Sharon's Treasure (standard:fairy tales, 1586 words)
Author: PassionsFlamingPen	Added: Jun 24 2013	Views/Reads: 2709/2010	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Two unlikely friends go to an upscale bar where one meets her destiny. (An adult, modern day, romantic fairytale.)

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When the car stopped in front of a small mansion, she thought she might
faint. All she could think was, 

“Ohhh, I'm in way over my head.” 

Seeing her deer-caught-in-headlights expression, Aiden gathered her into
his arms. 

“There's nothing to be afraid of, Sharon.” 

He dismissed the chauffer and quickly led her thru the mansion, stopping
only for drinks. She stifled a gasp when he flipped a switch and 
colorful bulbs lit the patio and pool. 

Aiden showed her to a seat in a cushy, lawn chair until she finally
stopped him, 

“Wait. I don't have a swimsuit,” she admitted, stunned that she hadn't
thought of that. 

Aiden gently pushed her glass to her lips and said, 

“Drink up. It makes no difference. I won't wear one either.” 

With that, he stood and pulled his clothes off. 

Sharon inhaled her drink quickly and pinched her own wrist. 

“Nope,” she thought, “Still Cinderella!” 

*** 

Part 2: 

Sharon woke in the night to the sound of a surrounding storm. The
driving wind and rain were awful and the lightning striking loudly all 
around was terrifying. She sat bolt upright with a soft cry. 

Aiden reached to pull her to him hard. He wrapped his arms around her
protectively and stroked her cheek with his thumb. 

“It's okay, Shar. I won't let anything harm you.” 

They were words she had wanted to hear all her life but, just now, she
was so terror stricken she couldn't imagine how he could promise such a 
thing. Then she curled into him, tangling her limbs with his. 

She expected him to be angry at having been wakened from a sound sleep,
and began her apologetic explanation, 

“I'm sorry Aiden. It's been years since I've seen a storm this fierce,”
she said weakly, with her voice trembling. 

“Shhh,” he cut her off gently with two fingers over her lips, 

“You have no reason to be sorry. Whatever it is that frightens you so,
let me protect you.” 

“But,” she began to argue when he interrupted, speaking softly, yet
deliberately, 

“If you want me to stand in torrential rain and shake my fists at the
gods, demanding they cease and desist, I'll do that for you... only for 
you.” 

Sharon smiled genuinely in the darkness, relaxed into his embrace
slightly, and whispered, 

“How did you get so amazing and kind, Aiden?” 

“I make sure I care greatly for that which I value more than life,” he
responded staring directly into her eyes. 

Sharon lay in the protective circle of his arms until she realized that
she must be dreaming. 

“Nothing this good happens for real,” she thought, furrowing her brows. 

Then a thought occurred and she knew what she must do. Softly, she
removed one arm from his strong shoulders and reached down to pinch her 
thigh hard and yelped, 

“Ooouch!” 

“What is it? What happened,” Aiden questioned, his voice filled with
immediate concern. 

Sharon rolled onto her back, laughing, kicking, and pummeling the bed,
as she shouted joyously, “Nothing! I'm still Cinderella!” 

With next to no understanding of what she meant, Aiden set about teasing
her. He pounced on top of her and stretched her arms above her head, 
smiling devilishly as he taunted, 

“Its way past midnight and Cinderella has been a very naughty girl.” 

“Oh really,” Sharon played along. 

Aiden didn't miss a beat, replying, “Oh yes, a very bad girl, that
Cinderella! She missed curfew and the last pumpkin out of here! Now she 
will have to stay and be my love slave for-ev-er,” he said, drawing the 
word out for dramatic effect. 

“How do you propose Cinderella make amends,” Sharon queried playfully. 

Aiden pushed her wrists into the mattress, making certain she couldn't
run for the hills. 

“I propose,” he started, and then paused, trying to figure out if she
would bolt for the nearest exit. 

“I propose several kinds of matrimony.” 

Sharon's jaw dropped as she realized this was no longer a game. 

“I propose a union of souls that has only ever existed in books and
fairytales. I propose that you marry me this Saturday at sundown, on 
Baker Beach, in the glow of the Golden Gate Bridge.” 

Aiden stopped and studied her face harder, trying to make out her
expression in the darkness. 

Sharon was stunned silent, wanting to scream, “Yes!” to the rafters, but
couldn't speak at all, so Aiden finished his thoughts, 

“I'm proposing marriage to you Sharon, and here's a new reference for
you. I want us to be like Catherine and Heathcliff, in ‘Wuthering 
Heights.' When we must leave this life, and if it's separately, then I 
want us to haunt each other's thoughts and souls until it drives us 
mad. I propose a union of our minds, spirits, and bodies, for as long 
as we inhabit them. I propose that you be my love slave and that I be 
yours.” 

Sharon lay silent for some time, digesting all that he said and letting
conflicting emotions run rampant in mind. Eventually, she pinched 
herself black and blue, then stopped and said, 

“You forgot the classic fairytale ending. I'm afraid I can't give you an
answer without that,” 

It was her turn to make an exaggerated sad face. Feeling filled with the
devil, she leapt from the bed and raced for the door, teasing him as 
she ran, 

“If you can't figure it out, I'll lead you a merry chase, Aiden LeLand!”


He was immediately hot on her heels, chasing her through the mansion.
Finally, he caught her at the waist, lifted her against him, and kissed 
her deeply. 

Still holding her at eye level, he smiled softly saying, “And I propose
that we live happily ever after,” then carried her to the bedroom and 
made wildly passionate, sweetly demanding, unstoppable, love to her all 
night. 

With every last ounce of strength spent on each other, Sharon laid her
head on his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart calm her. 

As they closed their eyes to sleep, Sharon whispered, more to herself
than to him, 

“Yes, I will. We will.” 

Aiden kissed her face, her hair, then threaded his fingers through hers,
and replied, 

“Good night, Mrs. LeLand.” 

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