The Rustle of the Sheets . . .
Essay #161

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"It's The Time of the Season for Love"
The sun-burnt episode

By Tracee

It's the time of the season, when love runs high
In this time, give it to me easy ...
and let me try, with pleasured hands ...
To take you in the sun, to promised land ...
to show you everyone

It's the time of the season, for love ...

It's that time of the season for the love to run high between our favorite honeymooners I see. And boy was it running high between them on Wednesday's episode. Everyone failed to inform me that Michelle's burned skin, represented the return of sexual tension between our fun n' sun pair.

Like the forbidden fruit that she was, because of the pain she was enduring and the aloe on her skin, it seems young Mr. Santos was having a very hard time reconciling the fact that he couldn't kiss his favorite spot on her shoulder, because of his handiwork, and at several points made a motion to do just that, only to recall that sliming himself, and hurting his wife, shouldn't be among his priorities, so he replaced his technique with a new one, the shoulder blow. Just purse your lips together and blow.

And poor Paul Anthony Stewart, the man looked so lost, not knowing what to do with his hands or his lips, since he couldn't feast on Joie Lenz. I almost felt sorry enough, for him, to want to give him some comfort, or maybe I just wanted to give him comfort, period. Who knows, really ... but I was very entertained by his attempts to recover from his natural instinct to touch his co-star, as he's apt to do quite frequently in their scenes.

Let's see there was the aforementioned blowing on her skin, as a way to replace kissing her shoulder, when he mistakenly dropped his head. There was the strange head bob, upwards, after slowly peeling back the strap of her dress, and his lips falling to kiss it and make it all better, only stopping, about a � of an inch from her shoulder, when he once again realized he shouldn't be touching her, as Danny. Then there was the hands off, hands up movement, when he went to place his hands on her shoulders, as they spoke to Geeky Bank Boy, where his hands froze in place above her shoulders, and he looked at both of them and kinda waved them around the air, before dropping them to his side. The poor dear, was positively lost, not being able to touch skin... What a relief to see him finally give in to his baser instincts, during the final scene, after trying to once again, work his way out of accidentally touching her, to see him just envelop her and chomp his way down her shoulder.

And the crowd sighed with relief, and lit a cigarette, for good measure.

Which isn't to say, he didn't find a way to touch her before that, and mis amigas, I need to take a moment and recover, before I describe my reaction to this particular action.....................

Okay, I'm back. Tongue. Lick. Ear. Bite. Tongue, lick, ear, bite. Tongue, ear, lick, bite. Tongue, ear, lick, bite. Tongue, ear, lick, bite.

Die. Earlobe. Come back as. Die, earlobe, come back as. Die, earlobe, comeback as. Die, earlobe, comeback as. Die, earlobe, comeback as.

I'll settle for a finger on the earlobe, honestly. Of course, I'm now thinking of the fact that "orgasm" in French, actually means little death and wondering if there's some correlation with the above stated "die" references. Hmmm ...

His tongue was licking her ear, *licking* ... he actually stuck it out for that particular purpose before biting it between his teeth, and this time even Joie Lenz seemed to flinch ever so slightly, with a smile. EGADS! Don't even begin to tell me the director is directing these actions "yeah, Paul, could you, you know, just roll your tongue around her earlobe, before taking it between your teeth and giving it a little squeeze, thanks, bud." NOT!

I'm pretty sure at some point, they had dialogue, that I'm having a hard time remembering. Oh wait, yes, "your husband is always right." does Michelle's snorted reaction count as dialogue? Without saying a word, she managed to convey the fact that her dear, sweet husband was so sweet to be so delusional, that she didn't want to ruin his fantasies.

Do Danny's murmurings count as dialogue either? Watching him yesterday gave me a glimpse of Danny the father, which is kinda yucky when I say that outloud, but honestly, his "see, see, see, see's" and "oh, oh, oh, oh's" and "sorry" had that paternal quality about them, that lullaby voice meant to soothe someone. And it was a magnificent view. Danny does true tenderness almost as well as he does passion.

Just a few leftover meandering thoughts ...

I wonder what amazed Danny so much about Michelle's description of the beach, since he couldn't stop smiling. I mean yeah, it was nice and all, but you'd think she was talking about everything she was going to do to him when she recovered, from his reaction.

I find it very endearing that Lenz/Stewart tend to pick up on each other's lines, or reactions. He did it with the babe thing the other day (and also whispering that "didn't want to be disturbed" line, a Joie Lenz reaction if ever I've heard one) and she did it on Wednesday with "not at all" a few seconds after Stewart had said the same thing (I noticed this because her "not at all" didn't make sense in context with Geeky Bank Boy's line of thanks for the chocolates ... not at all what?).

And you didn't lock the door, four days ago after Prince Edmund's arrival, because ...?

Okay I admit it, now that I've seen it happen, I hope any other massages, rub downs or anything of the sort, never include any kind of oils, again. Food you can eat, fine ... but anything else. Ick. Both of them seemed like they couldn't get the stuff off their hands (and wasn't the "shhh" which I'm sure was ad-libbed, in response to "be careful, that's too much," it was too much). Blech. And it's highly preventive of amourous intentions.

Have I mentioned lately I like the aggressive factor in Michelle's more recent kisses? Carpe diem, girlfriend!

Nancy Drew and The Hard Boy, should have been more attuned to Geeky Bank Boy's reaction to the chocolate, especially The Hard Boy. I mean the man looked like Pilargh, for cripes sake with that snarly pout, over one lost chocolate. Grab a grip, and hold on tight, Banker Boy. Though I was very impressed by the on the spot turbulence excuse.

Okay Mr. Stewart, please work with Ms. Lenz, next time she makes a joke, even if you don't find it funny, she didn't write the script. See, the "no bride wants to upset their mother in law" line was supposed to be funny in an ironic sorta way, a little ribbing. She didn't suddenly grow horns out of her head, from the look on your face, I might have thought she did.

Not that I'm complaining about the look of the wardrobe, but I'm still somewhat well ... confused. I think the shirt should have been buttoned, or totally unbuttoned, what was the one button concept about? What were they trying to achieve, adding weight, or what?

The flowers were ugly, no matter what Michelle said. I'm sorry, they were.

When the guy shoved the glass in Stewart's hand, I swear he had the funniest "and you're giving this to me because ..." look on his face.

Oh and Mr. Stewart, neck here, not down there, no tan painted down there. Up, Mr. Stewart, up ... and I don't mean any other place, but your hand!

Of which you have a lovely "magic" set, and the feet ain't so bad either!

Tracee-- would like you all to know that "Time of the Season" is one of my all time favorite songs, and when Manny starts invading my all time faves list of songs, and I can't think of anyone but them, when hearing said songs, then we all know I'm in trouble!