* The Song for this post is "The Boy is Mine" by Brandy & Monica . I think it's pretty self explanatory this time lol. Enjoy!*
Crimson went to bed after Hank left, but she did not sleep easy. His scent lingered on the sheets, and she was enveloped in it. She tossed and turned endlessly. When at last sleep took her, she dreamed of Hank. Wonderful vivid dreams that seemed so real. Crimson thought she could feel his strong arms around her, feel the fire his lips ignited as the moved down her body. She awoke with a gasp, covered in her own sweat, the sheets tangled at her feet.
When she had calmed her racing heart, she did the only thing she knew she could do. She called Hank. Still flushed with excitement Crimson stupidly blurted out something about one day having Hank's child."I can't believe I said that!" Crimson thought, furious with herself. "He's going to brush me off now for sure"
She was shocked when Hank did not hang up the phone. In fact he didn't even seem shocked. He laughed heartily and said they would make beautiful children. Crimson felt the last gate guarding her heart tumble down.
Crimson hastily swept away the chess pieces, and ran for a cab. As she was walking up to Hanks door, she passed the competition herself. She tried to bite her tongue but was unable to control her anger.
"Hey Lady" she hissed, walking ever closer to her rival "Stay away from my Hank. He's spoken for."
"I would hate for you to have an accident messing around with another woman's man..." She trailed off, letting the unspoken threat hang in the air. She strode up to the door, leaving Fiona to ponder just what had happened.
"Well, at least now she knows the truth" she thought smugly as Fiona screamed at Hank.
"You think you're better than my Hank?" she screamed "You're not fit to clean his jock strap"
"Hey Numbers boy! What the five fingers say to the face?? SLAP *Mwaahah*" Crimson laughed evilly.
"Man, this place really does need a woman's touch! Look at all this dust!" Crimsons mind wandered a little
"I love you, Hank Goddard" she said. And she no longer felt any doubt. This was true love. What she felt for Hank was beautiful, and pure. This was the kind of love longed for through out the ages. Crimson knew it in that very second. She loved him with all her heart and soul, and would always love him. Nothing could turn her away from him
"I thought we were just having some fun" he thought aloud, half in wonder at this sensation pulling at his heart. Crimson's face crumbled, but she tried to be brave. She wandered out to the kitchen , and Hank followed her. She tried again to hold him. She thought perhaps if she just held him in her arms and kept silent this time they could recapture the magic of earlier.
She started at the feel of his hand, but he wouldn't let her get away. Grasping her firmly and forcing her to look into his eyes he took a deep and prepared to speak. "Crimson Rayne, I can see myself falling in love with you. Maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow. But when you look at me like that, I know I could love you if you give me the chance. I'll never stop trying to make you happy" He said, meaning every word.
It wasn't what she wanted to hear, but it was enough. She was crazy for this man, and the mere touch of him made her weak. Once again they crawled into Hank's bed, and spared not a thought for safety.
She awoke feeling slightly queasy and ran for the bathroom downstairs. As she threw up she thought back to last nights passionate romp, and she knew deep down what was happening.