Different Type of Love

6

Cecilia.

December 3, 1945

Once I yell at her, she pins me on the wall. I don't know how to react. My heart with racing with excitement and terror. She is older than me, an actress, and the Governor's wife. She could do anything to me and no one would believe me. 

"Don't you ever raise your voice at me. I am asking you to leave, now." She growls. Putting her finger in my face. I begin to quiver, knowing she is infuriated with me. 

My eyes water and that is when she hits her face, groaning. "Go upstairs. I'll be there in a minute." She says brusquely. I wipe my eyes and head upstairs. I sit on her bed and notice myself in her nightgown.

I grab her spare blanket and wrap it around myself. I hug my knees and wait for her to come upstairs. A few minutes later, when I hear the steps creak after utter silence, I put my head on my knees and to hide my guilt filled face. 

"Don't say anything." I whisper to myself. I feel myself rise on the bed, signifying she has just sat down. 

"Cecilia." I hear her voice far but she cant be? She is on the bed with me. I finally lift my head to see her in the far corner on my right. She isn't facing me but continues to speak. "I apologize. You kept insisting on leaving so I guess I got irritated. I-" She says.

"Only because I am aware I am bothersome. Your life style is difficult. You're a mother, a wife, and so many people, you don't even know exist, look up to you. You have so much pressure, I don't want to add on to that." I explain, I hear my voice shaking but I don't care. I finally out my head back down. 

"Cecilia, I want you to be bothersome." She laughs. "You're adorable. I enjoy your company, honest. You're simply splendid." She says, I feel her tender touch as she places her hand on my shoulder. She runs her hand down my arm and it lands on my hip. I finally let go of my knees and place my feet on the floor. She removes the cover from my body and grabs me. 

"Elodie." I say breathing heavily. I notice her watching me as my chest flies up and down. I hear her chuckle. 

"Must I say, you're so precious when you're flustered." She says in my ear, I feel her lips on my neck. I shiver and grab the sheets. She makes me feel so... so special under her care. I want to be closer, I need to be closer.

I sit in her lap now, I put her arms around myself so that she's holding me in a way. I put both of my hands on her collarbone. She looks at me, with the smallest smirk placed on her face. She grabs the bow that's keeping her robe closed and slowly undoes it, giving me time to stop her, but I don't. 

I watch, watch as she reveals her body to me. I stare in awe. She puts her hand on my neck and softly squeezes. She starts off slow, giving me a kiss on my lips. I slightingly move my hip as she kissed me deeper. Even the tip of her tongue had me on edge.

 She kisses me passionately and runs her hands down my body. She does everything I've ever wanted and more. She finally moves me off of her and lays me down, getting on top. She holds my hands down and intertwines our fingers. She softly kissed my neck to then puts her lips near mine doesn't dare let them touch one another. 

"Stop fiddling with me." I whine, arching my back, trying to reach her.

"You're trembling." She says, letting me go and tying her robe back up. "I understand you're excited but you're young."

"I'm not." I sigh.

"Let's be honest with ourselves, you don't know what you want yet. Give it some thought first, okay?" She advises. I nod with disappointment.