Desperately devoted to Bree Van De Kamp

Sat, 01 Mar 2008 20:03:48 GMT

Hey Mulder, a very very happy birthday to you!
Unfortunately the pet aliens are all sold out, so I´ll have to get you something else for a present, I´ll see to that when you come back.
I hope you´re having fun and discover some strange new creatures for us to investigate, we really could do with a bit of fun!
Love you to pieces, trust no one and deny all knowledge, your´s, Dana.

Tue, 21 Nov 2006 21:43:56 GMT

You are The High Priestess

Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.

The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.

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Wed, 08 Nov 2006 10:59:25 GMT

Happy Birthday

Pairing: Brex/Tynnie
POV: Lynette
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-15

„Happy Birthday, Babe.“ Lynette Scavo felt her husband´s lips cover her´s and kept her eyes closed while kissing him back, savouring the perfect moment.
Finally Tom broke the kiss, then wrapped his arms carefully around his wife´s back.
“So, how is my birthday girl?”
“She´s perfect- at least she will be for the next ten minutes until the boys wake up and ruin it all.”
Tom laughed, putting one hand on Lynette´s rounded belly.
“Did you hear that, baby-girl, you´re brother´s really are a handful- mind to become a sweet, quiet girl, will you?”
“I don’t think she´s very interested in what you´ve got to say right now, actually I think she´s hungry.”
“Oh, I´m sorry- why don´t you go and take a nice, long bath while I fix breakfast and look after the boys?”
“I love you, do you know that?”
Tom placed a gentle kiss on his wife´s lips, then got up.
“Yes, I do- I love you right back.”

When Lynette arrived in the kitchen later, Tom was making waffles and the boys were already sitting at the table, eating cereals.
Lynette kissed them good morning, then unwrapped a horrible, self- made clay flower pot, trying to pretend to her sons how delighted she was that they had given her such a splendid gift until Tom announced that he had the waffles ready.
“Do we need anything else for today?”
He asked, sitting down next to Lynette at the table.
“No, we have everything ready, Bree and Mary- Alice will each bring a cake and Susan said she´d buy some muffins.”
Tom chuckled.
“Thank God, for a moment I feared she would actually try and bake herself- so I hope Bree and Mary- Alice have talked this over, I wouldn´t put it past them to kill each other over having brought the same cake.
“Come on, they are not that bad- besides they will have talked it over, so don´t worry. I have ice- cream for the kids and we have some bottles of champagne in the fridge, so everything should be fine. And Gabby said she´d bring some bottle´s of wine for later.”
“That´s so typical, everyone else brings food and all Gabby is interested in is booze-“
“Tom.”
“What´s booze, Daddy?”
Preston asked, looking up from his plate.
“That´s another word for alcohol, adult stuff, Honey.”
Lynette glared at Tom who shrugged, grinning.

“Hey, Happy Birthday, Sweetie!”
Gabrielle hugged Lynette.
“Happy Birthday, Lynette.”
Carlos kissed her cheek, carrying a big basked full of wine bottles and Lynette laughed.
“Hey, are you planning on getting completely wasted here?”
“Well, you should always be prepared- so who´s here already?”
“Actually you´re the first- I have no idea what happened to Bree, I´m actually worried, it´s after four already.”
As they spoke the front door of the house opposite the Scavo´s opened and Bree and Rex Van De Kamp appeared, she looking spectacular in her lemon coloured summer dress with matching heels and her hair pulled back into a girlish pony- tail, he very handsome in a blue suit but it was clear from opposite the street that they once again weren´t speaking to each other- Bree walked several steps ahead of her husband as she crossed the street and her smile was even more forced than usual.
“Oh dear- do they ever get along these days?” Lynette asked and Gabby frowned.
“What, they havn´t always been like that?”
“No, they used to be a very cute, happy couple.”
They fell silent as their friend approached them, her smile still in place but Lynette noticed that Bree had been crying- her eyes were over bright and her mascara not as accurately in place as it would usually have been.
“What happened?”
Lynette whispered into Bree´s ear as she hugged her friend and Bree sighed.
“I´ll tell you later.”
Aloud she said “Happy Birthday, Honey” in her usual pleasant, cheerful voice.
Rex had arrived at the door and Lynette noticed that he carefully avoided to meet his wife´s eyes, just as Bree made sure not to come anywhere near him while he hugged Lynette and congratulated her.
The state of her best friend´s marriage seemed to have gone from bad to desolate lately and Lynette was feeling worried, she knew Bree, even though she often seemed unemotional, even cold to other people, loosing her husband would destroy her.
Gabrielle and Carlos had entered the house to put the wine their present away and Lynette felt relieved when Susan Mayer strode up the garden path towards them, being alone with Bree and Rex was something Lynette was more than happy to avoid.
“Hey, birthday- lady, how are you feeling?”
“Old, what did you think- wow, is that a book?”
“Yeah, I illustrated it specially for your little sunshine, she´ll love it, it´s all pink and white and purple- too bad you havn´t decided on a name yet, I would have loved to include it- but I can make another one for her first birthday after all. Hey, Bree, Rex.”
“Hello Susan- uhm, I´ll go and say hi to Tom.”
Rex walked past Lynette and Susan looked at Bree.
“Did you have a fight?”
“Don´t we always?”
Bree looked short of bursting into tears again and Lynette put her arm around her friend´s waist.
“Hey, don´t, you look much too pretty to cry.”
“Thank you- but I don´t feel remotely pretty right now- or remotely anything. Obviously I´m unbearable to live with and he´s wondering if he wants to anymore at all.”
Lynette exchanged a look with Susan, if wasn´t like Bree at all to tell them about her marital problems and Lynette had have no idea that they were that serious.
“Oh Honey, I´m sure he only said that because he was angry at you, I mean he loves you, I know he does.”
“Great, why don´t you tell him that- I´m sorry, Lynette, I shouldn´t have told you, I don´t want to ruin your day.”
“You´re not and I want you to tell me these things, that´s what friends are for after all.”
“Come on, let´s go inside and get you a glass of champagne.”
Susan pulled Bree after her just as Mary- Alice and Paul Young crossed the street.
“Hi- Happy Birthday, Lynnie.”
Her friend hugged her and then took her cake from her husband so that Paul could congratulate Lynette as well.
They went inside together and Paul left for the living room to talk to Carlos and Rex while Mary- Alice followed Lynette into the kitchen.
Gabrielle and Susan were leaning against the kitchen counter while Bree was arranging the food on the table, a glass champagne in her hand.
“Hey, girls- wow, Bree, that dress looks just perfect on you.”
Mary- Alice smiled warmly at her neighbour and Bree smiled back.
“Thank you- I made it myself, I couldn´t find anything to match the shoes, so I bought matching cloth.”
“Fantastic, I envy you, I just can´t get it right like you can.”
Lynette grinned at Susan, the never- ending battle between their friends for the more perfectly kept lawn and house and wardrobe was too funny to listen too, especially since both Bree and Mary- Alice were making sure to keep perfectly polite.
Bree took an envelope out of her purse and handed it to Lynette.
“That´s from all of us, I hope you like it- we thought it was something you could really use.”
Lynette opened the envelope and found a voucher inside and when she opened it a bright smile spread across her face.
“Oh my God, I love you- you are the best friends in the world.”
Tom, who had just entered the kitchen, stepped up to her.
“What is it?”
“A weekend getaway, just the two of us- and Bree and Susan will look after the kids.”
Tom wrapped his arms around Lynette´s waist and kissed her cheek.
“Thanks, Ladies, that´s fantastic- I don´t even know what to say.”
Susan smiled, taking a glass of champagne Gabby had poured her.
“Just forget it, we thought you two needed time out- it´s not a big deal.”

It had already gotten dark outside when Mary- Alice announced that she and Paul would go home now, they had promised Zachary to look at finished school project before he went to bed.
“Same here” Susan smiled “Julie is so excited about it, I just hope her teacher will see eye to eye with her.”
Lynette walked her friends to the door, then turned around to Gabby.
“Where are the others?”
“Tom and Carlos are in the kitchen, drinking wine and laughing their heads off about some silly jokes only guys could ever think of as funny.”
“Right- so where are Bree and Rex?”
Gabby smiled, then put her finger to her lips and took Lynette´s hand, pulling her over into the dark living room.
The glass door leading into the garden was ajar and Gabby tiptoed over and pointed over to Lynette´s garden chairs.
Rex was sitting in one of them with Bree on his lab, his arms closed around her slender waist while her arms were wrapped around his neck.
They were kissing, deeply and lovingly and a smile spread over Lynette´s face.
“How long have they been out there?”
Gabby shrugged.
“About an hour I think- cute, isn´t it?”
“Yeah- so come on, let´s join our husband´s and try to understand the male sense of humour.”

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 10:57:38 GMT

Compromises

"Dinner is on the table." Bree smiled widely at her children, aware by the expressions on their faces that they had been talking about her and Rex. Andrew´s voice were pure provocation when he asked "Mom, where'd dad go last night?" Bre forced herself to keep smiling and smoothly answered "He got a last minute call to speak at a medical conference in Philadelphia. Take your seats." She had already turned around when she heard her daughter mutter "This marriage is so over." Before Bree could say anything however the she heard the front door being unlocked and then her husband was standing in the hallway as though nothing had happened. “Hey- I hope I´m not late for dinner.” Bree had no idea what Rex was playing it but she seized her chance and hastily said “Of course not, Honey- how was the conference?” She looked imploringly at her husband who merely nodded before turning around to his children. “It was really interesting, I´ll tell you about it later, I don´t want to bore the kids with it- so go on you two, I´m sure your mother has asked you to sit down.” Andrew and Danielle looked puzzled but obeyed and walked past their mother and into the dining room. Bree mouthed a `Thank you` to her husband, then turned around and walked over to the dining room to carve the turkey. Rex frowned when he observed the table and looked at Bree and she shrugged, smiling apologetically. She knew how much Rex hated it when she tried to compensate her feelings and emotions by doing housework or cooking but then how should she have known that he would come home for dinner and witness it. She served first her husband and then her children, then put some food on her own plate and went into the kitchen to hang up her apron. When she arrived back at the table Rex and Andrew were talking about a maths test her son obviously had done today even though Bree knew nothing about it- but then it had become a habit for Andrew lately not to talk about her about anything anymore. He obviously had told Rex though and once more Bree realized how desperately she needed Rex by her side, trying to manage Andrew and Danielle all by herself would be a nightmare, for both her and her children. “So what are your plans for tonight?” Rex asked the children who both looked at their mother, obviously waiting for her to point out that it was Monday evening and therefore they would stay in and go to bed early enough to be fit for school the next morning. Bree however wasn´t going to say anything, she knew that Rex wanted to talk to her and the earlier the kids were out of the house, the better. “Uh- nothing yet…” Danielle said after a while and Andrew nodded in agreement, throwing his mother another glance, obviously confused by her lack of interference. “So isn´t there this movie you both wanted to watch, Taxi or something?” “Yeah…” Andrew sounded suspicious now but Rex simply ignored the tone in his son´s voice. “Fantastic- so why don´t I give you two some money and you can take my car and go and watch it?” Bree could tell that Andrew wanted to ask his father for the reason of that sudden generosity but Danielle silenced her brother with a glance. “Sure, cool- can we get up then?” Bree thought about her perfect tiramisu for dessert and how it would go off now but then she reminded herself that talking things over with Rex obviously was the more important thing to worry about right now. “Yes, of course.” The kids exchanged another glance but Rex had already opened his wallet and taken out a fifty dollar note. Andrew took it a bit hesitantly, as though wondering if this was some kind of joke, then hastily pocketed it. “So- thanks.” “No problem- have fun.” Rex waited until the children had put on their jackets and closed the front door behind them, then looked at Bree. “Is there anything for dessert?” Bree had no idea what to make of his question but thought it best to let him dictate the terms of the evening- after all it was her own fault that he had moved out today, she and her behaviour from the previous night had caused his reaction. Granted, the general state of their marriage was to blame on both of them but Rex had demonstrated plainly that other than her he was actually prepared to take the consequences. “Yes, of course- just let me clear the table.” “I´ll help you.” Rex announced, getting up from his chair. “Rex- are you sure you feel all right?” He took the plate with of turkey from her. “That´s too heavy for you- no, actually I don´t feel all right but we´ll talk about this after dessert- for now just know that I realized that you do about twice as much every day as I do.” “That´s not true.” Bree protested but Rex shook his head. “It is- but as I said, we´ll talk about this later.” He carried the dish over into the kitchen and Bree took the empty plates and followed her husband. “So how was your day?” Rex`s question startled Bree but she smoothly answered “It was a bit strange- we found out some stuff about Mary- Alice and it was- unsettling.” “What was it?” Bree bit her lip, if she told Rex about the tape she would also have to tell him that she had stolen it from Dr. Goldfine´s office and that would mean admitting that she had been desperate enough to call on their marriage counsellor barely an hour after Rex had left the house the previous morning- and that she had been planning on stealing his tape instead. “Bree?” Bree looked up and realized that her husband was still waiting fro an answer. It was this that encouraged her to trust him, when had been the last time he had asked her a question he actually wanted to have an answer to? “After you had left yesterday I went to Dr. Goldfine´s office and tried to find your tape in his cabinet.” “What?” Rex looked at her incredulously. “I know, I´m sorry, I was just desperate, I thought if I could just listen to the tape-“ “Bree.” To her surprise he didn´t sound angry, his voice was soft and he stepped over to her and looked at her very seriously. “That wouldn´t have changed anything, you wouldn´t have understood- so you didn´t get it but Mary- Alice´s instead?” “Yes. What do you mean I wouldn´t have understood- understood what?” “You would have gotten it all wrong- I´ll explain it to you later, now tell me what Mary- Alice said on her tape.” “For starters she said her real name wasn´t Mary- Alice. And then she talked about a dream she was having, about a girl and a lot of blood - and she mentioned the name Angela- it was all really confusing.” “Now that sounds really confusing- so do you have any idea what this is all about?” “No, we havn´t- and obviously we won´t found out now, not with her dead and Paul trying to avoid us whenever possible.” Bree opened the fridge and took out the tiramisu, then sat it down on the counter to get plates and spoons. “That looks fantastic, Honey.” Rex smiled at her and Bree hesitantly smiled back, hoping that this evening wouldn´t end with her husband walking out on her all over again but with her going to sleep, safely wrapped into his arms. “Thank you- do you want to eat it at the dining table or shall we go into the living room? The News will start in a few minutes.” This time she knew exactly what he was frowning about, she never suggested to eat anything anywhere but at a table but then Rex had been so sweet and compromising all night long and she had just thought that perhaps she should adopt his attitude. “Well, I would really like to watch them- are you sure you´re ok with that?” “Yes, of course- do you want coffee or tea or anything?” “Tea would be great, thank you.” He took the dish and the plates and walked out of the room, leaving Bree to wonder if her husband had actually just thanked her for something. After she had made the tea she put the teapot onto a tray and added cups, milk and sugar, then carried everything over into the living room where she found Rex sitting on the sofa. Bree set the tray down and poured the tea and when she stepped over to her usual comforter Rex patted the empty space on the sofa next to him. “Come over here, ok?” “Ok…” Bree sat down on the couch next to her husband, briefly wondering when they had stopped sitting next to each other while watching TV. “That´s perfect, Sweetie.” Rex had just tried the tiramisu and closed his eyes to savour the taste. Bree smiled, she loved it when he told her that he appreciated anything she had done for him. “Thank you.” “Come to think of it, what made you make my favourite dessert today of all days?” Bree sighed, she has asked herself the same thing earlier. “I don´t know what made me do it, I never really realized I was making it until I had almost finished, I guess I subconsciously just couldn´t stop-“ She interrupted herself, she wasn´t good in admitting that sort of things. “You couldn´t stop thinking about me, that´s what you wanted to say?” “Yes.” She looked down at her hands, trying to hold back her tears- she felt so vulnerable right now, so fragile and she couldn´t believe that he could still make her feel like this, like the young girl who in all her innocence and naivety had been unable to handle his charm and flirtations and who had ended up to accept his proposal even though she had already made that same promise to somebody else. She felt him move closer to her and then his arms wrapped around her, pulling her against him. “I love you.” His warm breath tickled in her ear but Bree didn´t care, all she cared about were the words, words spoken so quietly that she had barely been able to understand but which had been spoken all the same. “I´m sorry.” She whispered, leaning her head against his shoulder. “For everything.” Rex pressed his lips to her temple, his arms tightening around her. “Don´t be- it´s all my fault. You were right this morning, Bree- I couldn´t stop thinking about what you said all day long. We were so happy- and we both don´t know what happened to us. I don´t want to lose you like that, without even knowing the reason and without having tried to work things out.” “You said earlier that I wouldn´t have understood what you told Dr. Goldfine- what is it what you have told him?” “It´s not easy for me to talk about- it´s- I told him that I had certain needs and that I wouldn´t want you to know about it.” Bree looked up. “Needs? What needs- I mean like- sexual needs?” She was almost afraid to hear his answer, what if he admitted that she was right and then told her that he had betrayed her and that this was the reason he had moved out? Could she forgive him? She wasn´t sure about that… Rex brushed her hair back behind her ear and kept playing with the soft red strands for a while before finally nodding. “Yes, sexual needs.” There was silence for a long moment, then Bree sat up, facing her husband. “Ok- so why are you telling me this now? What has changed from yesterday, from any other day?” “You changed- yesterday morning, when you asked me what had happened to us- it took me the whole night to realize how much it must have cost you to ask me that, how much it must have cost you to admit that you didn´t want me to go- and I realized that it was up to me to do the next step.” “So that´s why you have come here tonight? To take the next step?” “Yes- I won´t pretend that I´m happy with the way things are between us at the moment but only yesterday I realized that you weren´t either- I guess I just assumed that we were living the life you want to live without asking my opinion but then it dawned on me that perhaps I´m not right about it- so I´m willing to work on it- I´m willing to do anything I can to make you happy again. And I really want to try to be happy with you again as well.” “Rex- when you say you want to be happy with me again does that include trusting me? With everything?” She could tell by the expression on his face that he had understood that everything meant the things he had told Dr. Goldfine. “I- I don´t know, Bree, I think it will do more damage than good if I tell you.” “Have you betrayed me?” “What?” He stared at her, obviously lost for words and Bree relaxed again, his reaction had told her all she needed to know. “It´s ok, never mind.” “I do mind, though- how can you think something like that?” “Well, you’ve told me that you have sexual needs you don´t feel comfortable sharing with me, so wouldn´t it have been plausible that you´ve shared them with someone else?” “I would never have done that to you – actually that´s part of the reason I left.” He hung his head and Bree felt a sudden rush of tenderness towards her husband. “You wanted to spare me that, didn´t you? You thought if you left and filed for divorce you could be with someone else without hurting me.” Rex´s face crumpled and when he began to sob, Bree couldn´t help but smile, she had been wondering if he still loved her for too long and now she finally had proof. “Hey-“ She lifted Rex´s face up and leaned in to kiss him, gentle and deeply and then she wrapped his arms around his neck. Her husband pulled her into his lab and buried his face in her neck and Bree felt closer to him that she hadn´t felt in years, not only bodily but also emotionally, she was so relieved that he still loved her and now was prepared to trust her and whatever it might be he was about to tell her, she would be able to cope with it, as long as she had Rex at her side, she could cope with everything.

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 10:56:32 GMT

How much we didn´t want to know about our neighbours

„Rex cries after he ejaculates.“
Rex slowly looks up, feeling white hot anger surge through his body.
How dare she say something like that, who does she think she is?
He takes in the smug expression on her face and his face cracks into a malicious smile, matching his wife´s.
“If you were anywhere near as good in bed as you are in the kitchen I wouldn´t have to.”
He watches the colour drain from her face but she quickly pulls herself together again.
“Oh I´m sorry, you should have said something sooner- I was thinking you couldn´t cope with anything more.”
Susan was the first to get up from the table, muttering “I think Julie has forgotten her key.” She shot Mike a meaningful glance and he followed suit, quickly following her over to the front door.
As it fell shut behind them Rex leaned back in his chair.
“As if you had any idea what else to do than lying flat on your back and wait for me to finish.”
“I thought you´d die of shock if I suggested anything else.”
“Don´t try to appear as though you had any idea what you are talking about, you wouldn´t even know what a blow job is.”
“How would you know, you never even asked.”
“You didn´t exactly encourage me too, you wouldn´t even let me touch you until we were married.”
“Uh- I just remembered I accidently left some cookies in the boy´s room, I think Tom could use some help.”
Seconds later the door fell shut after Lynette as well, which left Gabby and Carlos alone at the table with the raging couple.
“Now what´s that got to do with it?”
“If you had, perhaps we would have known what we were doing on our wedding night.”
“I figured that since I was marrying a doctor I wouldn´t have to worry about that.”
Rex actually was speechless for a moment, then he hissed “You are such a bitch, Bree.”
“And you are a pathetic loser.”
“Ok, guys, I guess we just stop trying to come up with a good excuse, try not to kill yourself, ok?”
Carlos looked at Gabrielle and both of them practically sprinted over to the front door.
As soon as the door had fallen shut behind them Rex got up and rounded the table and reached for Bree´s arm, roughly pulling her up from her chair.
“What the hell was that?”
He asked, trying not to yell at her.
“What was what?”
Bree tried to pull her arm out of his grip but he wouldn´t let go.
“That nice little jest- how could you humiliate me like that, just because I told one of our best friend´s about seeing a marriage counsellor, have you lost your mind?”
“Oh of course, if you do something like that it´s just a little thing and if I do something in return it´s out of bounds, you´re making it damn easy, Rex- just like always.”
Her voice had gone louder towards the end and Rex didn´t bother to keep his own down anymore either.
“Easy? What are you talking about, nothing in my life is easy- I walk sixty hours a week so my dear wife can buy her designer clothes and her orchids and her china, when I come home I have to listen to endless talks about our neighbours and our neighbour´s friends and about our neighbour´s kids, do you actually thing I give a damn about that? And then I have to deal with two teenagers who are completely out of control because you care more about raising your flowers than about raising my children- and then these horrible girlfriend´s of your´s who think I´m a complete idiot and who give me that critical upside down looks every time they see me, and then I know that you have talked about me and analysed me and that I came off worse- of course I do, to you I´m just that stupid guy who brings home your cash and carries your shopping bags.”
Before he could prevent it Bree had slapped him around the face with all the strength she could muster and Rex staggered.
“Are you crazy? What has gotten into you…”
He let go of her arm and tentatively brushed his fingers over his cheek.
“What´s gotten into me? I could ask you the same question- what makes you think you can judge me, what do you know about my life- having to deal with the kids, having to clean and cook all day long- and all I get from you in return is rejection.”
“I´m the one rejecting you? I can´t even remember when you have kissed me for the last time- let alone touched me.”
Bree´s eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Now this is all my fault? I can´t remember you having made any efforts either- sometimes I wonder why I put up with all this build up frustration for so long.”
“Fine-“
Rex had enough of these ridiculous attempts to hurt each other.
He pulled Bree close to him and pressed his lips on her´s, pressing her up against the wall at the same time.
He swallowed her surprised gasp, reaching for the buttons on her pink silk blouse.
Rex broke the kiss and waited for Bree to protest or even shove him away but to his delight she pulled his tie up over his head and let it carelessly fall to the floor, then practically tearing his shirt open.
Rex groaned when she dug her fingernails into his chest, he was thrown by her unusual aggression but he wasn´t going to complain about it.
He pulled her blouse off and then unzipped her skirt, letting it fall down to the floor where it was joined shortly afterwards by his shirt and jacket. Rex pressed his wife harder into the wall and kissed her again, moaning into her mouth when she bit down on his tongue, drawing blood.
He couldn´t remember ever having felt like this before, usually sex between them was all about tenderness and sweetness and now all that was there was this incredible tension crackling in the air between them, as though anything daring to come between us would catch fire.
He simply ripped Bree´s lingerie off her body, then hastily unbuttoned his slacks and stepped out of them along with his boxers.
Bree´s long legs wrapped around him as he lifted her up from the floor and held her up against the wall while entering her with one fierce trust.
Her head fell back against the wall, her eyes closed, lips slightly parted as she clasped her hands around his shoulders to keep her balance.
Neither of them spoke a word as their breathing grew heavier and sweat began to form on their skin, causing their bodies to slide against each other with every movement.
Rex could tell that Bree was getting close, she dug her fingernails even harder into his skin and her legs tightened around his hips as she pressed herself more firmly against him, she cried out when she finally came, then hid her face in his neck as he trust up into her a few more times before he followed her.
He carefully held her up until her legs would support her again, then kissed her once more, gently this time before wordlessly lifting her up into his arms and carrying her over to the staircase.

“Rex?”
“Yeah?”
“I think we´ll have to move.”
Rex laughed, stroking his wife´s silky red hair.
They were lying in bed, Bree´s head laying on his chest, her fingers gently tracing the skin on his shoulder.
“Yes, we´d better- God, I can´t believe we acted like that.”
“Too much unresolved sexual tension?”
“Obviously…”
She touched his cheek.
“I´m sorry.”
“Don´t be- I am.”
“So let´s just say we´re even.”
“Right- Bree?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
He dropped a soft kiss onto head and her content sigh made him smile.
“I love you too.”

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 10:53:44 GMT

Old habits die hard

“Is there anything I can do?”
Orson asked tentatively, watching his wife, concerned.
“You can peel a clove of carlic.”
“Ok.”
Orson sighed, disappointed that she was reacting that way, shutting him out yet again instead of telling him what she was feeling.
Then his eyes fell upon the wine bottle standing next to her on the counter- and he realized that this time simply doing what she requested and wait for the situation to pass by wouldn´t work.
Orson hesitated for a moment- he knew this wasn´t the right time to bring it up but what choice did he have- even though he was worried about Lynette Scavo and Susan´s daughter as well, his wife´s health was the more pressing matter to him right now.
“Bree?”
“Yes?”
Her voice was still snappy and when she looked up Orson could tell that she was short of bursting into tears.
“Bree, I´m really sorry but I have to ask you this- the wine missing from this bottle- did you drink it?”
She didn’t answer but instead turned away from him and her reaction was the answer Orson had been afraid of.
“Bree- look, I know you´re under a lot of pressure right now but that´s no reason to-“
“It sure as hell is a reason!”
Her voice was shrill and Orson flinched.
“Darling, calm down.”
“How can you talk me to calm down? My best friend is being locked up in a supermarket with a mad woman carrying a loaded gun and another friend´s daughter is in there as well. You have no idea what I´m feeling right now.”
“Don´t I? In case you havn´t noticed, my best friend is being in there as well- but that´s not the point here and you know it. No matter what´s happening right now, you are not supposed to drink alcohol. Bree, I can´t be around you and make sure you stay sober all day long, I have to be able to trust you-“
“Trust me? Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me? And you are the right one to talk, you with all your little secrets and unexplained disappearances and police reports.”
She sounded bitter now and Orson sighed.
“What are we doing here? We should try and support each other, instead we´re yelling at each other, I don´t want this.”
“Well, I didn´t start.”
“Yes, you did.”
Orson took the wine- bottle and put it back into the fridge, feeling Bree glaring at him.
“I´m not a child- I can decide what I do and don´t for myself.”
“Well, obviously you can´t- I love you Bree and I´m not loosing you- that´s the last time we had wine in this house.”
“Orson!”
“I mean it. If you can´t take care of yourself, I will do it.”
“I hate you” She hissed, tears streaming down her face.
“No, you don´t- right now you hate yourself.”
Orson replied calmly, reaching for her and pulling her close and Bree hid her face in his neck and began to sob hysterically.
He held her to him, waiting patiently until she had pulled herself together before handing her a handkerchief.
“Thank you” Bree whispered, drying her eyes.
“Better?”
“Yes- I´m so sorry, I just- I just didn´t know how to get through this.”
“Next time you feel like this you´ll just tell me, not leave without telling me and trying to deal with it on your own.”
“It´s so hard, I hate myself for not being able to do it alone.”
“Bree, you´re not supposed to, that´s what you are married for, to let me help you when things get too much. And I think we should get you professional help for the drinking problem- that´s not been the first time, has it?”
He didn´t need to hear it, he knew it was the truth without her telling him.

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 10:51:08 GMT

Waiting

„So can I get you some more ice- cream?“
„Not in that dress.“
Orson left the kitchen and Bree smiled to herself, her heart pounding inside her chest.
She was still convinced that rejecting him had been the right, actually the only thing to do but she couldn´t deny that it had been hard- his kisses and touches were intoxicating and it thrilled her that he wanted her so much.
Of course she wanted him too- but they would be married within two weeks, they had waited until now, they could wait a little while longer.
On the other hand, two weeks could be a very long time, especially if Orson planned on keeping up with teasing and touching her and talking to her in that low, husky voice while undressing her with his eyes.
She chuckled when she remembered herself saying that she wanted their wedding night to be perfect and him replying that actors want opening night to be perfect and that this was why they rehearsed.
Bree absentmindedly played with the ribbon she had just readjusted after Orson had pulled it open, then followed him over into the living room.
“So what are you saying, you´d want some more if I´d take the dress off?”
Orson, who had sat down on the sofa, turned around to look at her.
“Is that an option?”
Bree laughed, sitting down on the back rest of the couch.
“You wish- but seriously, I thought we had agreed on waiting until we´re married.”
“Actually I didn´t have much choice but to agree, I can hardly tell you that I think it´s a silly thing to do.”
“You do think that?”
Bree felt surprised, she had actually thought he´d share her values and the fact that she had obviously been mistaken made her feel uneasy.
“Look, what is there to wait for- are you afraid that I won´t marry you anymore if you sleep with me before the wedding?”
Orson´s words made Bree relax a bit, of course he was right, it wouldn´t make a difference but still…
“I´m sorry, it´s just- my last experience wasn´t very reassuring- I happened to end up having sex with a man I broke up with about two weeks later.”
Orson carefully wrapped his arms around Bree´s waist and pulled her down onto the sofa so she came to lay in his lab, then bent down to kiss her softly.
“We´re getting married in two weeks- do you think it´s likely we´ll break up until then?”
“No- but it´s only two weeks, why can´t you wait?”
“I can wait, Bree and if it means so much to you of course I will.”
“Thank you- I´m sorry that you have to endure this, it´s not your fault after all.”
“There´s nothing to endure, Bree, this isn´t a game to get you into bed, this is about my feelings for you. I love you and I want to express to you how much I do.”
He ran his fingers through her hair, gently smoothing out the soft red strands.
“Will you stay here tonight?”
Bree asked and Orson nodded.
“Yes, of course- as much as I want you nothing could ever be better than kissing you goodnight and watching you fall asleep in my arms.”

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 22:44:48 GMT

Rated: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: 7/3

"A mother´s love II"

Summary: See Part one.

“So I´ll see you later then.” Her father smiled at her and Kayla smiled back without lifting her head up from Bree´s shoulder. “Ok-“ She wondered for a moment if she should ask about Lynette but she simply couldn´t bring herself to do it, it hurt to much to think about Lynette right now, Lynette who was still alive while her beloved mommy was dead. Her father turned around and walked back down the garden path and Bree closed the door again, then looked at Kayla. “So what do you want to do?” Kayla didn´t answer at once, thinking of anything she might want to do but she had no idea- all she wanted was to stay with Bree, it made her feel safe and she had been craving to feel like this ever since her mother had died. “I don´t know-“ Bree brushed her hair out of her face and smiled at her and Kayla felt warmth spread all through her. “Well, actually I was planning on going to the mall this morning, but I don´t assume you feel like going out?” “That´s ok, I don´t mind.” “Are you sure, Sweetie?” Bree´s voice sounded concerned and Kayla felt even warmer inside. “Yeah.” “Good- we´ll have to get you a coat though, it´s too cold outside for nothing but a dress.”

Bree saw the expression on Kayla´s face and assumed that the girl simply didn´t want to face her siblings right now. “I think I have some of Danielle´s old things around somewhere, why don´t we go and see if we can find something your seize.” Kayla´s face lightened up and Bree carried the child up the stairs and into the guest room where she stored clothes she had not given away when her kids had grown out of them. She sat Kayla down on the bed and began roaming through the dressers, quickly finding what she was looking for. “Ok, I think that should be the right seize.” She held out a navy blue woollen coat Danielle had worn when she had been ten and Kayla got up from the bed and Bree helped her into it, then watched the child examine herself in the floor length mirror. “That´s beautiful.” “You think so? I made it myself.” “Really?” “Yes, I used to make clothes for Danielle all the time- you can keep it if you like it.” Kayla´s smile widened as she carefully trailed her fingers over the soft wool.

Bree held out her hand and Kayla took it, looking very sweet in her blue coat and with her hair braided into a long plait. Bree had enjoyed doing the child´s hair, it had reminded her of the time when her own daughter had been much smaller and they had gotten along well. They entered the shopping mall and Bree felt Kayla walk a bit closer to her, obviously overwhelmed by the mass of people after days of nothing but sitting in her room all by herself. She took a shopping cart and wheeled it down the rows, getting everything she would need for dinner and for breakfast next day and then she stopped in front of the sweets shelves and looked down at Tom´s daughter. “Anything you´d like?” Kayla hesitated, then said “Mom always bought snickers bars for us when we were out shopping.” Bree nodded slowly. “So does that mean you want some or you´d rather not?” Kayla shrugged. “I´m not sure.” “Tell you what, I´ll buy some and you can decide if you want them when we are home again, what do you think?” “Yes, ok.” Bree put the sweets into the cart, then walked further down the aisle to get some ice- cream. “What ice cream do you like, Sweetie? I´ll buy vanilla and chocolate anyway but I´ll get you anything else you want.” “No, I like chocolate best too.”

Kayla watched Bree add the ice cream to her shopping cart, then followed her towards the checkout counter. She helped her putting everything onto the counter, then waited until Bree had paid for her shopping before helping her to put everything into the cart once more. She noticed a lot of people look at Bree and felt a stab of pride, almost as though the beautiful woman next to her was something she owned and got to show off, like a doll- or a mother. When they had put the groceries into the car and taken back the cart, Kayla shyly reached for Bree´s hand again and Bree smiled down at her. “Are you hungry, Sweetie?” “A little…” “Good, so shall we go and eat something? What would you like?” Bree waited patiently until Kayla had gathered the courage to answer, holding her hand firmly in her´s. “I´d really like some pizza.” “All right, that shouldn´t be a problem.”

Bree watched Kayla cut her pizza in neat pieces and smiled, wondering how the child had developed any sense for tidiness with Nora having been so chaotic. Bree herself had ordered a salad and had just finished eating it when her cell phone rang. “Hello?” “Hey, where are you?” Bree smiled at the sound of her husband´s voice. “Kayla and I are out for lunch- how are you, busy morning?” “Yes, really busy- but I can leave at six, will you be home then?” “If you are, I´ll be too…” Orson laughed softly. “I love you.” “I know, I love you too. I´ll see you later.” Bree put her cell back into her purse, noticing that Kayla had finished her pizza. “Do you want some dessert here or shall we go home and have ice cream?” “Uhm, do I have to go back to Dad´s then?” Bree sighed, if it had been up to her she wouldn´t have brought Kayla back ever again but of course that was impossible. “Not until later.” Kayla smiled brightly at her. “Ok, then the ice- cream.”

Orson unlocked the front door and hung up his coat, then walked over into the kitchen. He found Bree sitting at the kitchen table with Kayla next to her, reading a fairy tale to her while waiting for her lasagne to be ready. “Hey…” Orson gently kissed his wife, then smiled at the girl. “Had a good day?” “Yes, I did- you too?” Orson smiled, the child seemed much happier than she had this morning. “Yes, thank you. Can I set the table, Darling?” “Oh, you don´t have to, I´ll do it. You could read the rest of Cinderella though.” She handed him the book and got up and Orson sat down in her chair to continue the story.

Kayla watched Bree´s husband, thinking how wonderful it would be if her father would take the time to do that, just sitting somewhere with her without his other kids. She hated having siblings, at least when it were three little boys who teased her all day long and a sister who was complaining about her all the time and always claimed that she had hit or pushed her when she in fact hadn’t even been near Penny at all. She was fascinated how different Bree´s and Orson´s marriage seemed to be from her father´s, even though Tom and Lynette got along fairly well they often yelled at each other or didn´t speak to each other at all while here everything seemed to be warm and harmonic and Kayla just wanted to curl up in the loving atmosphere and never leave again.

Sun, 22 Oct 2006 22:43:37 GMT

Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: 7/3

"A mother´s love"

Summary: Takes place after Nora is dead and Kayla is desperate for a mother substitude.

„Orson?“ Orson Hodge turned around and found himself face to face with Tom Scavo. “Tom, hey- how´s Lynette?” “She´s better but she´ll have to stay at the hospital for some days- how´s Bree?” “Not that good, she´s still blaming herself, I´m really worried about her.” “I´m sorry to hear that- no one thinks-“ “Of course not.” Orson´s voice sounded a bit harsher than he had intended to be but this was about Bree and Orson had very little tolerance when it came to anyone not being outspokenly positive about his wife. Tom looked taken aback for a moment, then said “Actually I wanted to ask a favour of you- I want to take the kids to the hospital to see Lynette but Kayla doesn´t want to come- she- she´s in a right state, actually, she´s shut up in our guestroom all the time and she cries and says she doesn´t want to stay with Lynette and the kids- to be honest, I have no idea what to do with her anymore.” Tom looked desperate and Orson felt himself giving in. Even though he would have liked to keep every kind of stress away from Bree he could hardly deny their neighbour to look after Kayla for a few hours when Tom wanted to visit Lynette. “So you want to bring her over here? Are you sure she´ll be ok with that?” “I don´t think she´ll mind, all she cares about is not having to see Lynette- at least not now. Nora and Lynette didn´t get along very well and of course Kayla knew, so it´s all a bit much for her. Besides I´d rather have her stay with you, I don’t think Gabby would be the right company and Susan and Julie will need time for themselves and....” “Just bring her over here, I´ll see if I can get Bree out of her depression for some time, if not I´ll find something for Kayla to do.” “Thank you so much, you´re saving my life right now.”

“Bree?” Her husband´s soft voice made Bree look up. She felt Orson´s arms close around her and pressed herself against his chest, beginning to sob. “Hey, it´s ok, I´m here- Lynette is a lot better, I just talked to Tom. He´ll be visiting her with the kids this morning.” “Is he mad at me?” “No, of course he isn´t- no one is, Bree, it hasn´t been your fault. How could you know that Carolyn would react like that.” “But-“ “Darling, don´t do this to you. It hasn´t been your fault.” Orson kissed her hair and Bree relaxed a bit. “What else did Tom say?” “He asked if we would look after Kayla for a few hours- apparently she doesn´t want to visit Lynette.” Bree sighed, straightening up. “Of course not, it must be so hard for her, Lynette and Nora did nothing but fight in front of her, she must think that Lynette hated her mother.” “Yes, that seems to be the problem. I said we would, I hope that is ok with you.” “Yes, of course- will Tom bring her over here?” “That´s what he said- if he can get her out of her bedroom, that is.”

“Kayla?” Tom opened the door and found his daughter sitting on the bed, her teddy bear in her arms and her eyes unfocused. “Kayla, Sweetie – “ Tom sat down next to her and finally the girl looked up. “Look, we´ll go to the hospital now- I know you don´t want to come but you can´t stay here all alone, do you understand that?” The child nodded slowly. “Ok.” “So is it ok if you go over to Mrs. Hodge?” “Ok.” “Good- is there anything you want to take with you, a book or something to play with?” Kayla shook her head and Tom sighed, then got up from the bed. “Shall I carry you?” “No, I want to walk.” She hadn´t let anyone touch her since her mother´s death and Tom began to feel worried, it surely couldn´t be normal that an eleven year old girl wouldn´t look for someone to hold her in this situation but every time he offered it to her Kayla refused.

Bree opened the front door and looked down at the small, dark haired girl in front of Tom. She felt like starting to cry all over again when Kayla looked into her eyes, the girl looked so small and lost and Bree could imagine that this was exactly what she felt, too. “Hello, Kayla.” “Hello, Mrs. Hodge.” “Hi Tom-“ “Hey, Bree- look, I just-“ “Shh.” Bree shook her head and nodded towards Kayla who had walked past her and into the hallway. “We´ll talk when you get back, ok?” “Yeah- thanks so much again, I really appreciate what you´re doing.” “Anytime Tom, I mean it. Now go and see Lynette and tell her I´ll come and visit her as soon as she´s well enough.” Bree closed the door and put her hand on Kayla´s shoulder. “Have you had breakfast?” The girl shook her head. “But I´m not hungry.” Bree led the child over into the kitchen and made her sit down in one of the chair at the kitchen table, then sat down next to her. “I know you´re not- but perhaps you could eat something anyway, what do you think? You can have whatever you want, pancakes or waffles or muffins-“ Kayla hesitated and Bree knew she was on the right track. “Look, while you decide I´ll make you some cacao, what do you think?” “Ok- thank you.” Bree smiled warmly at the little girl and gently brushed the long dark hair out of the child´s face.

When Orson entered the kitchen he found Bree standing at the stove with an apron tied around her waist, showing Kayla how to flip pancakes the right way. The child´s face was glowing with the effort and Orson smiled to himself, glad to see that Bree had somehow managed to get the girl out of her misery for now. “Hey, Kayla.” “Hi, Dr. Hodge.” Bree smiled at him, then turned back to Kayla and Orson poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table, not wanting to disturb Bree and the girl. Bree helped Kayla putting the pancakes on a plate and opened the fridge. “Do you want chocolate sauce?” “Yes, please.” Kayla led the way over to the table and sat down on the bench and Bree put three plates and cutlery and the chocolate sauce down. “Do you want more coffee, Darling?” She asked, leaning down to kiss her husband´s cheek. “No, thank you, I´m fine.” Bree sat down next to him and began to serve the pancakes, then poured Kayla some more cacao. Orson watched the child´s eyes follow Bree´s every movement and he realized that Kayla was desperately trying to find some adult to open up to but that she had no chance between not trusting Lynette and having to compete against four siblings when it came to Tom. He finished his breakfast quickly, then got up and announced he would leave for work, thinking it would be good to give Kayla some time alone with Bree.

“So have a good day.” Bree gently kissed her husband and Orson responded, then looked at her very seriously. “If it´s getting too difficult with her call me, all right? I´ll come home and help you then.” “Thank you- but I´m sure we´ll be fine, don´t worry.” They kissed again, then Bree watched Orson walk down the garden path and get into his car before she returned into the kitchen where Kayla was still sitting at the table, painting dots on her pancake with the chocolate sauce. “Hey.” Bree sat down next to the child and Kayla looked up at her. “Hey.” She hesitated, then said “Are you mad at me?” “What?” Bree had no idea what she meant and the question shocked her somehow. “Why do you think that?” “Parker says you and Lynette are best friends.” “Yes- so?” Kayla avoided Bree´s gaze. “I wouldn´t go and visit her with Dad.” “Oh, Sweetie, just because you don´t want to visit Lynette doesn´t mean I´m mad at you- how could I.” Before she knew what she was doing Bree had reached out and put her arms around the small girl and Kayla pressed herself against her, her arms wrapping around Bree´s waist as she began to sob hysterically. Bree just held the child to her, she knew that she couldn´t make it easier for the girl by telling her that she would be all right again for she knew that Kayla wouldn´t believe it anyway.

Kayla wasn´t sure what had made her chose Bree Hodge to hold her as she finally allowed herself to break down completely but somehow she trusted her father´s neighbour, she was the only person she had met since she had moved here who had treated her without prejudices, everyone else had been cautious because of her mother not getting alone with Lynette and her being between it all the time. All she had wanted had been to get to know her father and her siblings and she had really liked Lynette when she had met her but then she had realized that to her she would never been anything but her mother´s daughter- and something that messed up her family life. And now her mother was gone and she was all alone and it was just too much to bear… She felt Bree´s arms tighten around her and buried her face in the woman´s lab, now she had started Kayla had no idea how to ever stop crying again.

Bree felt her heart break as she looked down at the child in her arms, Kayla´s whole body was shaking and Bree felt reminded of herself after her own mother´s death, when she had been sitting on her window sill for hours at a time, wishing someone would just pull her close and hold her and let her cry and no one had- they had all been too busy to deal with their own misery to think about her. She soothingly stroked Kayla´s hair, patiently waiting until the sobs eventually subsided and when the girl finally straightened up again Bree reached into the pocket on her apron and got a handkerchief out of it. “Thank you” Kayla whispered as Bree carefully dried her tears and then cupped the small face in her hands. “Anytime, Sweetie- look, I know what you are going through, my mother was killed in a hid-and-run accident when I was five and my Dad was so occupied with his own feelings that he didn´t find any time to talk to me or to comfort me and it hurt so much.”

Kayla felt even more drawn towards the woman in next to her now she knew that Bree so accurately understood what was going on inside of her. She didn´t offer resistance when Bree pulled her into her lab, instead she buried her face in her neck, deeply inhaling the sweet fragrance of her perfume mixed with the rose scent of her shampoo. She had loved Bree Hodge´s looks from the first moment she had seen her, the bright red hair, fair skin and the elegance she was moving with, the classic clothes and shoes- Kayla whose own mother had always dressed and acted a bit strange and for whom Kayla had often felt a bit ashamed had thought her father´s neighbour was adorable. She had been sad when she had learned from Parker that Bree Hodge happened to be his mother´s best friend but had been pleasantly surprised when she had been in the house while Lynette had been playing poker with her girlfriends there and Bree had treated her just like Lynette´s other kids.

Bree didn´t know how long she had been sitting there with Tom´s daughter in her arms when the doorbell rang. Kayla lifted up her head and Bree studied the girl´s bright eyes, pale face and tousled hair and suddenly she felt a strange desire to protect her and comfort her that had nothing to do with feeling guilty about her mother´s tragic death anymore. “That will be your father.” “Please, I don´t want to go over there- not yet.” Kayla´s voice was quiet but there was a strange note in it, almost like fear and Bree frowned. “Ok- if you don´t want to I´ll talk to Tom- but you will have to tell me why you don´t want to go, ok?” “Ok.” Bree waited until Kayla had climbed out of her lab, then got up from her chair. “Do you want to come to the door with me?” She asked, taking off her apron. “I- can you carry me?” Bree lifted Tom´s daughter up into her arms, amazed how fragile and small the girl was, Danielle had been much taller and heavier at Kayla´s age. She walked over to the door and opened it, wondering what to tell Tom.

Tom could hardly believe his eyes when Bree opened the door with Kayla in her arms, Kayla who had let nobody touch her ever since her mother had died. He felt a bit hurt, he had tried so hard to talk to his daughter, to comfort her but she hadn´t reacted at all and here she was with her arms wrapped around Bree´s neck and her face leaned against her cheek, apparently full of trust for this woman she had barely spoken to until this morning. “Hi- Uhm, I just wanted to say we´re back now.” He smiled at his daughter and Kayla gave him a tiny smile in return, then he looked at Bree. “Lynette asked if you´d like to come and visit her tomorrow, she´d be really happy to see you- uhm-“ His voice trailed away and Bree nodded. “Of course, I´ll go and see her tomorrow- Tom, can Kayla stay a bit longer?” “Uhm- yeah, sure- just call me when I shall pick her up.” He looked at his daughter who was absentmindedly toying with a strand of Bree´s long, red hair and realized that he was intruding upon a very important moment for Kayla- she had finally found someone she trusted and even though it hurt that it wasn´t him, he was grateful for that.

Tue, 17 Oct 2006 01:32:05 GMT

*TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey*
Name:	Rebecca Elisabeth Anna
Birthday:	13.7.1981
Birthplace:	Bonn
Current Location:	Bonn
Eye Color:	green
Hair Color:	red
Height:	1.64m
Right Handed or Left Handed:	right
Your Heritage:	German
The Shoes You Wore Today:	heels
Your Weakness:	chocolate
Your Fears:	spiders
Your Perfect Pizza:	pizza hut cheezy crust
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	getting anyone´s perfect Christmas present
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	lol
Thoughts First Waking Up:	shut up you stupid alarm clock...
Your Best Physical Feature:	everything
Your Bedtime:	about three am
Your Most Missed Memory:	holiday camp
Pepsi or Coke:	COKE
MacDonalds or Burger King:	McDonald´s
Single or Group Dates:	Single
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	Lipton
Chocolate or Vanilla:	Chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee:	Cappuccino
Do you Smoke:	about four times a year on some party
Do you Swear:	no
Do you Sing:	yes
Do you Shower Daily:	no, I prefer baths
Have you Been in Love:	yes
Do you want to go to College:	already finished
Do you want to get Married:	but of course, I´m a girl!
Do you belive in yourself:	absolutely
Do you get Motion Sickness:	no
Do you think you are Attractive:	yes
Are you a Health Freak:	not really
Do you get along with your Parents:	yes
Do you like Thunderstorms:	not very much
Do you play an Instrument:	yes
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	yes
*In the past month have you Smoked:*
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	no
&..39;In the past month have you gone on a Date:'	no
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	yes
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	yes
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	no
In the past month have you been on Stage:	no
In the past month have you been Dumped:	no
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	no
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	no
Ever been Drunk:	yes
Ever been called a Tease:	yes
Ever been Beaten up:	no
Ever Shoplifted:	uhm...
How do you want to Die:	I want to fall of my really valuable Arabian horse and break my neck
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	uhm even more grown up? Haha- a top lawyer
What country would you most like to Visit:	One I havn´t been to yet? Canada
*In a Boy/Girl..*
Favourite Eye Color:	green
Favourite Hair Color:	black
Short or Long Hair:	short
Height:	1,80 m and more
Weight:	uh- depends
Best Clothing Style:	suit and tie
Number of Drugs I have taken:	none
Number of CDs I own:	about 2000
Number of Piercings:	none
Number of Tattoos:	two
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	zero
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Mon, 16 Oct 2006 23:32:48 GMT

Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Like it was
Disclaimer: Not mine

“Nightmares”

Summary: Set after the kitchen scene.

Speaking of nightmares- Orson was sure that Bree was just going trough one right now but it was nothing compared to what would happen if Mike Delphino would tell anyone…
“Bree?”
She turned around to him.
“Yes?”
“Has Susan said anything about Mike? Is he all right? People who have been in a coma for a long time often suffer from amnesia- or even brain damage.”
“No, no I havn´t talked to her, Gabrielle called me and she didn´t know it from Susan either- I´m sorry, I can´t think right now.”
She sat down on the sofa again, staring into the fire apparently without seeing anything at all and Orson watched her for a while, thinking how peaceful this evening could be if he just had shut up about Andrew when he knew she wouldn´t be able to cope with her guilt and Mike Delphino hadn´t decided to come back into his life and threaten to tear everything apart. Orson took his mug of cacao and walked over to the sofa, putting the mug down and sitting down next to his wife.
“Hey…” He cupped her cheek, his thumb gently brushing away the single tear that was clinging to her eyelashes.
“Don´t cry, that won´t change anything- it´s over now, you have to look forward, not back.” “I´m the worst mother alive.”
Bree closed her eyes, leaning into his comforting touch, her hand covering his.
“Darling, you´re not- you love both of them so much, I´m sure Andrew has realized that now and Danielle will in time.”
“I wouldn´t be too sure about that.”
She sounded weary and Orson took her mug away from her and placed it onto the table next to his before pulling her close to him.
“You have to be patient, it won´t happen today or tomorrow but they´ll both come around eventually.”
He kissed her hair, enjoying the way her body fitted against his, how she trusted him so completely and he felt his heart swelling with tenderness.
“I love you.”
He wasn´t even sure if she had heard his quiet words but then she looked up at him and Orson closed his eyes when her soft lips covered his.
“Make love to me.”
She breathed against his lips, her hands gliding up his chest to the collar of his shirt.
“Here?”
He asked, feeling amazed- even though she had considerably loosened up during the brief time they had been married she had never yet suggested having sex anywhere but in the bed- room- though of course the idea of staying here next to the hot, blazing fire was tempting. “Yes.”
She slowly began to unbutton his shirt, her fingertips brushing against his newly exposed skin- his hands found their way underneath her cardigan almost on their own accord, gliding up her back over the silky material of her top.
They continued to undress each other slowly, the process punctured by many languid kisses and touches and when Orson finally eased Bree down onto the couch her porcelain skin was flushed with arousal.
They both groaned when he pushed himself inside of her and Bree´s eyes fluttered shut as her head feel back against the pillows, a fine layer of sweet beginning to form on her skin.
Orson took his time, slowly and deliciously driving her higher and higher, he wanted to make this perfect for her, wanted to make her forget about everything but their love and devotion for each other.
Bree moaned his name when she came and Orson followed her shortly afterwards, kissing her deeply before closing his arms tightly around her.

Orson tenderly looked down at the woman sleeping in his arms.
The dying fire made Bree´s red hair glow, her skin even paler than usual in contrast.
Orson lightly ran his fingertips up his wife´s upper arm, then brushed her hair away from her shoulder and bent down to kiss her neck.
Bree shifted slightly in his embrace without waking up.
Orson was tempted to just stay down here- it was warm and comfortable next to the fireplace but of course Bree´s children would come home sometime later and they surely wouldn´t appreciate to find them here like this.
Orson was hesitant to wake Bree up however, he was relieved she had fallen asleep at all, he had thought it possible that the guilt she was feeling would keep her awake all night.
So Orson thought it best to just let her sleep- but of course that would mean he had to carry her upstairs and either leaving her alone there while coming back downstairs to collect their clothes that were scattered all over the floor or leaving them down here, both of which Bree wouldn´t approve of.
He compromised by reluctantly disentangling himself from his wife´s body and putting on his boxers before beginning to pick up their clothes, smoothing them out on the sofa next to Bree, then carefully swept his wife up into his arms and carried her over to the staircase and up into their bedroom.
After folding back the sheets he laid her down onto the mattress, then covered her with the sheets, watching her while putting on his robe, making sure he would notice if she woke up. He tiptoed out of the bedroom and hurried back downstairs, gathering their clothes up from the couch and when he arrived back in the bedroom
Bree was still sleeping and Orson relaxed.
He put the clothes away as quiet as possible, thinking of the first and last time he had left Bree asleep in the bedroom, before she had told him about her worst fear, waking up alone in the middle of the night and realizing that he was gone.
He had held her to him, not really knowing what to make of her clinging to him as though drowning, her arms wrapped around his neck so tightly he could hardly breathe while she sobbed into his shoulder for minutes before he could get any other reaction out of her.
She then had told him, about her husband and how he had moved out of the bedroom first and then out of the house and filed for divorce before she had found out that he was sleeping with another woman and how it had broken her heart.
About George, who had told her that he loved her and that he would never hurt her and who then had threatened to leave her if she wouldn´t agree to have sex with him.
About Peter who had been her last anchor when her life dissolved around her and whom she had found in bed with Andrew in the end.
And she had told him about how Danielle had run away from home and she hadn´t been able to sleep anymore, all alone in this house and inher bed and forsaken by everyone she had ever loved in her life- and Orson had kissed away her tears and held her tight and promised her that he would never leave her alone again and that she would never again have to doubt being loved.
Orson put his robe back into the dresser, then walked over into the bathroom to brush his teeth, leaving the door wide open, again in case Bree woke up before he was back in the bedroom.
He had just dried off his hands when he heard her moving in the bed.
“Orson?”
“I´m here, Darling.”
He closed the bathroom door behind him and took a nightgown for Bree out of the dresser on his way over to the bed.
She smiled when he handed it to her, then pulled it over her head before folding back the sheets for him.
“Thank you for not waking me.”
Orson switched off the lamp on his nightstand, then laid down and pulled Bree close to him. She kissed him softly before settling into his arms, her head coming to rest on his chest.
“I was kind of hoping you wouldn´t wake up at all.”
Bree sighed, her fingers tracing patterns on her husband´s chest.
“I´m ok, really- it just was a shock- when I told him to look for a job I was more thinking along the lines of delivering papers or washing cars, not- well, you know.”
“I think he subconsciously wanted to be as miserable as possible.”
“You mean so I would feel even more guilty in the end?”
Orson didn´t answer, he knew that she had understood him accurately and that her question hadn´t really been one.
“Try and go back to sleep, ok?”
“Yes, I will- I´m so sorry about all that, about you having to deal with my catastrophic family structures all the time, that surely wasn´t what you expected when you asked me to marry you-“
“Bree, I knew you have children and I knew that it wouldn´t be easy but I don´t care, I love you and I want to be with you and that´s all that matters. And besides being a substitute father also has it´s good sides- right, I havn´t found them yet, but-“
Bree chuckled.
“You´re awful.”
“Well, I made you laugh after all- that´s something.”
“Yes- I love you.”
“I love you too. We could go out tomorrow night, just you and me, what do you think?”
“You think it´s safe to leave them alone in the house?”
Orson shrugged.
“We can give them some money and tell them to stay out as long as they want.”
Bree actually laughed this time and Orson pushed his luck by starting to tickle her, sending her into a fit of giggles.
“Orson, stop it, please-“
She sounded breathless and obeyed and instead he turned her onto her back and looked into her eyes.
“You know I´ll always be there for you, whatever happens, don´t you?”
“Yes. Of course I know that- that´s part of why I love you so very much.”
Her fingers laced through his hair and she pulled his face down to her´s to kiss him.
Orson responded gently, hoping against hope that everything would be all right, that by some miracle Mike Delphino wouldn´t tell anyone about his past, that Bree would fall asleep easily and wake up in the morning and feel happy again but he knew it wouldn´t be that easy.
There was no reason to believe that Mike wouldn´t talk- and in the morning Bree would still feel she had failed her son.
All he could do was trying to shut Mike up, whatever it might take- and to hold his wife in his arms, making her feel warm and safe and loved.

Sun, 15 Oct 2006 22:33:19 GMT

Question and Answer
10 Questions:

1. Ture Love is…
2. Ture Friendship is…
3. I hate…
4. True Freedom is…
5. I love...
6. I admire...
7. I wish...
8. Ture Luck is
9. I need...
10. The truth is…

1. ... only possible between two people standing on several layers of buttercreme icing
2. ... independent of age and time and space
3. ... Weeds- they suddenly pop up and it´s so hard to get rid of them... only kidding. Uhm, intolerance, poverty, war- that´s a bit like in Miss Congeniality when she´s asked what the world needs and she says harsher punishments for parole violators- so I hate everything that´s in the way of world peace?
4. ... is there at all? Well, perhaps inside your own mind- so then it´s when you can say that you don´t regreat anything you´ve done in your life the moment you die- or so I suppose
5. ... stars, lilies, choclate, the full moon, Vogue, perfume, pearls, fashion, movies, books and Bailey´s ;)
6. ... Gillian Anderson and Marcia Cross for being my role- models- and my friends for making every day a special one
7. ... I had a daughter- at least someday
8. ... Falling in love with the right person
9. ... right now? More ice cream- apart from that, I´m with Ivana Trump- Don´t get mad, get everything
10. ... Out there...

Sat, 14 Oct 2006 12:18:42 GMT

Rating: PG
Spoilers: Season three
Disclaimer: Not mine
Paring: Bree/Orson

"Family Portrait"

Summary: See part one.

Bree led the way over into the kitchen and put the bag she had been carrying onto the counter, then began to unpack it. Orson, who had followed her, put the remaining bags down, then opened the fridge and began to refill it. “So what do you want for dinner?” “You havn´t planned anything?” “Not really, I wanted to ask you- I´ve decided all week long.” “Well, you´re the one who cooks so that´s how it´s supposed to be, isn´t it?” Bree smiled at her husband. “If you say so- ok, so I´ll try and come up with something- by the way, have you sorted out your paper work?” “Yes, I have- it won´t take more than two or three hours tomorrow, so I´ll be on time to help you with everything.” “Orson, you don´t have to-“ “Shh.” Orson stepped over to her and placed a soft kiss onto her lips. “Don´t even say it- I want to. And now go upstairs and change and I´ll put away the rest of your shopping. And then I´ll cook for a change, you´ll be in the kitchen half of the day tomorrow anyway.” “But-“ He silenced her with a glance, then nudged her gently into the direction of the staircase. “Go on, or I will be finished before you´re even back down here.”

Orson watched Bree leave the kitchen and smiled to himself, she was so sweet when she tried over and over again to stay in control of everything just to give in every time eventually. He unpacked the bags and put them away, then took a package of rice out of a cupboard and opened the fridge again, searching for the ingredients he would need for his risotto. He loved cooking it for Bree, not only because she enjoyed it so much but also because he had cooked it for her the night she had accepted his proposal.

Bree had just gotten out of the shower when the phone on her bedside table started to ring. She quickly wrapped a towel around her wet hair, then took the receiver. “Hello?” “Bree? It´s Gabby- I´m really sorry to bother you but could you look after Chrissy for an hour? Carlos and I want to go for a walk and talk and- well- I think it would be better without taking her with us.” Bree sighed, Orson would freak when he heard about this. “Have you called-“ “Yes, I have, no one is at home except you- please, Bree, she´ll be sleeping anyway and I promise to pick her up again in an hour.” Bree briefly closed her eyes, then said “All right.” “Thank you, you´re the best friend imaginable.” Gabrielle hung up and Bree smiled painfully. She somehow had the feeling that her husband wouldn´t care about that…

“Bree, please, tell me you´re joking… Not twice in one day.” Orson looked pleadingly at his wife. “Darling, I´m so sorry, she won´t bother you, she´ll sleep and when we´ve finished dinner Gabrielle will pick her up again, anyway.” Orson crossed his arms over his chest, he was seriously annoyed and he wasn´t afraid of showing it. Bree stepped over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him through her long eyelashes. “Don´t be like that, I´ll make it up to you later, I promise…” She kissed him and Orson sighed. “All right, I´ll try and get over it.” “Thank you, you´re just to good to be true.”

Carlos lifted the baby- carriage up the front steps and smiled at Bree. “Thank you so much, we really appreciate your help.” “That´s all right- I´ll see you in an hour then.” “Yes, of course.” Bree closed her front door and looked down into at the sleeping child, hoping that Christina simply would stay that sweet and quiet until her parents came back here. She carefully tugged the blanket in a bit tighter around the small girl, then left the baby- carriage in the hallway and walked back over into the kitchen where her husband had already set the table. “That looks wonderful” She told him, sitting down and Orson smiled. “Just for you.” He put the plates down at the table, then sat down next to his wife and poured her a glass of water. “You really think she´ll stay like this?” “What, asleep? I hope so- but Gabby has fed her before she has brought her over and normally she should- babys aren´t little monsters, you know.” She chuckled and Orson frowned. “I wouldn´t be too sure about that- I bet if she was aware of the fact that we want to sit here and have dinner she would start screaming right now.” “She wouldn´t- and even if she did, she wouldn´t do it to annoy us, she´s too small for that.” “If you say so- I hope she knows that too.”

Fri, 13 Oct 2006 21:53:26 GMT

Rating: R
Spoilers: It takes two
Disclaimer: Disney

"Passion- next part"

Summary: See part one.

She doesn´t giggle when he picks her up and carries her over through the door of their hotel-room- this isn´t about tow newlyweds playing some foolish game, this is about him overpowering her and her willingly giving in to him.
No word is spoken between them as he takes her over into the bedroom of their suite, no vows of eternal love and never ending devotion, they both know, there is no need to say it out loud, there never was, it has been clear between them from their very first touch.
He halts in front of the bed and kisses her, a deep kiss full of longing, a kiss that promises her everything he has to give.
She pulls him down on the bed with her, no longer able to control herself and he allows her to push his coat off his arms before he grabs her wrists and forces her down into the sheets, now he can finally have what he wants and he has no intention to rush it.
He kisses her again, then sits up and pulls her up with him before taking the pins out of her hair.
It falls around her face and spills over her milky- white shoulders, he lifts up his hands and slowly combs them through the fiery strands, savouring the silky feeling against his skin.
His hands glide over her shoulders and down her back to the zip of her dress, brining it down, his fingertips slide over the newly exposed skin and he parts the corsage, letting the cloth pool down around her waist.
She lifts her hips so he can get her out of the dress and then she´s lying on the sheets in nothing but lacy white lingerie and silky stockings.
He looks at her for minutes, just taking her in, every curve of her flawless body, the faint glow of the moonlight on her porcelain skin.
He watches the effect he´s having by just looking at her- her pupils delete as her eyes darken, a deep red flush appears on her fair skin, her breath quickens as her whole body tenses in anticipation.
She bites her lip and he knows she had almost asked him to touch her and she knows he wouldn´t have appreciated it.
Perfection takes time and that´s what he is intending to archive every time he makes love to her, this and noting less for nothing less could ever be good enough for her.

Fri, 13 Oct 2006 21:49:49 GMT

Rated: PG-15
Spoilers: SATC/ I heart NY
Disclaimer: abc

"Expectations"

Summary: See part one

Rex Van De Kamp looked up from his book when his daughter entered the living room. She walked straight past him, ignoring him completely and took a book out of a shelf, then made her way over to the staircase. “Aren´t you speaking to me anymore?” Rex asked, turning around in his seat. “No, I´m not.” Danielle answered but turned around to face her father all the same. “Look, Sweetie, I´m really sorry about picking a fight with your mother again and believe me, I feel as bad about this as you do.” “Yeah, sure…” Rex sighed. “Danielle, I love Bree. The thought of loosing her scares the hell out of me.” Danielle cautiously came back over the sofa. “Really?” “Yes- I have no idea what to do, I called her and told her I needed her back, but- but I don´t know if it made any difference.” Danielle bent down and wrapped her arms around her father´s neck.

“Bree?” “Yes?” “Do you want me to leave you alone?” “No, of course not.” Trey pulled Bree closer to him, savouring the feeling of her body pressed against his side. He wanted to tell her that he loved her so much but he didn´t want to pressure her any further. Instead he asked “Are you hungry?” “A little-“ “Do you want to go out or order something from the room service?” “Actually I´d like to forget about everything for a while- we´ll have all night to be alone after all.” Trey nodded slowly, trying not to think about the fact that she would leave tomorrow and that perhaps he wouldn´t see her ever again. “Ok, so where do you want to go?” “I don´t know, just somewhere for dinner and afterwards- let´s just see what we can come up with.” Trey watched her getting up from the bed and pulling on her robe before walking over to the bathroom door.

“Not again…” Carrie moaned, reaching for Miranda´s arm and turning her towards the bar. “Fantastic. Where´s Charlotte?” “I don´t know, somewhere over there- we should find her as quickly as possible though, I don´t think she wants to see this.” They watched the couple standing at the bar, Trey in a white shirt and black trousers, the red haired woman next to him in a breathtaking grey satin dress. “She´s really beautiful, isn´t she.” Carrie shrugged at Miranda´s words. “Great, good for Trey- now what are we going to do, we can´t let Charlotte- oh, please.” She watched as Trey pulled Bree close to him and kissed her, a deep, intimate kiss, not at all the kind of kiss you should share in a public place. “Oh my God, what is he thinking, what happened to being a gentle- man?” “No idea.” Trey let go of Bree again, then asked her something and she nodded and he pulled her over onto the dance floor. “How very touching.” Carrie commentated as she watched the couple dance, their bodies so close to each other that she could hardly tell that they were two different bodies at all. “Looks like he´s really in love with her.” Carrie looked over at her friend. “Yeah, I know.”

Bree felt Trey´s arms tighten around her and she put her head onto his shoulder, closing her eyes. His lips grazed her neck, ever so gently caressing her skin and Bree felt tears dwell in her eyes- she hated having to leave him but then there were her children who needed her and Rex- the thought of her husband made her heart pound in her chest but it wasn´t a good feeling, she felt dizzy every time she pictured having to talk to her husband when she got home, she couldn´t imagine them getting back together but she also couldn´t imagine living with him in one house for years without being a couple either- it would be unbearable to feel the tension, to see his accusing gaze, to feel her children´s pain, to answer all the awkward questions of neighbours and friends and eventually Danielle would leave for college and Rex would move out and then she would be all alone… “Stop thinking about it.” Trey´s voice was quiet but Bree caught the words all the same. “I can´t” She whispered back, pressing herself more firmly against her lover´s body.

Thu, 12 Oct 2006 11:49:51 GMT

Title: Love and other problems II
Disclaimer: abc
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Love is in the air

Summary: See part one.

Andrew moodily stared out of the window, feeling utterly depressed. “Hey, what are you doing up here? We´re having beer down there- not to mention fun.” Andrew looked up at the sound of his sister´s voice. “I don´t feel like drinking- or having fun, come to think of it.” Danielle sat down next to him. “You could at least switch on the light-“ “I like sitting in the dark.” There was silence for a moment, then Danielle said “Look, it´s not that bad- at least Dad moved back home for good and we won´t have to spend out weekends at some messy bachelor´s apartment.” “Yeah, great- instead we´ll have to endure him cooing over Mom all the time now.” “Andrew, he loves her.” “Why? How can he love her, she´s unbearable.” “Maybe not for him.” Andrew studied his sister´s face for a moment. “You sound far too grown up right now- what happened to my egocentric, snobby baby- sister?” Danielle slapped his shoulder and Andrew winced. “Hey, that hurts- you know I love you, don’t you?” “Yeah, I do- I love you too, even though you´re a stupid, big idiot.” Andrew smiled, then put his arm around Danielle´s shoulders. “What do you think are they doing right now?” “Well, what would you be doing?” “Ok- so actually we´d be better off with just staying over here tonight?” “Probably.”

Bree shivered when her husband unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it down her arms before bringing his lips back to her neck. She bent her head back to give him better access, feeling like wax in his arms. She was scared out of her mind but at the same time she realized that she hadn´t even known how much she had missed her husband until this very moment. She relaxed back into her pillow when Rex unzipped her skirt and pulled it down her legs, his hands trailing up her thighs. His lips followed, leaving small kisses all the way up her body, making her moan softly. He kissed her once more, deeply and lovingly while reaching around her to unclasp her bra. “Rex-“ Her voice sounded breathless when his hand cupped her breast and gently teased the soft flesh, up to now everything was just as it was supposed to be, no unpleasant surprises, he was treating her just the way she liked. Rex straightened up to get out of his remaining clothes, then looked into her eyes, seeking reassurance. “Are you sure you´re ok with that?” “Yes, of course.” She smiled encouragingly at him and lifted her hips off the bed to make it easier for him to pull her panties off. She waited for him to cover her body with his but he surprised her by sitting up against the headboard and reaching for her, pulling her into his lab. “Rex, what-“ “Shh.” His left hand remained on her waist while the right one reached for her thigh and made her straddle him. Bree instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, she felt exposed and insecure and she didn´t like the feeling at all. “Don´t.” Rex reached for her wrists and slowly pulled her arms away from her body and put her hands on his shoulders instead. Bree closed her eyes, trying hard not to panic- she had asked him to show her what he wanted, she couldn´t chicken out already after all- she gasped when Rex´s hand touched her breast again while his lips found her neck. “You´re so beautiful” He whispered against her skin and Bree relaxed a bit but tensed up again instantly when his hand glided down her side and came to rest on her hips. She knew what he wanted of course but doing it would be a real challenge- not only wasn´t this at all what she expected when it came to making love, she also had no idea how to do it- she usually got up from the table and announced she would make some more coffee when Lynette or Edie or Gabrielle started to talk about sex. Rex fingers lazily trailed over her abdomen and lower, finally gliding between her legs. He covered her lips with his again while pushing his fingers inside of her, gently moving them in and out. Bree kissed him back, trying to get used to the new sensation and once she had stopped fighting against it and given in to it she had to admit that it felt amazing. She felt herself getting wet and after some time Rex seemed to decide that it would be enough- his hands closed around her waist again, lifting her up, his erection gently pressing up against her. “Take your time” He whispered, guiding her as she carefully lowered her body onto him. Bree couldn´t remember ever having felt like this, it was so different to anything she was used to, so much more intense and she bit her lip, pausing for a moment when it got too much. Rex waited patiently until she had relaxed again, kissing her shoulder until she had taken him in all the way, then held perfectly still within her, just caressing her skin with his lips and hands. “Rex?” “Yes?” “What am I going to do now?” “I don´t know, just move, try to find out what you´re comfortable with.”

Thu, 12 Oct 2006 11:23:09 GMT

Title: First date
Spoilers: Listening to the rain on the roof
Disclaimer: abc
Rated: PG

Summary: Bree´s and Orson´s first date.

Bree Van De Kamp closed the front door behind her, then turned around to the man next to her.
Orson Hodge was as soaked as she was but still it had been the most perfect date imaginable, including the most romantic first kiss she could have hoped for, a kiss in the pouring rain.
“I need to put your clothes through the dryer, you´ll catch a cold in them- you can wear one of Rex´s old robes in the meantime- if you don´t mind” She added, a bit unsure what his reaction to that offer would be.
To her enormous relief Orson just smiled and nodded and she led the way up into her bedroom and took a robe that had belonged to her former husband out of the dresser, glad that she had decided to keep them.
She watched Orson walk over into the bathroom and waited until he had shut the door before she began to undress herself.
She put on a pair of slacks and a green cashmere sweater and had just begun to blow dry her hair when Orson returned into the room, his wet clothes folded over his arm.
“I didn´t know your hair was so curly” He stated, stepping over to her.
“Well, that´s what it looks like if I don´t straighten it.”
She put the hair dryer away and got up, then took his clothes from him.
“I´ll put them into the dryer then, do you want a cup of tea or coffee or anything else?”
“Tea would be great- and it´s very nice of you to dry my clothes, it wouldn´t have been very comfortable to drive home in them.”
“And it would have meant you´d have left straight away.”
Bree felt herself blushing as soon as the words had left her mouth and Orson smiled tenderly at her.
He leaned in and Bree closed her eyes when his lips covered her´s again, very gently this time- she was rapidly falling in love with him and it felt wonderful.
When they broke apart, Orson´s hand remained lying on the base of her neck a moment longer than necessary, then he reluctantly let go of her and Bree led the way downstairs.
Orson sat down at the kitchen table while Bree put his trousers and skirt into the dryer, then walked over to the kitchen counter and began making tea.
She felt Orson´s eyes following every movement when she took a plate out of the cupboard and filled it with cookies and blushed, the plain way of showing her his affection confused and excited her all at once.
She put cups and the teapot down on the table and then the plate with cookies before sitting down on a chair next to her date.
“That was a lovely lunch.”
Orson nodded, reaching for her hand and gently brushing his thumb over her skin.
“Yes, it was- you were lovely.”
“Orson…” She felt the blush in her cheeks deepen and hastily busied herself with pouring tea. “Well, it´s true. You´re impossible beautiful- and you´re smart and easy to talk to and I´m the luckiest man on earth to have had the chance to take you out.”
Bree looked up, lost for words.
Showing her that he was attracted to her was one thing but saying it out loud like this was something else.
“You were welcome to.”
His hand found her´s again as he asked “So can I assume we´ll do this again?”
Bree heart began to beat a bit faster, she had been waiting to hear the question ever since they had gotten back to her house.
“Yes, of course.”
Her voice was barely more than a whisper, she was so afraid to make the wrong decision by opening up to yet another man instead of holding him on a healthy arm´s lengths and try and sort out that horrible mess her life had become alone but he made her feel so good…
Orson lifted her hands up to his lips, gently kissing her fingertips, one after another, his gaze never leaving her´s.
The spell was broken by the buzzing of the dryer and Bree gently withdrew her hand from Orson´s.
“I´ll go and get your clothes out.”

Thu, 12 Oct 2006 11:16:21 GMT

Title: Saving you
Spoilers: A weekend in the country
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: abc

Summary: Missing scenes for the ep.

Orson found his wife on a bench, dissolved in tears. He sat down next to her, wondering what to do. He had known of course that there was a good chance that Bree´s son would reappear in her life at some point and that it might cause trouble but he hadn´t thought it would be that troublesome- and that she would be that devastated. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to her, then took her hand. “Come on, let´s go home.” She didn´t say one word and Orson began to feel worried. First he had assumed that she simply hadn´t found Andrew but now he was wondering if perhaps she had found Andrew and it hadn´t worked out the way she had expected it to. After learning that she had abandoned her son on a roadside Orson could imagine how much rage the boy must feeling, how much hatred towards a mother who in his eyes had been too weak to help him during his own hurt and confusion after his father´s death but instead had despaired over her own pain. Orson pulled Bree to him and asked “What happened, Darling? Did you find him?” She nodded, hiding her face in his shirt and Orson sighed while stroking her hair. He didn´t know what to say, he so much wanted to take away her pain but he couldn´t think of anything that would make her get over the fact that her son obviously didn´t want to talk to her. “Look, let´s go home, ok? You´re exhausted and you´re upset, you should eat something and sleep.” Bree didn´t answer at all and so Orson wordlessly got up and pulled her up with him. He led her over to the car and helped her into the passenger seat, glad that he had insisted on accompanying her, driving in the state she was in wouldn´t have been the best idea.

Bree hardly noticed her husband stopping the car in front of their house and she didn´t even look up when Orson opened the door for her and helped her out. She felt like falling through thick fog, everything was blurred and distant and the short walk from the car up to the front door seemed like an unmanageable challenge. “Hey…” Orson´s voice was soft but she could hear the slight hint of despair and it brought tears to her eyes again. She didn´t want him to be disappointed and upset, she wanted him to be happy with her but she just couldn´t summon the energy to smile at him and tell him everything would be all right again for it wouldn´t be. She leaned against him for support, his warmth and love was all that kept her from shattering into a million pieces. Orson kissed her forehead, then swept her up into his arms and carried her up the garden path. Bree relaxed into her husband´s arms, she trusted him completely and that realization made her feel a bit better, she had been so scared that she would never be able to trust or love again and here she was, helplessly drawn to this man and so very much in love with him that it made her heart ache. Orson carefully put her down to unlock the door and Bree tried hard to pull herself together a bit. Her husband looked at her and she finally managed a tiny smile. “It´s ok, I can walk now.” She led the way over into the kitchen where Orson insisted on her sitting down while he began to make tea and fix some sandwiches. She refused to eat at first, but he wouldn´t let her and Bree had to smile again when he picked up a sandwich and brought it up to her lips. “Orson, I can eat alone.” “I know you can, but since you won´t I´ll make you.” Bree took a bite of the sandwich and savoured the taste, every meal her husband made was delicious, whether it was simple sandwich or a gourmet meal. It took an amazingly short time for her to finish and she didn´t refuse anymore when her husband handed her a second sandwich before getting up to get their tea.

Thu, 12 Oct 2006 10:49:28 GMT

Rated: PG
Spoilers: Season three
Disclaimer: Not mine

"Family Portrait- next part"

Summary: See part one.

Orson stepped up behind his wife and brought his lips close to her ear. “Hello, Darling” He breathed and Bree turned around, a smile spreading across her face. “Orson, what are you doing here?” She put the sugar she had been taking out of the shelf into her grocery cart, then wrapped her arms around her husband´s neck and kissed him deeply. “I called before I left the office and Danielle said you were still at the mall, so I thought I´d take my chance.” “That´s perfect, I´ve been so bored all alone.” “Well, I have every intention to brighten up your boring shopping trip…” He kissed her again and Bree literally seemed to melt into his arms. He finally let go of her and took her shopping list out of her hand, consulting it. “Bree, there´ll still be shops when you wake up in the morning, you know.” “Stop mocking me- I´ll have to bake the whole morning, I won´t have time to go shopping again- besides, what would you rather have me home tomorrow morning or be out at the mall again?” “Fair point- so let´s hurry up so we can get home- I´m starving and besides I can´t wait to have you all to myself.”

Bree smiled as she watched Orson push her shopping card down the aisle, he managed to amaze her over and over again- instead of going home and waiting for her he actually had come over here to help her and he hadn´t even really complained about her two paper- sheets long shopping list. She followed her husband down the next aisle and had just taken a package of flour down from a shelf when she heard her name. “Hey, Bree-“ She turned around to see Gabrielle walking towards her with a baby- carriage and her six months old daughter Christina on her arm. Gabrielle´s voice sounded much less enthusiastic when she turned to Bree´s husband. “Hi Orson.” Orson smiled politely, then signalized to Bree that he would leave them alone. “Gabby, hi- aw, that jacket is so sweet.” “Yeah, my mother gave it to me- she´s very taken with Chrissy, more than she has ever been with me, anyway. So what are you doing here that late?” “Uhm, I had Parker and Penny over this morning and we made pancakes for breakfast and I need some time to clear up the mess afterwards.” Gabrielle laughed. “Oh my God, I bet Orson loved this.” “What do you mean?” “Come on, Bree, he hates children.” “That´s a bit harsh- he doesn´t hate them, he´s just not- well, he doesn´t really know what to do with them.” “Well, as long as he knows what to do with you…” “Gabrielle.” Gabby chuckled. “Sorry, I couldn´t resist- I have to go now, Carlos will be over for dinner. See you tomorrow at four?” “Yes- so try and have a good evening.” “It will be all right and after all, he´s Chrissy´s father and I want them to have a normal relationship.” “Yes, of course you do.” Bree gently stroked the small girl´s hair, then kissed her friend´s cheek.

Orson looked up from his magazine when Bree walked towards him. “You´re already finished?” “Yes, sure- so how was you talk with Gabby?” He couldn´t help but notice that Bree wasn´t quite meeting his eyes when she said “It was- nice.” “Ok, what did she say about me this time?” “What do you mean?” “Oh come on, she hates me, there´s never a conversation between you and her where she doesn´t make at least on jest about me.” Bree sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. “It was nothing, really, I just told her that we had Penny and Parker over this morning and she said that you will have loved this and when I asked her what that was supposed to mean she said you hate kids.” Orson wondered briefly if he should respond to this, then decided against it. He didn´t actually hate kids- well, maybe he even did but what did it matter- Bree´s were almost grown up and the few hours a week he was confronted with their neighbour´s he could survive. He took Bree´s hand and smiled at her. “Come on, let´s get out of here.”

Sun, 08 Oct 2006 21:49:39 GMT

Rated: PG
Spoilers: Pilot
Disclaimer: Not mine

"Cold II"

Summary: See part one.

She didn´t answer, just hid her face in his neck again and Rex leaned back against the headboard, his heartbeat slowly returning back to normal.
He relaxed a bit, concentrating on Bree´s even breathing, her warm lips on his neck, her hand lightly stroking his hair while she snuggled up closer to him.
“Rex?”
“Yes?”
“I think we should change- we have at least to go over to Paul´s when they get back from church.”
She didn´t sound like her usual determined self at all, rather as though she would have liked nothing better than just to stay where she was, with him.
“Yes, I suppose so- how long will you need to fix your make-up and everything?”
“Not that long-“ Bree straightened up and looked at him, her arms still lying around his neck. “Will you stay here with me till I´ve finished?”
“If you want me to.”
“I do…” She leaned forward and dropped a soft kiss on his forehead, then gently entangled herself from his arms and got up.
Rex followed her over to the bathroom door and leaned against the doorframe while Bree stepped up to the mirror, sighing when she got sight of her ruined hair and make- up.
She picked up a brush and began to run it through her hair, wincing when it got tangled in the knots.
“I´m sorry.” Rex said automatically, remembering how he had gotten these knots in there on purpose.
“It´s ok, there are worse things than knotted hair.”
Her voice sounded calm again but there wasn´t the usual cheery note in it and Rex began to realize that most of his wife´s daily behaviour was her way to cover up what was really going on inside of her, the only way to cope with her every day life at all.
Now he thought about it Rex was shocked that he hadn´t realized that earlier, what was there in his wife´s life to be happy about, their children were getting more and more out of control and since he liked to remain on good terms with them in the few hours he saw them a week it usually was up to Bree to try and set them straight- and consequently both Andrew and Danielle adored their father and thought their mother to be unbearable strict.
Had he ever done anything to support her?
Had he even tried to talk to the kids himself?
When he was honest with himself Rex had to admit that he had secretly enjoyed the situation, in his kid´s eyes he was the perfect father without even trying, Bree did it for him by annoying their children so much that they automatically thought of him as the cool and easy parent.
Well, it was understandable that he liked his kids liking him- but had he ever thought about Bree in this?
Had he ever imagined how it must feel to worry about the kids all week long, to take care of their needs, do everything they wanted and still being disliked, sometimes even hated for it while he didn’t do anything but show up in the doorframe and both their son and daughter would greet him enthusiastically and tell him how much they had missed him and longed for him to come home?
It must hurt her to witness this- but when he looked at Bree in the mirror and she smiled back at him, a true, sweet smile he had the sudden suspicion that maybe she loved him so much that she didn´t give it a second thought after all.
What must be really hurting her was his own behaviour towards her- he hadn´t cared about her lately at all anymore, he had been out golfing and working late and when he had been home he had tried to relax as much as possible, reading, doing crosswords and going to bed early and Bree hadn´t fit into the picture, she was there to serve his breakfast and then when he came home his dinner and he had taken it for granted that she kept the house spotless and tended to the garden and refilled the fridge and sorted out the trouble with the kids and that had been it- he couldn´t even remember when he had said something nice to her, let alone kiss her.
And they hadn´t made love for months- he couldn´t even remember how long it had been.
First he had been too annoyed with her to even think of touching her, then he had felt more and more indifference and had felt that it wouldn´t be right to sleep with her while he wasn´t in it with his heart- and then he somehow had gotten used to not touching her anymore.
He had told himself that at a certain age sex wasn´t that important anymore anyway- it had been easier to convince himself then to try and get back on a level in their marriage where he could be with Bree without feeling guilty of using her.
She had tried to talk to him about it, she had asked him what was wrong for several times but he had kept telling her that he was tired or stressed out or both and eventually she had given up- Bree wasn´t brought up to believe that a woman should force herself on a husband who obviously wasn´t interested in her anymore.
He watched her put on fresh make- up and blush and eye shadow and mascara and finally lipstick without saying a word, he was too occupied with remembering who this woman was, this woman he had promised to have and to hold and to honour and to cherish for the rest of his life and who he had nearly lost for good.
There would be less living next to each other and more living with each other from now on again, he wouldn´t risk to find his wife with a bullet through her head when he got home ever again.
“I´ll go and put another shirt on, ok?”
“Yes, of course- could you get my short black blazer out of the dresser for me?”
“Sure.”
Rex walked over to the dresser and got a white shirt out of it, then looked through Bree´s things to find the jacket she had requested.
The scent of her perfume radiating from her clothes was so overwhelming that Rex felt dizzy for a moment and a brief smile played around his lips, he hadn´t thought about Bree in that way for an eternity and now it just caught him by surprise.
He actually looked at his wife for the first time in months when she unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off, thinking how he could have forgotten how very beautiful Bree was.
He looked at his watch and then back at his wife who had just finished getting dressed again.
“I think they´ll be back from church now- are you ready?”
The irony of asking her the exact same question he had asked an hour earlier wasn´t lost on him and when Bree turned around he realized that she had remembered it too.
“I´m sorry, I-“
“It´s ok, you havn´t done anything wrong.”
She led the way down into the kitchen and took the muffin- filled baskets off the counter.
Rex wordlessly took one of them out of her hand and extended his free hand and after a moment of hesitation Bree took it.
They held hands until they reached Paul Young´s doorstep.
Rex listened to Bree telling Paul and his son about her two colour coded baskets and about needing them back and sighed- of course he was glad that she had opened up to him but obviously there would be a long way to go before she would stop trying to display a perfect image for everyone else.
He spotted two of her girlfriends sitting at the coffee table and turned to Bree.
“I´ll go and look where the kids are- I suppose you want to talk to Gabrielle and Lynette anyway.”
“Yes, ok- Rex?”
“Yes?”
“I´m sorry about what I said to Paul, I- I just…”
“I know.”
He squeezed her hand, then walked away to find his children.

When Rex got back into the living room Susan was sitting at the table with Bree, Gabrielle and Lynette and he hesitated- Bree looked pale and her hands were shaking as she lifted up her coffee cup, now that he was trying to see it, it was obvious to him how much it cost Bree to keep up her calm façade.
He really wanted to go over to her and comfort her in some way, just hold her for a moment or at least take her hand and tell her that he was there for her but he wasn´t sure if he should do it in front of her friends.
He had no idea what she had been telling them, if she perhaps had shared all her frustration about his behaviour with them and they would rather see him keep away from her.
But then why should he care about it, Bree was his wife and the only opinion that mattered was her´s- what was it to him what Susan or Lynette or Gabrielle thought about him.
He felt his wife´s friends stare at him when he stepped up behind Bree´s chair and put his hands on her shoulders.
She looked up at him and tried to smile but failed and Rex cowered down next to her chair. “Hey-“ He cupped her cheek in his hand and looked at her very seriously.
“You don´t look to good, do you want to go home? You should lie down for a while.”
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lynette exchange a bewildered look with Susan but he didn´t pay attention to it.
Bree leaned into his touch, her hand coming up to cover his.
“Ok.” Her voice was quiet and Rex thought how exhausted she must be after her breakdown earlier.
“So come on.” Rex got up from the floor and pulled Bree up from her chair.
“I´ll let you say goodbye.”
She nodded, then hugged her girlfriends and finally allowed him to wrap his arm around her waist and actually leaned against him for support.
He led his wife over to the front door where he stopped briefly beside Paul Young.
“We´ll leave now, Paul, I want to get Bree home, it´s all been a bit much for her too. Again, I´m sorry- if you need anything-“
Paul nodded. “Thank you, Rex. Bree-“
“I´ll see you on Friday, Paul.”
“Yes, I really appreciate that.”
The shook hands and then Rex took Bree´s hand and walked down the garden path with her.

Sun, 08 Oct 2006 17:45:11 GMT

Rated: PG
Disclaimer: abc
Spoilers: Pretty little picture

"Duty II"

Summary: Sequel to duty, see part one.

“Look, just stay a bit longer- we need to talk and perhaps it´s easier to do it here than at home.”
For a moment she looked as though she wanted to disagree with him, her eyes darted around the room and Rex felt uncomfortable aware of the fact that he had already messed it up completely.
To his astonishment Bree didn´t say anything about it however, instead she stiffly sat down on the bed next to him.
There was a long moment of silence, then Bree said “So, what do you want to talk about?” Rex, who had just started on his cherry pie, waved her question aside.
“I´m not drunk enough for that yet.”
Bree didn´t smile. “Well, in that case I don´t think we´ll get anywhere tonight, it´ll be impossible for you to get wasted on a single bottle of Merlot.”
“I wasn´t planning on that, there´s a full bottle of whiskey on the table.”
“Rex!”
“What? I only bought the essentials.”
Bree had to bite her lip to keep herself from smiling and Rex relaxed a bit.
He filled the wine glass again and held it out for her.
“Here, you´ll need some of it.”
“Rex, I didn´t come here to get drunk.”
“Trust me, you did.”
“What´s that supposed to mean?”
“Come on, Bree, you didn´t come here because you wanted to talk to me? Am I really supposed to believe that?”
“Well, I-“
“Ok, I agree that you probably wanted only me to do the talking- apologizing, admitting I´ve been all wrong and saying that I will come home with you.”
Bree didn´t answer immediately, she was sipping her wine, looking at his open dresser where his suits were hung up in a most unorganized way with an almost painful expression on her face.
“What makes you so sure I came here to talk to you? You spent the last couple of months telling me that I was cold and emotionless, why don´t you simply assume that I came here to keep up the picture? So I can tell my friends over coffee tomorrow that I´ve been here to see you and to make sure you have everything you need and that it will all be sorted out in no time and back to like it´s supposed to be? Do you know what I told the kids? That you were on a medical conference in Philadelphia. There you go- it´s all about keeping up appearances. No emotions involved.”
Rex didn´t answer for a moment, he was feeling insecure now- when he had accused his wife of being emotionless he hadn´t really meant it that way, he had meant to express that she wasn´t showing emotions, that she was shutting him out.
What if her behaviour wasn´t an attempt to keep up a perfect façade, what if she actually was feeling indifferent about him, about their life together?
What if all she wanted was for him to move back home so she could send him off to work again with his lunch back and in his expensive suits and crisp shirts, a trophy to show off in front of the neighbours, the jigsaw puzzle piece that completed her cliché of a perfect life? What if she really didn´t care?
He felt his wife´s eyes on him and looked up, studying her beautiful face.
She looked very much like she had twenty years before, except form some small lines around her eyes- her eyes had changed though, the girlish innocence and carelessness had been replaced by a deeply melancholic, almost sad expression and that expression was what assured Rex that she did care after all.
It also told him that this would be much more complicated that he had thought- they hadn´t really talked to each other for so long he could hardly remember how to do it- he didn´t know who she was these days, he somehow had missed her changing into the woman sitting in front of him and once he had realized this he had given up on showing interest in further changes and developments and instead concentrated on other things.
If he got into this conversation with Bree now he would have to get to know her first- it would cost so much energy and perhaps it would all be for nothing- it most likely would be.
He wondered how Bree felt about it, she must be thinking along similar lines, he hadn´t opened up to her lately as well and she must be as unfamiliar with him as he was with her. “Why do you say that?”
“Isn´t that what you wanted to hear?”
“Well, I-“
“I thought you´d like to blame it all on me, so I wanted to make it easier for you.”
She didn´t look angry, she was just looking at him with an almost neutral expression on her face and Rex nodded.
“Ok, I get your point- so what are we going to do?”
Bree shrugged, absentmindedly playing with her engagement ring.
She watched the huge diamond catch the lamplight for a moment, then said “I don´t know, is there anything we can do anymore?”
Rex slowly began to realize that she actually hadn´t come here to persuade him to come home with her- and that other than he had thought she wasn´t keen on just having him back, the only way she would have him again was for them to find a way to actually make it work again- and as far as Rex was concerned that was near impossible.

Sat, 07 Oct 2006 23:11:06 GMT

Rated: PG
Spoilers: It takes two
Paring: Bree/Orson
Disclaimer: abc

“Forgiveness”

Summary: Wedding night.

Bree smiled at her husband as he helped her out of the car.
She still felt shaken about what had happened down at the morgue but she wasn´t about to show it to Orson, she had doubted him once already today, she wouldn´t make the same mistake again.
Orson took her hand and lead her up the garden path towards their front door, they had decided to spend the night at home rather than to head to the airport after their wedding party. And tomorrow they would finally be alone, far away where no Carolyn and no Susan or Gabby or Lynette could follow them- where she wouldn´t have to think about what they had told her before- or at least she would be able to pretend.
Bree was good at pretending.
She tried to relax when her husband picked her up and carried her over the threshold, she trusted him, he wouldn´t let her fall, he would never hurt her- she repeated it over and over in her head like a mantra until Orson had reached their bedroom and let her down again.
Before she could prevent it her thoughts had travelled to Rex, she could almost feel his presence in the room, could feel his accusing gaze upon her, standing here in a gorgeous wedding dress with another man´s ring on her finger- with another man´s name.
`Forgive me` she prayed silently when Orson´s arms closed around her waist.
`Forgive me, I will always love you.`
Orson´s lips covered her´s, gently at first, then more demanding while his hands glided up her back to the top of her corsage, reaching for the zipper.
`Wrong, wrong, wrong…`
It wasn´t wrong, she hadn´t done anything inappropriate, she had gotten married after her first husband had died, how could it make her feel so- so guilty.
Till death do us part.
Sometimes death wasn´t enough to ease the guilt.
Orson stopped moving and Bree opened her eyes again, looking up into his eyes.
He was standing absolutely still, just looking at her and Bree smiled nervously.
“What are you looking at?”
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
He reached up and pulled the pins out that had been holding her hair up, causing it to fall down onto her shoulders in soft curls.
The expression in his eyes caused her heart to beat a bit faster in her chest, there was so much admiration in there, so much longing and she had waited for someone to look at her like that again for so long.
He ran his fingers through her hair, draping it over her left shoulder, then leaned down to kiss the right side of her neck.

Sat, 07 Oct 2006 22:50:47 GMT

Rated: PG
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine

"Danielle"

Summary: Bree/Danielle focused story.

“It´s a girl.” Bree Van De Kamp relaxed back into her pillow, closing her eyes. Though compared to her son´s it had been an easy birth this time she was exhausted but she also felt a strange mixture of pride and joy at the sound of the doctor´s voice. A girl, a daughter- she had so much wanted to have a daughter. She smiled when the baby was put into her arms, so tiny and yet so perfect with big blue eyes and short blonde hair. “Hello Danielle” Bree whispered, dropping a tender kiss on her daughter´s forehead. She felt a kind of protectiveness she had never felt while holding her son and though she loved Andrew with all her heart she knew that her bond with her daughter would be different, she would watch her grow up to be a small copy of herself, possessing all the hopes and dreams little girls tended to have and other than Bree herself Danielle would have the loving guidance of her mother. Bree briefly looked up when her husband sat down on the bed next to her. “Isn´t she wonderful?” “Yes, she is- I´m so proud of you.” Rex kissed her gently and Bree felt more happy than she had ever before in her entire life.

“You look like an angel, you know.” Bree looked down at the small girl in her arms. Danielle was wrapped into a white lacy dress with small pink roses knitted at the hem and looked so sweet it brought tears to Bree´s eyes. It was time to leave for church, the baptism would take place in an hour but Bree had remained in her bedroom with her daughter a little longer than would have been necessary , she had wanted to enjoy one perfect moment alone with her baby girl before having to share her all day long with the whole family. She hated it when someone else lifted Danielle up and held her, except for Rex of course but today everyone would claim to at least hold the baby once and it would be hard to bear. “I love you” She whispered into her daugther´s ear, then resignedly opened the bedroom door and carried her baby down the stairs.

„Look, Danielle, there´s a butterfly over there.“ Bree Van De Kamp was sitting on a bright yellow woollen blanket spread out in the shadows of a large cherry tree in the garden, her six months old daughter sitting in her lab. The baby giggled when Bree gently tickled her belly and the young mother dropped a kiss on her daughter´s blonde hair. “So what shall we make for dinner, hm?” Bree lifted Danielle up over her head and smiled at her. She looked so sweet in her pale pink dress and tiny pink socks and with her big blue eyes. Bree cuddled her baby close again and got up, then carefully folded the blanket before walking back into the house and over into the kitchen. She had just begun to search through some recipes for dinner when the front door opened and a moment later her husband entered the kitchen, carrying their eighteen months old son on his arm. “Hey, how´s my favourite girl?” Rex joked before kissing Bree gently. Bree laughed, smiling up at her husband. “I´m fine, thank you- so how was it at the mall?” She stroked Andrew´s hair and Rex let his son down onto the floor before taking Danielle from Bree. “It was great, we had some ice- cream and picked up my new books- did you two have fun?” “Yes, we´ve been out in the garden all afternoon, watching bees and butterflies and talking…” “Talking?” Rex looked at his daughter. “Did you hear that, Danny? Mommy say you two have been talking- so what have you been talking about, shoes and hair and make- up and all that? The stuff all girls talk about all the time?” “Rex-“ Bree playfully slapped his arm. “Don´t make me out to be stupid.” “Oh I never would, Honey.” Rex kissed her again and Bree sighed when he finally pulled away and carried their daughter over into the living room where Andrew was playing with some stuffed animals. Life was just so blissfully perfect…

“Come on, just one more step- yes, that was perfect.” Bree was sitting on the floor in her bedroom, watching Danielle who was trying to sort out her little legs as she took another hesitant step towards her mother. Bree pulled her daughter into her lab and hugged her, nuzzling the soft blond hair and Danielle giggled.

“Mommy…” “Rex!” Bree lifted her daughter up and kissed the baby´s cheek. Her husband stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and Bree looked at Danielle. “Could you please say it again, Sweetie, for Daddy?” “Mommy…” “Did you hear that?” “Yes- or little lady is growing up.” “Don´t say that, I want her to remain that small, she´s so adorable.” Rex laughed, softly kissing his wife´s hair. “Of course she is, she´s her mother´s daughter after all.”

“Happy Birthday, Danielle.” Bree kissed her daughter´s hair and the small girl opened her eyes and smiled sleepily up at her. “Mommy…” She whispered, reaching for Bree and Bree lifted her up into her arms. “You´re one year old today, you know.” She kissed Danielle´s cheeks and the baby giggled, then wrapped her arms around her mother´s neck and laid her head against her shoulder. “We´ll go and make breakfast, shall we?” Bree asked, carrying her daughter out of her bedroom and over to the staircase. “We just have to be quiet, we don´t want to wake Daddy and Andrew up just now, we want to have some time all to ourselves, don´t we?” Even after one year Bree still hadn´t overcome that particular urge to spend as much time as possible alone with Danielle and she was sure her daughter felt the same way. She sometimes had a bad conscience because of Andrew, she knew of course that Rex also felt more drawn to his daughter than to his son even though he did what he could to not let it show.

Bree smiled at her daughter who was examining her picture in the floor length mirror in her parent´s bedroom. Bree had made a dress for Danielle and her daughter acted all the little lady, turning and smoothing out the skirt and then looking up at her mother. “Yes, that´s Mommy´s pretty little lady.” Bree scooped her daughter up from the floor and hugged her tightly. “We´ll have to go down now, Grandma will be arriving for coffee soon.” Bree wasn´t feeling like having Rex´s mother in the house at Danielle´s first birthday at all but what choice did she have, she could hardly have told her no when she had asked if she could come.

Sat, 07 Oct 2006 00:19:55 GMT

Rating: PG
Spoilers: Pilot
Disclaimer: abc

"Cold"

Set before the funeral- Rex`s Pov, tbc.

„Are you ready?“ Rex watched his wife slowly turn around at the sound of his voice.
“Yes, we can go.” There it was again, that plastered, faked smile he hated so much.
“Look, can´t you just drop it?” She looked confused and Rex felt a strange stroke of triumph, it was hard to get Bree out of her pleasant cheerfulness these days.
“What do you mean?”
“That smile- that attitude. I mean, you have to be upset.”
“Of course I am, what makes you even question that?”
“Then show it, damn, Bree, she was one of your closest friends, how can you be so cold?”
“You think I´m cold?”
“Yes- you havn´t even cried after you heard about her suicide, you havn´t showed a single emotion, you´ve just been picking out that perfect outfit and baked your perfect muffins and arranged them perfectly in those baskets and that was it- how am I supposed to not think you´re cold?”
He watched all colour drain from his wife´s face and for a moment he wondered if it would have been better not to say anything but then he remembered how often he had come close to simply pack his things and leave her lately and even though he knew that having this conversation ten minutes before their neighbours funeral probably wasn´t the best idea he couldn´t risk to wait any longer.
Also he had seen it coming he felt himself getting angry when Bree turned away from him, shutting him out, hiding herself from him, again.
He firmly grasped her arm and pulled her around again, startled to see tears streaming down her face.
She tried to get out of his grip but he wouldn´t let her, instead he pulled her to him and closed his arms tightly around her.
Once she had started crying Bree didn´t seem to be able to stop again, she hid her face in her husband´s neck and began to sob violently, her slim body trembling all over.
“Hey-“ Rex felt a bit helpless, he hadn´t seen her cry in years and even though he had been hoping for her to open up a bit when he confronted her about her lack of showing emotions, he hadn´t planned on her flinging herself into his arms and break down completely.
He stroked her back soothingly, nuzzling her soft hair and wondering what to do now, they really had to leave, they would be late for church and Bree would never forgive him if they were.
There was a hesitant knock and Rex looked up and saw his daughter standing in the doorframe.
Bree hadn´t reacted at all and Danielle stared incredulously at her mother, obviously completely lost for words.
Rex shook his head at his daughter and Danielle hesitated, then mouthed “We´ll go without you then”, pointing at her watch.
Rex nodded, then concentrated on his wife again, who was still crying, her arms wrapped around his neck, her neat black blouse and his crisp shirt wrinkled and tearstained by now.
Rex realized that there was no way they would make it to the church in time, even if Bree managed to pull herself together sometime soon they would have to change before they could leave the house and his wife´s whole make- up must be ruined, as was her hair.
He smiled at the thought and lifted up his hand to run it through the vividly red strands, messing them up even more.
Bree would probably not speak to him for the rest of the day when she realized that he had effectively destroyed all her efforts to make the most perfect impression but when she looked up with tears clinging to her long black eyelashes and her hair curling around her face Rex thought that the sight of her alone was worth every bit of trouble he might be in now.
“Rex?”
“Yeah?”
“I don´t want to end up like her…”
“What?”
Her words had shocked him completely, she was supposed to be strong and to be in control and she obviously wasn´t at all.
She began to cry again and Rex pressed his lips to her temple, his arms tightening around her.
“Bree, don´t ever say something like that again, never, do you hear me.”
“I love you, Rex, I love you so much but you´re drifting further and further away and I have no idea what to do…”
He didn’t know what to say to that so just kept holding her, wondering how he could have been so wrong about her.
He had been in love with her for more than twenty years, for heaven´s sake, how could he have missed the signs- he knew that Bree wasn´t a person to say such things lightly, not even to think them.
If she was saying it out loud in front of him it meant she had actually given the idea a lot of thought- Rex felt an icy shower run down his spine when he realized how much time she had spend alone in the house with four loaded guns she perfectly well knew to use.
The thought made his knees weak and he sank down on the bed, pulling Bree into his lap and pressing her against his chest.
“Oh God, how could I not know about this, how could I lie next to you every night and not realizing how unhappy you were, what kind of husband am I? I actually wondered about meals and parties and weekend plans while you were wondering if you wanted to live at all any more.”
“Rex-“
“No, wait, I have to say something else first. I love you, Bree, granted, you´re driving me crazy and if it was up to me we would change almost every detail of our life but I really do love you and you´ve just scared the hell out of me.”
He felt tears burn in his eyes and didn´t try to hold them back- why should he pretend he was all right when he had just learned that his own egoism and ignorance had almost lost him the most precious thing in his life, when he was sitting her in his best suit and instead of attending his neighbours funeral in it had to get over the fact that if he hadn´t taken his chance to talk to his wife, next time he might as well have put it on to attend her´s.

Wed, 04 Oct 2006 22:13:19 GMT