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Baby You're All That I Need for song prompt 'Bed of Roses' by Bon Jovi 7/21
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Illya sat on the side of the motel bed, loosened his tie, and unfastened his top shirt button. Then he opened his suitcase and removed a framed photo. Caressing it tenderly, he lightly kissed it and sat it on the table beside the bed.
"Moya lyubov," he murmured. He never thought that he could love a woman as he did Trina. He laughed to himself as he thought of how unlikely a match they were. Trina came from a rather conservative background. Her parents were quite religious and had a deep-seated fear of Communism. When they'd learned that their daughter was dating Illya, they'd strongly disapproved, even going so far as to threaten to disinherit Trina. Thankfully, their stance had softened over time.
It was still early in the evening, and Illya decided to visit the motel bar. Piano music played softly as he entered the smoke-filled, dimly lit room. He found a seat and ordered a shot of vodka. Less than five minutes later, a blonde approached him.
She was tall and slender, with hair that fell nearly to her waist. Despite the fact that she was quite heavily made up, Illya could tell that she was very attractive.
"Why, hello there," she cooed.
Illya nodded his acknowledgement.
"I'm Candy," she told him. "What's your name?"
He told her.
"What an unusual name!" Candy laughed, a high-pitched, tinkling laugh. "I've never known anyone named Illya before."
Illya noticed how lithe and graceful her movements were, how long and shapely her legs were. No leg braces. Instantly his cheeks burned with shame.
"So, would you like to have some fun?" Candy moved her body very close to Illya's, so close that she was practically sitting in his lap. He felt desire flooding through his body.
"Um...Candy..." I'm married, he wanted to tell her, but the words simply wouldn't come out.
Candy leaned in for a kiss, and Illya found that he was unable to pull away. As she nibbled his lower lip, he finally came to his senses.
"Nyet!" He pushed Candy away and hurried to the door, leaving his vodka practically untouched and Candy staring after him, puzzled.
He made his way back to his motel room, desperately wishing he'd never visited the bar. He saw Trina's photo on the table where he'd left it and felt deeply ashamed. He sat on the side of the bed and picked it up.
"I'm so sorry, Trinochka," he whispered as tears fell from his eyes and landed on the glass of the frame.
That night Illya dreamed about roses. Red roses. They were Trina's favorite flower. He decided to buy her a dozen of them when he returned home. Although he realized that she'd never know what had almost happened between himself and Candy that night, he still felt that an apology was in order. He knew that he could trust her completely, that no matter how lonely she got, she'd wait faithfully for him to return to her. Silently he resolved to always remain worthy of that trust himself.
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