Angel of Music

By Trynia Merin

Disclaimer: I don't own KISS, Paul Stanley, or Eric Singer, who are real persons, and this is a work of FICTION, not meant to demean, but written out of admiration. Liz McPherson belongs to Lady M, and is used with her permission. All other characters are my own creation. This is rated R for adult situations and some language, so don't read if you're under 17, you have been warned. This is another Paul Plays the Phantom of the Opera story, but unlike others, you'll be surprised at the ending ok? Enjoy!

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Chapter 7

Michelle couldn't help but worry about Liz and Paul, who had left so abruptly. When Eric's set finally ended, she saw him come down offstage and join her at the table. Her third drink had gone untouched, because she was afraid of the extensive bar bill she might amass for only three drinks.

"Hey, want to dance?" Eric asked her.

"Sure... but I'm a bit worried about the drinks... I mean..."

"Already taken care of," Eric smiled, and held out his hand. "C'mon let's dance..."

Music came over the sound system, and she smiled as he lead her onto the floor to dance to a slow waltz. He was amazed with how well she moved on her feet, and enjoyed her pressing close to him. It wouldn't be much longer that he could restrain his self control around her. Yet, would she be scared away by him if he moved too fast?

Michelle enjoyed being with someone who seemed much more down to earth. He was so easy to be with, and she didn't have to put on some performance to prove anything to him. Spending time with him was so easy it seemed like second nature.

"I don't know about you, Hon but I'm starving," Eric whispered. "Want to get something to eat..."

"I hate to think of spending more money in this place," she laughed.

"Well I can think of a better place to spend it, and we can dump the spectators..." he suggested.

"Don't you have more songs to perform?"

"One set is enough for this crew," he laughed. "You up to some dinner in a more... private place, Hon?"

"Sounds more my speed," she nodded. "This place is getting a little too stuffed shirt for me..."

"I agree... I've seen liver audiences in a morgue," he laughed. "C'mon let's split..."

He took her hand and led her out of the club, stopping only to wave goodbye to his friends. The drum kit would be left for the next band on, and he would gather his things later. Much later, he hoped.

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"Wow..." she laughed as he slipped in the card key and opened the door.

"Welcome to the hawk's nest," he joked.

"Only one of the nicest rooms in the hotel?" she asked with a grin.

"Alice Cooper's guys live in style," he nodded. "They're all staying here. I'm just taking the fringe benefits..."

"Nice fringe benefits," she nodded, taking in the lavish room. She saw the suite's antechamber with a television and sitting room area. Off of it was the door to what she guessed must be the bedroom, for it was closed. Then the room opened onto a balcony overlooking the pool at the top, and an incredible view of the New York skyline.

"Awesome, isn't it?" he asked, taking her coat and backpack. "Hmm a little heavy... were you planning on staying?"

"I gotta get out of this dress and heels before they kill me," she said. "It's not that unusual for me to bring a change of clothes in case I get sick of the formal attire..."

"Oh?" he laughed. "For a moment I thought you had more... interesting intentions..."

"You look disappointed," she commented.

"Hey, a lovely girl comes up to my room with her backpack full of stuff?" he asks.

"Actually it's bricks to fight the guys off," she joked.

"Good one..." Eric grinned, and walked over to the minibar. "Can I get you anything?"

"Diet coke?"

"That all?" he asked.

"With some jack Daniel's?" she giggled.

"Sure," he said.

"I'm going to go change... you mind?"

"Not at all. I'm going to order some dinner up here... and see if there's a movie on... and we can wait and see before I make the call... what do you want?"

"Some Cesar salad, with grilled chicken strips on it..."

"Sure... go ahead and I'll have them bring it right up," he nodded. "Bedroom's that way..."

Taking her backpack she walked into the bedroom, and gasped at the size of the bed inside. It was a full king, complete with satin sheets. Was it her imagination or was it a waterbed? For a moment she sat on it and felt it yield under her body. Grinning, she rolled over on it back and forth, letting the water buoy up her tired body. So good and so right. She only hoped Eric would get the nerve to make the next move before she went crazy.

Out in the main room, Eric turned on the television. He thought she was a great girl, but he still wondered if she really WOULD go for a munchkin like him. Had she slept with Paul, and if so, why in her right mind would she have turned him down... unless she really had goals beyond just finding a good lay. That was refreshing, but he wouldn't mind a bit of fun with her to top off a good plot coming to fruition.

When she emerged in jeans and button down flannel shirt he smiled at how pretty she looked. Damn, she could wear a potato sack and look good, he laughed to himself. Reaching for the drink he handed it to her and patted the couch next to him.

"C'mon and celebrate..." he smiled. "To a prank well pulled off...'

"You sure?" she asked, sitting next to him. Their legs brushed, and Eric didn't seem to mind. He clinked his glass with her and they both took a sip that mellowed their respective desires into a comfortable buzz.

They heard the knock and Eric patted her thigh, "I'll get it..."

In the flickering light of the television, she saw him answer the door, and saw the room service cart being pushed in. Eric paid the waiter and waved her over with a smile. They began to lift lids and grin at the food now available to them.

Soon they reclined on the sofa, watching a showing of Ocean's 11 and enjoying steak and salad with other decadent treats. Eric had his own food choices that she was coming to know, and she couldn't help but ask him, "So Eric, you really think we shouldn't call..."

"Nah, give them a bit longer... and then we'll see what's up... because if it's one thing Paul hates it's being disturbed when he has a girl over..."

"Eric it's not just ANY girl... this one REALLY loves him..."

"I know that," Eric said, falling serious as he bit into another forkful of steak. "She told me."

"And we are stuffing our faces when they might be having an argument..." she sighed.

"Hey we're entitled to stuff them," he said, poking a bit of steak into her open mouth with his fork. "We worked our ASSES off getting those two together...."

"I don't know..." she sighed.

"Hey, just let it go and enjoy... I'm sure it's okay. Paul loves that romantic stuff. I bet you now they're enjoying the fruits of our labor..."

"What if he doesn't love her?"

"Then he'll learn to," Eric said. "These things take a LITTLE time, right?"

"Yeah, that's the problem," she grumbled.

"Are you going to help me finish this steak or not?" he asked.

"Eric..."

"Hey, she should be GLAD you stepped aside and let her follow Paul... and any person would be grateful for trying to get her together with her love... so don't worry... just relax..."

"Eric... I can't just..."

"Please, try Hon?" he asked.

"Actually I was tempted to try some of that desert," she said, realizing he was trying to change the subject so she wouldn't worry so much.

"Good girl," he smiled, reaching for the cheesecake slathered in cherries. He took a bit on his fork and held it out to her. She smiled and tried to nibble it off his fork. The next piece landed on Eric's pants, and he laughed as she tried to pick it up with a napkin.

"Whoops," she laughed.

"Big whoops, I'm gonna make you pay for that," he teased, taking some whipped cream and smearing it on her cheek.

"HEY!" she cried. He tossed a piece of ice from his drink at her, and she grabbed some of the cherry sauce and wiped it on his neck.

"Now hang on!" Eric protested, grabbing her as she leaned across his lap to grab more food. He poked his fingers into her ribs and started to tickle her.

"STOP!" she squealed with laughter, turning over in his lap. He grinned and continued, till her muscles lost all control and she retaliated by tickling him. Then they stopped, both laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes. He leaned down and licked the whipped cream off her hand, and she drew her finger down his cheek to lick the cherry sauce off.

Michelle grabbed his hand, licking off the remnants of cheesecake. Eric moaned softly as she licked each finger and inserted the last one in her mouth. He looked down at her, and their gazes met. She loved the blue eyes framed in the light skin and angular lines of his face, so different from hers.

"Umm, you keep that up... and I'm going to have to..."

"What?" she asked with a laugh. "Suffocate me with cheesecake?"

"I might..." he said. He pulled her legs into his lap, and she gasped a bit.

Eric's eyes darkened with what appeared to be passion, but he hesitated. Slowly he traced the curve of her cheek, brushing aside her hair. She glanced up at him, frustrated with how slowly he seemed to be moving.

Fingers stroked her silky strands, a smile coming over his face. Wrapping her arm around the back of his neck she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him quickly. For a moment she heard his gasp through the kiss and panicked, but felt a sense of relief as he wrapped his arms around her and cradled her there, increasing the pressure of his lips. She felt him smile against her lips as she withdrew for breath.

"Mmm," he whispered. "Nice..."

"I'm glad," she smiled. Eric leaned down and kissed her again, burying his lips in hers. Their mouths opened to each other, exploring and tasting the sweetness therein.

He cursed when the phone rang, and she shifted in his arms. "Ignore it," she whispered against his lips.

"I can't... what if it's Paul?"

"Oh shit," she whispered, sitting up in his lap.

"Hold on," Eric said, and nudged her off. She sat to the side, hot and bothered, frustrated.

"Hello? What... oh yeah... Paul?"

Her eyes widened, and she looked frantically at Eric. He held a finger to his lips and continued, "Yeah. She's here... why?"

"Eric, am I interrupting anything?"

"Why are you asking ME that?" he laughed frustrated.

"Are you in the middle of something... maybe?" Paul laughed.

"Shit Paul, Gene's right. Your timing DOES suck..." Eric muttered resentfully. Michelle leaned over and blew in Eric's ear. He found her hot breath inexorably pulling him away from the conversation with Paul, yet like an annoying fly Paul's wisecracks continued to torment him.

"That's not the only thing that sucks around here, apparently," Paul continued to laugh when he heard Eric's heavy breathing, punctuated by a low moan. It was then that Michelle decided enough was enough, and grabbed the phone from Eric.

"Paul, don't you have something IMPORTANT to do, other then bugging the crap out of your friend?" Michelle suddenly burst in.

"Whoa... no need to get so touchy..." Paul laughed.

"Paul, shut up and get BACK to Liz, will you?" Michelle demanded. "That IS what you SHOULD be doing... isn't it?"
"All right, I can't have you two girls teasing me behind my back tomorrow when you swap stories," Paul chuckled. "Have FUN!"

"Good NIGHT Paul," Eric said, whisking the phone back from Michelle, and hanging up on his friend. "Now that THAT'S been disposed of... and about time too..."

"ABOUT damn time," she laughed. "Does he do this ALL the time?"

"No, normally it's my job or Gene's job," Eric said.

"So you WERE in KISS?" she asked. "Figured so."

"Uh, how much DO you know?" he asked.

"Let's just say I only had figured out you guys took off your makeup and put it back on... a few weeks ago," she shrugged. "So excuse me if I'm a LITTLE tiny bit behind?"

"Suits me fine," Eric laughed. "It's nice not to have somebody asking me to give them the inside story... because BELIEVE me that's not what I want to get into right now..."

"What DO you want to get into right now?" she asked, lowering her voice to a seductive purr.

"Hmm," Eric raised an eyebrow. "Let me see..."

He rose from the sofa, and reached out his hands to grasp hers. Pulling her to her feet, he rubbed her palms with his fingers. They shared another close kiss, hands gliding up and down each other's backs. Eric sighed yet again as she fingered his wavy blond curls and he plunged his fingers into the waterfall of her silky dark hair. Her softness molded to his lines and angles, a perfect compliment of yin and yang.

"Man is it hot in here... or should we open a window?" he joked.

"Did you get your sense of humor from Paul too?" she asked.

"OUCH," he groaned. "I think I've been rubbing off on you..."

"In a good way, right?" she asked.

"Absolutely. Damn... can you just wait a LITTLE bit longer... there's something I've gotta do if we're going to continue..."

"Another of your plots?" she asked. "And you're leaving ME out of it? I helped you blow up close to twelve dozen balloons, I'm entitled to SOME share of this plan, right?"

"But I wanted to surprise you," he whined.

"OH stop," she groaned. "I think I've had enough surprises for one day don't you?"

"C'mon, you might as well help me out then..." he said, and took her hand, leading her to the bedroom. Just before she was about to enter he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder playfully, not difficult because she was slender like he, and carried her into the room. He playfully dumped her onto the waterbed, and she pulled him down with her. For a few minutes they rolled in it, both succumbing to the sympathetic vibrations that represented how their plotting merged into a continuous whole. He pinned her down between his legs, and she shrieked in protest. Reaching under the pillow he grabbed a sleep mask and put it over her eyes.

"Now what is this?"

"I've got you RIGHT where I want you," Eric laughed, and she suddenly felt him playfully seize both her wrists in one hand, and heard a jingling. Soon one wrist was enclosed in a cold metal band, and she heard a click that restrained her.

"You rotten sneak!" she cried. "I thought you'd said I'd be PART of this..."

"You are... you're the temptation, and I'm the temptee... and now that you're here you AREN'T gonna run away..." he laughed mischievously. Excited by the restraint, she tugged playfully. She had never played bondage games with her previous boyfriends, and knew it was part of Eric's playful nature. What would happen next?

"This is gonna be fun," he laughed. She heard something clinking, and wondered just WHAT he was doing. Strange smells and fragrances drifted across her nose and she started to lift the blindfold.

"Uh uh," he said, snaring her other wrist and shackling it on the other side. "Not yet... no fair peaking!"

"You son of a bitch," she cried. "You are gonna GET it when I get out of this..."

"Don't sweet talk me yet..." he laughed.

"I might just sit here and say all sorts of things that will drive you crazy then," she said. "About how I think you're an incredibly sexy guy... and how I'd LOVE to just peel those clothes off your skin and see if you're blond all over..."

"Hmm," he laughed. "I like the sound of that. And when you've done that what will you do next, missy?"

"Find your secret spot and show no mercy when I tickle you half to death... and then I'll very SLOWLY show you the meaning of sympathetic vibrations... like the ones that I'm feeling on this waterbed..."

She raised her hips playfully, making the bed ripple under he body in a seductive fashion. Ordinarily she'd not be so suggestive, but Eric's playful mood seemed contagious. Just WHERE was she coming up with all these crazy lines?

"Save some of THAT for later," he clicked his tongue. "Damn..."

"I am going to get you so hot and bothered you'll need a crowbar to get those jeans off... or a very sharp knife..."

"Ooh hurt me more," he groaned, her words obviously having SOME effect on him. Whatever game he had started, she was indeed matching him in the wits department.

Finally he pulled the sleep mask off of her, and she gasped at the golden glow illuminating his soft gold hair. All around her were small votive candles, twinkling across the top of the dresser and magnified with their light reflecting in its mirror. On the two nightstands flanking either side of the bed, a large candle glowed with steady flames that seemed to echo the warm glow developing between the two. A soft scent wafted past her nose and she realized it smelled like an ocean breeze. She spotted a potpourri burner set up on the dresser, hidden behind the lines of candles. Eric leaned over her, his blue eyes shining for a second in the warm glow, and his hair seemed even more softer then usual. Shadows cast by the variable lights emphasized his cheekbones and pale features even more.

"Damn you're beautiful," Eric suddenly said, voice soft and low. That glance in his blue eyes told her now he was serious, no joking now. VERY serious.

"So are you," she whispered back, and glanced back and forth at what was encircling her wrists. Then she realized she was secured with two pairs of handcuffs to the brass headboard of the king-sized waterbed.

Eric leaned down and captured her lips with his own. Expecting some strange development she tensed, but Eric's sweet soft kiss caught her off guard. Fingers tickled down and unzipped her pants very slowly, tugging them off her body. Then he pushed her shirt up and off, tugging it gently over her head and inching it up her arms till it was free of her body. It remained caught around her wrists. He kissed down between her breasts to her navel, rubbing her breasts through the silk of her bra. Sneakily she rocked her hips under him, and felt him hardening above her stomach, where he sat perched atop her.

"You little vixen," he groaned, realizing that even snared she still had the power to enchant him.

"I want to peel those clothes off of you," she whispered hoarsely. "And lick you all over because you look so good I want to taste you..."

"Hmmm, now you're getting personal," he whispered.

"And you're not?" she laughed. Reaching up past her head, he turned something. One after the other the cuffs broke free, and she finally reached up to pull his face down to hers. Twisting her leg under she flipped him off balance and levered him to the side, then climbed atop him.

"Now you're mine," she chuckled, sitting astride his hips and rubbing his chest through his button up shirt. Eric groaned, when she pinned either wrist under hers, and leaned down to thrust her tongue into his mouth and sealed his lips in a kiss so deep it staggered him. Playfully he wrestled against her, and she released his hands to start unbuttoning his shirt in a frenzy to undress him. Once his chest was revealed she stroked her fingers over his soft chest hair, covering skin that was freckled and fair, another contrast to her own. She unfastened his belt next, and reached down inside to feel him. Amused by her slow seduction and touch, he lay back and closed his eyes in satisfaction as she began to tease him through the denim. A suspicion arose in his mind that if she had slept with Paul, she might be disappointed with his body in comparison to the starchild's.

However with where this was going, she seemed to be caring little even if she was comparing the two, because when her fingers closed on his hardening passion he groaned deeply at her soft touch. He unzipped his pants and freed himself, his own hands eager to help her along.

"Leave the fun to me," she scolded, tugging his jeans off till he was like she.

"This bed has silk sheets," he whispered through clenched teeth. She stopped what she was doing long enough for Eric to reach under them both and tug down the bedspread. Soon they were both embraced by luxurious silk, cool against their warmed flesh. The last clothing was quickly removed, and soon their bodies pressed close together, hair and muscles against smooth soft skin and curves. A moan was shared by both in their kisses and frantic caresses as they explored each other intimately for the first time.

"Do you want me to..." he asked. She nodded, and he tossed his head in the direction of the bedside table. Together they prepared themselves and lay on their sides, gazing deep into each other's eyes. Before Michelle could lie back, Eric stopped her with his hand.

"I like it better this way..." he whispered. "At least for now..."

She lifted her thigh over his, and he pushed one arm under her body, the other overtop so he held her in his arms. She wrapped hers around his neck, and they came together. Tentatively he eased his way to her, and she guided him to the right place. Once he was inside, she rolled over onto her back so he was kneeling between her knees. It wasn't clear if he moved first or if she did, but soon it didn't matter who initiated the erotic dance between them. Rolling over he pulled out for a moment, and urged her to lie facedown on the silk sheets. Gently holding her hips, he moved in from behind, reaching around to caress her front. Then he turned over so she was on his lap, facing the mirror so she could see herself cradled there. From behind, he thrust up, rubbing his hands up and down her body. Seeing their reflection only sought to spur her on more till they both reached that place together where she didn't know where he began and she ended.

Their cries of release merged into one, and Michelle collapsed against his chest, Eric beneath her.

"Turn around," he whispered, and pulled out for a moment. Wrapping her close in his arms, he pressed her to him, not wanting to let her go.

"Damn that felt good," she whispered.

"NO argument here," Eric murmured, snuggling into her hair. She felt him enter her again, still not completely spent. It felt as if they were made to fit together she felt so much at ease with this closeness. With nothing to prove to each other except the mutual extent of their desire, they each echoed their sighs, simply enjoying their joined bodies.

"Ohhh you feel so good," she whispered.

"I'm glad... you're so perfect, Shell," he whispered to her. "I don't WANT to move from this bed for a LONG time..."

"Neither do I, 'Ric," she sighed.

"Rick?" he groaned.

"That's logical, isn't it, since you're using one syllable of my name?" she bickered back playfully. He kissed her forehead at this statement.

"I could seriously get used to this, you know, love," he whispered, and she shivered at the use of his endearment.

"So could I," she answered.

"I know this is a stupid time to ask this, but you don't have anywhere in particular you need to be, do you?"

"Yes I do," she said, rocking her hips mischievously against him. "And what are you going to do about it?"

"I'd either chain you here with those cuffs, or call whoever it is whose at wherever you have to be that you have other plans," Eric answered with a sigh of contentment.

"Rather presumptuous of you, isn't it?" she teased. "What plans would I tell them I had?"

"My master plans," he said. She pouted a bit, and he quickly became serious again, asking, "But where do you need to be, really?"

"Here with you, of course," she whispered. Eric groaned and shut his eyes because she really had fooled him for a split second.

"Tease," he whispered.

"Incorrigible flirt..." she whispered back.

"Mm, do that again..." he moaned.

"Gladly," she chuckled, as he rolled her over for another round of playful tumbling.

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Chapter 8

Liz awakened at first, a bit disoriented. She realized she wasn't asleep in her own bed, and puzzled over this. Surely what had happened last night had to be another dream but why was she here? It then registered WHOSE bed she was in, and she shivered with her revelation. Unfamiliar aches and pains present in her body also told her that it had indeed happened.

"Oh my god, it really DID happen," she said aloud. Anxiously she reached for him, but faced momentary disappointment when she found the place beside her empty.

"Paul?" she asked. "Are you here?"

She then became aware of someone singing loudly in a tenor voice. Just why she hadn't heard it before became apparent when she heard what sounded like a door closing and opening. AS it grew louder she recognized distinct words, and felt tears coming to her eyes when she realized what they were. "I really love you baby, I love what you've got... let's get together baby, and get HOT!"

"Paul," she chuckled, wiping away her tears.

He poked his head and shoulders into the room, and she smiled when she saw the tray in his hand. Even a small rosebud in a crystal vase was present on the corner of the tray, along with a pot of hot tea and a covered plate. Walking in he smiled warmly and set the tray over her lap.

"Good morning love," he whispered, kissing her cheek tenderly. "I thought we could both use this..."

"You are too darn sweet," she laughed.

"How do you feel?" he asked, sitting next to her on the bed as he poured her some hot tea. She lifted the lid and began to butter the belgian waffles.

"Syrup?" she asked. He poured some overtop, and she started to eat. Even fresh strawberries were on the side of the plate as decoration.

"Right here..." he nodded. He watched her eating, and fell serious.

"Paul what's wrong?" she asked.

"I was just thinking... you don't regret... what happened last night, do you?" he asked.

"Are you kidding?' she asked. "It was the best night of my life... how can you think such a thing?"

"It's just... I was surprised when..." Paul sighed, scratching his head. "Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?"

Liz put down her fork, blue eyes narrowing in concern. She swallowed what was in her mouth hard and stared at Paul with surprise. Why was this an issue all of a sudden? Slowly she asked, "Paul, why... is that a problem all of a sudden?"

"Well it's just that... well you didn't know if we would... um... be together," Paul said as tactfully as possible.

"Would you have stopped if you HAD known?" she asked, a bit of disappointment in her blue eyes. "My god Paul, didn't you think I thought of that? I was so caught up in the moment I was scared you'd stop if you knew!"

"I might have... if I had known..." Paul admitted, a bit guilty.

"WHY?" she demanded. "I saved myself for YOU. WHY? Because I love you! My virginity was a gift freely offered for you and you alone! Is that WRONG?"

"No I'm not upset... I just wish you had prepared me for it..." he said, stroking her hand. "I'm honored that you felt like giving me such a precious gift... really!"

"Maybe I should have," she sighed, glancing down. "I just..."

"No... please baby... just look at me," Paul urged, taking her chin and tilting her head up. That sincerity present in his dark eyes told her he was dead serous.

"I am looking at you Paul," she said softly.

"Look right here, baby," Paul said. "Because I am stone cold serious here. After last night... I finally realized..."

Liz held her breath, and time slowed as Paul hesitated. Lost in the depths of his eyes she felt her heart slow to a stop. Coughing Paul cleared his throat and slowly said, "that I love you. I absolutely love you..."

"Oh Paul... I've waited YEARS to hear you say that," she gasped.

Paul smiled, kissing her hands softly. He whispered, "I always have. I guess I always did, but I never thought to look at you that way. As more then a friend. Far more."

"That's so sweet," she laughed.

"And now love, why don't' we go get you some new threads," Paul smiled.

"Mmm sounds lovely," she laughed.

"Although what you're wearing NOW is perfect also," he said, pulling the sheets off her. She shrieked and rolled over, hiding herself from him.

"Now what's this?" he asked. "Don't be shy around me..."

"I... well..."

"You have NOTHING to be worried about, trust me. And the FIRST thing we have to work on is getting you used to letting me feast my eyes on your fabulous hot body...' Paul said.

"How?"
"By first taking a shower with me," he said with a wink. "And we'll get used to feasting our eyes on each other..."

****

Michelle stirred, shaking off sleep reluctantly. If it weren't for the fact nature called her, she would have remained longer in the large bed. Beside her, Eric still slumbered; blankets pulled up to his chin. She slipped out of his grasp carefully and rushed off. When she returned he was still slumbering, and she leaned down to gently slide beneath the sheets again and nibble on his ear. He had turned over onto his side, facing away from the door. When her lips touched his ear he turned over in his sleep, mumbling, "Where'd you go baby.... C'mere..." and drew her to him. She felt his soft kiss on the top of her head and sighed.

Pleasantly surprised, she went into his arms and snuggled up to him, head on his chest. Even when Paul had been with her she had felt wonderful, but never had she felt so content. Just to lay next to a man who really seemed to click with her, and her with him. For a few minutes she played with his blond locks, just stroking them in the silence of the morning. A crack of light peeked through the curtains, slightly ajar.

Eric's eyes flickered open, and he whispered, "Hey,"

She enjoyed looking into those baby blues, and decided that it wasn't easy not to wake up to them every morning. This thought brought a small frown to her face and she sighed, "Hey yourself..."

"What's wrong, baby?" Eric asked, concerned.

"Nothing I..."

"You aren't upset that we went to bed together are you?" Eric asked, serious.

"No, of course not!" she said quickly. "It's just that I felt so wonderful waking up next to you here, and it got me thinking..."

"Thinking what?" he asked, stroking her cheek.

"How hard it is going to be to wake up, and not have you next to me."

"Aww, that is sweet of you," he chuckled. "Well I'm not going anywhere for at least a week, and after that, we'll see..."

"You sure?" she asked.

"Would I have said that if I didn't mean it?" Eric answered her question with a question.

"Well I know you're a musician and well... have to travel... I just..."

"Shell, let's just take it one step at a time..." said Eric, putting a finger on her lips. "We'll figure it out as we go along... ok?"

"So this is just more then a one night stand?" she asked. "I'm sorry to be so direct..."

"I'd sure as hell LIKE it to be more then one," Eric said.

"Good," she nodded. "I know that sounded crude but..."

"Don't apologize for being direct. Too many people bullshit around in this world," Eric smiled, pushing her hair from her face. "Now how about a shower while I order up breakfast..."

"Sounds good. I am going to need some really HOT coffee..." she winked, slipping out of bed and gathering the sheet around her.

"Hey what is THIS?" he asked, whipping it down and she shrieked. "Don't hide that gorgeous body from me after last NIGHT!"

"I'm just not used to a guy seeing me in BROAD daylight!" she said, hands over her breasts. Eric leaned up in bed and let the sheets fall, and there was little more on him then a mischievous smile and his usual jewelry.

"It doesn't bother me, so it shouldn't bother you," he said practically, and grabbed her around the waist, tackling her to the bed. "We're NAKED and ALONE in NYC, and we're gonna ENJOY it damnit!"

"You're NUTS!" she laughed as he tickled her. Scooping her up in his arms he carried her toward the bathroom.

"Nuts about you, lover," he grinned.

***

Liz still ached from the activities of last night, but she knew it was well worth it. Even the activities in the shower added to the total score, leaving her feeling things her body never had till now. She never in a million years considered that she would ever have spent the night with the man she most loved, and yet it had happened. As naturally as waking up in the morning.

The phone rang, and she answered it, still riding along in the cab, "Hello?"

"Hi honey, glad you turned this on," Paul's voice came.

"Paul, you REALLY didn't have to give me a cell phone," she said.

"Of course I did. I don't want my lady without a way of keeping in touch with me," Paul answered. "Besides, what if there was an emergency and you needed to contact me?"

"That's so sweet of you," she said.

"Did you get to Sak's Fifth Avenue yet?"

"We're stuck in traffic," she chuckled.

"Why don't you call up Shelly and get her to go shopping with you," Paul asked.

"Are you sure she's not being... entertained still by Eric?"

"Nope, he just called and said he wanted to ask me about something. So he said he was sending Shelly to go shopping, and wondered if you were going too..."

"Why didn't you call Shelly?" she asked.

"Because she doesn't have a cell phone, and Eric didn't call you because he doesn't know your number," Paul laughed. "I'm gonna have to suggest he get her one..."

"Is she already there?" asked Liz.

"Eric says he dropped her off," said Paul. "She'll meet you there..."

"Thanks love..."

"Oh, and call me when you're ready to come back...I thought we could go out to dinner," Paul suggested.

"Wonderful. See you later sweetheart," she said. "I'm here..."

"Love you, baby," Paul said.

"Love you too," she said.

She reached into her purse and extracted some money Paul had insisted she take as pocket change. Close to two hundred dollars in bills dropped into her lap and she hastily shoved it back into her purse, keeping a twenty for the driver. Then it was quickly into the store's lobby to find Michelle.

Just inside she found her friend, already attired in a different dress then she had seen her in. Had she already bought a new outfit, or was it a change of clothes she had brought with her?

"Nice outfit," she said.

"I just got it. I couldn't wait... Eric said I had to get something new... or else he'd bring me himself..." she chuckled.

"Lucky. Maybe you can help me find something else," she winked.

"Sure thing..."

"And then we can break for lunch at the cafeteria here," she said. "So... shall we?"

"We shall," said Michelle with a smile. Together they moved into the women's department and began their spree.

***

"After we finish up here, we need to find you some fun stuff," said Michelle.

"As in?" Liz asked.

"You know," Shelly lowered her voice. "Some nice lingerie..."

"Lingerie?" Liz asked, a bit shocked. "I couldn't."

"Why not?" Shelly asked, taking a bite of her lo mien.

"Because it's just... not me..."

"How do you know unless you try?" asked Shelly. "I mean why not have FUN?"

"But Paul..."

"Knows a lot about that sort of thing, and well I was reading in magazines that there is NOTHING wrong with spicing up your bedroom life with some fun," Shelly said.

"you really think he would... like it?"

"Hell yeah," Shelly laughed.

"Did you ever?"

"Uh one of my ex boyfriends bought me some fun stuff yes, but I never had the nerve to put it on..." Shelly said. "Look the point is that guys go for wrapping. And what harm is it in taking some initiative in the bedroom? You might be surprised at his reaction."

Liz tentatively nibbled a spoonful of chocolate sundae. Plunking her spoon down she said, "I just dont' want to give Paul the wrong idea..."

"Wrong idea nothing," Shelly laughed. "I think he'd LOVE it. And love you in it... and I'm sure that you wont' be wearing it long if you wear it for him... "

"Shelly... really..."

"Okay, I'll make you a deal. I help you pick something out, and you help pick ME something out. And whatever we pick out for each other, we'll buy, and make sure we're wearing it for our respective men, deal?"

"Deal," she nodded with a smile.

"So..." Liz asked, a smile on her face. "I know the answer already, but did you and Eric..."

"did we EVER," Shelly sighed, blushing. "So what was it like with the STARCHILD?"

"Paul was sure shocked," Liz blushed. "But after that..."

"After..." Shelly prompted, dying to know.

"Let's just say I'm no longer a virgin."

"Oh my god... REALLY?" Shelly gasped. "You saved it for him... wow..."

After she said this, she went silent. Liz nudged her arm and asked, "I'll tell you later. Now I'm worried about what THAT look means."

Shelly sighed again, giving a faraway look. Finally she said, "I just wonder what happens when Eric will go on the road again..."

"That's a tough question," Liz admitted. "If you're serious with Eric... are you afraid he'll not be faithful to you, if he's on the road?"

"I am...' she sighed. "I think I'm falling hard... and fast..."

"Well then TALK to him about it..." Liz urged, nudging her friend's hand again. "Tell him."

"But what if he thinks I'm being too presumptuous?" asked Shelly anxiously.

"Tell him how you feel... and what you want him to know," Liz said. "If he feels the same way, then bring up the subject... of him being on the road."

"I hope so... because you know... I'm scared to think of not waking up to him."

"That's how I feel about Paul," Liz nodded.

"Well then, if that's the case..." said Shelly. "Then you do understand. Thanks..."

Liz smiled at her friend in sympathy, and nodded. "I do understand..."

"Now... enough of the sad stuff. Let's find some lingerie that will make them BEG for mercy!" Shelly suggested with a wicked grin.

For the rest of the afternoon the two friends enjoyed suggesting various play outfits together. Liz seemed shocked when Shelly showed her a classy black and purple silk teddy with matching garter belt and stockings. However when Shelly reminded her they were Paul's favorite colors, she relented, and realized it would knock his socks off when he saw her in it. Then it was Shelly's turn to blush when Liz found a red silk camisole and panty set that she was sure Eric would love.

Shelly cried, "I cant BUY that..."

Liz said, "YES you can... I mean we made a deal!"

Shelly blushed as red as the camisole, and walked off with Liz to pay at the checkout counter. Liz extracted the credit card Paul entrusted her with, and handed over her purchase first. Shelly followed, forking over the card that Eric had loaned her, feeling strange about using someone else's credit to buy something so extravagant.

"Get used to it," Liz whispered.

***

Chapter 9

A week had passed, one wonderful week, and already both women were spending much more time with their new men. More and more Liz realized how protective Paul was of her, often making certain he knew exactly where she was going, and when she would be back. It was reassuring he kept such tabs on her, and she was most glad for his 'protection.'

Despite this she sometimes wondered if she was up tot he task of satisfying his desires. Even though he was teaching her much about the arts of lovemaking in the bedroom. Due to her inexperience in matters of lovemaking, she often felt she didn't know just HOW to satisfy him. As Paul and she were walking in Central park one day, she tentatively brought up the subject.

"Honey," she said. "I have a question..."

"What, love?" he asked, swinging her held hand playfully as they walked along.

"Am I... pleasing to you?" she asked.

"Sure," he nodded. "You're a damn fine woman, if I do say so myself..."

"I don't just mean physically, how I look, but do I... please you... in other ways... like between the sheets?" she asked.

Amused Paul said, "Hmm what makes you ask that?"

"Don't tease me..." she said. "I'm serious... am I... doing all right?"

"Do you want a grade from teacher?" he joked.

"Well considering you're my FIRST lover..." she said hesitantly. "I feel... inadequate."

"Now wait a minute,' he said firmly. "Don't EVER think that, for a moment!" Drawing her to him he kissed her hard, the sparks of passion flying between them. She realized then and there they were out in public, exposed to any passers by.

"Honey," she said, when they parted for breath. "I think we should get out of here, don't you?"

Paul kissed her neck and whispered, "I think so. Its time for another lesson..."

"Where?" she asked, blue eyes deep with desire.

****

Eric sat next to Shelly, watching a movie and trying his best to convince her to come and join him on the used sofa. He called out to her, "Hey gorgeous, why don't you come in here and keep me company."

"Just getting us some snacks and drinks. You wanted diet coke right?"

"Yeah, but I'm gonna have to get it and YOU if you keep me waiting much longer," he teased.

"Coming, coming," she said, bringing the chips and dip with two cans of soda. Plunking the bowl of chips on the coffee table, she tossed a soda to Eric. Neatly he caught it, and then leaned forward and grabbed her. She fell across his lap, and he smiled with satisfaction.

"You sneak," she pouted.

"Hmm, that's me. Sneaky," he grinned, leaning forward to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss, deepening it. Relaxing into his lap, she buried her fingers in his light brown hair, and massaged his scalp.

"Eric," she whispered.

"Yes Hon?" he asked.

"I think I heard something..."

"Relax, I think it's just the people down the hall," he smiled.

"Well nobody gets home at this time... they're all singles on this floor..."

"You never know," Eric winked, and she leaned forward for another soft kiss. So deeply were they wrapped in their embrace and kiss they failed to notice the door clicking open, and the bolts being disengaged.

Ingrid, her roommate pushed the door open, and stopped dead in the doorway when she saw them there. Just who was this strange man with the shoulder length long hair kissing her roommate? Whoever he was, he didn't impress her. Her eyes were open wide, and her head shook in disbelief.

"Oh... Ingrid!" Shelly gasped, pulling out of the kiss.

"Shelly... WHO is this?"

"Uh... well he's my boyfriend..." said Shelly.

"Eric Singer, pleased to meet you miss," said Eric with as charming as a smile he could muster.

"I see I'm interrupting something," Ingrid said slowly. Shelly slipped off Eric's lap, and stood up, shifting her weight from one foot to another.

"Sorry miss, didn't realize you were coming home," Eric apologized, noticing the awkwardness between the two women.

"I thought you were with Brian," said Shelly. "I would have gone somewhere else if I had known... you'd be back."

"Well it is... my apartment too," Ingrid said. Glancing at Eric, she regarded him as if he were an alien being from another planet. Eric didn't care much for her judgmental stare, but he didn't want to embarrass Shelly before her roommate.

"We can go, if you need some privacy," Shelly offered.

"How long... have you two been dating?" Ingrid asked. "And where did you meet?"

"I met him through my friend Paul," she said. "When working on Phantom."

"Really?" Ingrid asked, levelly. The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees with her icy stare.

"And he's new in town and I've been showing him around," Shelly added.

"We can go, if you prefer," Eric offered.

"Can I talk to you privately?" Ingrid asked, fixing her glare on Shelly.

"Eric... you can wait in the bedroom," Shelly said softly. He nodded and walked into the bedroom without a further question.

Nervously Shelly faced her roommate, who was less then thrilled, and asked, "What's wrong? I've never seen you act this way around my other boyfriend..."

"Your other boyfriend didn't have long hair and a beard," she said. "And an EARRING in one ear... not to mention tattoos on his arms. Who the hell is this guy?"

"He's Eric, my new boyfriend... he's a musician..."

"What sort of musician? Is he in some... band?" Ingrid asked.

"He's in Alice cooper," said Shelly defensively, folding her arms. "If I had known you'd be so adverse I would have TOLD you before..."

"You conveniently forgot to mention you had a boyfriend, and you bring him HERE without even LETTING me know? Good GRIEF this isn't' a hotel... is he going to be staying?" Ingrid tapped her foot.

"He's staying in a hotel," said Shelly. "And anyway, we were just kissing..."

"Well that just goes to show my recent decision is prudent," Ingrid said. "Because I had been meaning to tell you before, but since you are never around... I think its high time..."

"What decision?"

"Brian has offered to marry me," said Ingrid. "And he's moving to Seattle with his job. He's moving in two months. So you're going to have to find a new roommate..."

"Wait a minute... you're LEAVING?" Shelly asked. "Just like that?"

"Yes," Ingrid said. "If you had BOTHERED to pay some ATTENTION to me instead of ignoring me, you would have noticed..."

"What is your deal?" Shelly demanded. "Why are you being so mean all of a sudden..."

"Oh I don't know?" Ingrid said sarcastically. "Maybe it's the fact you have all those posters over the wall of those hairy Neanderthals and facepainted freaks, and these VIDEOS with sleazy women and sweating MEN doing GOD knows what..."

"They're just music videos!" she stamped her foot.

"Shelly what's happened to you? You've been such a good girl. Why have you all of a sudden gone bad?" Ingrid asked. "I mean you come home smelling like cigarettes, I see BEER in the fridge... are you doing drugs with this hippie freak?"

"No! And what I chose to do in my spare time is NONE of your business," Shelly snapped. "If you'd stop being so judgmental and get to KNOW Eric you'd see he doesn't smoke or use drugs at all! And I don't either!"

"Well since this is none of my business, I'd like to see you get a new roommate in the next two weeks. Because if you're going to continue to bring that... Neanderthal over, I'm moving out by the end of this week!"

"But how do you expect ME to pay for this place?" Shelly asked. "You're name is on the lease!"

"Get a real job," Ingrid said. "And figure it out. I can't stand to see this any longer..."

"EXCUSE THE HELL ME?" Shelly demanded. Eric opened the bedroom door a crack at the sound of raised voices, his anger boiling.

"Since WHEN did you have an issue with my JOB?" Shelly asked. "I do work!"

"OH I don't know," Ingrid said dryly. "Since you started acting like you were some bigshot STAR... talking all about your role on Broadway which lasted all of a WEEK?"

"Since when did you have a problem with that?" Shelly asks. "I never rubbed it in your face!"

"Yeah, especially since you are associating with riffraff like HIM... where did you find him, the local gutter?"

"Don't you DARE insult Eric!" Shelly yelled.

"Oh so he has a name? Well I'm impressed. You know I held me tongue till now, but you really HAVE let yourself go. And I can't stay silent any longer. I've been tolerant of your dreams, but lately you've been acting like a class a SLUT. Sneaking in all hours of the night, listening to that horrible sound you call Rock... And now bringing MEN over to the apartment! I don't know you anymore, and I Can't stand living with you a moment more!"

"Get the HELL OUT before I THROW you out!" Shelly screamed at her. "You have NO right to tell me how to live my life!"

"I'll be BACK next day for my THINGS. Have a nice life, SNOB," Ingrid sneered as she marched out the door and slammed it hard. Shelly stood there a moment, fists at her sides. Then she turned to teh sofa and flopped down on it, sobbing. Eric pushed open the door and rushed to her side. He sat next to her, pulling her head and shoulders onto his lap and hugging her tightly. She buried her head into his shoulder and cried.

"You're not gutter trash," she blubbered. "Stupid BITCH I hate her!"

"Shh it's okay,' Eric whispered. "I heard the whole thing..."

"I hate her," Shelly sobbed. "She suddenly blows up at me for no reason... and accuses me of horrible things... and I had NO IDEA..."

"She's just jealous of you," Eric shushed her. "And I think she was obviously holding her tongue for a long time. And then you got cluster fucked all at once..."

Shelly pulled away, wiping her eyes. Eric grabbed the box of tissues and gently wiped her eyes. Grabbing his hand she cried, "But she called you gutter trash Eric... she acts like you are beneath her because you are a rock musician!"

"She's wrong," he said. "She's beneath you, because she didn't have the decency to tell you how she felt. So she hid it and stuffed it down... and let it explode. Instead of getting it out into the open."

"Yes she is, " Shelly said, and frantically sought his lips, kissing him to make him belive she knew he's a good man.

For a few minutes Eric held her close, comforting her the best he could. Eventually she stopped crying so hard, her sobs quieting down to a rhythmic breathing. He held her out at arm's length, stroking her soft hair and cheek with his free hand. Blue eyes filled with concern as he said, "Why don't we get out of here and go for a ride?"

"Where?"

"Just out," he said. "Get some air, and get out of this stuffy place?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "Let's..."

He got up, taking her hand to pull her to her feet. She rubbed her arms, hugging herself a bit. Eric walked over and grabbed her jacket, holding it up for her to get into. Then he put his own jacket on, and walked toward the door. She let him take her hand and lead her out, locking the door first before they left.

****

"Eric, what am I going to do?' she asked as they threaded their way through Manhattan.

"Well, I was thinking we could talk about that," Eric said. "When I find a parking place, and I can give 100 percent to this convo..."

"Okay," she sighed.

"Which won't be TOO long I hope," he laughed, pulling into a parking garage. He handed the keys to the attendant, and opened the door for Shelly. Offering her his arm, he led her toward Park Avenue. Shelly realized they were headed to Central Park, and she quickly tugged Eric in the way of a shortcut she knew.

"This way," she said. "There's something I have always wanted to do..."

"What love?" he asked, letting her lead him toward the park entrance. They stopped right near a horse and buggy, the driver waiting by his sign that listed the price.

"Can we?"

"Sure," Eric smiled. "That would be a good place for us... to talk... among other things..."

They climbed into the buggy, and soon it started at a gentle pace on the paved path. Trees arched their branches overhead, the blue sky peaking through the leaves. Shadows fell across them occasionally, and they caught sight of skaters and cyclists on the path streaking by.

Eric slipped his arm around her shoulders, and she snuggled up to him, resting hear head on his chest. The swaying motion of the buggy combined with the clip clop of the horse's hooves on asphalt was hypnotic and calmed her down considerably.

"I've been thinking," Eric said suddenly, stroking her hair. She gazed up into his blue eyes, settling into place so she was more comfortable.

"Hmm?"

"I have a solution to your rent problem..."

"What?"

"I was thinking there's a perfect roommate just waiting for you," he said.

"Where am I going to find someone tomorrow?"

"Well... right under you nose..."

"HUH?" she straightened up.

"Well, I could move in with you..." he suggested. "I mean I found out earlier today, and I was going to tell you before we were occupied... but Alice Cooper's got some other obligations, and the tour's on hiatus..."

"Really? You mean you WANT to move in... But Eric..."

"I insist. I was thinking of putting some time in the studio recording a solo album... my friends have been bugging me for a long time, and Paul and I were kicking around the idea that Paul could produce it, and play lead on the tracks..."

"Are you sure?'

"Well yeah. I mean if you don't mind... it would be better then staying in a hotel. And a lot cheaper then renting my own place... and I'd be here for at least four months... what do you say?"

"That's incredible... but Eric... I have to tell you something first..."

"Anything baby," he said.

"Eric... I have to tell you..." she breathed, mustering her courage to tell him what was in her mind and heart.

"What?" he asked, grasping her hand.

"I think I'm falling in love with you," she said, dark eyes fixing into his. Eric swallowed hard, and stroked her cheek. For a moment, it looked as if he had been hit with a sledgehammer, and Shelly was frightened.

"Baby..." he whispered. "That's exactly why I want to move in with you... I think I'm also falling for you... hard... and I want you with me..."

"Eric, before we say anymore, I want to ask you... you're going to be here four months, but what if you have to go on tour... what then?"

"I figured you'd ask that," Eric sighed "Typical question..."

"Not to be indelicate, but what will you do... when I'm not there on the road... will I have to worry..."

"Honey, that's a question lots of women ask me... women I've seen before. And I'll give you an honest answer. After being with you, I don't think I'd want any other woman on the road. Sure I'd be TEMPTED. I mean who isn't... and it would be difficult not to, but I think knowing you're here waiting for me... will be MORE then enough to make me behave..."

"Are you sure?" she asked shyly. Far too shyly for her, he thought seriously.

***

"Relax baby... relax... just let me do the work, move with me... that's it..." Paul gritted, sweat pouring down his forehead. He lay back, his dark hair askew of his face in a black halo about his face. How lovely he seemed, eyes dark with the flames of passion, his body beading with perspiration.

"Oh god Paul I love you!" Liz almost screamed as she released the bolt of pleasure wracking her body. Joined in the most intimate way possible, she tossed her head back and let the waves rock her to bliss again. They were one being, moving together in their fusion of love, for what seemed an eternity.

Finally Paul reached his release, and cried out. Liz collapsed and lay on his chest, sighing deeply. Paul pulled the covers around them, and sighed in pleasure himself.

Safe and protected in his arms, Liz dozed for a time. Paul remained awake, simply basking in the afterglow. She was a fast learner, he had to admit, as the silk scarves now untied bore witness. At the last moment, she had freed him from them, to let him take command.

"Honey?" she asked, lifting her head from his chest.

"Yes?" he asked, stroking her golden hair. So soft and silky it was, he reflected.

 "I was just thinking... wondering how long you were planning on performing on Phantom?" she asked.

"Hmm, good question," he nodded, brushing her hair aside of her face.

"Because... well..." she said. "I was thinking..."

"About?" Paul asked.

"Well, you know... it's been WONDERFUL the last few days and all, but I just wonder what will happen when we're not always able to see each other so often..." she asked reluctantly, turning over.

"What do you mean?" Paul asked, reaching around and locking her in an embrace from behind, so they were spooning.

"Well," she said, turning her head to face him a bit. "I mean when you're on the road with KISS..."

"Yes?"

"Baby I don't' want to hurt you with my next question."

"Liz," he said, turning her over with a firm tug on her shoulder. She lay on her back, still a bit apart from him.

"I just don't..."

"Now that we're lovers, we have to be honest with one another. You can ask me anything. That part of our relationship shouldn't change just because we share the same bed... what's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

"I mean won't you be tempted... to seek the company of other women when I'm not there?" she asked. "I don't want to hurt you by asking that Paul... but I have to know..."

Paul sighed a bit, and reached over to take her hand. Between his two hands, he took it, depositing a kiss on the back and working up her arm. Liz shivered a bit in uncertainty, as he seemed to be formulating his next answer. He looked deep into her blue eyes, and kissed her forehead. Slowly he said, "I think that's an honest question, baby. And to be honest, it will be hard to resist the lovely ladies..."

"I know... but I want you to myself," Liz said. "I mean I don't mind if you give fans hugs and kisses, but what is the line? I mean... I don't' want to share this bed with any other women. Is it too selfish to expect you to remain true?"

"No it isn't," Paul said. "I said it would be difficult to resist the temptation, but I didn't' say it was impossible baby..."

"I am so scared you'll meet some wonderful woman who's much prettier then me and she'll rock your world..." Liz said with a tear in her eye.

Paul wiped it away, and kissed her cheek where the tear had fallen. Pulling her close to him he hugged her tightly to his body, hanging on tightly as if afraid to let her go. As if in doing so, he'd lose the most precious thing he had found. Into her ear he whispered, "Baby, I don't want that to happen. I don't' want to lose you to some handsome younger man who'll dazzle you with his looks and ways... and you'll lose sight of the man who loves you and wants you as his own... I'm not getting any younger baby, and you can't say that there aren't other younger men out there who would snap up a beautiful lady like you in a heartbeat..."

"I couldn't love another man Paul. Only you," she answered without hesitation. "I don't want another man."

"I'm glad," Paul said. "Because after finding someone who really loves me like you do I don't think I want another woman in my life."

"Do you really mean that?" she asked, her heart still shadowed by doubt.

"Really, and honestly baby," Paul said, pulling back and locking her lips in a deep kiss. She moaned softly, leaning into the kiss and letting him press her into the depths of the silk sheets. They lost each other in a sea of bliss for what was in reality only five minutes but seemed like forever.

"Then what should we do?" she asked.

"If you're wondering about you and me... when I decide to go back to California," Paul said, anticipating her question. "I was wondering if... you would consider..."

"Consider?" her blue eyes widened in anticipation.

"Moving back with me to CA, and moving in with me?" Paul asked, kissing the tip of her nose, and nudging her ear with his own.

"OH Paul...you really mean it?" she whispered, tracing his earlobe with her nose.

"Of course I do, love," he said, breathing in her ear softly. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it..."

"But what about before then?" Liz asked, anxiously.

"How would you like to um... move in here with me till then?" Paul asked, between soft gentle touches of his lips to hers.

"Move in with you... here too?" she asked.

"What better way to get used to each other then now?" Paul smiled. "After all, you said you didn't think you'd sleep well without me here... and I have to confess baby it's awfully hard to sleep in this bed without YOU here too."

"But my apartment... my things..."

"Would today be too soon?" he asked. "I could call some movers... and they can take care of your things... if you want they can put whatever you want in my place...and anything else into storage till we move to LA..."

"Today?" she asked. "Wow... you really ARE serious."

"That's what I wanted you to think," he chuckled, playfully rubbing down her chest over the curve of one breast.

"You don't waste time once you've made you mind up, do you?" she chuckled, snaking her hand over his chest. Paul seized it and pushed it down, much further down. This action made Liz blush, and Paul guided her hand where he wanted it most.

"Right THERE..." he hummed with delight.

"Paul... I couldn't..."

"You are," he raised an eyebrow. "Hmm. so will you let me make the arrangements to have you moved in today? It'll only take one call... and then we can go on over and you can decide what you want in storage and what you want moved here."

"That would be WONDERFUL," she smiled. Paul pulled her head to rest on his chest, moving her hand over the places he most desired it.

***********

"Eric, you are really something," Shelly laughed as he chased her upstairs to her apartment. He caught her and pinned her playfully against the door.

"Something else," he winked, kissing her softly for a moment. Reaching around her, he tickled her back, pressing his body close to hers. Turning around, she fumbled to get the key into the lock, despite the distraction of Eric leaning up against her.

"That's distracting you know..." she whispered as he blew in her ear and reached around to rub her breasts through her shirt.

"I know," he whispered back. "That's why it's hard to wait till I get back... so what's taking you so long, huh, missy?"

"Distractions," she chuckled. "If you're so smart, you unlock the door... after all, you men are good with long pointed objects being positioned into holes, aren't you?"

"OUCH," Eric laughed. "For THAT, you'll be punished."

Shoving the key into his hand, she pushed back and bumped him playfully. Eric reached around her, struggling to get her key into the first lock while still keeping contact with his other hand to her body. After a bit of struggling he undid the first lock, and let her guide his hands to the other two deadbolts. Strangely, he ended up locking the other.

"You locked it," she giggled, then pushed at the door with her shoulder. He gave it another nudge, and both of them tumbled inside, catching each other from falling.

"Whoops..." Eric chuckled.

"Darn, let me get the light..." she said, and stumbled over something. Eric grabbed her before she tripped on something just inside the door.

"Careful, don't knock yourself out yet... I want that privilege," he chuckled.

"What's going on... I could swear the chair was here," she said, stumbling over something. Eric found the light switch and snapped it on. As the light over the door clicked on, Michelle let out a gasp.

"OH my GOD..."

"Holy shit," Eric exclaimed, glancing around the apartment. Which was considerably more revealed then ever before. Piles of books and paper bags stuffed with what looked like clothes and other odd trinkets were scattered here and there on the bare floor. All that adorned the walls were a few nails, and some posters that were leaned against the walls. Bare white paint was flaked and chipped in places, and a few dust bunnies inhabited a very bare corner, where a computer tower and monitor were stacked.

"I can't believe it..." Michelle gasped, her eyes and mouth wide with horror.

"Shelly..." Eric choked, reaching out to touch her shoulder. She recoiled and broke away from him, rushing into the bedroom.

A scream met his ears and he rushed inside, to find Michelle kneeling on the floor, pawing at her clothes strewn about the room. KISS posters were torn in half, scattered here and there, with boxes of videos tipped over, their contents upset. Tears filled her eyes as she stared at the pieces of a beautiful Paul poster torn into shreds.

"Shit..." Eric muttered.

"I hate that BITCH!" Michelle screamed, gripping the pieces of poster in her hands. Tears poured down her cheeks.

"Shell..." Eric said, dropping on one knee by her side. He grabbed her shoulders and wrapped his arms around her. Shuddering against him, she sobbed violently. Slowly he rocked her back and forth, cradling her against his body to steady her.

"Why Eric... why?"

"Honey, shhh it's okay," Eric whispered. "Look, is there anything else missing or damaged? I mean other then the furniture..."

"I don't know... I don't even want to think..."

"Why don't we just take a look and make sure nothing else is damaged that shouldn't be..." Eric said, trying to remain as calm as he could, even though he'd like to wring someone's neck.

"This is just driving me crazy... I can't think straight!" Shelly whimpered.

"Man," Eric shook his head. "She really cleaned this place out... you know you could sue her for damaging your property..."

"I could, but what would that accomplish?" Shelly asked, lifting her head from his shoulder and wiping an angry tear from her eye. "I think she'll just claim the movers messed up..."

"Okay, this just goes to prove that it wasn't a good situation. And it won't take us long to clear up and get some new things for this apartment tomorrow..."

"I need something to drink... I'm so frustrated," she muttered, getting up and moving into the kitchen. She opened the cupboards and shook her head with an angry grunt. He rose from one knee, stiffly at first.

"Shell?" Eric asked, rushing over to the kitchen.

"Look at this, will you LOOK? She didn't even leave me a CUP to drink out of!" Shelly threw up her hands, slamming the cabinet door. "I ask you!"

"That does it. You're going to get some clothes together, and we're going to the hotel room away from this place till we get you calmed down," said Eric firmly. "And I fully intend to make you forget all about what this excuse of a roommate did today... mind you."

"Thank you... you're too sweet," she mumbled.

"Now just pick out a few days worth, and I'll try to sort things out here. And don't worry. We'll get through this. Promise..." he said, starting to pick up scattered tapes and putting them into a cardboard box. "I'll start in here... just leave it to me."

"Thank you Eric," was all she could say without wanting to cry then and there. She rushed off to start picking up her clothes and sort them before they left.

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"Get that blanket and let's spread it out," said Eric, grabbing the blanket off the bed.

"What are you doing?" Shelly asked.

"We're having a picnic indoors," he said, pushing the white bags into her hand for a second. He cast the blanket on the floor and spread it out evenly.

"You're just full of ideas," Shelly chuckled, trying to fall into the light mood he was attempting to spread.

"Okay, here we go. One order of sweet and sour chicken, won ton soup, and a few egg rolls, and dont' forget the beef and broccoli with fried rice," Eric said, reaching into the white plastic sack and extracting the tell tale white containers with little wire handles. Shelly rose to grab the two glasses covered with paper caps and the ice bucket.

"Some soda with your dinner sir?" she joked.

"Perfect. Should we start with soup first?" he asked.

"I hope you're up to using chopsticks," Shelly grinned wickedly, pulling out the disposable provided with the meal.

"What no forks?' he pretended to be horrified.

"What's the matter, chicken?" she asked.

"If Paul can learn to use them, I can sure as hell," he laughed. "All right... how do you hold these things again?"

"Between your thumb and forefinger... just like this..." she demonstrated. "Keep ONE still and use the other to move... and pinch..."

"How do I pick up rice, smartly?"

"You lift the plate to your face and scoop it up quickly," she laughed. "And be GLAD the rice sticks together."

"Soo I take it you don't like Uncle Ben's no stick rice either huh?" he joked, struggling to pick up a piece of chicken. Only to have it fall back on the plate once more.

"Just think of them as two long fingers..."

"Hey, hard to flip somebody off with these," Eric grinned cutely.

"Maybe I should just feed you then," she suggested, picking up a piece of his sweet and sour chicken between her chopsticks. Eric just managed to open his mouth before she popped the food inside.

"Now, your turn," she dared, eyes twinkling. He struggled to nab a bit of broccoli, barely managing to drop it into her open mouth before it slipped from his chopsticks. It was difficult to tackle the task of picking up broccoli and beef in such a manner, but Eric persevered.

"How do I use chopsticks to eat soup?" he joked.

"You use a spoon, smartass," she said.

"OH NOW you tell me," Eric laughed, wonton soup dribbled over his shirt.

"I can't take you anywhere,' she joked, dabbing him off with a towel.

"Hmm want to try this?" he asked, holding up a piece of sweet and sour chicken for her. She let him feed her a bit, but dribbled some sauce down her chin. She caught it with her finger. Eric put down his chopsticks, and caught hold of her hand. Rubbing his tongue along he licked it off.

"Hmm," she moaned.

"What was that?" he joked. "I know something tastes delicious..."

"The food or me?" she asked.

"Both," he murmured, patting her cheek. She grabbed his hand and dipped it into the sauce, then licked it off. Again, this elicited a moan from Eric, who felt his resolve slowly weakening.

"You are delicious too, you know," she whispered, blowing into his ear. Putting down her plate, she rubbed her hand over his belly, and down to his thigh. He was sitting Indian style, but she was reclining with both knees folded.

"Grr, you are playing dirty, missy," he whispered through clenched teeth. Over his ear she flicked her tongue, but pulled back when he reached for her.

"Ah, ah, ah," she waggled a finger at him. "You've still got the rest of your dinner to finish...'

"Yeah, but what if I want dessert?" he asked.

"Well here's a fortune cookie," she said, tossing it at him. He snapped it open and glanced at the fortune inside.

"You too, honey bunch," he said, tossing one back at her. She broke it open, and glanced over her fortune, snickering.

"What did you get?"

"Well depends on if you put... between the sheets behind it," he said. "Because mine says, 'Inspiration is the beginning of action...' "

"Mine says... hehehe, 'You are in need of a special friend...' "

Eric howled with laughter, and then grabbed her around the waist, pinning her under him. Michelle gasped as he lifted his leg over her hip, straddling her. Both knees bracketed her thighs, snaring her as his lips lowered inches from hers. Blue eyes sparkled with desire, his lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"I think you ARE in need of a special friend, between the sheets," he grinned. "A VERY special friend..."

"And I'm sure you're going to introduce me to him?" she winked.

"Oh you bet, baby," he hummed, lowering his lips to hers before she could blink again. Taking both her wrists he moved them behind her head and held them there so she could not move. He had control, taking the deep kiss and then pressing his mouth to her chin down her neck to her shirt. Catching a bit of skin between his teeth, he playfully licked it, causing Shelly to squeal with delight. Under him, she squirmed deliciously with each touch of his lips to her sensitive neck.

"I guess inspiration IS the beginning of action," she whispered hoarsely, as Eric took both wrists in her hand, and tugged her shirt up with his other. His hands slipped between her shirt and her bra, gently massaging her chest.

"Let me get rid of some of these clothes. They're getting in my way," he said. "Hands up... over your head... that's it..."

"Aren't you forceful," she chuckled.

"When I am getting what I want," he winked. "And this is DEFINATELY what I want..."

"Can you be more specific?" she asked, then moaned as he reached under her and tugged her shirt off and over her head gently. Reaching under her he lifted her up and hugged her close. His left arm held her to his body while his right hand unfastened her bra in a quick movement. For a moment she held her arms over to hide her breast, realizing that when they had done this before it had been in rather subdued lighting and it definitely wasn't subdued.

"Let me look at you, and how beautiful you are," Eric urged, pulling her arms away.

"Only if you let me see you, lover," she purred back.

"You got yourself a deal," Eric said, taking her hands and putting them on his shirt. "But you'll have to do some of the work too this time... put those hands to good use instead of hiding your hot body from me."

He guided her hands to the first button, of the flannel shirt he was wearing overtop a t-shirt. Why was she shy all of a sudden, he wondered. Pointing to his face, he indicated she should lock gazes with him. "Put those lovely dark eyes here, please, missy," he urged. Meeting his challenge she unbuttoned his shirt quickly and spread it aside. Only to find the t-shirt beneath, and grab the front to pull it up out of his jeans. Eric raised his arms over his head, liking her taking the initiative. Her hands ran up and down over the blond hair covering his chest, soft and curly like that on his head. In full room light she could see him, freckles, blond fuzz and all, his blue eyes fixed into hers with anticipation.

They feasted their eyes on each other for a moment, before Eric drew her into his arms and hugged her close. Enjoying the feel of skin to skin, they rocked slowly back and forth. Eric again caught her lips in a passionate kiss, hands caressing her smooth back. Muscles honed from years of drumming rippled u under her curves, and she sighed deeply through the kiss that seemed to fill the empty hole growing inside.

"Let me make you forget," he whispered, pulling back again for air. She nodded, and threw back her head as he caressed her flesh downward to her pants, and slowly unfastened them. Raising her to her feet, he got up also. They shed their jeans and Eric leaned down to pick her up and place her on the waterbed.

"Please... make me forget," she whispered, suddenly awed by how the mood had turned from fun to a serious one.

"I aim to please," he nodded with a slow luxurious smile, laying her out on the bed and resting alongside her on one hip. In no hurry, suddenly he began to caress her again. She moaned and closed her eyes, letting his hands take her away from the humiliation and anger inflicted by her erstwhile roommate.

"Umm, Eric that feels so good," she groaned, loving how his light brown hair tickled her chest. His fingers found every sensitive place, and she tossed back her head on the soft pillow. Touch and sound merged into bliss, which carried them both far away, the rest of that night.

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