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Dreams (Reprise)

If you have been following this series regularly, you know Eliza has been having a time of it– especially after last week! This week, she is on a hiatus, and I found an old Wicked Wednesday that also had a dreams theme!

Eliza sat at the bar, her legs crossed as she nursed her drink. Josephine, the bartender smiled at her intermittently. The sparkle of her own diamond engagement ring made Eliza blink so fast, an eyelash slipped into her eye. She blinked until the lash did not irritate her anymore, and took a sip of her cocktail. When the man walked toward her, she knew him and did not know him at the same time. She studied Oscar as he approached. 

“Waiting for your fiancé again?” he asked, sitting next to her so that her thigh pressed against his. 

Eliza saw Josephine look at them out of the corner of her eye, but Eliza was not able to restrain herself from pressing closer to Oscar. Not able to resist her making thigh press even more to his.

She nodded in response to his question.

Oscar put his hand on her thigh, and Eliza saw Josephine actually lean over the bar to look to see where his hand fell on her thigh.

“You going to leave with me again?” he asked. 

Eliza put her hand over his on her thigh.

“You wanted me here Eliza, you wanted me and now I am here…”

She nodded, and got up with him.

“Do you have a room here?” she asked quietly.

Oscar was quiet, and in her heart of hearts, Eliza had to admit that she liked him best like this. Rougher, and taking charge of everything. Taking charge of her. He took her hand, and they walked out of the bar urgently.

“I do not have a room here, but I cannot wait anymore…” Oscar said, his hand on her hip. 

They walked to a door marked “Staircase B.” And like on the staircase in the gallery at Fiona’s opening in Shanghai, Oscar kissed her. He pressed her to the wall, and it felt like a fever spread between her legs. Eliza was smoldering. When their lips parted, her mouth was still open as she panted.

“You want more?” he teased before he kissed her again, and held her face in both of his hands. He bathed her face with warm kisses, it felt like he was kissing her between her legs.

She had memorized his touch. Just as she was about to come, she was startled.

“Liza?”

Eliza’s eyes were slit, and heavy with sleep.

“Mmmmm…”

“You were moaning loudly in your sleep Liza baby, you were having a bad dream…”

She closed her eyes, heavy with sleep and deception. 

Rafe kissed her shoulder, and she curled up against him. He took her hand with her ring on it, that felt like lead on her finger. She felt the weight of it, even when she was not thinking about it. 

And she liked it, what the ring signified. When Rafe proposed to her again, she did not hesitate not to say yes. Yes to him, yes to wearing her ring. Her finger literally had felt naked without it. She said yes, and  Josephine had given them celebratory flutes of champagne with strawberries.

Her dream did not make sense, it did not make sense that she would imagine herself meeting Oscar all over again. But this time knowing him. Knowing they were going to go off together. Knowing they were going to make love again…

Until Rafe woke her up, thinking she was moaning over a bad dream.

He did not know…
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Worst Fears

Just when Eliza thought her fears were alleviated, the phone calls from Ingrid began. She did not tell Rafe about them at first because she would take her pills, and not think about any of it. To some degree, she feared it was her fault that Ingrid was so mad. How did it look? She had befriended her, then took her ex-fiancé back and married him?

So she just ignored the calls. She ignored them anyhow because she did not want to talk to Ingrid, but then the messages began.

“You bitch, karma is a bitch too! I don’t have to do anything to you! Karma will! Name your firstborn that!”

Eliza would come into the apartment and see things moved from the way that she had left them. At first, she thought she was disoriented, then after the fact she realized she was not. Then the letters started. First sent to her, ransom style with the letters cut out of a magazine which was frightening.

“Mrs. Hughes,”

You are just a liability. Rafe feels sorry for you, he told me so you stupid cow! What can you do for him? Do you look in the mirror? You are not half the woman that you were, that I saw from pictures around the house. I am not saying that he should be with me…but you should let him be with someone worthy of him...

That was worse than any of the other things that Ingrid had done—she had tapped into Eliza’s fears that she was on a downward slide. She knew that Rafe could not keep his hands off of her, but at the same time she knew that she was not the woman that he had first gotten involved with. She was not who she imagined she would be at this stage. Still on hiatus from work, she was not ready to go back at all. Her PTSD was overwhelming, so she had called Adrien because he was part of the drama she had faced with cars. She never wanted to leave the house unless it was really close and even then, she was afraid.

Rafe knew this, and told her he was fine to take care of her. They certainly had the money, she had her own too from when she did work. But now, she just needed time.

“Have you been to see anyone?” Adrien had asked her. “I started seeing someone when I moved to New York. I got a prescription for anti-anxiety meds which had helped a lot.”

Eliza had been using her pain meds for her body for her mind, maybe she should see someone…

She was about to pick up her phone, when Ingrid appeared around the corner.

“Hi Eliza,” she said with a smile that did not match the rest of her face.

Eliza flushed with the scalding heat of fear.

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Contemplation

“He went to go see her, because it is the right thing to do,” Eliza said flatly, as she sipped her wine.

Jeanne was equally astonished, that Ingrid wanted to see Rafe. It was true they had gotten married while Ingrid was at a conference, and they had not really interacted aside from him moving his stuff out but … it was still hard for her to have him go over there. With his ex-fiancee. They had been with each other exclusively since they had gotten married—they had been monogamous. Eliza never thought that they were going to be monogamous again, except for the perceived monogamy that she thought they had had in the beginning of their relationship. She had not even really seen Oscar, and he was a permanent in her life since they had met…

She and Rafe had only been together, and she was psyched that they had been that way. Now she wanted him all to herself, she did not want to share him but it was taboo to discuss in a way now. She wanted to marry him, so she had married him and she was going to take him however he was because she knew now she did not want to live without him.

Before Rafe left their apartment, he looked in her eyes.

“I will not go if you do not want me to…” he repeated.

She nodded, touching his lips.

“No, you were going to marry her. She deserves this much from you, for you to end things with her in a civilized manner. I get it babe,” she replaced her fingers with her lips, and he kissed her hard in return. The feeling of his body against hers soothed her. She knew every bit of him so well, the way he felt when she touched him anywhere.

“I married you, I love you,” he said, and she held him a little longer than needed in her arms.

“Are you okay? Jeanne asked, and Eliza smiled at her sister.

She was not okay, but she would pretend she was as she remembered she was sitting in the cafe.

When she saw Rafe walk into the bar, she almost wanted to cry. She was so happy to see him, and to not have to wonder when he was going to come home. He sat next to her, and they entertained Jeanne until she was ready to go home. Rafe took her hand in his later, as they walked down the street to their apartment. She did not ask him a word of what happened.

He was going home with her.

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Love Lock

Eliza smiled at a picture of herself that was on Rafe’s desk in their home office. He had had a camera, and mused if she would take an erotic picture for him what would she look like, when they first started dating. She was a little shy still, they had made love by that point but she still wanted everything to be private and just between them.

That was when she noticed he was getting hard, and she was not doing anything sexual. She was in a vintage floral dress he had seen a thousand times before, sitting in the grass with its wide skirt spread out and looking up at him as he stood poised with the camera.

She realized she did not have to do much to seduce him, she had so much power already. Her smile was Mona Lisaesque, she learned a lot in that moment about herself and him. She rolled onto her back, and smiled up at him. The picture in the frame was a crop of that image, with her eyes wide and knowing.

Her eyes darted to Rafe’s as she came back to the present, and he looked at her. His smile was soft, but troubled.

“Ingrid wants to meet for dinner,” he started.

Ingrid.

Eliza had pretended that Ingrid did not bother her when she was engaged to Rafe for that very brief period when they had broken up. She had pretended enough that she made herself believe it. But now she did not want anything with Ingrid. No pretending, nothing at all.

“Did she want to come to the house?”

Rafe frowned.

“She wants dinner just the two of us, and I told her that I had to ask you. I will not go if you do not want me to.”

“You have to go whether I want it or not, she was a part of your life. You were going to marry her.”

The words came out of her her mouth, and she wanted to mean them. She really did want to mean them. She had had a picture of Rafe at her job, where she did not want people gawking. It just showed the love lock that they left on a not so infamous as the bridge in Paris, but on a bridge nonetheless that had their initials together ER—no plus:

They were one.

That picture was in their hallway now, along with many pictures of the two of them over time…

Was their love locked? She had to let him go with Ingrid if she wanted it to be…

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Tell Me…

The moment she picked Rafe up from the airport, the moment their eyes met…Eliza felt happy. Her hiatus from work, allowed her to do that–something as simple as picking her husband up at the airport. Sometimes she wished she was ready to go back to work, but she was not. When she was working, she was always rushing. Not working, she had time to reconnect with Rafe. Had time to get close to him and get actually get married, as opposed to the long engagement they had had.

Being married was the best thing she had ever done.

When they were finally in bed–she had lingered for a long time before. She drove Rafe home, and served the dinner she had made for him. Drinks were sipped, while she massaged and pampered him. By the time they got to bed. she knew she could touch him anywhere, and he would be ready.

He would be set off like a firecracker.

Instead she asked him how could she make him feel good? What could she do to make him feel good? Rafe looked at her helplessly.

“I want you to tell me how to make you feel good…” she purred straddling his torso, and she felt him pump his hips like she was sitting on his dick. “Tell me…” she purred more, and rubbed her naked, wet lips–upstairs and downstairs–against him. He groaned under her wetness.

“Here,” he grabbed her hand, kissed it and then pressed it to his nipple. Yes, she knew if she played with his nipples enough she could make him come. Firmly riding his chest, she pulled at them, and moved down his body so she could kiss them but he came before she could. The feeling of his come on her skin was what she needed to explode. Dual explosions within the same region.

She was so glad her husband was home…

This week I was a bit daunted by the Wicked Wednesday prompt–what was I going to see online? Luckily I saw this amazing article by Lilith Bealove for Bellesa!!! Communication is always a key!!!

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Concurrent Celibacy

Eliza and Jeanne decided to have dinner at a restaurant near Terrence’s, where Jeanne had just been to check on his place. Eliza surveyed her sister who was obviously very much in love with Terrence, and Eliza remembered being in love with him herself a long time before. Ages ago it seemed to her, since she was now married.

Now Rafe was the only man she was with.

Rafe at this point wanted to try full-out monogamy since even when he was going to marry Ingrid, he was primarily only with Eliza because Ingrid was always away at a nursing conference or working. Maybe that was what drew them together again this time, drove to their marriage.

Their concurrent but undesired states of celibacy made the two sisters sit in companionable silence with each other, sipping a French red wine that Jeanne recommended. Jeanne had spent a lot of time in France and loved Paris as well as a lot of other cities that other people did not know because Paris was the New York City of France. Eliza grew up in New York City, Jeanne spent the other part of her life there as well.

They connected so well geographically.

“So everything is good with Terrence?” Eliza took a sip of wine, and looked at Jeanne.

Jeanne swallowed and smiled.

“It’s nice, I was seeing someone at the time I met him with you. I was not thinking about anything like this but it happened, and it is good.”

Eliza nodded.

“It could have been worse you know, I was broken up with Rafe, you could have fallen in love with him!”

Jeanne laughed,

“Not a chance because even while he was supposedly with Ingrid, he was still devoted to you. There was no room for anyone else as you see.”

Was Jeanne right? Had he been devoted even when they were not together? Eliza did not believe he would have proposed marriage to Ingrid if he had not meant it. The friendship she had forged with Ingrid was over now that she and Rafe were not getting married. There was no point, they were not adversaries but…

The relationship that Eliza had forged that meant something was this one with Jeanne—it was worth maintaining.

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Wicked Wednesday #347 — Explore

Eliza hugged Rafe hard when he came home, and pressed her cheek to his chest. He pulled her close and rubbed her back. It had been an emotional plea when she asked him if it was okay to post Harry’s bail, but she was sure that Jeanne was a good judge of character and that Sabrina’s Harry had not committed a crime. Besides the woman in question was still in the hospital.

She was not dead.

But the bail brought up bigger issues for Eliza. Once she and Rafe were a couple and especially as long as they had lived together, it was always what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours. But this was so much money and she never wanted him to think she took his wealth for granted. Especially now that she was on a hiatus from work because of her accident.

He held her close still, she was just terribly emotional. He lifted her face up to his, and wiped away a damp tear that was semi-dry on the top of her cheek.

“I love you,” he said, running his hands through her hair.

She looked up at him, she almost started to cry again.

It was just months ago that she was supportive of his marriage to Ingrid, even as that impending marriage brought them closer together and then they eventually got married instead. Or again, because she had been engaged to him forever prior to that. But being married to him was so different. It made everything different between them. It was like some kind of Eucharist—turning wine to blood. Rafe was now transformed from water to blood, he was her family. Everyday was a day to explore that, to explore the dynamic of their connection to themselves and the world around them.

To explore their love.

She wrapped her arms around him,

“I love you.”

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Filling the Void (A Meme Combo)

Jeanne was restless.

She knew Terrence was away for business, but she missed him so much she went to his apartment and slept in his bed. His scent would be have to be enough to fill her.

It had been a long day, picking up Sabrina at the airport and then Eliza posting Harry’s bail for a crime that none of them could not believe he had committed.

Sabrina loved him enough to go home with him, and Rafe trusted Eliza enough to allow her to help a friend of hers like that.

Jeanne curled up into a ball. She was alone in the massive bed, her hand between her legs to lull her. That was what you wanted when you were in bed alone. Thinking hard about the man who gave you comfort when he was in bed with you.

When she heard the door click, she jerked her hand from between her legs and looked up. Her heart raced, and then—

Terrence?

She thought it and said it at the same time.

He was taken aback.

“Jeanne?”

“I missed you.”

No points could be given for their technical skill that night. Terrence slowly loosened his tie, and undid the buttons of his shirt.

She was already naked.

He unbuckled his belt, and she enjoyed the combination of shadows and his actual flesh bared to her. There was something of a horseshoe shape on the ceiling, as his belt lassoed away from them when he tossed it. Jeanne got wetter as his weight dipped the mattress, and he covered her. He kissed her neck, and she closed her eyes to take in the sensation of his lips. They were a little chapped she was sure from the dryness of the airplane cabin, but felt nice touching her skin. She was embarrassed when he slipped a finger between her legs, and she could hear the squelching of her wetness as he did. He moved his finger more because it seemed to have the opposite effect on him.

What they did after was so intimate and lazy. Nothing for the textbooks, but exactly what she wanted.

Her man deep inside her, filling the void that she had anticipated that night.

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Quartet — Four Memes in One

Before

Damaris sleepily crawled on top of him, Harry was still mostly asleep–though he had been thinking about picking up Sabrina from the airport later. Bed with Damaris was different than with Sabrina. Damaris smelled alluring, she oozed sensuality and danger. She slithered on him like a snake, straddled his hips and pushed him into her. There was nothing for him to say. He was hard and she was doing all the things to rouse him. She rode him like a demon, at one point he looked up at her and she looked sad like a spectre. But when he touched her to see if his hand would go through her it did not. She was warm and soft to his touch. Her eyes however wandered, and then latched onto his like she had found something she had long been looking for.

After

Damaris stood on the rooftop an ornate glass with amber fluid in her hand. Harry had had to leave work early to find her. Damaris had gotten all of his information in the hotel room. He had ignored texts from her at work, thinking there was not going to be anything else between them. She had just been married and lost her husband–how could she have gotten attached to him so quickly? When he saw the video of her looking drugged on his phone, he had not been sure what to do. When he got to the hotel she was on the rooftop unresponsive. He called the front desk, and told them his friend was not responsive. At that point, he knew he was not going to be able to pick up Sabrina. He knew he was going to have to have some minor questioning at the police station.

Harry rested his head against the bars of the holding cell–he had not known just how long he was going to be detained…

Very late–but better than never!–I present last week’s Masturbation Monday, Wicked Wednesday, Friday Flash and Kink of the Week.

image via Molly Moore

Vignette

Eliza drove with Jeanne to JFK to pick up her friend Sabrina, who was currently in a bar at the airport because her boyfriend was not able to pick her up. He was working late he told her, but he would see her in their apartment as soon as she got there.
Sabrina looked like a retro femme fatale. She wore a vintage dress, and her hair was done up in an old-fashioned style, but she looked terribly modern. With her drink in her hand, Sabrina stared at Eliza. Eliza wondered what she thought about her, before Sabrina looked at the bartender who she obviously had around her little finger and gestured to what she was drinking and the two women who approached her.
Jeanne hugged Sabrina immediately, Sabrina looked at Eliza and smiled.
“You must be Eliza,” Sabina said, and Eliza nodded as she extended her hand. Nice to meet you.”
Within moments, the three women were sitting at the bar with their Old Fashioneds
“Harry could not come pick me up because he was at work, and I understand that but I really wanted to see my man…” she said. “I was in London all of this time, comforting my friend Gui.”
“Comforting?” Jeanne said taking a sip of her Old Fashioned, and eyeing her friend closely.
Sabrina took a huge gulp of her Old Fashioned and used her form of sign language for the bartender to give her another.
“Well yes, I slept with him but it was not a big deal. It was something that happened. We have an open relationship,” Sabrina said, eyeing Eliza.
Eliza nodded.
“I had an open relationship with my husband before we were married, but at the moment neither of us is seeing anyone else. I was the last women he saw in addition to a primary woman. But he and I ended up getting married.”
“Oh,” Sabrina said, cradling her just handed to her by the whipped bartender Old Fashioned.
“Yes, we were supposed to get married for years, and then we broke up. He got engaged to another woman, and then we got back together and we got married.”
Eliza felt the warmth in her cheeks as she talked about her recent marriage. She was not sure that she and Rafe were not going to see anyone else ever again, but for now, they scorched their sheets only with each other.
The warmth came to her face, as she thought about how Rafe had made her almost late to the getting in the car with Jeanne. He had held her arms up over her head and tied her to the bedpost, while he kissed and licked her until she begged him to stop. He lapped her up like milk, and she cried out because it felt too good. When she begged him to stop, he pinched her nipples and she cried out.
“Stop please,” she purred, and he would not. She still throbbed between her legs and crossed and uncrossed them as the little vignette went through her mind…
“Well, I can tell you a story too…” Sabrina smiled, and her smile looked the cat that had lapped up all the milk…

More Masturbation Monday here, and more Wicked Wednesday here! Happy New Year! This is the first time that Eliza and Sabrina have met–read my next post for Sabrina’s saucy story!!!

image via Marie Rebelle

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