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    Walking After You ch. 10

    Story written on October 21, 2009 by 7PM.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=74424
    Author Notes:

    Interlude with Alice and Dana, to show us how it’s done.

    "So I’m a fine replacement for your cat."

    "Oh no, Alice. No one can ever replace Mr. Piddles."

    "Aaargh!" Alice threw up her hands and started pacing. Dana stared up at her, bemused.

    "Well what is it? I don’t get your question! You’re asking why I’m happy? I just am!"

    "How? How can you be happy when our house has crappy peeling paint and cracked dinnerware. And mismatched cutlery! How can you be happy when you’re going nowhere with your career?! When you’re not serious," Alice made air quotes around ‘serious’, "enough to play in the big leagues?!"

    "Alice, you’re hung over. You always get um, confused when you’re hung over. Come here." Dana patted the bed gently. Alice sat down in a huff.

    "Do you want me to run by that Turkish deli and see if it’s open? I’ll bring you a falafel sandwich, how does that sound, hm?"

    Alice leaned her head against Dana’s upper arm. Dana stroked the wildly dishevelled hair.

    "I’d like that." Alice muttered softly.

    "Okay. Or how about you get into some running clothes and you run with me. How about it?"

    "Um, Dana, I’m not that confused."

    Dana laughed and kissed Alice forehead. "Worth a try."

    Alice laughed and kissed Dana back. Her lips lingered on Dana’s, wondering how cracked dishes and moldy sinks balanced against the hot warm mouth on hers and the pair of strong arms around body.

    "Dana," Alice murmured while tracing Dana’s bicep muscles with one finger, "you know even if you’re 176th to the rest of the world, to me you’re seeded number 1."

    "I know baby. I always win with you."

    Alice smiled, feeling strong and sure, ready to face her editor. She decided to present a new story idea, one that she had been playing around with for quite a while. She wanted to pitch "The top 10 Psychics in America". Oh, that reminded her…

    "Hey Dane, go run now and hurry home. But don’t forget my falafel. I need to talk to you about this premonition I had. Oh, I need to call Shane and see if she’s still alive this morning…"

    Dana watched Alice walk out of the bedroom, laughing quietly. She loved how Alice thought out loud. She loved everything about Alice.

    Hm. Must be why I’m happy.

    Dana stretched out her back and followed Alice but moved past her and out the door. She had a falafel sandwich to get. She hoped, more than she had hoped for anything so far, that the falafel deli was already open.

    TBC

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