The Adventures of Tintin: The First Three Years
Written by: FossilQueen1984
Disclaimer: Classes start again this Wednesday, so I will be updating on the weekends only after this week, or when my homework gets in the way. Without further ado, here is the second episode. Again, I own nothing except for Helene and Rosamund.
Suggested Soundtrack: Solo and the Princess/The Days Between- John Williams
Episode 2: Rest of Our Lives
Early morning rays of light slid over the warm coloured silk carpeting of the luxurious suite, first hitting the covered balcony overlooking Regent Park. The snoozing canine was greeted with the glittering rays, snorted and turned around to face into the remaining darkness. Instead, he was blanketed with solar warmth and had to retreat under the awning closest to the door when he got overly warm.
Inside the bedroom, clothes and underwear were strewn haphazardly around the floor as the newly weds enjoyed the shared warmth and softness. As the sun continued to gain ground, Tintin rolled over on his side and glanced over at the ornamental clock radio imported from Tokyo. It read 7:04 and that would make it an hour later back in Brussels. Helene's bare chest was pressed up against his, and was rising prettily as she slept. He didn't blame her, as he had ravished her thoroughly the previous evening.
Kissing her forehead softly, he pulled the sheets which had been around their waists around their shoulders to afford some decency when Snowy decided to greet them. From where he was lying, he could see the fox terrier moving around on the balcony. Feeling the warm body entangled with hers move somewhat, Helene opened her eyes to gaze up at her handsome husband. Pulling him closer, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and proceeded to kiss him.
"Good morning, sweetheart," she whispered sweetly as he placed kisses along the hollow of her neck. Embracing her against the bed, he greeted her in a similar manner. Allowing his fingers to weave themselves into her raven locks, he somehow rocked against her still somewhat sore feminine core. She let out a soft sigh bridled with lust, and he rocked inside her soft curves, placing hot kisses against her neck, collarbone and breasts. Helene murmured nonsense words as her husband cooed to her sweet nothings. At this rate, they were going to have a bun in the oven by the time they got back home.
In the sweet post coital moments, Helene came to the realization that she had mislaid her eye patch. Sitting up, she began to frantically search the room for it, much to the annoyment of her husband. "Snakes, you don't need that anymore. I thought you said you'd stop wearing it once we were married," Tintin complained from behind the bathroom door as he freshened up for the day ahead.
Helene winced when she heard him make that comment; it was true that she had promised Tintin she would stop wearing the eye patch after they got married. Well, they were married, but she had never specified when she would stop wearing it, if at all. Tintin came to the same conclusion as he got dressed. Well, he would just have to be patient and if he couldn't convince to give it up, then they would just have to reach some sort of compromise.
Pulling in his shoes, Tintin let Snowy into the bedroom just as Helene was taking a shower. "I'll meet you in the restaurant for breakfast after you walk Snowy, all right," Helene called to him. Tintin agreed and took Snowy out for a morning stroll. Taking the lift down to the main floor, Tintin and Snowy shared it with several other guests; a lanky Swedish academic and his supermodel wife and their children, an African diplomat bedecked in traditional garb, and a woman of Eastern European descent carrying a rapier. Tintin recognized her at once as Irina Spalko- Ukranian fencing champion and defector from the Soviet Union. Once the lift emptied, Tintin walked Snowy across the street to a well kept dog park.
Finishing his business, Snowy caught the whiff of fresh ham and bacon and dragged his owner back across the street just as Helene was walking towards them. Waving, Tintin kissed her cheek and they laced fingers as they entered. Already, people were placing orders and discussing the morning news. Tintin and Helene ordered eggs, toast and oatmeal. The meals came with bacon and sausage, so Snowy got to eat these, along with the left over fruit salad and what ever Tintin and Helene didn't feel like eating.
After breakfast, Tintin and Helene sat outside on one of the numerous patios overlooking the Thames, when Snowy asked the humans, "Well you've shagged three times, and we've had breakfast. What are you going to do next?" Helene made a comment about seeing one of the museums and Tintin agreed. But there were dozens of museums and it was a weekday, so they also had to add in student tours and tourists as a factor. Running through the adverts, something caught Tintin's eye. It was an advert about an exhibit of exotic Byzantine and Scandinavian art from the Dark Ages at the Victoria and Albert Museum.
As it was closer to downtown and Piccadilly Circus, the trio had to make several cross trips on their Tube ride just to get their. It was amazing how cosmopolitan London was; Sikhs selling hot food out of their lorries, women of mixed race running errands for their bosses, women barristers arguing cases with each other- it was a fun sight to see.
The tram lurched to a stop as everyone muddled off, Snowy not the least bit happy to be on a lead, as an officer told the newly weds that it was British law that dogs in public spaces had to be on leads. That was also the case at the museum, and Snowy bemoaned his fate. "I have the rest of my life to live on a bloody lead, why now?"
The artwork was really amazing, the woodwork and the tile work with the intricate interlacing and brilliant colors. Tintin and Helene found it a little hard to believe that modern historians still referred to that era as the Dark Ages. But then again, some people were still inclined to think that the West was still the fount of all things artitistic and scientific, when in reality all the advancements were happening further East.
Passing along the treasures from Sutton Hoo, Helene told Tintin, "It really is astounding all the care and work that the people put into their work. Don't you think so?"
Standing behind her, Tintin embraced her and smiled. "I agree with you their, their work really shows. Our work, and the rest of our lives however, is just beginning." Kissing the top of her head, Helene blushed and was inclined to agree.