She lay relaxed on the sofa, her soft chiffon dress highlighting her famous curves. The flickering light from the blazing fireplace cast shadows on her, and the shadows were grateful. He slid down next to her on the floor, a flute of champagne in each hand. Her marvelous features made so much more beautiful in the soft light of the living room. "Mi amore..." he purred to her, handing her a flute, "Tell me you love this house I built for you. Tell me it will be our sanctuary against the night."
Her eyes drifted through the home, her Casa Italiano. The huge floor to ceiling windows. The Italianate columns gracing the foyer. The stone fireplace and chimney. The elegant wood flooring, highlighting the beautiful, soft carpeting. Her handsome man. Her lover.
"Yes, my love. You've given me an exquisite home. I simply love the deck out back and the one from the bedroom. And, oh God... the bedroom. I could stay there with you for an eternity."
He smiles softly at her and puts the flute down on the modern coffee table. Taking her hands, he looks deeply into her eyes. She smiles softly again, and her eyes roam over the kitchen. Yes, there on that table, he had grabbed her with such ardor...
"Upstairs my love," she whispers to him, sitting up slowly.
They walk together to the teleport, and his eyes catch a glimpse of movement through the windows of the cathedral-ceilinged dining room. His face darkens. "Go on up, my beauty. We have company."
Her face falls as his words sink in. "Be careful. They are animalis." She teleports upstairs, and eyes the stone shower enclosure and wonders if she has a few extra minutes to luxuriate before climbing into the love nest at the pinnacle of the gorgeous home.
He walks outside onto the deck, hands on his hips, and confronts the rat-faced photographer on the deck. "You are slime. Can't you give us a moment's peace?" The camera flashes, leaving green and yellow afterimages contrasting with the stonework.
"Give you a moment's peace?" the incredulous photographer asks, snapping another picture of the high balcony adjoining the bedroom, "Who are you? I'm here taking pictures of this fabulous house."
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