The summer night was damp and sticky with the sweet smells of fresh cut
grass, the smells of Citronella candles and night blooming jasmine. Peter
Allen was still singing inside the house about going to Rio de Janeiro and
Polly had her feet comfortably propped on a railing of the banister with
her glass in her hand. "Did you miss any of this at all Eddie?" She asked a
little sleepily as the wine fogged her brain.
"I guess I do," He said as he looked about the garden, the drooping weeping willow gave the garden a sort of alien feeling. "The sheer simplicity of it all, its slower then Manhattan" Polly nodded and rested her head on his shoulder and felt the smooth fabric of his shirt on her skin, he smelled like sunshine and Old Spice, Polly didn't know how appealing that combination would be on a man until that moment. "Don't you ever want to leave Franklin though Polly? Travel around and see the world?"
She thought about his question for a moment. "Sometimes I wish that I could just pack up and leave like you did, but I guess it wouldn't be fair to everyone here. I'm not saying that it was wrong what you did," She added quickly when he gave her a certain look. "I just think that my circumstances are different now. I wished that I could have gone with you Eddie, God knows I would have said yes if you asked me to, but then I never would have met Will and then I never would have gotten pregnant with Luke, I don't know what I would have done without him. But I think in our own way, things work out. You shouldn't mess with fate, like it was fate for you to leave, just like it was for you to come back"
Eddie kissed the top of her head and grinned down at her as she looked up at him a little drowsily. He raised his glass and tipped it to Polly's. "To fate then" He said and they both took a long drink from the glasses. "It's late," She said a little lazily looking down at the watch on Eddie's wrist. "I'm drunk, we should get to bed" She began to rise from the chair and stumbled. Just as she was about to fall down the narrow stairs of the porch Eddie caught her and hauled her to her feet. "Cat like reflexes" She murmured. "I can go to a hotel Pol; I don't want you to go through anymore trouble"
"Shut up," Polly said with a lope-sided smile as she pulled open the screen door of the house and walked in. "The couch converts into a bed. I know it's not very luxurious but I have fresh clean sheets and blankets in the silk cabinet and that'll fix you up pretty good if you don't mind." Her accent had gotten thicker when she was tried and Eddie wondered if Polly knew that. Or if she knew the way that the streaming moonlight caressed her loose curls and made them look like pure silver.
She stretched her back lazily and raised her arms far above her head as she yawned and Eddie could see a little bit of sparkle and shine in her belly button. "My room is just over there," She said in between a huge yawn that she politely covered with a dainty hand. "If you need anything just come and get me, if you get hungry in the middle of the night help yourself to what you can find in the kitchen." She crossed over to him across the room and kissed his cheek. "Good night" She said, although her accent had gotten so thickened by sleep that it had sounded an awful lot like 'Goo ni'
She wiped at a smudge of lingering lipstick on his cheek and heard her murmuring something in French to Luke in his bedroom when she went to tell him his hour was up and goodnight. She came back out and busily began to set up the couch bed before she winked at him again and disappeared into her room.
Eddie lay awake staring at the ceiling before sleep slowly began creeping up at him. But until then he had time to contemplate everything under the sun. He thought about Jane and what she was doing in Manhattan while he was in Franklin. He swore to himself that he was going to call her in the morning and just talk to her for hours no matter how high he had run the cell phone bill, he had done it before and he would do it again.
He could hear Luke in the room across from him. The sounds of Luke shuffling around his room, trying to think of ways to pull playing a game once his mom had gone to sleep over on her. Eddie had to smile, he had been 9 years old once and he was sure more opinionated and smart allicky then Luke was. Then again, the only reason why he was like that was because Louise Hart Alden had hated him.
Sleep crept up on his and made his eyelids as heavy as lead. It was a warm comfortable sleep filled with the familiar sounds of crickets singing in the garden and the haze of longed for memories. He didn't know how long he had slept for, but he awoke to something feather soft caressing the inside of his thigh. His eyes opened slowly and saw Polly sitting at the end of the couch.
Her hair was tumbling around her face that was more beautiful then anything he could have imagined. Her lips were slick and painted a blood red that Eddie had never seen before, her long eyelashes were spiked with tube black and she smiled in a way that only a woman knew how to. "Polly..." He said a little uncertainly as she spread her legs and climbed onto his waist as he lay back. "Shh" She said in a sort of purr. She lowered her mouth to his, caught his bottom lip in her teeth, and tugged at it playfully.
Helplessly caught, his hands roamed over her wonderfully packed body and got lost in her long hair. She was clad in sheer silk the color of ripe plums and clung to her body in just the right places. "Polly what-"She silenced his as she placed a finger against his lips. "Don't speak, I have another use for that mouth of yours"
Her skin was soft and powered under his hands and his body unintentionally ached with need to feel her around him. Sensing his need, she shifted her position and let him plunge blindly into her. With every thrust she moaned his name a little louder and he was vaguely worried that Luke would awake to find him mother being fucked on a sofa.
He grabbed at the sheer material and it ripped away as if it was made of cobwebs. He filled his hands with her lovely breasts, her mouth found her tits, and he licked, sucked, and bit as he continued to pump into her hot and wet pussy. He was about to empty himself into her, he could feel it. Just before he emptied himself, she grabbed his balls and squeezed them in her pretty manicured hand that hurt a tiny bit but felt absolutely wonderful. They moaned together and she began to kiss his chest as she moaned his name between numb lips.
"I guess I do," He said as he looked about the garden, the drooping weeping willow gave the garden a sort of alien feeling. "The sheer simplicity of it all, its slower then Manhattan" Polly nodded and rested her head on his shoulder and felt the smooth fabric of his shirt on her skin, he smelled like sunshine and Old Spice, Polly didn't know how appealing that combination would be on a man until that moment. "Don't you ever want to leave Franklin though Polly? Travel around and see the world?"
She thought about his question for a moment. "Sometimes I wish that I could just pack up and leave like you did, but I guess it wouldn't be fair to everyone here. I'm not saying that it was wrong what you did," She added quickly when he gave her a certain look. "I just think that my circumstances are different now. I wished that I could have gone with you Eddie, God knows I would have said yes if you asked me to, but then I never would have met Will and then I never would have gotten pregnant with Luke, I don't know what I would have done without him. But I think in our own way, things work out. You shouldn't mess with fate, like it was fate for you to leave, just like it was for you to come back"
Eddie kissed the top of her head and grinned down at her as she looked up at him a little drowsily. He raised his glass and tipped it to Polly's. "To fate then" He said and they both took a long drink from the glasses. "It's late," She said a little lazily looking down at the watch on Eddie's wrist. "I'm drunk, we should get to bed" She began to rise from the chair and stumbled. Just as she was about to fall down the narrow stairs of the porch Eddie caught her and hauled her to her feet. "Cat like reflexes" She murmured. "I can go to a hotel Pol; I don't want you to go through anymore trouble"
"Shut up," Polly said with a lope-sided smile as she pulled open the screen door of the house and walked in. "The couch converts into a bed. I know it's not very luxurious but I have fresh clean sheets and blankets in the silk cabinet and that'll fix you up pretty good if you don't mind." Her accent had gotten thicker when she was tried and Eddie wondered if Polly knew that. Or if she knew the way that the streaming moonlight caressed her loose curls and made them look like pure silver.
She stretched her back lazily and raised her arms far above her head as she yawned and Eddie could see a little bit of sparkle and shine in her belly button. "My room is just over there," She said in between a huge yawn that she politely covered with a dainty hand. "If you need anything just come and get me, if you get hungry in the middle of the night help yourself to what you can find in the kitchen." She crossed over to him across the room and kissed his cheek. "Good night" She said, although her accent had gotten so thickened by sleep that it had sounded an awful lot like 'Goo ni'
She wiped at a smudge of lingering lipstick on his cheek and heard her murmuring something in French to Luke in his bedroom when she went to tell him his hour was up and goodnight. She came back out and busily began to set up the couch bed before she winked at him again and disappeared into her room.
Eddie lay awake staring at the ceiling before sleep slowly began creeping up at him. But until then he had time to contemplate everything under the sun. He thought about Jane and what she was doing in Manhattan while he was in Franklin. He swore to himself that he was going to call her in the morning and just talk to her for hours no matter how high he had run the cell phone bill, he had done it before and he would do it again.
He could hear Luke in the room across from him. The sounds of Luke shuffling around his room, trying to think of ways to pull playing a game once his mom had gone to sleep over on her. Eddie had to smile, he had been 9 years old once and he was sure more opinionated and smart allicky then Luke was. Then again, the only reason why he was like that was because Louise Hart Alden had hated him.
Sleep crept up on his and made his eyelids as heavy as lead. It was a warm comfortable sleep filled with the familiar sounds of crickets singing in the garden and the haze of longed for memories. He didn't know how long he had slept for, but he awoke to something feather soft caressing the inside of his thigh. His eyes opened slowly and saw Polly sitting at the end of the couch.
Her hair was tumbling around her face that was more beautiful then anything he could have imagined. Her lips were slick and painted a blood red that Eddie had never seen before, her long eyelashes were spiked with tube black and she smiled in a way that only a woman knew how to. "Polly..." He said a little uncertainly as she spread her legs and climbed onto his waist as he lay back. "Shh" She said in a sort of purr. She lowered her mouth to his, caught his bottom lip in her teeth, and tugged at it playfully.
Helplessly caught, his hands roamed over her wonderfully packed body and got lost in her long hair. She was clad in sheer silk the color of ripe plums and clung to her body in just the right places. "Polly what-"She silenced his as she placed a finger against his lips. "Don't speak, I have another use for that mouth of yours"
Her skin was soft and powered under his hands and his body unintentionally ached with need to feel her around him. Sensing his need, she shifted her position and let him plunge blindly into her. With every thrust she moaned his name a little louder and he was vaguely worried that Luke would awake to find him mother being fucked on a sofa.
He grabbed at the sheer material and it ripped away as if it was made of cobwebs. He filled his hands with her lovely breasts, her mouth found her tits, and he licked, sucked, and bit as he continued to pump into her hot and wet pussy. He was about to empty himself into her, he could feel it. Just before he emptied himself, she grabbed his balls and squeezed them in her pretty manicured hand that hurt a tiny bit but felt absolutely wonderful. They moaned together and she began to kiss his chest as she moaned his name between numb lips.
