Pour que tu m'aimes encore...

PART 17...

Saturday morning came and with it, the knowledge that everyone had a few days off before the two concerts in London at the o2 arena. Seb and I had decided to get away for a couple of days but I knew that I couldn't just totally disconnect from the tour. 

David's wife and Urs' girlfriend were flying into Heathrow on the wednesday afternoon and I couldn't wait to meet them. It would be so nice to meet more members of the il divo family. 

We left wales after bidding goodbye to mum and promising to keep in touch. We spent the next couple of days ensconced in the quaintest little country house hotel in the Cotswolds. Our time together was pure bliss. 

Saturday evening after a swim, using the gym as I knew my body needed it and a well deserved shower, I emerged from the bathroom to a glass of champagne being handed to me.

"To us, Amy", Seb spoke and then felt his gaze take me in from head to toe. Noticing lust in his eyes as I realised I was stood in front of him simply wearing red lace lingerie. As he stepped closer, he whispered, "the things you do to me".

Turning to place the now empty glass on the table, I felt soft fingers move my hair to the side and the light breeze of his breath as feather like kisses were lavished on the side of my neck, heading down to my shoulder. 

Facing him,I was soon lost in his eyes as my fingers began to caress his hair, his face, his neck and slowly moved them lower. Sliding my hands under the hem of Seb's t shirt, I gently pulled upwards, indicating I wanted it off. To feel his body next to mine, skin to skin and he willingly complied.

I revelled in the sight of him, the smell of him and the touch as my fingers slowly unbuttoned his jeans before sliding them downwards, allowing Seb to kick them to the corner of the room. The sight of him was still so intoxicating to me as my dominant side took over and I led him to the bed before removing his last barrier and seeing him naked before me.

Taking a step back, I placed my hands behind my back and very slowly un-did the clasp to my bra, sliding the straps down my arms. Teasing him and illiciting a loud growl which only spurred me onwards. I had never been this forward before and I was revelling in my new found confidence.

"Lay on the bed", I whispered and soon joined him after removing the last scrap of lace. I needed to show him that he had not been loved before. I wanted him to feel with one touch how I could make love to his soul for eternity and that is what I did, the sweat glistening on our bodies as we lay entwined in the early hours of the morning. 

"I love you", I whispered, kissing Seb gently.

"I love you Amy", he replied, taking my hand and placing it over the position of his heart. "This is what you do to me", he continued as I felt the racing rhythm beneath me. I did the same, placing his hand over my the position of my heart, saying, "and this is how fast you make my heart beat".

Monday saw us reluctantly returning to London and normality and dumping our suitcases in the hall of Seb's house, we settled on the sofa with a well earned cup of tea.

"You Havnt let me take you on that date yet", I laughed, leaning back into the sofa with my head resting in his chest.

"So, what did you plan to do with me?", Seb answered, starting to rub up and down my arm gently.

"If you keep doing that, I'll be doing an awful lot with you", I answered "but it won't be anywhere but in the bedroom".

"I love it when you lose control", Seb murmured to me. "Especially when I'm the reason that you lose it", he whispered against my skin as he leant down and kissed my neck.

"Ok, that's changing the subject", I laughed, knowing Seb was trying to distract me and boy was he doing a really good job. "I think I'm going to take my drop dead gorgeous boyfriend out tomorrow and he's going to enjoy every minute".

"So, your taking me out tomorrow?", he laughed.

"You got it buster", I replied. "And for the rest of today, your going to curl up with me here whilst we watch silly movies and eat take out".

"Well, if that's the case", he muttered before climbing off the sofa and going upstairs, coming down a few minutes later in just a pair of jogging bottoms, showing off a physique I quite wanted to jump at that moment. Knowing he was trying to distract me, I also climbed the stairs, coming back down in one of Seb's t-shirts that came down to my thighs.

"Two can play that game mr Izambard", I laughed, emphasising a wiggle in my walk and I soon heard Seb growl and pull me onto the sofa with him.

The day went too quickly and it was pure bliss. Laying there on the sofa with various dvd's playing in the background. Me catching up with some work and reading e mails and reviews of the UK tour. Simon had e-mailed again saying that he was loving things, that revenue was great and that he was looking forward to the tour hitting Europe. That in turn made me happy but I guess that was the workaholic coming out.

We ordered dinner to the house, neither of us wanting to leave, too wrapped up in each other and climbing the stairs, we fell into sleep wrapped in each other's arms.

Tuesday came and I was determined to show Seb a good day.

"So where are you taking me?", he enquired. "What should I wear?.

"Just dress casual" I answered. "You'll find out soon enough".

Two hours later and I introduced Seb to  thorpe park themepark. I had to laugh.

"So, this is the inner child in you coming out is it?", Seb laughed as we rode the nemesis inferno roller coaster for the third time.

"Oh yes, nothing like an adrenaline rush to get me through the day", I answered, throwing my hands up in the air on the next twist.  "By the way, they just took our picture and I can't wait to see your expression", I laughed.

The rest of the day was spent chilling out in Covent Garden after we made our way back to inner London. We walked around the market stalls, finding little trinkets and me falling in love with a small, intriquitly done painting. I could always get lost in the many flea markets but my bank balance didn't quite agree.

Our evening was spent at a romantic little bistro we found that afternoon. Small, private and romantic including the gypsy rose seller with Seb deciding that he had to buy me one despite my protests.

"A red rose for my love", he spoke, taking my hand.

"Your a hopeless romantic", I laughed "but your my hopeless romantic and I love it. But I'll let you in on a secret. I prefer daffodils. They remind me of my grandmother".

"I'll remember that", Seb laughed.

"I can't wait for tomorrow", I continued. " I'm really looking forward to meeting the guys and their partners but I Havnt got a thing to wear at yours".

"Don't you worry. We can deal with that tomorrow but I can think of something we can do tonight that doesn't involve any clothes", Seb laughed.........