„Please, a man hast just been taken to your hospital after a drive-by-shooting! He has multiple gun shoot wounds! Who can tell me how he is?"
The nurse behind the counter at the A&E looked up to her, bored.
Malgorzatta was well aware, that an incident like that wasn't very special here, in Los Angeles. But just a few minutes ago she had to watch only from a short distance G beeing shot down. Until now she wasn't sure if had been admitted to hospital still alive!
„You're a relative?"
„Yes, I am!" Malgorzatta lied.
She knew, otherwise she would not be informed.
The nurse turned her head with a bored gesture to the small door on the right side.
„Sit down there! A doctor will tell you! Someone's already there because of him!"
Malgorzatta twiched back for a moment.
She did not think about Sam! Of course he would not leave G alone!
„Thank you!"
Malgorzatta shortly nodded to the nurse and then opened the door to the small waiting room.
It was done nicely, with a blue carpet und furniture from bright wood.
Sam was standing beside the chairs above right in a corner of the room and calling someone on his cell phone.
He gave her a short glimpse. He seemend to be nervous and stressed. He did not know her.
Malgorzatta greeted him shortly, acted uninvolved and took a seat.
In front of her eyes she still saw the scene G coming down the street, on his way to his appartement. She even had seen him leaving Sams car.
Then the delivery truck appeared, slowly driving down the street, with an open door, two men inside, one with an automatic rifle.
Sam must have seen them too, he even called G.
The man with the rifle had opened the fire.
In front of the shop selling fruit at the corner G broke down on the pavement, been hit several times.
Sam rushed to him immediately. She also wanted to do so, but she was not allowed.
Insteed she grabbed her mobile and called an ambulance. Then she rushed to her car and watched from there horrified, how the paramedics struggled for Gs life for long minutes.
Finally they took him into the ambulance. She followed the car to the hospital. She did not think about Sam any more. Now he went up and down nervously in front of the chairs. His heavy steps were silent on the thick carpet. The look of his dark eyes was restless.
Surely it was a benefit that the way to the hospital has been short. Another benefit it was perhaps, that G had been in a good physical condition, strong, trained.
It was hard for her not to reveal herself to Sam.
G had told her a lot about him, just good, nothing from their work, but always very sympathically, she knew, G trusted him with his life. It would had given her comfort if they had been able to reassure each other.
Sooner or later he would – if she would stay – find out about her. And she would stay here at all costs until Gs life was out of danger!
Sam still was going up and down. It was slowly getting dark outside.
Today was Tuesday.
She'd spent the next to last weekend with G.
He had been off duty:
She'd met him in the waiting hall of the LAX.
There was a small corner, hidden for the eyes oft he security cameras, just in front oft the door to the stairway hall.
G was standing here, his bag on the floor beside him, both hands in the pockets of his jeans, with his back lent on the wall, so amazingly cool only G Callen could do as a grown up man.
He was wearing a grey shirt und his short grey jacket.
At the first moment, she saw him, she had to stop a few steps away to look at him. Meeting him for the last time was about two weeks ago, just for a dinner outside the city, and a few hours after that until Sunday morning. Now looking forward to spend a whole weekend with him, alone, far away from Los Angeles, seemed like a dream to her.
G looked to her.
He turned his head a little more as their eyes met, a very little smile moved his lips.
G wasn't a big smiler.
But he could be incredibly charming.
„Hello."
He did not move, stayed lent tot he wall, Malgorzatta made the few steps towards him.
„Hello. Mister … Tedrow!"
She reached out her left hand and and stroked shortly over his arm.
She loved this touch of macho on him.
It was powerful, how he entered a room, even he was not very tall, his autheticy showed his presence.
G smiled.
„Great you're here, Mali!"
He bowed forward to her and kissed her.
His breath was warm on her cheek.
„You know, I couldn't resist an invitation from you, G!"
Malgorzatta cuddled up to him.
She had missed his warmth, the smell of his body, of his shower gel, the scratching of his beard on her skin, just simple the way he layed his arm around hers shoulders and pulling her close.
„Missed you, Mali!"
His voice was a low murmur on her ear.
„I missed you too, G! Incredibly!"
She nestled up to him much more.
Through the thin cloth of his shirt, of her black dress she could feel the warmth of his body on hers.
She put her head a little back in her neck, against his forearm, to be able to look up to him.
„Everything's allright? How are you, G?"
Gs smile was small.
He seemend to be calm, nearly relaxed.
„Well … I'm good now!"
Malgorzatta replied his smile.
She stroked with her hand slowly, emphasizing tender over his chest.
„Haven't you been good the last days?"
She looked at him worried.
„A lot of work … you know … „
Malgorzatta nodded.
„You have earend yourself a beautiful weekend."
„I've earned it myself with you!"
G again bowed forward and placed a long kiss on her lips before looking at her requesting, with a small move of his head tot he hall.
„Shall we go?"
„I'd love to!"
Malgorzatta sometimes could not believe how incredibly blue his eyes were, surrounded from long brown eyelashes. She did not know another man with such pretty eyes!
G took his bag. He looked at her.
As Malgorzatta felt this and replied his look, again she saw this little smile moving his lips. It took her by surprise a little bit, that obviously it was her, causing it.
She followed G to the counter of American Airlines.
There he put the booking papers on the desk.
The woman, sitting behind, only looked shortly to it before her smile was getting more wide.
„Mister Callen, my collague Shira … „ with a small gesture of her hand she pointed to the young woman standing on the left behind her „ … will further take care of you and your wife! Please feel free to leave your baggage here!"
She pointed to the short luggage rack on the floor beside the desk while Shira smiled to them with nodding her head and then left her place behind the desk. Beside her Airline pass she was wearing a key card on a long ribbon around her neck.
„Mrs. Callen, Mister Callen, hello, welcome! My name is Shira and I will take care of you until your check-in. Would you like to follow me please?"
„Thank you!"
G put his bag on the luggage rack beside the counter, turned to her and tenderly took hold on her trolley, added it to the rack.
„Thank you, G!"
The employee behind the counter immediately turned to their luggage while Shira pointed with a big smile to a can't-see-through-door of milky glass near the counter and then went in the direction of it, ahead ofthem, pulling her key card quickly through a lock on the wall.
Malgorzatta slightly felt Gs hand on her shoulder while he let her go ahead.
She knew, what was behind this door.
She'd been there with G twice.
It was a little paradise.
No security cameras were here. It was one oft he Airport Lounges of the LAX.
Here was a thick carpet on the floor, cosy wooden pannelling on the walls, indirect lights, a very big window on the left with a wonderful view at the runway on it's best, there were cosy little corners inviting to sit, a bar and a very invitating buffett an the wall opposite.
Malgorzatta realised satisfied with a quick look around, that just one man was here, reading his newspaper,
„I'm going to pick you up here … „ Shira took a quick look on her small wrist watch „ … in about half an hour, to check you in! Until then please enjoy staying here at the lounge, Mrs. Callen, Mister Callen!"
She nodded to them before she turned away and went out.
„Thank you!" Malgorzatta meant qickly after her.
„Have a seat, hm? Would you like a coffee, too?"
G knew perfectly well how much she loved the view here, he kissed her cheek gently while pushig her tender into this direction.
„Yes, thank, I'd love to!" Malgorzatta replied to him, stroking with her hand quickly over his chest before he turned away, went to the bar to order.
She went to the seat in the corner, took the seat on the thick upholstery nearly to the wall. The cushions for the back were high, it was really cosy here. Only if you have a much nicer destination you'll prefer to leave this place here.
G came to her.
He took the seat beside her, „Coffee's coming!" he meant with it.
„Thank you." Malgorzatta said to him and tried to catch his eye.
G looked at her.
Malgorzatta smiled to him.
She put her hand on his thigh.
„I'm pretty looking forward for this weekend with you! It's so long ago we had a bit time together!"
„Much too long!"
G put his arm around her shoulder, Malgorzatta cuddled up to him immediately. She felt his small kiss on her hair. It was like a life belonging to someone else.
Friday morning, twenty minutes to eleven, without any commitment, looking forward for a fantastic weekend with the man being more important to her than her husband.
Of course their time was limited, every day-life would catch up with them, but she prefered not think about it now.
The waitress from the bar balanced a small tray to them, with two cups, but also with two glasses of champagne, the light pink liquid was sparkling.
„Here you are, I'am wishing you a pleasant stay here!" she said while putting glasses and cups on the table in front of them.
„If you feel hungry so please enjoy our buffett!"
With her head she nodded to he among of trays on the tables standing behind them.
„Thank you." Malgorzatta meant again.
G nodded to her.
The waitress turned with her empty tray and went back to the bar.
Malgorzatta looked to G.
His smile to her was tender.
He bowed over he table, reached for one oft he glasses with the long handle and handed it over to her.
The liquid in it was so cold that the glass was steamed up.
„Thank you, G!"
He took the other glass and hold it to her requesting.
„To a nice weekend!"
„It'll be a wonderful weekend with you!"
Malgorzatta carefully put her glass against his, Gs smile became more clearly, he bowed over to her quick and touched with his lips softly her cheek.
„To a wonderful weekend with you!"
The champagne was cold.
Malgorzatta just felt the first sip going to her head.
She did not get on well with alcohol.
„Got something for you." G meant now.
Malgorzatta looked at him while putting her glass back on the table.
G reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a very small box, handed it over to her.
„For one more wonderful weekend with you."
Malgorzatta had to smile.
She could foresee what was in the little box with the engraved „ P „ on the top.
„Thank you, G. That is very nice from you. But you should not do that! Beside that, you really don't know if this weekend is going to be wonderful or if we will argue!"
G laughed.
It was strange.
She don't often saw him laughing.
He drank from his coffee, then looked at her again.
The look of his eyes was tenderly, very softly to her.
They'd never argued before!
But they hadn't an every-day-life together!
„We will not argue, Mali! With you, I have no reason for that! Go on, open it!"
Malgorzatta had to smile once more.
Typical man, could not wait to see if he had „chased" the right thing for his love. With that he was no different from the most!
Nevertheless she bowed forward to him, put her hand on his cheek and kissed him.
The scratching of his short beard at the palm of her hand was common to her. She loved it. On his lips she could taste the coffee he'd drunken. The look of his blue eyes kept hers tight while he was answering her kiss, tenderly, devoted.
„I love you."
He had told her often.
For the first time just a few days after they'd met, so authentically, so serious, she had to believe him at once.
Unfortunately she was already married then!
But she could not get up against her feelings for him!
„I love you too, G! I love you very much! So please stop making presents!"
„Never in my life!" G whispered low.
His eyes were still on her face, waiting.
Malgorzatta opened the box.
It was one more segment of jewlery for her bracelet.
He already gave her a snowflake to remember their long snow-weekend in Aspen and – after their first weekend together in a Luxury Resort in Puerto
Vallarta – a small cube with a heart on each side and a diamont in it. She got use to wear two bracelets, one with a „G", the other one with a „M" , both pieces of jewlery carefully intertwined.
Now it was a silvery piece of jewlery on the box, to collect both bracelets together.
Malgorzatta understood the symbolism at once.
For a moment she felt tears raise up and her throat seemend to narrow.
„You don't like it?"
She did not often see G so impatient.
Slowly she let her arm slide around his neck, pulled him close and kissed him.
Immedeately she could feel G calming down.
„It is beautiful! But please don't make me always presents!"
Trying, to give her words more meaning, she stroked with her lips over his scratchy cheek.
„Your beautiful eyes are always shining a little more when you're unwrapping a present!" G whispered.
Malgorzatta felt him breathing against her chest.
„It's impossible! They always shine when they see you! Thank you, Charming-Man!"
G laughed low.
His breath on her cheek was warm.
Malgorzatta felt his lips caressing to her ear, his tongue shortly on her earlap, his teeth.
„Can't wait until we've reached our hotel-room!"
G again laughed.
„Maybe we should lock ourselfs in the bathroom at the plane?"
His face was still very close to hers, his warm breath tickling the small hairs in front of her ear.
Malgorzatta could not resist, caressing with her right hand under Gs jacket, even if she wasn't in beeing tender in public, normally. She let her hand stroke to the waistband of his jeans, under his shirt, her fingertips on his warm soft skin.
„And tomorrow the newspapers tell: Special Agent done wife of czech ambassador at tenthousend meters altitude?"
She felt G breathing in deeply on his hand as he laughed.
Tenderly he put his hand on her cheek, caressing with his thumb softly over her skin while he whispered low: „As long as I am this Special Agent I don't care!"
He kissed her.
The look of his blue eyes was resting on her face.
„It's exciting when you talk like that!"
„It's exciting what you've done with your tongue on my ear! I nearly don't need a hotel-room any more!"
„You mean … this?"
G caressed with his lips very slowly, very emphatic over her cheek, Malgorzatta suddenly found it a little hard to breath. From one second to another it was warm, much to warm and the Lounge seemed to be far away. There only seemed to be G and her in this little corner here, their small world, but they were not alone. She could not bear down a small comforting sigh while she felt the tip of Gs tongue warm, damp, stroking on her earlap.
Her heart was beating up to her throat.
„We can took a later flight and check-in at the Airport-Hotel!" G whispered.
His teeth nibbled her earlap shortly, very careful, very cautious and despite that – or because of it – it made her very edgy.
„Very tempting, G!"
She had to clear her throat.
Slowly she stroked with her left, still laying on his neck, over his skin, over his short hair there.
She felt the light covering of sweat on her fingertips.
„But I would like to wait until we're in our hotel … we don't have to keep an eye on the clock then … even if it's hard for me … very hard … it feels so wonderful what you're doing!"
She turned her head on purpose, searched with her lips his ones, slowly over the hairs of his beard on his cheek.
G remained very calm.
Malgorzatta could see that he had closed his eyes a little bit by waiting for her kiss.
At her hand, on his side, she felt him breathing deeply, quickly.
So tender, so gently as she'd been able, she touched his lips with hers, tried to put in her kiss so much as even possible, of what she felt for him.
G seemed to stop breathing for a moment. He just simply enjoyed her kiss, a deep proof of his trust, Malgorzatta found.
She knew, he had some difficulties about that.
She did not know much more about him.
That he had been in several foster families.
That he had no relatives.
And that his marriage had broke down.
„Would you please give me a hand, G?"
„Of course, comoara meu!"
Gs lips lightly moved against hers, he looked at her.
Warmth was in his eyes, and tenderness.
Malgorzatta reached out her left wrist to him.
With very light, cautious movements G opened her bracelets, Malgorzatta let the chains fall on her tigh. She reached for the box, took a sip from her coffee before pulling the jewelry carefully out of the dark upholstery. Attentive she screwed it on both of the bracelets, layed them around her wrist and intwichted them again carefully.
„Would you please close them for me?"
„Certainly."
G grabbed both locks and closed them one after another, Malgorzatta loved the gesture he then layed his hand over hers, squeezing her fingers tenderly.
She searched for his look.
„Thank you! They're beautiful! I really love them, G!"
„And your beautiful eyes are shining much more!" G whispered, put his hand on her cheek, bowed a bit more forward to her and kissed her.
Malgorzatta saw from the corner of her eye Shira coming in and turning in the direction of their corner.
„I think it's time to leave!" she quickly whispered to G. He slipped a bit back on the seat, but did not let go of her hand.
Malgorzatta hid with her other hand discreet the box on her leg.
Shira stopped beside their table and cleared her throat quietly.
„Mrs. Callen! Mister Callen! I would like to accompany you to the check-in now!"
„Thank you. That's very kind!" Malgorzatta meant quickly and let the box fall into her bag.
G emptied his coffee, Malgorzatta did also, drank her Champagne.
Then they followed Shira out. There was a seperate way to the check-in counter. Malgorzatta put her handbag onto the moving floor for the X-Ray-Check, her jacket. G put his jacket there too.
After passing the metal detector without any problem, Shira came along on bord of the plane, said goodbye to them and provided them with wishes for a good flight and a nice holiday.
One of the stewardess took them over at once.
She showed them their First Class-Places, separeted from Economy and Business by a very thick curtain.
Malgorzatta found it perfect to realize, that they both would be only passengers here. The stars were lucky for a beautiful weekend for G and her!
The engines of the plane were already started. Just after fastening their seatbelts, still watching the safetiy video, it started to roll.
Malgorzatta looked over to G.
As their eyes met he put his hand warm on hers at the arm-rest, squeezing her fingers softly.
He knew, that she hated to fly.
But for nothing in the world she would liked to miss that here.
Rather than that she preferred to crash with him.
Nearly they had reached their altitude as their stewardess, Linda, approached with the menu to them. They had the choice between three dishes, appetizing snacks with fanciful names like Risotto on foam of truffle with medallion of veal, barb on bars of potatoe with sugar carrots
and caramalized pieces of chicken on creamcheese in nest of Tagliatelle.
The desserts to sounded tempting, fruity, creamy, frozen, chocolaty, rich in calories!
Linda at first offered wine, then champagne.
They'd chosen mineral water, G don't often drank alcohol except a beer and Malgorzatta disagreed with it. She still felt the champagne from the Lounge in her head.
Dazed, tired after the lunch and because of the monotone sound of the engines and meanwhile calmed down by one hour flight without any incident.
Even G seemed to be a little exhausted.
Small wrinkles curled around his eyes, which seemend to be a little smaller than before.
He wasn't interested at the in flight-movie, too, instead he lent his head on her shoulder and closed his armes around her waist. Feeling his calm regular breaths she realised very soon, that he had fallen asleep. His head on her shoulder, her chest was heavy, warm.
The curtain in front, at the aisle, separating the passenger area here from the kitchen for the stewardesses, was pulled back now, and Linda came in.
Her smile became more friendly as her eyes fell on G, sleeping.
„Are you comfortable, Mrs. Callen or is there anything, I can do for you?" she asked while opening one of the overhead-compartements and taking out a thick fluffy blanket in the colours of the airline, placing it on her thighs.
„Perhaps your husband would like to have a coffee when he wake up?"
Malgorzatta had to smile.
G liked coffee.
„Yes, certainly. That's very kind of you, thank you!"
„I'll keep that in mind!" Linda answered.
„Anything do you want, Mrs. Callen?"
„I would like to have a coffee too when my husband get his!"
„Of course, Mrs. Callen." Linda replied with a small nod.
She went down the aisle and disappeared to the passengers in the joining Business-Class.
Malgorzatta twitched with her left the blanket apart carefully and spreaded it with as less moves as possible over G. She pulled the blanket over his back up to his neck.
His head sank a little more forward.
Malgorzatta stopped moving immediately.
G moaned silently.
„Nem tudom." he murmured.
It ment „I don't know" in Hungarian.
Then his sleep seemend to became deeper, again he layed calm.
Malgorzatta touched with her lips carefully his head with his short hair.
Then she looked out the small windows.
It was very bright, a light blue sky, and now and then some pieces of clouds were passing by.
The rays of the sun were glittering and dancing on the right wing of the plane, which was to see from here.
There were four hours left to fly.
Malgorzatta lent back her head and closed her eyes, twitched the blanket a little more over to herself.
The presence of the other passengers was nothing more than a murmur in a distance behind them.
The air was warm and dry.
At its best she was dozed away, then suddenly she woke up while G winced and startled.
Now he was sitting beside her and seemend to be very desorientated, the look of his blue eyes was sleepy while his breast was moving up and down quickly.
The blanket had slipped from his shoulders.
„Where are we?"
Malgorzatta stroked with her hand softly over his back.
„On our way to Hawaii. Your sleep was very deep, wasn't it?"
G turned his head and looked at her.
He stroked with his hand over his face.
„Oh … of course."
Malgorzatta could see on his eyes, that he was returning just slowly into reality.
He took a look at his watch before looking at her again.
„I … did not sleep very well the last days!"
Malgorzatta raised herself a little more, slipped over to him and kissed him softly on his cheek.
She laid her arm around his waist while leaning against him.
„So busy?" she asked, trying to be inaccurate. She knew very well, that G did not talk to her about his work, and she did not even want to make the impression, asking for it.
„Yes … we had a few long nights."
He was still warm from his sleep, Malgorzatta liked how the warmth of his body spread on hers.
The scent of sleep was mixing with the scent of his shower gel, Un'cover by Yves Saint Laurent.
Lindas timing was perfect.
She appeared with a small tray and at once the scent of fresh coffee filled the air. Linda brought cookies with the coffee and – what Malgorzatta nearly liked most – warm moist cloth of cotton, rolled up and giving away a wonderful scent of Lavender.
„We are going to land in Oahu within the next thirty minutes!" she let them know.
„I am very sorry, but this means, I have to clean the tables in fiveteen minutes!"
„The coffee smells so good it will not last any longer!" Malgorzatta meant.
Linda smiled.
She nodded to them bevor leaving again and closing the curtain.
G grabbed one of the cloths, unrolled it and layed it on his face for a long moment.
Malgorzatta tasted the coffee.
It was excellent.
G took down the cloth, nearly folded it and let it fell on the tray.
„The coffee is very good." Malgorzatta meant to him.
He seemend to be a bit more awake now.
G put his hand on her shoulder, bowed a little over to her and kissed her.
„Yes, you're right!"
She had to laugh.
She caressed with her hand over his chest while G took his cup and drank from his coffee. By the look of his face she could see, that it was tasty for him.
„We're going to land soon, Linda said! What are we doing then, honey?"
„Driving to the hotel." G meant.
He stroked with his hand over hers.
„We've got a rented car, so we can do what we like, drive around a bit and discover the island! Maybe we look for a restaurant and have lunch. Perhaps there is a nice restaurant at the hotel. I don't know!"
„Then we will have a look!" Malgorzatta said.
„It all sounds very tempting! Have you ever been to Hawaii?"
G shortly shook his head.
„No, never. Have you?"
„No. Until now I have been more eastern. Very eastern!"
G laughed softly.
He drank from his coffee, slowly, luxurious, then grabbed the cloth again and wiped his hands.
„I see."
They arrived a few minutes earlier than scheduled at the Oahau-Airport. Linda handed them over with a friendly good-bye and best wishes for their holiday to her colleague on the ground, Kirsten, who escorted them at the First class-Zone through the passport-control, showed them their luggage, which was already checked out. She escorted them to the car hire, too, where G just had to sign the prepared lease aggrement and was handed then the car keys. The car was ready for them at the pick-up, it was driven to them; checking out and complaying with all the formalitys had taken less than thirty minutes for them.
On the downside they had no time to look around. Malgorzatta liked airports.
She liked to watch the people, the touch of itchy feet, the very different atmosphere, being completely loose from the every-day-routine.
„Maybe on sunday we could drive back a little earlier?" she suggested to G while driving to the hotel.
„I would like to look around at the airport a little bit!"
G gave her a short glimpse before looking at the street again.
A small smile moved his lips.
„You like airports, don't you?"
„Yes, I do."
„I nearly just know air force bases!" G meant.
Being here was like in a dream.
Palms were standing on the left and on the right of the broad clean streets, it was luscious green and nearly everywhere it was blossoming colourful.
Already from the Airport the Pacific was to see, now the street to the city joined the blue water.
There was a beach in Los Angeles, too.
But it was different here.
„Perhaps you can stop for a moment, please, G?"
G gave her a quick glimpse.
„Why? You're not feeling well?"
He was stirring the car already to the roadside.
„Sure, everything's fine!"
Malgorzatta laid her left hand on his tigh.
„But I would like to look around a bit outside!"
„Yes, okay."
G parked the car on the roadside and put out the engine.
Malgorzatta left the car.
It was warm.
But it was another warmth than in Los Angeles, as the heat in the city.
A cool breeze was coming from the water across, which was spreading like a calm blue surface in front of her.
The waves were small.
The beach looked inviting, the sand broad, cream-coloured.
The street was so high above the beach, that the people down there were nothing more than little dots.
A batter with green plants was leading from here, behind the saftey fence, down to the beach.
Not much people were there.
„Mali!"
Malgorzatta turned her head and saw G, coming around the car.
He was holding his cell phone in his hand, the camera aiming at her and he had pushed the camera button bevor she could avoid it.
„G, please, don't! You know, I don't like it!"
G aimed again untouched und took a second one before pushing the cell phone in one pocket of his Jeans, and coming to her.
„Please allow myself this one picture from you!" he meant while laying both arms around her, pulling her close.
„I have nothing else from you!"
Malgorzatta looked up to him, laying both arms around his chest, cuddling up to him.
For a moment she felt her throat narrowing with his words.
It even did not sound reproachful, just like a matter of fact.
The expression of his face was calm, caring.
She felt the warmth, tenderness in his look to her.
Now he bent down a little to her and kissed her.
Malgorzatta caressed with her left hand slowly over his back, up to his neck.
His skin under the thin cloth of his shirt was warm.
On her fingertips she could feel the light covering of sweat on his neck.
„You've got more from me than you're perhaps thinking, G!"
G lowered his head for a moment.
She heard him laughing quietly.
She felt it as a movement against her chest.
He closed his arms a little more behind her back, pulled her for a moment so close that she could not breath.
She could not avoid a small wheeze.
„Of course, Mali. I know it. But sometimes … „ he looked at her, calm, seriously, tender, laid his hand on her right cheek and caressed with his fingertips softly over her skin.
„ … I wish it would be more! It would be more and it would be more often! Every day!"
Malgorzatta swallowed.
She instantly had the feeling, to explain herself, to defend herself.
Because she was married.
That she already'd been married as they met.
That she are not changing it.
She went on her tiptoes, touched with her lips carefully Gs.
G replied her kiss lightly.
„I love you, G. I love you so much! I would not be here with you if I wouldn't! And I am very happy about this weekend with you! And I am hoping very much, that there'll be a lot of weekends more to be!"
„It's your turn!" G answered promptly.
Sometimes he was kind of challenging.
So right now.
But Malgorzatta did not want to respond to it.
It hurted.
She did not want that here, in this beautiful surrounding.
She wanted to keep this weekend in good memory.
Also she tried, to keep her voice calm, tender, leant a little more against him.
„Then let's drive to the hotel, hm?"
She looked at him.
The expression on Gs face was still softly, caring for her, the look of his eyes calm.
He was not angry with her, that she was not changing it. He took it, as it was, and tried to take his avange over it, just like she met him.
G Callen liked to stay in the background. And there you did not dare to underestimate him.
„Okay." he meant now.
And did not move!
Still looked at her, tender, loving.
Malgorzatta did not care.
She would have loved standing here with him all the time.
Far away from home, from her normal life, that she did not love any more!
It was pleasant here in the sun, with the lightly breeze, free from all dutys with nothing to look forward at a weekend, which already had begun, with the man, she really loved!
She had to smile.
Slowly she caressed with her hand from his back, over his side to his chest,
up over the front of his shirt, over the seam of his collar onto his neck, carefully against the hairs of his beard, over his chin.
Tenderly she stroked with the tip of her forefinger over his pretty signed underlip.
G let it happen for a very long moment.
She felt his deep breathing against her chest.
Finally he put a kiss on her finger.
„Come, let's go to the hotel!" he meant and pushed her tenderly in the direction of the car, opened the door on the passenger side for her.
„Thank you." Malgorzatta went in.
The very obliging people from the car rental had put the address of their hotel into the navigation system. So they found the big bright building without any problems.
An employee of the hotel parked the car in the basement garage while another one brought their baggage into the foyer.
A third one led them to the reception.
The foyer of the hotel was big, noble, the people dressed expensive, the ambiace glamorous, the atmosphere grand.
Checking in here brimed over with phrases of politeness and after a few minutes an employee led them up to their suite.
Malgorzatta found it sounding expensive.
The hotels, they'd stayed in so far, have been upper middle-class.
G always paid for anything, left her no chance to pay also a bill.
That sometimes made her uncomfortable.
But G was not to taken by suprise.
Now it nearly took her breath away as he let her went ahead into the rooms while the employee handed the key card to him, together with „ best wishes for a pleasant stay".
„Thank you!" Malgorzatta quickly meant after her und looked to G, who was closing the door.
„It's absolutely beautiful here!" she meant to him, nearly overwhelmed.
On the left was a small kitchen.
She was standing in the living room, with a real big picture window and a glass door out to the balcony.
From here where she stood, in front of the living room table, she cold see the pacific.
It was as blue as Gs eyes.
Also the beach was to see, a broad, white bow on the right, on which soft waves slinged on. Palms were edging the street on the right.
A little smile scurryed over Gs face.
He put his jacket over the chair-back, laid the key-card on the table, then he came to her and put a kiss on her cheek.
„Come, let's have a look around!" he meant tenderly und softly pushed her into the direction of the room next door.
It was the sleeping room.
Big, cream-coloured, with a little corner to sit in on the left beside the door, a wardrobe to walk in on the right and a very big Flatscreen-TV on the wall.
The bed, on the opposite of the door, was luscious.
It was high, it was very broad, with a bed-head nearly as high as half of the wall.
At least eight cushions covered the bed-head, the bedcover was made of a very heavy, fawn cloth and the people from the house-keeping laid a heart from red flower leafs on it, filled with yellow and pink flower leafs.
„Wow!" Malgorzatta meant impressed.
From the corner of her eye she saw G smile.
She cuddled up to him.
Here also was a door out to the balcony, which even owened a whirl-pool.
A corner to sit in was here, with garden furniture and thick cushions, a sunshade and a little closet in which towels and bath towels were stored.
High sunshades avoided the looks from their neighbors.
„Come!" G pulled her softly through the sleeping room into the big bathroom.
The shower cubicle was adornend with small mosaic tiles, even with the ground and had a glass door. The bathtube was around the corner on the left on the headside of the room, a few steps lead up to the edge. On the right of the room were two sinks and a big mirror.
A door on the headside of the room led to the seperate toilet. On this door were hanging two white, very fluffy looking bathrobes. Towels and bath-towels were rolled into a shelf on the right beside the door.
On the placement areas around the sinks were standing an unbelievable amount of this little bottles with shampoo, conditioner, shower gel and more.
„I think I would like to stay here forever, G!" Malgorzatta meant as G pulled her tenderly back into the sleeping room.
Not until yet she noticed the small basket with fruits on the low table and the plate with chocolates.
G laughed quietly.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
Malgorzatta enjoyed how tight he kept her close, that he swayed her very softly.
He looked at her.
„What about lunch? I could eat something. After that … I don't know. What do you like to do this evening? Having a stroll, dancing, having a drink, Trip on a boat?"
Margorzatta replied his asking look calmly.
She had to smile.
It was nice from him, to offer her things like that, it would had been tempting if they had holidays for about two weeks.
But their stay here for two was limited und their hours together precious.
She intended not to waste it with Tourist-Attractions.
Lightly she went on the tips of her toes, touched with her lips Gs underlip, put a tender kiss on it, stroked with the tip of her tongue softly over it.
She felt G enjoing it.
He stood very still. His eyes were closed a little bit. He urged himself a bit against her. His hand stroked lightly over her back, from her neck to her throat, up to her cheek.
Carefully he began to reply her kiss. The play of the tip of his tongue with hers was softly. Malgorzatta cuddled up to him.
She felt his warmth on her body. Him breathing against her chest.
For long seconds she was tempted to stroke with her hand under his shirt, to feel his warm soft skin on hers. She was longing to have him very close near, familiar, tender, she loved being together with him.
But she restrained herself.
„Should we go for lunch now, Darling?"
G looked at her.
He smiled.
„You're afraid I'm starving? That I'll … „ he kissed her tenderly „ … fail?"
Malgorzatta smiled at him, tried hard to get it not amused but softly.
„You failing … „ she kissed him „ … is my smallest problem. It's so beautiful with you, I really love it! But perhaps it will be a little more nicer if it's possible, when you're not hungry and we both had lunch … or dinner … like last time … in the tiny restaurant … and then we drove to your place … remember?"
She looked at him.
Gs smile was warm, tender.
It touched her heart.
„Of course. How could I forget? It was a beautiful evening with you! And a much more beautiful night! Even if it was too short!"
„I'm glad we'll have more time this weekend, G!" Malgorzatta meant in a low voice.
She stroked with her hand over his side.
G stretched his neck a little more forward, caressed with the tip of his nose over her throat.
Malgorzatta felt him breathing in deeply.
„You smell lovely. It is still … „
He looked at her.
He was thinking about it, Malgorzatta saw it.
„ … NCIS: LA – pour femme!" she said.
G laughed.
He pulled her close, hugged her for a moment very tight. Then he looked at her again.
„No. It's Donna, isn't it?"
Malgorzatta nodded, capitulating.
„Yes."
G nodded.
„I always think of you when I smell it. This is happening not very often, I think more often of you without smelling it! It is a very challenging scent. Just a few women can wear it properly!"
Malgorzatta had to smile.
„I still remember how we chose it together, at the airport. You liked it at once!"
„You're the only one I like to smell it on!" G whispered in a low voice and kissed her.
Malgorzatta was not able to, and even did not want to, repress a little sound of well-being.
At this moment there was nothing more to wish for her than being with G, in a wonderful place, looking forward for only just a few, but undisturbed hours with him.
„Should we go for lunch now, dear?"
„Later." G whispered …
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