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From: Harry
Date: 18 Nov 1999
Time: 12:05:09
(OOC: heh. if you have access to a video store, rent a movie called "Phoenix". Leila is about 45 years old and a lot more world-weary and less talkative than one would expect. but, you did pretty good considering you didn't know much about her.)
Harry sat in the back seat of the car and watched the conversation. Leila never told him about Susan, and inside he felt his stomach knot and twist. She didn't say anything about him. Was he her dirty little secret? He looked at her again, and he stroked her hair, and his insides quaked a bit as he watched his hand go through it, not feeling it at all. But he could smell it, and it smelled like the raspberry shampoo she normally uses to wash her hair. She was wearing the same white cotton blouse she wore the last time he saw her. At least, when he was last living and he saw her. She had kissed him on the mouth that day, and he can still remember how it made his head spin and his whole body electric and languid at the same time. He remembered how he almost forgot the business he had to attend to, and he felt something sharp stab him in the chest when he thought of how eagerly he had wanted to stay with her. He wanted so much to just take her home and make love to her there, but he didn't. He wanted to, but he didn't. Something else had to be done first, and his body burned like fire when he thought about it.
Harry looked at the highway sign as they approached the exit. "Dallas 28." He watched as Leila spoke about the nightlife, and he wondered, "What about the bar?" Maybe she had found a diurnal occupation. Harry hoped not. It was much easier for him to visit her at night. The night flattered her appearance, as if she belonged there. Not that she looked bad during the day. She was beautiful now, and he liked how the sun's rays shined on her skin and made her look so vibrant and peaceful. He jumped to the front seat, careful not to disturb Leila as she slept.
He watched her as she napped, and grinned when he saw how her eyelids twitched. Harry gently grazed her face, feeling the smooth, warm skin beneath his fingers. He exhaled a breath upon her, to see how the skin changes ever so subtly to a slightly reddish hue, and he smiled down at her as her eyes flickered open and then closed. Harry looked up again, and he saw another sign, "Dallas 21." He looked back down at Leila, almost feeling the rise and fall of her diaphragm under his arm. He kissed her on the forehead, and her skin was warm, soft. Her bangs tickled the side of his face. A hand went up towards him, and Harry's heart fluttered. Is she going to hold him? Caress him as he did her? He watched as it slowly made its way towards him, then passed through him as it fell onto the space beside her.
Harry sighed again and then moved to the back seat.