note: Sorry, this is a kind of a PWP fic; I lost my 100,000 Airplanes tape
so I had to "wing" it ;-)
For G, who found, lost, and found love in many different ways.
--
She used her four senses to find love as soon as she understood the true
meaning of the word.
She searched eyes for a loving glance, felt smooth skin with her fingertips,
tasted sweet lips, and she could smell desire in the air. But when it was all
said and done, she
never found love -- only lust. She blamed it on the loss of her fifth sense,
her hearing. She
couldn't hear the tinge of deception in their voices, the lies on their tongues.
Love was the only
place hearing was an obstacle for Joey Lucas. In the dark where love is made,
was the only place
she was venerable.
They had met some time ago; three, four, maybe even five years, at a bar in
California. A bar would be one of the last places you would ever find Joey Lucas
but she was
lonely and it was raining. She needed a place to go, get drunk, find a man,
have sex and wake
up hung over in a strange bed the next morning. But what she found at that California
bar was
just the opposite.
**
The music was loud, almost loud enough for Joey to make out words from the
vibrations. The drinks were horrible, and the men scurried away as soon as they
found out
she couldn't hear.
One last watered down beer and she was leaving.
A touch on the shoulder and Joey spun around to meet the gray eyes and warm
smile of a blonde. A blonde woman. "Hi, can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure, why not." Joey answered. Free alcohol was free alcohol, doesnt
matter who it comes from, she thought. "A beer is fine."
"Okay, cool. Two beers please," She said to the bartender, who handed her
two mugs. "Keep the change."
She gave one mug to Joey. "Here you are?uh,?
"Joey," she offered. "Thank you."
"Joey. Hi. I'm Lisa; it's nice to meet you."
Joey nodded. "Thanks for the beer, Lisa."
Lisa struggled to find a topic of conversation. "Uh?what brings you here? It
certainly can't be the crappy beer, or the crappy men for that matter. Are you
waiting for
someone?"
"No." Joey thought for a moment. "I don't actually *know* why I'm here.
Needed to get out of my apartment, I guess."
"I know how that is. I'm visiting California to escape the rain, but I guess
it followed me here." Lisa said sadly. "Hey! I love this song!"
Joey raised her eyebrow. "Me too," She joked.
Lisa smiled. "Would you umm?like to dance?"
Joey tilted her head to the side. "Oh hell, let's go for it. It'll give
these men something to talk about for a few minutes at least."
After dancing for more then thirty minutes, to God knows how many songs,
Joey and Lisa finally took back their stools at the bar. Joey's mind was racing
at the
intense connection between the two women. It was nothing like she had ever experienced
with any other
person in her life.
"Would you like to come to my place for coffee, breakfast maybe? It's
4 A.M." Joey asked before
she could even comprehend what she was saying.
"That would be great. I'll have the bartender call a cab."
Six hours later, 10 AM on a Sunday morning the woman knew virtually
everything there was to know about each other. Lisa was a writer, with a passion
for magazines
hoping to hit the big time to work for Vogue or Elle. Joey somehow knew it wasn't
too far off in her
future.
"You know, I'm really glad I?"
"I'm going to kiss you." Joey silenced Lisa with a soft kiss, which
soon
turned into passionate love making in the bedroom until late afternoon.
Joey was Lisa's companion during the day and lover through the night for the
14 days Lisa was visiting. She was everything Joey ever dreamed love could be,
and more.
There was no deception in Lisa's soft whispers on the palm of Joey's hand. No
coldness to
her touch, only warm sweet kisses of growing love.
But when those 14 days were up, and Lisa was gone all Joey has was the
lingering taste of sweetness on her lips and a piece a paper in her pocket that
read : "Lisa
Sherborne, 556 ? 3201"
**
When Joey saw her again that day, three, four, or five years later at the
White House, neither acted like they had seen each other ever before. Joey knew,
however, when
she saw that twinkle in Lisa's eyes that she remembered every single thing.
Joey shook her head. She knew the real reason Lisa and Sam never married.
Lisa was never interested in men. She only used them as a decoy for her loneliness.
She
told Joey that over breakfast on the fourth day they were together. That was
when Joey began to
understand that was exactly what she used men for as well.
Kenny tapped Joey on the shoulder.
Sam spoke to her.
"Joey, Lisa Sherborne told me to give this to you."
Kenny translated as Sam gave her a piece of paper.
"She said she'd like to possibly do a story on you. She told me to tell
you
she'd be at that address later tonight if you wanted to come."
"Thank you." Joey nodded to Sam.
He smiled "She seemed very interested in you and what you do." And then he
walked away.
7PM, that day?
Joey stepped out of the cab and paid her driver, 5$0.00 to travel 25 minutes
outside of D.C. to a bar.
"Keep the change." She smiled.
She walked inside and even before she could look around, she spotted the
blonde sitting on a stool at the bar. She slowly made her way over and touched
the woman?s shoulder.
Lisa spun around.
"Hi, can I buy you a drink?" She smiled.
END.