Misfortune of the Best Kind.
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Romance › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,843
Reviews:
7
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0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Part 7
Part 7
When Anna awoke, she felt a small throbbing in her lower region. Remembering what had happened she couldn’t stop the blush from appearing. Taking in a deep breath, Anna propped herself up so that she was sitting.
Anna rubbed her forehead and brushed her hair out of her face. When she looked up, she saw Christine in an armchair by the window looking into a book.
Christine, sensing that Anna was awake, looked up.
When she saw Anna, she simply smiled. Anna could do nothing but try to return the gesture. Although Anna’s was more of a grimace than a smile.
“Do you remember Anna, it was always Christine and Anna….Always Christine and Anna…” She trailed off, looking back in the book on her lap. Anna grimaced, the pain was more intense when she tried to move.
“Christine, you’re confusing me.” Anna voice came out as a croak, as if she had been screaming - which she had been. She hung her head. This was not meant to happen. Christine, with her beauty and charm was supposed to fall in love with the a man that would love her always, and Anna...Anna was always going to be the best friend on the sidelines.
Still looking into the book, Christine began to hum.
“Do remember this song, Anna?” Christine asked softly.
“Yes…You made it up….when we were little girls…you would be the princess and I, your knight.” Anna said, not able to look up, for the fear of Christine seeing the betrayal in her eyes. An eternity seemed to pass as neither one of the uttered a sound or moved.
“Anna? Do you still stutter when you’re nervous or scared.” Christine asked with a curious grin on her face.
“W-What? N-n-n….Maybe.” Anna finally said. Terrified that Christine knew.
Christine let out a little laugh.
“You haven’t changed, Anna. You are just as I remember you.” Christine said looking at her.
Anna did not meet her eye. Christine sighed softly and closed her book. Slowly standing up, Christine walked over to Anna and set beside her on the bed. She lifted her hand up and brushed a stray lock of Anna’s hair behind her ear. She trailed her hand behind Anna’s neck and rested it gently there. Leaning toward her ear she whispered softly, “You haven’t even given me a kiss yet, Anna.”
She brought her face closer to Anna’s and tenderly put her lips on Anna’s own.
With that simple kiss Anna remembered all of the good things about her life, the time when she was the happiest…her childhood.
***Flashback***
They were sneaking into the heavy woods behind her house. Something they should not be doing, her mother will get so angry if she finds out.
Domenico stands behind the window. His golden hair shines and his eyes are knowing. They whisper to Anna, ’I will not tell your secret, but return home soon-return to me.’ Anna will, yet she still blushes knowing that her father knows of what they do when they are alone. How Christine and she whisper in each others ears, and kiss each others lips and touch each other. How they gasp and dace naked in the moonlight as cicadas compose the music to their dance.
Domenico blows her a kiss, and puts his finger to his lips, ‘Be quiet or some might hear.’
Anna smiles and returns his kiss. Christine stands on the edge of the forest, looking at her father with longing.
And now they run. Holding each other’s hand, they run. They are thirteen and without thoughts of the future, without worry or guilt or shame. They just are.
They reach the clearing with the great Weeping Willow in its center. Slowly they walk towards her, but they have to be careful, or they may wake her up. And they don’t fancy being swallowed by Willow.
Willow is there friend as well, they kiss her and whisper that she stay asleep till another day. When they are done with this, they circle Willow, touching her every nook. Caressing her rough bark.
Christine and Anna meet each other’s eyes for a second, but quickly look away. Still circling the tree they play their shy game until one of them reaches out and touches the other. When the first move is made the other one follows with her own caress and so they go. One of them finally takes the initiative to kiss the other and they fall to the ground, a mess of giggles and soft gasps.
They explore and feel until they are satisfied. Most days they do this for hours. Time no longer existing. When darkness coats the sky they are no longer sure if this is their real world or just a dream, an illusion they have created. So they simply lay there. Naked, their legs entwined. Bodies coated in a thin sheen of sweat and there breaths labored. They can see some stars through the branches. They are protected by their Willow, her arms thrown around them.
Looking into each other’s eyes, they dream. Of the future. Christine with her great ambitions and desire for adventure and Anna with her wish for serenity and love.
When the moon hangs right above their heads they know that it’s time to go home.
They stand unhurriedly, putting on each other’s clothes. They are tired and want to sleep, but they still run through the forest anyways, laughing and dancing all the way.
When they reach her home, they enter the house quietly. Her father sits, reading and inhaling the sweetness of the long cannabis. Anna walks over to him and gives him a kiss, Domenico looks up. He smiles, pulls her down and kisses her on the mouth. Anna and Christine laugh at her father’s antics. Her mother walks into the room and stands in the doorframe.
“Where have you been Anna?” Her mother asks in a strained voice.
“Leave them alone, they were playing.” Domenico retorts.
Her mother stands there for a minute, hands clenched and Anna can feel the fight coming on. But no, her father rescues them.
“Darling, really. They’re only children still. Let them have their fun. And we can have ours.” Domenico rumbles in a teasing way, sweeping his wife into his arms, all previous hostility forgotten. Anna’s mother laughs and her father kisses her.
Christine and Anna laugh and swiftly scramble out of the room, Anna doesn’t miss the wink her father sends their way.
That night, Anna and Christine giggle and cover their ears at the shrieks that come out of her parents room.
And again they dream…
***End Flashback***
Christine ends the kiss, but Anna doesn’t open her eyes. She wishes this feeling would go on forever. She feels cleansed, forgiven.
“Fond memories?” A decidedly mocking voice asks.
‘I’ve almost forgotten about him.” Anna thought to herself despondently. She doesn't look away from Christine's pretty eyes.
"Yes." She says finally, triumphantly.
When Anna awoke, she felt a small throbbing in her lower region. Remembering what had happened she couldn’t stop the blush from appearing. Taking in a deep breath, Anna propped herself up so that she was sitting.
Anna rubbed her forehead and brushed her hair out of her face. When she looked up, she saw Christine in an armchair by the window looking into a book.
Christine, sensing that Anna was awake, looked up.
When she saw Anna, she simply smiled. Anna could do nothing but try to return the gesture. Although Anna’s was more of a grimace than a smile.
“Do you remember Anna, it was always Christine and Anna….Always Christine and Anna…” She trailed off, looking back in the book on her lap. Anna grimaced, the pain was more intense when she tried to move.
“Christine, you’re confusing me.” Anna voice came out as a croak, as if she had been screaming - which she had been. She hung her head. This was not meant to happen. Christine, with her beauty and charm was supposed to fall in love with the a man that would love her always, and Anna...Anna was always going to be the best friend on the sidelines.
Still looking into the book, Christine began to hum.
“Do remember this song, Anna?” Christine asked softly.
“Yes…You made it up….when we were little girls…you would be the princess and I, your knight.” Anna said, not able to look up, for the fear of Christine seeing the betrayal in her eyes. An eternity seemed to pass as neither one of the uttered a sound or moved.
“Anna? Do you still stutter when you’re nervous or scared.” Christine asked with a curious grin on her face.
“W-What? N-n-n….Maybe.” Anna finally said. Terrified that Christine knew.
Christine let out a little laugh.
“You haven’t changed, Anna. You are just as I remember you.” Christine said looking at her.
Anna did not meet her eye. Christine sighed softly and closed her book. Slowly standing up, Christine walked over to Anna and set beside her on the bed. She lifted her hand up and brushed a stray lock of Anna’s hair behind her ear. She trailed her hand behind Anna’s neck and rested it gently there. Leaning toward her ear she whispered softly, “You haven’t even given me a kiss yet, Anna.”
She brought her face closer to Anna’s and tenderly put her lips on Anna’s own.
With that simple kiss Anna remembered all of the good things about her life, the time when she was the happiest…her childhood.
***Flashback***
They were sneaking into the heavy woods behind her house. Something they should not be doing, her mother will get so angry if she finds out.
Domenico stands behind the window. His golden hair shines and his eyes are knowing. They whisper to Anna, ’I will not tell your secret, but return home soon-return to me.’ Anna will, yet she still blushes knowing that her father knows of what they do when they are alone. How Christine and she whisper in each others ears, and kiss each others lips and touch each other. How they gasp and dace naked in the moonlight as cicadas compose the music to their dance.
Domenico blows her a kiss, and puts his finger to his lips, ‘Be quiet or some might hear.’
Anna smiles and returns his kiss. Christine stands on the edge of the forest, looking at her father with longing.
And now they run. Holding each other’s hand, they run. They are thirteen and without thoughts of the future, without worry or guilt or shame. They just are.
They reach the clearing with the great Weeping Willow in its center. Slowly they walk towards her, but they have to be careful, or they may wake her up. And they don’t fancy being swallowed by Willow.
Willow is there friend as well, they kiss her and whisper that she stay asleep till another day. When they are done with this, they circle Willow, touching her every nook. Caressing her rough bark.
Christine and Anna meet each other’s eyes for a second, but quickly look away. Still circling the tree they play their shy game until one of them reaches out and touches the other. When the first move is made the other one follows with her own caress and so they go. One of them finally takes the initiative to kiss the other and they fall to the ground, a mess of giggles and soft gasps.
They explore and feel until they are satisfied. Most days they do this for hours. Time no longer existing. When darkness coats the sky they are no longer sure if this is their real world or just a dream, an illusion they have created. So they simply lay there. Naked, their legs entwined. Bodies coated in a thin sheen of sweat and there breaths labored. They can see some stars through the branches. They are protected by their Willow, her arms thrown around them.
Looking into each other’s eyes, they dream. Of the future. Christine with her great ambitions and desire for adventure and Anna with her wish for serenity and love.
When the moon hangs right above their heads they know that it’s time to go home.
They stand unhurriedly, putting on each other’s clothes. They are tired and want to sleep, but they still run through the forest anyways, laughing and dancing all the way.
When they reach her home, they enter the house quietly. Her father sits, reading and inhaling the sweetness of the long cannabis. Anna walks over to him and gives him a kiss, Domenico looks up. He smiles, pulls her down and kisses her on the mouth. Anna and Christine laugh at her father’s antics. Her mother walks into the room and stands in the doorframe.
“Where have you been Anna?” Her mother asks in a strained voice.
“Leave them alone, they were playing.” Domenico retorts.
Her mother stands there for a minute, hands clenched and Anna can feel the fight coming on. But no, her father rescues them.
“Darling, really. They’re only children still. Let them have their fun. And we can have ours.” Domenico rumbles in a teasing way, sweeping his wife into his arms, all previous hostility forgotten. Anna’s mother laughs and her father kisses her.
Christine and Anna laugh and swiftly scramble out of the room, Anna doesn’t miss the wink her father sends their way.
That night, Anna and Christine giggle and cover their ears at the shrieks that come out of her parents room.
And again they dream…
***End Flashback***
Christine ends the kiss, but Anna doesn’t open her eyes. She wishes this feeling would go on forever. She feels cleansed, forgiven.
“Fond memories?” A decidedly mocking voice asks.
‘I’ve almost forgotten about him.” Anna thought to herself despondently. She doesn't look away from Christine's pretty eyes.
"Yes." She says finally, triumphantly.