Back to Fan FictionHave you guys seen season 4 ½? The crew of TN wasn't happy with the way season 4 ran, so they made an alternative season. Season 4 ½ was broadcasted just once and then the tapes miraculously disappeared. Either Chester ate them or Miss Fine taped them over with episodes of her 'Days of our Lives'. Thank God, I have a good memory and I decided to offer you the episodes of this season through fan fiction. Sorry Niles/CC fans. I only remembered the Fran/Max parts. Today we start with:
by
ShiShi
(shishi@earthling.net)
Fran Fine was sitting on the large sofa in the living room with her feet stretched out before her. It was 5.00 p.m and she was bored to death. She was watching the reruns of Dr. Quinn but she didn’t seem to get into the show. "Maybe because you’ve seen every episode 200 times already" she muttered to herself. She looked around in the big empty house. The kids were all gone to friends or sports classes, Niles was shopping and Mr. Sheffield was out to the theatre with CC. What a boring day. She had tried to call Val but her mother said she was at the hairdressers and when she called ma no one answered.
She lazily stretched her arms above her head. How could she enjoy her day alone in the house? Her first urge was to go to the kitchen and pull out a can of Haagen Dasz, but she fought it. She was happy with her figure now and especially the way Mr. Sheffield seemed to appreciate it. No need to ruin that!
And now her mind had gone into her favourite subject: Mr. Sheffield. Oh yes she had noticed him eying her a lot lately. Every time she walked into the office she noticed his eyes wander quickly over her body and then smiling his most seductive smile at her. At least, to her it was a seductive smile. Every look Mr. Sheffield threw her was a seductive one in her eyes. But she knew she wasn’t crazy. He might have set a ‘friends’-boundary between them, it certainly didn’t show in his eyes. Those beautiful olive green eyes. God, she loved them. Hell, she loved everything about him. His smile, the movements of his hands when he got nervous, the way he always seemed to fondle with his tie, so she could fix it. She simply loved fixing his tie for him. Taking her time, she always ‘accidentally’ touched the skin in his neck while adjusting the knot. His skin was soft and warm and when she touched it, she always heard a change in his breathing. It reassured her that she still turned him on. Even at the intensity of him hiding his feelings, she knew very well he wasn’t unaffected by her touch, her looks and her flirtatious comments.
While thinking of him she unconsciously walked up to his office. She loved the heavy wooden door that always marked the beginning of a new round with him. Every time she saw that door, she knew that in a second she would be face to face with the man she adored. The door always made her pulse quicken. Even now, when she knew for sure that there was no one waiting behind that door, her heart started racing. "Calm down silly, he is not here" she told herself.
She softly opened the door. It felt unnatural. She usually gave two firm knocks on it, yelling ‘knock, knock’ and then swung it open to reveal herself to him. Even before he could answer her knocks, she would bounce in and hop on his desk. Today the desk looked deserted. His chair was neatly pushed halfway under it and only a few papers reminded the room of previous activity.
Fran walked into the empty room. In the middle she turned 360 degrees to fully take in every part of the office. She felt she was surrounded by him. Every detail contained a memory of him. Funny how CC worked here too, yet she left no trace whatsoever in this room. It was all Maxwell Sheffield. She sighed as she walked up to the desk. Her slender fingers traced the edges like it was a hand carved wooden statue. Well, the desk might have been hand carved as far as she knew. It probably was a deadly expensive ornament. To her it had irreplaceable value. As she sat on this desk with her legs crossed she held all the power over him. She rose above him from that vantage point and she could touch him without him backing away. The best part of sitting on that desk was the view she offered him of her legs. She knew he liked it. He had even admitted it when his mother came over. Oh, she remembered that visit well. It had all begun in the kitchen when his mother had been telling him to tie up his shirt. Mr. Sheffield had become irritated and replied "It’s hot in my office". Something you he just shouldn’t have said with her so near. She hadn’t even thought of the his mother’s presence. It was just so natural for them to take up this opportunity to flirt. She had corned the kitchen to face him and said " I don’t recall being there." He had caught her meaning directly and smiled a naughty smile at her with those raised eyebrows. Then he had noticed his mother’s disapproving look at him. He had then tried to explain which only made it worse. Fran chuckled to herself as she recalled him telling his mother that "she hopped on his desk in one of her outfits". His mother was not amused and Mr. Sheffield had left quickly after that, not knowing what to say anymore.
Boy, was that a good confession or not? He liked her outfits! That was money well spent. Would he know that in the past year she had dressed especially for him. Always giving her clothes a hint of sexiness, she knew he liked. At first you would hold him for a guy that loves women in suits and business clothing. But very soon she had discovered that he liked her tight short skirts and her tops. He always did a double take at her clothing when she wore something extra alluring.
Without a thought she hopped on his desk. "Well, Mr. Sheffield" she said to the empty chair "tell me what you find sexy in me". She leaned back a little and slowly crossed her legs "do you like when I do this? I know you do. You always have that wanting look in your eyes." With one hand she smoothed her tight top. "Or do you like my female assets as I wear my skin tight shirts?" She grinned mischievously at her own play-talk. "Oh, what do you say Mr. Sheffield? You want to make love to me on your desk?"
This was just too funny. She threw her head back in uncontrollable laughter. But the fun was soon gone. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a figure in the the doorframe.
It was quiet in the house as Maxwell Sheffield entered it. He had been happy to be home early for a change, being able to solve business quickly. Now it seemed as though there was no one actually waiting on him.
He sighed. Where was everybody? He walked over to the kitchen hoping to find Niles there. He was really dying for a nice cup of coffee. Unfortunately his yenta butler was nowhere to be seen. Maxwell took a quick glance at the coffee machine. He could make it himself, but didn’t feel like it at all. It was just too quiet. Where was Miss Fine? The thought didn’t shock him anymore. He had always looked forward to her greeting him as he got home. It was totally natural. It was nice to talk to a woman after a long day’s work. Since he had no wife, it was not strange that he turned to a friend for a good conversation, a female friend. Niles was a good man. He often had nice and deep conversations with his long life pal. But a man just couldn’t take a woman’s place. They were different. Better listeners, good advisors and more sensitive. Miss Fine always knew how to cheer him up when he was down or how to give him advice when there was something on his mind. Her smile could usually fix everything.
That was what friends did for each other and Miss Fine was a terrific friend, an extraordinary friend, a beautiful friend. Yes, he could admit she was beautiful. He was not blind. Looking at a beauty was always better than looking at an ugly old broad. That was just the way it was. It didn’t mean he fancied her. He just liked looking at her.
He smiled to himself, remembering what she wore this morning. Her black skirt had been short and tight as always and the same could have been said about her top. It was funny. In his old days he used to like classy, elegant women. Sara had never worn outfits like Miss Fine. But in some incomprehensible way he liked Miss Fine’s style. It was unique. CC never wasted a moment to tell him how trashy Miss Fine looked but he never seemed to agree with her. No matter how skimpy her clothing was, she always had style. And don’t even mention her in an evening gown. She could get an entire room quiet with just walking in wearing a smashing gala dress. Oh yes, she was a beauty. Thank God, he was a man in control or he would have blown this nice businesslike and friends like relationship they had going.
Ok, he had told her he loved her in the plane. But he was desperate. They were about to spend their last moments on earth together. And he did love her. But just in a friends way. She had taken it all wrong.
He sighed.
Maybe he shouldn’t have kissed her as passionately as he had done. But he wasn’t in control. He was about to die. Isn’t a man granted a little kiss before he went? Or even a very ‘hot’ kiss. And their day in Paris was quite fantastic. In any romantic movie they would have fallen in love after a day like that. But it wasn’t like that easy in real life. He was a widower for God’s sake and Miss Fine was the nanny. It was an illusion. They were just friends and he had made that clear to her on the front steps later that evening. She had understood. The kiss after was just one to seal their friendship. A friendly little kiss that was all they both wanted.
He sighed again as he walked up to his office door. Then he stood still. The door was slightly ajar and he heard a voice inside. It was Miss Fine.
He took the door handle in his hand and pushed the door softly open
"….. skin tight shirt" was all he heard before he could see his desk.
Miss Fine was sitting there with his back to him on her usual spot on his desk. What the devil was she doing?
He watched her leaning a little closer to the chair as if someone was sitting in it.
"Oh, what do you say Mr. Sheffield?" he heard her say. Had she already seen him? He was about to answer when she spoke again.
"You want to make love to me on your desk?" His breath got stuck in his throat. What did she say? He watched her in disbelief as she started laughing out loud. Then she threw her neck back and suddenly the laughter died.
"Oh Mr. Sheffield" she said as she quickly stood up from the desk. "I didn’t hear you come in. I was just ….. " She hopefully looked around in his office to find an inspiration for her cover-up. There was nothing. How much had he heard? "I was just ….kidding with you." She forced out a laugh.
Maxwell still stood in the doorframe with his raised eyebrows. "Kidding with me, Miss Fine?" he slowly asked. "Yeah, you know, making a joke." She forced out another laugh as she walked towards him. She put her finger under his chin to quickly touch it. "Gotcha!" she said with a wink as she walked out.
"Om my God!" her mind was screaming as she collapsed on the bed in her room. Somehow she had to laugh. How embarrassing was this? She still saw the expression on his face. His familiar raised eyebrows and his eyes as big as dishes. His mouth was slightly open. She knew he had definitely heard the last part. What would he think of her now?
Fran looked into the mirror on the other side of the wall. Her cheeks were flushed. She reminded that he had blushes as well. "Hmm, this might turn out good." She thought to herself. "Let’s see how the puppy will go from here…"
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Margaret was quietly eating her food and Brighton was babbling with Fran about soccer practice. Gracie played with her mashed potatoes and Niles was chipping into the conversation every once in a while. Thank God, all seemed normal. Except for….
Was it just him or had Miss Fine just changed into an ever sexier and tighter outfit than she had on before? Every 2 or 3 sentences she would quickly glance at him with one of those killer smiles. Had she always done that?
God, how awkward was the situation this afternoon with Miss Fine in his office. "You want to make love to me on your desk?" These words replayed in his head ever since that moment. The voice she had used was low and seductive. Had he ever heard that voice before? It made his skin turn into goose pimples. Is that what she wanted him to do every time she sat on his desk?
"Daaaaaad?" vaguely he heard Margaret’s voice. He slowly turned to her. "What is it sweetheart?". His sight was blurry. "Sheesh dad, where were you with your mind?"
"Nowhere, right here, right here" he rapidly tried to focus on his eldest daughter. "What did you want Margaret?"
"Can I be excused? I have a new boyfr…" she abruptly stopped her sentence as she looked at Fran giving major signs with her hands and head. "I .. I have lots of homework and I want to finish it all tonight" she corrected herself with a sly smile.
"Of course sweetheart. Homework is very important. I am impressed at how seriously you take your education." As Margaret quickly left he turned to his son. "Brighton, you might take an example of your sister’s efforts and go make some homework as well, right now."
Brighton looked at his father wide-eyed. "Dad, are you crazy? She is not… aaauw" He stopped in mid-sentence and looked with a hurt face at Fran. "That hurt!’ he hissed at her.
Maxwell was still looking curiously at his son. "Uh, yeah dad. You’re right. I will follow Margaret’s example directly". Before Maxwell could answer, his boy had already flown up the stairs.
"Sometimes Brighton needs his father to speak firmly at him." Maxwell looked at Fran with a proud grin. "You are right Mr. Sheffield" she answered, giving Gracie a big wink. "You really showed him tonight."
Maxwell looked at his little girl as she burst out in laughter. Off Fran’s look, she quickly quieted down.
"Dad, may I be excused as well? The film version of the Phantom of the Opera will be on in 5 minutes." Gracie asked as she quickly stuffed the last spoon of mashed potatoes in her mouth.
Maxwell looked at her with a sour face. Even his own daughter liked that phoney-commercial producer better.
"What she is trying to say.." Fran corrected the little child. "Is that she hated the musical version of this beautiful story and hopes the film version is better, right sweetie?"
"No, Fran I loved the mu…" Before Grace could finish her sentence Fran scooped her up from the chair and shoved her out of the dining room. "Kids huh" she smiled at her boss. "They just keep on babbling."
"I’ll be doing the dishes" Niles declared as he took the plates and went to the kitchen.
An awkward silence fell over the room.
Fran took a sip of orange juice as she slowly turned to Maxwell. She had been looking at him constantly during dinner and every time she peeked his way, he abruptly turned his eyes down. She had him right where she wanted.
Maxwell looked at the table cloth.
Darn, why couldn’t he come up with a light topic for conversation now? They had light conversations all the time, no silliness whatsoever. And now, since this afternoon he knew nothing to say. Maybe he could tell her something about the theatre… that would be safe enough. Yes, that would definitely lighten the mood.
"It was rather busy at the theatre today" he opened, trying to look as casual as possible.
Fran flashed him a bright smile. "Really? I thought you were home pretty early. I hadn’t expected you so soon."
She watched Maxwell swallowing hard. She knew right away she got him back on track.
Maxwell felt his cheeks turn warm. No, it hadn’t been busy at the theatre. He was home early, that’s when he caught her in the office. "You want to make love to me on your desk?" There was enough room on that desk to lay her down. He knew for sure. She had a small frame. Her light skin would look beautiful on the dark wood. He knew exactly how it would look. Hadn’t he had this picture in his mind for several months now? It was always there leering at the back. Now Miss Fine had pulled it to the front.
"Yes well…. " his throat felt dry. "How was your day Miss Fine?" His hands fondled with the napkin as he turned his face sideward to look at her. He tried unsuccessfully to relax the muscles in his face.
"Oh, it was a pretty quiet day. The kids all had activities today so it gave me a chance to just relax a little…." Now she waited a beat before going on. "… fantasise a little."
Maxwell almost suffocated at her words. He couldn’t breathe for a full ten seconds. Every fibre in his body was at its utmost alert right now.
He took a deep breath. He had to think straight now. What should he say. Is she just going to tell him her fantasy? Does she know how he shares that fantasy with her? How does one go from here? His mind was reeling.
"Oh.." he managed to get out. "That sounds like a nice day." He didn’t dare to look at her and made an act out of checking the table cloth for spots.
"Mr. Sheffield?" Fran’s voice had that low seductive feel to it again. He had to look up now, look her in the face. He was a gentleman after all.
Carefully he straightened his back and turned his head to her. She directly caught his look in her brown almond eyes.
"Yes, Miss Fine?" The harder he tried to sound normal, the worse it got. His voice sounded more croaked than ever. He was drowning in her eyes now. They were alluring dark pools that draw men into their depth. He lowered his gaze to her cute little nose. And then … her sensuous mouth. The red lipstick accentuated the fullness of her lips. They were always demanding.
Stop it there Sheffield! Act a bit more like the grown man you are!
He forced a half smile, trying to look as casual as possible.
Fran leaned a bit closer to him, holding her head just an inch from his face. Her voice was soft and low. "Don’t you wanna know what I fantasised about?"
Mr. Sheffield’s face was getting redder by the second. She thought he had stopped breathing altogether. He was so cute when he got nervous. She watched him rubbing his hands together like he always did and didn’t dare to look straight at her. She loved it. She could get this powerful and wealthy man to stammer after a little bit of flirting. He could deny his feelings by words but at this moment everything was more than clear.
"Well, I do respect your privacy, Miss Fine." Clever move Sheffield. This was a nice and good way to avoid this question. Hmm, does she smell delicious or what? Is it perfume or just the scent of her soft skin.
Oh, stop torturing yourself man!
"Oh this fantasy is not just about me .." she leaned even closer than she already had. Their mouths just inches from each other. She felt his breath against her lips. It was irregular.
He bit this lower lip. What was she doing? They were just friends. He had made that so clear. Now she was going to tell him she wanted him in the worst way. How could he deny? If it wasn’t for Niles in the kitchen next to them or the children upstairs, he might have cleared this table altogether and laid her on top. That knot on her robe didn’t seem very tight. Would she wear anything underneath?
"Miss Fine, you know it’s not … it’s not possible." He still didn’t pull his face away from her. She had hypnotised him and he couldn’t move. He had to be strong now.
"I know but …. It would be really nice though. I know you could use it as well." You look so tense" with that she moved her hand to the side of his face and caressed his jaw.
"Miss Fine, the children …" it came out in a breath. Her lips were demanding and so close. He fought everything he had to not touch her. But he felt he was losing the battle. How could he be blamed? She was every man’s dream and she was so close. Just one little touch to take the edge off. That was all he needed.
Before he realised it, he bent forwards and let his lip touch hers. He had caught her unaware and it pleased him to be one step ahead of her.
Her soft lips were a sensation underneath his. He grazed them with his teeth. He wanted to take his time now, so he could saviour this moment. Not like the hushed kiss on the plane.
He felt her slightly parting her lips and taking his under lip between them. She suckled a bit on it, driving him wild.
He took both his hands and put them on the sides of her face and tilted his head. He wanted to feel how hot she was inside her mouth.
He let his tong glide into that wet pool and met hers halfway. They collided softly as he let his tongue slide around hers. He could still taste a hint of orange juice. But above all, he tasted her.
Fran was more than surprised by his action. She had expected him more to flee than to kiss her. Apparently her little fantasise-talk had turned him on more the she knew.
That man could kiss. The way he bathed himself inside her mouth was intensely sexual. He wasn’t just kissing her, he was making love to her with his lips and tongue. He knew what he was doing. She couldn’t believe he had just been a nervous wreck and now knew exactly how to make her whimper with pleasure.
He had to retreat now, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to control himself. It felt too good. Every part of his body was yearning for her now and that was totally uncalled for. He shouldn’t have started this kiss. It didn’t take the edge off of anything.
Slowly he drew his face away from her. Her eyes were clouded. He was proud he could make this beautiful woman want him. It frightened him also. She had started the fire but he had thrown a big bottle of gasoline on it. Now it was burning between them. He had to put it out again. It was dangerous.
"Miss Fine, this fantasy of yours.." he started.
Fantasy, fantasy? Fran needed some time to gather her thoughts. What were they talking about again? Oh yeah, she had been playing with him.
"You have to forget it. It’s too….." he couldn’t find the words to describe it. It was too good, too hot, too….. What was he saying to her?
"It’ll get in the way of our friendship" Yes, that was rational. Good choice of words man!
Fran looked at him with a frown. Enjoying it to be back in the game again. Whatever he said now, she knew what she had felt.
She tried to put on her best frown. "Why? I think we both need it …. and the children as well."
Maxell’s mind started doing back flips. The children? What the devil did they have to do with this?
"The children Miss fine?" he looked at her curiously.
"Yes, they worked very hard in school. A nice Bermuda holiday would be good for all of us." She smiled now. She knew exactly that she had him surprised and confused.
"A holiday Miss Fine?" it suddenly hit him. "Is that what you were fantasising about?"
"Yes of course. What else? You know I am always working you for a free vacation." Her look was as innocent as possible. "What did you think my fantasy was?" She asked him as she traced his jaw with her finger.
"Uh .. well" he was stammering. What was happening? Now she is talking about a vacation? What about what she had said in the office? She must have known he had heard her.
"I had overheard you in the office this afternoon.. and I assumed…" he stopped his sentence there. How could he find the right words for this? How could he concentrate with her finger caressing his chin now?
"What did I say?" again that innocent look. "I was just saying to myself how I loved the carvings in your desk."
His mouth fell open. "The carvings in my desk Miss fine? Is that what you said when I walked in?" Had he become mad? He was almost sure she had said something else.
"Yes, what did you think?" She now stood up and put her empty glass on the silver plate in the middle of the table.
She walked over to stand right behind Maxwell and bent over to his left ear. "But after that kiss, I suddenly have entire different fantasies. I think I will take a nice hot shower…"
With that she walked away, swaying her hips like usual.
Maxwell still sat there with an open mouth. What had just happened? Had he projected his own fantasy on her?
Nothing like that mattered now, all he could think of was Miss Fine in that shower.
He had to do something about this..
To be continued in Episode 2
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