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I can't tell you how much I appreciate your help.
The story takes place at the very end of the third season
episode, "Elaine's Old
Friend," in which Elaine tells an old friend from high
school about a fictional fantastic boyfriend, and then the friend
suggests the two couples go on a double-date. To save Elaine
from admitting that she has no boyfriend, Alex volunteers to play
the part . . . and his acting is WAY too good. He romanced
Elaine with sweet nothings, held her close while they were dancing,
and kissed her . . . and then claimed that it was all an act.
At the scene where "Two" starts, Elaine has admitted that
Alex's words and actions made her feel extremely attracted to him
all evening, and that she wouldn't have felt that way if everything
he did hadn't been for real. Alex is desperately denying that
his words and actions were anything more than a part he played.
"So you felt nothing when you
kissed me?" Elaine demanded.
Alex started to feel claustrophobic and even a little panicky.
Watch." He took her by the shoulders and gently kissed
The broke contact, and Alex said, "See? Nothing."
Elaine pursed her lips and fixed the man before her with a strong
She's not buying it, Alex thought.
"You don't feel a thing when I do this -- ." Elaine kissed
Alex with unrestrained passion, and he felt the floor beneath him
drop away. He was standing on thin air and despite his fear of
divulging his true feelings -- to her and to himself -- he couldn't
stop from kissing her back with equal enthusiasm.
When their lips parted again the expression on Alex's face told
Elaine tales that were more convincing than words could assuage.
The dopey, slightly
confused look was unmistakable: pure animal desire. She smirked in
triumph . . . never wondering if her own face held the same
Alex felt as if he'd had the breath stolen from his lungs. He
cleared his throat a few times and finally managed to utter, "Uh
-- ." He could sense a two-pronged road in front of him,
and he had no idea which avenue he wanted to explore.
Say no, his knee-jerk response instructed him. Tell her that
her kisses *don't* make you feel like your head is no longer
attached to your shoulders; and that right now you are feeling *no*
particular desire to explore every inch of her body.
Or, an oft-unspoken recess of his mind proposed, take a chance.Say
yes. Tell her everything you've kept bottled up for three years.
"Alex?" Elaine asked.
"Yeah," he heard himself say.
"Excuse me?" she asked.
"I mean, um -- ." You've come this far! Don't
chicken out now! "I mean, yes. I was definitely feeling
. . . something significant . . . when you, ah, kissed me."
"Oh, really? Significant, how?"
"Oh, like . . . well, y'know." He shifted his
footing and half smiled at her.
"No, I have no idea what you're talking about," Elaine
"What, you want me to spell it out for you?"
An Archaic smile touched her lips; her composure was astounding.
Alex's face turned serious. "I was feeling like I wasn't
playing a part at all.
That the reason everything I said tonight came out so smoothly was
because I had rehearsed those words in my head a hundred times in
the three years we've known each other."
Elaine was plainly amazed. "Really?" she
"I had no idea . . . even the part about us being 'destined' to
Alex smiled. "Especially that part."
Elaine felt dazed. She suppressed with effort a silly little
smile that was tugging at the corners of her mouth. Was this
_her_ Alex? Her buddy, who -- she had thought -- never once looked
at her as anything more than a co-worker and friend? Who had
never once reciprocated the attraction she had just admitted to
feeling for him? This evening had not turned out to be what
she had expected at all!
Was this why he volunteered to pretend to be my date to begin with?
Is this an admission, or a proposition? Elaine had to know what was
going on in his head, but she knew that this evening was a one-time
event. If they parted right now, this moment would be lost
forever, and tomorrow they would tell themselves to forget that
their respective admissions had ever happened.
"Well -- I, ah . . . " She glanced at the watch on her
wrist. "It's still early . . . can you come inside, so we
can discus this . . ." she paused, the right words todescribe
this evening escaping her. "To discuss everything?"
she finally settled on.
Alex paused, his old reticence kicking in.
Don't be stupid -- this is the opportunity you thought you would
If you leave now, you'll regret for the rest of your life that you
because you were afraid she'd shoot you down.
"Sure," he answered. "I'd like that."
And so ends "Two." I
AM working on a sequal that will appear on this webpage when done.
I'd love to hear what you think (what would you like to see happen
in the sequal?), so please send feedback to firstname.lastname@example.org.