Finally in his arms again.

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OOC: This is for no particular person in mind. If you're interested, please post a response. Moon is a 45 year old woman, so Steve should be 45+, preferably around 50 years old. Moon has blonde hair, about 5'7" and weighs about 140 lbs. She has extensive computer and office skills, and is moving back to an area that has more need.....preferably around the Bay Area. She currently lives in Oregon.

Steve is half American Indian decent, with dark hair, a confident air about him, and attractive with a rough edge about him. He stands about 6' tall and about 180 lbs. He runs his own business in repair of anything electronic/maintenance etc. Money is not a priority in his life, and has a rather laid back attitude, working out of need, not desire for the almighty dollar. If you have any questions about this character and would like to participate, please feel free to PM me with any questions. I will respond. If not, feel free to jump in.

IC:

Moon and Steve had met under unusual circumstances. Her past boyfriend had moved another woman (his ex-wife) in with him before she'd had a chance to move out, and was rather uncomfortable in the situation.

Her and Dave had always maintained separate bedrooms, the small house didn't have a room large enough for both of their personal things in one room, though had been sleeping together most of the time. At least until HER arrival.

Steve had been hired to do some maintenance around the house, and must have sensed the tension in the air. One day he brought Moon a beer and offered it to her. Out of respect, he hadn't made a pass or spoken to her but to obtain her help on where particular things were located he was hired to fix.

Moon's relief was immediate at his kind gesture, and accepted it graciously. She hated the brand (Budwieser) but drank it down hungerly anyway. She then passed him her private number, another thing she'd always maintained separated from the house number.

They had a brief and passionate affair, as she was packing to leave the state. She'd already made commitments to move, though after meeting Steve, she'd had second thoughts.

So they parted their ways reluctantly.

They stayed in touch for a while, but he was in another committed relationship, and soon they lost touch. Moon was disappointed, but knew it was probably for the best.

A visit back into town for Moon 6 months later, caused them to run into each other again. Things hadn't been going well for Moon, and she was considering moving back. The job market was really horrible where she'd gone, and she couldn't find decent work. Meanwhile, Steve had broken it off with his girlfriend, and was a single man again.

Another whirlwind affair of two days. This time they decided to make plans together to bring her back, and persue their precious relationship. They'd fallen in love with one another.

 

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*bump*

 

[REDWAVE]

"Damn it . . ."

" . . . how'd the hell you get up by Ann Road? I told you DI & Jones! Get your butt over there in a hurry . . ."

"But, boss, you said Ann Road . . ." Howie protested over the cellphone.

"What the . . . Whatever! Anyway-- just get over there. And hurry!"

I hung up and immediately was dialing another number, getting back to a customer who'd called, hoping he hadn't called someone else already. I propped my feet up on my desk and settled back a little more in my chair. The truth is, I might have given him the wrong directions, after all. Ever since Moon and I got back together, I've been having trouble concentrating on my work.

When I first started the business, it was just me. I answered all the calls myself. But business had been good. Vegas was booming, and now I had several employees. Now I spent most of my time in my tiny office, talking on the phone all day. It's the life of a hustling small businessman: you're constantly dealing with people, yet you're always alone. As I dialed the number, I pictured Moon standing there before me, letting her gown fall off her in one quick liquid whoosh . . .

"Hello, MGM Grand . . ."

Damn, I said to myself as I stammered an apology, hung up and redialed. I had dialed the wrong number. Thanks to her, I can't keep my mind on business worth a damn.

 

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Moon had been driving for what seemed like days now, though it was probably closer to 20 hours. She pulled off, unable to drive any longer without toothpicks in her eyelids, and called Steve.

"Where the hell are you now!" she heard a shout over the cell phone.

"It's me, Steve." Moon breathed over the airwaves. "I just wanted you to know where I was, and that I'm ok."

Steve relaxed, obviously stressed over the the days events, and they chatted a brief moment.

"I really have to sleep a while." Moon explained to Steve. "I promise, I'll be there as soon as I can."

They reluctently hung up after more endearments were expressed, and promises of times together soon to be. Northern California was beautiful, and Moon decided to enjoy what little she could. She drifted off to sleep in the cab of the truck she was driving with Steve on her mind. She couldn't hardly wait till they were together again.

 

[REDWAVE]

When he got off the phone,

Steve took off his clothes and neatly hung them up. He slid into bed, still aroused from having talked to Moon, heard her voice, breathed her essence. For a moment he thought about beating off, and even fondled his crotch a little, but held back, saving himself for the next night when she would arive. He'd been married once before, and had two major love affairs, as well as a number of casual rendezvous over the years. But in his mind the "one night stands" all blended into each other, and only the three main women in his life (beside his mother) stood out. The one he'd married, Stacy, the blonde, was the one he'd loved the most deeply at first, and came to be most deeply embittered against at the end. Monica was a lot of fun, a brunette with a happy go lucky attitude toward life, the only one who understood the dark undercurrents of his soul. They'd never really broken up so much as just drifted apart, in the early '70's when their lives were both a bit chaotic, a little crazy . . .

And then there was Jeannette. O yes-- there was always Jeannette.

 

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After Moon slept for a few hours, not really refreshed, but much better, so took off again.

"Only a few more hours, Moon." she said aloud. "Then you'll be in Vegas, and with Steve."

Her memory drifted back to the last time they were together. She hoped things would work out for them. They hadn't really had a chance to let things be normal. What a trip this would be. Moon couldn't wait to get there.....

 

[REDWAVE]

Reunion

I stood anxiously in front of the Klondike, on the south edge of town, scanning for Moon's vehicle, a beat-up old Dodge. When I saw it turn into the parking lot, I felt my heart beat faster inside my chest. As I ran toward her car, I heard it give out a loud "Ka-Thwonk!", after which the engine cut out. She managed to coast the last few feet into a parking space, and stopped.

As I ran up, she looked at me and said with a wry face, "I think my engine just died." Practically tearing at the door handle, I replied "Never mind that. The important thing is, we're together again. O darling-- don't ever leave me!"

Then she was up and out of the car and in my arms, clinging to me tightly. It seemed as if we had come together by magnetic attraction or molecular bond, so closely we were glued together. I realized how empty and soulless my life had been, for several years now, ever since Jeannette had-- well, I didn't want to think about that. This was a happy time. No more living on auto-pilot, sleepwalking through the routine, the constant demeaning grubbing for money . . . Now I had someone and something worth living for.

"Welcome home, Moon," I breathed, as I finally pulled my lips away from hers.

 

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Re: Reunion

I couldn't believe I was finally here. Holding Steve again was heaven.

"Welcome home, Moon." I heard Steve say.

"Thank you." I managed to choke out. Tears streamed down my face as I realized I was really home now. This is where my heart belonged, and the realization came pouring out.

Steve pulled away from me, and brushed away some of my tears. The concerned look on his face prompted me.

"Tears of joy, my love." I explained. "I've missed you so much."

He embraced me once more, this time more tender and loving. I leaned into him, feeling comforted by his presence.

"Come, let me take you home." I barely heard Steve say. "I have dinner cooking, and a bottle of wine."

 

[REDWAVE]

Back at home

They sat on the couch in the living room, and fed each other, and drank deeply of the rich red wine, arms intertwined and gazing deeply into each other's eyes. The TV sitting a few feet in front of them was left off, ignored. Moon had taken her shoes off, her delicate little feet with their screaming red toenails waving as her legs dangled just above the floor.

"I missed you while you were gone," he breathed into her neck.

She giggled as he nibbled playfully at it. "Me, too. But you know I had to go for a while. I had some things I had to wrap up before we could really be together . . ."

"Yes, but that's all done now, isn't it?"

"All done. Gone and finished."

"Good." There was silence for a while as he tasted deeply of her lips, her mouth. Finally, he slowly pulled back a little.

"Any problems?"

"Well, one or two. I had to be a little sneaky. There was one point I almost got caught by the Sex Police--"

"O, my God! Those bastards! Obviously, you managed to elude them." A flush of anger rose to his cheeks. It was the Sex Police who had--

"Yes, but it was touch and go there for a while."