Sunday Afternoons	Sunday Afternoons by Otterlady

  

 Yes, this is yet another installment in the continuing saga of my
favorite love bunnies. Even I am getting slightly ill of this. (I had
better get my insulin levels checked!) No infringement is meant by my
words, we are all aware of who really owns these characters. Please feel
free to love, hate or otherwise not care about my story. I only do it
because I must. 

 Sunday Afternoons by Otterlady (View From the Edge part 4) 02/16/97 

 ottrlady@direct.ca 

 The living room was a scene of domestic tranquility. Watery sunlight fell
in a puddle on the sleeping canine on the rug in front of the fireplace. A
small, cheerful fire lent its warmth to the room that held the relaxing
occupants. Soft music played on the stereo and peace reigned. 

 She sat with her head resting against the back of her favorite chair.
Like the rest of the furnishings, the chair was made for comfort, being
large, soft and sturdy. Rather like her companion, although one could
never call him soft, but definitely sturdy. 

 He lay stretched out on the sofa, stockinged feet resting on one arm;
head propped up on the other. The Sunday paper lay in a neatly discarded
pile on the floor beside him. He was quietly chuckling to himself over the
comic pages, which he had saved to last. 

 Her book lay face down in her lap. She found watching him far more
fascinating than anything that a mere author could invent, even her
favorite. The way the sunlight played across his cheek. The way his lips
turned up at the corners as he smiled at the antics of the characters in
the strip. The funny way he had of sucking in his upper lip like a small
child. The sweep of his eyelashes as his eyes moved up and down over the
page. And those eyes, those eyes... Brilliant blue, clear and bright. How
their had mesmerized her from the first. 

 She smiled as she remembered the first time he had stood in front of her
desk. Back ramrod straight, hands clasped behind his back. The perfect at
attention pose. He had looked at her with those eyes and she was lost. Her
lips twitched slightly as she grimaced, thinking on how she had
overreacted in response to the feelings he had generated in her. The way
his very presence had sent an electric shook throughout her body, finally
coming to rest somewhere south of her heart. She had tried so hard to deny
what was happening between them by making both their lives hell. Thank God
that he had finally seen through the wall she had flung up around her and
had battered it down with gentle force. 

 Those eyes, how she loved those eyes. She found herself suddenly lost in
the blue waters of those eyes as he turned them upon her. Smiling, he sat
up, treating her to the view of this person that had invaded her life.
Sliding off the edge of the couch, he walked on his knees over to her and
gently removed the neglected book. Resting his elbows on the arms of the
chair, he leaned forward and kissed her. His hands were doing things to
her face and neck that resparked that electric current. Pulling back, he
gazed at her with those eyes. 

 Reaching for him, she pushed herself off of the edge of her comfortable
chair into the far more pleasurable comfort of his arms. Laughing gently
they joined the still sleeping wolf in the pool of sunlight on the floor,
drowning in each other's eyes. 

 How she loved these quiet Sunday afternoons.