Voyage 2002

"I'm gonna eat you. You and that fantastic body of yours." July 2002 / Agnetha

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL MATERIAL. IF IT'S NOT FOR YOU, DON'T READ IT, PLEASE. ME & I. 

***** FOR ALL THE BJORNETHA SHIPPERS *****

Dordogne, Southern France

As if she came from another planet, no idea where she was. She stared at some ceiling, wondering what day it was, what time it was and above all - why. Sleepy, she rolled onto her side. She automatically smiled when she saw Björn lying next to her and moved towards him. Oh yeah, France, the Dordogne, it was Monday and she had just made love to Björn. It had been so intimate. It was the first time, during this holiday, that they finally had some time for each other. The first few days had been overshadowed by Lena's dirty trick, which - combined with other things - had caused her to freak out completely.

The woman had, by the way, done her best to apologise. Already the next day, a considerable bouquet of flowers had been delivered. "I am sorry, Agnetha. This wasn't my intention. Lena." Although Björn thought it was nonsense, she had sent a text message to thank her. Lena's response was 'I wish the two of you happiness and love' and then she felt sorry for her. How 'nice' it was to see the one you loved happy together with someone else...

Due to Lena-Gate, however, she had been 0.0 percent in the mood for anything. During the day they went out with the children and Benny and Frida, in the evening she fell asleep like a log. Apart from her own emotions, Emma had not been able to find a way to express herself either. For the first twenty-four hours, Björn's middle daughter had expertly avoided her. Then Björn had spoken to her and found out that she still felt guilty. Agnetha thought that Emma was just angry with her because her mother clearly wanted the man she had, but that turned out not to be the case... Once she knew what the problem was, she had taken the initiative to go for a walk with Emma. She had reluctantly said 'yes' and had burst into tears after the third step. Fortunately, the air had cleared quite quickly. "I prefer you over anyone else, Agnetha, I mean it! And I didn't know she would do this. I thought she would only talk to him." 

"It's okay, Emmy," she had said, putting her arm around her shoulders. "There was more to it than that. Also the flying and that everlasting thing with that ex of mine."

"I'm so sorry that you..."

"... yes, I know," she had interrupted her, "but it's not your problem. Your Dad and I are grown-ups and we deal with it. You don't have to think about any of this. Unfortunately this was just too much stress and then this is how I react these days."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be. It's over now, okay?"

Later they talked about other things. About Emma's studies and about The Life Of Pi, a book she had just read and which really appealed to her. Emma asked her if she wanted to read it too. Naturally, she nodded. Not that she could read such an English book or that she had the peace of mind for it, but she would do anything to strengthen the bond between her and Björn's bookworm. Back in the gîte, she had asked Björn if there was a translation of it, as far as he knew, and on that brilliant Internet he always talked about, he had found an answer within a few clicks.

So, Björn... She was lying in his comfortable bed in his luxuriously furnished bedroom. Everything was white. After the divorce, he had restyled the house. It was his home, in a lovely Mediterranean setting. She put her head against his shoulder and looked to see if he reacted. He slowly opened his eyes. "Hi sweetheart," she said, raising herself on her elbows so she could give him a kiss.

He put his arm around her and pulled her towards him. "Hello beautiful. Did you sleep well?"

She chuckled. "Yes, I was relaxed. That helped."