“Look, Edward, it’s not just a question of sex. It’s a matter of dignity in the society where I come from. I do not want to say this again but I am a one man woman and I will die rather than sleeping with any other man than my husband.”
He holds my hand and we sit on the couch placed on the left side of our bed. It is huge.
He gazes into my eyes and asked, “Do you think you have taken the right decision, Amy? Will you be able to live with me and my family?”
“With your support, yes I will, Edward. If you are with me, I can face anything destiny has written for me.”
“After I meet the duke of Mivart, I have to leave for Flemings. There are chances of a battle coming up. And I might not even live…” his hands start sweating and trembling. “It’s not that I am scared of dying but I want to live my life with you. I want to grow old with you!”
The manliness did not allow him to say but I could see the child pleading that he did not want to leave his comfort zone and leave for a danger zone.
I lean over my new husband and try to relieve him from the tension that encompasses him every now and then. My hand behind his head takes him closer to my breasts and places his head on my bosom. He sits there with his eyes closed for a long time. I feel like comforting the 5-year-old Edward I used to see playing with his friends in the village ground. While he rests on my body, I cannot stop myself from thinking about living alone for the next few days. I reassure myself that he will definitely come back. He has to come back. Deep inside I know that I cannot live without him, but I cannot reveal my fears to him. He needs my words, my gestures, and my body to placate him.
When he wakes up from his thoughts, he gets up and takes my hand to take me to the bed. I sit there while he closes all the curtains on the windows and turned on the candles. The room looks mesmerizing. He comes to me and as he leans over me, I have to surrender my body to come underneath him. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tightly.
“Thank you, Amy, for coming in my life.” His chest touches my breasts and rubs my body.
His hand reaches my legs and flips my wedding dress upwards. He takes both my legs to clench me closer and kiss me harder. “Be mine, my love, I do not want to forget you ever.”
I moan into his mouth and my tongue timidly touches his. He gives a little bite on my tongue. “You do not have to answer anything to anyone tomorrow. I can eat you as much as I want.”
His hand caressing my legs come back to my breast again and unhooks the dress from the front. He flips open the cups of my bra and his hand encircles my breast. His hands gently press my breasts one by one and suddenly he squashes them harder.
“Ouch”, I scream.
“I am sorry my love.”
I can feel his erection way above my belly, just near my breasts. He pushes himself inside my abdomen. It feels painfully great. I so want him inside me. I want him so badly. But, I let him do whatever he wants. I was told not to show much excitement on the first time.
“Do you feel good Amy?” he enquires and I nod with my eyes closed.
He comes down and kisses me again, this time even harder.
I grip his arms and feel his muscles. They are a little less hard than his erection. He takes my hips in his hands and clenches me closer. I do not even feel the need to take any kind of initiative. He is so perfect at everything. I lay on the bed on my back, flying half in the air and lying half below my legs in his hands. He kisses me on my belly button and gave me a bite right there to leave a mark. My hip bones start aching in his hands and I shudder a little.
“This is just the beginning baby.” He is so seductive in his words. He takes off my dress and I lay there in my bra and panty in front of my husband. Even being naked did not make me feel ashamed. Only my body felt shy, my soul was already bare in front of him.
He takes off his coat, along with his cravat and throws them on the floor. It takes him longer to unbutton his shirt. I offer my hand to help him and he gives me a wicked smile.
He takes off his shirt and unbuttons his pants. He comes over me in his underwear and his erection feels even harder with just a single piece of clothing. Caressing my legs and my upper body he inserts his hand inside my panty and touches my clitoris.
“Ah,” I groan.
“That’s where I want to be a baby.” and goes down to kiss that small part down there. All the energy of my body is concentrated down there only. He takes off his underwear and I see him really big down there in the candle light. I cannot take my eyes off his erection. This is going to be a weird adventure for me today but I somehow look in his eyes.
His hardness touches my softness and he gradually gets up and then quickly comes down to enter me.
“Aaahhh” I groan very heavily and he places his hand on my mouth to keep me from screaming. I pull my knees up to be a little comfortable and he moves slowly.
“You are completely wet Amy, my darling. I am going to give you a part of me inside you today. Do you want it? Do you want to bear my child?”
“Yes." I groan heavily.
He moves inside and outside slowly at first and then quickly.
“Oh! My! What was that? Did I just come?”
“Yes sweetie, you just came.”
He releases inside me and moan a breath of relief. He is still inside me when he leans over and kisses my forehead.
He comes out of me carefully and lies down on my side.
It has been 5 months since my pregnant body had been waiting for my husband. The letters arrived for the initial few days. But, they also stopped after the third month. I am living alone as well as together with two babies in my world- one inside me and the other on the war zone. The little one inside me is growing bigger day after day to come out and I want his father to take the first look at him and take him in his hands.
But, I have no information about Edward since the last two months. My reassurances have put me into doubt. “Will he come back? Will he hold his baby ever? Will he hold his wife in his arms ever?”
As I paced heavily on the terrace, I hear a lady servant asking me to drink the glass of juice.
“How many times have I told you that I do not want any food?”
“Please have it, Madame. It’s good for the baby.” She pleaded. Obviously, I have become rude to everyone after Edward left. Even his parents are nice to let me behave as I want. They understand my longing for my husband. They are also undergoing almost the same pain as I am experiencing. They are even worried about their grandchild and his future.
I take the glass from the servant and somehow drink it.
As I take the last sip, I hear, “Amy!”
I turn around and see Edward panting heavily as he climbed the terrace to meet me. The servant also smiled widely and steps back immediately.
He comes to me and I cannot hold my glee as I see him. I feel so glad to be in his arms again as he holds me gently and touches my bloated belly. He implants a kiss on my lips and then kneels down to place his ear on my stomach.
“Hi, champion! Your father is here to live with you forever.” I cannot stop blushing and well as weeping. I cannot believe my fortune. My husband is back from his mission and will be here with me forever!
“Come, Amy, Let us go. I have so much to talk to you,” we move to our room as he holds my hand and escorts me.
I have the same chill running down my spine as I had on the day of my wedding!
*****
THE END
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Catharina sighed as she pulled over in the chilly lane to read the map for about the millionth time since she had left the city. Stonewold Hall was proving elusive.
Look, there it was a large as life on the map, but when she tried to find it, no road signs seemed interested in helping her uncover its shadowy hiding place and now a deep mist was setting in.
This was her first foray out of London since coming to England three months ago and her first proper assignment for the property firm she worked for. All she had to do was find this place, liaise with the law firm dealing with the case and appoint a caretaker. Sounded straightforward huh?
But everything about this journey had gone wrong, until here she was, lost, cold, shivering and alone on a windy country path on a wintery afternoon, where the skies had suddenly taken up the urge to stage a mutiny.
Not yet, no, but soon the snow threatened to fall. The leaden grey snow cloud sulked in the sky above like a petulant toddler about to spit its dummy out at any moment.
In fact, the vista from where she was parked would have on any other day been described as picturesque or ideal, but today it was positively hell sent. This might be God’s Own County but right now it seemed more like God Forsaken Country.
The white tops of the hills and the moors around her were bidding their white doom and frosty tentacles down the valley, of what was to come.
Her only hope was flagging down a passerby. At that moment a motorbike buzzed along the passage. She saw him from behind in the mirror. He looked a little stern and focused on the ride and she did not think he noticed her.
“Hey” She shouted out the window of her car, hoping he might stop for a damsel in distress, but he either did not see her or did not care. Either way, he buzzed past quickly leaving her back to square one again.
She picked up the phone and fiddled futilely with it. There was no hope of getting a signal up here, this was one thing she had learned in the twenty four hours that she had been in Yorkshire for.
Although being from New England herself made Catharina more than used to icy cold winters and lots of snow, she still wasn’t quite prepared for it to happen here. She had been led to believe that it rarely snowed in England, by her friends and roommate. But that was in London of course. Here was slightly different.
Catharina hadn’t properly appreciated that the Yorkshire hills were some three hundred plus miles north and a very different proposition indeed to cozy smug London.
Hell it was almost tropical down there in comparison! If she had have known, she wouldn’t have dressed so skimpily – in a large woolen wrap, yes, but no actual coat and the high heel shoes that had seemed such a good idea in London less than a day earlier.
And then it happened. A giant snowy flake landed on the windscreen. Followed by another and then another. Exasperated, she switched on the windscreen wipers to send the flurry of white flying. In doing so her field of vision was temporarily skewed. Then a bright stab of light filled her retinas, stinging them harshly.
Headlamps, another car on the approach was coming towards her. Even though it was not dark and he must have clearly seen her, still he advanced.
Unable to do anything – she couldn’t even find the horn in this stupid English car in time – she merely opened and closed her mouth in horror. What was this guy trying to do – kill her?
In a panic she attempted to start the engine, but unfortunately attempted was the operative word. The stupid Goddamn thing would not play ball. Ahead of her, wheels screeched directly. She was done. She was toast.
“Stop!” she screamed. Ironically just as the words were past her lips the geriatric car spluttered into life. But it was all too late. There was nowhere she could go. In horror Catharina’s mouth opened and closed and then opened again.
She screamed, again, but no sound came out.
Woosh! Everything jolted – and then went very silent.
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
It was warm and soft inside the velvet lined sheeting. Blissfully quiet in the perfumed June night air. Birdsong had tweeted its goodbyes and heralded the onset of night with the odd shiver and a procession of deliciously pink clouds that made Catharina think of cotton candy and marshmallows.
Here she was, safe and warm tucked up in her father’s summer house bedstead, the same one that she had played in as a child, but now she was at play of a very different nature. His silky smooth hands caressed her skin gently and softly. That feeling, that warm glow of complete and utter peace. Total safety but also a tantalizing hint of danger.
If it could come on prescription it would be the most priceless drug in the world. But it didn’t and she was completely intoxicated with it. Unable to function without it but also completely incapable of knowing where the on/off switch was either.
She turned toward him and kissed him deeply. Matt was a good kisser and reciprocated immediately with the longest, most lush kiss in history up until that point in time.
Quite how she had managed to get past her over protective dad and even smuggle Matt into the building was itself a work of unparalleled deviant genius that would probably set her in good stead for if she ever joined the FBI.
He stroked her long flowing chocolate brown hair lovingly and breathed “I love you”.
She was about to turn and kiss him again when suddenly a noise, like a motorbike revving in the distance, made her stir and reminded her that she very urgently needed to wake up.
The hand protectively stroked her dark tresses down.
“No my love just sleep for now” Said a voice, kind of gruffly but gently.
She tried like crazy to open her eyes and see what was going on around her but it was as if she was underwater swimming and simply could not prize her eyelids apart.
“Matt is that you?” She murmured.
The hand stopped briefly on her shoulder. Suddenly she was unsure of who it belonged to.
“Matt”?
Matt was the man – or boy really – who had broken her heart and ultimately made her embark on this God forsaken journey.
Well, okay, maybe she could not blame him for being run off the road in the snow, but if it wasn’t for him and his fey, fickle heart, she would have never come to England, much less Yorkshire in the first place.
They had been together – in an ‘on/off’ capacity – forever. Matt said it was an open relationship – although not surprisingly he had never voiced that particular opinion in front of her father. Her friends reckoned he wanted to have his cake and eat it and after nine long years, in which any ring or even vague declaration of intent was not forthcoming, Catharina finally surprised everyone including mostly, herself, by walking away, in no uncertain terms.
All the same, right now she wished that she could say that she would not have been happy to see him again.
A face came suddenly into view, hazily, even though it was hovering only half an inch or so from her nose. For one split second, it was Matt, with his ice blond hair falling floppily over his bright blue eyes. And in that moment Catharina’s poor bruised heart took another almighty sucker punch.
But then there came another huge jolt and Matt vanished – if he had ever really been there in the first place – and she was left alone again. How like him, she thought, before everything faded gradually in front of her eyes and another light flared again in his place.
Then there they were. The eyes. A deep, dark chocolatey kind of intense brown. Staring at her intently and unblinkingly.
Catharina closed her eyes and opened them again. They were gone and she was indeed alone. But something else was definitely not right. A thick white covering seemed to completely engulf the windscreen. It was then that she realized that she was upside down.
In an instant she remembered everything, the snow, the appointment, and the road hog who had driven her off the road and seemingly catapulted her upside down and into a ditch. She strained to look around. It was snowing fast and she was as stuck as a rat down a drain.
Although not being the praying type of girl, at that moment Catharina was not just willing to believe, but found herself praying hard to the pope, father Christmas and the chief rabbi all in one go. Despite being neither Catholic, Jewish or overly keen on Christmas.
Then there they were again, those eyes, calling at her, locking on like headlamps. Brooding and mysterious but with a hint of darkness and something else, imploring her, leading her into them.
A huge creaking sound broke from somewhere beneath or behind her. She was going up, being lifted. What in the name of God was happening to her now?
Catharina hardly dared so much as breathe as her car was being lifted high out of the ditch. She had literally no idea what was happening to her at all. Perhaps she was actually falling. That could be it. Oh Jesus, just look at the steep edge of that hillside. That must be it. She was tumbling to her death.
Well, that was it then, she thought, suddenly feeling strangely calm. Knowing you were about to be crushed any second was actually less scary than it was cracked up to be, who knew?
And he was there, holding her hand after all, firmly and surely with a vice like grip and much larger, rougher hands than she had remembered.
She turned round to face him, expecting Matt with his teasing eyes and sly smile, the warm glow of sex emanating from his skin, the sweet scent of his hair flowing down. She had used to tease him about borrowing her hair products.
“It’s alright now you’re going to be alright love” Said a low voice that definitely did not belong to Matt - nor indeed of a man who used his girlfriend's hair balm.
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