Conversation Between ShadePayne and kawarider

2. He was tired. The traffic and rain had made for a hard motorcycle ride to the store. Shaking his head, he reached to open the door he had purposely left slightly ajar, only to stop suddenly when he realized it was now closed. He reached under his leather jacket for the pistol behind his right hip. "It's probably nothing" he thought. "Just a neighbor being helpful...and I'm Santa Claus." Taking a deep breath, he opened the door, grateful he had taken the time to replace and oil the hinges. As the door swung silently open, he stepped into the well lit room - the room he had exited after turning out the lights when he left less than an hour ago. Clearing the room in seconds, he turned his attention to the closet. The Sig was almost out of the holster when the scent hit him. That perfume, he recognized the perfume. It was...hers. Shade's. The thought "After all this time?" was followed by "What is she doing back?" Warring emotions fought in his head and chest: Annoyance that she would sneak into his room as though she had been invited after leaving battled with the hope that she was back to stay. He was shaking so much he stumbled, knocking his umbrella over from where it stood leaning against the door facing. "So much for stealth" he thought, before taking a deep breath to control himself. Suddenly, he grinned, evilly. Dialing up his "command" voice he announced "Step out of the closet slowly, hands where I can see them! If you do anything else, I'll kill you!"

1....Scampering down the hall shade notices her Dear One's door partially open. She peers in and sees a darken room. Reaching through the slit in the door she flips the light on to see his room has transformed into a full blown dungeon. The smell of leather overwhelms her and she finds herself wishing he was there. Hearing his voice in the hallway she panics and hides in the closet. Which was as much a mistake as entering the room without his permission, for his clothes smell of her Dear One and takes her further away. The next ten minutes are mere flashbacks of the past they shared. Taking in a deep breath of worn leather her eyes being to tear up for she can hear him on the other side of the closet door. Holding her breath, she wishes she is discovered. For he doesn't like snoopers. She so wants to reach out and touch him but fear overtakes her. Her breathing short and her heart bonding out of her chest, she just knows he can hear it alone . Besides, she is sure he can smell her perfume. She knows she shouldn't be there.

Shade Was Here

You know I have a lot of red and white paint leftover.

*knocking at shade's door, the thorny, blood red rose in the other hand, hanging at my side* Open up, shade. I know I've been away a long while. I've brought you something special...

Ah! The joys of a computer that works. Hello, shade.

KISS KISS ....my Dear One