(above – photo of David’s place (our Love nest,) in Middleton Rd, New Market Auckland.)
Decorum and our marriage, prevents me from giving a blow by blow account (haha-
haha!!)of that first night, but we often talk about it and laugh about what was said, not
said, what happened, how it happened – and the remainder of our conversation often
just drifts away into big smiles and an exchange of knowing, tender looks. There is
‘Nothing’ in this world as sexy as being on the receiving end of one of David’s ‘tender’
looks. I always catch my breath and my insides melts, when it happens.
We awoke around 8am the following morning, which was late for me, but Mr
Gorgeous could probably have done with another 24 hours of sleep!~ He dragged
himself up in the bed all bleary-eyed trying to focus on waking up proper, while I lay
on my side, head propped up on one hand, watching him!
For some strange reason I wondered if he remembered my name, don’t know
why the thought crossed my mind – but no sooner had it done, it was coming
out of my mouth, “Bet you don’t remember my name?”
“Course I do,” he mumbled, still trying to stretch his eyes open. “It’s Emmi!”
With that he excused himself and darted through the kitchenette, into the bathroom.
While he was in the bathroom, I got up, dressed, made up the bed, tidied the couch,
the bedside table and the dining table up against the far wall. I looked around the
room: ummm, so this was what a bedsit looked like. Quite nice, I thought!
When he came out of the bathroom, he had washed, dressed and combed his hair.
He spoke very few words for the next hour except for asking me if I wanted coffee,
and breakfast. I could tell that he was not a “Morning person,” as I am. I accepted
coffee and refused breakfast. He ate alone – as I sat at the other end of the table
and watched him. Two coffees before breakfast, 2 coffees after breakfast and at least
once every hour, he would shoot out the back door to smoke a cigarette. I busied
myself by washing up the breakfast things and tidying the kitchenette.
When he had come inside after his 4th ciggy of the morning, he proposed that we go
shopping at ‘277.’ OK!
I asked for a page of writing paper, and sat down to write a shopping list. After
looking at me in a puzzled fashion, he also sat down while I asked what he needed.
He had been used to buying what he needed, when he needed it but, I told him
that this was the way that I “went shopping” and if I was going to shop with anyone.
we had to have a list! I think we bought more flour, a tub of margarine, cheese,
bread loaves, coffee and sugar, packs of soup – oh, and Milk!
We had had Chinese for supper last evening. I didn’t think that we were going to have
much more of that! Way too expensive! Lunch – was another batch of cheese scones, Pea
& Ham soup and an Apple crumble, with a pot of Edmond’s custard, to follow.
After lunch David, not very subtley, had thrown himself onto the bed and watched
me bustling about tidying the lunch things away. I caught his eye as I came from the
kitchenette, and knew that he wanted me again. Very slowly, I began to undress.
Last night had been an urgent frenzy of grasping and gasping! This afternoon was a
more measured, gently-paced pleasing and pleasuring. Afterwards, we lay in the
afterglow of our love-making smilingly tracing each others lips, brows, and cheekbones.
We roused ourslves a little while later, David needed a ciggy and I needed to go home.
He drove me home. Next week will be the final of the Indoor Cricket match. I will be back
next Friday evening on the 5.30pm train.
Friday, I arrived at the platform in Newmarket on the very last train from Papakura.
Five minutes later found me knocking on his bed-sit door just as he was feeding TC the cat.
He was pleased to see me, I could tell. We hugged, he brushed my lips with his as he instructed
me to, “just stand there and close your eyes,” before leaving the room. I closed my eyes . He
was back within seconds and I felt his hands fiddling about behind my neck.
He instructed me to “open your eyes, now.” I opened eyes and found he had put a pendant
with a half-heart around my neck!
Wee…ll, you could have knocked me over with a feather!! I looked at him and asked,
“what does this mean??” I shook my head – as though to clear it; and then he drew
back the collar of his shirt: there was the other half-heart on a pendant around
his neck! I must be honest, I was shocked! He on the other hand looked so pleased,
with himself. I hope I didn’t scare him with my shocked response, but he did not
appear to notice, so I was thankful for that!
I had brought food with me! Flour, sugar, eggs, vegetables, apples, etc ……..
I made dinner while he went to get a bottle of vino for me. We ate, cleaned
up, drank coffee, watched a bit of TV together, then made ready for bed. As
well as a pendant, he had also given me the spare key to his bedsit! I was totally
honoured and I felt a little winded! Wasn’t this moving a bit fast??
Tomorrow night we would be at the Auckland Central indoor sports-centre
playing in the finals of the Indoor Cricket Championships.
Saturday is spent cleaning the bedsit – dusting, hoovering cleaning the
bathroom. The indoor cricket final will take place tonight, so we will eat
light, energy sustaining salad filled rolls, and drink numerous mugs of
steaming hot coffee. (Unfortunately, Davids’ team just lost the match that
night, but he didn’t seem to be concerned about the game – he was like a
love-sick puppy, just wanting to please me. I had never come across such
adoration, before,( and it was a bit scarey!!??. ) I just knew, even at that
early stage, that I was going to fall head over heels in love with those violet
blue eyes and that adoration, (if he didn’t freak-me-out, first??)
The man has a gentle, loving heart.)
ToBeContinued – Emmi