"Sit on the bed, Henrik," Roxanna said firmly as she set the wine on his nightstand. He cocked his head to one side, trying to figure out what she was driving at, and she shook her head, a coy smile on her lips. "I think you'll enjoy this, since I didn't bring anything other than your jumper to sleep in."
A hint of a smile began to dance around his face as he nodded. "Yes, darling," he said as he sat, taking hold of his wine glass and sipping at it as he watched to see what she would do next. The coy look on her face faltered a moment, and he knew that she was nervous for some reason, and he made certain to keep watching her, the smile never leaving his lips. She took a deep breath as she unbuckled the belt around her waist, letting it fall to the floor as she danced to a song in her head. The next thing she did was unzip her jean skirt, twitching her hips until it fell to the floor, leaving her in just her panties and shirt. He felt his nostrils flare a little as her hands moved to the buttons on her shirt, slowly undoing them from the bottom up. The fabric gaped apart, and he unconsciously licked his lips in anticipation of what came next.
"Do you like what you see?" she teased as she shrugged her shoulders, the shirt falling to the floor to join the growing pile of her clothes as she reached behind her back and hurriedly unclipped her bra, pulling it off her body before bending down and grabbing all her clothes, sashaying over to where he had left her satchel and pulling out his jumper, tugging it over her head before joining him on the bed, reaching out for her wine glass. "I need a little more confidence before that will last a little longer, Henrik. I just wanted to try something a little out of the box?"
He nodded as he handed Roxanna her glass before slinging his arm around her waist and bundling her close, welcoming the feel of her head coming to rest on his shoulder. "I'm pleased that you felt comfortable enough to share that with me, Roxy." Henrik kissed the top of her head as he ran his hand up and down her side. "I really don't think that it's my jumper any longer, though, do you? It looks much better on you, anyway."
She sighed happily before giggling. "That suits me just fine." Roxanna drained her glass before handing it back to him and scooting around on his bed until she was relaxing against the headboard. Henrik refilled their glasses before copying her posture. "So, tell me all about Fredrik! He must be getting big already. It's been months since we've seen him, after all."
He smiled as he nodded, leaning back to the nightstand to open the top drawer and pull out a stack of letters. Most of them were from Roxanna, but the latest one from Maja was near the top. Shuffling through the envelopes, he pulled it out and replaced the letters in the drawer. "Here, you can look at the pictures she sent," he said softly as he pulled everything out of the envelope, handing over the photographs as he unfolded the letter and cleared his throat. "Fredrik is growing like a weed, and I have the feeling that he will be just as tall as you are by the time he is an adult," he read, trying to skip over some of the more unimportant details, like how Maja constantly reminded him that they could still be a family, if he would only return to Sweden, and take up practicing medicine there. Roxanna seemed to know that he was holding back, since she moved closer to him, resting her head on his chest as she cooed a little at the picture of Fredrik.
"He's starting to look more like Maja, though he does have your curly hair. Oh, Henrik, I cannot wait to be a larger part of his life. Even if it does mean that our budgets are going to have to be a little tighter to afford trips to Sweden." He let his arm come to rest around her shoulders as he nodded. "Seriously, any future that we have together includes your son. I knew that the moment you told me about Fredrik, and I understand." Roxanna lifted her head so that she could brush her lips against his jaw.
"When I find out what I ever did to deserve you in my life," he said lowly, half hoping that she wouldn't hear, "I will sing the highest praises to the heavens." From the pleased sigh that erupted from her lips, he knew that she had overheard, but he supposed that was all right, since she would always keep his confidences.
"I might hold you to that, Henrik. So long as I get to choose the song you sing. Most likely something Wagnerian." He let out a surprised chortle, and she nodded. "Don't think I haven't paid attention to what you listen to when you need to calm down, Henrik. I have made it my mission to learn as much about you as I can, even if it means I have to pay even more careful attention to the things you don't say. You're still a bit of a mystery to me at times, and I love a good mystery."
"And for all your open-hearted ways, you are a lot like me, Roxy. There are hidden facets to you that I can only get a handle on when I glance at you out of the corner of my eye, catching you at an unguarded time." He took her wine glass from her hand and set it next to his on the nightstand before stuffing the letter and pictures back into the envelope.
"Oh, please, let me take one of the pictures home with me! And we need to get our picture taken together before I head back, too. You keep running through my dreams, but I need a current face to attach to my dream lover."
He nodded as he took out the picture she had been so enamoured with earlier, setting it on the nightstand before sticking the letter in the drawer and turning his focus on her once more. "It's only nine months, that's almost the length of a pregnancy, and those don't seem to take too long."
"Tell that to the woman carrying the fetus," she replied drily, and he chuckled as they dug their feet beneath the covers and stretched out on the bed in tandem. Then he was turning to her, bringing his arm to rest around her waist as he looked into her eyes. "So, I was able to get tickets to the concert I was telling you about in my last letter. Maggie is going with me, since I don't really like going to concerts alone, and I knew you wouldn't be able to come with me. Though once we're together, I am dragging you to a few, when we have time. I'll even go to the opera for you, as a compromise."
"A compromise?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. She dissolved into giggles as she nodded, and Henrik slipped his hand down her back to cup her arse as he shook his head. "You do know that I've caught you humming along to my music in the lab. And even when there is no music, you're starting to sing the songs I play over and over again."
Roxanna nodded as she reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of his face. "Guilty." She grinned a little before leaning in and kissing him softly. "But I won't stop. I've even picked up a few records for the lab that reminded me of you, so that you'll be with me in spirit at least." He smiled as he slipped his hand beneath the jumper to run up her back, letting his thumb brush against the swell of her breast as he kissed her deeply, knowing that the time for talking was now at an end.