Series: Scenes from an Italian Restaurant

Title: Blue Kiss

Author: Carla

Email: cmfloresfd@yahoo.com

Rating: PG-13

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A/N: Takes place about 2 years after the events of Who Needs John Edwards.

"If you were interested in someone else would you tell me?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Would you?"

"Yes, but it's a moot point anyway because I'm not interested in anyone else. The only person I am interested in building a life with is you."

"What if you were sleeping with someone else? Would you tell me that?"

"What's going on?"

"Are you?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Are you!"

"Yes" it came out in a sort of strangled whisper.

"Who?"

"Nobody you know. A friend of mine from school."

"Why?"

"I don't know. It just sort of happened. One minute we're going over some lecture notes and the next…"

"Her tongue is down your throat!"

"His"

"HIS! Jesus."

"Look it's not…it's not serious. It's just about sex. I'm still in love with you, you are "The One", no one else just you."

"And I'm supposed to believe you, why?"

"Because it's the truth and I've never lied to you."

"How long?"

"How long what?"

"How. Long. Have. You. Been. Fucking. Around. How long?"

"After spring break. We only slept together a few times."

"Define few."

"I don't know five maybe six times."

"And then you came home to my bed. You slept with me in my bed…please tell me that you at least showered afterwards."

"I'm sorry. I made a mistake."

"Yeah you did, a big one at that."

"Now what?"

"I don't know."

"I love you. I don't want to lose you… not because of this."

"You should have thought of that before you `fell' into bed with your little friend."

"You're right I should have. But I didn't so where does that leave us?"

"Well that leaves you sleeping on the couch tonight and for the foreseeable future."

"Okay. I can handle that."

They sat in silence for quite some time before the blonde stood up, retied her robe and began walking in the direction of the bedroom.

"Where are you going?"

"To bed…Alone."

"Honey…"

"Don't. I'm so angry right now I could…I feel like smacking you, you know that?"

"I'm sorry."

"So am I. I'm sorry that I ever moved out here to this God forsaken hell hole for you."

"Don't say that."

"Why not it's true. I hate it here. It's always fucking cold and I hate snow, skiing is overrated. I miss California, my friends and my life there. I miss the beach…I miss going to the beach with you, watching you play in the water…" the blonde woman's voice drifted off as the feeling that she had revealed just how deeply she still cared for her lover overcame her.

"I miss that too."

"How could you have done this to me, to us?"

"Curiosity killed the cat."

"Curiosity, curiosity…what kind of crappy excuse is that."

"A valid one…" now her lover's voice began to rise "I've never been with a guy. I've wondered what it would be like and Scott is a sweet guy, a nice guy and he understands that he and I are just…"

"What really pisses me off here is that you could have spoken to me about this. I don't like that you lied and went behind my back. I deserve better than that."

"I never lied to you. I just never told you but it's not like you ever asked until now."

"I shouldn't have to ask dammit so stop playing semantics. You always do that when you feel cornered that much I've learned about you these last few years."

"I don't need you to play junior therapist with me save that for your clients. You always do that try to analyze me and everything I do, I hate it. I don't need you to be my therapist I need you to be my girlfriend."

"Apparently not enough to keep you out of someone else's bed. Now I'm going to sleep we can talk some more about this tomorrow."

"Please don't we always promised that we wouldn't go to bed angry with each other."

"Yes but we also promised each other to be faithful. Or at least I recall promising you that in front of our families and our friends."

"I remember how could I forget?" The blonde snorted. Her voice dripping with venom she answered.

"My question exactly. After four and a half years together how could you forget?" she snapped her fingers " POOF. Just like that you forgot or are you going to tell me that you were thinking of me every time. I certainly hope not."

"You're right…so right. But answer me this if I had come to you and said "There's this guy, I'm attracted to him and I think he's interested too and I'd like to sleep with him." What would you have done, what would you have said?"

"I would have said let's talk about it, it's not so much that you slept with him…though I have to say that you surprised me there… anyway it's not that you slept with him. It's that you went behind my back. I won't lie to you and say that I would have been happy to hear that you wanted to sleep with someone else. But it's your body to share with whomever you choose…and I understand about curiosity. Really I do. I just…I never…since you" she ran a hand through fine blonde hair sighing as she did so then continued "Since you there hasn't been anybody else for me there hasn't been a need. I thought you felt the same way. I guess that was pretty stupid of me huh?"

"No not stupid you had every right thinking that. I should have said differently. I should have talked to you. I'm sorry I promi…"

"Don't, don't promise me that it won't ever happen again. You've already proven to me that your word isn't as good as I thought it was. You say you're sorry and I believe you. You say it won't happen again and I WANT to believe you but I'm afraid it's not that easy. You're going to have to prove that one to me by your actions."

"Does that mean you still want to be with me, `cause I still want to be with you. That never changed" anxious brown eyes sought out hazel ones.

"For better or worse right?"

"For better or worse."

"Let's hope this is the worst it ever gets."

"I love you."

"Do you?"

"God yes. Scott, my sleeping with him doesn't change that. I love you."

"Tomorrow you'll tell him, no more. Please?"

"I'll call him right now if you'd like."

"That's up to you I'm going to bed. I'm wiped out."

"What about…"

"Don't give me the puppy eyes. It's not going to work. Get used to the couch it will be your bed for the next couple of days at least."

"Well um could I have my pillow then."

"I'll bring it out and some sheets and a blanket too."

"I love you."

"I love you too. I'm disappointed angry and hurt but I still love you."

The blonde began walking down the hallway towards the bedroom stopping in the doorway to answer one last question.

"Marcelene?"

"Yes"

"You really don't like New York?"

"I really don't."

"One more year and then we can go home."

"You don't get it do you Samantha-mine?" she sighed.

"I guess not."

"Home is wherever you are. New York Los Angeles or some scuzzy youth hostel in Europe; it doesn't matter because you are my home. So `Yes' I don't like NY all that much but it's bearable because you're here."

"Truth is I'm not all that crazy about it either."

"Good then it won't be an issue when you're done with school. We can move back to California or anyplace else with sunlight and two, maybe three, seasons, one of which isn't winter."

"It's a deal."

"I'll bring your pillow and some sheets out in a minute."

"Okay. Thanks."