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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Misha sat in the bed, waiting for Froo to come out of the bathroom, where she had been for the past twenty minutes. He had enjoyed the evening meeting her friends, but had sensed that she was slightly on edge the whole evening, and he wanted to know why.
Eventually he heard the bathroom door open and looked up just as she stepped in through the bedroom door, her hand reaching up to turn off the light.
In the semi darkness he watched as she removed her dressing gown and saw that she had on a long white cotton nightdress.
Misha's right eyebrow rose up high on his forehead, and a crooked smile broke out on his face. "If you think that is going to turn me off Froo, you don't understand the eroticism of concealment to a man!"
Kneeling on the edge of the bed, about to climb in, she stopped and looked at him sitting there, the white duvet covering his lap, his torso rising up from the bed, his arms resting on his bent knees. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that we are going to talk about whatever is upsetting you. Something spooked you tonight, and I would like to know what before I peel that thing you have on, off you, and have my wicked way with you."
Climbing in and laying down on her back, her face staring up into the dark gloom, "I'm not upset."
"Oh yes you are, and we do not go to sleep until we sort it out. I am a great believer that problems need to be solved, and you have a problem with something, and I want to know what it is."
Froo lay there in silence for five minutes, Misha just sitting there waiting, quiet and patient.
"When I was with Gary, we got invited everywhere, when I was without a partner they didn't want to know me, now you came along and suddenly I'm invited and your flavour of the month."
"Oh so that's what it is. A little bit of resentment bubbling up."
"I'm not resentful, just pissed off."
"Same thing babe. Look I know it must have been hard for you this last year. Lonely and feeling let down by those you thought were your friends, but people are people. The wives may have been a little scared of a single woman if their own marriages are a bit rocky and most people like things tied up in nice easy parcels of two."
