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Picture Perfect by LNJ

January 16, 2017

To make it easier to direct people to this story I wanted to put all the chapter links in a single post, in other words do a link roundup. This story is in the nonmob fanfic category. This is one of my favorite fanfics, but it’s missing a lot of chapters. If you have anymore of it or can find any more online, I’d really appreciate it.

This particular fanfic has Danny and Michelle meeting when they were older and each had a pre-teen daughter from previous relationships. It also starts with a bit in Walt Disney World. How can resist that?


Disney Cinderella Castle

Disney Cinderella Castle

Picture Perfect by LNJ

“Picture Perfect” – Michelle and Danny each have a 13 year old daughter and a broken marriage behind them when they run into each other at Disney World. They discover that Michelle already lives in Springfield and Danny will soon move there to take on a leadership role at Spaulding Enterprises. Their daughters play matchmaker and it isn’t too hard. They are forming a picture perfect family when Michelle’s abusive, estranged husband Bill Lewis returns to take back what he sees as his. Another one that ends too soon.😉 (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5)

There was a lot more of this I’m sorry to say that we don’t have access to. If anybody can find anymore of this I’d be very grateful. Michelle does tell Danny and he takes them over to the Spaulding Mansion for safe keeping. Judging from what happens in the last two chapters Theresa shows up and is unbalanced. Bill is killed in a car accident. (Chapter 13) (Chapter 15)

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Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Twas the Night by Bella

December 26, 2016

To make it easier to direct people to this story I wanted to put all the chapter links in a single post, in other words do a link roundup. This story is in the Christmas fanfic category. Fair warning although I really like the part where they are talking in this, there is a lot of sex and discussion of sex….I mean a lot of sex even for Manny so be forewarned.


“Twas the Night” – Michelle and Danny both end up at the Bauer cabin on what was one of the worst nights of their lives (Danny broke into the cabin at random thinking he didn’t have anyplace else to go after he fails to complete a hit and Michelle is running away from Bill Lewis’s unwanted marriage proposal). Both of them had the thought to take a hot bath, so when they run into each other in the bathroom they are both naked, emotionally and physically. Flash forward 8 years and a very happy family is telling the annual Christmas story about how Mommy and Daddy met at the cabin on Christmas Eve and realized they’d never have to be lonely again and created a family. The flash forward is EXTREMELY cute. 😉

Twas the Night (Part 1)

Twas the Night (Part 2)

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Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Christmas with the Santos aka A Year and a Day

December 25, 2016

“Christmas with the Santos” aka “A Year to the Day” – Life continues on in Casa Santos much as it did in the first heady month after the Laurel Falls wedding all the way to Christmas with no Jeva troubles, no Ben vendetta, and no Ben being murdered. A great version of their first real Christmas together, I especially like how they wake up.😉

Republisher’s Note: Another one of my favorite Christmas Manny favorites. This one is set in a world where after Michelle decided to return with Danny to Casa Santos she doesn’t leave, Ben doesn’t come after Danny, and Ben is never murdered nor the target of any plots by Pilar.


Christmas with the Santos aka A Year and a Day

The alarm buzzed and Michelle stirred from her sleep.

“Danny,” she said sleepily as she buried her head into her pillow.

The loud noise continued. She turned to look at him. He wasn’t moving.

“Danny hit snooze.” The buzzing continued. “Danny!” Nothing. “UGH!” She lifted herself on her elbows. He was oblivious to the horrible noise. Realizing it was up to her to stop it she tried reaching over him to hit the snooze button. Her arms were too short.

At times like these she wondered why the alarm was on his night table when she was the one who always had to turn it off.

Climbing over him she finally was able to tap the button. The alarm stopped. Holding herself up by her elbows she looked down at him. Danny still wasn’t moving.

“Nice! Now I’m awake.” She went to move off of him and felt his arms wrap around her.

“Where are you going?” he asked drowsily.

“You’re awake!”, She exclaimed slapping him on the chest. “Why didn’t you stop the alarm?”

“This is much more interesting,” he mumbled as he pulled her closer and began kissing her neck.

“Oh no you don’t. We might as well get ready. Mass is at 9:00.”

“Can’t you tell I’m ready?” he teased.

“Danny, you promised Ray. We can’t skip today. Get up!” she tried extricating herself from his arms.

He held on tighter. He began to pull down the strap on her nightgown trailing kisses from her neck to her chest. He managed to pull the strap down far enough freeing her breast.

“Ahh! Just what I was looking for,” he sighed.

“Danny, we’re going to miss Ray’s sermon.” She tried moving away. “Noooo,” she moaned as his lips went around her nipple and she felt his teeth begin to pull on it.

“You’re supposed to go to confession before Mass.” Michelle tried to regain her composure and reason with him.

His tongue licked her breast. His hand traced a path up her leg, bunching up her nightgown as he went along. She felt him reach between her thighs. “Forgive me Father for I have sinned…” he breathed.

“Danny!”, she sucked in her breath as he touched her.

She arched her back in response. He laughed. “It seems you’re just as ready as I am…Ummm.”

“Hmmm…” she replied as she shifted positions so she wasn’t laying completely on top of him. “Danny…Mass…”. He began to massage her with his hand.

She sat up and decided to stop fighting him. Pulling her nightgown over her head she threw it down on the floor. It landed on a pile of discarded wrapping paper from the Christmas gifts she had been wrapping the night before.

Reaching down she held him and began to move her hand up and down. “Hail Mary…”, his breathing was heavier.

“Merry Christmas Babe,” she said as her lips claimed his.

When it was over Michelle looked at the clock. It was 8:25. She was laying on his chest, much in the same position she had been in while trying to hit the snooze button. Neither of them moved. He was still inside her.
“You’re going to have to explain to Ray why we were late for his first Christmas Mass,” she said quietly. She felt sleepy again.

Laughing he said, “Okay, I’ll see him afterwards and tell him everything during confession.” He kissed her forehead.

“You wouldn’t dare!” She lifted herself off of him suddenly.

“OHH! Hey! Don’t move that quickly…”, he groaned.

“Serves you right!”, she laughed.

Eventually, Carmen’s knock on their door had gotten them out of bed. They had rushed to get ready for Church. Ray had winked when he’d seen them enter the side door of the church 15 minutes late.

Afterwards there was a lunch at the house. They had sat around the table eating and remembering Christmases past. It was fun for Michelle to hear about Danny as a little boy on Christmas morning. Even Carmen seemed to be in the spirit.

Towards the late afternoon they all sat around the family room. There was a glow from the fireplace and the room was cozy. The Christmas lights danced on the tree.

Michelle was curled up on one of the sofas with a blanket. Danny was playing at the Pinball machine with Bill.

Ding…Ding…Ding! TILT!

“Santos, you win again,” Bill said.

“Don’t I always win?”

“Ha Ha Ha!”

Danny walked towards Michelle. Her eyes were closed and she looked very comfortable. He smiled looking down at her.

Kneeling down beside her he said in a whisper. “Hey.”

She opened one eye and smiled at him, “Hey yourself!” She lifted the blanket and invited him to join her.

“You feel so good,” he said as he snuggled close to her.

“Oh no, don’t start that again!”

“Now there’s an idea…” He ran his hand up underneath her shirt to hold her breast.

“Danny…” She said in a sing song voice.

“Shhh!” he said into her mouth as he kissed her. He began rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Honey Stop!” He kissed her neck and began to suck. The heat of his breath made her squirm with pleasure. “Dannnny…” Her eyes closed as she gave in to the feeling.

“Ohhh!” she sighed. Remembering where they were she opened her eyes. Giggling nervously she peeked over his shoulder to see if anyone was paying attention to them.

Carmen and Ben were sitting by the fire drinking brandy, Pilar and Bill were over by the card table playing War, but Abuela was looking straight at them, as Ray, gesticulating with his hands, talked to her!

“Oh my God!”, she whispered desperately.

“I know!”, he groaned into her neck and rubbed himself against her.

“Danny, your Grandmother is watching us!”, She muttered through her teeth as she smiled at Abuela.

He stopped what he was doing and lifted his head slowly. He turned to look at his Grandmother and smiled.

She smiled back.

Abuela was thinking. “Ah Jose! I feel so young on nights like this. I see us dancing. I’m wearing red and you are in your tuxedo. We glide over the floor. The orchestra is wonderful, the music is so happy. Christmas!”

Danny turned back to Michelle, who looked extremely embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, she doesn’t know what’s going on.”, he said trying to convince himself as well as her.

“Really? It looks to me like she knows EXACTLY what is going on. Look at her. She’s smiling at us! I’m going to die. I have to get out of here. Let me up!” she whispered. Desperate to get out from under Abuela’s watchful eyes she started to sit up.

“Wait! You can’t get up.” He stopped her and pushed her back down.

“Why? Let me up!”, she whispered.

He looked into her eyes and as serious as he could be said, “They’ll see your hickie.”

“Hick-…You gave me a hickie?”, her hand flew to her neck and a look of panic came over her face.

He couldn’t help himself, he started laughing so hard that tears began to fall from his eyes.

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to look at them.

Michelle wanted to die.

Ben lifted his glass to Carmen and said, “Ahh! Young love.”

To which Carmen replied, “Hmmph!”

Pilar asked Bill, “What’s so funny?”

Bill looking at the scene mumbled, “At least someone’s having fun.” , as he threw his next three cards on the table. Pilar was perplexed by the whole thing.

“What’s so funny?”, she asked again.

Carmen, from the other side of the room, said in a serious voice, “Pilar! Go turn on the Christmas lights outside.”

Ray watched Danny and Michelle and felt a twinge of jealousy. “Confession first thing in the morning…”, he thought. He decided to ignore the laughter and continue the discussion with his Grandmother, “Abuela, the Church has not changed so much…”

The laughter woke Abuela from her daydream. “Oh dear, what is Ray talking about? These daydreams always get me into trouble. Carmen already thinks I have Alzheimer’s…” Recovering she said, “I’m sorry Ray, what were you saying?” Danny continued to laugh. “What are they doing? Why is Danny laughing?”

Ray thought, “They’re doing what I’ve been dreaming about for some time…That’ll go over well with Abuela! Stop it Santos!”

“It’s nothing Abuela. As I was saying, the Church…”

Michelle tried hiding her embarrassment by looking amused as she sat up. She pulled her hair over her shoulders to cover the love bite. She began climbing over Danny to get off the sofa. Danny pulled her back down despite her protests and kissed her.

“Danny!” “Oh God, will this nightmare ever end?” she thought.

“Look up,” he said.

“What?” she asked as her gaze traveled to the ceiling.

Hanging right over them was the mistletoe. “See? It’s okay we were only doing what your supposed to…”, he hugged her to him.

Michelle slapped away his arms, “You enjoy torturing me. Don’t you?”

“Come on.” He got up and pulled on her arms. As she stood up against him, he whispered, “Let me torture you some more…”

She laughed and followed him out of the room. Danny stopped at the door and leaning on the door frame said through his laughter, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Carmen almost choked on her drink. “My God what has happened to my son?” she asked Ben.

Ben laughed and took another sip from his drink.

Bill shook his head and said, “Deal the cards, Pilar!”

Pilar laughed at her brother’s silliness. Realizing Bill wasn’t laughing she asked, “Why are you mad? Is it because I’m winning?”

Ray hoped his Grandmother wouldn’t ask him where Danny and Michelle were going.

Abuela Santos watched them and smiled. Ray’s voice faded into the background as she began to daydream again, “It’s such a merry Christmas! Ay Jose! If you were here…”


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Just a Happy Christmas by Mommar669

December 24, 2016

REPUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is another really short fanfic and not really one of my favorites, but it’s one about Christmas that I hadn’t republished before. It’s more like an idea from a fanfic than a fully developed one. This is the version after I’ve edited it for clarity. No seriously this is AFTER I edited it, but after awhile I just gave up on a couple of things. Also, I’m really not sure at all when this is supposed to be set. Clearly Robbie has been born previously, but that’s the only really clue. Also, apparently Michelle and Ed have suffered terminal cases of the dumbs. I mean how could Michelle keep Carmen from Danny’s son????? ???? ???? I mean what the what now????? And the winter is even stranger than during the miracle blizzard Christmas year. Oh well, Enjoy!


Just a Happy Christmas by Mommar669

 Danny and Michelle has been apart for almost 6 months. Danny was still keeping a eye on his family. He hoped to be able to get back with his family. He had ran into his wife and son a few times. It hurt so much he stayed out of sight. He can hear his son wanting to go find Daddy. Every thing was going wrong and he still has not brought his Mother down. But what Danny did not know was that Carmen was seeing his family. Michelle would not let Carmen be alone with Robbie, but how could she deny Carmen access to Danny’s only son?
It was December 23rd. Michelle was alone when a knock came on the door. It was Carmen bringing presents, “For Robbie, and for you and the rest of your family. Michelle, I know what I have done to you in the past, but I want to try being friends and us being a family. Can we try?”
“Mommy we find Daddy, I have a surprise and Mommy….”
“But first you have to go to bed for Mommy as she is not feeling good, Is it OK?”
“Yes go ahead I will help,” Ed said coming into the kitchen. “Go outside Michelle.”
Danny asked, “What is it, baby, you OK?”
“Danny, can’t we drop this?”
“I can’t.”
“I am tired of you sneaking in my room and all of this. Baby, your mom is here. Don’t worry we are doing OK for now, I know you love her and she loves you.”
Going into the house Ed and Rick are called back the hospital , Carmen comes down, “Danny, your family needs you.”
Michelle, “ouch, my water broke.”
Carmen “Danny, you have to get to the hospital with her.”
“Well we will not be going any where the roads are closed, this snow storm hit and hit hard,”
Ed called they will be staying at Cedars. That he can’t get home.
“Danny, Danny, I need , oh the baby is coming!”
Carmen delivers a beautiful baby girl on Christmas eve morning.
“A daughter, a girl,” Danny says holding his little girl.
Carmen looks on tears in her eyes , “Danny I have a name for, For ?”
“Dad, meet your new granddaughter, Maureen Carmen Santos. How did you make it home?”
“The streets have been plowed.”
“Any one want a cup of coffee?” Carmen asked. As they are having coffee, Ed walks to the window looks out and turns and says, “I cannot believe this I hope we have enough food in the house as we are getting snowed in.”
Rick “What?”
“We are,” Danny says They all go and look out .
Ed, “Carmen, it looks as if you will be staying here for awhile.”
As they get ready for Christmas the next day, Carmen, “Michelle, I know this is your home but go in the other room and rest you have just had a baby.”
“Come on Honey, I want to hold my daughter.”
On the couch Danny sits holding his wife and daughter, when “Mommy!”
“Mama , I will get him.”
“Come on, Tiger. We have a surprise for you, Robbie this is your new baby sister.”
As Ed, Carmen, Rick, and Mel look on, Robbie looks at the baby and says “I wanted a puppy, no baby.”
Carmen laughs and looks at Danny, “oh Danny you said that very thing when you saw Pilar.”
Rick “Robbie come with Uncle Rick.”
Soon they hear “SNOW SNOW! we play!”
Danny comes picks up his son, “Well, we can’t now as it is still snowing.”
After they eat and Carmen and Mel wash the dishes, after chasing Danny and Michelle to bed.
“Ed you can stay in Meta’s room, As we will be getting up early,” Carmen says.
In their bedroom Danny burps his daughter after Michelle fed her putting her in the bassinet .He gets in bed , “I want you you look SO sexy, but you need rest so I will just hold you.”
Morning came to fast as they hear laughter and screaming from down stairs, getting dressed they head down. Robbie is under or trying to get under the tree.
“Robert, get out here now!” Michelle said, “You have to eat now. Go with Grandma and Grandpa now.”
Danny “Baby, my old mom is here it is the way she used to be, let’s go eat.”
Later after the presents are opened, and the children are napping, Rick “I wish Jude were here too.”
“Oh it has quit snowing,” Carmen said. A knock at the door
“Who could that be in this weather?… Pilar?” Carmen said and just looked around .
“Surprise!” Pilar said.
“Hi,” Bill said.
“Bill,” Michelle said.
“We are back together,” they both say at once, “Now where is my nephew?”
Sleeping he is tired . hearing a cry, “oh,” Danny said, “Meet your niece.”
Sitting around they talk of Christmases past, the memories, “And we now have future Christmas to look forward to with the new members of both families.” Ed and Carmen say together, “Merry Christmas every one.”

A Season of Love by LiaBoston

December 22, 2016

“A Christmas Fic” aka “A Season of Love” – Michelle finds Danny hold up in a study missing his father on a Christmas during their “fake” marriage. She comforts him and then disappears. He finally follows and discovers she’s in their room, decorated for Christmas the way Papa used to do the whole house and she is dressed only in a red nightgown ready to give Danny the perfect Christmas gift, her heart and herself.


Republisher’s Note: Although they mention it’s their first Christmas I think the author is messing with the established timeline a bit. My guess is this is about three months or so into their marriage or about a month and a half or so since the church ceremony. That’s just based on observation, but as they were married about New Year’s it would be an entire year before this takes place and I don’t think it reads as if it has been that long.

Author’s Note: This story takes place in the early stages of Danny and Michelle’s marriage, and their first Christmas together.

A Season of Love by LiaBoston

Christmas. I used to love the holiday, but not anymore. Nothing has been the same in my family since Papa died. Papa used to add such laughter to this dreary house. I can still hear his laugh echo through the halls. I wish that he was still here. I wish that he could have met Michelle. Instead, he is gone because of the family business. And Mick is gone because of his own undoing.

I have always believed Michelle when she told me that she killed him in self-defense. It was not her fault that Mick was an animal. I just wish that I could have protected her from him. Now, I am married to her. I am married to a woman who does not love me. But something has changed. I wish that she would stop fighting me long enough and figure that out. My grandmother tells me that Michelle does care about me, but I have to be patient. Oh, Abuela, only if it was that simple.

Mama is in a horrible mood. I wonder if she is thinking about Papa, too. I wish that I could talk to her about Papa, but she is too practical to reminisce. All I can think about is Papa. This was his favorite holiday, and he always made sure that Mick, Pilar and I had fun. I think that Christmas was one of the few times that we acted like a normal family.

It is hard to watch Michelle get in the holiday spirit. It’s just another thing to remind me of Papa. I have noticed that the strange looks that Michelle has been giving me, but I can’t tell her. I want to tell her about Papa, but I know that she doesn’t care about me. I want Michelle to rock me in her arms and tell me that it is going to be alright. If only…

I don’t know how long I can keep all this bottled up. Tears are starting to overtake my body. The pain in my heart overwhelms me. There are only two people that I truly care about. Papa and Michelle. Michelle. I want her to comfort me. I want to tell her about the dreams of Papa that haunt me at night. I wish that she would hold me and never let go. I wonder what it would feel like it to be in her arms. I can’t do this to myself anymore; I can’t keep torturing myself.

I need to be close to Papa, and there is one place where I can still feel him. I grab a bottle of scotch and a glass, and I walk to my grandfather’s private study. It was a room that not many people knew about, and it was the one place, that Papa would take me, so we could spend time together. It was a place just for us. The darkness of the room comforts me.

With shaking knees, I walk over to the bookcase, and take one of the picture albums. Tears pour down my cheeks as I leaf through pictures of my father and I. I need you, Papa. The burning sensation left by the scotch feels good, maybe it can numb the pain. Suddenly, light floods the room and I see Michelle standing in the doorway. I can’t let her see me like this.

“Danny, there you are. I have been looking…” She looks at me, and realizes that I have been crying. She walks over to the couch, and sits next to me. “Danny, what is the matter? Please tell me.”

I search her face to see if she is being sincere. Her eyes are so kind and loving. But I can’t tell her, it is too painful, so I lie. “Nothing is wrong. I was just… It does not matter, Michelle.”

“Well, it matters to you. Why won’t you tell me?” I forget that the photo album is still on my lap, so when I shift my body, it falls to the floor. I try to grab it before Michelle reaches for it.

“What is this?” She starts to flip through the pictures, and then stops, “Oh, Danny, these are pictures of your father. You miss him, don’t you?”

I want to lie to her, but I can’t. She is trying to comfort me, and I want her to. “I miss him more than you will ever know. I just needed to…” I can hear my voice crack, and tears starting to well in my eyes

Michelle finishes my sentence for me. “You just needed to feel close to him. I lost my mom when I was young, and it still hurts. But Danny, you should not keep this all bottled up, you need someone to help you.”

I want you to help me, Michelle. You, I think to myself, but instead I say, “I don’t have anyone. Nobody seems to care about my feelings. Mama never talks about it, and Abuela, I can’t burden her.”

Michelle moves to closer to me, and takes my face in her hands. “I care, Danny. I care. And I want to help you. Please let me.”

I let myself fall into her warm and welcoming embrace. I feel so warm and safe in her arms. I want to stay in her arms forever. As my sobs subsided, Michelle asks me about Papa. I tell her about Papa, and how he would decorate the house into a winter wonderland.

Michelle tells me about Christmas time with her parents. I wish that I got the chance to meet her mother, she sounds like a wonderful woman. Michelle pulls away from our embrace, and tells me that she has to go. Does she regret reaching out to me? Wasn’t she able to forget about everything else for a moment? I don’t know. I wish I knew what she was thinking.

Finally, I could not stand it anymore, and I leave the study to find Michelle. Where in the world was she? Was she hiding from me? God, I hope not. As I reach for the doorknob to our bedroom, I realize that my hand is shaking. I don’t know what to expect from Michelle anymore. I take a deep breath and walk into the bedroom. To my surprise, it is dark. Was she here? This is silly, I tell myself. I switch on the lights, and I can’t believe my eyes.

The whole bedroom is filled with holly, paper chains, a small Christmas tree, and Christmas ornaments. Suddenly, I see Michelle sitting on our bed with a big smile on her face, as she walks towards me, I realize that she is wearing just a red nightgown.

“I hope that you like it, Danny. It took me forever to make those paper chains.” She starts to laugh but stops when she sees my face. “I am sorry, Danny, I just..”

She thinks that I am going to be mad at her. She couldn’t be more wrong. “No, Michelle. It is so beautiful. It’s just nobody has ever done this for me. Why? Why did…” Before I can finish my sentence, Michelle is standing right in front of me.

“I did it because I want to show you much I care about you, Danny. I love you, Danny.”
I think that my heart is about to burst. Michelle loves me. Did you hear that, Papa? She loves me.

“I love you too, Michelle. I always have.” I lift her head to mine, and I kiss her with all the passion and love that I feel for her. As the kiss deepens, I think that I can feel Papa smiling down at us.

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A Little Christmas Fic by Alisia

December 21, 2016

“A Little Christmas” aka “Little Christmas Fic” – Short – testing out the mistletoe. Christmas at the Laurel Falls house.😉

Republisher’s Note: This is a happy little Christmas fanfic. I think the author gives the set up clearly so I’ll leave you to her explanation.

Author’s Note: Hello! This is the first fan fic I ever wrote back in December of 1999 when I was in France, separated from Manny (blissfully unaware of Ben’s murder and the trial) and dreaming of them having a wonderful Christmas in the Laurel Falls house. Sigh. The good old days, huh? Anyway, I don’t think I ever posted it. I tried to post last week, but technical difficulties prevented me.
Much (belated) holiday cheer to each of you!

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A Little Christmas Fic by Alisia

Michelle tried in vain to open the door. She wanted to get all of the packages into the house without Danny noticing. What fun would it be if he saw all the bags? She sighed- no use. Too much stuff.

“Danny? Please come get the door, sweetie!”

He laughed when he saw his wife standing at the door with her heavy coat, hat, gloves, and scarf. She looked like an Eskimo. An Eskimo who did way too much shopping.

“What is in all these bags?”

“Well, hello to you, too,” she replied. “Help.”

“Michelle, do remember this morning when you said that you were going to Christmas shopping, and I said have fun?” Danny asked as he took some of the bags from her arms.


“I didn’t mean this much fun.”

She laughed, kissed him, and ran up the stairs with a few boxes that needed to be hidden away. It was, after all, their first Christmas together. She needed to have a few surprises for her husband. He had already hinted he had a few for her.

As he carried shopping bags, boxes, and rolls and rolls of wrapping paper into the living room, he smiled. He hadn’t really enjoyed Christmas since he was little. Michelle loved it. The house was decorated like a winter wonderland. With carols coming from the stereo, a fire in the fireplace, and Christmas lights around the windows, he felt like he was in a Christmas card. He was getting into the spirit despite himself.

“You may have single handedly gotten the Springfield economy back on track!” he yelled up the stairs.

“Well, I was on a roll,” she said coming down from their bedroom with Scotch tape and stickers.” And, if I waited to go back out again next week it would have been too crowded. And, there are so many people to buy gifts for this year. Besides, I got something I think you will really like.”

“Really? Do I have to wait until next week?”

“No. I think we better try it out now, just to be sure it works.”

Smiling at the puzzled look on his face, she started rummaging through bags.

“Nope, not this one. No. No. Where on earth . . . oh, here it is.”

She pulled a strand of mistletoe out of one of the bags and held it over her head. She looked so proud of herself; he couldn’t help but laugh again. He was doing that a lot lately. He liked it. She loved it.

“You’re right,” he said walking over to her and pulling her into his arms.”It would be horrible to wait until Christmas morning and then find out it didn’t work.”

With that, he leaned down and kissed her open, smiling mouth. She stopped laughing and leaned into him. She had no idea how he did that. All he had to do was kiss her, and her mind went blank and her knees folded.

She dropped the mistletoe as Danny easily lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the sofa. He remembered again how much he loved this house. He never knew a place could be so peaceful and full of love. Best of all, no fear of interruptions. He started kissing her neck and unbuttoning her sweater.

Her hands went to his head, but even as her fingers got tangled in his black curls, she tried to be the voice of reason.



“You’re supposed to kiss under the mistletoe.”

“I am kissing you.”

“Danny . . .”


“I have presents to wrap.”

“Do it later. I’ll even help.”

“I don’t want you to help you always rip the paper.”

“I do not.” He moved lower. Kissing her collarbone, he started to slide her sweater off her arms.

“We’re supposed to go out to dinner in half an hour . . . Oh, God…”

His mouth was moving lower. She was finding it hard to breathe, much less argue.

“Remember? Rick . . . Abby . . . Santa?”

“We’ll be on time, and, if were a little late, I’m sure Santa will let it slide.”

The sweater was off. He reached around to unfasten her skirt.

“I’m not going to win this one am I?” she asked, not really sounding disappointed.

“I suppose it depends on your definition of winning,” he said looking up at her with that charming, sexy grin that absolutely made her melt.

“Well, I suppose we can be a little late.”

“That’s the Christmas spirit. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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Sweet Surrender By J. Hallmark

December 12, 2016

 REPUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is a powerful fanfic from during the annulment separation. There is a pretty explicit sex scene.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Summary: Michelle returns to find Danny at rock bottom.

Rating: R-rated — edging toward NC-17.

Note: This basically ignores the summary of Danny rejecting Michelle (and put me in the camp who’s all for that! That girl needs to do some Danny-begging and soon!!).

Final Note: This is not the final title, just a working one.

Disclaimer: They belong to GL, damnit!!

Sweet Surrender By J.Hallmark

~ ~ ~Sweet Surrender

A song she vaguely remembered was playing. And Danny was speaking his wedding vows in the background of that music. That music. His vows sparked her memory … their dance at the reception, this was the music. She took a few steps into the room and found her gaze drawn to her wedding dress hanging up, the ivory folds laying in pristine perfection.

She reached out a tentative hand and brushed her hand over it. Glancing about the room, she noted the disarray. The bedsheets were half-falling off the bed. Clothes lay scattered on the floor, on the table, across the bed. She bent down and picked up a scarf, a rainbow-colored confection and recognized it as one of hers. She looked at the clothes again and realized that most of them were garments she had forgotten.

The scarf. A sweater. A peignoir. Her robe. She looked to her left. Her wedding dress. Then the music died and she heard her voice say, “Daniel, from now on, I put my life … my fate, into your hands.”

A shot suddenly rang out in the room and she jumped, startled, her eyes fastened on the smoking mess that was now the television set.

“Lying bitch!” came Danny’s voice from the other side of the bed. She stood still, her hand pressed against her heart, her eyes closed and seriously contemplated just turning around and walking out the door … out of his life for good.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he broke into her reverie and she opened her eyes to find him kneeling on the floor slightly past the bed, caressing a photo. He was shirtless, wearing jeans and holding alongside the picture, a gun. “You’re not a bitch. You’re perfect. You’re so perfect, so God,” he broke off, his voice rising in a hoarse sob, “damn perfect. Michelle.” He dropped the picture and bowed his head, “Michelle.”

“Danny,” her voice was soft and muted, but he heard her. Looking up, he rose to his feet, “Michelle, Michelle,” he said over and over again as if he were living in a dream. He walked to her, still holding the gun and pulled her into his arms. She stared up at him, and a part of her wanted to pull away, a part of her was still afraid … seeing him like this, seeing him in such a state — maybe, it was just more than she could handle.

And then his mouth was on hers and she heard the distant thud of the weapon on the carpet and all thoughts of fear, of fleeing left her mind. She could only focus on his lips on hers, his hands on her face, around her neck, in her hair and that intense wanting filled her so completely that she was lost in the sweet surrender of his kiss.

And then his lips were on her throat, his hands roaming over her body urgently. She found herself leaning into him, her hands about his naked shoulders, pulling him to her. She arched her head back as his lips trailed over her collarbone, dancing across the neckline of her pale cream dress. Her fingers dug through his curls as he feathered light kisses over the slopes of her breast, and a moan escaped from her as his mouth fastened over one taut, silk-covered nipple.

That moan brought him out of his dream state. He pulled back sharply, letting her go so quickly that she stumbled, almost falling. She looked up at him and found tears gathering in her eyes. He suddenly was so different — distant, cold, the stranger she had seen that night at Towers with Ray. His eyes were dead and closed to her, his mouth a grim line, his hands clenched to his side. And when he spoke, his voice held no expression.

“I’m sorry.” He turned away from her and steadily walked to the bed. Throwing off the clothing and mussed sheets, he laid down and gazed at the wall above her head. “What are you doing here? I thought you were in Europe? I thought you needed to clear your head?”

The questions were piled one on top of the other, no inflection in his voice, no desire to know the answers, but she steeled herself against his withdrawal, clinging to his kiss, clinging to the evidence all around her that he needed her, that he missed her, that he loved her.

“I missed you.”

If her gaze hadn’t been glued to him, she would have missed his reaction to her words, the tightening of his entire frame, the clenching of muscles in his jaw, the flicker of his eyelids. She felt heartened.

“I was with my father and I told him everything and I couldn’t stop talking about you and when I wasn’t talking about you, I was thinking about you, dreaming about you.” She took a step closer to the bed, “wanting you.”

He sat up and gazed at her, the expression of a wounded animal on his face now. “What about Jesse?”

“It’s over.”

“Just like that? It’s over? The love of your life,” he mimicked cruelly. “Your reason for being, for putting up with me, for living in this house, for enduring my kiss, my touch, as much as you endured it and it’s over!? The one you couldn’t wait to run back to the second I gave you your freedom and it’s OVER! Don’t do this to ME! God, Michelle, what game are you playing now?”

“Danny –”

“No, no, it doesn’t work that way. What? What are you doing, Michelle? What do you want? Why –”

“I want –” she began, tears in her voice, but he interrupted her again.

“– are you here? Have I been that terrible to you that you just have to try and emasculate me completely? Rip away everything? Bring me up just to tear me down again? I’m not interested. Michelle, I just don’t care!”

“Why are you lying to me? Yourself?” She demanded, frustrated anger joining her tears. “Look at this place,” she gestured around the room, “I know you’re interested. Well, I’m here. This is where you want me, right? So why can’t you believe that I want you, Danny!? Why would I be here? Why would I be standing here crying, listening to this parade of self-pity if I didn’t want to be here with you?”

He laughed bitterly, “Beats me.”

“Because I want you, Danny. You’re my husband!”

“Your husband! I’m your husband now am I? Weren’t thinking of that when you ratted on me to the FBI, now were you? Weren’t thinking of your husband when you were with Jesse, were you, Michelle?” He stood up suddenly and strode to her, standing inches away. “Tell me, Michelle, was he as good, as wonderful as you remembered? Did you think of me, your husband, at all when you were making love” and his voice was a sneer, “to him?”

Michelle looked away from his insulting expression, her lips pursed, “I didn’t, it wasn’t –”

“What, Michelle? Am I tainting the purity of your union with the saintly Jesse? Well, you know what? I thought of you, Michelle.”

She looked up at him, a confused look on her face.

“Yeah,” he grinned, a smile full of self-hatred, “I thought of you the whole time I was f—ing Drew. In fact, I think I even called your name out. Of course,” he mused to himself, looking away,” Drew was so into it, she probably didn’t catch it. Yeah, she may not give a damn about me either, but at least she let me show her what a great ride I can be in bed!”

Michelle felt her world fall into a tailspin. She put a hand out and encountered his bare chest. She looked at it, at him, at her hand on his flesh and saw another hand: brightly-painted, red nails, sharp belonging to another woman, but not just any woman, Drew … belonging to Drew. She dropped her hand and stepped back. And he laughed, a harsh, painful laugh, a rasping, guttural noise that scraped away at her heart.

“You — you and,” she paused and swallowed deeply, “Drew. You and Drew?”

“Yup, me and Drew,” he smiled broadly and clapped his hands together. “Oh, come on, Michelle, quit with the wounded act. It’s not as if you care.” And he laughed again, that terrible, terrible laugh.

“When — when did this happen?” she managed to ask, not really knowing why it mattered, but needing to know.

“Hmm,” he pursed his lips and made a big show about thinking of the exact date, “well, let’s see. You know,” and he laughed again, “I should have no problem pinning this down, being as it was the only time I’ve had sex in the last six months.”

Michelle bowed her head and closed her eyes.

“I know, I know, it was the night you told me about at the F.B.I. At Millennium. You told me, you left, I got drunk, I got it on with Drew. Yeah, that was pretty much the sequence of events.”

She wiped a tear away from her eye and looked up, taking a deep breath, thinking of that night … that terrible night that seemed ages ago but was in reality, barely over a week ago.

“Why?” She shook her head and dashed more tears away, her head shaking back and forth and it took everything in her to not break down. Drew and Danny. Drew and her Danny. Drew kissing him, touching him, feeling his lips, his tongue, his hands, his body …. She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her clenched fists to her head, “No, no, no,” she muttered under her breath.

“Why? No? What? What do you wanna know, Michelle?”

“Why? Why did you do it? Why, Danny, why?” She couldn’t look at him, she wouldn’t look at him, she wouldn’t let him see what this was doing to her. She would not give him that power over her.

“Why?” and the bastard laughed again, “Well, I’m a man. She’s was wearing this slutty red dress, she was available and it’d been a while. I am a man.”

She bit her lip, vividly remembering his words of so, so long ago … “I am a man and when you climb into bed with me, beside me, never touching, never touching, I lie there awake, staring into the dark, aware of everything that you’re doing, of how you breathe, of the rustle of the sheets and it takes every ounce of my being to not want to reach out to you …” and she felt fresh tears.

“And you know, Michelle, it’s been hard for me. You with your little come-on acts, your ‘Oh, I want you, Danny,’ kissing me, touching me, and then ‘oops, I changed my mind.’ A guy can take only so much. And I certainly wasn’t gonna force myself on you. I have never had to force myself on any woman and I’ll be damned if I was gonna start with my wife. Drew was there. She was willing,” he walked behind her, his voice hovering over her shoulder.

She wanted me.”

She stepped away from him again and shook her head, whispering under her breath, “I wanted you.”

“What?” he asked.

She just shook her head again, thinking of that night, of their dance, of the way he could not look at her after she’d told him. The way he had so misunderstood what she was trying to say to him, why she had confessed to him. And so she had left. And he had slept with Drew and …. she turned to look at him, suddenly not caring if he saw her reddened eyes, too rocked by the betrayal that pride didn’t even matter anymore.

“This was before — your wedding ring …” she trailed off, and he shook his head, a confused look in his eyes.

“Michelle –”

“You came to me after her. After being with another woman? You came to me. You kissed me. You held me in your arms after being with another woman.”

“Stop acting like it matters, Michelle,” he muttered, “it didn’t matter.”

And then it was her turn to laugh, “Danny, you son-of-a-bitch, you are such a hypocrite.”

He stepped back, his eyes widening slightly and then he sneered, “I don’t think so. I’m the hypocrite? No. You, you who waited all of two seconds to go back to your beloved Jesse, you’re the hypocrite.”

She stepped towards him, anger blazing in her eyes, “This isn’t about Jesse. This is about us …”

“There is no us,” he mumbled under his breath, but she ignored him.

“This is about our marriage –”

“– There is no marriage,” he said louder, cutting her off, but again she went on, running roughshod over his words.

“Yes, our marriage, Danny. The word annulment hadn’t even come up yet. We were married. Married, Danny. You were my husband and I your wife. You promised to love, honor and cherish me … forsaking all others before God, Danny, before God, and at the first bump in the road, you jumped into the sack with another woman. And not just any woman. Nooo, you landed in bed with my so-called friend, Drew. Drew, the maid of honor at our wedding, Danny!”

She laughed without humor, “and you never betrayed me, hah! What do you call that, Danny?”

He shook his head, “No, you — we never had a marriage. You didn’t love me. You didn’t want me. I was just a joke to you. You led me on, you used my feelings for you and the whole time you were lying, you were laughing –”

“When did I laugh at you, Danny? When?” She stood right up to him, her face inches from him, “when you held a gun on me? When you threatened my life? When you made me destroy my relationship with Jesse? Was I laughing then? How ’bout when you brought me ‘home’ to mommie dearest? Or on our wedding day, when trembling and half sick to my stomach with fear and nerves and guilt, yes, damnit!, guilt, I tried to be with you? Was I laughing? I don’t remember laughing, Danny. I don’t remember laughing when you gave me flowers, when we talked about our pasts to each other.”

He turned his head away, but she reached out her hand and brought his face back to hers, her voice become a searing reminder of what had happened with them. “Did I laugh when I was desperate, desperate, Danny, to keep you from the docks? Do you think I was sitting in the emergency room, pretending to be blind and just laughing my ass off because I had fooled you? Is that when I laughed, Danny?”

“You laughed! You did! When you were talking to Mrs. Silva, when you called the F.B.I. In our bedroom, that day after you met with Mrs. Silva, all of your sweet words, your kisses, you were laughing at what a fool I was, how easily you could wrap me around your finger, just forget everything, because my wife, my wife, Goddamnit!, was offering me the blessed opportunity to make love to her! Don’t tell me you weren’t laughing!”

“I WASN’T!” she shouted back at him, her fists clenched at her side. “You know what I was feeling that day? Do you really wanna know, Danny?”

“No, not really, I’m not interested in hearing how my touch, my very touch sickens you.” He turned away and stalked across the room. She was silent for the moment watching him as he paced back and forth, turning every few seconds to glare at her.

“I kissed you and started to seduce you because I wanted you to drop the thing with Mrs. Silva, I won’t deny that, but I didn’t pull away because you sicken me. Danny, you have NEVER sickened me! God help me, the first time you kissed me, when I barely knew you and only then as Mick’s stalker-friendly brother, I wasn’t sickened. I wanted to be, but from the moment you touched me, I didn’t know what to think, I couldn’t think — because even when I knew nothing but the bad about you, I still wanted you.”

He stopped pacing and stared at her, “You wanted me?,” he laughed harshly, disbelievingly, “You wanted me?” He shook his head and turned away again.

“Yes, Danny, I wanted you. And that day in our bedroom I pulled away because I wasn’t pretending, because when you touched me, when you kissed me, when you held me and looked at me the way you do, I wasn’t pretending. I was losing myself in you, forgetting everything. When I’m with you like that I forget who I am, who I’ve always thought I was. I don’t understand what you do to me. I don’t understand this wanting, why it’s there … because it’s wrong. It HAS to be wrong.”

She turned away from him, unable to continue watching him pace a hole into the carpet. Tears clogged her voice, but still she spoke. “I’ve never felt like this for anyone. This … this need to have you, to have you touch me, kiss me, do,” she paused, and let out a sobbing sigh, “anything to me. And I don’t understand how I can want this, want you when there is so much I don’t know about you, when there are things about you that frighten me, when I hate your mother and your business, and it scares me. Danny, you can’t understand what I was feeling, what I have been feeling from you, because of you, for you. I’m confused and I’m scared and that’s why I pulled away. I didn’t laugh at you. I have never laughed at you.”

Danny was no longer pacing; he was staring at her, a dazed expression on his face, finally he spoke, “You did contact the F.B.I.”

“Yes, Danny, I did,” she retorted bitterly.

“So …” he began, but she cut him off, “and you slept with another woman. One betrayal deserves another, is that it, Danny?”

He threw his hands into the air, and began pacing again, his words coming quickly, the tone in his voice edged with the slightest hint of desperation, “No, you can’t compare the two. You — you set me up, you tried to send me, my family to jail, you –”

“– And you had sex with my maid of honor!”

“It’s not the same thing!” He cried out. “You never cared about me. You never loved me, never wanted me, you betrayed me. What could it possibly matter if I slept with another woman? Why would you possibly care? You may be my wife, Michelle, but it’s a mere technicality. You made that perfectly clear. As long as I believed that we had a chance, I wouldn’t have gone near another woman, but when you betrayed me, when you did,” he paused and bowed his head, “what you did …” he trailed off and looked back at her, his eyes searching, “I knew that we had nothing.” His voice dropped to a mere whisper, “nothing.”

“Do you really believe that, Danny?” she asked softly.

He was quiet for a long moment and then in a strained voice, he offered a single word, “Yes.”

She closed her eyes and let out a pained sigh. She shook her head from side to side and dashed a falling tear away. “Why do you think I faked my blindness?”

He looked away, “I don’t care, okay? I don’t care –”

“God DAMN, you! Danny, I am trying to be honest here, will you do us both a favor and cut the proud, macho crap! Why do you think I faked my blindness?” she repeated harshly, her eyes glued to his face.

“I –,” he looked away from her stare and stalked over to the bed, throwing himself upon it. He rested his elbows on his knees and buried his head in his hands. His voice came out muffled, “I don’t know, Michelle.”

“I did it to protect you. I was desperate to keep you from going to the docks because the idea of you in handcuffs being led away by the F.B.I. was killing me. I tried to call if off, I tried to keep them from knowing, but it was too late!”

She walked over to where he was sitting and knelt before him, “Danny!” He didn’t look up, “Danny, look at me.”

He didn’t raise his head.

“I tried, okay, but it was too late. There was nothing I could do to stop the raid, but I was damned if I was going to let you walk into that trap. I was trying to protect you. Danny!” She reached out and grabbed at his arms, he jerked away and looked down at her, pain in his eyes.

“You set me up! So, you tried to prevent it, so what? You still made the call in the first place. You hated me that much. You wanted to get away from me that badly that you called the feds on me!”

She sat back and rested her hands in her lap, “Danny, you don’t get it. God,” she rose to her feet and ran her fingers through her hair. “You don’t get it.”

“Then help me ‘get it.’ What am I not getting? That you betrayed me? That you set me up? What am I missing?”

She turned to look at him and her voice was heavy with fresh, unshed tears, “It was not you. It was not about you, Danny.” She shook her head and let out a harsh laugh, “It was never about you, it was about your mother, it was about saving myself, not about hurting you.”

“Michelle –”

“No, Danny, listen to me. It was about me, not you. I was dying here. Not because of you, not because I hated you, didn’t want you, wanted to get away from you … but because I wanted my life back! MY life.” She held her hands to her chest, her fists clenched, pressing against her heart.

“I wanted to be able to live the way I wanted to live … with or without you. I wanted to be able to choose — my life, my home, my husband. What I was gonna wear, where I was gonna go that day without worrying about men with guns following me. I wanted to be able to use the phone without weighing everything I said. I wanted to eat a meal and not worry that my mother-in-law had poisoned my food.”

“Danny, it was about me, not you. I wanted to live my life without fear. But don’t you get it. Don’t you see what I did?” she pleaded, tears running down her face.

“Yeah, I see –” he began bitterly, his face closed off.

“– No,” she cut him off. “I kept you from the docks, I told you the truth. I gave it up, I gave up the chance to possibly get away to save you, because God help me, saving you, keeping you safe meant more than my freedom. Danny, I called the F.B.I. for me, to save myself … but I tried to call if off, I kept you from the docks to save you. And I told you the truth, not because I had to, but because I wanted to. I needed you to know the truth, because I realized that I wanted you, I wanted this marriage and it would never work if there were lies. I told you the truth to save us.”

She walked back over to him and sat on the bed next to him. He stared straight ahead. Michelle reached out a hand and laid it on his; he held himself still and then slowly relaxed under her grip.

“Danny, does that sound like ‘nothing’ to you?” she asked softly, her gaze resting on his face. His eyes closed and he lowered his head slightly, “Michelle.”

“What we have isn’t nothing, it never was. There has always been something between us, Danny, you know that.” She squeezed his hand tighter and he turned to look at her, naked, open emotion on his face.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have, I didn’t even want to. It wasn’t about her, it wasn’t even about sex. I thought I was in control again, I wasn’t being run by you, by my feelings for you, I thought,” he paused and bit his lip, “I don’t know what I thought.”

Michelle nodded and then released his hand, standing up. She walked over to where her wedding dress was spread out. Reaching out, she played with the ivory folds, “it hasn’t even been a month since our wedding day and we’ve already tried to destroy each other. I betrayed you. You betrayed me. You were gonna kill me. I held a knife on you. And this whole time we’ve been lying to each other, lying to ourselves.”

She laughed without humor and turned to face him, “I don’t know even why I’m here. I don’t know why, I don’t know anything anymore and I’m not used to that. I’ve always known myself, known what I’ve wanted, what I needed in my life … but now, I only know that without you I’ve felt empty and lost and miserable, but hey,” she laughed again, her laughter ending on a sob, “what’s the difference, right? I was miserable with you, too.”

He met her gaze. “So, maybe we should just sign the annulment papers and get it over with.” His voice was dead.

“Is that what you want?” Her voice held all of the emotion he was refusing to admit to. He opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted, “truth, Danny.”

He closed his eyes. “No.”

“Neither, do I. I guess, I’d rather be miserable with you than without you.”

A bitter smile twisted his face, “Well, that’s a ringing endorsement.”

Shaking her head, she wiped at the tears still falling. She cleared her throat and walked back to his side. “Danny?”

He looked up.

“Let’s try and do this right. Wipe the slate clean.”

“Just forget everything?” He asked.

She shook her head, “No, not forget. Put it in its place, in the past, and move on. Start fresh. We’ve both made mistakes. Let’s learn from them.”

He stood up, “Just like that?”

She nodded and looked up at him. He was silent, staring at her face and then he bent down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She pulled away slightly and turned her head to the side.

Laughing harshly, he walked around her and threw his hands up. “Start fresh, huh? Want me, right?”

“I can’t — I see you with her and it hurts and –”

“– okay, I see. We put to rest your mistakes, your screw-ups, but air mine a bit longer.”

“I didn’t say that!” she shot back angrily. “How can I just forget?”

“Am I supposed to just forget you and Jesse?”

“Jesse? God, Danny, Jesse was my boyfriend, I barely knew you,” she cried.

“Barely knew me? And in the past few weeks, you’ve suddenly gotten to know me?”

She looked at him in confusion, “What? Danny, what are you talking about?”

“After I let you go, you were with Jesse! Michelle, you made that perfectly clear.”

Walking over to him, she jabbed a finger at him, “I was *never* with Jesse, not since I married you. I couldn’t. You wanna know the truth, I kissed him. Okay, I kissed him, maybe three times. And the last time I kissed him it was because I was desperately trying to recapture my need for him, my love for him, because I was thinking about you. And that was it, so while you were off screwing my friend, I was holding my ‘boyfriend,’ the one that YOU were shoving me at, at arms length because I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

Danny narrowed his eyes and looked away and then back at her, “You never –”

“– No,” she cut him off and then continued harshly, “and furthermore, even if I had, at least we had already discussed the annulment. I had your wedding ring, you took it off. If I had slept with Jesse I would have been a lot more in the right than you. You cheated on me. You cheated on our vows.”

He turned away and started to walk away, but Michelle grabbed his hand, “Dispute that one, Danny.”

“I said I was sorry,” he offered.

“But you didn’t say you were wrong, did you? And you don’t think that you were, do you? Because I lied, because I betrayed you. How does that make you look, Danny? The first problem we hit and you forsake your vows –”

“– No, there you go again, making it sound like there was a real marriage. We hadn’t even consummated the marriage. You wanted out. You lied, you betrayed me to get out of the marriage.”

“And is that what makes a marriage? Consummation? Sex? What about the fact that we spent practically every moment together? Shared confidences from our past? Kissed? Touched? Met our families? Went out together? Held hands? Had breakfast together? Called each other ‘husband’ and ‘wife?’ Adjusted to each other’s schedules. I take a shower first, then you. I put the cap on the toothpaste, you put the toilet seat down. You ignore the wet nylons hanging over the shower stall and I ignore your pathetic attempts to land every piece of garbage into the trash as if you were auditioning for the NBA? What did that make us, Danny? What did we share, then?”

He looked over her head, his eyes spinning around the room, searching for an answer that would cancel his blame. “We had a marriage, Danny. No we didn’t have *sex,* but we had *something,* and you, Danny, you betrayed that. Don’t you dare stand there and tell me that I am the only one who was wrong. Don’t you dare.”

He was silent and she backed away, letting him stew in his thoughts. She grabbed her purse and headed to the door. Opening the door, she paused and looked back at him, “I lowered my guard this time, Danny. I took the step. I admitted where I went wrong, what I messed up and I explained myself. It’s your turn. You know where to find me.”

She stepped out of the room and like a whirlwind, Danny was after her, grabbing her hand and pulling her back into the room, back into his arms. She dropped her purse and pressed her hand against his chest, while he held her arm bent back to the side, looking down at her, his face inches from hers.

“You don’t just walk out, it doesn’t work like that.” He pushed out between clenched teeth.

She tried to jerk away, but he held her fast. “Well, then how does it work, Danny?” she spit out.

He let go of her, but held tightly to her hand and shut the door behind her. Entering more into the bedroom, he turned around to face her, still clasping her hand in his. “You don’t just waltz in here and confess to your sins and give me a sweet account as to how you did it all for me, all for us and expect me to just forget it all. Forget that you lied to me for weeks. Every kiss, Michelle, every touch, every time I foolishly believed that you actually wanted things to work between us, you were playing me. So in the final countdown, you stepped up to bat, you put *us* before your freedom, and that’s supposed to wash everything else away?”

“Danny –” she began, but he cut her off.

“No, my turn. My turn, Michelle! I am supposed to just forgive you betraying my family. My family, Michelle. You may think we’re a bunch of lowlife criminals who deserve to spend our lives behind bars, but it’s not just that black and white. I love my family as much as you love yours and tell me, my dear wife how you would feel if I turned around and betrayed your family –”

“– you can’t compare –”

“No! NO! That’s not the point. The point is — the point is that you betrayed the people that I LOVE! You did that! And now you expect me to just forgive you because you’ve prettily offered an apology and yourself.” He let go of her hand and held her chin lightly between his fingers, “Is that right? Did I miss something?”

She jerked her face away and muttered under her breath, “You put it that way …”

“Michelle, yes or no. Forget the wording, yes or no?”

She glared at him, but responded softly, “Yes, but –”

“– Yes,” he cut her off. “So I forgive you, Michelle. I forgive you!” He spread his arms out wide, walking in a half-circle around her, “because, I love you. God help me, I love you so much it has been destroying me being apart from you.”

He stepped close behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. Bending low, he whispered in her ear, his voice husky — full of anguish and desire and need. “I love you so much that every bone in my body aches with the need to be with you, my heart beats with the need to be near you, to hear your voice, see your face, my fingers ache to caress you, to explore every inch of you. My soul yearns the completion I know will exist in your love. I am so in love with you, I feel so much more for you than anything in my entire life that every step I take, every move I make is filled with confusion and fear and emotion. And I am not in control.”

He pulled away slightly and she let out a shaky breath, and then he rested his chin on her other shoulder, his breath whispering moist against the flesh of her throat. “You think you are the only one with fear, you think you are the only one of us who is lost and confused. I’m right there with you, Michelle. Right beside you.”

And then he pulled away and stepped back. Michelle stumbled slightly, wrapping her arms around her waist, holding onto herself to keep from throwing herself straight back into his arms.

“And so I forgive you,” he uttered harshly. “You betray me. You betray my family. But I forgive you. Because I love you. You told me the truth expecting, *expecting,* my forgiveness, Michelle. And I give it to you. And so now you know about my, let’s call in an indiscretion and you, you can not forgive ME! I think I’m sensing a slight imbalance in the equation, my dear.”

“What do you want me to say?” She burst out with a mixture of anger and pain in her voice. “What do I do? What do I say? I can’t pretend it doesn’t bother me. Making love is not something that is done lightly. It’s a big deal and you made lo–”

“–No!” He jumped in abruptly. “I did NOT make love to her. It was not making love, it was sex, pure and simple. No deeper motive than a need to forget and lose ourselves in the empty physical pleasure. Michelle, you know, not everybody sees sex the way you do.”

She looked at him, trying desperately to see past his actions with Drew. Shaking his head, he began pacing again and spared her a glance now and then to gauge her reaction.

“I’m not saying it’s wrong, it’s just a little unrealistic in this day and age to expect sex to be hearts and flowers and love and destiny with every partner. I’ve been having sex since I was fourteen years old and I never once made love, because I’ve never been in love. The strongest emotion I felt was a mild affection. I had sex because it felt good. Period. Not because I wanted to forge some deep connection of the soul. I wanted release and satisfaction. And that was it. And that night with Drew, I didn’t even care about that.”

“What did you care about then, Danny? Do tell,” she muttered witheringly.

“I wanted to be the man I was before you came into my life. I wanted to gain control. I wanted to make a decision that was not ruled by my heart. I was drinking, I was alone with her, she was upset, I was upset, we both decided to hell with everyone and everything that had ever caused us pain. And that was it. Nothing more.”

Michelle turned around and gazed before her seeing nothing. He came up behind her and once more wrapped his arms around her waist. She tightened slightly, but didn’t move away. And then he began speaking, and his tone was that silky, honey slide of sensuality caressing her eardrums, his breath falling upon her bare skin like the cooling buttress of a Spring rain.

“But with you, Michelle, when I’m with you, when I kiss you, touch you … when you kiss me, my God, when you touch me, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Not even close. And for the first time in my life, I want to be with you and only you. No other woman will do. Your eyes, your mouth, the scent, the feel of your skin … Michelle, I see you walk across a room and I want you, you speak, you say my name and I feel like my heart is being squeezed dry. I can barely think, let alone speak when I’m with you and I have never lost control so completely with a woman before. It frightens me. You frighten me.”

She laughed lightly, nervously, “I frighten you?”

“Because I want you so much. I want to be with you,” and he pressed a kiss upon the column of her throat. She arched her neck slightly and sighed, her eyes closing and his lips trailed upwards, resting upon the tender flesh of her earlobe and his tongue was tracing a delicate pattern and she leaned back more fully against him, one arm caressing his hand wrapped about her waist, the other rising, and clutching his bent head.

“Danny, I, God, I can’t –” she began on a breathy moan.

He whispered softly in her ear between kisses, “Yes, you can. Just let it go, let all of it go, you want me, you said you wanted me. Do you want me?”

“Yes,” she sighed and her knees were weak.

“Tell me you want me, say it. Say it, Michelle,” his words continued, a husky entreaty that she could not ignore.

“I want you, Danny, I want you so much,” and she was turning in his arms, her hands against his chest, sliding up onto his bare shoulders, cupping his face and he let her take the lead. He let her take control.

With his arms around her, his lips on hers, the heat coursing through her blood, she found herself once again lost in everything wonderful about him. His touch, his kisses, the masculine scent that was him only. She dropped her head and pressed her nose into the curve between his shoulder and throat and inhaled deeply.

“Danny,” she breathed his name as her lips moved over his heated flesh, her hands gripped at his hair, running down his back, sculpting the muscles there. His hands were around her face and he lifted her chin up so that she was looking at him and the need, the desperate, incredible longing that must have been in her own eyes was reflected in his — dark and smouldering, burning her straight through to her very soul.

She leaned up and pressed her lips against his before he could initiate the kiss. She clung to his bottom lip with hers, and her hands were back in his hair, her fingers clutching at those delicious curls and she was drowning, falling into the ocean of his kiss. His tongue was sliding, flowing with hers, touching off sparks of pleasure inside of her.

She moaned against him and pulled away, breathing heavily. Reaching out a hand, she ran it over his bare chest and her eyes followed the downward descent of her fingers. He smiled lazily and moved towards her. She smiled back and shook her head as her finger danced along the edge of his jeans and then she undid the top button and fell to her knees before him.

His hand was in her hair and she could hear his breathing, rough and unsteady above her. Leaning forward, she opened her mouth slightly and held his zipper between her teeth and pulled down. He let out a hoarse cry and backed away. “Michelle,” he muttered, “I’m only human, I can take only so much.”

She gazed up at him and smiled as she began undoing the front buttons of her dress. Slipping off his jeans, his eyes traveled over her face and down her body and then back again. She threw the cream-colored garment to the side and fell to all fours.

Danny looked at her coming towards him and his hand slipped beneath his boxer shorts. She shook her head, “noo,” as she reached him and jerked the shorts down. Her gaze rested on his erection and she licked her bottom lip, a light of desire in her eyes. She sat back up on her knees and rested a hand against him, stroking the entire length of him as he shuddered silently beneath her grasp.

Slowly, carefully she pulled herself up, still holding onto him, exploring the hardness of him. His breathing was off and unsteady, his eyes closed, his lips parted and she leaned up, her tongue tracing his bottom lip slowly, softly, a delicate touch of moistness. Her hand came up to the side of his face as she slipped her tongue inside his mouth, seducing him with her kiss, her touch, feeling a freedom she’d never experienced before.

“You like?” she asked softy and he nodded, “too much. Way too much,” he muttered before pulling her hand away from him and crushing her close to him, his mouth plundering into hers, taking over, taking control. In one swift motion he lifted her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. He released her and she bounced on the mattress; a smile, full of wanton desire, lit her face. He climbed into the bed beside her and knelt down, pressing a kiss upon her bare stomach. His hands rose up, cupping her breasts as his head descended, his nose pushing past the silky material of her pale underwear. She sighed deeply and clutched his hair, while one of his hands crept down her body and pushed the offending material out of the way. His lips pressed against her and she squirmed, her cries echoing in the spacious room as she pushed against him, desperately … wanting more.

He obliged.

Unhooking her bra, he slipped the garment over the side of the bed and once more cupped her breasts in his hands while he explored the taste and scent of her. Rolling the tight buds of her nipples between his fingers, she writhed and moaned beneath him, as passion built up inside of her and she was clutching and pulling at his hair, her cries coming faster with his every action and then she was flying, spiraling into an ecstatic wave of pleasure the likes of which she’d never known.

She lay back, breathing heavily, sighing his name between battered breaths, but before she could get a coherent word out, he rose above her, his lips dancing across the crowns of her breast, the upward slope, her collarbone, smoothing a wet, sticky line towards her mouth. Their lips met and in was a fusion of desire and love.

She wound her arms around his shoulders and her legs were wrapped about his hips. When he pulled away from their kiss, her eyes met his and a hungry note growled in her voice, “Danny, now, I need you inside me now,” and before the words were out of her mouth, his eyes locked on hers, his one hand feathering across her face, the other down below, he thrust into her, smoothly, fully and she held herself still for a moment, her muscles tightened about him as she adjusted to his presence. He pressed a light kiss on her lips and when she relaxed beneath him, he began to move, slowly at first and then faster, quicker, seeking the same heights she had just soared to. And she gazed at him, amazed and shocked and awed by the look of joy, ecstasy and wonder on his face.

He was touching her and she was close, so close, her eyes closed and everything went black around her, then white, then a rainbow of colors exploded inside her head and their cries filled the room in unison.

Michelle reached up and stretched her fingers across his back, savoring the sticky sweat there. He fell softly upon her and then rolled to the side. She winced slightly as he pulled away, but found her wince fading into a contented smile as he gathered her up in his arms.

Pressing a soft kiss upon her forehead, his breathing was heavy and there was a dazed note in his voice, “We — what we did, that was … I mean, wow, you know, it was like …”

“We made love.” Her voice was quiet and sure.

He pulled away and cupped her chin in his hand, raising her face. Looking searchingly into her eyes, he asked carefully, “If we made love, then that means that you — that you?”

She bit her lip gingerly, “I’ve never felt like that before,” and then she paused and met his gaze, “I love you, Danny.”

“Are you sure?” he questioned unsteadily.

Her eyes widened, “of course, I wouldn’t say …” she trailed off and Danny cut in.

“Michelle, I know that this is a big deal for you. You know, there is nothing wrong with having sex with someone because you only want them. It’s not a crime. And for us, it’s a start.”

“You think I did this because I want you?”

He let out a breath and looked away from her, contemplating the room in general, and then with a sigh he gazed down at her, “Yes.” And then he smiled, “but it’s okay, I know you don’t love me. I know you don’t and that’s okay, it’s gonna take time, but I have hope, now, that we’re together. And in the meantime, I guess I have enough love for both of us. Michelle, the thing is, I want you to love me, I won’t deny that, but I want you to be honest with me, first. Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear, and don’t say what you think you should say.”

Michelle laughed lightly, and leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips, then his cheek, his eye, his forehead and then back to his mouth. “Danny, Danny, Danny. Oh, you can be so sweet and so clueless sometimes.”

“I’m just trying to be understanding.”

“Okay,” she nodded, “I did sleep with you, I did make love to you, because I want you.”

“Okay, that’s fine –”

“– Would you let me finish?” she interrupted tartly.

He nodded, “sorry. Continue.”

“I did make love to you because I want you, but I wouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t have come to see you, if I didn’t love you. I love you, Danny. I do.”

“You do?”

“Yes,” she answered succinctly. “And now, now we can make a fresh start.”

“You love me?” he asked again. “You love me. So we’re together, we’re you and me, we’re an us.”

“Yes,” she said again, a smile spreading across her face.

He rewarded her with a matching smile and sat up. “This is good,” and then he laughed suddenly.

“What?” she asked, as her hand trailed up and down his arm.

“Mama is going to be so not happy with this,” he replied.

And Michelle let out her own laugh, “So this is just wonderful news all around, then.”

He looked down at her, his expression softening, “You’re wonderful. So wonderful. And we will make this work. We will.”

She smiled, “Yes, we will,” and looking at him, she thought of her wedding vows, ‘I put my life … my fate, into your hands.’ and she spoke them again to him softly, surely, in the privacy of their bedroom, with one addition, “Danny, I put my life … my fate, my heart into your hands. I love you.”

The End

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Red to Green By J. Hallmark

December 8, 2016

Republisher’s Note: A vignette from The Rustle of the Sheets.

Author’s Note: Summary: Michelle serenades Danny while driving as they reach the comfort zone.

Disclaimers: Danny and Michelle belong to those folks at Guiding Light. Darnit! “Crush” belongs to Jennifer Page, CD, “Sober.” Good CD — has a great Manny song on it.

Note: Teeny vignette that came to me in the car.

Red to Green By J. Hallmark

Red to Green Michelle sat in front of the wheel, softly humming to the radio. Danny slipped his seat belt on and at the sound, Michelle released the handbrake and set the car in motion. They sat in silence, a pleasant camaraderie filling the air. They were at last getting to the point where just being together was enough, words weren’t necessary and there was a comfort level to their interactions that was growing steadily with each passing day.

Aahh, Crush

played over a haunting melody and Michelle found herself singing along to the lyrics, “… let it be what it will be, don’t make a fuss and go crazy over you and me …” she paused and turned to look at Danny quickly, “do you mind if I turn this up?”

He shook his head and the volume came up almost immediately.

It’s just a little crush
not like I faint, every time we touch
it’s just some little thing
not like everything I do
depends on you

With every lyric, Michelle voice rose and her fingers twisted the volume up higher and higher until the song’s music and words and her voice filled the car. She glanced over at Danny a few times, and found herself feeling a little shy, but not embarrassed enough to quit singing … due, mostly in part, to the sweet smile on his face as he watched her in seeming fascination.

The chorus repeated itself again as Michelle came to a stop at a red light and then the bridge came on …

Vanilla skies

and Michelle turned to Danny and whispered in between the lyrics, “I love this part,” and she sang along, her hand resting softly on his thigh, her gaze locked upon his face.

White picket fences in your eyes

“White picket fences in your eyes …”

A vision of you and of me

“A vision of you and of me …” and as the words faded from her tongue, her lips curved into a matching smile of sweetness to complement his own. He rested his hand upon hers and slowly, lovingly brought it to his mouth, turning it upright. Her smile widened and he laid a kiss — soft and sensual — upon the palm of her hand.

Her smile faded into a sigh and the beeping of the horns behind them as the light turned from red to green didn’t enter into their consciousness for at least five seconds.

The End

So Many Emotions in His Name By Jennifer Hallmark

December 6, 2016

Republisher’s Note: Sharing another story recovered from The Rustle of the Sheets. For the uninitiated TWV stands for The Walking Vegetable. It’s the online Manny community “fond” nickname for Jesse.

Author’s Note:
Summary: A short vignette about a meeting between Danny and Michelle after they’ve been separated. Rick, Abby, Drew and TWV also appear.

Timeline: This takes place a couple of weeks from now (assuming Danny does decide to give Michelle an annulment and assuming Michelle does waver between her feelings for the Neanderthal and Danny Boy.) This ‘scene’ is the first time Danny and Michelle have seen each other [in my (albeit brief) future universe] since he promised her the annulment and they are still legally married.

Rating: PG-13 for some kissage.

Disclaimer: Danny, Michelle, Dr. Rick, Abby, Oh-Whining-One (I do like Drew, really. Yes, some people do actually like her), and the Neanderthal all belong to Proctor & Gamble, CBS, etc., etc. Although, the idea that anyone would actually claim TWV is about beyond ludicrous.

So Many Emotions in His Name By Jennifer Hallmark

Danny stood outside the Bauer residence, twisting the wedding band about his finger as he mentally berated himself for his presence on her doorstep.

“This is stupid, stupid,” he muttered under his breath and without even knocking, he turned to leave. He’d just taken a few steps when the front door opened behind him and he heard his brother-in-law, Dr. Rick Bauer, call his name. A question and disaffection were evident in his tone, at least to Danny’s ears. He stopped and swore quietly under his breath and then turned around, a grim smile upon his lips.

“Dr. Bauer — Rick,” he offered and stood ill at ease before Michelle’s older brother. “I, uh, I was just gonna stop by and see how my,” he paused and tightened his lips, “Michelle, I just wanted to see how Michelle was doing.”

Rick looked at the young man speculatively, “Fine, but she’s not here right now.”

Danny let out a slight exhalation of breath and took a step back, “Oh, well, then I guess this really was a waste of time.”

Rick shook his head, “No, you can come on in, wait for her. She shouldn’t be much longer.”

Disbelief flowed across Danny’s face, “You’re kidding, right? You’re inviting me into your house?”

Rick smiled, “You’re still legally my brother-in-law, and I think Michelle would like to see you. So, yes, I’m inviting you,” he held out his hand and stepped back, indicating that he could enter. Danny nodded and walked into the house.

~~~ There were wedding pictures of Rick and his wife, Abby, on the mantle next to a photo of an older man and woman — Michelle’s parents, Ed and Maureen Bauer, Danny knew from a picture Michelle had shown him what seemed like centuries ago, but in reality was only a month. He turned towards the kitchen when a loud noise filled the air. Rick uttered a few choice words and looked up at Danny, “Dropped the can.”

Danny smiled, “It’s okay, I’m not really that thirsty.”

“Oh, okay,” Rick set the distorted can on top of the counter and walked into the living room. He headed to the fireplace and stood beside Danny, remarking idly “She did look beautiful.” Danny glanced over to the wedding photo that Rick was talking about at the other end of the mantle and found his gaze fixated.

“Why –” he cleared his throat, finding his voice suddenly hoarse, “why is that there?”

Rick turned to him, “What do you mean? All the family wedding pictures are up on the mantle.”

“But, it’s over. We’re getting an annulment and once that’s done it will be as if the marriage never existed.”

“True,” Rick conceded and then with a sideways glance towards his brother-in-law, he added quietly, “but Michelle wouldn’t hear of it being taken down.”

“She wouldn’t?” Danny asked, his voice soft as he gazed still at his beautiful bride in white, facing him, the corners of her lips curved, her forehead pressed against his as they smiled their ‘secret smile.’

“No,” Rick replied.

“Yes, yes,” he belatedly answer Rick’s earlier query, “she was very beautiful.” His voice lowered to a husky near-whisper, “she is beautiful. So beautiful.”

The opening of the front door broke the silence, followed by Michelle’s buoyant voice, “I can’t believe we were able to get that. I mean, a cashmere sweater for that price, I’m in heaven!” She laughed, a big smile on her face. “What?” she asked of Abby as the answering smile faded on her sister-in-law’s face.

“Hello, Michelle,” Rick called softly, his voice pensive. She turned to face him, and her eyes widened when they fell upon the man standing beside him. “Danny,” she breathed quietly. Her smile was gone, but a soft blush spread across her face as she carelessly dropped her shopping bags and purse upon the floor. She took a step forward and then paused as if unsure of what she was doing . . . of what she wanted to do.

Danny felt no such uncertainty. Without a word, he walked around the sofa and headed straight to Michelle. As he moved closer, her head tilted up and her breathing came quicker, as an almost breathless anticipation suffused her being. In one smooth movement, Danny cupped her face in the palm of her hand, while his arm swept about her waist and pulled her against him. His lips were upon hers before she could offer a protest.

And that protest would not have been forthcoming judging by her response as she wrapped her arms about his neck, her fingers ruffling in his thick, black curls. She leaned into him, her entire heart and soul poured into her kiss as her lips parted against his, their breath intermingling. His hand was soft upon her cheek, his fingers tracing patterns upon her skin, running down the column of her throat, and then swimming in the weight of her honey-blonde curls.

“What the hell?!” Jesse’s bellow split the air and Michelle pulled away abruptly, her hands falling from Danny’s shoulders. However, her husband kept his arm around her waist even as his hand slipped from her hair. Michelle turned to face Jesse and Drew, who stood slightly behind him. A deeper pink flushed Michelle’s face and she bit her lip, trying to move away from Danny’s possessive grasp. He held tight.

Jesse rushed forward and without warning slammed a fist into Danny’s face. He staggered back, but did not fall as Drew cried out Jesse’s name and Michelle jumped back in shock. Danny straightened up as Rick rushed to stand between the two young men. He laughed harshly without humor and rubbed a hand against his jaw where Jesse had struck.

“Hey, Jesse,” he drawled lazily. Jesse stood still, heaving in anger, his fists clenched at his side. Michelle glared at him and moved to Danny; she reached up to check his face, but Danny brushed her away. “It’s okay.” He turned to Rick, “sorry.”

Rick looked at him for a moment and then turned to Jesse, his eyes hardening slightly, “For what?”

Danny offered a genuine smile and replied softly, “For this,” as he moved towards Jesse and leveled a quick sucker-punch to the gut, followed by a swift right hook. Jesse doubled over and then fell to his knees before anyone in the room could react. And then again, Drew cried out his name. Abby was still and Rick knelt down before Jesse and then glanced up at Danny, “I think you –“

“– should leave, I know.” He nodded and again his smile was genuine as he turned to Michelle. “Goodbye, Michelle,” he looked down at Drew huddled in concern next to Jesse, “Drew,” his smile grew slightly, “Jesse, always a pleasure.”

“Get out of here,” Jesse growled. Danny’s smile widened and he walked out of the house. Michelle stood indecisively for a moment and then she gazed down at Jesse and then to the front door that was closing. She looked back at Jesse, who was looking at Drew and then she ran out to catch up with her husband.

“Danny!” she called out as the door shut behind her with a sharp crack. He turned around, “Michelle?” his voice was filled with surprise. “What?”

She slowed down and gingerly took the last few steps to him, “I, uh, I just wanted to know if you were okay.”

“I’m fine, Michelle. It takes more than a little hit from Jesse Blue to bother me.”

She nodded and then rushed forth with the real reason she’d come after him, “Why are you here? I mean, why did you come?”

He looked at her silently for a moment and then glanced away, debating whether or not to answer.

“Danny?” she questioned softly and he looked at her again, his gaze gentle.

“I wanted to see you.” He took a step closer and reached out a hand to her face. “I wanted to see your face, your smile. I missed your voice, the way you say my name.” His hand rose and he feathered her golden hair through his fingers, Michelle sighed and leaned slightly towards him. “I missed the way your hair curls and clings to my finger. I missed talking to you.”

His other hand rose and he gingerly traced the curve of her lips as he moved closer, his body less than a hands span away from hers. “I missed your lips, the feel of your mouth when I kissed you. And I wanted to kiss you again.” He leaned down and pressed a soft, sweet kiss upon her lips. “And again,” he whispered huskily as her lips parted in wanting beneath his once more. “And again,” his hand tightened in her hair as he took a deeper kiss from her, his fingers gently massaging her neck.

He pulled away reluctantly and Michelle’s eyes opened slowly, a dazed expression upon her face and he smiled softly.

“Again,” she murmured and leaned up, her hands pressing against his chest as she initiated a fourth kiss, this one much more passionate. He slanted his lips over hers, their mouths parting as they exchanged breaths. He wound his arms about her waist, holding her tightly to him and she clung to him almost desperately.

At last they pulled away and with a sigh, she whispered his name and then even quieter, “I’ve missed you, too.”

He stepped back and offered her a sweet smile, “So maybe there’s hope for me yet.”

“Maybe,” she replied, a matching smile on her face and in her voice. She moved back a few paces, her hands entwined behind her back.

He grinned widely and gestured towards the house, “Of course, you gotta get rid of the Neanderthal in there first.”

“Danny!” she admonished, but couldn’t help but return his smile. “Jesse’s a really sweet guy.”

“Jesse’s a moron,” he responded succinctly.

“Danny!” her warning was more severe and the smile was gone. She closed her eyes and sighed. Danny’s smile faded as well. He clasped his hands together and took a few more steps back.

“That’s my cue to leave.”

Michelle nodded and then looked up at him, “see you later.”

He was silent for a long moment, “later,” he repeated and he walked away. Michelle didn’t return to the house until his car had driven out of sight. When it was no longer visible, she raised a hand to her mouth and pressed her fingers lightly to her lips and with a sigh, she again whispered his name, “Danny,” and a wealth of pain, desire, confusion and love resided in that one word . . . her husband’s name.

The End

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“I am the MAN” By Sonya

December 5, 2016

Republisher’s Note: A little poem from the Rustling Sheets website. It references the wonderful “I am a Man” Speech.

Author’s Note: I don’t know what made me go here, so I will just throw it out there. Be sure to read it to the tune of Green Eggs and Ham … Sam I am … because PAS is the man.

“I am the MAN” By Sonya


The”MAN I AM.”

That “MAN I AM.”
That “MAN I AM.”
I do not like that “MAN I AM.”
I would not like him here or there,
I would not like him
I do not like “THAT MAN I AM.”

You do not like me so you say,
try me, try me,
and you may,
try me and you may, I say.

“MAN” If you will let me be,
I will try and you will see
I do not like you “I AM THE MAN.”

Say …

I like that “MAN I AM!”
I do! I like that “MAN I AM.”
And I would watch him in the rain
I would watch him on a train and in a car
and in a tree.
He’s so good, so good you see.
Say! I will watch him ANYWHERE!!

I do so like you “THE MAN I AM”
Thank you,
Thank you,

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