Always left like that (1/5) (M/f - no sex - awwwwww)

And now....a forever after....he looked at you, astonished and anxious.  When
you had last spoken to him, a quick greeting before you headed fled from her,
you had left him feeling the wealthiest man in the world, but now, when you
returned to him you seemed like spare change. 

Your dress must have been the same, there wasn't a mark or a tear on it; but it
seemed to have lost its sheen; it hung down on your frame like a shapeless
hessian sack. The only thing that looked worse than the dress was your face.
The bloom was off your cheeks; your hair hung down like a tattered rag.  The
mascara you'd so carefully applied was streaked by tears.

He stared, unable to decide whether to comfort you or let you work it out
yourself. When you lifted your head and he saw the glimmer of tears still
rimming your eyes, he made up his mind. Taking you by the shoulder, he led you
into his sitting room. You were was an adult woman and he felt you could handle
it yourself, a friend agreeing with you about being alone like this. All the
same this woman, this girl in front of him, crying your eyes out - could he
find some way to make up for you not getting your dream: could he give you the
best of times to help you forget your troubles.

Excusing himself for a second, he slipped into the kitchen and came back with a
couple of glasses of white Saumur sparkling wine, a white serviette carefully
placed over his arm. 

"Ce table suffiras, mam'selle?" he asked, bowing. There was just the hint of a
smile through you tears as you sat down and raised the glass to your lips. He
put the other one on the table and went over to the stereo, flipping through
his CDs. Yes, jazz was right. He must have something appropriate. Hmmm, maybe
this would do: slow and mellow - Billie H - always a good choice, right? He
started the play and turned to face you.

"Voulez-vous dancer avec moi ce soir?" He bowed deeply and looked up at you
from under his eyebrows. You blinked away your tears and gave him a tentative
smile.

He swept you into his arms as Billie's mellow voice played quietly in the room.


"Tous les deux pieds gauches je regrette," he apologized.

"Oh, no, you're great and your feet are just right," you answered, your chin
tucked under his shoulder as you clung to him. 

"I couldn't..." You broke into tears.

"Oubliez-la.  Sa memoire ne vaut plus la peine," he insisted. "La nuit est
speciale. C’est votre dance et vous allez vous amuser bien.  Et ca c'est ca.
Et top!" He softened his teasing with a grin as he looked down into your eyes.

“I know the memory is not worth it, but it still hurts so much. And with you,
yes the night is marvellous - no wonderful - you make me feel so special.”

“Bof,” he shrugged. 

“Silly man,” you reached up and gave him a little affectionate kiss on the
cheek, but found he had left you like that....again......


Ou est le sex d'antant - If you're good I might put some sex in part 2 or not
-  ~¿~