Venturously Yours,

Venturously So

Anticipation can be a real bitch.

It motivates into thinking something might take place. The bang of the moment is imagined and relived in thousand different ways. You are living it, when you are actually not. You are seeing it, when you are not. Nothing real yet it is.

Eliot has trouble concentrating on her photo shoots all day. It send her photographer on spree of cuss words but she couldn't be bothered.

Something was waiting for her. Or rather, someone. Finally, she had a home to look forward to but it was killing her. What's even worse, her day dragged longer than expected.

She wanted to call Octavius to let him know she was going to be late but she didn't want to sound too eager. So she let it sit. Even if her eyes kept wondering to her phone placed on her purse. Even when her heart leapt out of her chest when her phone rang. The disappointment sagging her shoulders when it wasn't him who was calling.

When they exchanged numbers earlier, she felt the weird interaction almost intimate. No, no. She was being such a child. She was going wait it out....even if it kills her.

When finally Luis, the Italian photographer clapped his hands and said to pack up for the day, Eliot ran out of the studio into her make-up and dressing cabin, hurriedly removing everything off her face and body. Changing into what she wore when she came to the studio, a simple flower sundress with black heels.

Heading out, she called for a cab. Her heels clicking against the pavement. The sky was already dark and she felt her stomach pull when she noticed how late she was.

Oh God, I hope he is still there.

Entering the cab, she rattled on her address and she tried to keep her hands from touching her phone. She looked at the streets passing by as they drove uphill. The trams echoing past them, the lush green trees hovering and the lucid smell of hope.

What did he plan for her? What if it was nothing? Her mind ricochets over and over, pondering on what he wanted to show her.

When the cab halted, she threw some bills and yanked the door open and shut. She threw herself to the elevator, waiting for it to approach.

She assembled her hair while she waited. Pinching her cheeks, she added some color, taking deep breaths. When the elevator dinged, she spotted the blue hair in the middle of the cart. His face etched with worry and anguish.

"Octavius? What's wrong?"

On seeing her face, Octavius finally relaxed. He had been so worried why she wasn't returning home. He thought she bailed on him.

A scowl resonated on his face then. "Where were you? I was worried sick! Why didn't you call me that you were coming home late?"

A deep seated embarrassment flushed her skin but Eliot refused to back down. "I didn't know it was getting late. I'm used to being on my own. I didn't think to tell you..."

She just realized she couldn't lie like this. Especially to him. She gulped down, her eyes casting to the polished marble floor. "I'm sorry I didn't call. I didn't-" She became more red and hot when she spelt out the last words. "-I didn't want you think I was too eager."

She clenched her eyes shut, not wanting to see his expression. When she felt his fingers brushing her cheeks, she peeled her eyes open.

A grey eyed hazy lust filled softness sweeps her off the floor. She lets out a ragged audible breath as he encircles her in his arms, wholly. His body touches her ever so slightly and he slowly places a kiss on her forehead.