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Blue Christmas

Soft leather, lined with cashmere. Dave fingered the gloves, closed his eyes and tried to imagine the joy on her face when she saw them. It wouldn't come, the joy. All he could see was the accusations, the face twisted with anger, the petulant lips that refused to touch his again. His brow furrowed in concentration.

"Dave?"

He smelled her perfume, and knew it was Lisa who spoke before he even opened his eyes. He flushed slightly at the intrusion on his pain. Before he could speak, she continued.

"Last minute shopping too?" she asked with a smile.

His voice was gravelly, "Something like that." He forced a smile, the gloves still in his hand. "Or an escape from boredom."

Her silvery laugh washed over him, "You? Bored? How could you be bored with the company you keep? Doesn't Ric keep you supplied with a laugh a minute?" She stepped closer conspiratorially, lowered her voice to a whisper, "Are you saying you're tired of hearing about the making of the Game?"

He chuckled in spite of himself, "You're as naughty as you ever were."

"Some things never change," she informed him. Her eyes strayed down to the gloves in his hand. "Those are gorgeous," she paused then looked up at him through her lashes, "I bet they'd keep hands warm on a cold day in Virginia."

A muscle tensed in his jaw, and he nodded, set them back on the display. He looked at his watch as she picked the gloves up, tried one on.

"Mmmm," her eyes closed, a dreamy look covered her features. "These i are /i warm."

"Were you here doing last minute shopping, or shopping for yourself Ms Vixen," he asked playfully.

She peeled the gloves off, and set them back on the display. "Shopping for family," she said with a grimace. "I know better than to buy extravagant things for myself."

He grunted, picked the gloves up again and headed to the counter to purchase them. Lisa browsed behind him, watching as he bantered with the clerk. When he rejoined her he arched a brow and said,

"Do you have time for a coffee?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she said with a warm smile.

The air outside was crisp, and the sun shone brightly. The found a table on the edge of the outdoor eating area, sipped their coffee in silence for a time. At last, she set her cup down and leaned back in her chair, studying him.

"Seems like a hundred years ago since we were back in Louisville," she said softly.

He hunched forward, his arms resting on the edge of the table. "Seems like a hundred years, but if we went back it would be like nothing ever changed. Class, watching tapes, shows, watching Cornette explode on a daily basis."

"Good times," she said softly. "The routine was good, the camaraderie was better."

"You miss those days?" he asked softly. He set his empty cup on the table, and folded his hands together, still leaning toward her.

"Certain parts," she replied coyly.

Idly he rubbed his thumb over the fingers of his left hand. The ring had left a ridge, a patch that was sensitive to the touch yet. She watched him, trying to read the emotions on his face.

"What happened?" she said at last.

He seemed almost startled as he looked up, pulled his hands apart almost guiltily.

"Come on Dave," she chided him. "This is Lisa you're talking to. Don't try to hide it from me, something's changed."

After leaving OVW they'd grown apart. It wasn't a bitter breakup, more something that they both acknowledged was the way things were. Theirs was a transient life, you came and went, took pleasure where you could, and didn't mourn the loss when it was gone. That he'd succumbed and found someone outside the industry to fall in love with had been his curse. He knew Lisa had too, and that it had ended in equal despair.

"I don't," he said, "Can't talk about it."

"I understand Dave," she said, moved closer and laid her hands over his. "You know it's not gloating, or morbid curiosity. It's just me, someone who cared about you very deeply once. And," she continued softly, "Still does care about you."

He unloosed his hands, and took her hands in his. His guard dropped momentarily so she could see the pain in his eyes. "Too much, not enough." He shrugged. "It's hard to keep things going when one of you is not around all the time."

She bit her lip and nodded. "It's hard," she said, "When someone wants. Needs."

"I need," he said so softly she almost didn't hear.

"We all need," she whispered. She bent closer, her lips just barely brushing his.

"I can't Lise," he groaned. "I can't expect things from you because of what we shared in the past."

"You can Dave," she replied. Her forehead rested against his. "Not for old time's sake, but simply because there's a part of my heart that will always be yours. A part that makes no demands, that has no expectations. A part that longs for you." She paused, then whispered, "A part that needs."

His hands tightened on hers. She brushed her lips over his cheek, breathed in the scent of his cologne.

"Lise..."

Together they walked the short distance back to the hotel. There was no awkwardness between them, it was almost as if they'd peeled back time and were once again as they had been so many years ago. He took her to his room.

Coats were shed, and then slowly articles of clothing. Each touch elicited a moan, each kiss a shiver. He sat on the edge of the bed, and she straddled him. She stroked him as he rained kisses over her breasts, tangled his fingers in her hair. When she settled over him he groaned, gripped her hips tightly and held her against him. Without dislodging himself, he flipped her around on her back, thrust into her slowly at first, building to a wild crescendo. One that ended in a white-hot conflagration.

"This," she said breathlessly as she curled against him trembling, "Is what I miss the most."

His arms wrapped tightly around her, he nuzzled against her mouth, "What's that?"

She slid against him, tipped her head back and looked up at him. "The aftermath."

He chuckled. "There's plenty more where this came from."

As much as they both wanted to stay wrapped together, rekindle the fires, there was a show that night. After they were dressed again, he handed her the bag containing the gloves.

"Happy Christmas Lisa."

"Oh Dave," she smiled happily, raised up to kiss him again. "Thank you."

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