Private Lives
By Ananda

Title: Private Lives
Author: Ananda, ananda1@mailcity.com
Spoilers: This is a post university fic but Buffy probably didn't die at the end of S5 or she wouldn't be here. Or she did die and Joss brought her back for S6, whatever. It doesn't matter.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, nor do I own the original idea for this story which belongs to Noel Coward's play Private Lives. The reworking is mine though.
Notes: The songs used are "So in Love" by Cole Porter, "Stardust" by Hoagy Carmichael, "They Can't Take That Away From Me" by George and Ira Gershwin, "Someday I'll Find You" by Noel Coward, "Moon River" by Harry Mancini and Johnny Mercer and "Night and Day" by Cole Porter. The last words are from the film "Paris When it Sizzles."
I realise by rights the unfortunate other couple should be called Victor and Sybil as in the play but the names are very old fashioned these days so I changed them completely to Alison and James only I kept typing Amanda which is the name of Buffy's character in the original play so I decided to use those instead.
Dedication: To me, because I got a 2:1 for my degree! Way better than I expected and to Eaglwolf for demanding I push Elyot off the balcony. Sorry. And to my parents who read this and broke off frequently into Noel Coward songs, constantly. I sometimes wonder if I'm the only normal one, but we don't have capable so we make our own fun.


"Strange how potent cheap music is."
Private Lives, Noel Coward

The sun was beginning to set over the calm ocean, dreamy breezes wafting gently over the golden sands towards the palatial building on the sea front. The hotel Mirifique had been built in Cape Cod almost seventy years ago and was a testament to all that was stylish and beautiful about the art deco era. On the ground floor tall windows and doors gave way into large cool reception rooms and a huge ballroom decorated in green and silver, lined on one side with doors out onto the gardens which led down to the sea. Each evening at seven an old-fashioned orchestra would play the well-known tunes of the thirties and forties to the well-dressed and prosperous guests who danced in the ballroom. Above this were imposing bedrooms, each decorated differently and each with its own large balcony. It was the perfect hotel for a honeymoon.

 
On one such balcony a woman stood gazing over the sea towards a pale yacht in the distance. She was not much more than twenty five and boasted a beauty which had made her remarkable when she was sixteen and was still noticeable now. She sighed contentedly and turned towards the open door to her suite.

"Rupert? Come out here darling." She called softly. "It's all so beautiful." Her companion strolled out onto the balcony and wrapped his arms around her. He was much older than her, more likely to be taken for her father than her husband and his brown hair was greying gently at the temples.

"Happy darling?" He asked. She nodded.

"Aren't you." She demanded.

"Of course I am." He replied. "Tremendously happy." The woman sighed.

"It's hard to believe it's real." The woman's voice was full of wonder. "That we're really married." Her husband nodded.

"Yes," He laughed. "Things have come to a pretty pass."

She turned in his arms and glared reprovingly at him.

"Are you laughing at me?" She demanded. "Don't laugh at me just because this is your second marriage. You'll spoil it for me." His grin faded as she spoke and his disengaged himself from her arms, moving to seat himself on a lounger. Below them the orchestra struck up an old-fashioned Gershwin song which floated up towards them on the breeze. The woman stared contritely at her husband.

 
"Have I annoyed you by mentioning that?" She asked softly. "I'm sorry if I have but I can't help thinking about it, about her." Her husband shook his head slowly.

"It's just…It took me a long while to forget her, I don't want to be reminded, especially now." His wife rushed to his side and hugged him tightly.

"Then I won't ever mention her again. I promise."

He smiled. "Thank you." There was a moments silence as both stared out over the pale blue ocean.

 
"Are you glad you married me?" The woman asked.

"Of course I am." Her husband paused. "Amanda, don't you think you should go in and dress. Dinner starts soon."

"Gladder than before?" Amanda demanded persistently. Her husband stood up and turned away.

"Why do you keep harping on about that?" He asked.

"It's on my mind. I love you so much but she's hanging over me." She replied. He turned quickly, crossing the balcony in two swift steps and took her in his arms.

"Darling Amanda, I love you, now and forever." He said softly. Amanda smiled.

"Thank you." She paused again listening to the music wafting over the balcony.

Strange dear, but true dear
When I'm close to you dear
The stars fill the sky
So in love with you am I

 
Even without you
My arms fold about you
You know darling why
So in love with you am I

"She was pretty wasn't she?" Amanda asked, her quiet voice cutting through the gentle music. She felt her husband stiffen and pull away.

"Why do you want to know?" He demanded.

"I think, because I don't know anything about her, except that you loved her more than you do me." Her husband began to speak, to reassure her but she cut him off. "It's alright. I know you love me but it's different. Wiser maybe, or more sensible, not the all consuming passion you had with her."

"I'm too old for all consuming passion now." He said. She nodded.

"But, was she pretty?" She asked again. He laughed a little.

"Very, she was beautiful. Blonde and slim, strong and very wild, and I loved her very much, but passion doesn't last long." He added sadly. Amanda pulled him closer to her.

"Never mind darling. I'll make you happy. Quiet, content happiness. I expect you need it after her." Her husband bristled at her tone but nodded for the sake of a quiet life. It was all he wanted now. "After all," Amanda continued. "I won't make you miserable like she did."

"We made each other miserable." He replied.

 
His mind flew back to his tempestuous first marriage. Deafening rows which seemed to last for days and cold angry silences which were even worse. His mouth quirked into a quick smile, the making up had been fun though. His attention was recalled to Amanda as she wriggled in his arms. Suddenly skipping dinner seemed like a good idea.

"You know it was all her fault." Amanda said angrily. "She made you miserable with her violent arguments and carryings on."

"Yes." He agreed with sudden certainty. "You're right she did."

Amanda smiled triumphantly, determined to lay the spectre of her husband's first tragic love to rest once and for all.

"Let's go inside." She said happily.

****

The music from the ballroom below had changed, the slow sad song replaced with the sweet, lethargic melody of Hoagy Carmichael's Stardust.

And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little clouds climb,
Always reminding me that we're apart.
You wandered down the lane and far away.
Leaving me a song that will not die.
Love is now the stardust of yesterday,
The music of the years gone by.


On the balcony next door to that of Amanda and her husband a young woman stepped out to listen to the music. It was one of her favourite songs and she gently hummed the melody as she sank down onto one of the loungers. She was a pretty woman, little more than a girl really with long blonde hair, tied back in a victory roll and wide green eyes. In deference to the style of the hotel she wore a plain white satin thirties style dress. In front of her the sun was beginning to set, turning the ocean into a sparkling sea of gold and the sky was a deep blue colour.

 
"Elyot," She called, "Come out here and look and the view. It's so beautiful." Her husband appeared in the door way of their room, his hair still wet from the shower, and smiled happily at her.

"I can think of a few other things that are more beautiful." He said. She giggled. "You look wonderful Buffy." He added

"Thank you." She smiled up at him sweetly before turning to gaze over the beach to the ocean once again. "I love it here." She said. "You and me alone, together." He nodded.

"Yep, no sisters, no mother, no friends and no painful memories."

"They're not really painful." She replied a little sadly. "We were happy together." Elyot frowned.

"Do you love me?" He asked suddenly. Buffy turned and ran to him, sliding her arms round his waist and hugging him tightly.

"Of course I do sweetie. You know I do."

"Then don't talk about him." Buffy nodded emphatically.

"Check. No mention of the ex."

Elyot pressed a quick kiss on his wife's forehead and disengaged himself from her arms. He walked over to the table and picked up the glasses of champagne which sat there. He handed one to Buffy and sipped slowly from the other.

Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely night dreaming of a song.
The melody haunts my reverie,
And I am once again with you.
When our love was new,
And each kiss an inspiration,
But that was long ago:
Now my consolation is
In the stardust of a song.

"Do you love me more than him?" He asked. She shot one worried glance at him before remarking.

"I thought we weren't going to mention the ex."

"No, but do you?"

She sighed. "I don't remember it was such a long time ago."

"You only divorced him, what, three years ago. Not very long."

She laughed mirthlessly. "A lifetime ago."

She looked up at her beautiful new husband. He was everything the old one had not been, young, American, handsome in a slightly boy-toy characterless sort of way, as though he had yet to grow into his face and above all he was innocent, no skeletons in his cupboard, no deep dark memories and no secret destiny. Elyot didn't even know she was the slayer, not that she really slayed any more.

 
"I'd like to kick the crap out of him." Elyot announced sulkily. Buffy closed her eyes in desperation for a second.

"Why?" She demanded.

"He made you unhappy." Elyot replied.

Buffy nodded. "Yes he did, but then, I made him unhappy too so let's just drop it shall we. This is supposed to be our honeymoon."

Beside a garden wall
When stars are bright,
You are in my arms
The nightingale
Tells his fairy tale
Of paradise where roses grew.
Tho' I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain:
My stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain.

Elyot glared at her for a moment before realising that she was right. Even so he found it impossible to ignore the shadow of her first husband and the love they had shared. He realised with surprise that he actually knew very little about the man.

"What was he like?" He asked. Buffy paused for a second before answering.

"Wonderful." She said honestly. "Smart, witty, brave, caring, all the things husbands are supposed to be." She glanced over at her new husband and realised belatedly that she'd said the wrong thing. "But we didn't work as a couple." She added. "We yelled and screamed and fought, and then we made up and fell in love all over again but eventually it was just to much." She searched for the right word. "It was just too damn tiring."

 
There was silence. The music had changed again.

They way you wore your hat
the way you sipped your tea
The memory of all that
No, no they can't take that away from me

The way your smile just beams
the way you sing off key
the memory of all that
No, no they can't take that away from me

We may never, never meet again
On the bumpy road to love
Still I always always have the memory of:

The way you held your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No, no they can't take that away from me

"Dawn told me he hit you once." Elyot said quietly.

Buffy nodded. "More than once." She realised what he meant. "Oh, not like that. I hit him too. I once broke four records over his head." She added with satisfaction.

"I'll never treat you like that." Elyot replied.

"No." Buffy said. "I don't suppose you will."

"I love you too much." She smiled happily up at him and walking over buried her face in his chest, shutting out the memories. "He didn't know when he was well off." He added. Buffy nodded silently agreeing.

 
"Did he start quarrelling right away."

"Elyot." Buffy said crossly, "Shut up about Giles. I don't want to talk about him!"

"He had a funny name."

"He was English." She replied shortly, her patience rapidly leaving her. "Don't you need to change?" He nodded and stepped away from her heading for the doorway to their sweet.

"You know I love you right?" He said.

"I know." Buffy laughed. "I love you too."

****

She stood by the balcony' parapet staring out over the beech humming gently along to the orchestra's music. Ever since she'd found that cd of old Gershwin songs in Giles collection she'd loved the music, with its forlorn romanticism and promise of happy ever after despite the sad tunes. There was a smattering of applause as the tune came to an end and the orchestra leader announced another.

 
"Ladies and gentleman," came the quiet voice. "Please take your places on the floor." Buffy sighed happily. Maybe she could persuade Elyot to go dancing after dinner. He didn't really like old music, he called it soppy, but he would do anything to please her. He mind flitted back to her first date with Giles, they'd gone dancing then. An old-fashioned tea dance only a few weeks after she'd found the cd. She swayed gently to the music humming the introduction until she recognised the words.

Someday I'll find you
Moonlight behind you
True to the dream I am dreaming.
As I draw near you I smile a little smile,
For a little while, we shall stand, hand in hand.

She smiled gently, it was the song Giles had proposed to, and started to sing

I'll leave you never, love you for ever,
All our past sorrows redeeming,
Make it all come true, say you love me too
Someday I'll find you, again.

"You always had a sweet voice Buffy." The familiar voice came from behind her, over her right shoulder and she spun round.

"Giles?" She gasped.

He smiled. "Hello Buffy."

"What are you doing here?" She demanded angrily.

"I'm on my honeymoon." He replied triumphantly.

"Coincidence." She replied. "So am I, and I'd really like to get back to it."

"So would I." Giles grated.

Buffy turned away, waved airily over her shoulder and said.

"See you round then." She disappeared indoors.

****

Giles ground his teeth together. What the hell was she doing here. He thought he'd escaped her clutches once and for all but here she was, standing on the balcony of his hotel, during his honeymoon, looking as bewitching as ever. He had to get away. Turning quickly he rushed through the doorway of his suite and confronted his wife who sat at the dressing table. He opened his mouth to speak and stopped. What the hell was he supposed to say?

 
Amanda looked up at him in surprise.

"Rupert? What's the matter?" She asked. Giles hesitated.

"Err…I have the strangest feeling." He said desperately. Amanda glanced at him in concern.

"Was it the prawns you had for lunch?"

Giles shook his head crossly.

"No, it wasn't the prawns. It was a presentiment."

"A presentiment of what?" She exclaimed in surprise. He cast about desperately for inspiration. "Do you mean you think there's going to be an earthquake or something?" Amanda asked sceptically. Giles nodded.

"Yes absolutely." She looked at him. "Well, alright no, not actually an earthquake but something is going to happen I'm sure of it."

 
Amanda seemed to consider this for a moment.

"Are you drunk?" She asked finally.

"Of course I'm not drunk." He replied, "What time have I had to get drunk in?"

"Then what one earth are you taking about?" Amanda demanded. "They don't have earthquakes in Cape Cod."

"They might." Giles objected. He realised he was getting side tracked. "Anyway, that doesn't matter, I'm only asking you to come away with me. I don't want to stay here."

"But I love it here." Amanda said impatiently.

"Please darling," He entreated, "We'll find somewhere better and have a wonderful time I promise."

"But I don't understand, why are you behaving like this, why?" She got up from the dressing table and crossed the room to stand in front of him.

"I told you." He said guiltily, "I have a terrible feeling something awful is about to happen."

"What?" She demanded.

 
Giles sighed and sat down heavily on the bed.

"I promise darling, I'll never ask anything like this of you again if you'll only agree that we can honeymoon somewhere else."

Amanda shook her head crossly.

"No! I won't go. The hotel is beautiful, and it's so expensive and you're ruining anything." She began to cry and Giles instantly regretted having made a fuss. Still, he could hardly be expected to honeymoon with his ex-wife next door.

"There are far nicer places." He said.

"Pity we didn't go to one." Amanda replied angrily. "I absolutely refuse to go anywhere." She added firmly.

 
Giles ground his teeth in frustration.

"The first time I ask you to do anything and you refuse. It doesn't bode well for our future." He said threateningly. She glared at him.

"Right now I don't think we're going to have much of a future. Will you tell me what's wrong with you or not?"

"No." He ground out. "Just let's get out of here."

"No." She answered baldly. strode angrily across the room to the table where two cocktails in tall glasses stood, he picked up one drained it and in a burst of furious temper flung the empty glass through the doors to the balcony where it shattered loudly. Amanda screamed and cowered dramatically away from her husband's livid countenance.

 
"For god's sake," He flung at her, "Try to behave with a little dignity."

"Oh! I hate you, I hate you!" She cried. "And I wish I never married you."

"At this moment the feeling is entirely mutual." He replied stiffly. "For the last time will you come with me." She shook her head mutinously.

"There are times, dear." He said with icy calmness, "when I very much wish your mother had drowned you at birth. Right now I feel very tempted myself."

 
Amanda stared at him for a moment in enraged shock before standing. With almost visible control she didn't shout or scream but instead was icily calm.

"I'm going down to dinner now." She announced. "I'll be in the restaurant, don't bother to join me." She turned and left. From the room next door there was the sound of an enraged scream and Giles smiled savagely. At least she was having as bad a time as he was. He grabbed the second cocktail from the table and strode through the door to the balcony to stare rebelliously at the sea. No doubt Buffy would be arriving soon.

****

Her encounter with Giles left Buffy feeling shaky as she slowly walked across the balcony to the her room. Elyot was in there finishing dressing after his shower and he looked up as she came in, exclaiming in surprise when he saw her white face.

"Buffy? What's wrong?"

 
She sank bonelessly onto the bed and rested her head in her hands. Really, it was ridiculous. One chance meeting with her ex and it left her unerved and unsure of which way was up. She glanced over at her new husband ignoring the momentary twinge of regret that the sight of his young face instead of the old dearly familiar one brought.

"I saw Giles." She said simply.

"Where?" Elyot demanded. She thought quickly. Telling him Giles was next door would only lead to an embarrassing scene involving Elyot trying to kick the crap out of Giles and failing miserably.

"On the promenade," She lied, "walking along."

"Oh," Elyot lost interest. "So what?"

"What do you mean so what?" She said crossly, "I saw Giles. Giles is here." She repeated.

"Yeah, and?" Elyot turned to look at her. "So what if Giles is here. It's not like he's in the same hotel or anything."

"No." Buffy agreed weakly. Elyot frowned.

 
"Buffy are you lying to me?"

She shook her head vehemently. "No!" There was a pause. "But I want to leave."

"What?"

"I want to leave. I don't want to stay here when Giles is here."

Elyot sighed at Buffy being so tiresome.

"Did he see you?" He asked.

"I don't think so." She replied untruthfully.

"Then what's the problem? He doesn't know you're here and we can avoid him if you see him again." He said with maddening calm

"But I don't want to stay here when Giles is liable to turn up any moment. I wouldn't be able to relax." She objected.

"Buffy, no." Elyot said. "If I give in to you on this I'll have to give in on everything else. We are not going anywhere and if you see that man again you tell me. I want to talk to him anyway." He added darkly.

 
Buffy glared at her husband and sighed dramatically.

"If you mean you want to start a fight with him or something don't bother. There's no way you could touch Giles anyhow." She said. "Why can't we leave?"

"There's no need to. We haven't done anything wrong, and if he bothers you we'll call the police or something. I won't let you disrupt our honeymoon just because your ex is here."

"But Elyot…"

"No. Buffy, I won't let you dictate to me."

 
Buffy clenched her hands to her sides and he came up to her, a calm smile on his face.

"Come on sweetie," He murmured, "You're getting all worked up over nothing." He added patronisingly. Buffy stiffened and pulled away from his embrace.

"Don't touch me." She said with quiet fury. "Just get out."

 
Her icy words were punctuated by the sound of violently breaking glass for outside.

"What the fuck was that?" Elyot asked and forgetting his irate wife ran to the balcony to see the remnants of a cocktail glass lying on the balcony next door.

"Obviously the people next door are having as crappy a time as us." Buffy remarked pointedly. Elyot turned to her in shock.

"What do you mean?" He demanded.

 
Buffy glared at him.

"Elyot, you're behaving like someone from the stone age. What happened to respecting my opinion." She stood up, "I don't want to stay here and you won't even consider leaving. You just treat me like I'm some sort of Stepford wife with no opinions of her own."

"Buffy, you're over reacting." Elyot said soothingly.

 
Buffy screamed in rage.

"For god's sake Elyot." She shouted. "Just get out of my sight! I can't bear to think I married you." Elyot backed away from his furious wife and opened the door to the suite.

"I'll be in the bar." He said before disappearing through it.

 
Buffy stared at the closed door until the heard the squeak of a lounger from the balcony. She turned on her heel and stomped angrily through the door.

 
"Exercising your violent streak again Giles?" She asked pointedly. He glared at her momentarily as she indicated the broken glass. "Or perhaps it was the new Mrs Giles." She added.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't marry that sort of woman twice." He got up an walked over to the table which had held the cocktails. He poured two more, emptying the jug, and offered one to Buffy. She took it and smiled her thanks.

"Where is the new Mrs Giles anyhow?" She demanded.

"Down to dinner." Giles replied his voice heavy with depression. He glared at her again. "This is all your fault, you know. Why the hell did you have to come here?"

 
Buffy shrugged.

"I liked the look of it in the brochure, no ulterior motive. I never expected to see you again." She gazed sorrowfully at the sea. "After you left I never wanted to see you again."

 
He closed his eyes as if in pain.

"Buffy, I never meant…" She waved a hand to silence him, studiously avoiding his eyes as he looked at her. Three years had softened her and she was more beautiful than ever in the gathering moonlight. The orchestra struck up again, an old sad song made famous by a film with Audrey Hepburn and Giles hummed gently, a throaty rumble just audible.

Moon river
Wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style
Some day
Oh dream maker
You heart breaker
Wherever you're going
I'm going your way

"What's he like?" He asked suddenly. Buffy giggled.

"He asked the same thing about you. He's nice, kind and, well, normal. A new departure for me. What about yours?" She added hesitantly as though afraid to ask."

"The same." He said with a helpless smile. "She's not a bit like you." His tone was resigned but the undercurrent of sadness made Buffy shiver in the suddenly cold twilight.

 
Giles stood up suddenly angry and needing room he began to pace like a caged tiger. Buffy sighed wearily.

"God, Giles, stop pacing." She said, her exasperated voice so like it had been during their marriage that he did stop in shock and stared over at her.

For a moment he wondered if he should be offended, if he had the right to be but decide not to bother. The familiar of exasperated content which always come over him in Buffy's presence.

"It's no business of yours if I chose to pace anymore." He said a little spitefully.

"No." Buffy's bald agreement hurt his feelings a little and he looked stricken for a moment. "Oh Giles, I'm sorry." She rushed to say. "I didn't mean it. You know I always speak before I think."

Two drifters
Off to see the world
There's such a lot of world
To see
We're after that same
Rainbow's end
Waiting round the bend
My huckleberry friend
Moon river
And me

She reached over the low balustrade and laid a gentle hand on his arm, he stiffened momentarily before relaxing with a sigh.

"It's not the same is it?" Buffy asked sadly. He shook his head.

"Never could be." He stared out towards the sea, black waves topped by white horses which sparkled in the moonlight and said quietly. "Without you I'm incomplete."

 
An unnoticed tear dripped down Buffy's cheek and she smiled softly. "I know." He didn't answer and in an effort to fill the silence she continued. "Fighting with you is better than peace with someone else. Worse, it's more peaceful." There was a bitterness in her tone and he rose quickly, climbing over the low wall to enfold her in his arms.

"Never mind, my darling, never mind." He murmured soothingly as she laid her head against his chest, tears running down her face soaking into his shirt.

 
A long moment later she recovered herself sufficiently to pull back a little, not out of the comfort of his arms but to stare up into his wonderful, familiar face. She smiled a little consciously a said with a sniff.

"I probably look like a racoon now."

Giles looked down at her seriously.

"You are lovelier now than you have ever been."

 
The music finished and another tune started.

Like the beat, beat, beat,
Of the tom-tom;
When the jungle shadows fall,
Like the tick, tick, tock
Of the stately clock,
As it stands against the wall,
Like the drip, drip, drip,
Of the raindrops,
When the summer show'r is through;
So a voice within me
Keeps repeating,
You, you, you --

They listened in silence enjoying the cool night breeze and the feeling of being together again.

Night and day
You are the one,
Only you
Beneath the moon
And under the sun.
Whether near to me or far,
It's no matter,
Darling, where you are
I think of you
Night and day.

Until with a start Buffy realised that the man she was so enthusiastically embracing was no longer her husband and in fact was married to another woman entirely. She pulled out of his arms with an exclamation of disgust.

"God! What am I doing? What are we doing?"

Giles looked at her in amusement. Amanda had receded in his mind as though she had been nothing more than an early morning dream and all his attention was focused on the beautiful blonde in front of him.

"They don't really matter anymore do they?" He said. For one appalled moment Buffy realised he was right. She hadn't spared one thought for Elyot since he left the room and she blushed.

"They have to matter." She said firmly. Giles sighed.

"But they don't. I don't care about her one bit I'm afraid." He said guiltily. "I don't think I ever did, it was always you."

 
Buffy shook he head violently.

"No, no, no." She said. "We can't Giles. We…I won't abandon him like that."

Day and night
Why is it so,
That this longing for you follows
Where-ever I go?
In the roaring traffic's boom,
In the silence of my lonely room,
I think of you,
Night and day.

Giles regarded her in silence and realised she was serious. His eyes darkened angrily and he opened his mouth to speak but instead he turned away and shrugged his shoulders.

"Fine." He muttered and walked towards the door to his room. Her agonised voice stopped but he didn't turn.

"Please don't leave me alone." She implored. "I don't want to be alone."

He slumped onto a chair and stared fixedly at the tile floor. Buffy regarded him for one interminable moment her eyes bright with tears before managing to say,

"Where did you go?"

He roused himself. "What?"

"After the divorce. Where did you go?" She repeated, looking for a safe topic.

He spoke slowly, as though the words had come from a long way.

"Home, back to England for a while. My family lives in Norfolk." He tried to think of something else to say. "It's very flat, and dry."

"Oh." She said mournfully.

"I thought about travelling a bit but didn't really see the point. Not on my own."

"I thought it always rained in England." She said dully.

"No."

"Oh." She was string at the sea again he noticed, half turned away from him.

"Why?" He asked suddenly. "Why won't you come back to me. It's not as if we owe them anything and don't we deserve to be happy?" He pleaded with her. "I love you and you love me. I know you do, no doubt."

"No," She gave in, turning to look at him. "No doubt, anywhere." He was at her side in an instant her face clasped in his hands as he smiled down at her.

"Good." He said firmly. "Remember that."


Night and day
Under the hide of me
There's an
Oh, such a hungry yearning,
Burning inside of me.
And its torment won't be through
Till you let me spend my life
Making love to you,
Day and night,
Night and day.