TW: MENTION OF PAST TEENAGE SEXUAL ASSALT, DRUGGING, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND SELF-BLAME.
IT WILL GET QUITE HEAVY SO PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SKIP IF AT ANY POINT YOU FIND TOO UPSETTING OR INTESE.
Still a flashback......
Frida fiddled nervously with the top of her dress, lost in memories. She couldn't quite believe what had happened in the office earlier, that was so unprofessional! But, I guess that's just the power of Benny. Dear lord, Benny. Frida could easily recall the wonderful feeling of his lips on hers, him stroking her hair. Benny showing her how much he loved her. Did he still love her? Oh stop these silly thoughts Frida, you're a grown woman for Christ's sake! She'd better get going, otherwise she'd be late. After bidding her children a hasty farewell, Frida left the house, silver heals clicking on the pavement. Thankfully she'd made the decision to call ahead for a taxi and she'd meet Benny there, to avoid suspicion.
She gazed up at the large hotel through her large aviator sunglasses. 7:32pm, so only a couple of minutes late, but Benny still classed that as punctual. Climbing up the hotel steps slowly, Frida glided through the doors, immediately being hit by the atmosphere heavy in cheer and romance.
"Good evening. I believe there was a reservation made for two by a Mr. Andersson?" Frida cautiously asked, very aware that she was in a public place. "Ah, yes m'am. Mr Andersson has already arrived, so please follow me to your table." The waitress smiled at her, trying to not drop her work-image. The table was further away from the others, only illuminated by the Stockholm moon that bled through the massive windows. It looked like a painting, the light reflected on the small lake outside, though it was half hidden by the large reeds.
"You came." Benny's mouth hung open, eyes trailing over Frida's body. The way her dress accentuated her curves, the deep purple a bold contrast to her pale skin. It had a slight v-neck so a few of her freckles were exposed, making Benny go crazy. He could even see a hint of lavender lace but tried not to give himself hope. He swallowed, trying to form more words, but failing to do so.
Frida's Dress:
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"Yes, of course I did!" Frida sat down, not before giving him a warm hug, making Benny feel even more tense. "You look gorgeous." He breathed, revelling as she blushed. She is so cute! "Thank you Benny. You look lovely too." She smiled down into her lap. "How've you been Frida?" Benny craved to hear all about her. "I'm doing okay, you know. It's really been an eye-opener, our separation." "What do you mean?" He didn't like her answer at all. "About how even though I miss you so much, we truly need this time for us. A chance for rediscovery, if you will." Frida replied calmly, but took his hand. "I've already discovered enough about myself, thank you very much!" Benny chuckled.
"I really enjoyed today." Frida changed the subject, which Benny took note of. "I did too. You were great, baby." He smirked as her cheeks began to glow. "What do you want to eat?" She spluttered, picking up a menu to hide her face behind. "I don't know, what are you having?" "Mhhh, I think I'll go for the mushroom stroganoff." She unconsciously bit her lip. "I'll have that too!" Benny said immediately, despite not having a clue what it was. "Do you know what it is?" Frida burst out laughing. "Not exactly, no, but if you like it I'm sure I will too." He said firmly, squeezing her hand tight. "Well don't blame me if you're not a fan then!" She failed to hide her giggles. Benny raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, but that only made her wheeze harder. "You offend me, Mrs." He feigned annoyance, making Frida grin like a Cheshire Cat. Benny waved to a waiter, who sprinted towards them to take their order. After scribbling away with his pencil, he darted back to the kitchens, leaving them alone once more.
