Pick'N'Mix Mods for The Sims 2

39 - Mile High

She drifted through the airport - check-in, passport control, security, lounge, window shopping, boarding gate and seat - devoid of emotion, as if watching someone else from a dream. What had promised to be a great adventure had been ruined by one tiny, insignificant item. As the plane pushed back, Analise stared out the window and cried.

Someone lightly tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me Miss", said a light female voice, "I think you've dropped this." Reflected on the cloud-tops Analise could see a pair of beatific, deep-brown eyes. Spinning slowly in front of them was her medallion.

Analise reached for the chain, hooked her finger tips around the girl's, and pulled her into the privacy of the seat.

Gazing lovingly into her deep-brown eyes, Analise could see the bell-girl, the nurse and the beatific face from the helicopter. The girl caressed Analise's face with her smooth, petite hand and kissed her tenderly. Electric crackles pulsed deep in Analise as her synapses recalled what those hands were capable of. She pulled her into an embrace, oblivious to her bruised ribs, and kissed her urgently, deeply, passionately.

"I don't even know your name", Analise whispered while grazing the girl's earlobe with her lips.

"I have ... many names ... so many names ... names are not ... important ... call me ... what I am ... to you."

"Parisa"

They curled together in the seat; smoothing, caressing, kissing, touching, exploring ... words were unnecessary.

Analise didn't know how she expected to feel, but she felt ... alive.

"Miss", said the stewardess, gently shaking Analise awake, "We're landing. You need to fasten your seatbelt."

Parisa and the medallion were gone. Analise had known they would be, but it no longer hurt, just ached.

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