Subj: Barnabas & Quentin War Over Julia -- 7
Date: 7/12/00 11:14:03 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Beverly LaCroix
"Goddamn! Can't he get the hint? It's Barnabas again." Quentin said between feathering light kisses on Julia's face.
"I swear if you let him interrupt us I will burn your portrait," Julia said huskily.
"I heard that, Julia." Barnabas said angrily, stalking over to the two lovers.
"Damn, you forgot about his superior hearing, my dear." Quentin said.
"Barnabas, get your hands off me," Quentin yelled, as Barnabas was trying to break the tight embrace he was holding Julia in. It only made him hold her tighter.
"Oh darling, I love it when you touch me there." Julia said, now moaning.
"Touch you where, my sweet. I'm holding you in my arms, not really touching you." Quentin said, as his eyes widened, looking his cousin straight in the eye, "Barnabas, if you touch Julia there one more time, I'll" --
"You'll what, Cousin?" Barnabas said with a mad gleam in his eyes.
It got Barnabas' attention off Julia, and he removed his hand, and Quentin didn't answer Barnabas, he was now kissing Julia deeply.
"Stop it! Stop this now, Julia. If Quentin won't listen, which we both know the womanizer that he is, would kiss a cow in heat. I will appeal to you, Julia. You are level-headed, a modern woman, how can you allow this to go on, and in front of me. I thought you loved me." Barnabas said, almost whining by now.
"Quentin, Julia, maybe you had better take this up to the West Wing before David and Amy come in here." Elizabeth said entering the drawing room.
"Good evening, Elizabeth." Barnabas said kissing her hand.
"Good night, Quentin, Julia." Elizabeth said, as the pair walked past Barnabas never letting go of one another.
"Elizabeth! How could you let them leave like that?"
Barnabas said haughtily, concealing his rage.