The Dress Search

Spacegypsy1

Vala's POV. Sequel to The Dress.

Isj's prompt.

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I just left Samantha's office and I'm still confused. Actually, wonko. The corridors are very busy today, and I can't reconcile my thoughts for having to nod and smile and greet those coming and going.

Besides, Samantha mostly grinned while her big blue eyes seemed to twinkle with merriment…or something like that. She gave me no help on my current situation.

I'm ducking into Dr. Lee's office to escape the constant conversations and questions from all the GI Joe's and Jane's.

Bill's not here. I find myself sighing in relief. I like Bill. But, really, I couldn't be more wonko than I am right now. Adding Bill into the equation would only make it worse.

Who would have thought that once the adverse archeologist decided to switch positions…oh wait, really, darling, that's not the image we need to think about. Once he 'changed course' and capitulated to my wiles, as Cameron would say, I find myself totally out of my element.

To be honest, it's as though yet another being has taken up residence in me. I don't seem to be able to think in terms of me…suddenly it's we...like there's two of me in here. Again.

There's a lot more sighing going on as I sit…well, actually, plop down on a stool and stare at the computer.

I'm a bit overwhelmed. It started right in the middle of the best sex I've ever had. That part of me that begins to doubt. I mostly ignored it, what with Mr. Passionate Professor and his unquenchable appetite. Yes, of course I loved it! And him. That's what got me to thinking.

Making love. I don't remember ever feeling like that. Ever.

Hold on a minute, I'm getting dizzy from twirling round and round on this chair. And I'm starving! So little time - only about thirty minutes before the ravenous researcher relocates me to some Beverly person's hills somewhere in California.

Ah, the commissary. My favorite place inside the mountain. Other than his office. Apples and oranges? Nope. Pie? Jell-O? Can't decide. So both will just have to do.

I can't sit with anyone, they will ask questions. Just eat and comply with his instructions. Think later? He said to pack a bag. Wear something decent. I believe that I take offense to that. He's going to buy me clothes! Yes, yes, yes, of course that's wonderful. But really, I mean, why? To make me into something I'm not?

It's Rodeo Drive he told me. Blah, blah, blah. What do rodeos have to do with clothes? Oh dear. Ten minutes? Leave the pie. I bite my lip, hating to leave it, but then again I'll be trying on dresses. Nice dresses he said. First I have to research this Beverly person and the rodeo thingie. Then I'll pack.

OH. MY. GOD! I don't believe I've ever packed and dressed so fast in all my life. Not even that time when Inargo and I had to leave that cozy hideout on Katrailtis! Beverly Hills and Rodeo Drive. Whatever is he thinking? Well, yes, of course, right now he's thinking…well yelling…for me to come out.

'Hold your horses!?' Oh, did I say that out loud!? 'Sorry, Daniel, I'll be right there.' Now, isn't that better?

Yes, I'm nervous. Turn the handle the opposite direction!

He's so dazzling to look at. Especially now when I can imagine what he looks like naked. And on fire with passion. And… oh, well, nevermind.

I give him that electric grin. Clamped teeth, wide mouth, happy lift of brows. Damn, he smiled back. And I think I detect a bit of pink raising up his neck. That is so sweet. It just melts me.

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The Beverly Wilshire. I have no words. I'm looking at that incredible bed. He walks up behind me. I can feel his breath on my neck, and I shiver. I'm thinking who needs clothes?

Oh. Ah. Mmm. Obviously so is he.