Chapter 13

Finally, Emily got up. Mick was going mad with boredom. Watching her sleep only held its charm for so long.

''Ughh, what time is it Mick?'' Emily asked groggily still not fully awake. She had just woken up two minutes ago and was still getting accustomed to being awake. Her eyes were squinted in an adorable way and she could hardly lift her head off the pillow. He must have done some serious damage.

''It's exactly 11:17 a.m. pet.'' He couldn't talk too fast or Emily wouldn't understand what he was saying. It was like she was hungover, drunk on love.

''That's not too bad I suppose. The lie-in was nice. Last night was nice,'' she smirked putting her arms around his neck and kissing him. It was nice to wake up to someone. It was nice to be able to kiss someone first thing in the morning. It was nice to not wake up alone.

''Yes it was,'' he said kissing her back. She had morning breath but Mick didn't care. Everything else was so delicious it drowned the taste out. ''Do you want some coffee?''

''Oh please! I need it to function!''

Mick slipped on his boxers and went downstairs for the coffee. While he was away Emily realxed on the bed, eyeing up the clothes thrown on the floor. Last night was pretty wild. She had never felt that much passion in, well ever, and she had enjoyed herself immensely. She had forgotten just how good sex could be.

Mick returned to the bedroom holding two cups of expensive coffee. Emily never did anything cheap. He kicked open the door and handed one cup to Emily who was still on the bed.

''I thought you would have gotten up by now sweetie.''

''I am up,'' said Emily standing up,''See.''

''Have a good sleep?''

''I did actually. I had this dream I was on this beach and there was a lovely breeze blowing...''

''You had that dream too?''

''Ya... you had it?''

''Ya I did. Was there music in yours too?''

''Ya! That's so weird!'' exclaimed Emily. It was strange that they both had the same dream. There must be some special link between them.

''God, it bloody is,'' Mick commented a little confused. How could they both have the same dream?

''Mm I love it when you use your English words,'' said Emily seductively putting down her coffee and slipping her arms around his neck.

He put his coffee down next to hers and put his hands on her waist. ''Really?'''

''Mmm,''Emily nodded in agreement.

''Bloody 'ell, tis true!'' spoke Mick trying to remember English phrases. It was harder than he thought. He was always reduced to a blithering idiot whenever she was around. He never lost his cool around women, she must be something special.

''Oh! Just like that!'' Emily breathed into his ear. She began nibbling on it, as he seemed to enjoy it last night.

''Mm you know I like that.''

''I know. Why do you think I'm doing it?''

He didn't answer. He turned his head and began to devour her lips. They tasted like strawberries, the flavour of her chapstick. His tongue met hers in the middle and they both started exploring each other's mouths. They fell back on the bed again, and hands started navigating further south down their bodies. Her skin was so smooth, like silk almost and it felt great to touch. His other hand was in her soft dark hair. He had messed it up quite badly last night and began doing more damage right now.

Mick's hand was caressing Emily's body and making her feel cherished and wanted. Most men just jumped straight into the sex, never pausing to think of the woman but Mick wasn't like that. He cared and made sure she was happy before doing anything for himself. Her hand was now in his messy hair(that was her fault). She had a thing about his hair. Whenever they kisse, her instinctive reaction was to go for his hair. It was soft and felt well-cared for despite the amount of gel he plastered on it.

An hour later after they had both showered and had finished what they were...doing, Mick took Emily out for lunch. He had spotted a nice little cafe a few blocks away and was eager to try it out.

''Where are we going Mick?'' Emily asked impatiently. She hadn't eaten since last night and she was starving. She could actually hear her stomach grumbling.

''A little cafe I saw,'' replied Mick pulling on his leather jacket that he always wore, no matter where they were going, he always wore that jacket. Except if they were going somewhere nice and Emily threatened to circumcise him if he didn't wear a suit. She was probably joking but he wasn't ready to take that chance. She was unpredictable.

''Is it far? I am absolutely starving.''

''I know. I can hear your stomach growling at me,'' Mick laughed.

''That is you fault!,'' she accused,''If you had gotten me breakfast in bed instead of .. well you know, it wouldn't be like that!''

''Heh, sorry. I'll pay.''

''Dam right you will.'' He always paid anyway. Emily always 'forgot' her purse of 'forgot' to go the ATM. No wonder she had so much money.

They reached the cafe in ten minutes. Emily had started eating her hair and Mick began to walk faster. That freaked him out.

''Ok Em, you can stop eating your hair, were here.''

''And not a second too early,'' Emily sighed, spitting her hair out. This place better be good. The places he picked out were never that good and she never said that to him as she didn't want to hurt his feelings. Every time it was her turn to pick where they were going, she always picked some sophisticated high-class place that had a dress code. He always picked some cosy pub or restaurant that wasn't too expensive. The food wasn't bad, she was just used to fancier restaurants. She'd have to learn to tone down her expectations.

To Emily's surprise the food was quite nice. The cafe was small, but did have nice food. And their cakes were just devine. She had a sweet tooth.

''Wow, you didn't eat a lot at all Em. Thanks for saving me so much money,'' said Mick sarcastically putting his wallet back into his jeans pocket and exiting the cafe.

''Sorry,'' apologised Emily, linking arms with Mick. ''I'll pay next time.''

''You've been saying that for the last three weeks.''

''I know, but I'm serious this time.''

Mick didn't believe her but he didn't really mind paying. He loved treating her and anyways he was old-fashioned.

They started chatting about the movie they hadn't finished when Emliy stopped abruptly. ''Do you smell that?''

''Smell what?''

''I'm not sure. It's like rotting,'' said Emily her voice trailing off as she walked into the bushes where the smell was originating.

Mick followed her in. ''Emily come on, it's probably just someone's trash. Pheww, I can smell it now!''

''It's not trash. It smells like a dead animal or something.''

''Then it probably is. Leave it,'' coughed Mick. That smell was awful.

Emily ignored him and let the punguent smell guide her along. After trekking through a few bushes Mick caught her arm and commanded ''Emily come on. Leave it!''

She shrugged out of his grasp . ''No! I'm following this,'' she barked.

''Come on Em! Let's go!,'' he insisted. This smell was making him feel uneasy. He just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

Emily continued to make her way through the bushes, stumbling occasionly on the rocky terrain. Mick followed reluctantly continuing to try to persuade her to turn back but to no avail. Curse her stubborness.

Suddenly Emily tripped over an exposed tree root. ''Emily are you ok?'' Mick shouted. He had fallen behind a bit as the smell grew stronger and made him feel sick.

''I'm fine! I'm fine!'' she roared back at him. She turned to get up but then she screamed.

''Emily what is it? Did you fall again?''

Emily didn't answer. She was still lying on the ground, her face still flat on the ground. She looked frightened.

''Emily what is it?''

She crawled over to him and held his legs. ''Over there,'' she pointed.

Mick helped her up and she took him over to where she had fallen. She pointed at the ground.

What Mick saw was gruesome. It was a human hand, partly covered in flesh. By the looks of it, it had been there for a long time. The hand was hidden by some leaves and branches. Mick brushed them off to reveal the rest of the victim.

It was a woman's badly decomposed body, lying naked on the ground, thrown as if she was a piece of thrash. Mick walked back over to Emily and held her. She had turned white with fright. She had seen worse things than this, but never so up close and personal.

They walked back over to the body. ''What do you think happened to her?''

''I don't know Em. I don't know. But I do know is that's no dead animal.''