Special Thanks to Laura here again and unfortunately I still don’t own The Nanny, but it’s just so much fun playing with these wonderful characters! I hope you’ll enjoy Chapter Two!
Comments are very welcomed.

A Modern Way to Fall in Love

Chapter Two: Visiting the 'Big Apple'

by

Rebby
(nannyrebby@yahoo.de)

Fran awoke very early that day. She was so excited that she couldn't get any sleep anymore. So she stood up and got ready for picking up Max at JFK in Queens. She had a very good breakfast, decided to wear her favorite clothes and kissed her mother goodbye, telling her she'd be at Val's for the day.

"K Sweetie, but don't be too late." Sylvia had told her daughter, knowing very well that she couldn't trust her too much.

"Yeah, Ma. If I should decide having dinner at Val's then I'll call ya. Bye." Fran responded, grabbed her keys which she put into her purse and headed out the door.

She'd taken the subway to JFK. Never had she thought that there were so many people on the streets on a Monday morning who wanted to get to the airport. But when she thought about it, she realized that everybody wanted to go on summer vacation and that that must've been the reason for the traffic. Thank god she hadn't taken a cab, or else she mabye would've missed Max' arrival.

As she entered the airport, she immediately spotted his machine on the timetable. 35 minutes till his plane lands. She thought. She bought a magazine and took a seat at a bench, waiting for the 35 minutes to be over.

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"Sir, would you like something to drink?" The stewardess woke Maxwell up who had been dozing a little. She smiled down at him, very politely pointing at the bottles on her tray.

"Err, no, thank you." Maxwell answered. He had been asleep almost the whole flight, but now he couldn't sleep anymore. He watched out the window, seeing nothing but clouds, clouds and clouds. It was a beautiful sight. 10,000 meters above the ground, already feeling the liberty which would be awaiting him in the United States. His thoughts drifted to Fran once again, wondering what she was doing right now. He couldn't wait to spend his time with her. He had begun to care about her very much the past weeks. She was such a lovely girl with whom he could talk about anything.

As the plane had finally landed Maxwell walked slowly through the gateway, never looking back, always looking forward. When he saw all the people who waited for the other passengers who had been on the plane with him, he searched the crowd for Fran. It wasn't difficult to tell who she was. He immediatly spotted her and noticed that she looked much better than in the picture. Her long black hair, her smile, her chocolate brown eyes, everything looked perfect when he walked up to her. She wore a pair of jeans, some white sneakers and a green top with white letters which said FLASHY GIRL... Max read it and smiled.

Fran on the other side couldn't believe her eyes either. Looked that guy yummy or what? He was gorgeous! Max wore a pair of jeans, too, a blue sweater and black sneakers. He had a tiny bag with him and something behind his back. Fran smiled as she walked up to him, never breaking the gaze.

"Hey..." Fran happily said, giving him a big hug and a kiss on each cheek.

"Hey you!" Max responded, giving her the red plastic rose which he had hidden behind his back. "This is for you." He giggled.

"Oh, thank you, Max! That's so sweet of you..." she smiled while Max enjoyed watching her. Suddenly she laughed out loud. "Plastic?"

"Yes, a real one wouldn’t have survived the flight…" He grinned, thinking of his brilliant idea.

"I see…" She said, "So, is... is there anything I can help you with? How was your flight by the way?"

"No, no, I'm fine thanks. I slept most of the time which I told you that I would. I didn't want to waste time while I'm here." He winked at her which made her blush a little. She normally never blushes. He had a huge effect on her. "Well, I have to go get my luggage. And afterwards I have to check in in my hotel, are you joining me?" Max asked, offering her his arm.

How could you say no to someone that good-looking and cute?! It's easy: you can't! "Of course I'll join you, what do you think? Let's go!" Suddenly all the worries were blown away and she grabbed his arm, pulling him with her to get his baggage. Max was astonished... he'd never met such a pretty and lively girl before. And he was the lucky guy who would spend time with her. He was sure they'd have a lot of fun together.

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When the cab arrived at the Plaza Hotel, Max gave the cab driver a nice tip and walked together with Fran through the entrance, carrying his bag with him all the time. They entered a huge and fascinating lobby which Fran only knew from the movie "Home Alone 2" when Kevin got lost in New York City. They walked up to the reception...

"Hello, Sir, Ma'am, what can I do for you?" The nice lady behind the reception greeted them.

"Hello, I'm Maxwell Sheffield, I booked a room!" Max said and turned his head to give Fran a sweet smile. The lady typed in his name and affirmed.

"Yes, room 412 Mr. Sheffield. Here's your key! We wish you a pleasant stay." Max took the key, thanked the lady and offered Fran his arm again.

"Shall we?" Fran just nodded and walked to the elevators with him. Once again, she was nervous... but why the hell was she nervous again? A short while ago all her worries were blown away, now there was a bit nervousness back. Well, the reasons could be her thoughts about what could happen within the next couple of minutes... they'd be alone... in his hotel room... in an expensive hotel room with king-sized beds, jacuzzi and all the other luxury things after all!!! 'Calm down, calm down! Nothing's gonna happen if you don't want it to happen! You just met him. He's not that kind of guy. Relax.' she tried to convince herself.

They stepped out and Max opened the door to his room. He held it open for Fran so she could enter first. She gasped when she saw the huge room, he had even a grand piano. "WOW," she exclaimed. "I've never been in such an expensive hotel room before! It's gorgeous!" She grinned, eyeing the grand piano and walking to the king-sized bed on which she let herself drop onto, sighing relieved. "God, I could lie here forever!" she said, staring at the ceiling and closing her eyes for a while.

Max took the bag away and walked over to her, bracing up all his courage. He quietly sneaked up behind Fran, eyeing her face from upside down. Fran suddenly felt a warm breathing on her skin. So she opened her eyes again and when she saw Maxwell who was smiling down on her from upside down, she giggled. "Hi" A strange feeling spread out in her stomach, like little butterflies flying around. 

"Hi" Max responded. "You know Fran... I have to bring this up... you're still owing me that kiss,..." He grinned sheepishly.

"Yeah..." Fran giggled. "but I won't make the first move...forget it!" They stared into each other’s eyes, feeling the urge to kiss the other one very strongly. Neither Max nor Fran said a word anymore. It seemed as nobody wanted to spoil the situation they were in. Max then lowered his face very slowly and gave her a sweet little kiss on the lips. There you go, he'd made the first move. They both felt a jolt of electricity flowing through their bodies as their lips touched for the very first time. When they broke apart, Fran opened her eyes again. She sighed and lifted her hands to his head, turning his head a little and gently pulling his face a bit closer. She then kissed him back, opening his mouth with her tongue to explore unknown territority. It felt wonderful. All the time she'd imagined how it would feel like kissing him for the first time. Nothing could beat that, it was so very nice. Max supported his weight with his arms which were on both sides of Fran's body.

After their first tongue-wrestling was over, Max rolled aside, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. Both had to gasp for air, totally taken by surprise how intense their kissing had been.

"I wanted to do that for so long!" Max was the first to speak and sighed, turning to his side to face Fran.

"Difficult with an ocean between the two of us, huh?" she giggled, also turning to her side. They looked into each other’s eyes again. It seemed as if they had known each other their whole lives. They felt so comfortable together. It felt so right. Max could just smile at her all the time. The smile she had begun to love so much in the past, and OH how much better it was to see it in real.

"So..." Fran asked, still totally overwhelmed, "do you wanna unpack your bags now? Or what are we going to do?" She sat up, turning back her head to watch him.

"No." He said while sitting up, too. "That can wait, I won't pack my whole suitcase into the closet anyway. Only the things which are necessary." He smiled, almost soaking up her whole spirit with the intense look he was giving her. He took her right hand in his, eyeing it very carefully. How well her little hand matched his bigger one. "What would you say about going to the cinema?"

Fran giggled. If he wanted to continue kissing they wouldn't need to go to the movies. Of course she couldn't tell him that, 'cause maybe he really just wanted to watch a movie. "Ok, I'm in... lemme just check on my make-up and we can go." She flashed him a smile and stood up, letting go his hand and heading for the bathroom. Max watched her. He really had to brace up all his courage to tell her in the right moment how he felt. She was everything he always wanted. And he didn't want to let her go ever again...

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When they arrived at the movie theater, Fran watched out the window of the cab. It seemed as nobody thought about going to the movies on a Monday afternoon. Max gave the cab driver a nice tip and walked around the taxi to give Fran a hand. "Thanks," she said, straightening her clothes. Afterwards she offered Max her left hand which he took immediately. Together they walked to the entrance, spotting the movie schedule.

"So, what movie do you want to watch?" Max asked while studying the schedule.

"IIII don't really know... have you heard anything about any of these?" Fran frowned, what the hell was Ghostlover¹?

"I'm afraid not. What shall we do? Just pick one of them and see what it's about?" He turned facing Fran now, taking her other hand in his, too.

Fran stared at their entwined hands, forgetting for a short while why they were standing in front of a movie theater schedule. She looked back up, right into his eyes. "You know what... let's try this Ghostlover¹ thing here, ok? Although it's a cartoon I think it could be something... I haven't watched a cartoon for so long anyway." She swung their entwined hands from one side to the other, loosening the atmosphere a bit.

"Ok... Ghostlover¹ it is then. Would you mind waiting here, I'll just get the tickets." He leaned forward giving her a peck on the lips just to let go her hands and marching into the direction of the ticket office.

Fran watched him while he got the tickets. He was such a sweetie, a sweetie with a very sweet touchas. For the first time she had the opportunity to check him out. But while she was happy being out with a real hunk, she also wondered what they were doing here. What were they having? Did they have some kind of relationship? If yes, when did it start? Did he think about her as his girlfriend? And should she think about him as her boyfriend? She secretly admitted she did so for quite a few weeks now. But what would happen after their week here together? After their 'fantasy world' stay? After that they would both have to go back to their families, to their friends, their lives... and then? What would be then? Long chats until the early morning? A long distance relationship? Was she really ready for this? And above all, would she be able to cope with that? With being apart...?

Maxwell returned with the tickets, finding Fran totally lost in thoughts. "Is everything alright, Fran?" His deep voice brought Fran back to reality. Puzzled, she looked at him. "Yes, err, yes... I was just lost in thoughts..." - "Yes, I noticed. I hope nothing to worry about?!" He asked concerned, never breaking their eye contact. "No, everything's alright now that you're back." She leaned over to him to repeat the action he had done not five minutes ago and gave him a peck on the lips. She then grabbed his hand and pulled him with her into the theater. As they passed the kiosk Fran asked Max for popcorn and something to drink. He pulled out his wallet and bought two sodas and a huge bowl of popcorn. Fran was as happy as a sandboy when Max handed her the bowl of popcorn while he carried the two drinks.

They entered the movie theater auditorium and looked around for good seats. Maxwell let Fran decide where to sit, but was relieved when she chose two seats in the back row though. They sat down, placing their drinks in front of them and the bowl of popcorn in the middle. Fran leaned back in her seat. She'd never been to the movies in Manhattan before.

"I'm really curious what this movie is about... although, a cartoon is always something funny, right?" Fran laughed, beginning to do a bit small talk.

"Yes, that's right." Maxwell said. "Fran, would you excuse me for a minute. I have to go somewhere before the film starts." - "Sure... go ahead!" He then leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Don't go away, I'll be right back." And stood up to exit the auditorium. There they were again... those little butterflies Fran had felt a short while ago in the hotelroom. What is it about this guy? She wondered... although already knowing the answer: she started to fall in love with him!

When Maxwell came back from the toilet, the preview had already started. He sneaked through the row and sat down beside Fran again.

"Ya feelin' betta now?" she joked, grabbing some popcorn.

"Much better." He answered, getting comfortable in his seat. "So, did I miss anything important until now?"

"Noo... just the usual DON'T SMOKE IN OUR THEATERS and PLEASE TURN OFF YOUR CELLPHONES stuff..." She turned herself to him, waggling with her head while imitating the voice. Maxwell laughed, she was already making him laugh out loud all the time, like she did when they chatted. He looked to the screen and back to her. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Fran felt a bit uncomfortable. What was it? As she turned her head to Maxwell she realized what was causing her uncomfortableness. HE was staring at her. "Hey, didn't your mother tell you that staring at other people is impolite? I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable ova here..." She said, grabbing some popcorn again. Maxwell better took the bowl away from her or he'd never have the chance to get any of the popcorn.

He was really amused. She was so sweet when she pretended to be pissed off. "What is it? Is there anything with my face or my hair?" Fran asked, getting unsure under his gaze.

"No, I'm just looking at you." Still smiling at her. "You know... you're exactly the way I thought you'd be." He said, watching her reaction to the things he'd just admitted.

"Ya think, eh? How do you know?" Fran laughed, leaning forward to get her soda.

"Yes. The way you act, the way you talk. Although I'd never thought your voice would sound like this..." - "Hey, don't even start with me, Mista!" She shoot back, leaning forward to place the soda in front of her again. He looked concerned, did he say something wrong? Did he cross a line there? But when she failed trying to be angry and burst out into laughter he was relieved, joining her.

"I know I've got a strange voice, but it’s funny, isn’t it? Nothing you would expect of a girl like me, right?" She leaned over to him, looking into his eyes.

"Yep, exactly. But I didn't say I don't like it. It's something unique, you know." He leaned into her, gazing at her lips and up into her eyes again. "And I never would have imagined that kissing you would be that exciting." He admitted, touching her lips very slightly.

Fran closed her eyes. Never had a guy told her such a sweet compliment before. She bent her head to get better access to his lips just to open her mouth afterwards to welcome his tongue. Their kissing was very gentle and slow. Max placed his hands on both sides of her face and bit her lower lip. Fran groaned, kissing him back even more demanding. When they heard someone hemming and pointing with a pocket light at them they finally broke apart.

"Either you two stop making out in a kids' movie or you'll immediately leave the theater." An assistant warned them.

"Sorry," Maxwell answered. "We won't disturb the children from now on." He told the assistant, looking at Fran to get her support.

"Yeah. We'll behave now. I'm sorry." She turned to watch the assistant, nodding her head. As the assistant continued to walk on through the auditorium, Fran turned back facing Maxwell and the two of them burst out into laughter.

"Gee, did you see his stern face? Oy, I bet he's never made out in the back row of a movie theater with his girlfriend. I tell ya, that guy is so jealous." She blabbed, enjoying herself very much.

"Now Fran, you know what he said. We have to stop making out." He joked, imitating the voice of the guy.

"Yeah, I promised to be a good girl so... let's watch the movie." Fran answered, changing her position in the seat to face the screen.

"That's really difficult with such a beautiful companion who is an excellent kisser, by the way, right by my side..." Maxwell teased her and started to kiss her neck.

"Maaaxxx... stop it. They'll throw us out." Although she enjoyed it very much, she thought about the money Max had spent on the tickets and that they could've stayed in the hotel room otherwise.

"Oh, ok... I'm ok with that… for now!" He said, giving her a last kiss on the cheek.

"Good boy," Fran said. "What is it with you anyway? I’d have never thought you'd be so straight!" She eyed him very carefully.

"I don't know... it's like I've known you for all my life. It's easy with you, I feel comfortable being with you." He admitted and when he saw her face smiling back at him he dared to kiss her for one last time. "That was the last one, I promise. Now I'll be a good boy for the rest of the movie. What's the plot, anyway?"

Fran laughed, "Don't ask me... somehow I was distracted ova here for the last few minutes." She giggled, winking at him just to turn her head again.

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After the movie they walked out of the theater together ...

"Gee, what was that?" Fran let go Max' hand and walked out to the sidewalk where she stopped, waiting for Maxwell. "I mean, I've seen a lot of cartoons in my short life, but I've never seen anything like that. I was scared!" Fran said. Maxwell walked up to her, resting his hands on her waist.

"Fran, it was a cartoon for god's sake... and it wasn't as scary as you're pretending." Maxwell responded and tried to look into her eyes. Fran, however, refused to look at him.

"I don't care, I was scared, anyway." Fran pouted, leaning against his chest.

"Oh, come here." Max said, pressing her body tighter to his to comfort her. "What can I do to make my girl happy again, hmm? Tell me."

Fran smiled. His girl? Oh, she loved how this day was going its way. She finally looked into his eyes, smiling up at him. "Well, I'm almost starving. Grabbing a burger or something like that would be cool."

Max smiled back at her. She had already eaten most of the popcorn bowl and she was still hungry? Well, she hadn't eaten since the early afternoon, he had to consider that, of course. "Alright, let's grab a burger... you know a good place?" He let her go, however grabbing her hand.

"Yeah, let's go..." She cried, pulling him with her.

"Are we going to walk?" Max stopped, asking confused.

"Yeah, it's only five minutes from here. Come on!" She pulled at him, having a hard time to move an inch with him holding her hand so tight when he didn't move at all. "Maaahaaaaxx.... move ya touchas already!" He laughed, finally giving in and heading off with her.

Five minutes later they entered the restaurant. They walked over to a table and sat down. Not even two minutes later a waitress was heading their way...

"Hey guys, what can I get you?" The waitress asked, taking her pen and her notepad to write the order down.

"Ehm... just, err, gimme a double cheeseburger with everything and a strawberry soda with chocolate ice-cream, ok?" Fran had the menu in her hand, leafing through it but closing it the minute she had finished telling the waitress what she wanted. Maxwell stared at the menu. What should he take?

"And you, buddy?" The lady was chewing on her chewing-gum, pretending to be bored.

"You know what, I'll have the same." He finally said, handing the waitress their menus and looking at Fran very unsure.

"Alrighty, two double cheeseburger with everything and strawberry sodas with chocolate ice-cream, I'll be right back." She repeated the order and headed towards the kitchen.

"Hey, you're trusting me with food?" Fran giggled, "Good boy! I'm known for my great taste in food." She proudly admitted, placing her hands on the table. Maxwell reached for her hands, looking at them while explaining to her.

"Well, it sounded good and she was so bored that I wanted to do her a favour deciding fast. And frankly, I didn't want to listen to the sound of her chewing that gum any longer. It was nerve-racking." He grinned, looking into her eyes again. Fran was staring at their hands resting on the table in front of them. He used every situation to be a bit closer to her than he already was. She felt very special, very in love. After a minute of silence Fran was once again the one who started a conversation.

"So, how's Niles by the way? You haven't told me yet." She asked, pretty well knowing who Niles was. Maxwell had told her a lot about his dear friend who would become his butler sooner or later.

"Oh, he's doing fine. I guess he enjoys having the flat for his own for a while. You know, inviting girls over and stuff like that. He's so different from the way I am. He's, well, I'd say some kind of womanizer." Maxwell laughed as he thought about Niles.

"Oh, he is, isn't he? So didn't he teach you anything? I mean, you went out together from time to time, didn't you?" Fran was happy about the direction this conversation was heading to.

"Sure we went out. But he's like the light and all the girls are the flies, he draws them to him. It's crazy, really." Fran watched Maxwell telling her. He himself was totally fascinated while he told her the stories about their nights out.

"But you can't tell me nobody ever wants to talk to you! Or date you..." She said, not really believing what Maxwell was saying.

"Well, they're so fixed on Niles, because he's more open than I am, you know. Once in a while I've been noticed, but it's pretty hard with him by my side. I'm some kind of shy... I'm not like him." Maxwell got quieter, staring at the napkin holder which was on the table. Fran was waving her hand in front of his face to get his attention again.

"Oh please, Max. Come on, it's me, Frannie. You don't want to tell me you never got a girl while you were out together. You can tell me everything, I won't tell anybody, whom should I tell? And by the way... you're not even a bit shy with me!" She then pinched his arm, trying to lift his mood again.

"I told you, once in a while there were girls... but nothing lasted long. There's a difference with you, Fran. I met you online... it's a whole different story. We talked but we didn't face each other while we did. It was so much easier to speak to you than it would've been if we had met in a club or something. And sitting here with you now, talking to you in person. It was strange in the beginning, but I already know so much about you that it's getting easier." Fran listened carefully to what he was saying. In the meantime the waitress brought them their food and they continued talking while eating their cheeseburgers.

"Ok, I get your point." Fran said. "You know, in school I was the light and the guys were the flies which were drawn to me. I mostly think it's because of my looks. Most of them didn't know anything about me, they didn't care. So I learned that there were only a few nice guys out there who aren't interested in my looks but my personality. So getting to know you over these past weeks I realized you were interested in me, who I really am. This is so different from all the other things I've experienced." She took a bite of her cheeseburger, enjoying every bite of it. Maxwell grinned at her, being happy about their open conversation.

"I'm happy to be here, Fran. It's so much fun being with you." - "And I'm happy that you're here with me. We're doing pretty good in "real life", too." She grinned back at him, setting invisible quotation marks in the air with her hands and grabbing a napkin to wipe her mouth afterwards.

"Didn't I tell you? I told you we would get along pretty well." He paused. "So, let's finish our meal and afterwards I'll bring you home, alright?" It was getting later in the early evening and Fran had told Maxwell about her overprotective mother who didn't trust her. So they finished eating, paid the bill and got a cab which drove them to Queens.

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The ride in the taxi was very quiet. Maxwell held Fran's hand all the way to Queens and Fran rested her head on his shoulder. She didn't know when she'd experienced such a great 'first date' with a guy, probably never before, although technically it wasn't a real date. As they reached Fran's apartment building, Maxwell told the cab driver to wait for him to lead Fran to the door.

"So... here we are, that's where I'm living." Fran said, nodding her head in the direction of the building.

"Yes..." Max said, stepping one step forward to hold her by her waist. "Fran... I...I wanted to tell you that I enjoyed our first day very very much. I had so much fun with you..." He said, looking into her eyes.

"Oh Max, me too... I can't wait for tomorrow!" She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Ya ok with a good night kiss?" She asked, their faces only inches apart.

"I would complain if I didn't get one." He laughed, resting his forehead against Fran's. They smiled. Fran then bent her head, coming closer and kissing him very gentle. After the kiss she wanted to break apart, but Maxwell held her close, giving her another one. He forced her mouth open with his tongue, enjoying to be able to do so without some stupid assistant from the movie theater interrupting them. They shared some very sensitive kisses when Fran stopped, opening her eyes again just to gaze back into his green pools.

"So, what time tomorrow?" She softly whispered, still resting her forehead against his.

"Is 9:00am ok with you?" He whispered back, regaining his normal pulse.

"Perfect, I can't wait." She said, giving him one last peck on the lips. "Good night, Max. Be safe."

"Good night Fran, sleep well." He responded, finally letting go her hands when she walked into the direction of the front door.

They both had a wonderful day. Fran sat in front of her mirror, wondering if she'd ever had such a smile on her face before. It was totally new for her, those butterflies grew more and more and she realized that she probably never had been in love before. It wasn't his looks, although she couldn't complain about that, it was his personality and oh god, he was an awesome kisser! Their first kisses in the hotel room, then the ones at the movie theater... just recalling them sent a shiver through her body. She wondered what they would do the next day... he would prepare something special, no doubt and she was anxious to find out what he had planned.

Maxwell leaned his head back in the cab, looking out the window, enjoying the view over Manhattan at night. He experienced the day in his thoughts one more time. In his eyes it couldn't have begun any better. They got along very well and he wasn't shy with her at all. She was something special and he wanted to let her know that. Telling her how he felt was too early, but he tried to let her notice through his actions. He didn't know yet what they would do the next day, but when he entered his hotel room that night, a wondeful idea suddenly came to his mind.

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It was Wednesday that week and Maxwell awoke with the first sunbeams which worked their way through the curtains of his hotel room. He had slept wonderful, his thoughts with Fran all the time. He opened the window, inhaling the air early in the morning. There were already thousands of people on the streets, working or trying to get to work. No wonder why the city's called 'the city that never sleeps'. He overviewed Central Park, determinded to go jogging. So he grabbed a towel, put on some shorts and t-shirt and headed off.

Fran on the other side of the East River was sleeping tight in her bed the time Maxwell went jogging. Her dreams belonged to him, causing her mouth to draw a smile on her face. She had lain awake in her bed for a couple of hours the other night, thinking about him and the next day. About 7:30 she then woke up because of the sound of her alarm clock. She didn't stay in bed one more minute, already being excited about their day together. She had breakfast, headed for the shower and put on shorts and a tank top, knowing it would become hot that day.

"Frannie, what are you and Val doing today? I thought maybe we could go shopping or something like that..." Fran's mother started while Fran was throwing her keys and stuff into her purse.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ma, but Val and I are going shopping today. Can't we go another day? Or you could go with Nadine... by the way, where is she?" Fran walked over to the kitchen, sitting down on one of the chairs.

"She's at Barry's, where else should she be?" Sylvia remarked, doing the dishes. "And you've got money, Missy? Or do you need some?" Oh, she knew her daughter pretty well, huh?

"Weeeelll, I've got some, but now that you're asking... I could use a little bit more." Fran hugged her mom from behind, knowing very well that it worked all the time.

"Alright, go get my purse..." Sylvia said, she couldn't say no to her daughter.

"Oh thank you, Ma." Fran gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, taking the money she'd given her and heading for the subway to Manhattan.

In the meantime in Manhattan, Maxwell had worked out in the park. Such a beautiful morning you couldn't waste. He told the receptionist to please deliver breakfast to his room and took an elevator afterwards. He opened the door, throwing the keys on the bed and heading directly for a shower. He still had plenty of time till Fran would be there.

As he had put on clothes and was combing his hair, the phone rang.

- "Mr. Sheffield, a Miss Fine is here for you, Sir."

- "Very good, please send her up to my room."

The breakfast was already prepared, so Maxwell had time to have a last look at his hair. Perfect. He had very well thought through the things they'd do that day and the first thing was having breakfast together. He hoped she was hungry, but knowing her already pretty good he banned that question the minute he wondered: she was always hungry!

Maxwell startled. Why was he so nervous? It was just her! He eyed his room one last time, rubbing his hands together, before heading for the door. "Good Morning." He said, holding her by her arm and leaning over for a sweet little kiss.

"Mhmm, Morning." Fran answered, her eyes sparkling. "Ya smelling delicious, what is it?" She inhaled his scent, filling her nostrils with everything she could get.

"My shower gel?" He laughed a little, inviting her in with a gesture of his hand.

"Yeah, it's a wonderful fragrance." Fran responded and turned her head, spotting the huge breakfast prepared on the table. "Oh my gosh, Max!!! Ya want that I'll become fat?" She gasped, walking over to the table and grabbing a piece of watermelon. Max sneaked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I thought we could begin the day with a good breakfast. You're hungry, aren't you?" He whispered in her ear, nuzzling her neck.

"Well, I've already eaten but you know me: there's always space for a bit more." They laughed and Fran turned her head so she could touch his lips very slightly. "So, let's get started, huh?" She walked over to the sofa, sitting down. "And tell me already, what are we going to do today?" She was dying to finally know.

He walked to the sofa, sitting down next to her. "I won't tell you all of it... but we're going shopping for a start." He eyed the food, trying some of the fruit and bagles with cheese.

"Shopping? Oh, you know how to spoil a girl. But I hope ya ready for shopping with me, I'm a shopaholic." She giggled. "Here, try that. It's delicious." She handed him a piece of watermelon with chocolate. As she feeded him, her fingers slightly touched his lips. Suddenly a shiver ran through her body again and she got nervous and anxious at the same time. She pulled her hand away, grabbing another one. "And?" She asked, not really looking into his eyes because she thought he could see her uncertainty.

"Delicious, indeed." Max grabbed another bagel.  "So what have you told your mother this time?" He grinned. He was dying to get to know Fran's mom. From what Fran had told him, she must be a very nice person who knew her daughter very well.

"I told her I'd be at Val's... that we'd go shopping." She said. "Why do you ask?"

"I just wanted to know. I can't believe she believes you." He was shaking his head, not really believing.

"Why shoudn't she believe me? I spend so much time at Val's, it would be unnormal not to be there all the time." They continued eating and chatting while listening to soft music in the background. When they had finished, they took their belongings and headed off to the city, doing some shopping for what Max had planned afterwards.

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With both hands carrying at least two bags each, Max followed Fran who couldn't pass one shop. In every tiny little shop she found something she had to have. Max had offered her his credit card, but she refused to use it. She told him she knew how to shop a lot for little money. So he didn't want to quarrel with her about that.

"Wait, I want to go in there." Max shouted after Fran who turned around, walking back to where he was standing and taking a look at the things in the shop window.

"Swimming things?" Fran asked confused. Max just nodded his head yes. "Why?" She asked, "I do have a bikini at home. I don't need one."

"But that's the problem... at home, not here. But maybe you'll need one later..." He grinned sheepishly. Fran stared at him wide-eyed, probably he just wanted to take a look at her in very few clothes on.

"Oh, come on. Ya just want to see me in a bikini, that's all." Fran pinched him in the arm, laughing out loud.

Maxwell felt caught. He didn't only want to see her in a bikini. He had planned something and she needed one for that. Why couldn't she just understand? And the pleasure of having her modelling for him was only a side effect! "If you don't want to, please. Then we won't be able to do what I've planned for later..." He started to walk away, but Fran held him on his arm.

"Oh okay, I'm not that prudish... let's go inside." She said, pulling him with her into the shop. They searched for a few minutes, Fran was already carrying two bikinis in her hand when Max found one, red and white colored.

"Here, what about this one?" Max handed Fran a bikini top with matching bikini panties.

"Alright, I'll try these on... but I won't model for you here!" She shoot at him, pinching her finger at his chest.

"Sooner or later you will...." He said under his breath, barely understandable for Fran.

"What did you say?" She turned around.

"Oh, nothing... go try them on." He grinned, sending her to one of the changing rooms.

She tried all three of them on, but couldn't really decide which one she should take. Max had given her the red and white one and because she knew he would be very happy if she did choose the one he had given her, she took that one. She came out of the changing room, handing the shop assistant the ones she didn't want to buy and headed for the cash desk.

"Fran, wait. I'll take care of that." He put the bags on the floor, reaching for the bikini.

"Max, I told you. I don't want you to buy me stuff... I don't feel okay with that. I don't want you to think I only like you because of the money you already earned, because it's not true." She pulled at the bikini and didn't want to give in.

"Please, Fran, it's part of what I've planned for today. Consider it as a gift, alright?" He put on that irresistible smile again. He was mean doing that. Fran didn't even have a chance thinking about not giving in after all. So she handed him the bikini, grabbing the bags and waiting for him.

"Okay... you won. But only the bikini, you're already paying for all the food and stuff..." She answered, not really happy with the fact that Max was paying for almost everything.

"Don't worry, I'm fine with it." He answered, giving her a quick peck on the lips. "Now... ready for what I've planned?"

"Whatever you've planned, I'm plotzing to know already!" She exclaimed, carrying two bags, the other two was Maxwell carrying.

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They walked arm in arm into the lobby, giggling and flirting all the time. They put their bags in Max' hotelroom and grabbed their swimming clothes just to exit the room again.

"That's all we need?" Fran asked confused.

Max grinned, "Yes, that's all. You do trust me, don't you?" He held her hand and stared into her eyes.

"Yeah... of course I do. And I'm not stupid... I know we're going swimming." She responded, stucking her tongue out at Max.

"So why are you asking anyway? If you're so clever, hmm?" He leaned over to her.

"I just wanted to be sure... that's all." She giggled, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "So are we going already?" Max then grabbed her hand and led her to the pool of the hotel.

"Maaaaax, there are so many people" She cried, trying to head back out.

Max grabbed her hand, holding on to her. "Nooooo, wait. Fran, come on. What's the matter?" He asked concerned, holding her by her waist.

"Oh... nothing. It's just... well, you know, I've got claustrophobia. And you see, this pool isn't really big and... there are so many people." She admitted but didn't want to screw their afternoon.

"Oh... I... I didn't know." Max stammered, "Fran, if you don't want to stay I understand. Really." He was so sweet. Fran saw Max' disappointment in his eyes. She couldn't bare seeing him that way.

"No... let's try, ok? I don't want to ruin our time together." She was really brave. She wanted to face her fear just because of him. "And how can a girl say no when you're looking at her with that face..." She grinned, pointing her finger at him.

"What face?" Max said innocently, but couldn't refuse to laugh a little.

Fran stuck out her tongue at Maxwell, eyeing the people very carefully. "So, you're really ok with that?" Max wanted to be 100% sure. They didn't have to do it if she wouldn't want to. "Yeah, I'm fine... let's get changed." She was determinded, pulling him with her to the changing rooms. He had certainly had something in mind while planning this. She convinced herself that she would have fun with Max here and that nothing would ruin it, not some stupid fear she had. She went into a changing room, stripping down her clothes and putting on her bikini. Max was already very excited, he was dying to know what she looked like in just a bikini. Well, he's a man after all. So after he'd finished changing, he waited for her out the cabins patiently.

"Fran?" He shouted, wondering what she took so long.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.." She shouted back and opened the door, stepping out. Maxwell gasped, seeing the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen right in front of his eyes. She looked awesome in the red and white bikini, every man's fantasy. He eyed her from top to toe and back up again, not really believing she was real. Fran smiled, waving her hand in front of his face.

"Hello-o? Ya okay?" Fran joked, "Gee, ya look really yummy in your trunks!"

Fran brought Max back to reality. He startled. "Err, thanks. Fran, you look breathtaking!" He managed to get out, a bit ashamed of being caught checking her out so obviously.

"So," Max began, distracting the attention to something else. "Ladies first..." He desperately wanted to watch her going into the water first.

"Oh, no. I always need some more time to get used to the water... it's just so cold." She said and not even two seconds later everything you could hear was a loud splash.

"Come on Fran, the water is just perfect!" Max said while paddling back to the edge of the pool where she was sitting and splashing around with her feet. "Water's always cold in the beginning, but you'll get used to it."

"Nope, not even 10 horses are getting me in there, mister!" She said, shaking her head no.

"Oh come on...," Max begged while grabbing her feet and coming closer. Suddenly their faces were only inches apart, "do it for me," he smiled, reached out for her arms and threw her into the water.

"You're so much gonna regret that..." Fran yelled after she came up for air. She then drowned him, of course, or let's say she tried to. But Max took advantage of her weakness and swam under her legs, coming back up for air with her on his shoulders. Not one second after he caught for breath he dropped her off his shoulders and into the water again. Fran pulled him down into the water with her, coming closer under the surface just to bend her head to share a sweet little kiss with him. After they came up to the surface again they continued splashing around. They did so the whole afternoon, every once in a while getting out of the water, grabbing something to eat and relaxing, sharing a great time together and having loads of fun. They liked to be that near to each other, both enjoying it very much and while they did so, their feelings for each other increased with every minute.

After their time in the pool they wanted to go up to Max' room, but couldn't find their clothes.

"Max, where are our clothes?" Fran asked a little bit shocked. Max looked around, everybody could have taken them. They were so busy with drowning each other that they hadn't realized somebody had taken them. Max had mercifully locked their belongings in a locker... money, key and stuff. So he didn't really care, he would buy them new clothes. So all Max had to be was spontaneous, and he was. He suddenly grabbed Fran's hand and jumped up the stairs with her. The guests at the reception were staring at them in pure shock, wondering why two young people were running half nacked through the entrance hall of the hotel. But thank god they reached for an elevator right in time. It would have been too embarressing to wait for one.

"Did you see the grandma out there?" Fran laughed, gasping for air. "She covered her husband's eyes because he was staring at me!" Max laughed, it was lovely to see her enjoying the time they spent together. Both were catching for breath totally out of breath and Fran leaned on the elevator wall to steady herself. "That was real fun, I loved it. Everybody was shocked when they saw us..." Fran couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe he was able to be so spontaneous, but she really liked that.

Max took advantage of the fact that they were alone in the elevator, so he came one step closer to Fran. He placed one of his hands at her waist, with the other one he lifted her chin to kiss her very softly. Fran yearned for his kisses, she couldn't get enough of them. So she gave in completely and wrapped her arms around his neck to feel his skin against hers. It seemed like eternity, both lost in the sensation of their bodies touching with only swimming clothes separating them. Fran could feel Max' arousal pressing up against her, he was obviously as turned on as her. Suddenly they heard the BING and the elevator door opened. They broke apart as some people stepped in, standing next to each other like two little kids been caught doing something very bad.

As the elevator had reached their floor, Max once again took Fran's hand and led her to his room. He opened the door and let Fran enter first. He closed the door behind them and walked up to where Fran was standing, wrapping his arms around her waist just to continue where they had been interrupted before. "Damn those people entered the elevator..." He breathed, nuzzling her neck from behind. Fran covered his hands with hers which where placed on her belly. She enjoyed feeling Max' lips on her skin, especially on her neck. She really wanted to give herself to that guy, he treated her with respect and was the most romantic and caring man she'd ever met, but she knew if she didn't push him back the next moment, they would do something which couldn't happen now. "Max?" She started, it was just their third day spending together, it was too early she tried to convince herself.

"Yeees?" He said through placing kisses all over her bare shoulders.

"Well, how shall I put it?" She began, stepping one step forward, facing him. "I really love being with you, it makes me feel so very special. Nobody has ever made me feel like you do. I don't want to rush into things. We do know each other for about two months now, but we only met Monday. What we are about going to do, and you know what I mean, it's not the right time now... it's too early for me." She looked into his eyes, seeing the disappointment hiding behind those green pools. "Do you understand my point of view?" She walked over to the bed with him. They both sat down and Fran reached for his hands.

"Of course I understand you." He held her hands very tight, looking down at them and back up into her eyes. "You see, normally I'm not acting so straightforward. I told you about the girls I was with and how difficult it is for me to get to know someone I really like. And I really like you Fran, I...I love spending my time with you even after just two and a half days. You make me laugh, you make me happy. I won't do anything that upsets you. I won't push you." He smiled at her, stroking her cheek with his index finger. "You just tell me when you're ready." He leaned over placing a kiss on her lips again. Fran closed her eyes, feeling the love and care he offered her.

She opened them again, staring into the most beautiful green eyes on Earth. "Yeah.. I sure will." She licked her lips, realizing again that she didn't have any clothes here. "So in the meantime you could tell me what I should put on..." She looked down on her, then back at him.

"Well, what about the things you've bought today?" He nodded his head in the direction of the bags, smiling.

"Ohhhh... right." She answered and stood up, walking over to where the bags were standing. "But what shall I put on?" She studied the contents of the bags, reaching for a summer dress. "What about this?" She held it to her body and turned facing Max.

"Perfect." He said, putting on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

"Ok, I'll be in the bathroom..." She smiled, disappearing in there.

Maxwell stared at the closed door. She was perfect, simply perfect. He never would have dreamed to meet someone so special in an internet chatroom. It's like a miracle... if they hadn't met there, they probably would have never met. Life's crazy, he thought and walked over to the bed where he lay down, closing his eyes for a short moment.

Fran put on her dress. She felt wonderful... a gorgeous guy was waiting outside for her. And he was a dream of a man. Everything she ever wanted. She wanted someone caring, someone she could trust. Someone who treated her with respect, someone romantic and funny. A guy who'd make her laugh, who she could have fun with... and he represented all of those things. She couldn't believe her luck; and the best of all was the fact that he'd move to New York in the near future so they'd really have a chance of being together. She loved spending time with him, never had she thought they would get along so well. She checked her reflection in the mirror and put on a bit make-up... it was one thing to scare him without make-up in the pool, but a complete other thing out of the water. She needed her make-up... even just a little bit. She closed her purse and unlocked the door, stepping outside. She didn't have any shoes, just a pair of flip-flops she had bought that day. She decided to walk barefooted in the hotel room, feeling more comfortable that way. She looked around in the room, spotting Max sleeping peacefully on the bed. So she walked over to where he was lying and placed her purse on the nightstand. She then climbed on the bed, lying next to him. Max startled, opening his eyes very slowly, grinning at her.

"Hi" He said, rubbing his eyes. "I must have dozed away..." He stretched his arms, yawning.

"No problem... I've given you a very hard time in the pool today, you need your rest." She joked, giggling while facing him, lying on her side.

"So you think, eh?" He asked, grinning from one ear to the other.

"Oh yeah..." She laughed out loud, having a good time.

Max reached for a strand of Fran's hair, wrapping it around his finger. It was still a bit wet, her curls forming spirals. "I love your hair..." He admitted. "It smells delicious and it's soft... and your curls, they represent your personality..." Fran smiled, he was so cute.

"So? What's my personality like?" He had started it, so she wanted to know.

"You're wild... full of life and passion. You're an adventurous person... you love being out, having fun, enjoying life." He reached for her cheek, stroking it softly. "But you can also be very caring and calm... you need time to recharge your battery." He joked, causing her to giggle.

"Oh, Max." She laughed out loud, enjoying their time together. "So all that you can tell because of my curly hair?" - "Well... no, but it matches... I've learned a lot about you and it's the way you are." Fran reached for his hair, burying her fingers in it. "And I love your hair, too... it's so thick, I love the way it feels when my fingers are sliding through it..." She combed his hair behind his ear, searching for an excuse to touch him even longer.

Their hands stopped in their action when their eyes met. They stared into each other's eyes, feeling the urge to kiss the other one so strongly. Fran moved her head even closer to Max' while he did the same. Suddenly their faces were only inches apart. Both feeling the other one's breath on their skin. Fran slowly closed her eyes, bending her head just to be able to touch his lips with hers. She wrapped her arms around him and lifted her leg, placing it above his. They were lying on their sides, cuddled up to each other. Max then also wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even tighter. He placed his hand on her leg, pushing up her dress slowly while stroking it. At the same time he opened his mouth to welcome her tongue. Never had he thought French kissing would feel so thrilling. He tasted her lips, kissing her very passionately. Fran groaned, kissing him back even more demanding. Her head was spinning, she already loved him so damn much, it was hard to say no. Max began nibbling her ear, it almost drove her crazy. They had to stop, they had to.... but damn, it felt so good. So right. She then took over control, rolling him on his back, straddling him with her legs. She sat above him, leaning over and pushing up his t-shirt. She began placing kisses on his belly. She loved his belly... and she even more loved his chest. He had a very muscular chest, every woman's dream. She worked her way up from his belly button to his chest, driving him almost crazy. "Fran..." He said, he didn't want to push her by his actions. "Hmhmmm?" She moaned, continuing covering his upper body with kisses. "Let's... arrr...stop..." He managed to get out, absolutely acting against the will of his body. Fran didn't even pay attention, she just continued doing magic with her tongue on his body. As much as Max loved her treatment, he had to stop her. He then reached for her arms, holding them tight. She finally looked up at him, gazing into his eyes. "I said let's stop..." He repeated, "You said it's too early, remember?" She just stared back at him. "Yeah... I know" She answered, "But I just realized that it's even harder to resist than I thought..." She lay back down next to him, turning to her side. "I was so drawn to you... it's crazy." She remarked, straightening his t-shirt again. "I've got news for you: you won't have to wait long anymore..." She winked at him.

He grinned triumphantly. "I've noticed..." There was a short silence between them again, both busy sorting their thoughts.

"Now... let's get something to eat. I'm starving!" She exclaimed, sitting up and looking down at him.

"Now why am I not surprised?" He laughed, grabbing the receiver to order food from the hotel kitchen.

They sat in silence, both enjoying their food. Max had ordered lasagna, knowing very well that Fran loved lasagna.

"It's delicious, Max..." She remarked, stuffing another fork full of food into her mouth. "So, you haven't said a word about your meeting yet... when is it?" She wanted to know, everything depended on that meeting. Max would meet the guy who's responsible for the new shows coming up on Broadway. He had to show him his ideas, convince him that the investment was worth the money.

"Oh, it's Friday... but I have to call Davis again, discuss the important stuff one last time." He answered, standing up to turn on the stereo. The radio was playing a romantic Jazz song, something to swing along. "But let's not talk about business now... dance with me?" He offered Fran his hand.

She placed her fork next to her plate, taking his hand. He held her very close, together they swung softly to the music. Fran rested her head on his shoulder and took a deep breath. She loved being close to him, she loved the way he made her feel. So very special, so unique. Max rested his head on Fran's head, inhaling the scent of her hair. They swung their bodies slowly to the music, never saying a word, just enjoying the moment being close together.

"Oh Max, today was wonderful." Fran whispered, still resting her head on his shoulder.

"It certainly was, Fran... like yesterday and Monday. I enjoy being with you." Max lifted his head and kissed Fran on the top of hers. He fought with his inner feelings. Should he tell her? Now would be a perfect moment... romantic music, the two of them together in a romantic atmosphere...

"Fran?"

"Yes Max?

"I..." He started, but couldn't get out another word. His silence caused Fran to lift her head as well, gazing into his eyes. He looked down into her beautiful brown eyes. Seeing the exact same feelings he felt for her reflected in there. But was she really feeling the same? What if she wouldn't say the same? Maybe she would laugh... or cry. Or maybe she'd tell him they'd just have some cool and fun days together, nothing more... NO, Fran wasn't like that. He knew her. She enjoyed their time, she really did. So she wouldn't laugh nor cry... she would definitely say the same. But damn... it was so hard to get those three words out. "I... er... I..." Nope, nothing. It was like there was a knot in his tongue, preventing him from telling her his feelings.

"What Max?" Fran got curious now. What was it that he couldn't tell her?

"Fran, I........." Damn it, "I think I'll bring you home now or your mother will call Val and ask what's taking you so long." Oh boy, seems like he wasn't ready then. He missed a perfect moment there, but you couldn't help him, he was afraid to tell her.

So they packed Fran's things, headed out the hotel and got a cab which drove them to Queens...

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Friday was there and Fran had spent the night at Val's. But she couldn't get any sleep really, her dreams always with the one person she loved so damn much. In the past days they got much closer. They shared some wonderful moments and enjoyed their presence more than they could have imagined. Neither Max nor Fran could imagine living without the other one anymore. It became a habit spending time with the other one.

Max got up very early that day, wanting everything to be 100% perfect. He was a nervous wreck and decided to go jogging in Central Park again. Afterwards he showered and had a breakfast with everything his heart desired... well, almost! The one thing which was the most important thing was missing. He couldn't wait to hold her in his arms again. He would hopefully call her with brilliant news that night, asking her out on a date again to celebrate. Just the two of them having a nice dinner, dancing a bit and afterwards going back up to his hotel room, maybe celebrating there in private. He didn't get his hopes up too much, knowing very well she maybe wasn't ready yet. But hey, he could hope, couldn't he?

At 9:30 he had the appointment with Roger Jackson, the most important guy in the business. He walked through the entrance being really nervous. He had discussed everything with Anthony Davis the day before so he had nothing to be worried about. He knew all that mattered, all that counted. He just had to give a good impression, convince Mr. Jackson of his intentions and visions for the future.

A lady led Max to Roger Jackson's office after she had announced him via the intercom. Again he stood in front of a huuuge door, impressive indeed. The lady opened the door for Maxwell. He entered, spotting the desk which appeared to be very small in the huge office. Jackson stood up from his chair, walked round his desk and shook hands with Max.

"Sheffield, nice to finally meet you in person. Come on here, have a seat." Max had a good feeling. That guy seemed to be very friendly.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Jackson." Maxwell said, sitting down on the other side of the desk.

"So Sheffield, you're young, you've got ideas... tell me about it..." It seemed he didn't want to waste any time. Time was money, after all. So Max began telling him about his projects, his ideas for upcoming shows and about the development of his hit musical "The Vampire’s Kiss". Jackson sat opposite of Max all the time, totally concentrated on what Max was telling him. Every once in a while he scribbled a few notes on a piece of paper just to look back up at Maxwell again.

"... and that was the beginning of "The Vampire’s Kiss". I never thought it would be such a big hit." Max admitted honestly. Jackson put down his pen and leaned back in his chair.

"Mr. Davis told me about your show. He said it was brilliant." He eyed Max very carefully.

"Thank you." Max answered a bit embarassed.

"I'll be honest with you, Maxwell." Jackson began, leaning forward in his chair again. "Your ideas are excellent, I think you've got a lot of potential. And I trust Anthony when he says a show was brilliant, and just between you and me: he doesn't say that often. So..." Max felt the jolt of adrenaline shooting through his body. Oh my god, please say I'll get a chance. "You've got the job." He simply said.

Max immediately stood up from his chair, leaning over the desk to shake hands with Mr. Jackson. "Oh thank you, Mr. Jackson. You don't know what your decision means to someone like me. Thank you very, very much." Jackson laughed, finding it funny to see Maxwell so relieved and overwhelmed at the same time.

"Nothing to be thankful for, Maxwell. I hope you'll produce hit after hit on Broadway..." He answered, leading him to the door. Max turned around one last time before exiting the room, shaking hands with him again.

"I'll certainly try my best, Mr. Jackson. Goodbye." Max said. He couldn't wait to tell Fran.

"Have a good day, Sheffield." He said his goodbye to Max as well and shut the door behind him. Max jumped in the air out of joy but immediately looked around, hoping nobody had seen his outburst. He was more than happy, he finally made it. He would produce musicals on Broadway... Wait till Fran hears.

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Fran and Val were sitting on Val's bed in her room doing a Cosmo quiz. She wasn't really concentrated, her thoughts being with Maxwell all the time. What did he say? Did he get his chance? Did the guy like his ideas? These questions were driving her almost crazy.

"Oh Vaaaaaaallll..." Fran whined, putting the quiz down and staring into emptiness.

"What's up, Frannie? Ya still worried 'bout Max?" Val asked, looking up from her quiz as well.

"Yeaaahhhhh.... why didn't he call? I bet he knows already..." She told her best friend, looking at her like she knew the answer to all her questions.

"Fran, I gue-" Suddenly Fran's cellphone rang. She jumped off the bed and ran to her purse, pulling out her cellphone to answer the call.

- "Hello?"

- "Fran? It's me, Max."

- "Geesh, Max, finally. Tell me, what did he say? Did he like your ideas? Do you have the job?"

- "Fran, calm down...."

- "Don't tell me to calm down... I'm dying to know already... so dish!" She practically shouted into the receiver.

- "Okay..." Silence.

- "Max? You're killing me... what did he say?"

- "I'VE GOT THE JOB!" He shouted. You could hear him laugh at the other end.

- "Nooooooooo...... really? OH MY GOOOOOD, Max!"

"Vaaaaaaal, he's got the joobbb..." Fran jumped up and down with her cellphone pressed to her ear.

- "Oh Max, I'm so happy for ya!"

- "Thank you. So Fran, when can we meet? I can't wait to see you again..."

- "What about an hour? I'll meet you at your hotel, ok?"

- "That's good. Wear something elegant, would you? We're celebrating while having a nice dinner."

- "I will, can't wait to see you, bye Sweetie. Muuuah!!!!"

- "Goodbye, Fran. See you later."

Fran pushed the button to end the call. She held her cellphone with both her hands to her heart, sighing relieved. "Oh Val, he got the job. I can't believe it... do you know what this means?" She walked over to Val's bed again, sitting down next to her best friend.

"Yeah, I know. And I'm sooooo happy for you, Fran. Finally the perfect guy for you and he'll move to New York City... I can't believe your luck." She gave Fran a big hug, causing Fran to cry softly.

"I know.. it's like a fairytale comes true... my very own fairytale..." She sniffed, "I'm sorry to say that, Val, but we're having dinner in an hour... celebrating you know... are ya very mad with me now because I'm leaving?" She looked apologizing at Val, feeling very sorry to cancel their girls' day, it was Friday after all.

"Fraaan, please. It's alright... maybe I'll go online tonight... searching for my prince, too..." She winked at her, squeezing her hand to let her know that it was alright.

"Thanks Val, you're the best, I love ya so much, Sweetie." She hugged Val tightly and gave her a huge kiss on her left cheek. Afterwards she stood up, took her purse and threw her cellphone in it. She looked around in Val's room to ensure to not forget anything. She looked at Val who sat on the bed and sighed, walking over to her to hug her one last time. "Muuuuah, I owe you a big deal. Luv' ya, bye."

"Luv' you, too, Baby. Wait, I'll show you to the door." She wrapped her arm around Fran's shoulder and so did Fran around hers. They walked to the door together. "Have fun, Fran. And tell Max that I'm dying to meet that gorgeous guy my best friend's crazy about." She winked and waved her goodbye to Fran.

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Fran unlocked the door to her parents' apartment. "Maaaa???" She yelled, throwing her keys on the couch together with her purse. "Maaaaha? Are ya home?" She tried again.

"Yeah, Frannie, I'm coming..." Her mother shouted back. Fran continued going to her room, placing her nightbag on the bed. "Where are ya?"

"I'm here, Ma." She said and her mother entered the room.

"Whaddaya doin', Sweetie?" Sylvia asked her daughter, not really knowing why she put new clothes into the bag and the old out.

"I'm sleepin' at Val's again tonight. I'm just taking new clothes... that's ok with you, isn't it?" She looked up from folding her pyjama top. Oh please let me go, Fran wished secretly. Her mother didn't seem to notice anything, so she just told her daughter to go.

"Yeah, sure Sweetie." Her mother answered. "Ya want something to eat before ya heading back to Val's?"

"Oh, no thanks, Ma. Val and I are going to order pizza. Ya know... it's girls' night tonight." She smiled at her mother. Sylvia just smiled back at her and exited the room again, leaving her daughter alone. How easy was that? Fran thought, although feeling a bit bad lying to her mother. But she soon banned that feeling again. She was keen on knowing how Max would react when she told him that she'd spend the night with him. Fran stopped in her tracks, thinking about her Max. He was such a sweet and caring guy. She certainly wouldn't disappoint him tonight. She was finally ready to make love to him. She had imagined how it would be since Wednesday. From what she remembered it would definitely be passionate and hot. She was sure that she'd experience something completely different from all her other experiences before. So she couldn't wait to meet him that night and rushed out of her parents' apartment and called a taxi which brought her to Maxwell in Manhattan.

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He had prepared everything. He had reserved a table for two in the hotel restaurant. He wore his tuxedo and had bought an elegant dress for Fran. It was black, with two thin straps holding the whole thing. He knew he had told her to wear something elegant but was sure she had either forgotten or didn't have anything adequate at all.

The phone rang again. Maxwell answered it and was told that a lady was on her way up to his room. He couldn't wait to hold her in his arms again, so he opened the door way too early and waited for her, leaning against the doorframe.

BING and Fran stepped out the elevator, heading directly to Max' room. She jumped as she saw Max already waiting for her outside the door.

"Hey, have ya lost ya key?" She giggled, walking to him and giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"Mhhm, hi. No, I didn't... I just couldn't wait any longer to see you again." He looked deeply into her eyes, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her passionately.

"Mhhmmmm... Maaax...," she managed saying through the kisses, "as much as I enjoy showing the world that you're mine... let's go inside, ok?" He stopped nuzzling her neck and looked at her again. She was right. He couldn't wait to see her in the dress he had bought.

"Alright, ladies first." He held the door open for her and spotted the bag.

"Thanks." She responded, entered the room and walked over to the couch, placing her bag there.

"Hey, why do you have a bag with you?" He wondered.

Fran began giggling, remembering how she fooled her mother not even an hour ago. "Oh, that... I told my mother that I'd stay at Val's again." She grinned. "So in case it's getting late tonight..." Max grinned back at her, finally realizing what she was getting at. "Ahhhh.... I see..." He bent over kissing her softly, "... but you won't need any clothes for that." He teased her.

"Maahaaaxxx... bad boy." She laughed with all her heart and smiled sexily at him. "Soooo...where are we going to celebrate? I don't have anything elegant... I'm sorry. Ya lookin' yummy, by the way." She wrapped her arms around his neck, stroking his thin hair at the back of his head while looking lovestruck in his eyes. "Those tuxedos are suiting you very well."

Max looked back at her. She was so lovely. And she would look even more lovely in the dress. He took both her hands and kissed her on the forehead, leading her to the bed. "Somehow I knew that, so..." He showed her the dress, "I bought this." Fran gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. "I would love to see you wearing it tonight, for me."

Fran couldn't believe her eyes. She picked up the dress and eyed it. "Oh Max... it's gorgeous." She held it to her body, looking down. "Nobody has ever gave me such a beautiful piece of clothes. I love it." She answered and recognized the matching shoes next to the carton. "And matching shoes? Oh, you're such a doll!" She threw her arms around him and kissed him for all he was worth. "Thank you sooo much, I'll go put it on."

After about 30 minutes Fran came out of the bathroom again, all dressed up. Max was sitting on the couch, watching TV. He heard the door clicking and turned off the TV. As he turned his head facing Fran he couldn't believe his eyes. She looked smashing, absolutely beautiful. She didn't look like 18, she looked like in her early twenties. He was overwhelmed and took both her hands in his, eyeing her from top to toe. "I...," he started, "I..." Fran smiled, did she look so good?

"What do you think? Do I look okay?" She asked while looking at him carefully.

"More than okay, believe me. You look stunning, absolutely wonderful. You're a vision..." He said and saw Fran blushing because of his kind words.

"Thanks." She answered. "So, are we ready?"

Max smiled at her. He was more than ready. But not to have dinner with her... he was more interested in the dessert part. Come on, control yourself. He tried to push the thought into the back of his head, leaving it there for later. But she would certainly look much better without anything on at all! "Yes." He said, offering her his arm to lead her to the restaurant of the hotel.

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Their arms entwinded they walked together to their table. Max offered Fran her seat, where she sat down. Opposite of her Max took his seat, too. The waiter brought them the menus and asked what they wanted to drink. Max ordered a bottle of Champagne, they had something to celebrate after all.

"Is Champagne all right with you?" He asked, smiling sweetly at her.

"Well, let's face the truth. I'm not that good with alcohol... but I'm staying here tonight, so, I can have a bit." She giggled, already looking forward to the events which would hopefully happen later that night. Being a bit tipsy would certainly make her a bit more relaxed about the whole situation.

"I'll keep an eye on you, okay? I don't want you to lie under the table, singing stupid songs and caterwauling embarrassing things." He pointed, studying the menu again. She just smiled, he was such a good man. She felt comfortable with him around. She could be herself, he did accept her just the way she was.

"Ok... you know, I have to thank you again for this wonderful dress, these wonderful shoes and for this wonderful dinner tonight. Nobody's ever spent so much money on me. I'm feeling like a princess, for the very first time in my life. I've never worn such a dress, neither had I ever been out in such an upper class restaurant."

"Then relax and enjoy, would you?" He said, "Have you decided yet what to eat?" He questioned.

"No... all these things are telling me absolutely nothing. Can't you order for both of us? Now it's my turn to trust you with food." She winked, remembering their first day eating out in the diner. Fran had ordered a typical meal for people who where on their way starving. But Max loved it, she had a great taste in food, no doubt.

"It will be my pleasure." He answered, just right in time when the waiter came back to their table, bringing them their bottle of Champagne. He ordered and they had a bit small talk until their meal was set. Fran found a huge lobster on her plate, with two strange looking pieces of cutlery. She looked from the animal at Max and back to the animal questioningly. What the hell was she supposed to do? She'd never eaten lobster in her whole life before. Max realized her hopeless look. "Do you need any help?" He asked, watching Fran waving around with her cutlery. "You look a bit lost over there..." He grinned.

She looked up from her plate right into his eyes. "Max, I've never eaten lobster before... I don't know what to do..." She answered desperately.

"Ok, let me show you..." He began, taking his two lobster shears into his hands. "You have to grab it here and then you have to pull here, you see?" He showed her what she exactly had to do. She tried to do it like Max had just showed her. It wasn't really easy, but it wasn't that difficult either. She pulled the damn lobster into single pieces and looked up at him again proudly.

"How did I do for my first time, huh? Ain't it impressive?" She giggled.

"You are a quick learner." He reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly. A warm and fuzzy feeling was surrounding them, the ice was broken once again and they had a nice and quiet dinner.

After their dinner Max asked Fran to dance a few steps on the dancefloor with him. He took her into his arms, placing his hands on her back. She snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest and swinging along with him.

"I love dancing with you, Max." Fran breathed silently, snuggling even closer to him.

"We're showing off a pretty good couple, eh?" He asked, looking down to where her head was resting. She lifted her head, gazing into his eyes. It was one of those moments again. They couldn't do anything against their lips attracting each other. They were drawn to each other, just like two magnets. So they shared some little kisses through their dancing session, one kiss every once in a while. After they had danced for about three songs they went back to their table, having dessert. Max had ordered chocolate cake, Fran's favorite. He watched her eating the piece, getting even turned on by just doing that. He couldn't wait to get up to his room making love to her for the first time. He wasn't afraid or anything, he was looking forward to telling her finally what he felt. He loved that girl so much, he didn't know what he'd do without her after his departure.

Fran offered him a fork, feeding him. "Here, taste this. It's heavenly." She remarked, taking another fork to taste it again. "God, I can't get enough. It sooo good." Her eyes were sparkling. Max loved it when her eyes were sparkling. He wondered what they would look like after hearing his confession of love.

"Oy, I'm so full." Fran exclaimed, placing down the fork and resting her hands on her stomach. "I'm plotzing." Max laughed. Those Yiddish words once in a while were making him laugh out loud every time. He knew she was Jewish. She had told him in one of their first chat conversations. He didn't care what religion she was believing in. All that mattered was the fact that they got along very well. "I want to lay down a bit, Max. I would really like to go up to your room now..." Fran said, winking and smiling sexily at Maxwell for the second time that night. Guy is guy... one would say and so Maxwell was the fastest waving the waiter over to their table to announce that they wanted to pay.

On their way up to Max' room in the elevator Fran was leaning against the wall. She was a bit nervous, she had to admit. She didn't want to jump into bed with him right after they stepped into his room. She wanted their first time to be very romantic. Something you'd never forget. Something special, like your very first time. And somehow it was her first time because she'd realized over the week that she had never loved a person as much as Maxwell Sheffield before. He was everything her heart desired, everything she always dreamed about. She had set the pace in the first place, now she wanted to do it again. No rushing into things, no pushing. But she knew Max was not like that. She knew he respected her feelings. He'd never do anything to upset her.

"Here we are..." Maxwell announced when he opened the door for Fran to step in first. The first thing she did was taking off her shoes. Although she hadn't walked much that night, her feet were hurting.

"Ahhhhh... that's better." She said, sitting down on an armchair. "I'm not used to high heels..." She grinned, watching Maxwell who walked over to the grand piano which was in his room. He sat down, opening the keyboard. "Music?" He asked and began playing a slow but very romantic song. Fran walked over and wrapped her arms around him from behind, listening carefully. She didn't know he could play the grand piano. She loved guys who could play an instrument. It was so romantic and it was a real turn on. She rested her head on his shoulder, listening to the music he was playing.

"I didn't know you can play the piano..." Fran said when he stopped playing and sat down beside him.

"I had piano lessons back in school. I was a pretty good player my teacher said." He answered. "Didn't I tell you?"

"No. But play another song, it's very romantic." She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. He would have done everything for her that moment. She looked at him full of love and devotion, her curly hair falling down her shoulders. So Max began playing another song, singing along the lyrics quietly. Fran rested her head on his shoulder again, listening quietly. He was playing "To make you feel my love" by Garth Brooks².

Fran listened carefully to every word he sang. She couldn't believe her ears. Was that a confession? She felt so happy, so loved. She suddenly stood up from where they were sitting, walking a few steps and turning around. There was a silence, neither Fran nor Max said a word. He looked up from the grand piano and saw her standing next to it. She began pulling down the straps of her dress, never breaking the gaze with him. He swallowed hard, was she finally ready? All her worries seemed to be forgotten after his confession. He stood up slowly. "Wait.." He said and walked up to Fran, looking down into her eyes while placing his hands on her waist. "Let me do it..." He breathed softly and reached for her zipper in the back, pulling it down very slowly. They never broke their eye contact. As Max had pulled down the zipper he reached for her mouth and kissed her passionately. Fran threw her arms around him, pulling him even closer to her and burying her hands in his thick, soft hair.

Max pushed Fran to the direction of the grand piano, kissing her very strongly and demanding. As they couldn't move anymore and Fran was standing with her back to the piano, he suddenly lifted her up and sat her on top of it. Fran smiled down at him, reaching for his face with both her hands and kissing him very softly. Her hair was hanging down loosely, covering the sides of Max' head. He was standing right in front of her and pulled down her dress from her upper body to her waist, were it rested. He then only saw her in her bra: she was a vision. He leaned forward, placing his face in the center of her breasts. He began nuzzling and kissing her there which caused Fran to threw back her head, enjoying his touch right there. She wrapped her legs around him, pushing him closer to her most sensitive area. Max was holding her by her waist, but stopped placing kisses and nuzzling her breasts when he couldn't stand the material of her bra anymore. So he lifted his hands and pulled down the straps of it. Fran watched him very carefully. He noticed and gave her another passionate kiss while he opened her bra and straped it down her body.

Max gasped, now she was half naked right in front of his eyes. He eyed her breasts. She had wonderful ones. Not too much, not to little, just perfect. Fran was steading herself with both her arms on the piano as Max asked for permission to finally taste her. She nodded and he slowly leaned forward, kissing her center between her breasts again. Fran breathed heavily, throwing back her head again. He moved his mouth to her right breast, covering her nipple there. Fran groaned out loud. She'd never dared to dream about anything like this. His right hand was on her waist and his left one was massaging her other breast. Maxwell sucked on her nipple, teasing her like no one had ever done before. Fran couldn't stand it and leaned forward, burying her hands in his hair again. She felt the sensation growing in her body and guided his mouth to her other breast which he spoiled as much as the first one. He sucked and bit her, causing her to moan even louder. She enjoyed his treatment very much. "Fran, you're so beautiful." Max said between kisses. He then stopped in his tracks, lifting her down from the grand piano and carrying her over to the king-sized bed. Fran threw her legs around him to feel him close to her even for that short moment. She held him by his neck, covering his mouth with kisses as they walked over.

He lay her down very carefully, leaning over her body. She looked like a goddess. His goddess for now. He stepped out of his shoes, pulled his socks off and crawled on the bed to her, placing his legs each on one side of her body. Fran's head was lying on a pillow, her hair spread wildly. She pulled him down on her, kissing him for all he was worth. As they broke apart again, they looked into each other's eyes.

"You're sure you want to do this?" Max asked, looking down at her.

Fran stroke his cheek, looking at him very lovely. "You’ve waited for so long..." She answered, "... and me, too. Ya think I'll let you go without sharing such a wonderful moment with you?" She had tears in her eyes, showing her happiness but also her sadness of knowing he had to leave in two days already.

"I love you, Fran." He finally said. It wasn't difficult at all. In the perfect and right moment everything seems to be easy. He saw a tear running down her cheek and reached for it, wiping it away. "I love you so much." He breathed and gave her a kiss which showed all his love for her. Fran sighed deeply, throwing her arms around his neck again and kissing him back just the way he had kissed her. 

"I love you, too." Fran answered quietly as they stopped to breathe again. "I love you like I've never loved anyone before." She admitted, kissing him very passionately.

Fran began unbottoning his shirt and had a hungry look on her face as his shirt was hanging down openly. She reached for his arms, pushing it down so Max could pull it off entirely. He kneeled above her and slid further down to her legs, to be able to reach for her dress which was still resting on her waist. Fran lifted her lower body so he could slide it down her legs. She was now only wearing her panties. Max once again couldn't believe what he was seeing. Fran had such a perfect body. He had a hard time to control himself and not to get it on with her right away.

Fran thought it was time to return the wonderful treatment. So she took advantage of the fact that Max was kneeling above her legs and sat up in front of him. She grinned sexily and pushed him down backwards on the bed. She straddled his lower body with her legs, looking down on him. Max saw the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She had this particular look on her face like she was going to eat him the next moment. She leaned down and started kissing his bellybutton. She loved his chest, his upper body. He must work out a lot 'cause he was showing off a few muscles here and there. She licked and sucked his body, working her way up to his upper chest. She reached for a nipple and treated it like he'd done with hers before. Max moaned loudly. She did a good job. A very good job as Fran felt Max' arousal pressing up once again. She stopped kissing his chest and looked into his eyes. She then leaned over and gave him a quick peck, her hand wandering to his belt. She loosened it and pulled it out. Then she opened the button and the zipper, but Max reached for her hand and held it tight. "Don't even think about it." He said, knowing very well what she was heading for. But she ignored his command and pushed his trousers further down.

"Just relax..." Fran said, taking off his trousers completely and throwing them on the floor. She bit on her lip as she saw him only in his boxershorts. Was he sexy or what? And he was all hers... so she traced the seam with her fingers, pulling on it. Max groaned and tried to fight against it. "Shsshh... Max, let me do it. You want it, too." She remarked and pulled the boxershorts down entirely. He was hopelessly devoted to her and couldn't do anything, it felt so good. There he was, completely naked and in all his glory. Fran swallowed hard, looked into his eyes one last time and leaned forward, covering it with her mouth. Max screamed out of pleasure, not believing how wonderful it felt. Fran sucked and licked, treating him like nobody before. She felt his little producer hardening even more and she knew that his first orgasm was on its way. "Fran..." Max breathed, "stop it..." He begged desperately, but she didn't listen. She continued doing magic on his most sensitive part of his body. "Oh goooddddd..." Max cried as he was right before exploding. Fran moved her mouth up and down even faster, knowing he'd explode every moment. "Ahhhh... god, Fran..." Max screamed as he finally climaxed.

He looked down at Fran as he was regaining his normal pulse. "You're nasty. You're playing dirty..." He said, getting up from where he was lying. Fran smiled at him, being proud to have such a strong effect on him.

"You wanted it. When do you finally admit it?" She asked innocently, grinning sexily at him while doing so and crawling over to where he was lying. Max reached for her mouth, pulling her down to him and kissing her very deeply. As he was doing so he pushed his body up and hers down onto her back, never interrupting their lip-lock. Fran giggled, kissing him back very softly.

"Mmhhhmm... I'll repay you..." Max said, kissing and nuzzling her neck, sucking her throat to leave an hickey there.

"Hey!" Fran cried, pushing him a bit off her body. "You bit me!" She said, acting shocked.

"And? Everybody shall know we made love tonight..." He breathed, kissing her jaw and her cheek and placing kisses on her upper body again.

"Maaahaaxxx..." Fran said, "I don't recognize you..." She slapped him on the arm. "But I like it..." She admitted and he covered her mouth with kisses to silence her. He then worked his way down to her breasts and her bellybutton. Fran felt her nipples harden... she loved his touch! She buried her hands in his hair again and guided him down to her center. Max inhaled her female scent and couldn't wait to get those damn panties off her body. He slid further down, pulling on her underwear. Fran lifted her lower body again so Max had better access. He slid down her panties and threw it to his boxershorts onto the floor. Then he crawled back up again, seeing her completely naked now. She was perfect, simply perfect. So he lowered his body to her center and started placing kisses there. Fran moaned, it felt so good. He made magic to her, kissing her there while massaging her breasts with his hands. She enjoyed being treated so passionately and felt her own climax to build up inside her. "Maaax...." She cried and he knew he had to continue to repay the wonderful feeling he had felt not ten minutes ago. "Oh goooood, Maaaaaaxxx..." She groaned even louder. "Oh my goooooooooddddd...." She screamed and felt the feeling of her orgasm spreading out inside her. She loved this guy so much, she couldn't describe it. He lifted his head again, gazing into her eyes. She pulled him up to her, begging for more. "Make love to me, Max." She said, kissing him for all he was worth.

He nodded his head yes, kissing her back harder. "I love you." He confessed again, kissing her very intensely.

"I know, honey..." She whispered, "Show me..." She never broke their gaze. "I need you to show me."

Max started kissing and sucking her breasts again. He was more than ready and it seemed as Fran was feeling the same. She was begging him to show her and he would do exactly that. He reached for his nightstand first and pulled out a condom. Fran smiled, he must have planned this. He unpacked it and put it on. He then lowered his body on hers, not wasting any time. He positioned himself on her, looking down on her again to ensure she was fine with it. "You tell me when I do anything you're not comfortable with, ok? Tell me to stop then..." He held her body by her waist and her arms where next to her head. "I don't want you to stop. Make love to me, Max." She said once again and he didn't hesitate to enter her slowly. Both gasped as they felt their closeness for the very first time. He began moving slowly in her, not wanting to hurt her in any way. He breathed heavily, moving faster and harder. "Oh god Max..." Fran cried, the feeling of another orgasm building up in her. Max kept moving faster, crying out Fran's name every once in a while. "Fraaaannn..." He screamed and they were heading for their climax. He kept placing kisses on her upper body and kissed her from time to time. They stared into each other's eyes, both moaning with pleasure.

"Fraan, Fraaan, Fraaaannnn..." / "Max, oh goood... Maxxxxx...." They got their climax at the same time, screaming out each other's names while coming. Max collapsed onto Fran, both breathing heavily and trying to regain their normal pulse. Max kissed Fran's forehead, showing her his joy. He then lay down next to her, rolling on his side to face her.

"That was wonderul. I love you, Fran." He told her, stroking her cheek softly. Fran was also lying on her side, facing him. She couldn't believe they just made love. Why had she waited five days to do so? They only had two days left... and she didn't want to move an inch. She just wanted to be in his arms.

"It was Earth-shacking, Sweetie. I love you more." She gave him an intense kiss, snuggling up against him. Max laughed, she always made him laugh even in the most inappropriate moment. They lay there together in silence, snuggled up to each other and just enjoying each other's presence. They made love through the entire night, loving each other passionately. Around 4am they collapsed exhausted in each other's arms and slept until the late morning.

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The first sunbeams were working their way through the curtains of Max' hotelroom. They tickled Fran's nose which caused her to wake up. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She heard someone snoring behind her and felt two strong arms around her body. Ah, now I know. It suddenly hit her, she was lying just where she belonged: in his arms. She tried not to move an inch, but decided to turn around in his arms to face him. He just tightened his embrace and murmured something in his sleep. Fran giggled, he was so cute. She thought about their last days together. It was Sunday and they had spent day and night for the last two days since they made love for the first time. She remembered their tender love-making last night. He had given himself completely to her and so had she.

She silently watched him sleeping. He looked so relaxed, so pleased. She stroke his cheek softly, causing him to stir. He then opened his eyes, looking into the most beautiful brown pools he'd ever seen. She smiled at him and it was wonderful to wake up next to her. Max formed a smile, smiling back at her.

"Good Morning, Sleepyhead." Fran whispered, stroking his right upper arm.

"Morning, how long have you been awake?" He rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Sorry." They shared a laugh.

"Oh... not that long. I was just thinking about the previous nights... and about how much I love waking up in your arms." She said, eyeing his mouth and stroking his cheek again. Max leaned over, kissing her softly.

"It's wonderful, isn't it? I could stay here forever..." He answered, "so..., I'm hungry. Do you want anything in particular?" He asked her, turning around to grab the receiver of the phone on his nightstand. She reached for him, wrapping her arms around his body from behind.

"Mhhmmm... no, everything I want is right here." She murmured, kissing his shoulders, leaving slight kisses there.

- "Yes? Would you send me up a continental breakfast for two?"

Max asked the guy who was on the line. He giggled, Fran was distracting him. She didn't stop kissing his neck. He covered the receiver, whispering to her. "Would you please stop?" She giggled and shook her head, continuing.

- "Any extra wish, Sir?"

- "No, thank you, that would be all." 

He hung up the receiver and turned around, tickling Fran. "I said: stop it." He joined her laughter, straddling her body with his. Fran kicked and screamed, trying to get out of the situation somehow. "Hahahahaha.... gotcha." Max said, pinning her arms down next to her head and kissing her for all she was worth.

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They were standing at the airport, searching for Max' plane on the timetable. Fran had been brave until now, no tears, no sniffing, no nothing. She was only holding Max' right arm tightly, she didn't want to let him go. She rested her head on his shoulder, being lost in thoughts. She didn't want to think about being apart. She got so used to have him by her side even just for one week. Their relationship grew so much the past days, it wouldn't be the same again. Chatting with him would be just a little comfort. She wished she could go with him, escaping from her life here, starting something new with him. But she knew he'd come back soon, forever. But he had to plan his moving first, leaving England with a good conscience. He didn't want to shuttle between England and the USA, between London and New York City, between his old life and his new one. He wanted to start a new life. A better one, with Fran by his side.

They walked over to a bench and sat down, Fran still held his arm tight. "Fran, would you loosen your embrace a bit, my arm's going to get blue otherwise..." He tried to cheer her up by joking, but she gave him just a weak smile. Hell, he was feeling as sad as her, he was just not showing it so obviously. He wanted to take her with him, continue spending time with her, but he couldn't. He had to prepare everything for his new life in New York City. He wouldn't have much time for he, he would have to work nonstop, 24 hours, 7 days a week. He didn't want to do this to her.

"Passengers of flight 387 please go on board." A nice voice announced through the speakers and Fran lifted her head. It was time. They stood up and walked over to where Max would board the plane. He set aside his bag, looking sadly into Fran's eyes. She had let go his arm and was standing like a little kid in front of him. He saw the tears building up in her eyes and just the next moment she threw her arms around him and cried. Max couldn't hold back his tears either and tightened his embrace around her as anything depended on this.

"Max, please don't go. I can't stand it..." Fran said through sobbing.

"Darling, I have to. We'll see each other soon, I promise." He wiped away her tears and smiled weakly at her. It was a lame excuse that moment. "I love you, Fran." He told her, kissing her for all she was worth. Fran held his face, pulling him down to her. The tears were running freely down her cheeks, she couldn't stop. She loved him so damn much.

"I love you more, Sweetie. I love you so much!" She whispered, barely understandable for him. They heard the female voice again, it was time to separate.

"Sweetheart, I have to go..." He held her tight, saying through quick pecks.

"I know..." Fran answered, giving a damn what he had to do. Maybe if she didn't let him go, he'd miss his flight and had to stay? No, that was childish. But it hurt so much, she didn't know how she'd be able to live without him.

"I love you... this was the best week of my life!" She breathed, kissing him for the last time and giving him a tight hug. Max kissed her, letting go of her and took his bag, walking slowly backwards to the gate. Fran's tears were running stronger down her face, she covered her mouth with her left hand, being so sad as a person could be. Max couldn't watch her sight any longer, it broke his heart. He walked to the guy and showed him his ticket, just to enter the long corridor to his plane.

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Fran was sitting on her bed, tissues all spread out on it and watching Max' picture while crying. Four hours. Four hours ago his plane had taken off and she went straight back home; she didn't speak a word with anybody there. She just wanted to be alone and locked the door to her room. Why was life so unfair? Why did love hurt so much? That morning they had shared a wonderful time, they laughed, they loved. And now? She was all alone in her room, feeling as lonely as she'd never felt before.

She heard a soft knock on the door. "Frannie, baby? I've got mail for you..." Her mother said, feeling helpless because she didn't know what upset her daughter so much.

"I'll get it later, Ma." She answered, not really in the mood to talk and face her mother.

"But it's not a normal letter. It says: TO FRAN. No address, no sender. The person must have been here..." Fran's face lit up. Maybe it was from Max. Could it be? Could he have left her a personal note? Suddenly she saw an envelope appearing under her door. Her mother had slid it into her room. She then heard silent steps, she must have left. Fran crawled off the bed and walked over to the door, picking up the envelope. She took it and walked back to her bed where she sat down, opening the letter carefully. She found a note and a ring. She eyed the ring and began reading.

Fran started to cry again. This time not because of sadness but because of joy. She hadn't expected anything like that from him. And she knew he loved her very much. This ring symbolized their love. She picked it up and eyed it, lying in her palm. She saw something engraved and read it out loud: "I love you. Maxwell" She smiled, putting it on and eyeing her left hand carefully. It looked perfect. She kissed the ring and sighed deeply, picking up the receiver to call Val.

To be continued in Chapter Three

To my wonderful chat girlfriends Steffi, Vale, Ani, Nata, Esti, Dani & Linda; and of course to our man Sfu! :-) Thanks guys, to a billion chats more to come!

¹ = I’m referring to "Living with Fran" here. It occurred in one of the episodes of Season 2.
² = This song inspired me for that scene. No infringement of rights is meant or implied.

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