Well, well, well, this time you have owed to
wait a bit too much I must admit it, however the long wait goes all to your
advantage: from this chapter in then, in fact, my English will be - more or
less- perfect, after an along attend and an along suffer has finally to my -and
yours- disposition the program of automatic translation -and my job is reduced
of 1/ 3- therefore now doesn't have excuses for don't read my fanfict. Enjoy ^ _^ !
Cursive: when a character is expressed in an other
language (es.: Betsy);
'_____': Thoughts of the characters;
"_____": dialogues;
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by Pat-chan
Cap. 3: In the rooms
of the Prince
"Ferio, are you here?" Fuu asked again taking off the shoes
"it's strange, yet I did think he has the evening turn on Friday."
Also if the flat at the moment was uninhabited,
she was not able to chase away the blush from her cheeks, she was alone in
those rooms which transuded of his presence: Ferio wasn't messy, but he did things to half and that day the dishes
were in the sink, the utensils from gardening on a sheet of newspaper near
flowerpots, the dirty laundry was to wash, the bed was ok but she thought it
was good remake it, she didn't dare think in what conditions were the bathroom.
'I must admit: he is a bit messy.' She thought
with a sigh and began to be busy 'I guess he will return in a hour and since
I'm here I think it's well tidy up and cook something for supper, when I will
come back home I'll call up him.'
Ferio's
flat was furnished with a delicious colonial style - it previously was of Miss
Leann, who had surrendered it at him furnished-, simple but elegant, perfect
for him, but there were some objects he had carried from Sephiro, among which
one splendid portrait of Princess Emeraude; on his bedside table she noticed
for the first time a photograph holder and she was surprise to see that it
framed a her photo gone off during the last scholastic trip.
'Of certain this is work of Umi' she thought.
Fuu was washing the cups when two wet arms
encircled her bust just under her breast and she was about to launch a cry when
she recognized the laughter from behind her shoulders.
"Ferio, are these jokes to become?!"
She hissed without turn, his laughter seemed to
grow faint.
"Sorry, but the temptation was too strong. But you must not
leave the door ajar."
He reproached in turn leaning himself
completely to her back and tightening the embrace, he then placed his chin on
her shoulder for see what she was doing.
"Are you rotten, would I can known where do you have
stayed?"
"My
neighbour, Mrs. Kanzaki, had asked me to help her to wash her dog, and Pachi is
a type for nothing calm: it has thrown me three or four times in the tub. You
know, when I've entered and have sight you to the sink, it seemed I was an
employee who, went back home from the job, finds his own adorable wife
preparing the supper."
Fuu blushed listening the second part of his
answer and tried to gather on the dishes while Ferio kissed her right cheek
repeatedly.
"This is the first time you come here
alone, I wouldn't have hoped it..."
She gasped when she felt his hands move on her
body, one ready to lace her the waist and the other moving up and grasping
possessively her breast and his lips moving from her cheek toward the neck.
"Ferio... it will be very embarrassing explain to my parents
why I am wet: if you want to dry yourself you could use the towels."
She murmured, her voice between the prayer and
the pleasure. He just lets the taking and took himself off some footsteps.
"This is the first time you come here
alone, it must be important. To what do I owe this your visit?"
He repeated with his usual grin.
Fuu finished drying the cups and putted it in
the cupboard: she knew very well the answer but there was something else. She
in the last times felt Ferio had something to tell her, or to ask her, and she
didn't understand what it is, and she didn't dare to make questions on the
subject; nonetheless she felt in their relationship was something wrong: they
hadn't serious problems even if sometimes they fought, like each common couple,
and they didn't stay mad with each other for more than a week, he loved her as
the first day and she also. But there was something wrong, something was
missing and she didn't understand what. She knew only that Ferio wanted something
from her and that she wanted something from him and she didn't have any idea of
what it could be.
"Surely you aren't here to set in order my
house. Let me see...mmhh... it doesn't seems you have forgotten any book."
"Oh...well... tell me Ferio, what do you think to do next
Sunday?"
She asked turning. He smiled as he saw her
cheeks' slim blush.
"The usual things: wake up later, water my lilies, imagine
what you are doing, what we could do together if you are here, think of you,
dream of you..."
He began to tease her for the taste to see her
cheeks become redder. She scolded him and he answered with laughter.
"Fuu, could you tell me why are you
here?"
"I..."
Fuu hesitated, she turned toward the fridge but
Ferio took her by the wrist and made her to sit on the sofa.
"Do you want talk 'bout it while we drink
something cool? Ice tea or orange juice?"
"Ah... emmh... ice tea."
"For the miss an ice tea...and for the
gentleman? -For me a glass of leda (a drink of Sephiro. Ndr). -I'm
sorry, don't we have leda: it is very expensive matter foods and drinks
from an other world. -Then an ice tea also for me."
"Ferio, you aren't at the Douglas'!"
Fuu burst her sides with laughter.
"See what I must do for see you smile! You
shouldn't make me work hard each time in this way."
Ferio exclaimed handing her a glass and united
to her laughs his, then he sat close her. Fuu told between a sip and the other:
" This afternoon I've gone to the Sunshine
where they have given me two free tickets for the amusement park that has stayed
inaugurated last month, the Fairy Park, so I have thought that, as we could not
spend much time together -I am busy with exams and you have your job- we could
go there for spend one Sunday just I and you, but if you..."
"This one it's a beautiful idea! Therefore we will be the two
of us... the perspective is very tempting. Do I come to take you home?"
"Are you crazy?! We see to the park nearby the Tokyo Tower
before the fountain at 9:30 AM: we will take an hour for arrive to the Fairy
Park so don't arrive late."
"To your orders knight."
Telling this he set the glasses on the table,
hugged her by waist and leaned the head on her breast.
"Ferio... want to remove you from there? I
am not a pillow."
"Nope."
Fuu sigh and asked a bit bored:
"Do I can at least know why you are so
obsessed from my breast? You know how I am flat."
"Because it's the warmer and softer thing
I know, like each of you. And you are not at all flat, you sooner or later must
realize how you are charming."
He replied looking at her with a puppy-like
gaze then nuzzled the face on her shirt and breathes deeply her scent.
"Mmh... No flower of Sephiro has a smell
so sweet and fresh..."
He told more to himself than to Fuu.
She must left; she didn't have any intention to
get home late.
"Fuu I...."
He said while she went out.
"What?"
She asked turning around. Ferio opened the
mouth like for tell something, he sigh and said:
"Never mind."
He hugged her to himself and before she went
out he kissed her like if that it was the last time.
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CONTINUED-----------------------------------------
Perhaps perhaps the style of this chapter is a
little bit formal -I have tried to make him most possible personal- but these
are small drawbacks of the first times.
What do you think about this chapter? Write me
write me write me!! After all I agree each kind of comment except threats of
death and my new email is: patchan83@hotmail.com
This "week" I have a bonus for you:
the poem's translation of the precedent chapter. Surely you will find a better
translation than my.
** We live, my Lesbia, and we love,
The complaints of the boring old men
We don't esteem them a penny.
The sun sets and rises,
When the brief light fades away for us,
We have one eternal night to sleep.
Give me thousands kisses, and then hundreds,
Then other thousands, and other hundreds,
And then still thousands, and still
hundreds,
Finally we'll confuse the figure, for don't know,
That no wicked could envy
Knowing such quantity of kisses. **
I hope warmly that you'll appreciate my job ^
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PAT-CHAN
