InsaneJournal

Subject: Meeting the Duchesse.
Who: Olivia Blake.
Where: Christopher's estate in Surrey.
Warnings: None, perhaps a little awkwardness and extreme cuteness.
Open to: Thérèse du Labarre and Olga Fedorova.

She had convinced Olga to come with her, since their mutual confessions she had not been willing to let the woman out of her sight. It was an easy sell, though her promise to stay close to her seemed more important than her promises of a warm bed, good meals and a new gown or two, but Olivia did not seem to mind as long as her dear little Russian agreed. She had to return home, with her brother not replying to her letter and the constant whispering of him and his 'french widow', her curiosity was beginning to get the better of her and she was tired of saying 'I don't know' when asked after the situation. She either had to confront her brother or meet this woman, she could not stand not knowing. Also it would give dear Olga a chance to see the english countryside, and her a chance to see her seeing Olga seeing the countryside. In the carriage, she had fallen asleep against her shoulder, her arms around the other woman. When a wheel rolled through a hole in the road it caused the carriage to shake a fair bit, waking Olivia from her light sleep. She kissed Olga's cheek then took a glance out the window, seeing her brother's estate in the distance she beamed to her companion, "We're here." she gently kissed her lips, knowing no one could see them. She was excited about being in the country again, but not for the same reasons she was the last time she was there. It was completely about the woman sitting next to her, it would be the first time they were to be together for longer than a few hours. Once the carriage came to a stop she got down, and reached for Olga's arm as she came to stand next to her. "They're all probably busy, perhaps we can get settled in before I have to introduce you to my brothers." she did not give the woman a chance to respond, heading into the house. She intended to head straight to her bedroom so she could kiss her Russian again, her kisses were addictive and she thought she could go on forever kissing her, but movement and the sounds of movement in the library along the way brought her feet to a halt. Poking her head in the room, she was greeted with a sight she had not expected. There was a lovely woman moving about the room, looking over the numerous leather-bound volumes. Olivia had never seen this woman before, but seeing the way she was dressed, she could hazard a guess. Walking fully into the room, still arm and arm with Olga, nearly dragging her along, she spoke. "Excuse me," when the woman noticed her she smiled. "Hello there." and that was all she could think of to say without blurting out her questions. Hopefully she could get the answers she was looking for, without having to be so blunt.