Sunday with Alex
Around 9am I awake alone in my bed and for a moment I thought that the sweet caress of that bare leg was just a dream. I looked around the room seeing her jeans slung over a chair I realised that it was real.
I removed myself from the warm bed and saw that the magical creature that welcomed me into her arms last night, sat curled up on the two seater out on the balcony. She was dressed in a pair of my jogging bottoms and that old T-shirt, nursing a cup of tea. She didn't seem to hear me as I walked slowly into the kitchen area, so I decided to pour a cup and join her. She had already made a pot but as I picked it up, it was stone cold, all I could think was how long had she been up. I made a new pot and took the warmer out of the cupboard, the whole time I was in the kitchen I never took my eyes away from the back of the curly mane; it never moved. I carried the milk out with the warmer and returned for the cups and tea-pot. As I looked at that beautiful face, I saw that she had been crying. I poured her a fresh cup and took the old one from her hands, she smiled. Not that magical, bewitching smile from before but a weak, tried smile. I racked my mind trying to think what could have happened to cause the red strikes that now marked her face. I sat back, my mind racing, not saying anything waiting for her to react. I drank my tea slowly, wanting to reach to her but feeling that it was not what she wanted. At first she didn't budge then slowly she reclined backwards, leaning her head against me. I finished my cup without a word being spoken between us.
The phone rang making us both jump. I left her and went into the living room. It was Jamie. We talked for a while about me visiting him before Christmas and how things were going in general. I was glad to hear that the training that he was doing was going well. As I talked to him I started to get breakfast organised, a good English breakfast; eggs, bacon, sausages and toast. This is the reason I love Sundays, I have enough time to cook what I wanted. I nearly dropped the eggs when Jamie asked about Alex, had I seen her again, what happened in London? This was the first time we had spoken since our cousins wedding. I told him that yes I had been in contact with her since that first encounter, but this was not something I wanted to talk about yet. Before he could say anything else I explained that I had company and really should get back to them.
By the time Jamie and I had finished on the phone, breakfast was nearly ready with only the eggs still to do. Alex had come inside and was now sitting on the stool where she sat last night. We finally made some small talk and she seemed to warm up a little. I explained that that was Jamie on the phone, she had met him that night in London, and she smiled and nodded. I asked how long had she been up but the only answer I got was a shrug of her shoulders. We ate heartedly; this is one way where I am just like my dad: food is so important; it brings people together. After we finished eating, I cleared the plates and moving my stool next to hers, I placed my hands on her knees, which had warmed me last night and turned her to face me. I lifted one hand to her face. She let her head fall into my hand, I kissed her lips very softly, and looking into those amazing green eyes that had somehow lost their sparkle I asked her what had upset her. She shook her head trying to pull away saying that it was nothing, she was being stupid. I answered simply "then tell me what you are being stupid about". What she said next would be a theme that we would discuss time and time again.
"I am old enough to be your mother" Yes this was true there was a large age gap between us almost 20 years but that didn't bother me one bit.
"Don't you want someone your own age?" I wanted to scream no but instead of, I answered softly "What I want is right in front of me" I could see that she was getting ready to argue so I slipped off my stool and placing myself between those sweet thighs, face to face and pulled her close, placing my forehead on to hers and told her that I too was scared, scared of how she made me feel, scared of what other people would say, scared of what the press would write, scared of not being able to pleasure her the way men had before but most of all scared of losing her. Over the last couple of weeks I had grown to care about her and not the flirtatious, sassy Ms Kingston that I had watched on the TV for so long but the soft, caring insecure Alexandra that sat on my balcony worrying about what could happen before anything had.
As I spoke her green eyes, never leaving my dull brown ones, started to glow with the magical spark I was used to seeing. She saw in my eyes that I meant what I was saying and more. She may have been older than me in years but there was an almost childish fragile soul inside her, a scared child that didn't want to be hurt. The more I learnt about this complex woman the deeper my affection grew. I kissed her tenderly on the lips and feeling her respond to me, I repeated this more passionately. She embraced me wrapping her legs around me, pulling me even closer to her. As I kissed her sweet soft skin, she whispered that she was scared too of all that and much more. Although I could tell that we both wanted to take this further, the phone rang breaking the mood somewhat. This time it was Alex's cell phone. It was Matt Smith wanting to know where she was and what she was up to. I didn't stay to hear the conversation, the little time we had spent together I had learnt one thing that was very important, she was a private person and I didn't want to force my way into her life. Although it was a lovely morning, there was a heavy atmosphere between us and I wanted to shake that off. I decided to have a quick shower and give her some privacy. Unfortunately my shower lasted too long as when I returned I found her curled up on the sofa, asleep. I asked myself again how long had she really been out on the balcony that morning. I drew the blinds and placed a comforter around her, taking my laptop I sat out on the balcony, writing emails and surfing the web.
After a few hours Alex joined me, apologising for falling asleep all the time, the jet lag had got the better of her this time. I smiled and asked if she was feeling better now. She smiled back at me and with that we didn't discuss our worries further that day.
She didn't want to leave the apartment all day so we made a light lunch and spent the rest of the day talking and watching TV curled up together under the comforter on the sofa.
That evening I drove her back to the hotel, her hand never leaving my thigh. I didn't want the drive to end. We made plans for the next week. I parked in the same spot as before and waited for her to leave. She turned kissing me, firstly on the lips and then down my neck. I felt myself melting under her touch. She whispered in my ear, her breathing racing as mine was that this weekend had been prefect. My hand caressed her small, round breast wishing now that we had done so much more to each other. We pulled apart as another headlamps came into view. She didn't want anyone to know and I was fine with that, as long as I knew that was all that mattered. We said our final goodbyes and promised to write knowing that there was no chance of that not happening.
The next 3 weeks followed the same pattern, a week of her filming and me working apart with the phone to keep us close, weekends in my flat, eating, talking and expressing our affection for each other.