DISCLAIMER: THE NANNY is a copyright of Sony Pictures, Tri-Star Television, High School Sweethearts, Sternin & Fraser's Inc, CBS Television and property of the great Fran Drescher. These characters do not belong to me ( although I wish they did ). So no infringement is intended.

This is my very first attempt to write fanfic about this great show, the greatest show ever, actually!:) Now, just pop in some music and have fun! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

Fran and Max unmarried, after "Pup in Paris"...

Thoughts

by

Marcella Costa
(cellac@br.homeshopping.com.br)

- Miss Fine!! Can you come here, please?

Fran heard Mr. Sheffield calling, so as soon as she finished her ice cream, she hurried up to his office.

- Did you call me, Mr. Sheffield? - she asked as she jumped up and sat on his desk.

She could feel him staring at her naked legs. Not that this was any news, but lately she had noticed that it'd been harder for him to control ( or at least hide ) his growing desire for her. And she knew he loved her. Not just because of that, but the point was that she could actually feel his love and his passion. But since Paris they hadn't shared, let's say, any private moment yet. If he wasn't good at moments when there were only the two of them, with the children around it was even more difficult for him to express his feelings. And that kiss on the plane had surely affected her on so many levels for ever since she wanted him even badly. She wished that he would come on over to her and grab her and kiss her passionately and... Her fantasies had become more realistic and a lot more frequent by now. And she too was having a bad time trying to keep herself from jumping in his neck and kissing him... She loved this guy soo very much but he not admitting his feelings was really getting on her nerves. Yet she had no idea of what to do. She didn't want to hurt him ( and she knew that's what would happen if she let out everything that was on her mind ) but didn't want to get hurt either. She was certain the pain would be unbearable.

Maxwell got up fast, trying to avoid looking at her thighs. He knew how hard it was for him to behave properly like he, as her boss, should do.

Walking towards the terrace, he began to think about how madly in love he was with Fran. Every time she came to him with those short skirts of hers he would go nuts! He loved this woman more and more every day and yet he was afraid to admit it out loud. What if he lost her like he lost Sarah? No, that was something he would not be able to bear. But he also could not live on maybes. He got to do something, make a move... But he didn't know what to do... how to do. He wanted her so much but instead of facing it he kept pushing her away. There might be a solution.

Turning back to face her, he considered that maybe some time alone with her would do them both good. So, taking all his courage, he began to talk.

- Miss Fine... What would tou think if I told you that the kids are off to London so you have two whole free weeks to do whatever you want?

Fran was really surprised.

- Wha? England? What the hell are they gonna do in that bor... wonderful country?

- My mother invited them over so I thought it would be good for us... I mean, them to have some fun.

- Oh... I see... Ok, alright... So I guess I'll just stay at Ma's...

- Mmmm... Miss Fine... I was thinking that maybe you could...

- Maybe I could what?

- Mmmm... Nothing. You go and stay with your parents. You can leave tomorrow if you want, but you gotta be home the day the children arrive. On Saturday...

"You damn-bloody coward!! You've just ruined everything up!", he thought to himself as he watched Fran leaving the room. She seemed to be very disappointed and yet he hasn't had the guts to ask her to stay... to stay with him.

He was very mad at himself so he hit the desk as if he could utter all his angry.

Sylvia Fine was eating a big turkey leg when she heard her daughter's voice.

- Ma!? Do you know where my sleeping pills are? I can't seem to find them anywhere in my purse!

- I have no idea, Fran. Have you gone through all your luggage yet?

- Yess! And still I can't find them!! I really need them!

- Maybe you left them home. Why don't you call Mr. Sheffield and ask him to check it out for you?

- Oh, no, Ma. Mr. Sheffield is a very busy man. I'll just have to find them myself. Get my coat, I'm going to the mansion!

- Fran, it's 2 o'clock in the morning, there's a storm out there that even Moises would be afraid of and you want to walk seven blocks to look for sleeping pills? What are you, crazy? Why don't you just relax, sit down and taste this lasagna? It's really yummy... I mean, if you don't care about expiration dates.

- Ma!? Can you please focus on something besides food? On *me*, for instance! Oy, vey! And you still wonder how you got that big! Geez...!

- What's the problem with you not having those pills just once, for God's Sake? And since when do you have to take drugs to sleep?

- Ma! If I don't have my pills when I get to bed it won't be long before I start having those thoughts and... oopsie!

"Oh, my! Me and my big mouth! Why do I have to be such a yenta?", she thought to herself.

- What thoughts are you talking about, Fran? - Sylvia asked as she brought another piece of lasagna into her mouth.

- Mmm... Thoughts... We're talking about my thoughts... Mmm... Oh! I have these thoughts about Val getting married before me and boy, is that scary!

- Oh, honey, that's ok. Don't worry, that's preety hard to happen. Actually it's almost impossible that Val gets married before you. Let's face it, it's the naked truth. Although... your chances of getting married are decreasing, and you're not getting any younger. When you come to think of it, you realize that being a single maid is not the greatest thing in the world and...

- Nanny, Ma!! I'm a nanny! Thank you so very much for your support but I don't think you are helping me... At all! If I listened to everything you say... Oy! I don't wanna even think... Anyway... I gotta have those pills! I'm gonna get them right now!

"Otherwise", she thought to herself, "there will be no sleeping at all and I know exactly what it means!"

So she got her coat and her umbrella and headed over to the Sheffield's house.

Maxwell was still awake, reading on the couch, when he heard a door 'bang'. As he stood up, he saw a woman soaked up to the skin... And it was Miss Fine! He hurried up so he could help her.

- Miss Fine! What are you doing here in the middle of the night? It's 3 o'clock in the morning, for Heavens Sake! What happened to you? You seem like you're a survivor of the Titanic! And what the bloody hell happened to your umbrella? - he asked while helping her pulling her wet coat off.

- This damn umbrella is broken! Now I know this is something you have to buy retail!

- You'd better take these clothes off or you'll get pneumonia! What the hell were you thinking when you got out in the storm?!

- I was thinking that... What do you care what I was thinking? I just gotta have my sleeping pills and then I'll get back to ma's again... as somebody wishes.

- What? Sleeping pills? What do you need sleeping pills for? And you are not getting out in this storm, I won't let you!

- Woa! Woa! You won't let me? What am I, your toy? For your information, mister, you don't own me and I think you lost the right to ask for explanations when you took back the *thing*!

- My God, Miss Fine! It's been a month already, why can't you just forget it?

- Because ever since we left Paris I can't seem to stop having these thoughts and if I don't take my pills I'm gonna go insane! I can't stand this anymore! I can't take this all by myself! - she was hysterical and tears rolled all over her face.

- What, Miss Fine? What thoughts are you talking about? I don't understand... - he said as he pulled her closer to confort.

- Yes, yes you do! - she said, releasing herself from his arms - You know exactly what I'm talking about! You think you can tell me the *thing* and then take it back! You think you can kiss me and toy with my feelings like this but you can't, Maxwell Sheffield. I'm tired of this game, I can't take this anymore.

- Please, calm down, Miss Fine... Fran! - he reached to hold her close again.

- No, Mr. Sheffield, that's it! No more of this cat-mouse game, I've had enough! For me it's... wha? What did you just call me?

- I called you... Fran?

She just couldn't believe it.

- You called me Fran?... You called me Fran!!

- Yes, I just called you Fran! - he answered as he caressed her face and her wet dark hair - Oh, my God! Oh, Fran, I'm soo sorry, I've been acting so foolish, lieing to myself, afraid to face the truth... Fran... Please don't walk out on me, I couldn't possibly imagine my life without you... Without your smile... God, you're so beautiful! - he said as he placed a finger on her mouth, tracing its way.

She met his warm deep hazel eyes and the sparkle there was intense. She saw the passion and the desire he had for her and her heart began to beat faster and faster. At this moment she was sure he was the one, the man of her dreams, her dream come true... She felt like crying, jumping, screaming, dancing... For happiness and love had finally found her...

Maxwell leaned over to her and his lips touched hers in the world's most delicate and sweet kiss. But then his tongue was openning her mouth, between her teeth and dancing all over there.

She opened her mouth wide to accept everything he was willing to offer her, and the kiss was now much more passionate and hot...

Their hands studied each other bodies with such anxiety, the desire beginning to consume them and set them on fire. So he took her in his strong arms and carried her upstairs to his bedroom for he couldn't wait any longer.

He placed her in his bed and began to take her soaked dress off, what made her start trembling.

- What's the matter, darling?

- Hello-o! I'm free-ee-zing here! - she said as she looked up to him with an inviting expression.

- Do you want me to warm you up? - he teased her.

- Oh, please, Mr. Sheff... Max! Please take me now, oh, I've waited for so long...

- Oh, Fran, I love you so much!

- I love you too, Max! - with this, she unbottoned his pajamas and kissed him deeply, a wordless way of asking him to make her his woman.

They made love for what seemed to be hours. It was amazing how perfectly they completed each other, their bodies together forming one only being, one only soul, like a simphony.

They knew they were meant to be that way, that they belonged to each other and no one could ever tear them apart.

They fell asleep in each other's arms knowing that this was just the beginning of a life full of hapiness and joy.

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