Ella & Vlad at the end

#13 - morning rush

Worn from all the night activities including seconds on snacks Vladimir slept through the morning change. Alone in the mansion's king sized bed he's awoken by the sound of high heel shoes on ceramic flooring. Cracking open the eyes he softly mumbles, "Ella?"

Realizing the room in and now daylight Vladimir glances about. Just past the, now out, fireplace he glimpses a woman in the bathroom. Her perfectly average body barely covered in a white silk floral patterned robe. Switching legs back and forth she scrutinizes shoes worn with the aid of a full-length mirror.

Vladimir's unable to see her face. Ella's never Bob-cut her hair that short and never dyes it that black either... I'm still with Filomena that's got to be her in the flesh. Bringing his hand into view ensures this reality and not a dream. Get to meet the woman now.

Filomena straightens up turning to clip clop back into the walk-in closet. Revealing her profile Vlad's heart rate picks up, a strikingly pretty face with a nose just slightly turned up like his.

Wrapping up in the burgundy satin bed sheet Vladimir rises to formally greet her.

Walking to the bathroom he startles her coming back out of the closet.

"Holy shit!" Fil gasps touching chest with one hand and raises the other over the mouth to keep from screaming. Realizing whom it is she giggles, "it's just you."

"Sorry," Vladimir smiles at her pretty face and bright baby blue eyes, "I didn't mean to scare you just had to meet the person, good morning Filomena." He awkwardly extends a hand for a shake.

"It's okay,"ignoring his extended hand  Fil surveys his finely formed stature from shoulders down, "good morning to you, "glimpsing the shoes worn in the mirror walks past him lightly caressing the extended arm, "sorry if I woke you walking back and forth. But I just had to try on these shoes. Especially as they're in my size, most of them." She kicks back a calf displaying a rhinestone encrusted four inch heel, "these are a bit much and nowhere to wear them these days."

As she poses with the shoes in the mirror Vladimir studies her whole figure, "can't think of a nightclub or dance hall around. I take it you didn't sleep too well?"

She shrugs, "new place and all. Heard a heavy vehicle before sunrise and slipped out side to see what it was. Only saw lights of a truck on a road or two over."

"Oh yeah?" He was about to try and touch her but doesn't like hearing that, "could you tell where it was going or what kind of truck?"

"Towards the city," she shrugs figuring a group of diseased and dying out trying to find salvation, "I thought a transport truck but could be like a long highway bus. It had the orange lights along the top." Liking the shoes but knowing they're no use she returns to the closet, "gorgeous but impractical. Since you're up, are you up for a little human loving from Filomena the woman? Last night was amusing but didn't get me where I needed."

"That I recall I was getting pretty good at," he slyly grins as she broaches the internal query.

"Good," admiring his handsome face and toned torso she kicks off the heels and turns with an equally sly grin, "because watching you sleep Vlad I was tempted to take advantage of you. Even if I had to play a girl you were dreaming of."

Standing aside motioning towards the bed Vladimir replies smartly, "I think it's you I'd always been dreaming of waking too."

"Oh really?" Even if said as mere motivation she smiles widely appreciating the romantic sentiment, "Vlad honey I'm about to make you certain of it." She takes his hand to lead him back to the bed.

Most willingly he follows, "if that's the way it's to be. Um is there something specific in mind or wing it?"

Winging it makes her giggle, "I think starting off like last night would be divine. Wing it after."