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A Spiritual Kind of Love by Shiela Stewart

This story is rated 2 flames. Love scenes are more sensual then graphic.

She didn't know why she was doing this. For Christ sake, kids dressed up for Halloween, not adults. But she'd never been able to say no to her sister, Cara, and best friend. So here she was, dressed like Cinderella, complete with tiara and glass slippers. Hell, if she was going to be forced to dress up for some silly child's holiday, then she was going to do it with class. The only thing missing was her fairy god mother and her coach.
Stepping out of the cab, Anna paid the driver, plus tip, then gathered her skirts and headed to her sister's house.
Cara had just bought the house a few weeks earlier and had insisted on having a house warming party on Halloween. Only her sister would devise such a plan. Anna wondered what Cara would be dressed as tonight and wasn't disappointed when she answered the door. Dressed as Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, complete with bulging cleavage and long dark hair, Anna could only smile. Leave it to Cara to flaunt her assets.
"You made it. Oh and look how lovely you are. Do a spin for me."
With a delicate roll of her brown eyes, Anna did a quick turn for her sister.
"God, you are gorgeous. Bitch!"
Laughing, Anna leaned in to kiss her sisters cheeks. "Hey, you're the one who was blessed with all the boobs. Is that pasted to you or what?"
"Pretty much. Come on, I can't wait for you to meet everyone."
Her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, Anna was tugged along by her sister into a room decorated in cob webs, floating ghosts, ghouls and dim lighting. It was a perfect spooky setting and her sister had gone all out.
"Danya, this is my sister, the one I was telling you about. The Dancer."
The woman that stood to greet her was dressed as a corpse bride. "Pleasure to meet you."
"Ballet, huh? How in Gods name do you stand on your toes for so long?"
Anna smiled. She was always asked that. "Years of practice. I love your costume."
"Thanks, its how I feel most days."
"She's just bitter because her husband dumped her for a twenty year old big busted bimbo. Come on, I want you to meet Stan."
"I told you, Cara, no blind dates."
"He's gay, so stop your worrying. Stanley my dear, I want you to meet my sister the dancer."
"Do you have to announce me that way?"
"I'm proud of you, so yes, I do."
The gentleman that turned around was dressed as a pirate and could have been Johnny Depp's twin. Damn he was gorgeous. Why were all the good looking ones either taken or gay?
"Be still my heart, I think I've just become straight. So you're the famous dancer we've been hearing all about. Can you show me one of your moves?"
"Not in these heels. Another time perhaps."
"Come on, there are more people I want you to meet."
"Help me." Anna pleaded jokingly to Stanley but was tugged away before he could respond.
For the next hour she was introduced to at least a dozen people. When she finally managed to break free of her sister, Anna grabbed a glass of wine and took to the patio for some fresh air.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?"
She turned, a little disappointed that her peace had been disturbed. Until she saw the young man standing to her left. He was dressed in army fatigues, his helmet even looking smashed and bloody and as she glanced down she noticed the uniform he wore looking well worn and torn in some places.
"It sure is. And we should take advantage of it while its here. I heard the weather is calling for snow next week."
"I always like the first snowfall. It's so fresh, so…virginal, untarnished."
She cocked her head to the side. She'd never thought of it that way before. "That's an interesting way of putting it. My name is Anna."
"Roger. Cinderella at the Ball, right?"
She nodded, her lips curving up in a soft smile. "Looking for my prince charming."
"I think I saw him inside, leaning on the fireplace."
She laughed; she too had seen him. "Not so charming, trust me. That is such an authentic uniform. Did you borrow it from someone in the military?"
"No, it's mine. I'm in the army. I was stationed in Afghanistan."
"Really? I commend you. You truly are a brave soul." Though it was dark outside and she couldn't make his face out well, she could tell he had dark eyes and eyebrows and a soft face. "Are you home on leave?"
"In a way. So why Cinderella?"
"I figured if I'm going to dress up, might as well make it good."
"Must have cost a pretty penny?"
She shrugged. "You only live once, right. So how do you know my sister, Cara?"
"Cara's your sister. Wow. Yeah, now I see the resemblance. My brother, Mitchell works with her, and before I joined the Army we hung out a lot."
"How long have you been in the Army?"
"A while."
"And have you been stationed in Afghanistan the whole time?"
"No, my first tour was in Iraq. I'm a border guard."
She leaned her elbow on the wood railing of the patio, fascinated with the conversation. "You are so brave. I know I could never do it."
He shrugged thin shoulders in response. "So what is it you do, Anna?"
"I'm a dancer. Ballet."
"Ballet? How the hell do you manage to stay on your toes for so long?"
She laughed, catching him off guard. "Sorry, people ask me that all the time. It's not so hard when you've been trained to do so."
"Do you love it? Well, that was an utterly stupid statement. Of course you do or you wouldn't be doing it."
"Yes, I love it. I've always wanted to dance, even as a young girl. I begged my mother at three to put me in dance and the first time I put on my tutu, I was sold. I haven't looked back since."
"I can see the joy on your face when you talk about it. Can I see you spin?"
Obliging, she kicked her shoes off and grabbing her skirts, did a quick pirouette.
"Wow, you are graceful. Nice legs by the way."
"Thanks. Comes with the job." The commotion inside caught her attention and she saw with much horror that someone was disrobing. "Do you want to take a walk with me?"
"I would love to." He knelt down, lifting one glass slipper in his hand. "Ma'am."
Giggling, Anna lifted her foot and allowed him to slip the shoe on her foot.
"Perfect fit."
Laughing, she lifted her other foot and slipped into her shoe. "I dreaded coming to this party tonight, now I'm glad I did."
"I'm glad you did too." He held his arm out to her and when she took it, he led her away from the house. "Full moon."
"And a clear sky. Perfect for Halloween."
"This place is incredible. She even has a boat house."
"My sister really went all out with her first home."
He opened the boat house door for her and she stepped into the darkness. "Let's see if we can find some light."
She waited by the door while he moved about in the tiny room and when a lantern flickered on; she let out a breath of relief.
"Much better. Care for a dance?"
She took his hand and was shocked when he spun her into his arms. "Wow, looks like you have some moves yourself."
"I do indeed. I love to dance," he said with a smile and dipped her. His helmet fell to the floor with a clunk and as he lifted her, she saw that his hair was short and dark and coated on the side with blood.
"I must say, you did an incredible job with your costume." He spun her out, then pulled her back into his arms. "And you're making my head spin."
"I was lost, but then there was light and I saw you."
"Ooh and a smooth talker." And he was making her heart beat in a quick jerky rhythm.
"I'd like to kiss you."
"I think I'd like you too." His hands came up to cup her face in his palms, and as he drew her closer, tilting her head to the side, the touch of his lips made her body quiver. He deepened the kiss and she went eagerly into his arms when he drew her closer.
"Oh, you are making my head spin."
"Too fast?"
"Hell no."
When he took her in his arms, capturing her mouth with his, she let herself go. His hand skimmed to the back of her dress to lower the zipper. She felt the material spread as the zipper opened. His mouth left hers only to trail along her neck. He made her shiver and when he slid the dress below her breasts, her body became electric.
"I've never made love to a dancer before."
"We have incredible stamina."
His lips curved up with a sly smile. "Is that so?" He pressed her backwards towards the cushioned bench beneath the window. Drawing her dress down, he let out a low whistle. "Definitely gorgeous legs."
"I can't believe I'm doing this."
"You only live once." He reminded her, then pressed her down onto the bench.
She held her arms out to him, welcoming him to her breast. His mouth was warm as he suckled and when she heard the zipper of his pants lower, she opened even more.
Their eyes met as he entered her and she saw for the first time the sheer beauty of the man. His face was soft and looking so incredibly young. As he pushed himself deeper, she closed her eyes and let out a long, soft, moan.
He moved so languidly inside of her, she thought she might go mad. When his mouth lowered to her breast, she arched to allow him more.
"Dear God, Roger." Her body erupted like a long stilled volcano and when he thrust himself deeper, she felt his release as it cooled her molten fires.
He collapsed on her breast and she smiled. "I don't want to leave, but I'm sure my sister's looking for me."
"I wish we could remain like this forever." He lifted his head and when he kissed her, she felt her heart give.
She stood as he lifted off her, feeling regret at having to stop. She dressed with his help, then took a deep breath before stepping outside. "I could make some sort of excuse and leave early. We could go back to my hotel room."
"I have to leave soon." He explained as he walked her back to the house.
"Oh." She said with disappointment. The silence in the house caught her by surprise and as she walked towards the patio doors, Roger released her hand.
"I'll never forget you, Anna."
Baffled, she cocked her head to the side and when her name was called, she turned to see her sister running towards her, tears streaming down her face. "What's the matter?"
"I've called off the party. Oh it's so tragic."
"What's tragic, Cara? You're worrying me."
"Mitchell just called me. His family just received word. His brother Roger was stationed in Afghanistan. He was killed in a roadside bombing this morning."
"Roger? No, no that can't be, I was just with him."
"No, no, that's impossible, Anna. Roger is dead."
Confused, Anna turned to Roger who stood in the shadows. When he smiled at her, lifting his hand to his lips and blew her a kiss, her heart sank.
You only live once, she heard echo in the night as he disappeared before her. And a single tear slid from her eyes.