Falling for a British bloke

Chapter 6 - London air

A/N:

Phew, finally. Sorry for the long delay, first a little writers block had hit me and then real life was just too busy. But when I was able to write again it went quite fast.

I must admit I had lots of fun writing this chapter. Hope you have fun reading it as well... ;)

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October 2014

Sarah was feeling nervous. She sat in a window seat of the plane that brought her back to London. Back to Richard. She was fidgeting with the cuffs of her shirt, thinking about the days to come. Weird. You haven't been this nervous when Richard stayed at your house. But this was before the visit in London for the promotion of your book. Before the endless phone calls. Before the kiss...
Sarah leant back in her seat, her head on the headrest. She closed her eyes and sighed quietly, remembering the last weeks.

Richard had called Sarah only a week after she had left London to inform her about the latest details on Aidan's wedding. What had been ment as a short briefing had turned out to be nearly two hours on the phone, a burnt dinner on Sarah's side and a cold one on Richard's. They had been, as always, easy in their conversation, and had hit a multitude of topics from the well-being of Sarah's rabbits to Richards upcoming projects. They had laughed a lot, Richard had completely cracked up when Sarah had started swearing in a mixture of German and English expletives due to her ruined dinner and the smoke in her kitchen, and they had laughingly agreed that one of the first things you really learn of a foreign language when talking to a native would be the use of swear words.
Sarah had felt strangely elated after the call and had trouble finding sleep, when she had finally dozed off her head had been filled with images of Richard. Not the ones of the actor you could easily find on the internet, but personal memories, him riding her horse, after the run in London, him asleep in her car, standing on her balcony shirtless, the intense look in his eyes after he kissed her at the airport.... the kiss... the next morning Sarah had woken slightly battered and had shaken her head about herself when she had noticed her fingers touching her lips as she had remembered his mouth on hers.

After that the phone calls had become a nice habit, they had talked at least once a week and Sarah had been finding herself looking forward to their conversations. It had seemed like they always had something to talk about and the calls had always lasted for over an hour. She had come to terms with the fact that she always dreamed about him after the calls and the only thing she was a little sad about was that she was sure never to find a boyfriend again as the intended would always be compared with Richard who she was sure was far out of her reach in that case.

..ooOOoo..

Sarah was pulled out of her reverie by the sound of the bell announcing to fasten their seat belts in preparation for landing. When she exited the plane about half an hour later she felt strange tingles on her back remembering the last time she arrived at Gatwick airport. This time though she was greeted by a beaming Richard who pulled her into a bear hug, lifting her from the ground a little, and put her down with a shy peck on her cheek. "Just to make sure we don't dissent from your statement you wrote in my book..." He told her with a wink. Sarah smiled at him and slightly shook her head, praying that he didn't notice the weakness in her knees and hoping that her voice would not be too shaky. "Hi Richard!"
"So, how was your flight?"
"Oh, very nice. Had a great view across London during approach. It's a great autumn day today!"
"Yeah - but don't get used to the sunny weather, it's still England!"
"What a bummer! I was so hoping that this one was just a cliché!"
Richard chuckled and noticing his hands were still on Sarah's hips he quickly stepped back to get her suitcase. They started walking towards the exit next to each other and were soon deep in conversation again, Sarah's nervousness retreating to a hidden corner of her brain.