The story is about a group of people, an actual place, and a dream. While having a none too subtle dig at society in general. This is a work of pure fiction. None of the characters are real people, nor do they represent real people. It is a slow burn, a lot of romance and some gratuitous sex for those who need to get off on it. It is based in Australia so I have used local language. There is some Italian and French conversations, so if you want to really become attached to the characters I strongly recommend you use a google translator. It will help with the flow of the conversations. As I use the Queen's English, I will apologise in advance to my American friends for the correct spelling of some words.
Some of the place names are correct.
There is no underage sex involved.
***It has been pointed out to me, on numerous occasions that the inclusion of French or another language, is somewhat distracting from the flow of the conversation. I have left them in the story, as I want you, the reader, to engage with each of the different characters, form a bond with them. [But I have now included the English text to help those who need it.] So please, use a French to English translator [I use Google] it adds to the story.***
Chapter 19 -- Love hurts.
The weekend flew past and come Monday morning, while Kathleen and Michelle were sleeping the sleep of the well sated.
Louise was back at number 7, tired, exhausted and with a smile on her face that told everyone she had a wonderful weekend.
Mia was checking the building schedule and was happy they were on target to get the building work done on time. She had some definite ideas she wanted to run past Erica re the tunnel and the extra 'store-room'. The area behind the red brick wall it was decided would become a 'private lounge' area. Somewhere the more well-known members could go and not be disturbed. She and Emily had talked about the extra store-room, all weekend, in between getting out of bed, going to the loo, getting back into bed, sleeping, making love, eating, shopping, making more love.
The week went smoothly, the grand staircase was put in leading up to the newly completed sun deck and bar and down into what will be known as the Mary Ambrose room, where the paintings will be displayed along with the many love letters, all beautifully framed.
All week Mia had tried to get Erica and Emily, to sit down and work out how the two store-rooms would be decorated. For whatever reason getting them in the same place at the same time didn't happen. Her frustration grew. What didn't help, was that the timing of their work schedule also kept them apart.
At the weekend, on Saturday morning, they were lying in bed, just snuggling. Mia wanted Em to work on some ideas to make the first store-room as luxurious as possible. She explained to her what was in her mind and imagination. Love seats, hidden little areas, subtle lighting. Emily was laying in her lovers arms as she explained how she saw it in her mind. Emily rolled over onto her elbow and put her hand under her chin, kissed Mia on the nose, and got out of bed.
"What?" Mia asked, "Where are you going?"
Emily turned to her and reminded her of their agreement, "as soon as one of us starts talking shop, at home, the other one would walk away. Remember. Besides, I work for Erica on this project, as you keep reminding me." She laughed at Mia and dived back onto the bed, landing next to her, crawled up onto her, held her tightly and used the covers so she couldn't move, she had her pinned down under the covers and kissed her. Looked into her eyes, kissed her again and told her. "I love you so much Mia, that it hurts me sometimes." She laid her head under her chin.
Mia blew the hair away from her mouth, and some of it started to twitch her nose, "Em baby, move a bit, your hair hon, it's in my mouth and nose babe."
Emily, just laid there. "Nope not until."
"Until what?" Mia asked, knowing exactly what she wanted. "Hell freezing over or something?" She continued and laughed.
"Nope, you know what to say. And I'm not going to move until you do, I'm still waiting." She laid there not moving except to move her head sideways under her chin. Making sure it tickled Mia's nose.
"Em, stop it sweetie, aaawwww come on babe, move, please." She was almost pleading now.
"OK, PRETTY PLEASE move."
"Nope that's not it either." She replied. All the while smiling to herself.
"Do you want to have some hot fucking later on?" Mia was pulling out all stops.
"OH of course I do, and we will. But that's not the magic word either. So stop trying to bribe me." She carried on. Wiggling her body into Mia until she settled onto her tummy and putting pressure on her bladder.
"Emily, this isn't funny honey, I need to pee shortly." She told her lover.
"Oh look, you're a poet and didn't know it." She said in reply, laughing at her own joke. "Well Mia Francesco De Lombardo, if you don't want to pee in our bed, you better come up with those magic words."
"OK OK I love you too. Now can I get up and have a pee?" she said with a sigh.
"Nope, not anywhere near good enough missy." Emily told her.
"Emily." Mia said in a caring voice, "Emily," She stopped, then after catching her breathe, "Emily Kathleen Ambrose, I love you like there is no tomorrow, you are the air that I need, you are my reason for waking up every morning, I love you with every ounce of my soul, with every breath I take, without you there is no living, no tomorrow. Without you I am nothing."
"AAAAWWWW you say the nicest things to me." She still didn't move.
Mia blew her hair away from her nose and mouth then said. "Can I get up now?"
"Nope, you didn't sound like you meant it." She said laughing, then jumping off the bed and running out of her bedroom.
Mia heard Miriam tell her daughter for the thousandth time that week, "Put some clothes on Emily, please." Mia put on a dressing gown, fastened it, making sure it was secure, and ventured out of their room down to the bathroom. Emily was already in the shower and fortunately hadn't locked the door.
Mia relieved herself while Emily was humming away to herself under the shower. She was half tempted to sneakily turn the hot water off while Em's back was turned. But thought better of it. She pulled the shower curtain back, looked at her sweet lover, smiled and started to sing to her.
Oh, my love
My darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time