This is a slow, romantic build between two lovers who have found each other.
Character based the story is about people who care and want to give pleasure to each other, in all aspects of their lives. Just like real life, they find that not all runs smoothly as people interfere, but the passion between them doesn't change.
If you like romantic stories please enjoy, and please give feedback, as the ending is not yet written! Just like in real life
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They stood in front of the painting, side by side, staring at the drama depicted on the canvas before them.
"This is my favourite painting." Froo told Misha, "I love the dramatic lighting, and the various expressions on the faces in the group. See how the children are frightened and upset, and yet the main central figure of the man is excited at what he's doing."
"What's the painting called?"
"Experiment on a Bird in an air pump, by Joseph Wright of Derby."
"It's kinda sad; it looks like the bird is going to die."
"Yes, and all the faces in the picture show their reactions to what is happening. Different human reactions to a central focus, varied and real."
Misha looked at her face as she stood admiring the work, it glowing with wonder as she absorbed the magnificence of the painting. In the past couple of hours they had wandered around the Gallery as she explained to him a little information on some of the works, an inner radiance escaping as she discussed with him her thoughts and feelings on certain pieces.
Falling in love with her a little more, he could see another facet of her personality, one that impressed him, one that he knew was a part of her passion, long held inside of her, unable to be shared with anyone.
Taking hold of her hand they walked through the high wide entrance that led to the next room, "You hungry yet?"
"Yes, are you?"
"At my size I'm always hungry. Come on; let's find somewhere to grab something."
Walking out of the main entrance, before them the majesty of Trafalgar Square, with its high column, Nelson perched on top, surrounded by the four black lions and fountains, there they stood zipping up jackets and deciding which way to go in the search of food.
"If we turn left and go to Covent Garden there are some great little places, or to the right and the Haymarket, and at the top Leicester Square and SoHo. Lots there to choose from."
Froo grinned, "You're the one that's starving, you choose."
"Ok, Covent Garden and Pizza, there's a great place not far." and taking her hand in his they started to walk, people swirling around them, even though it was cold, London on a Saturday as usual busy and bustling.
*
Sitting in the Pizza restaurant, the remains of her meal being attacked by Misha as he lifted the last slice up to his mouth, she glanced around the cosy room.
People were talking and eating, enjoying their day out in the Capital City, some people had large shopping bags denoting various shops logos sitting at their feet, some couples with little toddlers' wriggling on their laps, feeding them food, the children happy and content with their parents.
Wistfully she watched as the man in one couple wiped the mouth of a child, whilst his wife sat opposite him, belly large with another growing inside, looking as if she could give birth at any moment.
Misha watched her, watching the couple, a small smile on her lips. He found her so enchanting in so many ways, inviting and roundly sexy, unaffected and natural, interesting and intelligent; she was a gentle and sweet natured person. Unable to understand how her ex husband didn't appreciate her, and treated her so badly; he enjoyed being with her, even the quiet silences between them, like right now, comfortable and companionable.
Startled, he realised that she was so very different from any other woman he had dated or had a relationship with. There was no artifice, no front with Froo. What you saw is what you got. Not classically beautiful like some he had been out with, she had a gentle, clean and natural attractiveness that made him melt each time he looked at her. Very little make up hiding her soft skin, and her eyes, so very green, sparkled, lighting up her face, revealing every emotion as they occurred.
Her ex husbands loss was definitely his gain, and one he intended to expand upon.
*
Froo stood in the middle of the large room that reflected its masculine owner. Big brown leather couches sat opposite each other, a large wooden coffee table covered with car magazines, remote controls, a black iPod, open laptop and various CD's sat between them, whilst an enormous flat screen TV was fixed up on the wall above an expensive stereo system. A battered old guitar leaned up in a corner of the room, and a pair of silver dumbbells lay next to a pile of old newspapers.
After they had eaten Misha explained that they had to go down to Guildford and his apartment as he needed to get some fresh clothes for tonight and the next day. Whilst he was packing in his bedroom, Froo walked around his home, taking in the essence of the man she had become involved with.
On the shelves of a unit she saw a selection of photographs in frames, and wandered over to look at them. The pictures were of Misha and his family, all the men tall and dark haired, big smiles on their faces, a family resemblance to Misha obvious. The woman all beautiful and striking, holding onto their men, arms snaked around waists, or standing holding young children in their arms, big smiles and radiating confidence.
All very happy, all very Californian, all very intimidating to Froo.
"Hey, I see you've found my family."
