The Crown

Evening meetings and embraces

Victoria rolled onto her back in the empty bed, staring blankly at the stark white walls. Her husband was once again, spending the night with his buddies. She didn't manage to get good sleep for weeks, due to the terror of having Antonia Ann Koster in her home. She looked at the digital clock on the bedside table. It read 2:17 AM.

Deciding that it was never too early to get her morning drink, Victoria got out of bed, slipped on her house shoes and walked over to the kitchen.

Silently she grabbed a wine bottle and a glass, taking a seat at the nearby table. As she took small sips of the red wine, she looked at the sky that peaked through the crack of the curtains. Some stars appeared to twinkle slightly and Victoria promptly made a decision.

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Victoria found herself in her garden, just enjoying the view, the silence and her glass of wine. The garden was full of the flower seeds she had planted recently, some flowers already starting to bloom. Bathed in the silvery light of the moon, the scenery truly looked beautiful.

"Gorgeous, isn't it?' An awfully familiar voice asked. Victoria whirled around, suddenly cold in her nightgown.

Antonia was lazily floating near a brick wall. "You know, this used to be my  flower garden." Said the dark haired woman.

"What?" Asked Victoria, perplexed. Instead of answering, the other woman turned her head away from the blonde, ending the discussion. Tense moments of silence followed and Victoria waited anxiously. Antonia quickly picked up on the other woman's distress.

"Why so fidgety, Torie darling?" Antonia couldn't keep the smirk off her face, slowly stepping towards her prey, striking fear in Victoria's heart. Victoria looked up from the ground, doe eyed and slightly afraid.

In an instant, Antonia was right in front of her blonde 'friend', making the other woman jump backwards, her heart almost jumping out of her chest. Antonia giggled to herself and followed Victoria's steps, hugging the frightened woman when she was near enough. "Calm down a bit, will ya? I'm not bitin'" Then, Antonia leaned away from the other woman, just so she could bring her close again with a kiss.

Their embrace was full of fiery passion, only ending for a gasp of air. Victoria couldn't deny, not to herself at least, that Antonia was a good kisser and she ended up satisfied after their encounters each time.

Antonia then moved lower, letting her soft, pink lips ghost over Victoria's neck, licking a spot from time to time. Victoria was making her sounds as low as she could, desperate to keep the children or worse, Ben from hearing her.

The blonde was torn between desire and common sense, until Antonia's talented fingers started caressing her sides. After that crucial, forbidden moment, Victoria let herself fall into the pleasurable abyss that was the dark haired seductress in front of her.

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Hours later, the two women were sitting on the grass, holding each other. Their legs tangled together, watching the sunrise in relaxed silence. Victoria allowed herself a few moments of vulnerability as she inhaled Antonia's unique smell. Earthy yet sweet, faint but still felt. She let her mind shut out any sounds or thoughts, all she could concentrate on was Antonia's delicious body pressed closely against her own. She let a small smile show.

Antonia was massaging Victoria's scalp, whispering sweet nothings in the morning air. Both cherishing these sweet, quiet moments of peace they so rarely enjoyed. Antonia decided to voice a question that had been bothering her for a few days.

"Torie darlin'?" Antonia smiled as she heard the small 'mhm' coming from her sleepy lover. "Is Richard still alive?" Victoria was slightly confused until the image of the white haired, wrinkled kind old man came to mind. "Yea" the blonde finally murmured as a response.

Antonia had a devilish smile on her face as she said: "Good. We'll pay him a little visit soon. For now, let's get a good rest, ok?" Victoria hummed in agreement, not really thinking about Antonia's statement, before sleep finally took her.

The dark haired woman sat for just a few moments, listening to her partner's soft snores and the nature around them. She spotted with amusement the forgotten shards of an old wine glass. 'Maybe I'll finally know true peace at last.' Was the last thought Antonia heard before her world faded into a dreamless sleep.