A Spirit's Touch

Twenty-One. The Fitzpatricks

The faded red front door creaked slowly open and a heeled foot stepped inside to a quiet hallway of the newly rented small house in Loughborough.

Melissa Fitzpatrick looked the picturesque image of a 1950's newlywed housewife; she wore blue heels and a blue flower-embroidered dress that came to her knees with natural coloured tights covering her legs. Her dark blonde hair was straight, just passed her shoulders and kept in place with a wide blue headband. Her blue eyes glistened as she scanned over the small hallway and staircase of the place she and her husband now called home.

Samuel followed closely behind carrying two of the suitcases. His choice of fashion was more casual with his chinos, loose fitted shirt and converse for footwear; items that made up most of his wardrobe. He kept his hair short and tidy with a small fringe, his eyes were also blue and darted from the only door to the lounge and back to the stairs in multiple successions.

"Isn't it perfect, hon?" Mel said delightedly.

"For our first home, yes, I couldn't have asked for more," Samuel was a little more grounded than his wife. Mel saw a home, where as Sam saw a stop gap while they saved for their mortgage and their future forever home. This house was a stepping stone for him and nothing more.

"I'll bring the other boxes in. The van should be pretty close with the rest of the stuff." Sam gave his wife a peck on the cheek and went back outside.

Mel dragged the first two suitcases up the stairs and turned right towards the master bedroom. The house came with some furnishings, including a plush thick mattress divan bed that hardly looked used. She placed one suitcase on the bed itself and propped the other up against the wardrobe.

"Can you give me a hand please?" Came Sam's voice from the floor below.

By the time Mel got to him he was balancing three cardboard boxes halfway across the threshold of the front door. "You fool, what did I say about one at a time?"

"Sorry," he muttered. "I'm just trying to get ahead before the guys get here."

"You are daft at times." Melissa relieved Sam of one the boxes. It was marked Kitchen, so she carried it through the front room and around to the small kitchen. She unpacked it and immediately plugged in the kettle for its first use since going into the box.

Sam carried one of the other boxes up the stairs and into the master bedroom and placed it onto the floor. He was about to leave before spotting something odd. His suitcase was open on the bed and his underwear had been spread about on top of the bed. His favourite silk shirt was lying on the nearest pillow.

"Unpacking already? Why didn't she just put them straight into the wardrobe though?" Sam questioned the air. He shrugged his shoulders and made for the door. He stumbled over an obstacle beneath him and looked down to see Mel's suitcase in the door way. It was unzipped but it appeared to still be full.

Odd place to leave that, Sam thought as he left the room. He assumed she must have left it when he called for help. He thought no more of it as he descended the stairs.

Melissa was still in the kitchen when Sam ventured his way there. He placed his palms on her hips and began kissing her neck. Mel was eager to let it happen until she felt a squeeze on her right boob,  she pulled away from him then.

"Later, you have plenty to do if you want to keep your hands busy," she spoke with a gentle tone, but there was sternness in her words as if she was talking to a child.

Feeling a shot of rejection, Sam retreated, "I'll finish sorting the car out. Are you going to put the clothes away, honey?"

"I can, sweetness," Mel replied mockingly. She handed Sam a cup of tea and left the kitchen with her own.

"Oh Sam," Mel said under her breath when she entered the bedroom. "Is this why you were after my attention?" She inspected her own suitcase that was now lying down fully open. Her lingerie was lined up in matching sets across the bed and around her suitcase on the floor. "You are an idiot," she chuckled to herself.

Mel opened up one of the drawers and put away all her underwear and then another for Sam's. After she had put away some more clothes she sat on the edge of the bed facing the front window. She sat and stared for a while.

As if disturbed from a day dream Melissa felt as if she had just woken up to a strange sensation. A tug at her legs made her aware of where she was. Mel looked down at herself; her skirt was ruffled and had been lifted slightly. Her tights had various tears and ladder rips in them. Her finger tips felt a little sore, like she was tearing at them herself.

"What the- what have I done?" She stood up and rolled down her tights to take them off. She spun around and searched for the bin to throw them into.

A shiver came across her and she rubbed her arms. The air around her dropped a few degrees. Mel started walking out of the room, as she reached the door she felt the hem of her skirt lift up; she looked behind and saw it drop down again. "Huh?" Was all she could whisper and she quickly left the room.

Melissa did not want to think about the small incident any further and pushed it out of her mind. Her clothing was light and there was a breeze coming in from the open windows, an easy explanation.

She returned to her husband downstairs who had come back inside and was sat in the front room. The moving van pulled up as they hugged. Their new life awaited them and there was someone else very much looking forward to getting to know them both.

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A/N- How do you find the new characters? Since Jersey really liked Judith and lost her it does not hold back. You will see a lot more smut if you keep reading. You have been warned...

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