Snow and the Wishing Well (Fallen Tales series)

Chapter 41

Chapter 41
Justin
I sat on a wooden bench, watching the clothes in the washing machine go round and round.
After last night, I didn't think it was right to wake Sarah up. She had taken an hour of my humming and stroking my fingers through her hair before she went back to sleep.
I couldn't stop thinking about her dream. Does Victoria have that much of a hold on her? That she even haunts Sarah's dream and makes her see her worse fears in front of her very eyes. Oh my poor Sarah.
I couldn't even begin to imagine what she goes through every day, what she went through. Not just to leave everything she had but also her morals, her beliefs, possibly even her pride. God, she didn't even go to her father's funeral.
Ding
I didn't bother turning around to see who had entered the laundry matt. Their shoes tapped on the leno floor as they walked to the other side of the matt. I frowned, feeling eyes on me. Was the person, watching me?
I slightly turned my head, as the person became a man. He was probably in his late forties, brown hair turning grey around his ears. He was sorting through some clothing, but I didn't miss the slight turning of his head. Had he been looking at me? Why had he been looking at me?
When the machine slowed, I saw this as my opportunity. I quickly took the basket that I had sat on the top of the washing machine, and through my clean clothes into it and got out of there as fast as I could.

When I got back, Sarah was still asleep. In her sleep, she had somehow buried her head under her pillow. I smiled, half chuckling to myself.
I walked around to my side of the bed and climbed in next to her, not bothering to be quiet. She groaned, waking up from her slumber. My hand disappeared under the covers, to her bare back. I ran it up and down her spine, watching her wiggle as I did. She groaned again. I saw my opportunity and took it. I shifted on top of her, nuzzling at her neck. She wiggled underneath me.
"What are you doing?" she moaned into her pillow.
"I'm distracting you," I mumbled in her ear.
I lifted my body, high enough for her to turn to face me. I cupped my hands over her cheeks, trying to ignore the fact that she only had her arm to cover both her perfect fair breasts. The worst part was that not only was she not trying that hard to cover them, but her eyes kept flicking back and forth from my eyes to her breasts, testing me.
We tried our bests to stifle our giggles, but it didn't work. I bowed my head, giving in, as she move her arm giving me excess. I worked my tongue over her peek nipple, hearing her sighs fill my ears.
"You really are a genius," she breathed.
I smiled lifting my head to see her relaxed face. It was such a different face from last night. Scared and terrified.
"Tell me your fantasy," she asked making me frowned.
"My fantasy?"
She nodded, "Everyman has one," when I didn't answer she suggested, "You know, like, Layla in a gold bikini. I once had a man –."
"Oh, that fantasy," I chuckled nervously.
"Come on," she said brushing my cheek. Then her face dropped, "Oh God, you're not the type of guy that's turned on by farm animal noises are you?"
"What? No!"
"Cause I will do it, I mean, I won't enjoy it but, for you –."
"Stop," I stopped her. A cheeky smile formed on my lips as I continued to think about ideas. Sarah in a gold bikini. Sarah in nothing but a towel. Sarah in nothing.
"You, you are my fantasy."
"Come on," she groaned sitting up on her elbows. She dropped her head back, flicking her hair and aching her back. It was like she was forcing her breasts into my face.
Focusing my thoughts on something else, I asked, "What is your fantasy?"
She lifted her head back, biting her lips as she lied back down.
"It's really stupid," she mumbled, intriguing me.
"I bet it's not," I reassured her, running my fingers through her hair, "Tell me."
"Well, just remember that I've never had a boyfriend before," she started, "I had this free standing bath at Willow Tree Abby. I had always imagined, I don't know, conceiving a kid in that thing."
I frowned, "You thought about conceiving a kid in your childhood bath?"
Teasing her wasn't the best solution.
"I knew you wouldn't understand," she said pushing me off her. She through her legs over the side of the bed, through on my old jumper and aimed to get to the bathroom.
"No Sarah, that's not –."
"No Justin –."
"Wait," I said taking her upper arm.
My breathing had become heavy and deep, as my eyes wondered down her back to her behind that was just covered by the jumper. My hand slid down her arms then creeped over to her belly.
"I would be proud, to have a baby with you," when she was still quiet, I continued, "For you to be the mother, of my children," I saw her swallow as I brushed my fingers against her soft cheek, "to make something so special, with someone so strong, so loving and incredibly amazing, that's my fantasy."
"Your just saying that so that I'm not mad or –."
"I'm not, I wouldn't, not to you."
She still didn't believe me.
"No, you don't, not you. Someone so high wouldn't want a child with someone that's fallen so low."
"Not you, no. Before I came to London, Ma and I had a conversation. Do you know what it was about?" I asked not expecting an answer, "It was about, that I wouldn't love a woman unless she had the same feelings about birds as I did," I sucked in a breath, finally admitting what I felt since that day I spotted her in the homeless shelter, "I've find that girl. My parents sent me here making me think that I was on the search for that perfect girl when they just thought that that person was Abbigail but they were wrong. It was you."
She swallowed as a tear escaped her eye.
"Don't cry my dear," I told her as she slightly turned to face me, "you said that Billy was the only person that didn't judge you for what you did to survive, and your probably right. But I am proud of you because of it."
Two more tears dropped, as her eyes locked to mine.
"Say it," she said her voice uneven, "I won't believe you until you say it."
I sighed, slowly backing her up against the war. I leaned in close, so close that I knew that we shared the same air.
"I love you Sarah, and I'm not afraid to admit it," I told her.
She was silent. I had professed my love for someone and she was quiet as a mouse.
"Say something," I whispered.
"I don't know what to stay. I'm afraid that when I do, you will leave me, like everyone else."
Sorrow hit my chest as I counted all the people she had lost. Her mother, her father, her maid, her home and her friend.
"I won't, I promise –."
"But my dream."
"It was only a dream," I reassured her.
She was silent again.
"Say it," I whispered, locking her lips to mine.
When we stopped, she said it, "I love you, I love you more than the sun loves to raise. I love you more than the tree loves to grow," she sighed, pausing, "I love you more than birds love to fly."
And that was it. She had said the words that will be the key to my heart forever. I cupped her nape, locking her lips to mine. She pealed off my long sleeved blue shirt then pulled of my grey t-shirt. I took the hum of the jumper, and lifted it off her body. I felt the button and my zipper on my jeans come loose, as I took her neck with my mouth.
"Justin, Justin," she pipped up quickly, slightly pushing me back.
"What?" I asked. What could be wrong?
"My rule," she stated.
My eyes widen.
"You have got to kidding me."
A cheeky smile formed on her face as she nodded her head.
"I couldn't resist," she admitted.
I smiled, taking her lips in mine.
Tugging at my jeans, she pulled them low enough till they could just fall off by themselves. Now that nothing could stand in our ways, I lifted her up by the thighs, locking her legs around my waste. Her fingers clawed at my back, trying to steadying herself. I felt her legs squeeze around me as she straighten her body against mine. This also gave me excess to her sweet  breasts. I took one of her nipples in my mouth. I ran my tongue over the peek and around the base, feeling the effects on her, as her grip on my shoulders and hips tightened.
Taking my focus from her breast to her eyes, I asked, "Should we think about taking this to the bed."
She shook her head, "not right now."