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 advan

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 ^ _^ !

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Sunday, lovely Sunday

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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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 ^ _^

PAT-CHAN