.
"Stand up! It's The Time Warp!"
Richard had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, but he
obeyed her command, allowing himself to be carried along on this
wonderously wild ride, as the entire audience mimicked the dance on the
"It's just a jump to the left..."
The audience threw their arms in the air and jumped in unison.
"And then a step to the right..."
Sunny showed Richard how to move his right foot, tapping it lightly to
the side three times as his arms moved in time.
"With your hands on your hips, you bring your knees in tight.."
Everyone swung their arms around in a circle, ending up with their
hands on their hips, and drawing in their knees together.
"But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane..."
Hands still on hips, Richard tried to keep up, looking at the screen,
then at Sunny, pushing his hips forward four times, then undulating
them in a circular motion as she was showing him.
"Let's do the Time Warp again!"
En masse, the group jumped to face to the left, then to the right,
ending with one hand thrust into the air, waiting for the next verse to
After the song, everyone sat back down, soon worked into a frenzy again
as a caped figure - obviously an audience favorite - made his grand
entrance on screen, looking like that one man in line earlier.
Before they knew it, the show was over. It surely was an evening
Richard would not soon forget.
"Well, what did you think of your first time?" Sunny asked with a grin
as they got into his car.
"I had a blast!" Richard exclaimed, "Thank you so much for sharing this
new experience with me."
"It was absolutely my pleasure," she said softly. "I'm so glad you had
a good time."
"I did. But it did leave me a bit wound up from the adrenaline rush -
would you like to go for a drive before I take you home?"
"Sure," Sunny agreed.
They drove for a little over half an hour, before coming to a deserted
lot overlooking the lights of the city. Richard parked the car, and
Sunny rested her head on his shoulder as he held her in his arms.
"Mmmmm, this is nice," she sighed, snuggling closer.
"Very nice..." Richard agreed quietly, one hand rubbing her shoulder as
the other turned on the radio to set a soft, romantic mood.
Looking into his eyes, Sunny touched his cheek, the makeup she'd
applied to him earlier beginning to fade. His hands tangled in her
curls, drawing her face to his, and he sweetly invaded her painted lips
with a deep, needful kiss.
Pressing against him, she moaned softly, closing her eyes and drinking
in the unbearably beautiful sensations that flooded her.
His mouth still one with hers, he clutched her to him, feeling her
heart pounding as his tongue flickered passionately against hers.
"I've never made out with a sexy French maid before," Richard growled
softly with a sweet, wicked grin, "But I could certainly get used to
"So could I..." she breathed, reveling in the deep, passionate kiss
As Sunny grasped him tightly, she felt his warm breath tickling her ear
as he whispered, sending shockwaves through her body. "You are a very
special girl, and so very, very beautiful."
"Richard..." she gasped as his hand came to rest feather-soft on her
thigh, their close embrace revealing to her that his excitement matched
"God, Sunny..." he groaned, softly kissing her neck as his fingertips
lightly traced the lace that edged the top of her stocking.
How ironic, she thought, as she began to melt into his arms like a
chocolate kiss in the summer sun. After their conversation at the
disco the night before, how they both shared a desire for something
higher, greater than a casual encounter, here she was . So vulnerable
to the moonlight and his eyes and his kisses, moments away from guiding
his hand to where she ached to feel his gentle touch. And more.
As the windows became as foggy as her mind was at that moment, Sunny
somehow managed to regain her senses and find her voice again.
"Richard, I think you'd better take me home now, please?"
He blinked and drew in a deep breath to clear his head, and sat up
straight, looking at her. "Yes... I'm sorry, love."
"No, I'm the one who's sorry," Sunny protested, "I didn't mean to lead
Richard lifted her chin with a finger, catching her eyes within his
gaze, smiling tenderly, reassuringly. "Angel, you didn't. We just got
carried away in the moment, that's all. No damage done." He gingerly
smoothed her skirt and straightened his collar. "But you're right,
let's get you home, shall we?"
But as he reached to switch on the engine, a familiar song came up on
the radio, and instead, he got out, opening her door and offering a
hand to her. Sunny stepped out of the car and into his waiting arms,
leaving the door open so they could hear the music.
"But before we go, may I have the last dance of the evening, my lady?"
he asked sweetly.
"Oh yes..." Sunny replied softly, locked into his intense, tender gaze
as they danced together slowly, breathlessly in the moonlight, as a
million stars twinkled in the black velvet sky above them, the music
filling their senses with its beautiful melody, so full of romance and
the promise of glorious things to come.
"I know your eyes in the morning sun, I feel you touch me in the
pouring rain. And the moment that you wander far from me I wanna feel
you in my arms again. And you come to me on a summer breeze, keep me
warm in your love then you softly leave, and it's me you need to show -
how deep is your love..."
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