"Something Special, Something Sacred"

by YOUNG rAContEur

Life seemed so dreary this February morning. My job wasn’t much – just a food server for a caterer. Here in LA, nobody notices you when you are just there to put out their lunch. I hadn’t had a boyfriend or even been out on a date for months. My roommate moved out last October, and I had no pets. I was lonely and sad.

The day dawned rainy and hazy, and it matched my mood perfectly. I dreaded getting up just to face another pitifully dull day, but what could I do? Bills have to be paid, so I go through the motions once again.

I arrived at today’s location, a studio where a reality show was taping. All the supplies were loaded in the van. I knew the drill – this would be boringly routine.

As I was setting out the trays of food, I started to hear the rehearsals going on across the room. So this was a singing competition. I figured that maybe if they were good, at least it would be like having the radio on. Maybe this gig wouldn’t be as bad as most.

One by one, the contestants sang their songs. It was really entertaining and for once my job seemed interesting, if only due to the activities around me and not the actual work.

Off and on, I would look around to see the singers milling around, waiting their turn. They were very different from each other, quite a mix of looks and singing styles. I set out a tray of sandwiches and when I looked up, I saw ---- someone special. He was beautiful. Long, dark, curly hair, penetrating eyes, strong arms – I was mesmerized. Then he looked my way and seemed to be returning my obvious stare. My face blazed red and I turned away, overcome by the sensations caused by his gaze.

I tried to concentrate on finishing with the food, but I could not keep from looking up. And there he was at center stage, preparing to sing. I heard him speak and his voice wafted over my ears like gentle butterflies. He sounded so calming, so soothing, so ---- sexual. I hoped that no one would come to the lunch table right then because I did not think that I could hear anything other than his voice. Then he began to sing --------

His singing was every bit as smooth and soothing as his speaking voice. I watched him and then realized he was looking straight at me. His words penetrated my mind and my body. He wanted something special, something sacred between us, and I could feel that it would be so. He asked for just one moment to be warm and naked by my side. Shockwaves coursed through my body at the mere thought of lying beside him. Suddenly I could comprehend no more of the song; I could only focus on his luminous face as he sang, his eyes drawing me in more and more.

When the song ended, and the hubbub around me began again, I felt a great loss. The moment was so intense and so compelling – I wanted those feelings back! I felt emptiness surround me.

I struggled to return to the task at hand, but my mind was reeling and my body was quivering. How could this be? I was lost in this reverie when a gentle voice said hello and the sensation of hearing that voice made me feel weak. I slowly looked up to see this beautiful man standing before me. He said, “Hello. I’m Ace.” That’s all. Just those words – and I was in heaven – and speechless. I knew I was staring and could not help myself. Ace seemed to not know what to do then, as I never responded to his greeting. He looked shy and I suddenly felt as though I had hurt him by not answering. I heard myself say, “Hello. I’m Maggie.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you Maggie.”

“Same for me, Ace.”

At this point, I was so overtaken by the power he wielded over me by merely looking at me and speaking to me, that I lost all sense. I could not say any more and feared he would think I did not want to talk to him. I was desperate to continue this conversation but mindless in his presence.

“We have a break soon, Maggie. Would you sit with me and talk a while?”

“Sure”

Oh, no! I sounded so stupid. What is wrong with me? I wanted to be with him, but I must have appeared to him to be incapable of simple conversation.

“I’ll see you later then.”

“OK”

When the lunch period was over, I went through the motions of cleaning up the food and supplies and loaded them into the van. It was time for me to go and Ace had not returned. I was devastated. I guess the only connection we had was on my part, and he was just being nice.

I was about to get into the van to return it to work when I heard “Maggie!” and saw Ace hurrying my way.

“I’m sorry, Maggie! Chris needed my help with something he was doing and it delayed me. Do you forgive me?”

“Of course I do”

Relief flooded through me.

“Let’s go then. Do you know a place?”

“I have to return the van to work and it’s just around the corner from my place. Would that be OK?”

“That would be perfect!”

Ace helped me unload the van at work and we walked to my apartment. As soon as he walked in, the place seemed brighter somehow. I made coffee and we sat on the couch to talk. Now that we were together like this, I became more comfortable and could talk freely with him. It was wonderful! Our conversation flowed easily, and his humor had us laughing together.

Finally, he took my hand in his. It was electric. I began to tremble and he could feel this. He asked if I was alright, and all I could do was to gaze into his eyes. He gave me this look and I felt faint. Ace saw me swoon and put his hand on my back to support me, and then drew me close to his chest. It was both comforting and sexual. My heart was beating so fast! As I rested my hand on Ace’s chest, I realized that his heartbeat matched mine, and I could not distinguish between them. He lifted my face to his and kissed me. I was overcome and lost myself in the taste of his lips, his mouth, his tongue.

“Maggie” he said.

“Ace” I said.

What else was there? He ran his fingers through my hair and I did the same to his. He feathered kisses on my forehead, my cheeks, my neck. I unbuttoned his shirt and rubbed my lips across his chest. He was delicious.

Ace ran his hands up and down my sides and I squirmed with pleasure. His fingers settled near my breasts and it was such an intense feeling that my mind became incapable of conscious thought. I held him close, stroking his back, and my hands found his beanie in his back pocket. He took it from me and placed it on my head. This small gesture gave me this odd sensation of total connection to him.

We were beyond stopping.

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I have a bit more to add to this story but figured it was not appropriate for all readers. I can submit it to you if you would like. Let me know.

Yr

Check your PM's, YR.

Thanks Hearts! I posted the other version in Five Card STUD as you recommended.

Please tell me this isn't all there is, YR. Are you going to write more of this story? :eyebrows: :bitenails:

Well, there IS a bit more to this story, but it had to go to Five Card STUD. Not suitable for Two of a Kind. :blush:

Good job so far :) I'm anxiously awaiting my approval to check out the 5card stud section and read more

Note: This is the PG-13 version of the chapter in STUD for those who want to read fanfic but do not want the R version. The story is the same; only the amount of detail is changed. -------YOUNG rAContEur


"If You’re Not The One”

-------------then why does my soul feel glad today?


As I lay in Ace’s arms, I cannot help but think how different my life seems at this moment. Just this morning, I felt little joy in this world, and now, just happiness. I look into Ace’s face as he sleeps peacefully beside me, and I marvel again at the events of this day and how we came to be here. The job that I considered so boring turned out to be the one that allowed me to be in this place, at this time, with him. I would never have met him but for the chance assignment I had in the studio.

I recall the first time I saw him. Was it only today? His eyes were so gentle and at the same time, so intense. His demeanor was quiet, almost shy, and very kind. I knew right away that he was someone I needed to know, but was afraid I would not be noticed. When he spoke to me at the studio, I was euphoric, but also so nervous I could not find the words to express myself to him. Maybe he sensed that, because he did not back away from me. His invitation to meet later on thrilled me.

And now here we are. I am still amazed at how sweet and funny Ace is. I would never have imagined that we would connect so quickly and fully. I still feel the glow from our lovemaking.

I know I should be sleeping as well, but this is all so new. I am afraid if I go to sleep, I will wake up to find this was all a dream. I reach out to touch his face, to reassure myself. I feel the slight stubble growing on his chin, his cheeks. He awakens at my touch, opening his eyes slowly, and then looks into mine. My breath catches. How can any man be so beautiful? I silently caress his cheek and then run my fingers through his hair. He moves his body closer to mine and I am aware that he is aroused.

“Maggie, your body feels so warm against mine.”

I snuggle deeper into Ace’s arms and feel the hairs on his chest brush across my cheek. I drink in his manly smell and feel the taut muscles in his chest. Ace begins to run his hands up and down my back. It is both comforting and arousing. I feel the heat building and I cannot lie still.

Ace seeks my lips with his. They feel warm and full. His tongue teases my mouth and I eagerly part my lips to taste his tongue as he moves it within my mouth. His hands caress my body tenderly while my tongue seeks out his. His lips move to my neck and my pulse quickens. As he moves down, I feel myself arching my back to allow him to explore. I cry out in pleasure.

I tangle my fingers into his hair and hold him to my breast, not wanting him to stop.

Our lovemaking is intense, and we both lose ourselves in it.
And then we are spent, our bodies all entangled on the bed, breathing hard, beginning to come down from our incredible high. We continue to caress each other, savoring the feelings we have just shared.

We are silent for a while. Ace turns my face to his and gently kisses me.

“I love you, Maggie.”

My soul feels glad today.

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great story..........is this it? or is there more? cause its really really good.... :)

Awesome fanfic! I have to PM the admins for more of the story! :D

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Note: As usual, this is the PG-13 version of the chapter in STUD for those who want to read fanfic but do not want the R version. The story is the same; only the amount of detail is changed. -------YOUNG rAContEur


“You Give Me Butterflies”

by YOUNG rAContEur


This past week has been life-changing, to say the least. My days and nights had been one big blur of boredom at work and solitude at home. I found no joy in any part of my day. And now, everything is turned completely around. It is rather like fate stepping in when one most needs it. A chance assignment from my catering service job to a reality show studio has flipped everything around. Now I look forward to each day and especially to each night.

Why? Because of a man. Not just any man, but a special one, my Ace. He’s so genuine, so sweet, so handsome, and although he does not realize it – so sexy. I marvel still at my incredible good fortune in meeting him. Fate indeed.

Ace is so busy these days working on his performances. This all means so much to him, that I could never think to do anything but support him unconditionally. It has been difficult to go back to the every day things like work. I am at least happy to see that my schedule includes more assignments to Ace’s studio. With him so wrapped up in his responsibilities to the show, our time together has been somewhat brief, but we have savored every moment of it.

I had to be at a special party at an estate so I would be out of touch all day. I went through all the motions, and while it wasn’t great fun, it was ever so much easier to do knowing I would be with Ace later on.

I didn’t get home until almost 7:00, so I skipped dinner so I could get my apartment picked up so when Ace called, I would be ready for him.

The hours slipped by and by 10:00, I was beginning to worry. I had always heard from Ace by this time. I did not know what to think. By midnite, I knew I may as well just go to bed but also knew I would not sleep well. Why had Ace not called me? I thought our relationship was real. Was I wrong? I was overcome with fears that he was not the man I thought he was, that he had found me a convenience. I slept fitfully until it was time for me to start my day again.

My day’s assignment was not at Ace’s studio, but it was in the next building over. In the light of day, I was ashamed of myself for not trusting him. I was sure his work day must have stretched late in to the night and he was just too tired to come over. (But couldn’t he have called? More doubt).

I hoped that I might be able to run over to see him for a while and perhaps make plans for later. I was finally able to slip over to Ace’s studio that afternoon. I saw Chris and went over to ask where Ace was.

“Hi. Maggie,” Chris said. “What’s up?”

“I was looking for Ace. Do you know where he is?”

“Sorry, Maggie. I really don’t. They have split us up for right now since we all have different things to do today.”

“OK Chris. Talk to you later.”

I checked in a few other places until someone told me that they had seen Ace in Conference Room 6. I headed down that way and could see one of the doors open. As I approached the doorway, I could hear voices. When I looked in, my heart leapt into my throat and I thought I would be sick. Kellie had her arms around Ace’s neck and was reaching her face up to his. Ace had his hands on her arms, and I had to turn away. I was heartbroken. He had moved on to someone else. That small nagging doubt I had just turned into a reality.

I rushed from the room before they could see me and ran to get out of the building. The tears were flooding down my cheeks. Chris started to ask if I’d found Ace, but he saw how distraught I was and let me pass.

I struggled to regain my composure so I could finish my work day. I was in a fog, moving about robotically. Finally, the job was completed and I could retreat to my apartment where I once again dissolved in to tears.

How could I have been so wrong about Ace? He had to have some pretty amazing acting skills because he’s had me completely fooled. But isn’t that the way beautiful men are? They know they can charm women to give them what they want. But my sense of Ace had been that he was good, kind, generous, and true, not your typical pretty boy. I felt so betrayed. What was special was now spoiled.

I picked at some supper but it was no use. As boring as my life had been before Ace, at least it wasn’t painful.

At around 9:00, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Ace standing before me. My emotions swirled – I wanted to rush into his arms and I wanted to slam the door in his face. Instead, I just stood there. Ace noticed my misery and his face transformed into a look of great concern.

“Maggie – what’s wrong?”

“Oh, please! How can you even ask? How could you have fooled me so utterly?”

“What do you mean? What has happened? Please let me come in.”

As upset as I was, I still could not resist him and I hated myself for it. I allowed him to come in but I would not sit down or invite him to do so. Ace looked so confused and uncomfortable and I did not feel like easing his concerns since he had so callously used me.

Finally, he came over to me and put his hands on my shoulders, asking me what was wrong.

“Have I done something? Have you changed your mind about me, Maggie?”

I just started at him. He was going to try to keep his relationship with me while pursuing Kellie! Or had she been with him before me? The mere thought of that sickened me.

I finally just blurted out. “Why are you here, Ace? Shouldn’t you be with Kellie?”

He stared back at me, seemingly unable to speak. Finally he said, “Why would you say such a thing?”

“My God, Ace. I thought you would at least be honest with me when I let you know I was on to your game.”

“What game? What are you talking about? And what is this about Kellie?”

I was so exasperated that I blurted out, “I saw you today with Kellie in your arms. I was so hurt! I thought we had something special, something sacred, but it was all a lie!”

Ace continued to stare at me, confusion written all over his face.

“I honestly do not know what you are talking about.”

I moved away from him and said, “You didn’t come over last night or call. I was missing you so much, but I thought you were just busy. So today I came to see you and found you in Conference Room 6 with Kellie. She had her arms around your neck and was gazing into your eyes. I was devastated to think that all we had was just a sham! And I trusted you to be the good man I sensed you to be. Please just leave now!”

Ace came to me and put his arms around me. I struggled to get away from him, all the while wishing I could just stay there. He held me fast and started to softly call my name.

“Maggie. Oh, my Maggie, my dear sweet girl.”

I started to cry. I wanted to just stay angry, and not feel so hurt. I did not want to show this much emotion.

Ace held me fast and kissed my hair, all the while saying comforting words and trying to stop my tears.

He made me sit on the couch and he kneeled in front of me on the floor.

“Maggie, I am so sorry you are upset. Yes, Kellie was standing with me with her arms around my neck, but it wasn’t what you think. She has done things like that to me before. I’m not sure if she really likes me, or she just likes to do that with any of the guys, but it is not reciprocated by me. It’s just that when she does that, I don’t quite know how to get her away from me without hurting her feelings. And really she’s not doing anything intimate. We are all friends and I choose to look at her doing that as a friendly gesture, no different than me hugging Paris or Elliott or Lisa or Chris. I would rather she didn’t do that, but don’t feel it is worth hurting her feelings by telling her I don’t like it. So I just tolerate it. Do you understand?”

Oh my! Could this be true? Or is he just working his magic on me so he can still have us both? I look into his eyes and I know the truth is there. How could I have doubted him? My natural sense of him was right after all. He treated Kellie with every respect for her feelings even though it caused him some measure of discomfort.

“Ace – I feel so foolish. But wait – why didn’t you come or call last night?”

I almost hated to ask, but I guess I wasn’t entirely convinced yet. This one nagging point was bothering me.

“I did call you, Maggie. Several times in fact, but you never answered. I called again tonight and still no answer, so I decided to come over and see if you were upset with me, or if you had decided you didn’t want to see me anymore.”

I stood there not knowing what to say. I was here all the night before and tonight when he said he had called, but the phone never rang -----

“Oh my God, Ace! I just remembered - - when we went to bed the night before last, I turned off the ringer on my phone. I didn’t want us to be disturbed by a phone call. I guess I forgot to turn it back on.”

“What a relief!” Ace said. “I thought you were avoiding me.”

“And I feared the same. When I saw you with Kellie, I thought my fears had been confirmed.”

Suddenly, Ace laughed. “Looks like we both jumped to conclusions! For me, it’s just that I care for you so much, it frightens me to think I might lose you.”

I couldn’t help myself. I started to giggle uncontrollably. Then we were both hugging and laughing. What fools we’d been! We just needed to learn to trust each other and to trust in our love.

Our laughter subsided and we just looked into each other’s eyes, grateful that we now could put our doubts and fears away.

“I’m hungry,” I said. “I haven’t had supper yet.”

“Me, too. I’m hungry for you – for the taste of your lips and your mouth.”

Ace kisses me and I know his need for me is as great as mine is for him. He scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the bedroom.

I have butterflies inside. I know I will love him ‘til the end of time.

Note: As usual, this is the PG-13 version of the chapter in STUD for those who want to read fanfic but do not want the R version. The story is the same; only the amount of detail is changed. -------YOUNG rAContEur

Chapter 4

“My heart has been waiting ----“

These past weeks have been hectic and truly wonderful. It still amazes me how fate brought me to the place where I would find Ace. It was totally chance, and I am so grateful that I decided to go to work that day instead of skipping out as I considered doing.

It has been mostly fantastic between us, although we did have a slight hitch that turned out to be a big misunderstanding. Ace has been working so hard – this is so important to him. By the time he finishes his day, he is so exhausted, I just want to cry for him. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

It’s performance day, and Ace got me a pass to go to the show tonight. I actually have little to do today so I will be able to watch rehearsal and see the show. At the moment, my biggest concern is what to wear, although it hardly matters I suppose. I will not be seen on TV. I made it clear to Ace that I did not want to be shown on live TV – leave that to his family. Besides, it is better for his image as a heartthrob that no one knows about us at all. So I will likely just throw on a top and jeans so I can be comfortable. No one will see the beanie I have tucked in my purse. I really am more interested in what I will be wearing when Ace comes by after the show. He is all that matters to me.

I was going about my business, cleaning the apartment, doing dishes, changing the bed, and realized that I had no clean sheets, so I headed for the laundromat. When I returned, there was a message of my new answering machine. I pressed the play button and heard Ace’s voice.

“Hi Maggie. I just felt that I needed to talk to someone other than the guys here. We’re all in the same situation so I don’t know that I should bother them.

“I don’t know what’s going on with me. I thought I was really prepared and felt secure with my song, but suddenly I’m doubting everything. Is this the right song? Should I use the catwalk? Is this shirt OK? Do I wear the jacket? I don’t know why I feel so uncertain about everything. Maybe if I didn’t have to go first, I would feel calmer.

“I wish you were there to answer the phone. I need to hear your voice.

“I have to go. Not sure what time I’ll see you. We all have to go to a late meeting after the show, but I’ll get there when I can.

“I miss you, Maggie, and God, how I need you.”

I stood there stunned. Oh my God! Why did I have to be gone when he called? I felt like I had failed him even though I could not have known he would call. I was really concerned about him now. He is such a sensitive and gentle person, it makes me ache to think that he is feeling so alone and insecure. I was afraid for him. He would be the first one of the 12 to go before a live audience of maybe 30 million people. And now I knew that he was nervous. My concern was so deep, I was literally shaking.

I forced myself to finish my housecleaning and got ready to go to the theatre. When I arrived, I was seated and we were entertained by some comics to help kill time.

It was finally time for rehearsal. As it would be tonight, Ace will be rehearsing his song first. The music starts and Ace comes walking down the ramp. He looks so joyous and he is really into this upbeat song. I feel so relieved that he was able to get his nerves in check and come out on stage with only his performance on his mind. He is clearly having a good time up there and feeding off the audience’ reaction. At the end of the song, the crowd roars its approval and Ace smiles in that beautiful way he has. The girls in the audience are screaming for him, and he looks so happy that they like his performance. He waves and leaves the stage, and I am so pumped and ready for the live show. It is going to be hard to wait.

At last, it is show time. As we watch Ace’s pre-performance interview, I remember how emotional he was when he told me about meeting Stevie Wonder. It was a dream come true for him, something he never expected would happen for him. The emotion he shows in the clip was so very real because he is such a genuine guy. My heart just swelled with love for him as he revealed some of his inner feelings to millions of people, totally unafraid to show his vulnerability.

The music starts up once again, this time for his live performance. As he walks down the ramp for the second time tonight, I realize something is different. His voice seems strained to me – I think he is very nervous again. He continues to sing and as the song progresses, he starts to get into his groove again. I am enjoying this so much! Tonight is the first time since that rehearsal in the studio the day I met him that I have seen him perform. I am captivated by him. He looks joyous again as he prowls the catwalk and dances. I scream along with everyone else when he is done. As he holds his arm out in front of him, I can see that his hand is shaking.

I don’t even want to remember what the judges said. It was mostly negative and Ace looked crushed. His face showed every emotion. How hard it must be to stand onstage and have someone tell you that you do not measure up. He finally leaves the stage and I am sick with worry for him. Knowing I can’t see him for several hours is killing me. I want to hold his beautiful face in my hands and comfort him; to tell him that he is okay and all will be well. But I can’t. The show will stretch on for almost 2 more hours, and then he will be whisked away. As soon as the show ends, I hurry back to my place to wait for him, all thoughts of choosing the right outfit now left behind as unimportant.

It is very late when Ace gets to my place. He looks haggard and sad. God, I hate to see him so unhappy! I run to his arms. I tell him how much the audience loved his performance, and that I am sure the voting public would, too.

“I don’t know, Maggie. The judges really didn’t like what I did and it hit me very hard. I didn’t know how to react to it.”

“I understand, Ace, really I do. It can’t be easy to stand all alone with so many eyes watching and knowing they are judging you. But it will be fine, I promise.”

“Just hold me, Maggie. I need to feel you close to me.”

So we stand there together, holding each other close, and I try to show him how much he is loved. Before we know it, our emotional need turns to a physical one as well. I look into his gorgeous green eyes, take him by the hand, and lead him to my bedroom.

My heart has been waiting, anticipating, this love.

Much later, we lie together, all sweaty from our lovemaking and letting our heartbeats slow down. Ace reaches for the sheet, lovingly covers me, and holds me gently against his body. I can see that the tension is gone from his face and he looks peaceful.

“Maggie – my sweet love.”

As he drifts off to sleep, I feel a few tears roll down my cheeks. I know this will not be his last disappointment and his pain is mine.

Here is my newest chapter in the story of Maggie and Ace. This is the PG-13 version. The more explicit version will be posted in Five Card STUD as usual. (Not for the faint of heart)


CHAPTER 5

In The Still of The Night

These last several days have passed uneventfully for me. Ace has been busy as usual at the studio, and I have been sent to various places for my catering job. Nothing too hard, nothing exciting.

Ace has finally bounced back from his disheartening experience of landing in the bottom 3 following the very first Final 12 performance. I was quite concerned about him early on as his confidence was pretty much rocked. I know he felt he had done well, and to find out you had fewer votes than at least 9 others was deflating and embarrassing. Coupled with that, they started the elimination process with him, and paired him with another singer, saying one was safe and one was in the bottom 3, which drew even more attention to it. Being the first to go out to the seal, he had to stand there a long time while they went through the rest of the process.

I was watching all this from home and I was so nervous, my heart was jumping in my chest, my hands were shaking, and I felt almost sick. Initially, when I saw that Ace was seated first on the couch, I thought that meant he would be safe. When they said he was in the bottom 3, I was shocked. Then I saw how tough it was for Ace and my heart just hurt for him. His eyes looked pained and he mostly just stood there like he was in shock. The show seemed to drag on even though it was probably not more than 10 minutes.

As the process continued, it seemed they were continually pointing out that Ace was in the bottom 3. Ace did his best to control how he was feeling, even smiling a few times, but it was clear that he felt like he was in hell. I started crying then, because I could not bear to see him so unhappy.

When all 3 had been assembled on the seal, they went through the process of asking the judges about the 3 standing there – even more degradation for my Ace.

Finally, they decided to send one of them to safety, and thank God, it was Ace. He was so sweet when he was told, bowing to his audience and blowing a kiss to show his appreciation. But I would have expected no less from him. When he sat back down on the couches, he exhaled heavily and it seemed even his shoulders fell. I can only imagine the thoughts that must have gone through his head.

Ace and I spent the next two nights mostly holding each other and trying to figure out how this could have happened. We couldn’t come up with any answers, of course, but it did him a lot of good to be able to talk it out. These were the first two nights since we met that we did not make love. It was more important on those days to connect on another level, one that served to cement us as a couple more securely.

Ace did finally resolve his feelings about all of this and dove right in on the task of getting ready for the next week. Once he got into the busier days and got more into arranging his song choice, he returned to his usual happy self. The experience really just left him more determined to do well and get as far as he can in the competition.
It’s now 8PM and I’m expecting Ace very soon. I can’t wait to see him. He always makes my day better and I hope I do the same for him. Suddenly, my phone rings. “Hello?”

“Maggie, it’s me,” I hear Ace say.

“Hi, sweetie. Are you coming over soon?”

“It doesn’t look like I can make it tonight, Maggie. They want us to spend time with some VIPs and you know I have to do as they ask.”

“Oh, Ace! I am so disappointed!”

“I know, sweetheart. I am too. But hopefully, I can leave a bit early tomorrow and we can spend more time together.”

“Alright, Ace. I guess there is nothing else we can do. I will miss you so much though.”

“I’m going to miss you, too, Maggie. This will be the first night we haven’t been together. It just won’t feel right. But I will call you as soon as I can tomorrow, I promise.”

“OK, Ace. I’ll just look forward to that then.”

“I have to go now. I love you, Maggie.”

“I love you, too, Ace. Talk to you tomorrow.”

DAMN! I hate that I won’t be seeing him tonight. I know it will be tough trying to fall asleep without him. I may just turn on the bedroom TV and watch old movies until I can’t stay awake any longer.

It’s 3 AM now and I have been wide awake all night, but I do finally feel like I can doze off so I turn off the TV and allow myself to drift into dreamland.

It’s the still of the night, and I am dreaming pleasantly. In my dream, I am lying in bed in my silky nightgown when I feel someone slip into bed beside me. I am not alarmed because, as it goes with dreams, you know right away if what is happening is good or bad, and this is definitely going to be good. I snuggle up to this warm body and realize he is nearly naked. I know alarms should be going off in my head, because I dearly love Ace and should not be here with anyone else, even in my dreams. But it isn’t like you can change the course of a dream.

My dream lover holds me sweetly and kisses my hair. I love this! He is as sweet and tender as my Ace. He continues to caress my back and then kisses me on my parted lips ~~ and then I realize I am not dreaming, because I am waking up and I am still in this man’s arms.
My body jumps and the man holds me tighter, then he laughs. “It’s OK, Maggie – it’s me, “Ace says.

“You scared me! Here it is in the still of the night, you aren’t supposed to be here, and I find someone in my bed!”

Ace is chuckling. “Don’t you want me here?”

“Of course I do, but – I thought you couldn’t get away?”

“I had to sneak out but I didn’t care. I had to see you.”

With that, he pulled me closer and all thoughts of sleep were gone.

“Maggie – I love you so – promise I’ll never let you go.”

We snuggle together and I can’t help but wonder if Ace feels ready to make love again. I am more than willing to wait for that, but I miss the physical connection we have had since we first met. But his emotional needs are far more important to me, so I just lie in his arms, and I hope and I pray to keep his precious love.

Besides, it isn’t as though just lying in his arms is a bad thing. It’s quite wonderful actually. He is very protective of me and I feel absolutely safe with him. I wonder if he is falling asleep, so I raise my face to his, and see by the moonlight filtering through the windows that he is looking back at me. I can’t help but smile and I am rewarded with that brilliant smile of his. In a moment, we are kissing each other very sweetly. I run my hands over his strong arms as they hold me close. Ace begins to kiss me more deeply and explores my mouth with his tongue. I know quickly that there will be lovemaking tonight. Since I now know that I will not be pressuring him, I feel free to explore his body with relish.

Afterward, we lay silently for a while. I want to just stay here forever. To think this was almost just a dream! Ace holds my face in his hands, kisses me tenderly, and tells me he loves me. And, oh! How I love him!

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Chapter 6: Drops of Jupitor

PG-13 version

DROPS OF JUPITER

Ace and I stand at the door, lingering over our good-bye kiss. This is one of the hardest parts of the day – watching Ace leave to go to the studio for another long, long day. At least we have the memory of a loving night in each other’s arms to help start our day.

“Time to go, Maggie. Will you be thinking of me?”

“Ace, you goof! I’ll be lucky if I can concentrate on my work after last night.”

Ace hugs me tight and chuckles. “I hear ya. It was pretty amazing. I love that you are so in tune with me and in what I need. I love you, girl.”

We kiss again, and then Ace must hurry off. I watch him walk away and the movement of his body is amazing. He has an incredible body – muscular and well-defined. I feel like the luckiest person on earth, knowing that Ace belongs to me.

I have dallied so much over our long goodbye that I now have to hurry to get to work. I throw myself together quickly and rush off.

When I arrive at the catering office, I check my assignment. Today I will be at an open house at a gym near the studio. It’s a good feeling to know I will be so close to where Ace is.

I set up the tables for the refreshments in a far corner of the gym. I can see a good share of the workout area from here. The gym is quite busy so I quickly get into a routine, keeping the bottles of vitamin water chilled and serving juice blends.

A few hours later, the pace begins to slow down a bit and I have a chance to look around the gym some. I am startled to see Chris there, working out on one of the weight machines. There must be some down time at the studio. I am wondering about what might be happening at the studio when I notice Ace come into the room, and I gasp at the sight of him. He is wearing black bike shorts and a black tank top. He looks totally awesome and very HOTT. He makes his way to a weight bench, loads the weights, and begins his bench press routine. As he raises and lowers the weights, I can see the muscles in his arms contracting. He is incredibly strong. It is all I can do to look away long enough to keep my snack area stocked because I am too distracted, especially since with him lying down on the bench like that, I have a great view of the Ace Hardware. He’s just slammin’!

Ace continues with his other lifts. I am almost glad he hasn’t noticed me, because it allows me to watch without his feeling self-conscious about someone staring. I already knew he had a great body, of course, but seeing him here, with his muscles bulging from the weights he’s lifting, he is just magnificent. His abs are flat and hard, the pecs well developed, his legs strong. Add to all that a patina of sweat, and he is one unbelievable specimen of a man. I sigh deeply and my heart swells with the knowledge that Ace is my lover. I cannot believe how lucky I am.

It’s too bad I am working – or I may have followed him into the men’s locker room and ravaged him in front of everybody. What a man!

I almost feel like I have just enjoyed my own personal peep show, and the thought makes me laugh. I finish up the day in a very good mood indeed!

That night, I am waiting as usual for Ace to come by. I am lounging on the couch, and think back over the afternoon, remembering how really sexy Ace looked today at the gym. I find I am getting pretty hot just thinking of it. As I continue to relax and daydream of Ace, I find my hands running over my own body.

A while later, Ace finally arrives. As soon as I see him, the image of him at the gym comes back into my mind and I smile.

“Hi sweetheart! You look especially happy tonight!” Ace says.

“I am happy. I’ve been daydreaming about you.”

“Well – I’m glad to be on your mind even when I’m away. I like that.”

“Know what I like?” I look teasingly into his eyes as I ask him what my body language is already saying.

“Hmm – I don’t know. What do you like, Maggie?” He grins at me in a way that says he knows exactly what I like.

“Actually, I like to watch you working out at the gym. It makes your body look even sexier than it usually does.”

He looks at me with a smile and a bit of puzzlement.

“I was catering at the gym today, Ace, and saw you and Chris come in for your workout.”

“Why didn’t you say something? I would have been so happy to see you!”

“To be honest, Ace, I just wanted to be able to watch you without you feeling strange about it. Do you have any idea how erotic it was for me to see you like that?”

A huge smile plays over Ace’s face, and he winks at me. “Did it make you hot, Maggie?”

“You better believe it! I couldn’t even wait for you to get here, if you know what I mean.”

“Maggie, I am scandalized,” Ace says as he grins at me mischievously and pulls me close to him. “I hope you have a little of that hotness left for me.”

“It’s all for you, Ace,” I say. Ace picks me up in his strong arms and carries me to the bedroom. He puts me down and we press up against each other, kissing and fondling. We began to undress each other slowly, taking pleasure in seeing our gradual nakedness.

As we stand there, my fingers run over a huge scar on Ace’s chest. He sees me looking at it and tells me that it is a permanent scar he got while playing basketball with his brothers. “But Maggie, this scar is nothing compared to how scarred my heart would be if you ever stop loving me.”

“That will never happen, Ace. I love you with all my heart, my soul, my body.”

Ace kisses me passionately while running his hands all over my body. My legs feel weak. He feels so fantastic up against me and our need becomes urgent.

After making love, Ace walks to the bed and lays me down gently while lying down beside me. He holds me close and kisses my hair, whispering to me of his love.

After a while, Ace says, “You know, I always knew that lifting weights was good for my health, but I had no idea that there were such awesome fringe benefits to it.”

Now that we are back in the atmosphere, we laugh and kiss and love.

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Thanks for the new chapter!! :D

:heartbeat: Loved it! The thought of watching Ace work out... DAMN!! That body is a work of art :10:
:thankyou: for the visuals....anxiously await for MORE :bliss: