| Subject: The Ubiquitous Mr.Lovegrove Epilogue5 |
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Date Posted: 04:58:38 08/07/01 Tue
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's message, "The Ubiquitous Mr.Lovegrove" on 04:19:39 08/06/01 Mon
Tangled amidst the mass of her hair, my fingers gently slide against the silky gold strands. My lips and tongue relish the firmness of our embrace, sensing the passion wrought with both anger and love. Intense emotions that I no longer intend to keep sequestered and am now more willing to explore. As long as she’ll have me.
But the moment is interrupted. Pain shoots up my hip as I accidentally butt it against the steering wheel. Merde. The compact nature of this rental car is not ideal in this situation. With resignation I sink back into the seat, rubbing the soreness. Next to me, Nikita combs her fingers through her mussed hair, ripping through the tangles, while gently biting her lip. With the moment gone, my voice carries an air of disappointment, as I reach for the key, turning the engine over.
“It shouldn’t be too far now. This mailbox is labeled 15485. Ours is 14725. It should be on the right. “
My goal had been to just get Nikita there. To have her see the house. Have her fall in love with it. But I fear her mind is already made up. That she’s already decided that she cannot like it because I’m such a controlling bastard. Withholding vital information in regards to the job, the house, the baby--I have managed to put myself in a very undesirable position. She is right. I do hold all the cards.
It’s not that I don’t trust her. I’ve trusted her with more of myself than I’ve ever let another person see. In terms of the house, I just wanted it to be a done deal. Quick and painless. I purposely chose a home that will provide us with both privacy and security. In choosing a house, Nikita would have followed her heart. I know she’d choose one based more on sentimental value and gut instinct. We need one chosen with our specific requirements in mind. And this house qualifies.
Nikita examines each house number as I continue to drive at a slow speed. The numbers do not run sequentially, but instead decrease randomly. An impatient driver behind us crosses the yellow line, speeding past us when given the chance.
Soon, I recognize the house in the distance before the number is visible to Nikita. It looks just like the photo, except the trees that line the driveway stand barren, with autumn having swept their leaves away. A solid stone structure situated on 3.5 acres. The land has few obstructions other than some small shrubs, a few young trees, and a single line of more established trees alongside the driveway, making surveillance of the grounds easier. And with 4 bedrooms, a study for me, a workshop for her, and even central vacuum, how could she not like it? Or so I try to convince myself.
Nikita’s eyes widen as I turn into the long driveway that runs alongside the house. I’m certain that she is evaluating every detail of the property, deciding quickly the things she likes as well as tallying the number of reasons to hate it. I can only hope it will pass her inspection criteria.
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Reaching the front door, I contemplate whether to carry out the purely American tradition and whether she’d permit it.
“Shall I carry you over the threshold?”
“If I wasn’t so pregnant, I might say yes. But there’s no sense in throwing out your back trying to lift my fat ass.” Nikita waves off my attempt.
Teasingly, I eye her bottom. “It looks fine to me. I’m rather fond of it.”
“You know what I mean.” Her tone is that of a mother scolding a naughty child, but her smile, full with amusement.
“When you said that you had rented a home, I envisioned something smaller, say like a condo or perhaps a small house or townhome. I didn’t think you could rent something like this.”
“You can rent anything for a price. The owner would really like to sell it, but my offer persuaded him to reconsider.” I answer, taking Nikita’s statement as a good sign.
Gripping the door handle, I find the door unlocked. It appears that the realtor did keep her promise of having it unlocked by the time of our arrival. Taking a step inside, I detach the keys that are taped to the back of the door and deposit them into my front pocket.
Nikita cautiously steps inside behind me; her eyes wide like a curious kitten. Sensing her movement toward the main staircase, I take her hand leading her away, keeping the second floor for later.
Arriving in the kitchen, complete with center-island. Nikita immediately runs her hand across the Corian countertop.
“Wow, this stuff is top of the line. Too bad I’m not much of a cook,” Nikita muses with a bit of sarcasm.
“I could always help you to improve your skills.” As my fingers seductively trace the back of her hand, I detect her cheeks becoming slightly flushed, certain that she has caught my second meaning.
“I think our practice in that area has already been fruitful.” Nikita responds, rubbing her firm roundness. Soon her rubbing turns to scratching, for the stretching of her skin with the baby’s growth continues to cause Nikita to itch from time to time.
“I need to put more of that lotion on my skin. But I think I’m already doomed to have stretch marks. I’m just not vigilant enough with that stuff.”
However, her scratching slowly subsides as she exits the kitchen and moves toward the empty dining room area.
“The next step is to pick out furnishings for the house to really make it a home. My intention is to leave that to your capable hands.” My voice echoes against the bare walls. “You’ve seen my place before—you know that’s not my area of expertise.” I await her response. As long as I have my study, my own little domain, Nikita can have free reign over the rest, I tell myself. Her tastes have improved much from those early days when she first decorated her apartment with sunglasses and twisted wire.
Nikita begins to nod her head in response, but her attention is pulled away from my statement as she moves in the direction of the family room where my final surprise awaits her.
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I'd like to wish sk a very happy birthday! I hope this chapter is the treat you had in mind. *g*
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