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Aubrey through for a moment the floor must have caved in.

This was certainly not what she had expected. Time seemed to stand still. Certainly she had entered the twilight zone. Or was dreaming. Or daydreaming, again. Right? Right?

Apparantly not. Moreau was holding her. Kissing her. HOMG!

She tried to relax. At first her eyes were as wide open as saucers and she just stood there frozen. But as she tried to regain control of reality, the feel of his lips on hers, and his hands on her body posessively caused her relax a bit. The romance novel and her clipboard that she was holding clattered to the floor. Hesitantly she lifted her hands to his shoulders and started to return the kiss.

Just as she was starting to get lost in her own happy, magical thoughts, Moreau pulled away.

"Come with me... if you are mine."

...........wha?

She blinked, her heart fluttering in her throat. She opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't keep her breath long enough to form a single word. Say something romantic... she willed herself.

Nothing. So she settled with just nodding dumbly. Taking his head and following him.

This is not happening, this is not happening, this not happening.

Thats all Aubrey seemed to be able to wrap her mind around as Moreau laid her back on the bed. How many times had she imagined this in her mind? Oh, just about everyday since high school? But no fantasy could compare to the real thing. And Aubrey, being totally inept and nearly completely inexperienced with serious, adult, romantic affairs, was probably giving less than a stellar performance.

She was nervous, so nervous her hands were shaking. A thousand and one thoughts were racing through her head, but not a single word managed to slip past her lips. She should have mentioned how beautiful Moreau looked in the candlelight. She could have shared how many times she dreamed abuot this very moment. She might have eluded to the fact that this would be her first time - she heard guys are really into that kind of stuff.

But she didn't say anything. She instead focused all her energy on just not messing something up.

So it didn't quite go like it always seemed to in Aubrey's romance novels. It was awkward. There was definately a lack of experience with this kind of thing between the two of them. But it happened.

Moreau needed her. Wanted her. Aubrey was stunned that he would ever question her loyalties, and even more shocked that a simple flirtatious exchange between a surfer could ignite so much passion within the doctor. Hell, had she known thats all it would take, she would have taken to flirting with guys a lot sooner than now.

Afterwards, she lay there, staring up at the ceiling, her eyes sparkling in the candelight.

Who needed those stinking romance novels anyway? Aubrey didn't think she'd ever been happier a moment in her life.

Moreau woke up, reached with one arm for his glasses (hadn't put his contacts in yet). His other arm was wrapped around Aubrey possesively, as it had been all night. "Ahhhh... *yawn* good morning Aubrey." Moreau smiled, satisfied that he had proved his point, and satisfied in another way that he wasn't used to as well.

"I believe we'll need to check on the progress of Subject 002 today..." Moreau grinned wider. "...much to do today."

"I also hope that the whole thing with Mr. Carroll is done with, you have to be careful with his type." Moreau scratched Aubrey's hair lightly in some attempt to be cute in a I know better than you type way.

Moreau looked over at the clock he had against the wall, a large grandfather clock. "I can't believe we slept so late, it's nearly evening. Aubrey, get dressed, we'll have a dinner of sorts together." Moreau smiled and kissed her lightly... he was feeling very much in the mood for Italian and to see how things had progressed on Ambrose. Thankfully... he had a large monitor in his dining area.

"First floor... the dining room, you know it well by now. In the mood for Italian?" Moreau had a large smile as it was very odvious everything was going his way and he appeared to look rather... satisfied.

As soon as Aubrey left the room. Moreau picked up his radio phone like device. He dialed a set of numbers he recongized. "How has the subject progressed." after a moment his smile grew into a maniacal grin. "Excellent! Just what I wanted to hear... yes have it streamed to the dining room. Yes, and have the cook prepare a nice italian dinner and deliver it to my dining room. Wine too of course, white. Oh, and double the guards that are patrolling the lab areas."

He snapped the cell phone radio shut and it. As he began to get dressed and head downstairs. Yes tonight was going to be a good night.

Moreau was sitting in the dining room, wearing a nice blue shirt. This was probably one of the first and only times he'd ever been seen not wearing a sweater. The shirt was open a bit at the top in some attempt to be sexy as far as could be told. The wine was sitting out, with the main course dishes covered. The longish (though not obscenely) table sat with the display screen to the right of it so that either diner could see it.

Moreau raised his glass as Aubrey entered "Welcome Aubrey... I hope you don't mind we will have some observing to do during dinner. Much is going on and I can't neglect all of it." he smiled his best charming smile.

"So how are you doing this evening Aubrey?" Moreau smiled as he pulled the lid off of some seafood garlic pasta he'd had prepared. His finger twitched over a remote control he had, eager to enjoy what he knew had been recorded on the monitor but wanting to make sure Aubrey was seated and eating first. Moreau was very often a b*****d but he could not afford to loose Aubrey to that beach bum.

She was the only person that he felt comfortable with, everyone else he viewed as peons or subjects. Moreau liked Aubrey, who couldn't? That is why she had been the first one he invited to the island and that is why the Dude had made him so mad. He felt upset at himself for getting so angry last night and doing something as rash as he had. Still, it had felt good, and Aubrey seemed happy.