The Gemini

64 - Hello

January 1, 1992

Roger stared at off-white ceiling tiles, forcing his eyes to stay open. A highly difficult task given the strength of the medicine flooding into his system, coupled with anesthesia's aftermath. But he's determined, he can't let them close. He might open them and see clouds. The possibility bothered him to no end.

His ears didn't hear the footsteps, but his nose picked up the serene scent of coconut hibiscus. Intoxication. Immediately he felt calm. Looking to the door, there she is.

"Angel." he smiled happily.

Jody's mouth curved in a sweet way. "Hi, honey."

Words never sounded better. As though hearing with a new set of ears, the clarity of her voice drowned Roger's spirit with joy. A joy greater than the first time he'd ever heard it. He wished that he wasn't confined to this damn bed. If he weren't he'd rush to her and sweep her off her feet.

"You took too long." he complained though not honestly upset. "Come here."

She was walking to him anyway, but his eager anticipation couldn't help beckoning.

A repeat from before, Roger raised a hand to touch her cheek. Thankfully the sharp stabbing pain from prior didn't accompany the action. Arm muscles contracted in a gentle pull to bring her closer. Jody easily followed the motion.

He was dying to kiss her. Roger's mind was screwy enough to find a spark of humor in the literalness of the feeling.

A side effect of resurrection must be the heightening of ones senses, because even Jody's kiss felt different. Her lips are softer. How they moved is much sweeter. The way they hugged onto his: caringly, delicately, adoringly. Each feeling times ten.

God. Has it ever been more satisfying?

Kissing. No matter how many times they engaged in the act – which is a lot, it's Jody's favorite thing to do – Roger would never tire of it. Just like he prides himself in the art of making love, she did the same about this. She's even taught him a few things, he isn't ashamed to admit. The girl is good.

Too damn good.

It's a wonder that his heartbeat didn't set off any alarms. He didn't want this to end, but Jody brought its finish.

"I love you." he said, drunk on the taste of her.

"I love you too."

Hazels took in the beauty of an angelic face. If this be her earth beauty, Roger wondered what her heavenly visage would be like. It overwhelmed him.

"I love you." he had to say it again.

Lighting with a twinkling smile, Jody said her part. "I love you too."

Maybe it was the drugs and the mellow they housed him in, but Roger wouldn't mind getting stuck in this adoration proclamation loop all night.

"Let me see your ring." he requested.

His hand down from her face, he held on to her left. The glinting wedding jewels grounded him.

Watching how he admired the diamond trio, Jody chuckled. Poking fun,

"You've got one too."

At her joking, he goofed back. Question in his eyes, a ditzy scrunch to his brows,

"Where?"

She laughed, swatting his hand, taking hers back. Going for the armchair, Jody pulled it as close to bedside as possible before sitting in it. A minor frown she wore as she did a bounce to test the cushion. It wouldn't make for a comfortable sleep but, of course, it would have to do.