From: artemis@cwis.unomaha.edu (Gina Ritter)
Subject: Castle -- Elo and Fenwyck:  "More than just mindless fluff!"
Organization: University of Nebraska at Omaha
Date: Tue, 13 Oct 1992 16:33:07 GMT


	Fenwyck slammed the door and turned to Elo.  "Well.  I never 
thought we'd get ridda *them*!"
	"Yeah ... yeah,"  Elo wandered aimlessly about the kitchen, not
really looking at him.  He motioned at her.
	"C'mere."
	"Huh?"
	"You promised me a hug."
	"Oh!"  Elo giggled.  "Um, that I did, huh?"  She giggled again,
ruffling the back of her head with her hand.  "Hm ... um ..."
	"Ya know,"  Fenwyck said, looking at her amusedly,  "ya really
don't have to hug me if you don't want to."
	"That's the problem."  She blinked at him, wishing his eyes
weren't so darned amber.  "I do.  Very much so."
	"Oh."  He bit his lip, looking uncertain.  "You do."
	"Uh-huh."  She stepped back ever so slightly, breaking into an
almost hysterical grin.
	"Wow.  Me too.  I mean ... I'd like to hug you too.  Very 
much so."
	He wanted ... She wanted ... Why the heck not?  She held out
her arms.  "Well hug me, you goober!"
	He blinked hard and grabbed her.  She eeped softly, stiff and
wide-eyed.  Her arms inched around Fenwyck as she gradually relaxed,
smiling gently.  He slipped his hand up her back to her neck, beneath
her hair.  "Elo,"  he said softly.  She opened her eyes, barely.  "How
ya doing, Elotheria?"
	"Oh ... okay."  She smiled dreamily up at him.  "You?"
	"Uh ... okay.  Say ... Would you ... Nah, I'm not gonna even
say it."  He ducked, blushing.
	"What?  Say what?"
	"Would ya mind terribly if I wa to ..."  He stroked her hair up
from her neck,  "... kiss you?"
	Something in the back of her mind protested vehemently, and 
instantly died an agonizing death.  "Why would I mind?"
	"Just askin',"  Fenwyck said, and, quite abruptly, kissed her 
on the cheek.  Elo's arms tightened around him and she was about to 
eep again when his lips brushed hers.
	!  She might have had a coherent thought a moment ago, but 
now ...  Part of her wanted him to let her go, but it was a very teeny
part really ...  So when he did pull away, she was disappointed.  More
disappointed than she should have been, really.  She blinked at him
dazedly.  "... Fen?"
	"Awh, shoot."  He stepped back, laughing.  "Awh shoot.  I 
really shouldn't have done that."
	Now wait one minute here.  "Why not?"
	"I mean ... gods, Elo!"  He laughed again.  "I barely *know* you!"
	"Yeah, so?"
	"So ... uh ..."  He frowned.  "I never meant to do that.  It
just sorta happened.  I'm sorry."
	Damn.  He regretted ... he hadn't really wanted to ...  Her 
ears drooped.  She took a deep, slow breath and turned around, 
whispering,  "Hm.  Yes, well ... I'm sorry, too."
	"Yeah.  Darn it."  She heard him approach.  Fenwyck took her by 
the shoulders and turned her gently to face him.  He blinked hard. 
"Darn it."  He took her hands and drew her to him.  Before she could
think to eep, he kissed her again.
	It was kinda silly, Elo thought vaguely, to do something one 
didn't really want to do.  Oh, well.  If he regretted it later ...
rather than sooner ... that was OK.  "Fen."  She pulled very slightly
away to look at him.  It was almost as if she had never really looked
at him before, not really.  "Fen ..."
	"Golly."  He held her away, smiling not at all maliciously.
"You're not bad."
	"Not ... bad?"  Confusion flitted across her face as she 
wondered whether to giggle or get very, very pissed.
	"Well, yeah.  Not bad."  He was still smiling, his eyes a shade
of golden amber that would have left her breathless if she wasn't 
nearly so confused ... Still, she did feel kinda weird.  He closed
his eyes, shaking his head.  "Is that bad?"
	He was confused.  He was just as flummoxed, just as unnerved
as she was.  He didn't really regret this -- he just wanted to.  She
laughed unevenly, squeezing Fenwyck and grinning.  "No, that's not bad.
Not bad at all."
	"Uh ... cool."  Fenwyck let her go and stepped back, grinning.
"What say we ... uh ... write up them notes?"
	"What notes?  Oh.  The Noel and Meghin notes."  She sighed.  
"I suppose."  She sighed again.  He smiled at her.
	"And maybe afterwards, we could ... *talk* some?"
	"Yeah."  Elo giggled.  "Maybe."   


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		ATTENTIONIES ALL YOU CASTLE FOLKS!
As you may or may not know, Meghin (the Demon Hunting Baby Priest)
has only very recently been reunited with her intended, Noel (the 
Sheep-boy from Heck).  However, they have had very little time 
or courage to just sit down and ... you know ... *talk*.  (Well, not
like they don't talk, but *you* *know*.)  So they are now out on
a forced picnic, planned by your truely and Lady Elaine.  (Thankies
Lady Elaine!)  They are probably at the lily pond, knowing them.
Please try not to intrude on them or anything.  They have lots to
*talk* about.
				Thankies again, 
				Elo and Fenwyck
  
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Gina Ritter			----^_^----			Di Atkinson
artemis@cwis.unomaha.edu			  dementia@cwis.unomaha.edu
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