#LoveScenes (R18 Jamie Dornan & Dakota Johnson fanfic Discontinued)

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: SEVENyearITCH

A/N Festive season greetings to everyone!

The last update was the preview to Chapter 24. That chapter has changed substantially in the last couple of weeks. When posted it was about 1,200 words, it is about 3,600 words now...it's waiting to be read whenever you are ready!

Chapter 25 adds new points of view to this Damie romance. Anyone interested in photos of the cottage in the Cotswolds cottage described in this update, click the link in the first comment to this chapter.

Without further ado...here's SEVENyearITCH.

October, 11, 2014

The ringing merged into Dakota's subconscious.

She was on location in Vancouver. The phone kept ringing but Sam was standing watching the action undisturbed by the noise. Sam was dressed in casual blue stone washed jeans, an oversized white t-shirt and blue jean cap. Jamie gazed into Dakota's eyes intently, stirring passion in her body. They were both in costume as Jamie flung her into the air. A split second of weightless flight after which she landed with a bounce onto the couch, as cloud soft and comfortable as her bed at home.

Dakota waited for Sam to yell, "Cut!" But she did not. Wondering why Sam who managed a tight, well oiled set hadn't yet yelled 'cut', Dakota turned to where she was standing.

The set, the cast and crew dissolved. The persistent ringing morphed into her alarm clock. Blurry eyed, Dakota reached for the bedside table and tapped the top of it. The ringing did not stop.

Rousing from a semi conscious dream state to groggy consciousness, Dakota lifted her head from the fluffy pillows. The ringing was a Skype call coming through her iPad. The digital clock displayed sixteen hundred and five hours. Millie usually called just after putting Dulcie to bed. In the time it took to do a mental calculation, the digital clock displayed sixteen hundred and six hours. It was just after eleven o'clock at night in London. The time difference would increase to eight hours until the end of the month when it changed from British Summer Time to daylight saving time.

Dakota tapped her iPad screen to accept the call.

"Hiya! How was your day," Millie's soft sultry feminine voice with a clipped English accent came through the device.

Looking past her smiling face, short cropped hair and black silk robe to the large sized gold lettering 'J & M' hanging over the range oven, the bespoke handmade cream fitted units with oak work tops, Dakota surmised Millie was calling from their three bedroom Grade II listed cottage in the Cotswolds, South England. Jamie and Millie's country home was a mile from Prince Charles' Highgrove estate.

"You look a million dollars," Dakota looked at Millie's smiling face and short cropped natural hair. Dakota was conscious that unlike Millie she was physically and emotionally drained from the afternoon's events. Jamie was the blood gushing through her veins.  He had collared her.  Dakota was no longer free to sleep with anyone else until her agreement with Jamie was dissolved by one or both parties.  Trying to look cheerful for Millie but not succeeding, she said, "I thought you would be calling from Notting Hill since you booked studio time to record the new album."

"Speculation about Jamie's travel plans had the media buzzing around like scavengers wanting to feed on our carcasses.  I had to get away from the fracas on our door step before I said or did something I'd regret."

"You look relaxed.  The country air obviously agrees with you," Dakota beamed a warm but weary smile through the screen.

"Butter me up with sweet words why don't you," Millie beamed back, "Today there was no paparazzi, no fans, no Jamie getting up every five minutes to do push ups or running endlessly after Dulcie, my sanity is restored," She paused to take a deep breath, "Sorry, that was flippant, I do miss Jamie's never ending motion and hovering when it rubs me the wrong way. The trappings of super stardom though, I could do without."