She woke slowly, like yesterday, wincing a little. There was tenderness and a slight pinching sensation in her stomach. A shaft of sunlight had found a way through the single window and fell directly on her face. She blinked and automatically tried shifting but found she couldn't. She turned her face and found herself face to face with Feanor. He was draped around her, an arm and a leg thrown across her, firmly pinning her to the bed. The lines of his face were relaxed in slumber.
Oh! She had spent the night with Feanor. The Feanor Frazier! And what a night it had been!
She turned slightly in his tight embrace, carefully, so as not to disturb him. In the early light, he looked so innocent and so unlike how he looked on the silver screen. Younger and carefree. And... different somehow. A lock of hair fell across his forehead and with gentle fingers she lifted it. His skin was so warm and reddening slightly, she breathed in the smell that was so much him. Unable to help herself, she leaned in and brushed her lips across his.
Her light touch made him shift in his sleep. He hugged her close once, mumbled what she thought was her name and rolled over, freeing her with the move. She lifted herself up on her elbow and observed him closely. That tight, masculine body had been hers last night. She had come to know this as intimately as he had known hers. Once hadn't been enough. Between them, they had created magic, over and over again.
She never knew it was possible to feel such pleasure as she had felt in his arms. The tenderness and care he had exhibited had taken it to a new level. It had been amazing and it was always going to be unforgettable. And she was happy.
She closed her eyes. She didn't think it was possible for her to be happier. And serene. She had never known that the act of making love could make anyone feel so…complete. That was another first for her. Oh, now I know what all the fuss is about, she thought with a smile. And I can get used to this. I never want to lose this.
That thought made her eyes spring open. Shit! She was leaving today. And it was morning. Her flight was at eleven. What was the time now? Shit! I have to call Imogen, she thought.
Sliding out from the bed, she went to check her mobile and was relieved to find that it was only seven. There was plenty of time still. No, not really, she corrected. Only two more hours. Shit! Only two more hours and she would never see him again. Her eyes clouded over.
No, she scolded herself. She was not going to let herself be sad about it. She had known that this day would come, when she had to leave him. The dream couldn't go on forever. So, she would treasure this one night with him. So many people spend their entire life without once experiencing what she did and she should be thanking god for letting her be a part of this wonder.
The cramp came again, which had awoken her. She cursed under her breath. Maybe it was that time of the month again. And she needed her bag. But it was back in the main house. Hovering for a moment undecided whether to wake Feanor up or not, she decided to let him sleep. She would come back once she had freshened up. Maybe with tea and she can make some breakfast. She gathered up her things and stepped outside.
The morning was sunny but frosty. The icy air biting her exposed skin. She hurried forward and felt a little better once inside the house. Quickly finding her bag, she headed towards the bathroom. Ten minutes later she emerged, happier; it was just a false alarm. And she felt clean and fresh from her wash.
She set about making tea, putting the kettle to boil and arranging the cups and saucers on a tray. She was looking for the teapot when the phone rang.
It was his landline and she wondered who might be calling him so early. She let it ring so the answering machine could pick it up. There were two beeps and a woman spoke, with a trilling voice. "Hey, this is Amanda. Your fiancée. Gosh! That feels so strange to say, doesn't it?"
Five minutes later, she had packed her bag and was out of the door.