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I know I’ve been keeping everyone waiting for the next Scars update, which should be ready by Saturday, if all goes well, so in the interim, I’m going to post a little ‘experiment’ that I wrote not too long ago. It’s a one-off for now, and I don’t really have any plans to continue it, mainly because I barely have enough time to keep Peyton and her world going, but I wanted to throw it out there and see what everyone thinks.

This piece is a vignette of sorts (don’t worry, it’s not NC-17, though there is a version of it that is, but I’m not comfortable posting that on a public forum right now), written from Orlando’s point of view, and involving Charlie. It was inspired by two Josh Groban songs, ‘In Her Eyes’ and ‘So She Dances,’ both of which are truly beautiful and made me really think about Charlie from Orlando’s perspective (there are links at the bottom of the page for anyone who hasn’t heard these songs yet). All kinds of questions came to mind, like how would he feel if she showed up at ‘In Celebration’ to surprise him? What would happen? How much time would need to go by before he didn’t want her anymore? The answers resulted in the following vignette, which I hope everyone enjoys.

As always, comments are definitely appreciated! Enjoy!

Charlie

She was the last person I expected to see that night. But even after a year apart, I felt my palms get sweaty and my heart speed up at just the sight of her. Trying to maintain my concentration after that was damn near impossible.

She was sitting in the third row, on the stage-left side, her friend Lisa beside her. She always preferred an aisle seat, to avoid the claustrophobic feeling she got if she was in the middle. I didn’t notice her until I sat in the chair at the far side of the stage, almost right in front of her, and I was glad I didn’t have to say much after I saw her. I just had to sit there and look forlorn. The memories that invaded me made that job all too easy.

Charlie. My Charlie. No, wait, not my Charlie anymore.

She wasn’t what one would consider a conventional beauty, but to me, she was exquisite. She’d cut her hair even shorter than I remembered, letting it barely brush her shoulders, keeping it that rich auburn colour I’d always loved on her, with small streaks of blonde near her face. She was watching the stage with rapt attention, the way she did when she was truly interested in something, her eyes following the movements of my fellow actors, her full lips turning up into a smile every now and then. I vaguely wondered if she could feel me watching her.

I was so caught up in her, in wondering why she was there, in marveling at how amazing she looked, that I missed my next line, a simple growled response to an inane question. I had to force myself to concentrate.

That’s when I knew she’d noticed me staring at her. Her deep brown eyes went wide for a split second as she looked my way, and in the glare from the stage lights, I know I saw a blush. God, I loved it when she blushed like that, such a simple reaction, yet enough to force me to remember a time when such a blush wasn’t as innocent as this one was. My Mr. Rogers-esque outfit suddenly felt like a straight-jacket, and a few drops of sweat rolled down my back. I had to look away from her.

I made it through the rest of the performance by resolutely keeping my eyes just beyond where Charlie sat, but every now and then I could feel her gaze boring into me, and I had to fight every instinct to just walk away. I’ve never been so happy to go through a curtain call, knowing it meant I could escape to the safety of my dressing room and get my head together. As I took my final bow, I wondered whether she’d wait for me.

I hadn’t been off the stage two minutes when Alice, the theatre manager, came over to me. Alice was such a sweet person, and normally I’d be all smiles to see her, but this night was different. I knew what she was coming to tell me.

“Orlando, there’re a couple of ladies waiting to see you,” Alice said, handing me a slip of paper. “They said you know them, but I wanted to check before I let them back here.”

I nodded. “I’ll be out in a mo’, just let me change,” I said, my fingers trembling slightly as I clutched that small piece of paper.

When Alice was gone, I shut out the boisterous laughter of my fellow actors, and closed myself in my dressing room. My legs shook as I sat on my favourite brown leather chair and opened the paper.

Her curly handwriting jumped out at me, as feminine and flirty as ever, though clearly done in a rush tonight. I’d seen it countless times, and I couldn’t escape the feeling of familiarity that swept through me as I read her scrawled note.

“Orlando,” it read, very simple, no ‘dear’ or anything else belying any sort of a past between us. “Lisa and I would like to congratulate you on a wonderful show. We’ll be waiting when you’re ready to come out.” I swallowed convulsively at the idea of seeing her face-to-face again, of being close enough to smell the musky vanilla lotion she always wore, to see the flecks of gold shining from her mahogany eyes. It was signed, “Charlie,” again giving no indication that she’d once loved me, that I’d once cherished her above all else. Those feelings seemed so long ago, yet they were always simmering right below the surface, threatening to spill over, to make me pick up the phone and beg her for another chance.

I threw the note down on the small table beside my chair and began to strip off my costume. I grabbed a quick shower, changed into my old faded dark jeans, a light blue button-down shirt with a collar, and a pair of old trainers, and took a deep breath. I eyed myself in the mirror, cringing at the increasingly intolerable mustache I was forced to wear for my current part, running my fingers through my hair, and trying to force the nervous expression from my face. I debated going out to see the fans first, the hundreds of girls who waited for me after every performance, because I wasn’t sure how I’d feel after seeing Charlie, if I’d be up to the never-ending flashes, the gifts, the energy.

I decided to greet the fans first, just in case, and called out to Alice to take Sidi, my large black Labrador retriever, to my car and have one of my assistants drive him home. I grabbed my black Sharpie marker off my dressing table, forced a smile to my face, and went outside.

About an hour later, after I’d signed autographs until my hand hurt, I found myself anxiously pacing my dressing room floor, waiting for Charlie and Lisa to knock on my door. It had been a year since we’d broken up, and though it hadn’t been a nasty separation, we still didn’t talk very often, and I hadn’t seen her since before it happened. Granted, the fact that she didn’t want to be with me was kind of my own fault, given that I’d made the momentous mistake of shagging one of my PR assistants after a movie premiere, at the very same time that Charlie’s dad was dying, but she’d forgiven me for that. Unfortunately, she said she couldn’t trust me anymore, and if I was honest with myself, I didn’t really blame her.

I’d wondered about her off and on since we’d split, what she was doing, how she looked, if she still thought about me. There’d been one or two awkward phone calls, none of which had lasted very long or revealed very much, just enough contact to let me know she was still out there somewhere, living her life, without me. I’d had my agent invite her to see the play I was currently working on, more out of courtesy than anything else, not actually expecting her to show up, and yet here she was, and she wanted to see me.

The first tentative knock on the door startled me out of my thoughts, and I hurried to answer it, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans as I crossed the small room. This was the moment of truth, and as much as I dreaded it, I was looking forward to seeing her, too.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” Lisa said when I’d opened the door. Charlie’s old roommate had a flare for breaking the tension in any situation, just by being her own aggressive self. She hadn’t changed much, other than she was sporting a bit of a bump in her mid-section now, and a very large diamond wedding set on her left hand. The youthful glow and infectious grin she’d always had were still firmly in place, and I found myself grinning back at her.

“Thanks for coming,” I muttered as she pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back, not wanting to squeeze her too tightly because of her delicate condition.

“We fly all the way across the Atlantic, with me heaving my guts out from morning sickness, and all you can say is ‘thanks for coming?’” she teased, swatting me playfully in the chest. I realized how much I’d missed her no-nonsense approach to things over the past year, and made a mental note to try to keep in touch more, even though she was Charlie’s best friend.

Lisa brushed past me and flopped down in my brown chair, leaving me face-to-face with Charlie. She gave me a shy smile as she twisted her fingers over the handle of her small evening purse. She was as nervous as I was, and knowing that made me relax a little.

“Hi,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. Suddenly I felt like a prat for leaving her standing in the doorway. I reached forward and instinctively pulled her against me, cradling her in my arms the way I used to, the way I’d longed to so many times since our break-up. The silk of her light pink dress was soft under my fingers as I swept them over her back, and her vanilla fragrance surrounded me as I pressed my cheek to the top of her head. She didn’t fight me, didn’t pull away, so I just held her like that for a moment or two, almost afraid to breathe for fear she’d disappear.

“Should I leave?” Lisa called from the chair, startling both Charlie and me so that we broke apart. My face felt warm, and I was sure my cheeks were mirroring the blush that was spreading across hers. I dragged my eyes away from her, to Lisa.

“Isn’t it always for the best that you leave a room?” I joked, trying to keep my voice light and steady, though I was trembling inside. I closed the door and motioned Charlie to sit on my small sofa, while I perched on my make-up chair, not wanting to get too close again.

“Seeing as this baby seems to think my bladder is a football or something, I think I have to pee,” Lisa announced after a few seconds of flushed silence. I watched a panicked look shoot from Charlie to her, and knew she was just leaving to give us some time. “Where the hell’s the bathroom back here?”

I jumped up and went to the door, calling for Alice. When she came, I asked her to take Lisa to the loos, then closed the door behind them again. This was it. It was just us now, and I wasn’t sure I could handle it.

“How’ve you been?” I asked, taking Lisa’s vacated seat. It sounded so lame when there were a million things I wanted to say, but they were the only words I could actually make my mouth form.

“Good,” Charlie said, nodding and giving me her half-smile. “How about you?”

“Fine,” I said, avoiding her eyes by staring at the floor.

“Orlando, look at me,” she said, her voice soft and breathy. I loved the sound of her voice, whether she was speaking, singing, yelling, or groaning my name in the throes of our lovemaking. No, I couldn’t think about that anymore, especially not with her sitting in the room with me.

I dragged my eyes up to meet hers, surprised to find them brimming with tears. Immediately I got up and sat beside her, taking her hands in mine.

“Don’t cry,” I whispered, reaching out to smooth a single tear from her cheek. When she didn’t move away, I cupped her face in my hands. My pulse sped up when she covered my hands with hers.

“This is so stupid,” she said, shaking her head slightly.

“What is, love?” I couldn’t help the endearment, I’d always called her ‘love,’ and I probably always would. Old habits die hard, especially when they pertain to someone I’m still very much in love with.

“I’m so proud of you, I’m crying,” she said, giving me a hesitant smile. “You were wonderful tonight, I just wanted to tell you that.”

My heart swelled with pride at her words, because coming from her, they really meant something. Charlie had won a Tony award the year before for her work on Wicked in New York City, and was considered one of the best at her craft. Praise from her for my theatre work was the highest kind in my eyes.

“I’m glad you were able to come and see the show,” I said, finally removing my hands from her face, and resting one on her knee. It amazed me how natural it still was to touch her, to show her affection, to want to hug her and kiss her until she was silly with it. I wanted to feel her skin beneath my fingertips, but I forced myself to concentrate on her eyes, her lips, her hair, anything but the thoughts that were raging through me at just one single touch.

“I wouldn’t have missed it,” she said quietly, her eyes glued to my hand on her knee. “After all, how many times did you sit through my show?” Soon her fingers covered my own. “I’ve wanted to see you for awhile now,” she said, running her fingers over my knuckles, sending shivers up and down my spine. She had the softest hands, and it was like fire every time she touched me, even when it was completely innocent.

“Same here,” I admitted, figuring since she’d taken the first step, it was okay to tell her how I felt. “I’ve missed you, Charlie.”

Her head snapped up and those incredible eyes of hers met and held mine. She tilted her head ever-so-slightly to one side, like she did when she was thinking about something. How many times had I seen that look, and how many times had I teased her for her resemblance to a curious puppy? My heart sped up again and my palms grew moist. I vaguely hoped they wouldn’t stain her dress.

“What are you thinking, love?” I dared to ask when the silence had stretched far beyond what was comfortable.

“I’m glad you hugged me, Orlando,” she said, ever one to be completely honest with me. I loved that about her, how she said whatever she was feeling or thinking, no matter what the reaction might be. “I wasn’t sure if I should hug you, or if you’d hug me, or how I’d feel if you did, but I’m really glad you did.”

I smiled and kissed her hand. “It just seemed like the right thing to do,” I said, letting my lips graze her fingers as I spoke. I noticed the chill that went through her as my warm breath connected with her cold fingers. I kissed the back of her hand again before turning it over and kissing her palm. Her breathing hitched.

“Orlando, don’t,” she said, her voice hoarse. Every part of me was aching now, aching to hold her, to kiss her, to love her again the way I used to. But her rejection rang clear in my ears and I abruptly let go of her hands.

“I’m sorry,” I said, standing and moving to my make-up table again, keeping my back to her, needing the space between us. The room was suddenly too damned small, and I couldn’t get far enough away from her. “I didn’t meant to upset you, Charlie.”

“You didn’t.” A rustling of silk told me she’d risen as well, and I felt her small hands on my shoulders a few seconds later. Her cold fingers burned me through my shirt and I turned to face her.

“What do you want from me, love?” I asked, not willing to play whatever game was starting between us. There hadn’t been enough time since we’d parted for this to be just innocent flirting. Every painful feeling surged back to me, and I had to know if this was her way of telling me she still loved me, or if she was acting out of instinct and really meant nothing by it.

“I, well, I’m not really sure,” she stammered, her teeth worrying her bottom lip as she focused on one of the buttons on my shirt. I hooked my fingers under her chin and forced her to look at me. “I didn’t expect this.”

“Expect what, love?” I whispered as she leaned closer to me, resting her hands on my forearms.

“To feel like this,” she said, and I could see the longing and the ache in her eyes, just as I’m sure she could see it in mine. “To feel like you never left.”

“I know,” I said, slipping my arms around her and pulling her to me. I held her tightly, fighting hard to keep certain parts of my body dormant as she settled herself, so soft and yielding, against me. Her heart was pounding as hard as mine was, and she was trembling slightly.

“Do you feel this, too, Orlando?” she asked, and the sound of my name on her lips sent jolts through me. I loved this woman, even after so much time, I couldn’t deny that I was still deeply in love with her.

“Damn it, Charlie,” I sighed, more to myself than to her, letting my face rest in her hair, letting that intoxicating scent soothe me and calm me like it used to. “I can’t tell what I’m feeling right now, because it’s all jumbled up inside me, and none of it makes any sense.”

“Should I go?” There was a touch of hurt in her voice, and I hated myself for putting it there. The last thing I wanted was for her to leave, and I told her so.

“This is dangerous ground,” she pointed out, though she made no move to get out of my arms. She rested her head on my shoulder and squeezed her arms tighter around my back, her hands coming to settle at the small of my back, above my jeans. She made small circles with her fingers, gradually moving my shirt up until she met skin. This was one of her favourite stress-relievers, she’d once told me, rubbing circles on my back with her fingertips. I was torn between telling her to stop because I couldn’t control myself any longer, and letting her continue because I’d missed it so much.

“Especially if you keep doing that,” I said, pulling back slightly to smile down at her. “God, Charlie, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

“I’m guessing the same thing you do to me,” she said, her fingers never slowing.

“I love you,” I said, before I could stop myself.

She hesitated for a brief second, then reached up and placed a chaste kiss on my cheek. “I love you, too,” she said, finally pulling her hands away from my back. “What do we do with this?”
“Whatever you want, love,” I said, sliding my hands up over her neck and into her hair to cup the back of her head. I couldn’t take my eyes off her lips, wanting nothing more than to feel them pressed against my own. “If you want to just go, I’m fine with that, but if you want to stay and play out what’s happening here, that works for me, too. There’s no pressure from this end.”

“Do you really love me?” I saw the uncertainty in her eyes, and it cut through me like a knife through melted butter.

“Of course I do,” I said quickly, needing to take that look from her face. “I’ve never stopped loving you.”

“But what has really changed between last year and now?” she asked, ever the voice of reason. That was the Charlie I loved, always rational, even in situations when most people wouldn’t be. At the start of our relationship, when we thought we’d only have two weeks together, she’d been so concerned about the time limit, about doing everything properly, about not giving in to our base urges because everything would be more special if we let nature take its course. I’d wanted to scream with frustration at first, but in the end she was right. She was always right, even when I wanted her to be wrong.

“Don’t you think we’ve grown up a bit?” I asked in answer to her question. “A lot has happened to both of us in the past year. Maybe that was the time we needed to get our shit together so that when you came here tonight, we could actually do something about it.”

“Orlando, I need you to kiss me,” she said, so quietly I almost didn’t hear her. My body leapt in response, and I had to force myself to be gentle, to not just throw her on the sofa and take what I wanted. I could never do that, she was too precious to me, too special.

I bent my head down to her, and fire spread through my body as my lips touched hers for the first time in far too long. She was so soft and she tasted so good, that taste I remembered so well, cinnamon, mixed with Charlie. Our mouths knew exactly what to do with each other, and the kiss deepened almost instantly. A tiny little whimper escaped her, and I scooped her up and held her against me, loving every inch of her body pressed tightly to me. Her fingers roamed up to my hair, but since it was much shorter than the last time we’d done this, she didn’t have as much to work with and quickly moved down to rub my neck and shoulders.

I don’t know how long that kiss lasted, but it didn’t seem like nearly long enough when we broke apart, panting slightly. Her mouth was red and swollen from our efforts, and there was the tiniest rash starting on her upper lip from my damned moustache. Her eyes were glazed, telling me she was as aroused as I was, and she seemed to be struggling to breathe normally.

“Orlando.” She was almost pleading when she said my name, and her hands tightened and loosened convulsively on my arms. I felt her confusion, her uncertainty, but also her longing and her lust. I waited to see which emotion she would act on.

“I need you,” she said finally, running her hands over my chest and stomach to loop around my back. “I don’t know where this will lead, or what will happen, but I’ve been so lonely without you this past year. I wanted to think I was okay on my own, that I knew what I wanted and I was better off alone. But the truth is, I can’t be without you anymore, I just can’t.”

Relief rushed through me at her words, and I couldn’t help but laugh as tears stung my eyes. I felt like the weight of the past year had been lifted from my shoulders, like everything was suddenly right with the world, like I was where I needed to be and with who I should be with. I kissed her again, tasting the salt of our tears, and taking her joyous gasp into my mouth as I crushed her against me.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked a few breathless seconds later when we’d untangled our mouths. “Orlando, are you absolutely sure?”

“Yes,” I said, without hesitation. “This is what I want, love, you’re what I want, what I’ve always wanted.” I caressed her cheek lightly, brushing away more tears.

“Then let’s go somewhere,” she suggested, cupping my face in her hands, her thumbs lightly grazing the corners of my mouth. “My hotel is only a few blocks away.”

This was really happening. I had to get my mind to accept the fact that this woman that I loved so dearly was asking me back to her hotel room with her, where I knew we would finish what we’d started with that first kiss only moments before.

Without another word, I grabbed my keys and wallet from my make-up table and took Charlie’s small hand to lead her from the room. I’d just locked my dressing room door behind us when she stopped and a grin spread over her face.

“What about Lisa?” she said, stifling a giggle. “We can’t just leave her here.”

“I’ll make arrangements for her, don’t worry,” I assured her. “She’s not sharing your hotel room, is she?” The idea that we wouldn’t be alone made my stomach twist with disappointment.

Charlie shook her head. “No, she’s got her own room, down the hall,” she said.

“Wait here,” I instructed her, then went off in search of one of my assistants. I found Robyn, explained that Charlie and I were leaving, and asked if she’d provide a car for Lisa.

“She already left,” Robyn said, a puzzled look on her face. “We got her a black cab a few minutes ago.”

Realization dawned as I put two and two together. We’d been set up. This whole trip had been Lisa’s way of getting Charlie and me face-to-face again, and now that she’d done it, she was going to let whatever happened happen. I thanked Robyn and went back to Charlie.

“Lisa’s already gone,” I told her as I took her hand in mine again. “She set this whole thing up.”

“That’s why she was so insistent that we wait for you,” Charlie said, more to herself than to me. She looked up at me, her eyes dancing with excitement. “Remind me to send her a big thank-you note later, okay?”

We hurried out the stage door, and I was thankful there weren’t many people still waiting. A few girls milled around, taking pictures of the theatre itself, and we managed to stay hidden behind my security team until we were safely in my car.

“Just tell me where I’m going,” I said as I shifted the car into gear and pulled away from the curb.

She gave me directions, and within minutes, we were handing my keys to the valet to park the car and hurrying inside the hotel.

My mind was racing as we waited for the lifts, Charlie clutching my hand as though she was afraid I’d run away if she let go. I couldn’t believe we were there, that she wanted me as much as I wanted her, and that we were actually going to let this happen. My body pulsed at the very idea of her beneath me, of her skin pressed against mine, of how welcoming and responsive she was. I smiled down at her and I know she read my thoughts.

“A few more minutes,” she breathed, her voice hoarse. The lift finally arrived and we went inside. Much to my disappointment, there were a few other people already there, so I couldn’t touch her yet. We’d had excursions in elevators before, but I wouldn’t touch her with people around. I had more respect for her than that.

When the doors finally opened on her floor, we all but ran the last few yards to her room. She fumbled with the access card a few times before I swatted her hands away and opened the door myself. She pulled me inside, slammed the door behind us, and flicked on the lights.

Immediately my senses were overwhelmed with her scent. The vanilla hung in the air like a welcoming hug, and I closed my eyes briefly to breathe it in. Her suitcase was strewn carelessly on the bed, with clothes hanging from it, and her make-up was haphazardly covering the small desk in one corner. The lights were soft and cast a romantic shadow over everything, combining with her perfume to give the room a very surreal feeling. Though it was a hotel room, I instantly felt like I’d come home.

“I’m sorry about the mess,” Charlie apologized as she started shoving things back into her suitcase. She cleared the bed and threw the suitcase on the floor, then turned to me, her breathing heavy, her face flushed, her hands trembling.

I crossed the room in one quick stride and gathered her against me, my hands instinctively finding the zipper on the back of her dress and sliding it down. I craved the feel of her skin beneath my fingertips, and I couldn’t wait anymore. I slid the straps of the dress off her shoulders and let it pool at her feet as she stepped out of it and kicked it aside. My whole body ignited at the sight of her in just her bra and panties, both black lace, my favourite set.

“Your turn,” she whispered as she reached for the buttons on my shirt. Her nimble fingers made fast work of them, then shoved the shirt off of me.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked when she hesitated, her eyes lingering on my chest and stomach. I knew I was a bit skinnier than the last time she’d seen me naked, but I hadn’t expected her to stop.

“I’m just trying to make myself believe it’s real,” she whispered, a tentative hand coming out to rest on my chest. Her eyes met mine. “I haven’t been with anyone since you left, so it’s been awhile.” She gave me a shy smile, reminding me of the first time we’d made love, over two years before. I suddenly felt like an ass for the few dalliances I’d had after we broke up, but I made myself not think about them. What was done couldn’t be changed, and I’d be damned if I let that interfere with what we were about to share.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise,” I assured her, my hands spanning her hips and pulling her toward me.

We tumbled together onto the bed, and I relished the feel of her beneath me, the way she arched up and her head tossed back and forth as the pleasure of our union took over. I watched her as we made love, watched her face, her body, her hands, her hair, all of her, even as I felt her around me and somehow deep within me, in my heart, and in my soul. Our bodies knew exactly what to do, how to move and touch as we connected on that deepest level, almost as though we were created just for this, just to make each other whole.

When we’d spent ourselves, and I’d rolled onto my side to give her relief from my weight, she gave a very relaxed sigh and her head found its way onto my shoulder, to a spot that seemed to be just for her. I slipped my arm under her and held her tightly against my side, feeling her warm breath on my chest.

“Orlando?” she whispered after a few moments of silence, punctuated only by our breathing and the rustle of the sheets.

“Yes, love?” I replied, amazed at the husky sound of my own voice. Like Charlie, I sounded completely satisfied and lazily happy. I’d missed that sound, and the feeling that went with it.

“What are we doing?”

Her simple words almost ruptured the bubble I felt like I was floating in, but I didn’t let myself worry. I felt too good to worry.

“What do you mean?” I asked softly, running my fingers up her arm lightly. She shivered in response and kissed my shoulder.

“Should we have done this?” The doubt in her voice was starting to get to me, and I tightened my hold on her. I needed to reassure her, to make her feel as content as I was at that moment. The rest of our issues could wait, at least until morning, but for right then, we needed to just be together, whatever that meant.

“Yes, love, we should have,” I said, lifting her chin so I was looking her right in the eye. “Don’t question it, Charlie, just let it happen, just feel everything you’re feeling, because this is the most amazing thing that’s happened to me in over a year.”

She hesitated briefly, her eyes searching mine, then she smiled, that beautiful, glowing smile that took over her whole face and made my cheeks ache just looking at her. She shifted against me, hugging me more firmly as she kissed my shoulder again, then reached up and kissed my mouth.

“Me too,” she whispered as she settled her head on my shoulder again. I felt her eyelashes tickle my skin as her eyes fluttered closed and her body relaxed into me. I reached over and turned out the light, shifting slightly so we were face-to-face on the pillow, our breath mingling, our foreheads touching, our arms securely around each other.

“Get some sleep, darling,” I murmured, then closed my eyes and joined her.

‘In Her Eyes,’ with images of Arwen and Aragorn from Lord of the Rings

‘So She Dances,’ with images from the movie The Phantom of the Opera