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In the two previous versions of this story, the "kiss scene" was a lot more, un, *there* than it is in the published version. I toned it down to match the personalities of the people involved and to hopefully make it a bit more realistic. In writing the third and final version, I revamped a great deal of the story, so this scene won't fit into the story anywhere, but I just couldn't trash it. So I've put it here for any of those romantics hanging about. ~grin~
What follows is a combination of the two original "kiss scenes" that had developed as a result of watching my Beauty and the Beast tapes and reading lots of Jack and Sam (Stargate: SG-1) romance stories.
Also, originally I wrote this story all from Carolyn's POV, so this scene will probably reflect that.
Not So Faded
Alternate Kiss Scene
~begins just the bit about Jim telling his father about her "great legs"...~
Carolyn sighed and rolled her eyes. "You are something else, you know that?" Exasperated laughter snuck into her voice.
Looking downright unrepentant, Jim could only say, "So I've been told." Jim frowned as she kept looking at him. "What? What's wrong?"
She shook her head. "Nothing's wrong. I just... Sometimes, Jim, I feel like I don't know you anymore. You weren't quite this...relaxed when I was still in Cascade. You're not the man I married. Or divorced. Or even the man I became friends with before I moved to San Francisco."
"We all change, Carolyn." Jim's face grew serious, though his eyes remained clear.
She lifted her hand to touch his face gently, stroking two fingers over his temple. "I know. I'm not saying it's bad. It's good. I think..." Biting her lip, she withdrew her hand and stood up, moving to stand in front of the open balcony door. "No, never mind."
Jim rose to his feet and joined her, reaching out to grasp her hand, holding her next to him. "No, it's okay. Tell me."
Carolyn looked down at their clasped hands, then back up to search his face. "We've talked a lot in the past year or so. And even though it's only been by phone, I feel I know you better now than I ever did before. I feel...closer to you, I guess." She took a breath and hurried on. "And I think...I think you've become the man I saw hidden in your eyes years ago. The man I saw rare glimpses of from time to time. The man I knew wanted our child. The man I knew loved me. And the man..." She hesitated, unsure of the reaction she'd get, but the encouragement in Jim's eyes gave her courage to continue. "The man I could easily fall in love with all over again."
Eyes widening just a bit, Jim's mouth dropped open. "Carolyn..."
Swallowing, she tried to step back. "No. Don't. It's okay."
Releasing her hand, Jim reached out to lay a hand on her cheek, soothing a thumb over her lips, silencing her. "Shh. My turn." Leaving his hand on her cheek, he said quietly, "You wanna know what else I told my dad?" His eyes roamed her face and his voice lowered even further. "I told him I was a fool to ever let you go. No one has ever compared to you."
Jim moved inward, his hand drawing her to him. Eyes fluttering closed, Carolyn held her breath as Jim touched his lips to hers. His hand slid around her body to flatten on her lower back, holding her closer. Her own two arms slipped upwards over his shoulders to drape lazily around his neck. Memories of that kiss in the rain outside the restaurant that night so many years earlier flooded her, but then vanished, swept away by the soft touch of Jim's lips. That kiss had been filled with desperation; this one...this one...
The jarring noise of the cellphone interrupted them, scattering her thoughts, half-formed as they were. Jim retreated slowly rather than with the abruptness she half-expected. Carolyn let her arms slide away from his neck, releasing him but staying close. She kept her eyes on Jim as he backed up, meeting his eyes as he opened them just inches from hers. Neither said anything.
Smiling at her, Jim said quietly, "That's probably Sandburg." He stroke a thumb over her cheek, then finally pulled away to fish his imperiously ringing cellphone from his jacket pocket.
The kiss had been short and soft, but it was enough. Enough to know he spoke the truth.
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