Heavens On Fire

Missing You

Alex closed her eyes, soaking in the heat from the sun. She took a quick glance at the curly haired man next to her, he was rubbing Demon's head, empty beer bottle in the other hand and his eyes closed. Alex smiled and took a deep breath in, the smell of the ocean filled her nostrils. She was a little buzzed from the alcohol she had been drinking and felt warm. Life was good, but she couldn't help but miss Paul. She sat up and tapped Gene on the arm. Gene jolted up and looked over at Alex.

"What's wrong Kitten? Is everything ok??" Gene put his hand on her knee and a serious look took over his face. Alex shook her head.

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to know if there was a phone up in the room so I could call Paul and talk to him. Let him know I'm alright and see how he's been." Gene gave a sigh of relief and removed his hand from her knee.

"Jesus Alex, you scared the hell out of me. There's a phone up there, do you know his number and do you need me to come up with you?" Gene crossed his arms and placed them on his knees.

"Ok good. I know his number and I think I'm good by myself. Most of the time when I'm alone however, it seems I get into trouble. So maybe you should come with." She gave a laugh and stood up, Demon standing up and coming to her side. Gene chuckled and stood up.

"We can just leave our chairs and stuff here. No one else is gonna come down and the hotel people know it's just us." Alex nodded and began walking up to the hotel. When they finally reached their room, Alex walked over to the phone and dialed the number Paul had her memorize while on tour. It was his home number and he was sure to answer it during this time of day, he was busiest during mornings and nights, afternoon was when be bad time to himself. Or when she was there, time together. They often would lay in bed together, usually naked from previous activities. Other times they would be out on the town, driving around and shopping at different stores, mainly art stores. They would also spend quite a lot of time at galleries, admiring works and sharing their opinions about each artwork with each other.

He was the perfect man in her eyes, always willing to talk about art and go out when it was nice, or staying inside and making love to each other. She smiled to herself as she thought about the countless times she lay naked in Paul's arms. She would look over at the curly mop of his and watch as his eyes stared into hers. Those chocolate brown eyes stared into her soul, drawing her in, begging her to ask about the mysteries that lie beneath them. He lips would often form into a smile, a beautiful smile that was too contagious. Paul would caress her cheek and tell her how beautiful she was constantly. Her self esteem never felt so good and she had started to love the way she looked because of him. He was such a kind and sweet man.

The phone continued to ring as she day dreamed about her rockstar lover. Finally the ringing stopped and a voice came through.

"This is Mr. Stanley, may I help you?" She cracked a smile at how serious he sounded when he answered the phone.

"Why yes, Mr. Stanley, this is Miss Alexandra Smith. I was calling to see how you were doing this evening." The tone in his voice remained serious as he remained oblivious to who exactly was calling.

"Uh, yes Miss Smith, I'm fine this evening. May I ask why you're calling and how you obtained this number?" Alex tried not to laugh.

"Oh I'm terribly sorry Mr. Stanley, how rude of me. You see my boyfriend made me memorize this number so I could call him while on vacation." Paul smiled when he finally realized who he was speaking to.

"Hello darling." He purred in a loving voice. His voice had changed from serious to sweet in a split second. "How are you and Gene doing?"

"Gene and me are good, he's been very well behaved for, well, Gene. I'm good, I just miss seeing your face when you come home from work." Paul closed his eyes and smiled.