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Missed Connections

Eliza let out a deep sigh when she saw that they had missed their connection. It was the first time they were leaving to go somewhere in a long time, and their flight was delayed in New York. Now she and Jeanne sat with Bibi. If Jeanne had not encouraged her, she would not even have made an effort to go anywhere. But Jeanne was going with Terrence and it was too tempting since Paris had brought her nothing but love and pleasure. Bibi was on Jeanne’s lap, and Eliza looked up and saw Alessandra. Oscar had told her jokingly she might run into her because she had a show there but Eliza never imagined…

“Hi Eliza,” Alessandra said, and kissed both of her cheeks. Eliza smiled, but she was taken aback by seeing the other woman. Well she was not really the other woman, but she was the woman that Oscar was seeing and…

“Oscar joked with me that I might see you,” Alessandra said, and looked at Eliza wide-eyed. “He is always talking about you…”

Eliza resisted a smile of triumph. There was not a competition, they were not competing for him. If he wanted to be with Alessandra, Eliza would support him. She was married to Rafe after all, and Oscar had supported her to the moon and back.

“He talks a lot about you.” Eliza said, and she saw Alessandra’s eyes shine. “He is a remarkable man, and he makes remarkable connections.”

Alessandra grinned at her, and Eliza felt that she was making a different kind of connection as she had missed her original connection.

“You should come to the party we are having opening night for my show…Oscar is flying in…”

“I would love to, but my sister…”

“Is invited too, and your daughter? I would love a little girl there!”

“Then yes, absolutely.”

How could she say no?

 

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The Forest

“So you are totally still in love with Eliza,” Alessandra smiled as she pulled off her blouse, and looked at Oscar. She picked up her phone, and took a picture of herself. She studied him as she played with the effects on Snapchat for her image. She was careful with her social media. Topless nudes and other ephemera for Snapchat. Pouty painted lips, art hers and other artists and playful commentary for her Instagram.

He looked at her, and as soon as he opened his mouth to speak she covered his lips with her fingers. She did not want to hear what he had to say, her question was rhetorical. What she wanted was his lips against hers. As she squeezed his lips, she drew closer to him and pressed her lips to his. His lips were warm and moved between her fingers. She moved her fingers away, and he kissed so she almost forgot her rhetorical question.

But not completely. 

But his kiss made her forget a lot, made her forget to ask more questions, made her forget the things that she wanted to forget why she was with him in the first place. They pulled apart for a moment to look at each other, and were drawn back into each other in the next moment like breath.

But even in his kiss, even in his arms, Alessandra was lost. His tongue in her mouth, her tongue in his was running through the forest without any idea where she was going but knowing she needed to run.

Panting and breathless like she was indeed running, she held onto him like the trunk of a redwood to steady herself.

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Framed

Eliza looked at the picture in the frame. She had been so surprised when she got the print from Alessandra Wagnall, because she had followed her career for a long time and the print was one that she had admired. Oscar got it for her as a gift right after her miscarriage, and it was something beautiful that she loved to gaze at and even Bibi loved when she held her up so she could see it.

Flash forward to the present, Alessandra Wagnall was in her apartment. Alessandra was a force of nature, and it was clear that Oscar was besotted. 

Eliza hated herself for feeling jealous when Oscar had a new lover, but she couldn’t help it. Especially since this woman’s print had been given to her as a gift to soothe her after a miscarriage that could have been Oscar’s baby. And after every earth-shattering break-up he had they got closer to each other. Had she ever been as close to him as she was now?

Alessandra was lovely nonetheless, and she could not help but be swept up by her herself.

“I had to bring something to make for you since you were so kind to have me over,” Alessandra said.

“But I have food for you,” Eliza smiled. “I promise!”

“I wanted to make you some dessert, and there is always room for more of that!” Alessandra smiled, and held Eliza’s hand. There was something in the way she held her hand, and the way that they smiled at each other that made Eliza nod and let Alessandra take over her kitchen.

They were all drinking wine after dinner, and that was when Rafe came home. Alessandra charmed him as well, and he raised his eyebrows at Eliza. She and her husband had a silent exchange.

“She is lovely,” he said to her in the kitchen, and Eliza nodded,

“She is.”

“Oscar’s newest?” 

Eliza nodded and cut the edge of her finger with the wine opener she suddenly couldn’t manage. 

Bandaged finger in tow, they walked back into the living room, Eliza observed Oscar and Alessandra sitting together as lovely as any couple painted in a frame. Speaking their own silent language…

 

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Present

Rafe held Bibi close to his knees. She was looking at Eliza who was playing with her daughter’s hair, and otherwise engaging the little girl making her giggle. He was pretty sure that Bibi was the only thing that was keeping Eliza sane after the miscarriage. They had not been there at the time, but Oscar was.

Oscar was always there.

He was not there now, because he went to get noodles for Eliza, which Rafe did not understand her obsession with eating noodles since those were the very noodles that she was eating when the miscarriage started. When she got up and went to the bathroom as she told him and saw the bleeding.

“And I knew,” she said. “I knew right away what was happening.” she told him when they were alone and had put Bibi to bed together. 

They were sitting together in the living room, he had made tea for them and she had her head on his lap. 

She was still close to him, that was not the issue. They had not made love yet since–his decision. He did not want to rush her. But they were close to each other all of the time. He took some time off to be with her.

He thought she would be alone, but he didn’t realize how much time Oscar would be there with her. The first day, Oscar gave her a bouquet–which he placed next to the bouquet that he had given her. It looked like they were in a florist shop because he kept bringing them for her and so did Oscar but they decided it seemed quietly to both smother her a bit.

But Eliza did not even need it, the only thing she seemed focused on was Bibi. The three of them would have dinner often in the evening. Oscar or Rafe cooking, and then one of them would get wine. And the three of them would drink and talk. It was becoming their norm, but Rafe felt bad that he had not been there and that Oscar had been. He was her husband, it was their baby, he should have been there.

“Rafe, where are you? You look so far away…” Eliza asked.


“I am right here,” he said as Bibi ran from him to take a peek outside the window. “Right here with you.”

 

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Darkest Darkness

“Let me just be here with you,” Oscar held Eliza’s hand in the darkness, and felt her quake underneath his touch.

He could not explain it, but he knew that he needed to see her that day. Their visit had started happily, she was glowing when he saw her and they sat and ate noodles that he had gotten for them which was something they loved to share. 

“Excuse me,” Eliza had said to him quietly, and the words stung in his memory now. She was in the bathroom for a long while and he got up instinctively to look after her. The door was not closed, and he saw her looking at her panties. It looked like she had gotten her period, so he went back to where he was sitting and ate more noodles.

When she finally returned to him, she said.

“I have to go to the hospital.”

“What is wrong?” he stood up, concerned and went to her.

She looked at him, and he realized she looked paler than she had when he first saw her.

“I think I am having a miscarriage.”

“You’re pregnant?” His surprise was not hidden.

She nodded without looking up at him.

He thought there was something different about her, but he had not been able to place it. 

“I’ll come with you,” he said when she did not answer.

She nodded again.

They got into a car, and headed to the hospital. The math that raced through his head as they drove through the city, let Oscar know that this baby he did not know about could be his.

But he said nothing because it currently looked like there was not going to be a baby.

He stayed with her the entire time, and went home with her after the doctor prescribed her medication to help induce the miscarriage.

Eliza did not turn the lights on when she got home, and Oscar did not put them on.

“Let me be with you,” he said taking her hand. Rafe and Bibi were gone until later that evening. He did not want her alone.

She nodded.

They sat in the darkest darkness that Oscar had ever been in.

 

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Fate

Bibi was getting so big, Eliza thought as she wrapped her arms about her daughter. Her mini version — that was what Rafe called her — did indeed look just like her and melted into her embrace. Looking at their reflections in the mirror, Eliza saw the uncanny resemblance between them and wondered what her new baby would look like.

Even before she peed on a stick, Eliza knew herself well enough to know she was pregnant again. And again she was uncertain who had fathered her baby. 

She and Rafe had been exclusive mainly, but it was like Oscar was always there. Especially since Cleo had left him. Eliza had gone to console him several times, and she ended up in bed with him practically instinctively a few of those times. The dynamic between them was such that they always ended up being intimate even if they had not been for a long time. And she had been trying to get pregnant again, with her Rafe. She was not supposed to be able to get pregnant when she was with Oscar, but she still wondered. She monitored her ovulation like a spectator sport, she had been with him when she should not have been able to but what if?

They had wanted each other so much, why was it that he was sad about another woman and yet they got closer? It hurt her that he could not be happy with another woman, and that was it.

“The happiest I have ever been with a woman was—is you. Even as mercurial as our relationship is…” He had confessed to her. 

They were always there for each other. When she was nervous before she married Rafe he appeared, and anytime he was down she was there. She loved him—they loved each other. What happened between them was physical, but it was more than that. Like a renewal of their connection, it was fate that they were meant to be together over and over.

Some people could not find one true love, and she had two…

Bibi looked at her like she knew her secret, and she pressed her daughter ever closer to her.

 

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Retro: Behind Closed Doors

Sometimes even an author is not allowed behind the closed doors of her characters when they are going through something. I know Eliza has been talking a lot with Oscar, but Cleo has been a little more elusive…

This is a retro post from last year—what a difference a year makes! 

 

Rafe smirked at Eliza, and she stuck her tongue out at him. Her focus was on setting the table for their intimate dinner party.

She and Oscar had talked shortly after seeing each other in the cafe. He needed to know that she did not judge him, and she needed to know that they were still friends. Their conversation was extensive, and to show good faith she invited him and Chloe over to have dinner with her and Rafe.

“Everything looks lovely, Liza,” Rafe said, pulling her close to him.

He still held her close when they let in Oscar and Chloe. Oscar held Chloe’s hand protectively, and Chloe smiled shyly as a greeting.

Oscar told Eliza that he had told Chloe about them, and Eliza wanted Chloe to know that she was not a threat. When Chloe sat down, it was clear that Sally or someone had raised a very elegant young woman. Chloe had perfect table manners, and though she did not touch Oscar, but her feelings for him were clear. She avoided looking at Eliza and Rafe, which troubled Eliza.

By dessert, Chloe leaned close to Oscar and he caressed her bare arm absently.

When Chloe got up to go to the bathroom, Eliza followed her. Chloe looked stricken when she saw Eliza’s reflection in the mirror.

“Hi,” Eliza said, making eye contact with the younger woman in the mirror.

Chloe smiled back at her reflection, before she walked past Eliza. Unlike with her Chloe’s mother when she came to her apartment, Eliza took Chloe’s arm,

“I am not the enemy.”

Chloe nodded, and Eliza was not sure that she believed her.

Apparently she did, because that was the first of many couples’ dinners that the four of them had. Chloe began to open up more and more, which made Eliza happy. She even started to talk to Rafe. Chloe’s conversations with Rafe were such that she spent more time with him almost than she did with the rest of them.

Eliza did not mind, she knew her husband was sexy, and she knew he liked the attention as well.

“Are you okay?” Oscar asked her, and she was aware that they were staring at their partners with each other.

Eliza nodded, and Oscar took her hand.

“I know that women are atrracted to my husband, that nothing is wrong with a little flirting.”

“You think they are flirting?” he questioned.

“What do you think?”

Eliza was not sure what to think herself, but looking at Chloe and her husband she was not sure what kind of complication that this would make…

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Retro: Cut the Cord

Has Cleo cut the cord with Cadmus with Him? Time will tell, here is a retro post with the two of them.

 

Cleo looked over at Oscar as he slept beside her, her discarded fishnets under her on the bed. She was restless. Her eyes were damp, as well as her temples. The state between sleep and wake was the most truthful in her experience. The dream that she just had about Cadmus had not changed her experience at all.

She had been running from him in the dream—after they had made love. Cleo had made love to him from top to bottom with her mouth—his lips, his nipples, lower and lower until she reached his toes and then she ran away from him after she sucked his pinkie toe. Ashamed and sated, she hated herself for the feeling even still, woken up.

Cadmus had not been good for her. She broke up with him because they did nothing but fortify behaviors in each other that she did not want to enhance.

But she still missed him and loved him. It was obvious from her dream. If he called her in the middle of the night to talk to her, she would be there for him until she was watery-eyed and went to work a sleep-deprived mess. He needed to go over everything in his life with her, and she was too involved with him not to listen because she still cared about his every movement.

A notification flashed on her phone, she saw just the C and grabbed it because she wanted to know what he needed.

What he wanted.

You up?

Her eyes moved over Oscar, as she touch typed in reply to his text.

Yes—you okay?

I just wanted to run something past you…

She texted him about his newest quandary until she was exhausted and he finally texted he was falling asleep while texting her.

She lie on her side again looking at Oscar, and wondered if she really had anything to wonder about with him and Eliza, or was it because she knew that even while she was happy to be with Oscar she still had such strong residual for Cadmus? She and Cadmus were just friends now, but still, she had him in her life—needed him in her life.

She couldn’t cut the cord.

 

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Independence Day

Cleo needed her independence.

She went on another “adventure”–to find him.

She knew that she needed to see him again, because she was so heavy when she went to touch herself that she could barely bring herself to achieve pleasure because her labia was thick. She ached for him, and she was afraid he would know it when he touched her.

“He”—she did not even say his name in her head, she thought of him “Him,” like something reverent. She texted him, and he texted her what was she waiting for? 

He touched her like she touched ripe fruit. Between her legs heavy and wet, he caressed her until she groaned with her need and ache.

“What?” he asked, as he touched her like he was picking a mango or something. Cleo was wet and sticky to the top of her thighs. She leaned against him helplessly, and he did not stop touching her.

“You…know…what!” she was incoherent to herself, as he played with her even more. She had memorized his fingers, and he touched her like he had memorized her.

“You have to tell me, you keep coming to me but you never tell me. I need to hear what you want from me,” he semi-pleaded.
“I want you,” she said helplessly, and he stopped touching her. He took her face in his hands and she could smell herself on his fingers. He kissed her, and she nibbled his lips like she was ingesting them. So hungry she was his lips, his taste, his mouth that she did not even need him to make contact with her body in any other way but their lips.

Cadmus had asked her if she had enjoyed her adventure—this was not an adventure anymore. She wanted this man, needed him in a way she had never needed Cadmus and she did not need to want Cadmus that way.

What she felt as her lips throbbed–both sets–was something she was not expecting to feel, and she wanted to explore it as much as she could.

With Him.

 

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Nocturnal Adventure

“Did you enjoy your adventure?” Cadmus had texted her, but was now asking her in a dream.

Cleo nodded because what else was she supposed to do? He searched her face in that way he did like he could see her truth—or not.

“It was not an adventure, he was nice to me and it was nice with him.”

She looked down to avoid looking in his eyes, and he lifted her chin up to look into them.

“Nicer than with me?”

“Different Cad,” his nickname lingered on her tongue as a double entendre. “Why are you doing this? Why are you asking me about him when you—“

He kissed her, hard. His tongue would have slammed into hers if tongues were heavier, and she embraced him, hungry for his kiss and the feel of him close to her body.

She thought she was over him, but as soon as he kissed her she realized she was not. She still wanted him, and she clung to him desperately. That core deep inside her screamed for him to get there.

When she rolled over onto her stomach and woke up alone, Cleo clawed at the sheets wet with her tears and an orgasm that left her gasping.

The dream had been too real, it had been a nocturnal adventure that she had had since Cadmus had been so interested in the dream, and as soon as she looked at her phone she saw that he had texted her. Panting and swallowing, she looked at her glowing handheld device like an oracle to explain everything. 

 

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