http://blondbomb.livejournal.com/16756.html 2002-12-24 19:21:00
Tallinn's picturesque old town finds them again in double occupancy.
"You don't strike me as a sedate married lady."
"Tell me about your husband."
"He demanded that I always speak Spanish."
"Okay, I'm game."
Ragnar falls silent. His roving hand that has been rhythmically stroking Despina pauses. "How long has he been gone?"
"More than nine months. My passport and driver's license read 'Miss', but my soul still feels married."
"The passport is new?"
"So that is natural. But the driver's license?"
"Was only a few months old when I went to Broken Lance."
"Then why change the driver's license? Aren't they good for several years?"
"Mine never got changed in the first place. I'm touring for distraction, for surcease, for revitalization. Romance right now just doesn't seem the right remedy."
His hand cups her chin, a thumb tenderly wiping away a stray tear. "Surcease. A distraction. I think I can manage that much." When he gently takes an ear lobe between his teeth, Despina feels an unexpected surge flash through her body.
He's so knowing. Always the right word, gesture, touch. I'm out of my league, here. I'm getting wet when I don't want to. It feels somehow disloyal. How can I be disloyal to a dead man? Stifling a sob, she rolls to one side and curls in on herself.
Ragnar curls himself protectively around her; one arm drapes over her side. Soon one breast lies contentedly snuggled in his palm, his knee between her legs.
Last updated 11/20/04.
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