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Jacinta didn't look away from her task, "Good morning, honey. Hi, Marlo. Paula's coming up with your breakfast, but I thought I'd come in first and make sure the room was a little less, um, stuffy..."
Fiona pulled a bed sheet up to cover both of them, "How did you get in here? We locked the door!"
Jacinta headed back towards the door, and gave both women an insouciant look, "Yes - you locked one door, but this is a multi-room suite... with two doors. Maybe now you'll finally agree to move into a proper house. With a master bedroom... preferably one with soundproof walls."
Jacinta smiled when neither woman responded, "Get yourselves at least halfway decent. Paula will be in soon."
The two women stared, open-mouthed, as the older woman breezed out of the room.
"Do you think she heard us?" Fiona whispered.
"I don't care if the whole city heard us," Marlo wiggled her eyebrows, "We were making up a LOT of lost time."
Fiona beamed with happiness, and pulled up the covers around herself and Marlo moments before
Paula came in with the breakfast tray.
"Good morning, ma'am... Dr. Wright," Paula said, "I'll come back for these later. Ring if you need anything."
"Thanks Paula," Fiona said, trying to muster as much dignity as she could. Paula nodded and headed out of the room, but not before she blurted out, "I'm so happy for you both!"
The moment the door closed, Fiona immediately laid a kiss on Marlo's lips. Marlo turned towards Fiona and burrowed into her arms. Fiona sighed contentedly as Marlo's flesh on hers sent off a spark of arousal. This had occurred several times throughout the night: Marlo or Fiona would wake, and arms and hands would snake through the sheets with erotic intent, each of them hungry to find new ways of pleasuring the other.
"I could get used to this..." Fiona murmured.
"What? Breakfast in bed?" Marlo inquired sarcastically.
"No, silly. Having you for breakfast..." Fiona purred.
"Everyday?" Marlo's heart was exploding.
"Every. Day." Fiona said, punctuating every syllable with a kiss.
The End
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 1 year agoBrilliant. Superb study in relationships. For me this is by far the best of careythomas' stories.
Anonymousover 1 year agoBrilliant. Superb study in relationships. For me this is the best of careythomas' stories.
okami1061over 1 year agoI read this story once before ... but didn't remember it so, I reread it. In fact, in preparation for reading your new story, I reread all your stories ... and loved them ... until this one:
This story failed for me. But it took me a long time to figure out why.
I realized the failure (not its cause) as I was sitting at the half-way point in this story when I found myself suddenly wanting to just skip to the end and be done with it. So that's what I did.
But I didn't immediately see why.
And then it hit me. I didn't care about either of the two characters. Being a writer, this was an important issue to me. I wanted to know why I didn't care. The characters seemed plausible enough (in a uppity Cameloty sort of way). Maybe I didn't get the lifestyle, which of course I didn't. No one reading this would; it's American Royalty, for gods' sake. So, that wasn't it.
Then the real issue finally hit me. It was that the entire story up to that half-way point was literally about everything else BUT the two main characters. We barely saw them interacting on any level. There was no visible connection between them. And certainly not the zing bam pow kind of connection we've seen in all of your earlier works. These two were, more or less, cardboard—not just to me, but to each other.
And then, I thought more, and realized that in a very few paragraphs at the opening of the story we had laid before us the two most emotionally boring people you've presented. In a nutshell, we didn't see them grow, we didn't see their connection, we didn't see them grow apart, we didn't see any emotion whatsoever between them. We were presented, more or less, with two characters who might or might not have once been close (we aren't sure, one way or the other) who then purposely separate themselves from one another (for whatever reason we didn't really see) for roughly 20 years. And we saw none of the emotion of that separation. Therefore, there could be no emotion in them finding each other. We didn't even know them.
I read (and write) to get invested in the characters. But I just couldn't here. *Probably* the story would have been fine without about 2 or 3 times as many words to dig into all those missing things above. The storyline itself, and the characters themselves for that matter, were almost certainly great in your mind. I can imagine it myself as if I was the writer. But your vision didn't make onto the paper.
And that's probably why I didn't remember it from the first reading.
kathy2012over 1 year agoI have finished all your stories now, I have enjoyed them all! The character development, the emotions, the romance! The hot sex is outstanding! Please write some more! My clay with long oblivion has gone dry!
Liebethabout 2 years agoIm sad, very sad……nothing left on you list to read …. Thank you for your amazing stories.
Anonymousabout 2 years agoI've read all your stories.Beautiful universe you have curved with your characters. I love the stories and a great writer with a different approach to these stories. I hope life smoothens out for you and we can have more great stories from you. SALUTE
