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Wicked Wednesday #332 – Pause

Before she met with Jeanne, Eliza had had a conversation with Ingrid and Rafe who were her support unit. They were like her surrogate parents, sitting close together and watching her with a smile. They had come to her neighborhood bar, where she had first been out with Jeanne.
And Terrence.
“So you have to hear her out. I could not imagine life without my sister,” Ingrid said, taking a sip of her drink.
“Well Eliza already had Fiona!” Rafe said, and smiled at Ingrid.
Eliza had had Fiona, and she was still like a sister to her. How could she be anything else after how long she had been with Rafe?
“You are going to meet Susannah soon enough, she is coming to visit soon. I told her all about you, so you will have another sister!” Ingrid declared.
Eliza smiled, and shrugged.
They both hugged her when they left, and Rafe gave her an extra squeeze. Eliza squeezed his hand, before he kissed hers.
She leaned back in her chair, and waited. Jeanne was going to meet her soon, so she took another sip of her drink and waited.
Her mother had told her that her father had dated Jeanne’s mother around the same time that he dated her, but that they had known that they were going to get married right away. He never hid from her that he had cared about Jeanne’s mother very deeply, but that he had known that he wanted to marry her mother instantly.
Jeanne’s mother had been pregnant, but she never told him because she did not want to trap him.
“Sometimes, sometimes, I used to think to myself that even though I was really happy to be married to your father…I felt bad for this woman who had he had loved before me. She was very classy, she never reached out to me. Your father had a detective look after the girl—Jeanne—when he realized she existed.”
Just then, Jeanne walked into the cafe. Eliza stared at her for a bit.
This was her sister.
Jeanne was holding the box, and looked pensively at Eliza.
Everything seemed to pause around her, but Eliza felt her lips spread into a semblance of a smile as Jeanne sat down across from her.

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Wicked Wednesday #331 — Champion/ Friday Flash No. 25 @ThePinkSeam Microfiction Challenge!

Eliza watched the game by herself. She usually watched with her parents first, then with Rafe. But now she sat on her couch, and watched the multi-world champion New York Yankees win the wild card.
Then she got a text from Jeanne…her sister…
I opened the box—let’s talk soon.
Eliza sighed.

This is a tiny Wicked Wednesday dedicated to the New York Yankees who just won the AL Wild Card–I am a HUGE Yankees fan! I have a baseball anthology called Bases Loaded, which is just as hot as the Yankees were tonight!

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Wicked Wednesday #330 — Heal/ Friday Flash No. 24, Part I

Eliza was taking longer to heal from this accident, than she had the time before. She had just taken her pills, and walked in a bit of a cloud to her door to open it. She had just buzzed Jeanne up, and waited by the door for her to come upstairs.
Jeanne smiled when she got to the top of the stairs at her. Eliza felt her mouth widen in automatic mimicry, in conjunction with her arms to hug Jeanne.
Her sister.
Jeanne was dressed very casually, but still leaked a bit of the elegance that Eliza was used to seeing with her.
“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, I know that we…”
“…are sisters?!” Eliza blurted out. “Yes, apparently we are! Come Jeanne,” Eliza turned around, and knelt to pick up the box with her father’s mementos on her coffee table. She opened up the box slowly, and again spread all of the pictures of Jeanne on the table like tarot—carefully and deliberately. She mused over the pictures, and looked up at Jeanne intermittently.
“Eliza…” Jeanne started.
“You know,” Eliza laughed ironically, placing her hands on her thighs. “I just want to know why you did not bother to tell me. All of this time that you had that you could have told me something you said nothing.”
“Eliza…”
“Over my sick bed, holding my hand and having tea with me you could have told me. It would have given me something…” Eliza stopped and winced. She felt a wave of pain come through the fog that the pills buffered her with, and looked at Jeanne. “You could have told me then. Why keep it a secret?”
Eliza got up, and went over to her bed. She got under the sheets, and curled into fetal position. Jeanne followed her.
“Are you okay? Eliza?”
Eliza stared at Jeanne, she looked like a stranger to her. She reached for her phone which buzzed on her night table.
A text from Rafe:
How are you beautiful?
This was a sign that she needed to take a moment.
Was she okay?

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Wicked Wednesday #329 — Roots

Ever since the night that Jeanne got so sad when Eliza talked about her father, Eliza had been inspired to look into her father’s old things that she had been given by her mom. She had been a soft mahogany case with things that he had written about her when she was little, among other things. She had seen most of it before, but today she wanted to pore through them, because she missed her dad and the box was filled with love.
There were pictures of her Mom and Dad when they were courting, and then with her as well as a bunch of personal affects of his that she had never seen before. For example, within a platinum envelope that looked like it should contain an Academy Award or something of that stature, was a picture of her father with a woman she had never seen before. There were precious few, but they were the reason why a picture says a thousand words. It was clear her father had been in love with this woman, and she with him. Eliza looked for a date on them, but there was none. She surmised they must have been older, or as old as the ones from his and her mother’s courtship.
And then there was a picture of a baby. There were spare pictures of the baby—the evolution of the baby really.
Eliza left the box where it was and moved onto her fire escape, where she spread out the pictures of the baby growing into a young woman like tarot cards. There was no question who this girl was, in pictures that her father left in this box for her to see and on top of it all her mother knew about it. Eliza sat on the fire escape feeling like a twisted Holly Golightly.
She looked up at the sky, as if it could answer her questions. She fiddled with the bars of the fire escape, and looked at her feet on its grid.
The clouds.
She walked back into the apartment, and let her hands run over the mirror of the bathroom cabinet before she slid the mirrored door open to get her pain killers. She filled a Dixie cup with lukewarm water, and opened the bottle. When she swallowed the pills, she went to her bedroom, and lie on her bed. Behind her closed eyes, she wondered just when did Jeanne plan on telling her what she had to tell her?

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Wicked Wednesday #328 — Someday

Today was someday for Eliza.
She listened to the click of her heels on the floor of her apartment, turned on the lights, and threw everything in her hands onto the couch. She studied herself when she walked into the bathroom. Her hair had grown longer, she had gained a bit of weight and she was tan from all of the time she had spent on the roof with Rafe at La Vie Est Belle. She smiled as she placed the toiletries that she bought from the hotel on her bathroom sink. The rose-scented toiletries that Rafe said that he loved the scent of on her, when he was on top of her and touching her wherever he wanted to.
It was amazing to be in that place with him, to know her place with him and not be anxious about their upcoming wedding. She knew that she was his secondary love, and she was fine with that.
After she placed all of the toiletries on her sink, she reached gingerly in the cabinet for the bottle. She did not have the same kind of pain from the accident that she had had in the beginning when Rafe, Ingrid and Jeanne nursed her back to life. And Terrence to some degree…but she still had some residual pain, and she still needed her pills. They made her feel like she was floating on a cloud. Made her feel like she was in another galaxy, made her forget about everything, but wanting to feel pleasure.
Sitting on her bed, she pulled her slip up over her head and lie naked on the cool sheets. She ran her hands over her breasts, caressing them almost absently but not because she could feel the pleasure the softness of her skin and she still smelled rosy like La Vie Est Belle. Rafe smelled like roses like her too, when they left holding hands after their shower at the hotel.
He had caressed her breasts like she was caressing them now, their circumference filling but light.
More clouds.
Eliza smiled, as she slowly drifted on her cloud to her other galaxy.
Someday was today…

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Wicked Wednesday #327 — Lifestyle/Friday Flash No. 21 — La Vie Est Belle

Eliza was lying on the lounge chair on the roof. Rafe had taken her for the weekend to a very extravagant hotel, where only they had access to this part of the roof. She was naked, covered in sunscreen and catching all of the rays she could. He idly rubbed her backside and more than sexual, it was terribly calming.
His finger slipped between her cheeks, and he caressed her puckered hole there.
That was when it became more sexual, and she turned onto her back to look up at him. He could not keep his hands off of her, and started to play with her breasts.
Since the last car accident, she was still in rehab and still needed some pain medicine to relieve her of some more than dull aches at night.
And to relieve her of other things too…
She looked as much as she could at the sun, which was bright. Turning on her side, she picked up a wine glass that said La vie est belle—which was the name of this paradise that Rafe had taken her to.
Ingrid had suggested it, since she was on an away conference in Brussels. She knew that Eliza and Rafe had not had extended time together recently.
“I know what Rafe and I have, but I also know what you and he had. I don’t want him to feel torn. We both love him,” Ingrid told her over cocktails.
Eliza shivered when she thought that to herself. She did love Rafe, she loved him more than she was almost able to bear.
This was her new lifestyle, being Rafe’s second.
Wasn’t she always in a way?
But know she knew she was not the only lady in his life, and she was free to be with him or not.
She wanted to be free, she thought as she arched into him fully cupping her breasts and kissing her neck. He kissed her neck up to her mouth, and she felt molten between her legs. She not losing this part. He knew her body better than anyone. He noticed aberrations with it even before she did, and he loved like it was an art.
He let his robe fall apart. His body devastating in the sun, as he covered her.
“What do you want Liza?” he asked against her throat.
She laughed, as the sensation of his voice and breath tickled her collarbone.
She wanted the world.

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Wicked Wednesday #326 — Love <3

It was all so familiar, everything was so familiar even though it was in a new place. The entire time that Rafe had been at her apartment taking care of her, they had only ever been in her bed the one time and it was a farewell.
It had felt like farewell, but waking up in her new apartment with Rafe felt like part of their old routine. Because she had woken up beside him for so many years. Rafe looked very comfortable as well. Eliza could see in the mirror across from the bed, as he held her close to him. As usual, he pulled her close when he felt her move awake and she saw his eyelids move from a thin crescent to a flitter.
He kissed her temple, and she closed her eyes. The night before came back to her in a blur… They went out for a fancy dinner, at a haunt they used to frequent. They had a private room, because if people saw them together they would make assumptions and he was engaged to Ingrid now.
Eliza had dressed in a cocktail dress of hers, that she used to wear all the time in the beginning of their relationship. She had put on perfume that she used to wear them—it was supposed to be an ode to their relationship past.
There was not supposed to be a future.
They ate things they liked, and told each other how much they admired each other.
“It was not just what happened with Lila,” Eliza started, putting her fork down. “It was just that I realized that I was not as well-suited for you as Ingrid will be for example.”
Rafe wiped his mouth.
“I never ever wanted to hurt you, but it was all I seemed to do.”
“There was a whole lot of love before there was what severed us, what broke us you know? I will always love you.”
It was saying that aloud that broke her. The tears she caged however, were the tears that Rafe released. She got up, and wiped a tear from his cheek and he took her hand and kissed it.
Kissed her wrist, her elbow—pulled her to him. She fell into his lap, more than sat on it and he kissed her shoulder.
They kissed each other, it was magnetic. He pulled her head to his, and they kissed while she pushed her palms into his thighs for support. She felt him accidentally, and knew what was going to happen between them.
They were going to make love.
Now she was watching him look at her in the mirror, and she saw her face too. She saw love—love that had been hidden and now peeked out from behind its corner. Ingrid and Rafe had an open relationship, so she was not doing anything wrong. Ingrid always said that he still loved her so much, that she knew he would always hold her in his heart…
…and now he was holding her in his arms.

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Wicked Wednesday #323 — Collaboration

“Thank you,” Eliza said to Rafe, standing up. She was still sore all over, but it was time for him to go.

For a broken up couple, they had collaborated nicely on getting her to this point. She was still in pain all over, and was taking pain meds to alleviate some of it. But she was ready to move around.

“Of course.”

They looked at each other. He was not pleading, and she did not want him to. It was over, wasn’t it clear? But it still felt so cold to just let him go. Even though she knew he had already moved on, she did not know with who, but she knew him and could tell.

So not to be cold, she hugged him. And like a match lit, he kissed her and touched her every spot that did not hurt. Between her legs for instance, where she had not even touched herself for days. His finger lingered there, and he knew her—how to make her wet. Countering the pain that she had in trying to move, she was not broken there.

A deep moan, so deep it was almost volcanic surged from her and he covered her mouth as if she was resisting. She was not. She was not sure what her body was capable of, but he had started her up and he had to finish her off. She wrapped her arms about him, and pressed her cheek to his chest. He pulled her close to him, and turned her chin up to his gently. Standing up had been a ginger affair, but he spread her back down over her mattress and pulled her robe apart. She was still, as he kissed her mouth slowly down to her breasts, and never once stopped touching her between her legs. She came like a cough, so suddenly and automatically and still he did not stop.

Touching her.

She remained on her side after, looking at him as he pulled her robe back together. He sat up, and she put her hand on his thigh.

“Thank you again,” she said, and he smiled.

He made sure that she remembered she was a woman, and that was the kindest thing he could have done for her because she had forgotten amidst all of her pain. He bent to kiss her.

“I will always love you, always.”

Eliza felt the tears come to her eyes, and he cooed and kissed her cheek as her tears spilled and wiped them up.

“I don’t want you to cry anymore Eliza, not over me.”

She smiled through her tears, as he kissed her again and then got up from the bed. The weight of his body was a loss, as he walked away from the bed and out of the door.

This was their final collaboration.

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Wicked Wednesday #324 — Uniform

Rafe felt like he was in the middle of one of the melodramatic movies that Eliza had begun to watch on her iPad. She did not move a lot, but at the least she had stopped crying as much as she had been.
He knew that she did not want him there, but she was too weak to fight him. She slept a lot, and when she was awake she let him feed her when she bothered to eat.
But it was the uniformed Ingrid, standing in the middle of the living room that caused him the most grief. It would be his luck that the one time he slipped while he and Eliza broke up this time, that he would have had something fleeting with the woman who would end up being her nurse.
Ingrid was legitimate in her concern for Eliza, she had been caring for her while she was in a coma. When Rafe was called and appeared, Ingrid looked startled. But she masked it by being professional while Eliza was around. When Rafe asked about what he would need to do as her primary caretaker, Ingrid told him in painstaking detail about the care of the cuts and bruises Eliza had suffered—dressing and cleaning them. Giving her her pain medication, her diet—all of this Ingrid detailed patiently.
“I did not expect to see you again?” Ingrid started after she was done.
Rafe shook his head in agreement, and they both just stared at each other.
Rafe had been in a business meeting at a bar uptown, he was feeling particularly low and had definitely had more to drink than he should have. He was focusing more on Eliza, and only occasionally went to this Lila who was now the bane of his existence’s apartment where she dominated him.
When he saw Ingrid, he saw she was looking at him shyly. She was at the bar with two other people, but she was riveting. Her hair was pulled up and she looked retro, but current and beautiful. They just exchanged looks at first, but graduated to him offering her his hotel room card. She did not have to use it, because she was kissing him and touching him as he opened the door. Her warm breath went through his shirt, and her hand was on his thigh.
Now he looked at her, and she looked like a scrubbed down version of herself from that first night.
“Me either,” he said, looking at her with slit eyes so he could barely see Eliza in the background. Ingrid in all white was a blur, but in his full vision.

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(Flash and) Fleur Friday No. 9

Jeanne sat next to Terrence on her couch, she gave him a minute when he came to her apartment to take her to see Eliza. Terrence texted her to let her know that Eliza had been a passenger in a car accident, that she she saw on the news because of Eliza’s semi-celebrity status.

“I know, I’d been texting her to make sure she was okay,” Jeanne stated.

Terrence explained that she was not really okay, that she was taken to her apartment by her ex-fiancé who had reluctantly told him that Eliza was with him. He was only allowed a few minutes in her apartment, and he said he would come back.

“I think that she might like to see you. But I have to warn you, she is in really bad shape. This is not her first accident, she did not break anything but she is in a lot of pain.”

Jeanne agreed to have Terrence take her to see Eliza, but it felt awkward. But she was her sister, and she wanted to support her. She was all that was left of the father she would never know, and she wanted to get to know Eliza.

Terrence looked like hell when he got to her apartment, which was why she told him to sit down. She sat beside him for a moment, when he got a text.

Come back, was all Eliza had texted him.

Jeanne was startled when she picked up her own phone, and saw Eliza’s name.

Jeanne, sorry to have not texted sooner. I was in an accident, I’m okay, but recovery is hard. I would love to stay in touch with you, but it will be a while before a night like the last one we had!

“Let’s go,” Jeanne said with full resolve.

Eliza needed her.

Jeanne was not prepared at all for the injured body of her sister lying in bed. She was propped up, and her face was blank. Lacking all of the light she had known of it.

And there was a man, dressed in a suit minus the jacket that was thrown on the backseat of his chair. He looked at Jeanne for a very long time.

“I am Eliza’s friend, Jeanne,” she extended her hand.

“I am Rafe, I am taking care of her. Nice to meet you, thank you for coming. You too Terrence,” Rafe turned around to look at the other man.

Jeanne heard the reluctance in his voice. Standing between the two men, Eliza’s life seemed like something ripped from the screen of a soap opera.

At that moment, Eliza saw her and through the pain there was a small smile. Jeanne smiled back, as the sun gleamed on Eliza and the big city outside.

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