Fantasy What This Night May Bring by TMaskedWriter

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Dear Cupid," He read. "I have no fucking clue why I'm writing this. You're not real, I'm making all this shit up. Well, Troy & Julie started it, but I took it from there. They're who this letter is about, of course. In the name of all-powerful Athiesmo, I am writing a letter to fucking CUPID, because on the holiday dedicated to him, that I made up, he's supposed to get it and come to my aid!

"A couple weeks ago, I was able to talk to them about the possibility of having a child with Troy. I know that I spent 27 years thinking 'Why would I inflict this whole Life Thing this on another human being that I'd supposedly love?' I don't even have pets, because they'd just be another thing to love, lose, and bury. But it's been on my mind a lot more. Hell, my dearest friends have to periodically remind me that I'm not alone in the world. I'd like to think that having a child with Troy would change that. That I'd find these 'maternal instincts' I've always read about, but only ever really caught a glimpse of at Julie's house. Apparently, involves more than applying concealer while repeatedly, drunkenly slurring the words 'everything's fine' at your broken make-up mirror. So, Marion Parker wasn't much of a help there." Troy skipped down a bit. "There's more about her and Wade, then it continues. Cupid, there have been three men in my life whom I would use the word 'good' to describe, and two of them are dead. If there's anyone whose genes stand a chance of mixing with my horrible, piece-of-shit criminal ones and have something good come out of it, it's Troy; to say nothing of a human being worthy of the name and throne of Count Vincenzo Ramon de San Finzione, Forever Does He Fucking Reign in MY Fucking Heart. I've spent months thinking on this now, Cupid. It's Troy or nobody. My vow to never marry another man has always included an 'except for Troy; like that would ever happen, because something would have to go bad with him and Julie and Susan first, and I love them all too much to allow that' clause. And I'm pretty sure that IF I have a chance to get this right, I'm only going to get the one." Troy put the crumpled letter away. "It gets a lot more insulting until you finally say 'fuck this and fuck you' in big letters on the bottom of the back page."

"I wouldn't expect him to answer a letter that rude at all." Helen said with a drag of smoke, walking over to the bed to sit next to Troy. "Hell, I'd expect the person who wrote that letter to have gotten too upset to continue and thrown it in the trash instead of mailing it and might need to have a word with her maid about it in the morning."

"I'm sure she was just following Cupid's orders." Troy said as he stroked Helen's hair. "Acting out of concern for her Contessa." He kissed Helen deeply.

"Speaking of concern, where are Julie, Susan, Colleen... probably a couple more you've met today?"

"Meeting up back at the castle. They've got something planned. As for my instructions from Julie, they are 'This time, I don't want to hear the story later. Tonight's between you and that...' Well, what she usually calls you."

Helen nodded, removing her jacket.

"Yeah, and you know what to call her back."

"Took care of it before I left."

"Good."

"She said that if Maisson's message was right, that this night should be about you, not her. She didn't command me or anything, however I'm supposed to put her out of my mind, too, and she's ok if you want to do that. Just remember to put her back when you're done."

"How could I possibly fucking do that, Troilus?" Helen asked him in Greek while she unbuttoned his shirt. "Making you forget Julie would erase, like, 80% of who you are. We'd have nothing to talk about except money and James Bond all night."

"We could talk about how happy I am to give My First Girlfriend something she wants so badly."

"Or we could stop talking about it, and get on with it, Troy." Helen replied, putting out her cigarette with a grin.

And so they did.