Ah, home at last! Claude Frollo stood oh-so-close to me as
I unlocked my front door. He kept nuzzling my neck, sniffing my hair,
and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. We barely got in the door when
Claude suddenly clasped me tightly to him, kissing me deeply and
hungrily. I could feel my head spinning, my knees beginning to weaken,
such a rush of emotion coursing through my body...
When we came up for
air, Claude held me at arms' length and gazed into my eyes.
"Oh Danisha...I
didn't mean to come on so
strongly, darling", he said tenderly. "It's just that it has been so long
since I, since
we..."
I knew what was on his mind, and, trying to steer things in
another direction, said, "Baby, I know it's been a long time, but can we
get settled first?"
Claude softly laughed, "One step at a time, my
love?"
I
joined in his laughter and asked, "Are you hungry, sugar? I know you haven't
eaten yet, and I have some really good barbeque I bought this afternoon.
Sweet and spicy, just the way you like it."
Claude Frollo smiled
with approval as I turned on the lights, then he finally said, "Thank
goodness for M. Edison. Now I can fully
feast my eyes on your loveliness."
He looked me up and down, his
eyes taking in every detail. "My sweetness, you never looked
more beautiful. I like the dress. Very becoming. It highlights your
coloring, your
curves...oh, my dear."
I smiled. Maybe, just this once, I could
believe that he was paying attention to my attire; I wore a silk
shantung dress of deepest violet, very elegant and figure-enhancing. My
hair was upswept in a stylish twist, a la En Vogue, held with a
sparkling amethyst ornament. Matching highheeled peau de soie shoes, a gold and
amethyst necklace, and oversized earrings completed the ensemble. Even my
makeup followed the same color scheme, right down to the deep-violet lips.
Now I am by no means skinny; in fact, I
am what you would call a "healthy" girl. Not fat, but all
womanly curves and pleasing-to-the-eye fleshiness. But why should I
apologize? I guess Claude liked
what he saw because he couldn't stop checking me out.
"Claude", I said, "why don't you put on some music while I change. Then
I'll fix us a nice supper."
He looked somewhat disappointed and said,
"Why? Darling, you look stunning! Why deprive me from drinking in all
that
beauty?"
"Claude, I've been standing in these shoes all night.
Besides", I paused, trying to think of an excuse, "have you ever tried
getting barbeque sauce stains out of silk?"
Claude laughed
good-humouredly and said,
"All right, my love, if you insist." He smiled and narrowed his eyes.
"Dressed up or down, you are still ravishing."
I returned the smile,
"Make yourself at home, sugar, as you always do."
From my room
upstairs, I soon heard the strains of the Crystals, Fats Domino, the
Ronettes, and classic Motown. Gosh, I guess he really likes that old
stuff, just as I do. I stifled a giggle as I remembered how Claude
Frollo
got himself all worked up when I sang "Heat Wave" at that street party
in Paris that summer. It was so funny, with him trying to remain his
usual, straight-laced self while his blood was literally boiling
with desire. Of course, at the time, I really didn't know how much I truly
affected him.
I returned downstairs to find that Claude had started a cozy fire. What
is it with this man and fireplaces? It was a chilly late-September
night and a fire added the right touch. He made himself at home all
right, I thought with a chuckle.
After a short silence Claude
commented on my casual wear - just blue jeans and Indiana
University sweatshirt.
"What's this? Universitatis
Indianensis, and they couldn't do cream-and-purple?", he said as he
tried to keep from laughing.
"Real cute,
Claude", I said, noting the swipe at I.U.'s real colors:
cream-and-crimson. He smiled broadly, adding, "You DO look rather
fetching, Danisha. Even if the shirt hides your curves a bit, the jeans
certainly make up for...oh darling...you have the most delicious shape."
With that, Claude took me in his arms again and sweetly kissed my
lips.
"You do realize I had not planned on this. But things turning out as they
did, I'm glad to be with you again, my darling. I thought of you all day,
and, oh Nisha, the feelings I get when I do think of you." He continued to
hold me close, kissing me over and over, and rocking me ever so gently. It had
been a long time, and I was grateful to have this man here with me, if for
only a brief time.
"I love you, Claude Frollo. Even if you had a hundred women, I
still love you. You're the sweetest, most wonderful, most exciting man
I've ever met." I kissed him back, and Claude Frollo, in a deep,
sweeter-than-molasses voice, said, "My dear Nisha, I know you love me. I know how
deeply you care for me. Why do you think I keep coming back to you? You
don't have to answer that, for I can see it in your eyes." He kissed me
again then unexpectedly said, "Come to think of it, I am rather
hungry. Now where
is that delicious barbeque you were raving about?" "This way, baby", as
I led him into the kitchen.
Copyright©Sept.1997 by FrolloFreak.