http://clampfix.fanworks.net/re-fix/b-side.txt </head><body><pre>'Anatomy of a Kiss' "Lantis..." I frame his beloved face with my trembling hands. I didn't even think, let alone worry about the consequences. I place my lips against his--everything else is pure sensation. Warmth. Firmness. Moisture. Maleness. All my imaginings seem to fade in comparison to the reality of the kiss. I find myself utterly lost in the warmth of his breath, the firmness of his lips, the moist pleasure of his tongue, and the taste of him... then it was over. He roughly pushes me away, tearing his mouth from under my own--effectively ending the kiss. "I'm sorry, Eagle. So very sorry," he says, his blue-violet eyes filled with pity. Regrets. I have a few of those myself, but this is definitely not one of those. Kissing him is not something I could ever regret doing. Ever. I'm just sorry that he doesn't feel the same way any more. _I love you, Lantis._ The words stick in my throat as he continues to watch me with those impossibly beautiful eyes. _Is it possible for you to find it in your heart to love me more than her?_ Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Such a silly question, really. I would've laughed at the sheer stupidity of it all if only I didn't hurt so badly. * * * It was a dark and stormy night... Nah, it was dark because someone was too lazy to bother with the lights, and for the record, it just happened to be well past midnight already... but yes, there was a hell of a thunderstorm raging outside... Well, one out of three ain't that bad, right? The fanfic writer sniffled as he re-read the last scene. "This is going to be one of my greatest masterpieces yet!" he crowed, pushing back a pair of wire-rimmed glasses up his nose. "BWAHAhahaha!" The howling winds rose in cresendo in time with his burst of maniacal laughter. Unfortunately, the entire effect was followed, and ultimately ruined, by a huge yawn from the aforementioned fanfic writer himself. He streched his lanky frame, all the while letting out another voluptuous yawn, and checked the time on his windows taskbar: 2:45 AM. He slouched in his swivel chair and rubbed his eyes. The words on the screen were starting to do the rumba. This could mean only one thing... Time for another caffeine fix. He pried himself from the comfort of his swivel chair--not without great difficulty, mind you--grabbed his empty mug and padded down to the kitchen to fix himself fresh pot of extra strong super deluxe Java coffee. * * * 2:45, 2:46, 2:47... The screensaver started... well, it was supposed to... but then, something entirely different happened. The screen blinked and suddenly crackled with a bluish electric charge. Two hands emerged from the depths of the blank screen and grabbed the edge of the monitor. It was followed by a head with a rather curious expression on its face. "Nice place he's got here," the head said, its eyes taking in the homey feel and lived-in clutter of the attic bedroom. "Eagle, get moving. My shoulders are starting to ache," a voice complained. "Heck, Geo, for a big guy, you sure do whine a lot," Eagle said as he hastily extracted himself from the depths of the blank screen of a 21-inch SVGA Packard Bell Monitor. He accidentally nudged the mouse, prompting the screen to display a text editor window. "Hmmm, let's see... what has he written so far?" He scrolled the text document and started reading from the top. Eagle's expression got darker with every click of the mouse at the scroll bar. The only thing that kept him reading was to see if the next scene was as bad as the previous one. He was dead wrong--it was actually far more worse. His left eyebrow was twitching involuntarily when he finally reached the end of the chapter. "I have had enough of this!!!" he snarled through gritted teeth. He threw himself on the swivel chair, wrapped a white strip of cloth (with the Japanese word for 'Editor' written in red ink) around his forehead and started typing like mad. * * * 'Anatomy of a Kiss' - Eagle Reprise "Oh, Hikaru..." I frame her beloved face with my trembling hands. I didn't even think, let alone worry about the consequences. I place my lips against hers--everything else is pure sensation. Warmth. Softness. Moisture. Sweetness. All my imaginings seem to fade in comparison to the reality of the kiss. I find myself utterly lost in the warmth of her breath, the softness of her lips, the moist pleasure of her tongue, and the sweet taste of her... then it was over. She pushes against my chest, gently tearing her mouth from under my own--effectively ending the kiss. "I'm sorry, Eagle. So very sorry." Regrets. I have a few of those myself, but this is definitely not one of those. Kissing her is not something I could ever regret doing. Ever. I'm just sorry that she doesn't feel the same way. What can I say? _I love you, Hikaru._ Bet Lantis never got around to telling her THAT. _Is it possible for you to find it in your heart to love me more than him?_ Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Such a silly question, really. I would've laughed at the sheer stupidity of it all if only I didn't hurt so badly. * * * The fanfic writer gripped his mug of extra strong super deluxe Java coffee as he stared at the screen in horror. He took a long swallow of the scalding brew before letting out a barbaric yawl. "Aarrgghh!!!" "Hey! Mind keeping it down? That howling of yours is enough to wake the dead," Eagle groggily muttered as he got up from the bed. "YOU!" The fanfic writer pointed an accusing finger at Eagle. "You did this--" he pointed at the screen, then turned his attention back to Eagle, "--didn't you?!" "And 'bout time I did something about it, too!" Eagle replied, crossing his arms against his chest. "There's NO way I'm doing a lip-lock with Mr. No-Personality." "I heard that, Eagle--" a disembodied voice warned from the monitor. "Eeeep!" The fanfic writer scuttled away from the monitor as the screen blinked once again. A blinding light engulfed the entire room. When the light finally faded, Lantis was standing in the room with them. "Wow." Eagle snorted and muttered under his breath, "Show- off." "--and that revision of yours is totally unacceptable!" Lantis coldly stated without preamble. "I absolutely agree!" the fanfic writer seconded, thankful to have somebody on his side. Eagle batted his eyelashes at Lantis. "You mean, you'd rather I kiss you instead?!" Lantis' face immediately twisted in disgust while that of the writer beamed with rapture. "NO!" "Ohh, YES!" they both shouted at the same time. Lantis managed an icy sidelong glance, forcing the fanfic writer to back away. Eagle walked over to the computer and plopped down on the swivel chair, "Then I don't see a problem." he said with quiet gravity, making a steeple with his hands as he swiveled on the swivel chair. "Of course there's a problem! YOU are my PROBLEM!" the fanfic writer ranted. "What gives you the right to tamper with MY story!" "The right to choose?" Eagle casually reached into the screen and pulled out... "Hikaru!" Lantis started, only to stop in mid-stride when Eagle put up a barrier. "What am I doing here, Eagle?" she asked, fidgeting in her seat. It did not take her long to figure out just exactly what, or rather who, she was sitting on. Blushing quite prettily she managed to whisperingly ask, "And why am I sitting on your lap?" "I just need your help for a short demonstration," he whispered back. "Oh." Hikaru caught Lantis' cold gaze, causing her blush to turn a few shades darker. "As I was saying," Eagle turned to address the fanfic writer, "who in their right mind would want to hug an ice block like him," he jerked a thumb at Lantis, "when they could cuddle up to a cute huggable li'l redhead like her?" he crooned, giving Hikaru a hearty squeeze. "Ummm... Eagle, I can't breathe," she squeaked. Eagle immediately loosened his hold and grinned. "Sorry, guess I got a little carried away." Lantis silently fumed. Looking at him, you would not have guessed that he was sorely pissed. But the crimson aura starting to glow around him told Eagle otherwise. "Eagle..." There was definitely a note of warning in his arctic tone. "Hikaru-chan, I think you'd better go back now," Eagle said, fondly tucking a wayward curl behind her ear. Hikaru turned to wave at the man standing beyond the barrier. "Bye, Lantis." Eagle helped her slip back inside the monitor. "Bye, Eagle," she said, giving him a worried look from beyond the screen, "And I do wish you'd stop provoking Lantis." "Oh, Hikaru..." Eagle's expression turned somber as he framed her face with his hands. (C'mon! You know what happened next!) -= End =- ==========================================================</pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>