From: AZLMH@ASUACAD.BITNET (Lisa Mae)
Newsgroups: alt.romance.chat
Subject: Re: An invitaiton
Date: 6 Nov 92 22:09:09 GMT
 <92307.225157AZLMH@ASUACAD.BITNET> <03NOV92.11511551.0086@VM1.MCGILL.CA>
Organization: Arizona State University

In article <03NOV92.11511551.0086@VM1.MCGILL.CA>, HDNC@MUSICB.MCGILL.CA
(HDNC000) says:
>
>In article <92307.225157AZLMH@ASUACAD.BITNET> Lisa Mae <AZLMH@ASUACAD.BITNET>
>writes:
>>In article <27OCT92.13693805.0246@VM1.MCGILL.CA>, HDNC000
>><HDNC@MUSICB.MCGILL.CA> says:
>>>
>>>Candle-lit dinner anyone?  The Italian food is in the oven, the wine
>>>on the table, and the music just right!  I am waiting patiently for
>>>you to arrive.......
>>  She arrives at the door, and you invite her in.  Helping her off with
>>her coat, you can't help but compliment her on what she is wearing.
>>It held to her curves and hinted at what could be found.  Her smile seemed
>>to bring sunshine to the whole room, even though the sun had already set
>>a few hours ago.  As you place her coat in the closet, she looks around,
>>"I like your place"
>>"Thank you.  Dinner will be served shortly.  Would you like some wine?"
>>"That would be nice."
>>   You sit on the couch, in front of the warm fire.  After you have been
>>talking for a while a sense of closeness is easily felt.  Little whispers
>>and laughter can be heard, as you enjoy each others company.
>>"I'll have to check on dinner."
>>"Okay," she replies as she smiles up at you.
>>   When you returned, she is curled up on the sofa.  You know that dinner
>>is ready, but she looks so comfortable and relaxed sitting there.
>>Blackjack:
>Seeing how comfortable and warm you are on that sofa I tip-toe back into
>the kitchen and turn the oven down, keeping the food warm.  I return to
>the sitting room with another glass of wine.  Handing it to you, I bend
>down and kiss you lightly on the cheek.  You cuddle up to me as I sit
>next to you.  I rum my fingers through your hair and down your neck as
>we gaze into the fire.  The only noises that can be heard are the
>crackling of the fire, soft backgroung music, and our heartbeats.
>
>A little while later I go back into the kitchen and and ask you to join
>me in the dining room.  The room is dark except for the light of a
>single candle.  As I seat you the chair you notice something in your
>dish -- a single rose.  You bring it to your nose.  I pour us some
>champaine and offer a toast:  "To happiness, that we may always be happy
>and fulfilled"
>
>      <clink>
  They stare into each others eyes as they enjoy their meals.  When dinner
is finished, they retreat to the living room again.  As they settle down
in each others arms upon the couch, they both stare into the fire.  The
drink and cosyness surround the couple in a feeling of contentment.  As she
watches the fire, the flame teases the end of the top log.  Flicking its hot
fingers at the tips of the wood.  And then the tempting fingers of flame
tempt all of the piece of wood, trying to make the whole piece of wood surge
into an inferno of hot flames.  And then it happened, the wood was engulfed
and the flames leaped higer and higher.  The rythmic sounds of the flames
shifting in the wind became intoxicating.  On and on it burned, until there
was only embers left smoltering.
"It's getting late."  She had been so comfortable in his arms, she hadn't
realized it was already past midnight.
"I'll get your coat, and walk you to your car."
"Thank you."
   As they reached the car, he leaned over and gave her the first kiss they
ever shared.
**Fade to black**

...*grin*  It was just a log.  What did you think it was? *wicked grin*
>
>Blackjac.
>Ps.  What did you think about my story?
  It was good.  I like the name too.  And I welcome you to ARC. *hug*
BTW I'm not a member of RFA(?) either.  I'm a member of ARC though.
Lisa
Ariel/Lady Elizabeth
Organization: Masters student, Mechanical Engineering, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA