So, I have unused romantic energies and a habit of writing. I think I will start periodically using them and putting out a completely original short story.. it won't always be romantic, but I think it will be tonight. It will not reflect anything of my past, and any coincidence with anyone is completely coincidental. But... here goes...
Michael stood over the archeological dig, watching from the makeshift tent doorway, as his interns and the local volunteers and professionals were hard at work. It had been a dream and then a dazzling reality and now an albatros of both exhaustion and fear that he had wasted everyone's time. However, finding the cursed snake head diadem of this particular Egyptian princess had escaped so many researchers, before him. Now, he was beginning to think the real curse was the humbling of manly pride. So, he stood and looked, sipping his brandy and reflecting on his life choices that had brought him to this point. But, it had to be leading to something grand..
"She's not out there, you know."
Michael spun to see the source of the words. It was his beautiful but spicy assistant, who was top of her class at her school and was currently the biggest wet blanket on many of his ideas but also the sharpening stone that had brought him to several major steps in his search.
"Who is not out there?"
"The girl that you imagine is worthy of that crown. Whoever it was, she was just a girl in fancy jewelry."
Michael smirked at Michelle's spunky stance and look of contempt. He wouldn't tell her, but that just made her all the more hot to him.
"Well, not all works of beauty need a crown.. true," he admitted. But, the idea of a woman that could command the attention of so many old world men.. now that's a treasure, as I am sure you understand, very well."
Michelle's expression softened, and a smile crossed her face. When she smiled, the light from her eyes completely paralyzed and controlled Michael, such that he knew that he would gladly volunteer to be the puppet in her puppet strings. It would be both his greatest honor and his pleasure to be prized by her.
"Well, a princess DOES get to choose who she can command." And, with that, she stepped close to Michael. They had been working together for years, and the tension had finally grown to a boiling point. He wanted to finally feel his touch, more than an occasional brush down her back on a dig site, even though that had caused her to almost forget her name.
Michael watched her approach, and the whole world faded. This beautiful and smart princess had captured his attention for so long. Her beauty, grace, intelligence, and drive was so thrilling. He moved forward into her embrace, and kissed her soft and gentle lips. And, at that moment, nothing else mattered. All the stress just melted away, as his pulse quickened and his body responded to her body against his. He pulled her close to him, brushing her side on the way down her exciting body. She quivered at his touch but leaned into him.
Joy... passion.. peace.. pleasure all melted together into the knowledge that a NEW adventure had just begun, and, whatever course it may take, he knew this would be a worthy footnote and moment in his journey through the past to discover the future.
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