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Struggle For Control	By : PiratesWench Category: S through Z > Secret Window Views: 3851 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Once inside the restaurant, both Mort and Alex were
more relaxed. They had engaged in
unforced small talk at first, but soon settled into deeper conversation.

�I guess first dates are really the most, um,
informative,� Alex said. �So, I�m going
to just, put myself on the table - figuratively�� She winked. ��for now.�

Mort smiled at her.
�You�re something else.�

�Bad thing?�

�No. So,
it�s only fair that I put myself on the table too.� Mort went so far as to lay his upper body across the table. (If he can run outside in a towel and
shaving cream yelling about how much money he was worth, he could certainly do
this.)

Alex laughed and reached out to tousle his
hair. He looked up at her and she
shrugged. �It�s cute when it�s messy.�

�Really?�
Mort sat up and shook his hair, his brown and blonde locks flying
free. �Feel more like myself now.� Alex�s hand was on the table and he reached
for it. He traced a finger along her
palm, causing her to shiver. �I�m suddenly
feeling more comfortable than I have in a long time. What is it about you?�

Alex looked almost embarrassed. �I could ask the same about you.� She moved her hand so that she could lace
her fingers with Mort�s. �Can I ask
what happened?�

Mort knew exactly what Alex met. �Will you accept the short version?�

�Of course.�

�To make a long, unhappy story as brief as I can, my
wife cheated on me, I stowed myself away in my lakeshore home, someone burned
down my, well, her home, I signed divorce papers, left said lakeshore home, and
here I am.�

Alex bit her lower lip. �I�I�m sorry. I know that
I hate when people say that to me but��

�It�s all right, Alex, I understand that those words
always seems to worm their way out.�
His fingers were still entwined with hers when their food came � he
didn�t want to let go, but he forced himself to. Mort picked up his fork and stabbed into his salad. �Divorce isn�t pleasant, but it�s not like
Amy died.� Of course she died. I killed her. Mort couldn�t hear Shooter, but he did bite his tongue. �I�m sorry, that came out wrong.�

�No, I�it�s��
Alex figured the sooner she got things over with, the better. �My husband, Tristan, was an architect. There was an accident and he was�crushed.�

�Oh�I�m not going to say those words, so how about
these: Are you all right? I mean, with
the baby and�� Mort�s voice trailed.

�My sister and her husband are really supportive,
and my kids � the ones at school I mean � somehow, they manage to keep my
spirits up. And just so I�m honest with
you right away, I was in therapy for a little while.�

The word almost made him flinch. �Therapy?�

�Everyone, especially myself, was worried about me
losing the baby if I let myself get too depressed about Tristan, so I went
and�it helped. I�m not nuts or
anything, but I know that sometimes the word �therapy� can scare a person off.�

�Not me.�

Alex smiled.
I�ve never wanted someone so�
She shook her thoughts away. Am
I nuts? I just met him! �That�s nice to know. Even nicer that Julia didn�t scare you off.�

�I was supposed to have a baby�there was a
miscarriage.� Why did I just say
that?

�Life hasn�t exactly been kind to you, has it?�

�It�s certainly getting better.�

Alex blushed.
�Can we go?�

�Huh?�

�I want�can we go?�

�Oh, God�what did I do? I freaked you out��

�No.� Her
breathing changed and she realized that she has slipped her foot out of her
shoe and it was running up Mort�s leg.
She watched his eyes almost bulge and realized that her foot had
wandered into some rather personal territory.
She put her hand to her mouth and got up, her shoe still on the
floor. �I�m sorry.� She ran to the ladies� room.

Jesus�
Mort looked down and saw, as well as felt, the effect she had on
him. He picked up her shoe and went
after her. He put his ear to the
bathroom door and could hear her pacing � one shoe clicking on the tile
floor. �Alex?� he called through the
door. �Is anyone else in there?� No answer.
He opened the door and walked inside, not knowing why.

�I�m not like this,� she said quickly. �I just��
She put her hand to her forehead.
�It�s been a really long time since I�ve been with someone that�just
your eyes are enough to�� She walked
closer to him.
�You know, thinking too much can be dangerous.�

Alex eyes closed and she kissed him. She wrapped her arms around Mort and his
followed suit. She found herself
pressing her body as close to his as she could. Mort responded by turning so that Alex�s back rested against the
wall. Their tongues met and Mort�s
hands began to travel her body. Alex�s
leg wrapped around Mort�s, her hips pressing into him � she found herself
beginning to grind against his arousal.

Take her.
Throw her to the ground and get it done. While the voice still contained its thick, southern drawl, it had
become huskier, more authoritative, and most importantly, audible. Mort pulled back from Alex, his face
suddenly pale.

�Mort?�

His voice was frantic. �We can�t do this. We
shouldn�t be doing this.�

Alex�s eyes made her look wounded. �Did�did I do something wrong?�

Mort breathed deep, calming himself. �No,� he said softly. �Nothing at all, I just�� He licked his bottom lip, he could taste her
and wanted so badly to kiss her again, but fear trumped over all else. ��we�ve both been without �companionship�
for so long, Alex. If we let the
physical take over, we could end things before they begin.� Sounds good � rings true�much better than
saying that someone else seems to be occupying my brain at the moment.

�End things?
You want to see me again?�

Every night before I close my eyes. �I do.
I mean, if you want to see me again as well.� Alex nodded. �O.K.,
then,� Mort smiled. �We�ll slow down,
there�s no need to rush into anything.�
Being a coward again. Can�t even
get a woman into your bed � don�t want a woman in your bed. Sissy.

�Mort, are you all right?�

�I�m just sorry that I wasn�t more of a gentleman.�

Alex looked away.
�I wasn�t being much of a lady.�

Mort put his hand under Alex�s chin, gently turning
her face towards his. isseissed her
very gently. �We�ll slow down.�

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Author�s Note: Too cutesy at some points? I want Mort to want a normal relationship desperately,
not that that can necessarily happen, but�Ugh, anyway, I really hope I�m not
pushing the cheese factor here, but trust me when I say it�ll get better�please
trust me�No, don�t run away from the fic!
I can fix it! Heehee�
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