We stayed in the living room, in a naked embrace, until daylight dwindled away. Carol, wrapped in a blanket turned on the main light and as she walked to the other side of the room I stood on it so the blanket fell to the ground. She "turned and smiled. She had got some of her confidence back. "You are truly beautiful Mrs Aird." The lighting was minimal and yet perfect. She reminded me of scotch, she was complete and golden and somehow intoxicating to me.
"I think that is the first time I have ever hear you swear." I flutter of insecurity passed over me, she walked towards me her bruises seemed to dance in the light and shadows. She leant down, perching my chin on her index finger, raising it towards her face and pressed her lips ever so softly on mine. "I shall never grow tired of this." Her smirk growing as if in that moment she had lived our future and knew the memories we would make.
"Well, if this is our new life, care to give me a tour?" I put my hands on her bare hips, outlining swirls with my thumbs.
"I am barely dressed." Her modesty astounded me.
"That seems like a bonus." She smiled while lowering her brow. Carol stole my hand, pulling me from the sofa. She practically flung me into the hall to then push me against the hall. Kissing me over and over, lifting me up pinning my hands above my head as her kiss painted my silhouette. She took my hand once more and trailed me into the kitchen, we stood in front of a wooden table, dressed in a tablecloth. She brushed her hand up my spine to then push down on my neck, bent over she ran her tongue up my back. Clutching my hand once more we took to the bedroom, we hadn't reached the bed, but she kissed me nevertheless. I walked backwards cautiously trying not to fumble, before she lowered me onto the mattress. The sheets where rich, but her touch was richer. I tried to focus on the feeling of her hands and the movement her fingers made. My hands twisted into the sheets as I feel her hair taunt my thighs. I felt like each part she touched was a drop of ink on a canvas and I wanted her to stain all of me. I could feel my body tremor. She crawled up kissing me, her hand still between my legs. Overwhelmed I ran my hands down her back, scratching her accidentally and she gasped. Lowering herself once more. Pushing my chest upwards, tilting my head all of the way back, gasping so deeply as if it were the last time I would ever inhale. My body rolled with my breath, uncontrollably trembling. My heart rate slowed but my thoughts continued to race.
I shall never grow tired of this either.
It felt like a comet passing in the darkness. Now as we lay, my head on her chest listening to heart race in her breast, she bows her head and asks. "What did you mean 'we will get him'?" It was something I had said without consideration, but it was a rooted idea of revenge.
"Oh, I don't know. I just thought perhaps...if we could get solid evidence... perhaps we could... talk to the solicitors or something..."
"And how would we do that?" Her voice rang with disbelief but had a faint touch of hope.
"We could give Harge a touch of his own medicine." I pull myself up to sit in a ball, with my legs huddled to my chest.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Say we got that investigator from Waterloo and got him to record some conversation between Harge and yourself."
"Ha. What would that prove?"
"Perhaps if you were to get him to talk about it..."
"And what if Harge were to get angry again?" I hadn't thought of that. But I am certain I could find someone.
"What if we had people in another room, in case things were to go out of hand?"
"Like who?"
"Abby or... or... maybe... Danny and Phil. They are a couple of friends from the Times and I am sure they wouldn't mind."
"Therese, darling. I haven't even told my oldest friend what has happened and now you're considering trusting two strangers." I feel flushed with honour, she hadn't told Abby. I know that I had already seen the bruises, but she could have made up a story and yet she hadn't. She told me the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
"Danny isn't a stranger." I pause to breathe deeply. "I think he knew about us, he has always understood different forms of attraction, so I am sure he will support us if we need it."
"Okay... so a conversation... is there anything else we could do?"
"I have one idea. Only if you are comfortable with it?" My voice is faint like a child's, so hesitant and complete with reticence.
"What is it Therese?"
"Well you could write a document about what happened that evening, in detail. We could also take photos... of the... bruises." My voice faded a little, I turn to her trying to read her face. She smiled, subtly but with the upmost of affection.
"We'll get the bastard." She said kissing me on the cheek.
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Resolutions | Carol
Fanfiction(A fanfic sequel of the movie adaptation of Carol, staring Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara) (Sexual Content) Carol had once chose Therese, from a crowd of many, all of the women she could have had she chose Therese. Time had passed and secrets had un...
