Chapter 22

TWENTY-TWO

“I really need a shower,” Georgia suddenly announced. It was now morning and they had lied awake for over an hour. She rested her head on the arm he put around her and he caressed her hair gently. “You should be glad I’m here because you would have never managed on your own,” he said and she looked offended. “I’m doing perfectly fine on my own!”

He pulled his arm away from underneath her and rose from the bed.

“Stay right here,” he said and bend over to press a kiss on her lips. “You don’t have to be afraid that I’m running away from you…” she said and lifted her pained ankle to remind him.

He chuckled and turned around in the doorway before he disappeared. “And that is so nice for a change baby.”

When he came back he had stripped down to his boxers and he scooped her in his arms. She yelled that he had to put her down but he refused. He only wrapped his arms tighter around her and buried his nose in her hair for a second. He was pleased to notice she gave up quickly. When they arrived in the bathroom she saw he was filling up the bathtub. He put her down carefully so she could take off her clothes and he helped her climb over the edge of the tub. She moaned as she lowered herself in to the hot water and he came sitting right behind her.

“This is so good,” she whispered as he put his legs around her and she rested her back against his chest.

They sat like that and she played with his hands that rested on her upper legs. Then out of nowhere she started to talk. “Are you into poetry? I always adored Oscar Wilde,” she said. “When I was a kid I made everybody believe we were related. Most kids didn’t even know who he was, I mean… they would make up stories about some boyband member being their nephew but Oscar Wilde was the man for me...”

He laughed.  He rested his chin on top of her head and listened as she continued and told him more about the childhood she had before she really started to work on her career at the still incredible young age of nine. It made him wonder how she could be so exceptional, even at the age of six. Most kids that age, beside the very fortunate ones, didn’t know anything about poetry. And now Georgia told him she asked her mum to read her poetry before she went to sleep at night.

When she was done talking about her childhood she asked him about his own and after that the conversation continued. A comfortable conversation about everything. He discovered immediately after he met her that he found it really interesting to have conversations with her about life and art and music and even the news. Although most of the time she had no idea what was really going on with the world. Unlike with other people though it  never annoyed him that he had to update her on things like the news all the time. Even though she didn’t even care for most of it.

“It frustrates me that people are supposed to have an opinion about everything all the time. I can’t have an opinion about everything right? Nobody can, because nobody is interested in every single damn thing that happens in the world.”

Jon drew a line across her stomach and slid his hands upwards to cup her breasts. She tilted her head back to look at him and he kissed her. “More people should be like you Georgia…” he whispered. “I don’t think that is a very good idea…” she said sounding serious and he laughed softly. “Not for my heart it won’t,” he whispered, more to himself than to her. After that they lied in silence until their skins were all wrinkled and the soap was gone. She raised a hand to examine it and laughed. He smiled into her hair.

“You know…” he said, “if it wasn’t for your damn ankle I would have fucked you right here…” She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. “If it wasn’t for my damn ankle we wouldn’t be here in the first place,” she said. “Then maybe that is the only good thing about this…” he replied. He lifted himself out of the water then and stepped on the tiles. “Can you stand up without using your foot?”

She looked up at him. “I’m a ballerina, what do you think?”

When she lifted herself on one foot using her arms she made it look incredibly easy. She pulled a satisfied face at him. “Like I said, I can manage on my own…” He helped her get out of the bath and wrapped her up in a robe before he quickly dried himself with a towel. Then he scooped her in his arms again and he led her back to the bed. The fact that she no longer made comments about her being able to walk by herself told him she still had to be in more pain than she’d ever admit to him.

When he put her down on the edge of the bed her robe fell open and she pushed it off her shoulders and let herself fall back in the cushions on the bed. Before he climbed on it as well he took a moment to look at her. Her body was all rose and glowy from the long bath they took and her ankle was still a disturbing mixture of purple and blue. Her face was all fresh and clean and natural, without any make up. The look of an angel, but he knew better. He moved himself between her legs and buried his nose in her neck. She smelled after soap and her skin was so soft. She pulled him down for a kiss and he enveloped her lower lip between his before he slid his tongue inside. After a while she wrapped her left leg around his waist to pull him down and he sank into her. He took it slow and tried to be careful because he didn’t want to hurt her. She always seemed fragile under his touch but now she was hurt it only triggered his urge to protect her. As he thought about that he smiled into the kiss because she would kill him if she knew what he was thinking at that moment.

When he pulled his mouth away from hers for a second to look at her beautiful face beneath him she immediately lifted her head off the pillows to reach for his mouth again. She needed to taste him as much as she wanted to feel him inside of her. She wanted every inch of him because she knew that soon, too soon he would be gone again. She moaned into his mouth as he continued to move in and out, slowly and careful, for the first time.

They kissed until Georgia pushed her head back in the pillows and closed her eyes. He followed the lines of her full parted lips with his fingers and as she arched her back and pushed her hips up to meet his he grabbed them tight.

“Open your eyes,” he panted, his voice husky. She did what he asked her and looked right in his bright blue eyes as her orgasm build before it exploded.

“Oh my God, Jon…” she panted. Jon groaned as he then came inside her and she trembled beneath him, wrapping her arms and one leg around him to keep him right there. He carefully rolled over to his back so she landed on top of him. He was still inside her and she didn’t move. They just laid like that for a while and combed her hair with his fingers. It was moist from sweat and soapy water.  

“You’re so beautiful Georgia…” he whispered.

She lifted her head to look at him, she wanted to make a joke about it, tell him he was quite alright himself, say something – anything, but she didn’t. Because she knew that this was the first time he said it to her. And she knew that the words meant the same as those three other words, that he couldn’t or wouldn’t say. Not yet anyway. She rested her chin on his chest and ran her fingers through his wet hair before she softly pressed  her hands against his cheeks.

“Thank you for not leaving me…” she said.