I put him down on the coffee table and sat back in the settee pondering whether to let her move in. I'd have no hesitation if I thought it could last, oh how I wished it could last, to hold her sweet body as I slept and wake to her still in my arms.
I looked up as she walked in. she had her tank top and skirt on but was carrying her panties on an outstretched finger.
"Just till we go home," she said.
She came and sat next to me, handing me the panties as she twisted and lay her head on the arm with her body lay in my lap. She drew her legs up, her skirt riding up or rather down on her tights.
"It's so nice to think about my father being cleared but I can't help feel guilty being glad he was murdered," she said with a sigh.
"I know," I replied, shifting my hand to cradle the back of her head. "But, that's natural. I can't help thinking of the money side, there's a couple of million tied up in the accounts."
"And the will," Heather added.
"And the reopening of the inquest, you may have to enter a petition for that."
"And I can't say a word to mother about it," she said giving another sigh.
"That'll only be a day or so; Mike will update your mother on this as soon as he's cleared it with his boss."
"I hope so; it's a big secret to keep," she said turning to me.
"Are you going to write?" I asked my eyes centring on hers.
"I just want to lay here, my minds to full to write."
"You can have another ten minutes, then I'm making more coffee and getting a few ideas down."
"I'll make the coffee," she said stirring.
"No, have your ten minutes, I need to collect my thoughts first."
She chuckled. "My thoughts are on cloud nine."
I looked at her smiling face, her happiness almost a glow shining out.
"I'm happy for you, you've found the 'Door into summer'," I said softly, bringing my free hand to cup her cheek.
She laughed lightly. "'Twas a dark and miserable night, the drizzle had seeped into her clothes depressing her even more." She said, bursting into more laughter.
"She stood before the door, not knowing that inside her mother's boyfriend was feeling horny from the erotic story he was writing," I continued embellishing the story.
"You were kind and caring," she said gazing at me. "Then I found your Lit account and couldn't believe it, I checked when I got home and masturbated to the hotel scene in Ringworld, it was just so tender and beautiful, that's when I fell in love with you."
I felt pleased but disheartened that the rose coloured spectacles she was wearing would come off sooner or later. I wasn't my heroes and true love was a chemical self delusion made possible through our genetic programing.
"I got some nasty comments about the foot fetish in that," I said changing the subject.
"That didn't bother me, but that bit where he was shot, that was a little mean."
"I didn't plan that, that came from the characters."
She shifted, her hand coming up to take mine. "You're going to be my Mr Darcy."
I laughed. "And I'll make you an Aphrodite in search of a human lover."
She reached up and caught my shoulder as she rose, pulling us together for a kiss, her eyes bright as she looked into mine. Her hand slipped from my shoulder to my neck, pulling me tight to crush our lips together.
"I want to make love again," she said softly as she broke the kiss.
My cock stiffened at her words. I couldn't say it but her mother would be expecting me to fuck her later, if she went home in her happy state and my performance drooped shall we say, best not let that happen.
"My tongue is yours," I said poking it out and waggling the tip.
The baby started crying. There was a look of concern as she turned, her legs sliding around as she stood. I leant forward to watch as she knelt next to the carrier her skirt only half covering her ass.
"I'll put the coffee on," I said as my hand slid into my pants to lay my cock flat.
"Okay," she said without turning as she lifted him. "Can you pass the bag first."
I stood and put the bag on the floor next to her as I walked past.
She was sat with George on her knees when I returned with the cups.
"Will you mind him a minute while I go to the toilet?" she asked cheerfully.
"Okay," I said putting down the cups and stepping over to reach down for him.
"No, let him have a wander on the floor," she said putting him down as she stood.
I turned and retrieved my coffee and stepped over to the armchair to keep a better eye on him. It was half three about, another hour or so and we'd be on our way to hers for tea, time enough still to get a page or so done.
Heather breezed back in.
"Do you think we could stop at the cemetery on the way home?" she asked walking over to George.
"Yes if you want."
"Yes, I want to visit his grave, tell him it's all alright now."
"Fine by me," I replied nodding.
She sat holding George on her knee while she rummaged in the bag.
"We can leave ten minutes early," she said pulling out some of his toys.
"An hour from now," I said looking at the time.
"That will do," she said glancing up at the clock herself.
"Well," I said getting up. "I think I'll get a few words down."
She smiled at me, her eyes following me as I walked across. I turned the computer on and sat back my mind already reviewing the path I'd chosen.
I started in with her second PM, it was almost Déjà vu, I had her tell him how his story had made her horny enough to masturbate reading it. Art and life melding together.
I was just at the point of him opening the notification email when Heather spoke.
"It's four thirty," she announced.
I moused the save and swivelled around. She was retrieving the carrier. I turned back around and clicked things closed, waiting the few seconds till the shutdown screen appeared.
She was strapping George in when I stood and walked around. I started packing the bag, putting the toys away. As I did that I mentally went around the house checking for anything else on or open.
I drove through the centre of town and found a parking spot, she leant over and gave me a quick kiss before getting out and hurrying to the gate and taking a quick look back at me before disappearing inside.
I turned the radio on and settled back to wait. I was turned watching the baby when she came back, she was smiling but I could see that her eyes looked like she'd been crying.
