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The Star On Top

Eliza felt it had been enough time, enough time that she had spent brooding and Oscar made her realize that she definitely wanted to try to make up with Jeanne. She was not sure if Jeanne was going to want to even talk to her, after the scene that she had made at the bar.

But Jeanne surprised her.

She arrived at the cafe where they first met, and she had her hair up and wore her glasses. Jeanne also wore glasses, and had her hair up. They giggled when they saw each other. Jeanne got up from the table, and Eliza was not sure if they were going to hug each other or not. Eliza walked over to her, and curtly kissed her cheek.

Jeanne kissed her back in the same manner, adjusted her glasses and gave her a wan smile.

Eliza sat down, and as soon as she did the waitress walked over with a glass of the wine that she has always loved when she was there. She smiled at the waitress, and raised her glass to Jeanne.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me, I know that we did not end on good terms.”

“You are my sister, I was not a prize that night either. I did not have to flaunt my relationship…”

“I am happily married Jeanne, it should not matter to me. You are my sister, that is what should matter. Can we start over again? Can we try to start over again?”

Eliza studied Jeanne, whose face did not go hard but pensive.

“My mother was like my sister,” Jeanne paused and before she continued, Eliza noticed whenever Jeanne was emotional her accent became very French. “But she was still my mom, and I have very close female friends and as close as we are I am not sure I ever thought about them like sisters. I am sure I have room in my heart for a sister. It would be the star on top of all of my female relationships right now.”

Eliza smiled, and felt her eyes water. Jeanne wiped a stray tear.

“I already love you Eliza, I spent all of this time with you, before this all…” Jeanne waved her hand absently, and picked up her wine. “You’re my blood.”

Eliza picked up her own wine, and clinked it with Jeanne’s.

“I love you too,” she said and meant it.

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Wicked Wednesday #341 — Song Title

A tune played in her head, and Eliza did not know the song title. It was a song that she, Terrence and Jeanne had sung tipsily while at the cafe the first time she and Jeanne had met.

It had been a good night, and before her accident, she had been so happy at her solo apartment after what she would thought be her final breakup from Rafe, being with Terrence and having Jeanne as a friend. Even the quick transition to sisters after had been okay, and falling in love with Rafe again.

Now, living in their new apartment and married, she was terribly happy. The strength of her love for Rafe had floored her. She always knew she wanted to marry him, and now she knew why.

But did she want her sister back? Blood was thicker than water, she did not care about Terrence, but Jeanne? Should they try to make amends?

Eliza picked up the phone, still humming that nameless song and called the only person she knew would always be there for her.

“Mrs. Hughes? How are you!”

Eliza felt her face warm, as she took in her new salutation.

“Oscar?”

“Where do you want to meet?”

Eliza was still on leave and trying to factor in work she could do from home. It was the post-traumatic stress disorder that was worse than her physical pain from the accident. Oscar took her in, and hugged her for a very long time.

He pulled out a chair for her, and studied her.

“You look happy,” he said finally.

“Yes,” she smiled.

“Marriage agrees with you,” he noted.

“Maybe.”

He took her hand, and she studied him in return.

“How are you?”

“I am okay, Sally…” She squeezed his hand. His ex had reentered his life, and it had been a nonstop ferris wheel from what he told her. “Why did you want to see me?”

“Besides from getting married, have I changed? Jeanne said Rafe told her I had changed but everyone changes. I was wondering if I should try to bring her back, try to be a sister. To be sisters again. I don’t know…”

“Do you miss her? Do you want her back in your life?”

The nameless song still in her head and on her tongue, made her remember a time when she enjoyed being with Jeanne.

Her sister.

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Wicked Wednesday #340—Porn Site

Eliza liked porn.

She and Rafe watched it together. Her feelings were as long as it was somewhere between “female friendly” which was too softcore for her, and acts in which the bottom did not look like there was any pleasure for them was her sweet spot. They enjoyed a fabulous app that curated their porn, and gave them recommendations from things they had watched before. It was their favorite.

Of course they had made their own moments that she remembered and played like porn in her head, but it was nice on movie night to sit together and watch a film. Sometimes something mainstream but racy, and other times only a porn film that catered to one or both of their delights was what they craved.

Like there was a film about a butcher, and she began by expressing her love for prime cuts of meat. Then a customer who she had a crush on walks in, and well meat! It reminded Eliza of one of her favorite times with Rafe when she was making steak, and they ended up making love by the kitchen sink. Watching the meat on the set while the couple had sex, reminded her of that and a Francis Bacon painting that she loved of a butcher.

But next to Rafe, his warm scent and his arms around her…how could she not want more from him?

The film played in the background, but she had moved to his lap as they kissed. He cradled her, and she felt how much he wanted her. She straddled him, and slipped his elastic waistband over his hips so she could just look at him for a moment. On movie night they usually wore things that were easy to remove. His track pants slipped down easily, and her see-through slip and lacy thong were hardly a barrier.

She licked her lips as she had had enough of looking at him, and wanted him inside of her. All the tension in her body released as she felt him enter her. She knew him so well, she felt him

inside her like a missing piece. They moved together with ease, they knew what to do to each other. He looked up at her, and she did not break his stare.

Porn was nice, but it was nothing like actually having sex with someone you love.

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Wicked Wednesday #339 — Playful

It was it was not that arguments were easier with Rafe now, they were not. But now that they were married, Eliza was more invested. She did not want a fight to fester into something awful, that she would not be able to prevent from escalating.
The night at the restaurant when Jeanne slapped her, was an awful night. She and Rafe could have had a fight but she did not want it to go there ever again with him. They had had enough fights that almost ended them. The last time that they had broken up had almost been it, but then they got married.
So much had been planned, such a big wedding had been planned and instead they had just went to City Hall. Eliza was so in love in with Rafe in her vintage dress, saying the simplest vows to him.
Of love.
Presently she felt playful, as she wrapped her arms about him. She puckered up her lips, and looked into his eyes. Rafe must have felt playful himself, as he picked her up and swung her around like a merry-go-round. A little dizzy when he stopped, she pressed her face to his chest.
“I love you,” he said, running his hands through her hair. “I love you so much.”
She looked up at him again, and he kissed her.
She remembered that planning for their wedding was the reason she was so stressed out at the bar, when she met Oscar. She had not seen Oscar in such a long time, she wanted to spend all of her time with her husband. It was not said, but their marriage had not closed their relationship though they barely were apart. Eliza felt lovesick when she was away from him for too long of a time.
She was still recovering from her accident, she had post-traumatic stress disorder and was on temporary leave from work. Getting married was the only thing that anchored her, being in love and being a family with the man she loved.
But in his arms now, she just wanted to be silly and play with him.

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Wicked Wednesday #338 — Writing

Eliza could not read the writing on the cocktail menu. She was so upset, she bit her lower lip to stop it from trembling.
Rafe and her were not together when she had had her accident, so maybe he might have said something disparaging about her…but it still hurt to think he had talked about her like that with Jeanne.
Jeanne.
Sometimes she had wanted a sister like Rafe had Fiona, and she still did have Fiona but Fiona was not her blood sister. She was now hers by marriage, and even before. But she should be so lucky to have a sister like Jeanne.
Eliza had broken up with Terrence because it was too much for her to be with him when he had the affiliation with Lila. There were too many questions she had about him and she decided if Rafe was gone—at the time—Terrence should be gone with him. But seeing him with Jeanne, knowing Jeanne knew him like she did…it was unbearable.
Rafe held her hand but he was silent. Eliza knew that she did not want to make the kinds of mistakes they had made previously with each other. He held her hand tight to let her know that he was there and be was not going anywhere, before he picked up her hand and kissed it.
“Do you think I have changed?” she asked him, while still trying to decipher the blurred words of the cocktail menu.
“You’ve had two accidents, you would have to change to adjust,” he said.
“But I mean, am I what—” she started to say Jeanne, but she could not even bring herself to say her name aloud. Her name would have been like a slap on her lips. “Like what she said.”
“You have changed since you stopped taking the pills. The pills were making you different.”
Eliza did not look at him. She had stopped taking the pills, but she was taking them again. She still had pain, and the pills made her feel better. Why would she not take the pills?”
She nodded, and did not look at her husband. Because she was afraid that he would see her.
The her that her sister–Jeanne–saw.

 

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Wicked Wednesday #337/Friday Flash No. 31

Eliza felt like a queen, her hand in Rafe’s and his lips adhesived to the top of it. This was their first small party as a couple. She had invited her sister to one of her favorite bars close to where Jeanne lived because she had not been out of her apartment, her city or her own love since she had been married. So a cab ride, hand in Rafe’s like it was now the entire time. The cab driver had turned around to look at them and gawk.
“You are such a gorgeous couple,” he said in a heavily accented voice, and Rafe kissed her cheek like he had been kissing her hand.
“I am the happiest man in the world since this gorgeous woman married me,” he said looking into her eyes.
Eliza grinned so hard she thought her teeth would break. Rafe practically carried her out of the car and down the stairs to the almost hidden little bar. They sat in the almost secret back room, looking at each other with almost secrecy. Jeanne told her that she was bringing someone. Feeling romantic and in love like she had been, Eliza pried until her sister confessed that she had been pretty much loved up as well. But that was all she would say about the mystery man, which had Eliza pretty much at the brim wondering who her sister’s mystery man was.
Eliza felt a sense of deja vu, when again in a dark bar she saw Terrence. She froze in place, but this time Rafe noticed right away. He turned to the door, and she felt his body mirror hers. Frozen like a sculpture, they both looked at Terrence who would trigger negative feelings for both of them for different reasons…who was flanked by Jeanne who Eliza saw like she had the veil pulled to reveal her face at the lounge that they left the night that Rafe proposed.
But even with that happy memory, Eliza still felt frozen looking at her ex and her sister. They could not have thought that she would have no feelings at all seeing them together.
When she stopped feeling frozen, she felt on fire…the deep breath she took felt like dragon fire and she was out of control…

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Wicked Wednesday #336 — Scent

Eliza woke up, and basked in the scent of their home.
Home was now her new apartment, with her scent mingled with that of her husband’s.
When she and Rafe broke up, the last painful breakup in which she gave him back his ring and moved out. In which she had an accident, and he had had to care for her. In which he met his former fiancee Ingrid, but started to see her again…
Eliza had grown used to her own scent and Rafe’s scent only when he stayed over which was often enough, but not enough for his scent to be permeated inside the apartment for their mingled scent to smell like home.
But now that Rafe lived with her here, it smelled like home. Being married was incomparable to living together. It was not just a piece of paper for her, it was something special and precious and sacred. Every time she looked at her left ring finger, she remembered how special the decision was that had been made on the Day of the Dead to get married a week later. When she said yes to him, each day they were not married felt unbearable.
Being married was amazing, Rafe was now flesh and blood to her. He was water turned to blood, similar to communion in the Catholic Church.
Waking up beside him, the sheets smelled like them—of their intimacy and their slumber. She liked how he smelled first thing in the morning, loved the scent of his warmth. The two of them together was the scent of home. It was not pheromones or anything like that, it was just their closeness and connection.
They were home…

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Wicked Wednesday #335 — Cemetery

Eliza was happy to go somewhere more private with Rafe in the lounge. The hallway was decorated dark and sparse like a cemetery. They were tangled in exaggerated cobwebs and moon-colored lighting, as they moved into a private room that had a “Reserved” placard on the satin sheets.
Rafe pulled her softly into it, and closed the door with his leg. He pushed her to the wall inside, and she looked up at him.
“Do you want the door open or closed?” He asked her, his breath and the halo of his lips on her jaw.
“Closed,” she breathed, and caressed his face so she could kiss him.
There was a drink minimum at the bar, but they had been drinking before they got there, so Eliza at least was tipsy. But not so tipsy that she did not remember that she had just seen Terrence with another woman, but was completely focused on Rafe.
He closed the door all of the way, and kissed her so hard he lifted her off of the floor. She wrapped her arms about him, and pressed her face to his chest. Eliza felt so safe in his arms, she felt like everything that was wrong with the world would be okay if he held her.
“I love you…” she said looking up into his eyes, and he looked down at her. His eyes soft and warm.
“I love you Liza, let’s get married.”
Eliza smelled the liquor on his breath, and laughed.
“Let’s get married,” he repeated.
Eliza was silent, as he let go of her on one side. She was even more silent, as he handed her her ring.
Her engagement ring.
Her arms tightened about his neck.
“Ingrid and I are not getting married Eliza. It just was not going to work, and she saw what I knew but would not say. That I still want to marry you. I love you. Marry me, this time for real.”
Eliza could not see him because her eyes were so filled with tears.
Her eyes were still filled with tears a week later, when she saw a picture of them—her wearing a vintage white cocktail dress and him wearing a vintage suit with tails.
Mr. and Mrs. Hughes…

 

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Wicked Wednesday #334 — Halloween

Eliza was completely veiled in black, Rafe led her like she was some sort of royalty. She walked slowly behind him. A combination of the pills she had taken without him knowing—he was worried about her pain meds, but there was nothing for him to worry about and she was in a mood where she almost snapped at him what difference did it make to him? She was not his responsibility anymore.

But she did not.

A combination of the pills, exhaustion and of the pleasure of Rafe leading her, made her strut slowly. This way she got to see him as well, and he looked dashing as ever. When did Rafe ever not look dashing?

They walked into the restaurant, where everyone else was in some array of covered—Rafe wore a lace mask that matched her veil. He sat next to her in the booth, and she put her head on his shoulder.

She shivered when his cool hand slipped under her dress. This party was a Halloween party of sorts, at a premiere sex club.

Anything was allowed.

She and Rafe had attended this party before, when they were a new couple. Now that they were not getting married, they dated like they did when they were a new couple. Her thoughts drifted, as his hand moved further up her thigh.

“What can’t I do to you?” he questioned softly, his fingers at the door of her sex.

Eliza shifted, and parted her legs more.

“You can do whatever you like.”

His fingers slipped into her, she closed her eyes tightly and then opened them. There were a lot of couples there, but some aroused her curiosity more than others as she stared about the room not to bring attention to what she and Rafe were doing.

Like the couple where the woman sat on the man’s lap, dry fucking him with such discretion that if you were not paying attention you would not notice.

Another couple was not touching, but they were sitting so close it was like their skin fucked from their proximity. Eliza’s eyes settled on that couple, and she realized she recognized the man.

Terrence.

She knew his jaw, she knew his expressions even with a mask. The woman clung to him, her face obscured by his chest and Eliza closed her eyes again as Rafe made her come so violently, she knocked over her scotch. Rafe laughed as the waiter came over to clean up, and pulled Eliza up while he was at it.

“Come on, it is time to go somewhere a little more private.”

Still feeling the slight tremors of her orgasm, Eliza followed him. Secretly, she looked back to where Terrence was.

He was gone, as she had asked him to be from her view months ago. Even though she had broken up with him, it did not feel nice to see him with another woman oblivious to her even though she was veiled in black.

She knew him.

The same way it did not feel nice to not be with Rafe, and still be with him. He would be inside her hot and she would feel him burning her in a moment…and still feel cold in the distance of her body…

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Wicked Wednesday #333 — Purple (Bruise)

Eliza rubbed a minute purplish splotch on her thigh, that she had not know was there and Rafe promptly kissed it.
And other places.
She was pretty certain that they had sex more now that he was engaged to Ingrid. Ingrid went on a lot of conferences, and Rafe basically lived with her when she was away or vice versa.
She gasped loudly, when Rafe’s tongue hit her clit. He was not adverse to giving head, but he was definitely more up for it than he ever had been and she was not complaining!
He kissed the very inside of her thighs, and lathed her labia with his tongue. Since he knew her body as well as she did, without even an effort he made her come and he was not done.
Rafe did not stop licking her, and she squirmed because she was sensitive from her first orgasm and he was not giving her a choice on the estimated arrival of the next.
Her legs parted wider, he spread her ass cheeks and the sheets stuck to her anus. She was sticky wet and feverish from his attention.
She could not look down, because looking down at him giving her head would make her come even faster so she stared up at the ceiling and moaned. Her body shook, and her legs practically fluttered.
Eliza slumped with pleasure, but also with grief when Rafe’s tongue touched the faint purple spot on her skin. Her skin was bruised, but so was her heart. Even though they were making love, they were not getting married anymore. She was not his primary anymore. And after all of these years that she had been with him, she never thought that they were not going to be married. And it did not even help that a part of her was happy they were not getting married, another part of her was just mad that she was not the chosen one anymore.
“What is the matter?” he asked, stroking her thigh.
She looked down at Rafe, which she had been trying not to do not because of how he made her body feel, but because of how her heart felt.
Bruised.

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