Impulse: Book
Four
MOVING ON
“Impulse:
A sudden inclination or urge”
The American
Heritage dictionary
By Mezzo
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INSTALLMENT
ELEVEN
It
had been two weeks since Tori had asked Brett to move in with
her. They had spent the last two weeks packing
Brett’s things and planning the move.
It
was a cool March Friday evening when Tori stepped out of the
elevator of her penthouse. She had expected to
see boxes strewn all over, but was surprised to see everything in its place. Looking around the penthouse, she searched for any
signs of her new roommate.
“Honey,
I’m home.” It was a great feeling to
be able to say that. Her dreams of sharing a
life with Brett were finally coming true. The
anxious woman waited for an answer, but she didn’t receive one. She felt a pang of disappointment as she continued
to search her home for her partner. Maybe
the movers couldn’t move her today. Tori searched the whole bottom floor and decided to go search for
Brett in their bedroom. She climbed the spiral
staircase that led to the master bedroom and again was disappointed when she approached
the slightly ajarred door and didn’t hear a sound.
She pushed the door open and stopped dead in her tracks when she caught sight of
the view before her.
“Hi,”
came the smokey voice of her young
lover.
“How
was your day at the office, dear?” Brett
was enjoying the look on
Tori
heard the words but her brain functions were unable to process a response. This was Brett’s first official day in the
penthouse and Tori was planning on
celebrating the occasion with her. Brett
obviously beat her to the punch and the tall executive was knocked out.
“Do
you plan on standing there all evening or are you going to give me a proper hello?” Brett gave Tori a come
hither look and spread out on the bed to wait for her lover to snap out of her haze.
Letting
out a breath that she didn’t realize she was holding, Tori
looked around the room for a moment and saw the candle lit dinner that Brett had prepared
in the corner of the room. The new resident
had lit the fireplace and spread little tea light candles around the chamber. Rose petals cast over the bed and all over the
floor. Somehow,
Brett
wore a ribbon that barely covered strategic part of her body and had a bow tied at the
cleft of her breasts. There was a note at the
end of the bow that simple said, “PULL.”
Not
one to disobey orders, Tori reached for the tip of the bow and
untied the silky fabric. The bow fell open and
the ribbon that surrounded her lover fell haplessly to the bed. Brett stretched back and Tori
was helpless to stop the call of the beautiful blonde's body to
her. She stepped out of her shoes and climbed
onto the bed. Brett sat up as Tori straddled her and they ensued in a heated kiss that rivaled
that of the flame that was burning in the fireplace. Hands
frantically traveled everywhere and Brett made quick work of the clothes that kept her
from the soft silky skin of Tori’s body. Before
they knew what was happening, the two were naked and carried away with the tide of their
two bodies crashing against each other.
******
The
sound of Ravel’s Bolero filled the room as the two lovers
lounged on the couch in front of the fireplace. They
had made love in various places around the room and had shared the sumptuous meal that
Brett had prepared.
Tori
was drawing tiny circles on the small of Brett’s back and was contented to lay there
with Brett in her arms for the rest of the night.
“Thank
you for tonight my love.” Tori placed a tender kiss on the top of Brett’s head and Brett
snuggled even closer enjoying the feeling of their joined bodies and the hypnotic caress
of Tori’s foot running up and down her leg.
“You’re
welcome. I wanted to make tonight very special.”
Brett tipped her head up and their mouths met.
“Mmmm…You certainly have. But wasn’t that my job? I mean you’re the one who’s moving in. I’m supposed to welcome your arrival.” Running a finger along Brett’s check, she
smiled and locked eyes with Brett’s bright beautiful green ones.
“Please.
It’s not everyday that a girl is swept away by a Princess and is taken to the castle
to live happily ever after. I can’t tell
you how it feels to know that you and I are going to wake up and go to sleep in each
other’s arms everyday. To know that when we say ‘we’re going home’, it will be
together. You’ve made me the
happiest woman in the world. A little Chicken Marsala and linguine can hardly make up for that.” Brett adjusted her head on the older woman's
shoulder and let out a contented sigh.
“A
mighty fine Chicken Marsala it was my love. I was just dreaming about it.” Tori licked her lips
and Brett’s heart warmed at Tori’s enjoyment of her culinary skills. “Is there anymore? That was wonderful.” Tori’s stomach chose that moment to rumble and
they both laughed.
“There’s
a whole lot more downstairs. I’ll go get
some more for you.” Brett tried to get up
but was stopped by Tori’s arms around her.
“One
moment…. I’ll go get it when I’m finished singing your praises.” Tori sank even deeper
into the warmth that she shared with Brett and they shared tiny nips and kisses between
words of love.
“You
don’t owe me a thing, Brett. Just having
you here, sharing my life with me is all I will ever need.
You have made me….hands down….. the happiest
woman in the world.” Tori
captured Brett’s lips and they savored each other thoroughly forgetting the food as
they chased the rest of the night and a portion of the morning delighting in each
other’s arms.
TO BE CONTINUED. Installment Twelve
Impulse: Book
Four
MOVING ON