En ny Borjan Ch. 04byAddicted2Writing©
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please be patient with the juicy stuff. As in all relationships it slowly evolves. But it'll be worth the wait!
I woke up later back on top of him, his softened dick still inside me. My arms were up around his neck, my head on his chest, his hand on my side just above a rib. I moaned trying to wake my body up to slide off of him without waking him.
"It's about time you woke up," Alex said. I just groaned. "It seems it's a little late to take you out now." I groaned again. "Are you alive?"
"Hmm, hmmph," which was all I could muster to say I didn't know.
"What time is it? I took my watch off."
Lifting my head, I looked at the clock behind me, which he couldn't see. "Theee thirty," I muttered.
"What?! Oh, fuck!" he bellowed.
I found myself flying in the air and landed on one side of the bed, while he threw his legs over the other side and screamed as he vanished out of my view. "Alex!" I stuck my head over his side and looked down at him lying on his back "Are you alright?" It took everything I had not to bust out laughing.
He rolled over and grinned sheepishly. "My damned feet got in the way. Good thing I have a third leg," he said, wagging his eyebrows.
"Oh, lawd-ay-mercy. Are you running late, dear?"
"Uh-huh. But I still have time for a quickie."
"I'm going to the bathroom." I scooted down to kiss him, but he grabbed my neck and tried to pull me down on top of him. "No. You're probably gonna get fired if you don't show up for whatever you're supposed to show up for." I kissed him, though it was difficult to force myself to stop. "Be careful getting up." I got off the bed and headed for the bathroom. "Wouldn't want your third leg hurt, now would you?"
"Ha! Good one, smart ass!"
"Yep!" I hollered back before closing the bathroom door.
After peeing I stood in front of the mirror and would have screamed at how bad I looked if I didn't hear three knocks on the door. "Hildie?" Knock, knock, knock. "Hildie?" Knock, knock, Kn--"
I threw the door opened. "What Sheldon?" And then I almost choked on the word, my eyes flew open, as did my mouth. He was standing in the doorway in all his glory with no shame whatsoever. I had to remind myself I was naked too.
He laughed. "I need to whizz. Are you done in there?"
"Oh, yeah." I stepped aside to let him in, but he stopped, grabbed me and pushed me against the wall gently. He buried his mouth on my neck, and I lost my breath, closing my eyes. He nibbled and licked and kissed and ... "Alex, no, no," I managed to say, though I didn't want him to stop.
"Damnit," he mumbled as he walked to the toilet.
"Sorry, dear." I stood there against the wall wondering why the hell I didn't move, but more importantly why I was staring at his ass as he peed.
"You like?" he asked as he stared at me grinning, his voice low and raw.
"Absolutely," I grinned. "I'm gonna make coffee while you dress. You want some?"
"No. I'll get some for ya the next time--" I ran out of the bathroom hoping he hadn't caught what I'd said; it took me a second to figure out if I'd actually said it. I threw on a cotton sundress and went to the kitchen while he changed. I set the coffee to brew and stood looking at the maker for I don't know how long when I hollered, "You want me to make you a sandwich before you leave?"
"Yes, please," he cooed into my ear as he stood behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his body against my back. I could feel his fresh erection press against the small of my back. "Good sex makes me hungry." Gripping his arms with my hands I chuckled and leaned my head against his collarbone. "I caught what you said right before you ran away from me, Hildie."
"Huh? I didn't--"
"You said," I felt his breath on my neck as he kissed me, "the next time."
"Noooo, I asked what neck tie you were going to wear."
"Very funny." He lifted his head and licked my other ear. I closed my eyes, my body shuttered in response. "Now I know." He turned me around.
"Now you know what, Alex?"
He gently picked me up and placed me on the empty counter behind us. He kissed me softly, his lips lingering on mine, his arms around my hips, clasped behind me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting him, needing him again. When my lips parted more I felt his tongue lap at my bottom lip, and I gave him mine. But I knew if I didn't stop he wouldn't make his appointment at all.
I mumbled in his mouth before I was able to say, "Alex, hon, stop." He growled and pulled back, his arms still around me. "What do you know now?"
"When you said you'll get tea for me next time that told me you'd give me a chance."
I sighed. I knew there was no way I could argue myself out of my unknown admission. "Yes, Mr. Skarsgard, I'll give you a chance."
His eyes softened as his smile grew. "No expectations. We'll take it slow. I'll call you as often as I can, at least once a week. That I promise you. And once I know about my next project, I'll let you know. I have something planned."
I smiled and nodded, trying to hold back tears that I didn't want to come. "I didn't think saying goodbye would be this hard."
"It's not a goodbye, Hildie. It's a see ya later. That I also promise you."
I laughed. "I didn't realize I said that out loud."
"Well, it made me feel good to hear it."
At that moment my doorbell rang, which made both of us jump. "Damn, that must be Kris. She lives across the hall. She's bringing me the sugar back she borrowed." He kissed me quickly before he put me down from the counter. "Don't forget your cookies," I said as I went to the door and opened it. "They're on top the fridge."
Kris came in and we were signing; she is deaf and I learned American Sign Language to communicate with her.
"Was no one at--" Alex started to say as he came into the living room but stopped and watched us curiously.
"Yes," I replied. Kris stepped into the room, the dorkiest smile on her face when she saw Alex. I made introductions, both speaking and signing, and translating for Kris.
When she turned to me she signed, 'You better give me all the dirt!'
I immediately blushed and hoped Alex hadn't seen it. I signed and spoke, "Kris, I'll be right back. He's just leaving."
The building had two apartments on each floor, one across the other, with a tiny hall at the top of the stairs. I followed him down two steps before he stopped and turned around, almost making me fall on top of him. We were eye to eye, finally. He put his arms around me but kept my body at a distance. "You never told me you know sign language. It was amazing to watch."
"You didn't ask. Besides, it's a lot easier than learning Swedish."
He laughed before he grew serious. "And that is what I want to know about you, Hildie."
I smiled. "Sorry I didn't get you that sandwich."
"It's quite alright. You make me dinner to make up for it, and I'll make us breakfast in bed."
"Then I'd still owe you one."
"You damn straight, as you put it." He laughed. "What were you two saying about me?"
"Yes, you were. You blushed."
"Not telling; if I did I'd have to kill you." He laughed again. "Besides, now you know how I feel when you talk Swedish."
"Fine, fine. Hildie, I've had the best weekend in a long, long time. Thank you."
I cringed, knowing then the tears would come at that goodbye, not knowing when I'd see him again. "So did I, Alex. Thank you for dinner and the sunset."
"Well, the sunset was free."
He had barely gotten the words out when I threw myself at him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I will never, ever forget this weekend," I whispered in his ear, my voice cracking.
"Neither will I," he said as he pulled me away. He placed his hands on my face and gave me a soft, erotic kiss.
"Go, Alex, before I take you here on the stairs," I mumbled as a tear fell. He didn't move, only grinned wickedly sexy. "Get."
"Okay, okay," he said as he thankfully let me go and took two steps down.
"I'll miss you," I told him, leaning against the railing.
"No, you won't." He stepped onto the landing. "I promised you I'd call you, didn't I?"
"You did. See you later. Take care of yourself."
"You too, sweetheart." He was halfway down the second flight of stairs when he said, "Jag kommer sakna er!" Then I lost sight of him.
"Hey! I didn't understand what you said!" I hollered down the stairwell.
"Look it up! See ya later!"
I was nicely rude with Kris when I kicked her out of the apartment after giving her the generic version, a very generic version, of why Alex was in my apartment. I picked up my cell phone and dialed. Catherine at work knew three languages, Swedish being one of them, so I gave her a call.
When she picked up I said, "Catherine, I'm sorry to bother you on the weekend. Tell me what this means." I tried to repeat what I heard Alex say but she only laughed.
"From your horrible attempt at Swedish, I think it means 'I'll miss you, as well.'
Later that night ...
After I got off the phone with Cathy I sat in front of the TV for hours, not paying it any attention whatsoever. My mind was on Alex, and how the hell something like meeting him could have happened to me. I wanted to cry, or laugh, or giggle, or call Vic to tell him. But he would have just laughed, or teased his little sister, or told me to stop drinking.
So that's what I did. I finished my third glass of wine, feeling a little light-headed by then, and went to bed to sleep, or tried to. I tossed and turned so much my sheets ended up twisted around my legs. I cursed out loud then went to the couch in the living room to see if I could sleep there. That didn't work, either.
Just when I had dozed off my home phone rang, and I immediately panicked because no one calls me that late at night. "Hello?"
"Are you awake?" It was Alex. I closed my eyes in relief.
"Yeah." I smiled. "You get home okay?"
"Yes. Whatcha wearin'?" he asked flirtatiously.
"Hmm, let me look ... pantyhose, long johns, lounge pants, three sweaters--"
"Maybe I should have asked what panties do you have on."
He laughed. "You win, damn. Did I tell you I had a great weekend?"
"Which weekend, and who was she?"
He laughed. "Hey, serious conversation here."
"Oh, god. Already?"
"Do you have a current passport?"
"Do you?" he asked impatiently.
I sighed. "Yes. Persistent much?"
"Only when I really, really want something. Great. Now, please tell me you have a vacation coming up."
"I have a vacation coming up."
"Nah, I don't. You told me to say it." I loved egging him on. "October, I just don't know the dates yet."
"Perfect!" he said a little loud. "Think you can get two weeks off?"
"Alex, what are you talking about?"
"I can't tell you. Remember I told you I was working on something? Do you have short term memory?"
"No, I don't. Wait, what were we talking about again?" He laughed. "Please just tell me."
"You are so stubborn. I want to take you somewhere, but there's a lot of planning I have to do. I was thinking October because -- oh, you're slick. Keep me talking so I let it slip."
"Well, I wasn't, but now that you mentioned it ..." I threw destinations at him for five minutes before I looked at the clock. "Shit. Alex, it's 11:30 and tomorrow is going to be a hell of a day."
"Sure. That's all I wanted to know. Before I forget, look at your cell phone."
I hesitated "Okay. It's on the dining table. Is it going to explode or something?"
"Go get it."
I sighed, getting a little irritated; I really needed to get sleep. "Okay, Mr. Skarsgard, I've got my phone." I went to my bedroom and crawled back into bed.
"Now, did that hurt?"
"Look in your contacts, under 'E'."
"E?" I clicked a few buttons, and there under 'E' was the name Eric Northman. "I ... When did you ... How did you ... Why did you--"
"When you were in the shower, you don't keep you phone locked, and why because I wanted you to know you can call me or text me whenever you want to or need to." I was filled with so many emotions I was speechless. "Now I might not be able to get back with you immediately, but I also wanted you to know that I'm here for you."
"I don't know what to say, Alex. I ... It means a lot to me."
"That's what I wanted to hear. Alright, I don't want to keep you up. Get some sleep."
"You too. Um, Alex?"
"It's just a phone number."
"No, no." I sighed. "Thanks for caring." The words came out slowly and with as much feeling as I could say them.
Sleep never did find me that night.
It was a few days later when I walked into my office and there was the most beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting on Lisa's desk. "Ohh, Sam must have done something wrong to bring you flowers," I teased her.
"He always does, but it's your name on the envelope."
"Wha'?" I stuttered. "You didn't open it, did you?!"
"No, but I almost ..."
I wasn't even listening to her as I took the vase and went to my office, my heart beating fast because I knew exactly who they were from. Setting them on my desk, I sat down and removed the card from the plastic fork, taking a moment to sniff one of the roses.
Taking a breath I slid the card from the envelope. It read: 'Tips nummer ett -- pack varm. -A-' That was easy enough to figure out.
Although I had stared at his name on my cell phone more than once a day, I never called or texted him. I didn't want him to think I was needy or anything. Besides, I was too independent to be that way. But what did I do? I texted, 'Skiing in the Alps?'
It felt like an eternity before I received, 'Nope.'
However, the bouquet that arrived the following week read: 'Tips nummer två: pack en baddräkt. -A-' I had no idea what the hell a baddräkt was. So I texted him and asked him. He replied it was a bathing suit.
'Keep trying. Will call in few days. :0)' Alexander Skarsgard was getting to be a pain in my ass! But I loved every minute of it.
I worked the following weekend, thank god, because having two days with nothing else to think about would have driven me insane. He called me Sunday morning before I left for work. "Got any new ideas?" he asked.
"No, brat. Thank you for the flowers. They're beautiful."
"You're very welcome. And I can't wait to see you again."
"Aw. I miss you too."
"What I was wondering ... Um, would you think me too forward to invite you over to my place for a weekend?"
It took him so long to ask I took a sip of coffee and almost choked when he finally got the question out. "Yes."
"Yes I'm too forward, or yes you'll come over?"
"Hmm, let me give you a hint," I snickered; he laughed. "Yes, I would love to see your new house."
"Oh, not spend the weekend with me, huh?"
"Nope. Hon, I've got to head on in to work. I've got a surprise for you!"
"Tell me it's not granny panties!"
"No. It's sharp, though. Send me more hints, flowers not necessary."
"Will do. I love getting your texts, by the way. They make me smile."
"Me too. Have a good day."
So every day for a week, sans flowers, these were the hints he texted me, all of which involved the internet or Cathy to translate.
Hint No. 3 - 'Sätta Dramamine' (bring Dramamine). I texted, 'Alaskan cruise.' It was not.
Hint No. 4 - 'Sätta kikare' (bring binoculars). I texted, 'bird watching on Mt. Sinai.' He replied, 'hell no.'
Hint No. 5 - 'Inga manikyr eller pedikyr' (No mani-pedi).
I texted, 'what the hell?!'
He replied 'lol This weekend good for you?'
'lol Will call you'
'Okay. One more hint?'
'Hint number whatever -- no TV, no phone reception, no shower. Just you and me and ... magic'
I laughed so hard I thought I'd burst an appendix. I grabbed my purse and car keys, texting while going to my car, 'Disney World?'
'rofl no. Get to work!'
I drove to work with a smile on my face.
The next week went by pretty fast, thankfully. Thursday night I was all packed for spending the weekend with Alex and really, really excited about seeing him again. I took off Friday because I had a personal business meeting with Mark Schaefer, and it went better than I hoped. I was going to tell Alex all about it that weekend.
I was expecting Alex to pick me up at three because he had to tape an appearance on the Craig Ferguson show. So when my phone rang I thought it was him telling me he would be late. But it wasn't him. It was my Aunt Lily. She was telling me about Dad when the doorbell rang. I opened the door for Alex but went straight to my bedroom without saying a word.
When I came back out I saw his feet by the dining table; I couldn't look him in the face. "Hey," I heard him say. "Are you alright?" I shook my head. He took me in his arms, and I wrapped my arms around him, feeling like nothing could hurt me. "Come sit with me," he said then led me to the couch. He set me across his lap, and I buried my face in his neck. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No." It took all I had to say that one word without crying. I sat cradled against him, my face buried in his neck. "Alex, it's ... my Dad."
"Aunt Lily said he had another mini-stroke the other day."
"I'm sorry. Is he alright?"
"He was mowing the lawn around the house. He had no business ... The gardener was there and took him to the hospital. They said ... there was nothing wrong. But ..." He stroked my hair. "Aunt Lily said he's in bad shape. He can't dial a phone, he's slurring his words, and he's unsteady on his feet."
"You should go see him."
"Alex, I ... can't. I don't want to see him like that." Then the dam broke, and I started crying, shaking and holding onto him for dear life.
I don't know how long it was before I stopped crying, but I couldn't stop shaking. He gently pushed me away and set me on the cushion. "You stay right there."
When he came back he handed me a glass, but because of the tears I didn't see what was in it. I took a big sip to clear my throat so I could talk to him. It took a second before my lips caught fire, as well as my throat, the heat trailed all the way down my chest. The burn was so strong I started coughing and tried to catch my breath. I leaned forward and pounded my chest.
"Holy crap," I croaked then coughed some more.
"I guess I should have told you it was whiskey."
"Ya think?" I took several deep breaths. "Thanks." I finished the rest of it and took some more deep breaths. "Okay, okay."
He pressed his chest against my shoulder, his arm around my waist. "It sounds like an aneurysm if it's affected his cognitive skills. Sometimes they do heal on their own."
"Yeah, that's what Aunt Lily said. I'll call him tonight. I just wish I were there, you know?"
"Yes, I do. He's got your aunt to watch after him, right?"
"Yeah. Alex, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to screw up the weekend."
"You haven't screwed anything up. It's not the weekend 'til five." I finally looked at him, wiped my face and forced a smile. "That's what I like to see." He kissed me on the cheek.
"I'm okay." I noticed my hands were still shaking. "Well, maybe I need one more shot."
"Let me get that." He refilled the glass and gave it to me. "You might want to ..." I emptied the glass in one swallow. "... sip that." He chuckled.
"I needed one more before I got my bags," I croaked.
"You sure you don't want to calm down a bit more?"
"No," I said as I stood. "There's nothing I can do, really. A distraction would be good right now, I think. I'll get the food from the fridge; my suitcase and overnight bag are in the bedroom."
He gave me a big hug. "Alright. Let's get."
We packed the car and headed out, but because it was a Friday and the beginning of rush hour, we had a lot of time to catch up on what we'd been up to because of the traffic.