Child’s play no more

By: Hollydream

I had always loved Roy for as long as I could remember. During childhood, puberty, my teenage years... My brother brought him home on a cold day in December when I was 8 and Roy was 12. I had been enthralled with him. He had always been so captivating, so charismatic. I knew then that he was something truly special.

But much to my despair, Roy never saw me as anything but Eric's little sister. And so, I stood on the sidelines and watched as Roy dated, and dated and then dated some more. I don't know if I would call him a womanizer for he didn't treat women as pawns. Roy treated everyone he went out with, with respect but he did date quite a bit. I'm not quite sure if Roy ever knew how I felt although it must have been obvious, me following him around with puppy dog eyes.

As the years progressed and all of us got older, I saw less and less of Roy. More so, when he became an actor and started making movies. We were all so proud of him when he got his first part. Then La Femme Nikita came along. So obviously Roy was a busy man so it surprised me a little when I had a message from him on my machine. And when I called Roy back. I went partly into shock.

"Hello?"

"Hi Roy. It's Shannon. You called?"

"Yes! I wanted to ask if you'd be my date to a party the producers of 'Nikita' are throwing. It's required for us to be there."

"What?" The phone slipped out of my hand and dropped to the floor and I hurriedly picked it back up.

Roy had already started talking.

"--Broke up with Jayne and I need a date. I talked to your brother and he suggested calling you. How about it?"

"Sure. I'd love to help you out Roy." Butterflies started flying in my stomach.

"Thanks Shannon. I'll pick you up tomorrow, say 7 o clock?"

"That would be great."

"See you then. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and leaned against the wall. I had a lot to do between then and tomorrow night. To make myself beautiful for...Roy... :)

THE FOLLOWING EVENING

When we walked into the hotel where the party was being held, at first my breath was taken away. It was beautiful. A ballroom filled with dangling lights, loud music and lots of people. Roy held my arm by the elbow and walked up to Peta Wilson, his co-star of the show.

"Roy..." She drawled in her Aussie accent.

Roy said his hello's to her and introduced me.

"This is my date this evening. Shannon Wilson."

Peta shook my hand heartily and whispered to me "Keep an eye on this one."

I blushed and replied "I'll do my best."

After that, Roy lead me to the table where we would be sitting at. After I put my purse in my chair, he looked at me.

"Care to dance?" A smile was forming on his lips.

"I'd love to." I took his hand and we went to the dance floor.

The music that was playing was a fast number and soon Roy and I were laughing all over the place. He was doing some "fancy" moves that I'd never seen before and I was trying hard to keep up. Of course we did get some looks from some of the other dancing couples but we didn't care...

"That sure takes a lot out of you." Roy said breathing hard. I nodded in agreement.

Just then... Slow music started playing. Roy took me into his arms and I felt like I was in heaven. Our bodies were almost melted against each other and I hoped that he didn't notice my flushed cheeks. The song ended all to soon and we were all called to our seats.

The next two hours we had to listen to speeches about La Femme Nikita and how they decided to make it a TV series, etc, etc. It sounds like it should have been interesting, but it was not... I felt every 60 seconds of every minute and by looking at Roy he did too. When his head dropped over slightly and I heard his heavy breathing mixed in with an occasional soft snore, I took a grape, made sure no one was watching and threw it at his head.

That did the trick. Roy's head came flying up and he looked at me while I looked the other way instantly. A second later I looked back at him and gasped. In his hand, Roy had a small cherry tomato and he was throwing it at...me.... I ducked...And not a moment to soon. But the tomato hit the person behind me... A woman in a white dress...the dress was very low and the tomato landed...in her cleavage area.

My eyes opened wide and I had to work hard at concealing a giggle. The woman gave Roy a dirty look and he nodded his apology then looked at me as a laugh erupted from him. Shortly after that incident it was time for Roy to take me home. We went to his car and he drove away.

As Roy led me to my front door, I deliberated on whether I should ask him in or not. I decided against it when I realized that he had to be on the set of La Femme Nikita at 6 am and it was already past one.

"Roy..."

"Shannon..."

We both laughed lightly.

"Go ahead." He prompted me.

"I just wanted to say that I had a really nice time with you tonight."

"So did I Shannon. You made the evening fun."

Roy stood next to me and his head came closer and closer toward mine. It seemed like slow motion. His lips were so soft and my own lips melted against his. The kiss started out gentle, then had a little more urgency in it. Roy broke away abruptly and the two of us looked at each other. His gaze seemed almost confused, unsure.

"I...better be going." Roy said at last.

"Yeah. Goodnight Roy." I shifted almost uncomfortably.

"Goodnight."

As he walked back to his car, I had the desire to run after him and ask him to stay. I'd give anything to spend the night in his arms.

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A week had passed and I never heard from Roy. Honestly, I wasn't too surprised. We had a nice time. That was it. At least in his eyes that was it... In mine... It was a fairytale that partly came true. But now it was worse. I knew what it felt like to be kissed by him. To be so close. To smell his aftershave. To feel the heat of his body...

The doorbell rang and I shook my head to clear away the thoughts of Roy. I looked at the clock and was a little surprised. It was after 11 p.m.. Who could it be? I peeked out the window and saw....Roy. I opened the door and started to say something but Roy put a finger up to my lips.

"Shannon...Wait... I want to talk to you first." He dropped his hand and went on. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for not calling you. This week I tried to forget about you. The feelings I had... They didn't seem right for me to be feeling. But it hasn't worked. I've thought about you nonstop. I..I..really don't know what I'm doing here. I just had to tell you that...and to see you.."

For a moment I stood there, looking at him with wide eyes.

"I don't know what to say." I cleared my throat.

"It's ok... I should go."

"No." The word was spoken firmly and I was surprised at myself.

I walked up to him and kissed him. A few moments later we broke away.

"We shouldn’t." Roy said, brushing a piece of hair away from my face.

"Why not?" I asked softly, gazing at him with what I knew was a somewhat adoring gaze.

"You're my best friend's little sister. I grew up with you." He answered, kissing the nape of my neck.

"So?" I breathed.

"I have a feeling your brother wouldn’t approve." Roy whispered against my ear.

I pushed him away and looked him straight in the eye.

"Since when have I needed my brothers approval? We're both adults and we're human Roy. Let's give in to our desires..."

I kissed him again and it was returned with such passion that my head started spinning. Our tongues swirled together with a reckless abandon and so much heat radiated from our bodies, I'm surprised that no alarms sounded off.

I can't even begin to tell you how wonderful it was to wake up in Roy's arms. He held me so tightly against him and I felt so safe. I could've stayed there for hours longer but instead, I carefully shrugged out of his embrace. Roy stirred slightly and I brushed his cheek with the back of my hand. My eyes grazed over his face, his lips, his nose, his closed eyes...

Tearing myself away, I walked into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. I hated the stuff but it did get me awake in the morning and I knew Roy liked it. I sat down and sighed. It was 7:30 am. I estimated that we had gone to bed around four. Suddenly I blushed. Roy was a magnificent lover. I let my thoughts keep me company until I heard footsteps behind me.

"Morning." I whispered, holding a steaming cup of coffee.

"Hi." The word was spoken awkwardly and Roy put a hand clumsily on my shoulder.

"Have a seat?"

He sat across from me and we looked at each other. I took a deep breath and began.

"Do you....regret last night?"

"No...Not at all..." Roy smiled at me and I felt better.

"Neither do I..." I said softly.

"I do have to go though... I'm late to work. I'm sure they'll chew me out plenty... But it will be worth it."

I stood up.

"Let me walk you to your car."

He smiled again. "Ok."

When we got to the curb, Roy wrapped his arms around me and we kissed. The kiss went on and on and I lost myself. It wasn't until I heard a

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" that I realized we had probably given the neighbors quite a show.

Roy and I both turned to see who the owner of the voice belonged to. It was my brother.

"Care to explain?" Eric said, fixing Roy with a look that could boil a pot of water.

I held Roy's arm tightly. We were all adults. But when Eric didn't approve of something... usually there was hell to pay...

"We were--" Roy started to say.

"Oh I know exactly what you were doing." Eric came between us and pushed us apart.

My eyes lit on fire. My body trembled. How could my brother do this?

"My sister? My baby sister? Couldn't you find some other woman to have a good time with? You go through women like oreos. How could you do this to me?"

Roy sighed and sat back on his car. He had a lot of thinking to do... And as for me. I eyed my brother, opened my mouth and began to speak...

TO BE CONTINUED...