Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in tmlfree, @ 2016-02-20 23:59:00 |
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RP: Last Night
Characters: Bill and Melinda
Date: 20. February, 2006
Setting: Bedroom 1 in Villa Hibiscus
Summary: The last night in Paradise
Warnings: TBD
The view from the bed was exquisite. The panorama windows opened out to the green lawn and behind that the white beach and the blue water where the setting sun was dyeing the foamy tips of the breaking waves a golden orange. To the sides, palm trees swayed in the gentle wind, and every now and then birds would fly past. Melinda knew that she could get lost looking at it, but right now, it was the sight of the tip of her finger trailing lazily back and forth along the inside of Bill’s long elegant fingers.
After the adventure of their first six weeks here, she had started missing home… her family, her business, her flat, but then Wiz-TV had offered them an extended stay in the villas without the cameras as a way to thank them and to give them the chance to get to know each other better… as well as give a couple of interviews and shoot some sound bites and what have you. Melinda had been tempted to say no, concerned about Sweet Nothings back home, but after a quick chat with her mum, she had gotten the peace of mind – when it came to her business – and had chosen to stay with Bill.
Their first day here, had been the first Valentine’s Day in years – since Hogwarts, more accurately – that Melinda hadn’t had to work around the clock for a week, in order to make other people’s romantic gestures come true. No, this year, she’d actually had a date, and she hadn’t lifted one finger when it came to the sweets and treats. It had been simple, really, it had been spontaneous… it had been perfect, as had the days following it. Here, they could relax, join the parties that seemed to pop up every night, or go somewhere else as they pleased, socialize with the others or play hermits in the bedroom they had chosen. It had been a good mix of it all, but tomorrow. Tomorrow they’d be going back home, and Monday she would be back behind the counter in Sweet Nothings and Bill would be back in his office.
A small frown appeared on Melinda’s brow and her finger’s trail came to an abrupt halt. Would Bill be back in his office this Monday? Or would he be spending some time with his children before he went back to work? So far they hadn’t talked about things and how they were going to make it work once they got back. But now, lying in bed with him, naked, sated, quiet, it hit her that they were running out of time.
Rolling onto her other side so she was facing him, she brushed her knuckles against his cheek. The slight stubble there made her smile, even if she felt a lump in her throat slowly building. She drew in a breath and opened her mouth to speak, though no words came out, because she wasn’t sure what she wanted to say or ask or if she even wanted to break this quiet serenity. Instead, she brushed the pad of her thumb over Bill’s soft lip and sent him a small smile.