Summer vacation in Malibu

I do not own any part of the film 'Wild Child' directed by Nick Moore and the following sequence is entirely imaginary.

Poppy's POV

I was still giggling as I threw open the front door, looking over my shoulder as Kiki nagged the others in a perfect mimic of Matron's Scottish accent. I finally glanced at the figure on her doorstep – my jaw dropped internally and she froze.

"Hey babe – only just found out you were back gorgeous." Roddy leaned casually against the doorframe, offhandedly allowing his eyes to rove up and down my figure. Half a year ago, that may not have felt so insulting. "You're looking good."

"Ugh," I exclaimed, completely disgusted. I schooled my face into a mask of indifference. "What are you doing here Roddy?"

He looked surprised. "Hey babe – what's up? Why the hostility?" he asked, reaching out to brush back a strand of my hair. I ducked out of his reach and shot him a dirty look.

"Get off me, and FYI, you haven't answered my first question. What are you doing here?"

Roddy seemed unsure exactly what to do, shuffling awkwardly on the doorstep. "I'd have thought that was obvious gorgeous," he smiled cockily, reaching out for me.

"Eww, get off Roddy," I practically yelled as he enveloped me in a seriously creepy hug, holding me really tight and allowing me to feel everything. I was beginning to think I was going to puke.

"Excuse me, is there a problem?" I had never been so grateful to hear Freddie's beautiful English accent.

"Well yes actually there is – Freddie, get this idiot cheater off me, NOW!"

I smiled with relief as Roddy was forcibly removed from my person and practically thrown out the door. I happily let Freddie throw his arm around me and smirked smugly at Roddy.

"I think you can go now," Freddie said affably, raising an insolent eyebrow at my ex. "No one treats my girlfriend like that."

Roddy glared at us both, shoving his hands deep in his pockets and shuffling his feet. He sized up Freddie with his English accent, blond hair and hunky figure and seemed to decide I wasn't worth it. "You never put out anyway," he yelled back to me as a parting shot while he walked speedily down the driveway and out the gates. I groaned as I leaned back into Freddie, resting my head on his shoulder. Then I glanced up at his concerned face and blushed.

"Not exactly the kind of thing I wanted you to hear," I muttered, ducking my face into my dark hair.

"Hey," he looked down at me with such a caring expression I wanted to cry. "Forget him."

I smiled and leaned up to kiss him, applying more pressure than any of our kisses before. I moulded my body against his and ran one of my feet up his calf. "Poppy," he growled. "Stop."

I pulled away, slightly hurt. "Sorry – I... I don't know..."

"Poppy, I didn't mean I wanted you to stop kissing me. Maybe just not in the doorway of your house with your father pulling up through the gates." I dutifully peered down the drive, and sure enough there was my father's car rolling up the drive.

I blushed to the roots of my hair, and smiled bashfully up at the most considerate guy ever. "Thanks."

At dinner my father sat at the head of our massive dining table and proudly served up the roast. Molly was chatting animatedly with Kiki and Drippy, while Josie tried to braid Kate's hair in a new way. I sat next to Freddie, chattering aimlessly about this and that.

Once everyone had a plate, we all tucked in, even me, having given up vegetarianism after living at Abbey Mount. The food was delicious, but I couldn't stop thinking about Freddie – having him so close but being unable to reach out and touch him. I put down my cutlery, having finished, and demurely dabbed at my mouth with a napkin. Freddie was still eating, and all at once I was struck by a simply delicious idea. My right hand slipped under the table and began to run up and down his thigh over his jeans. I watched out of the corner of my eye (barely containing laughter) as Freddie dropped his cutlery and swallowed loudly. He glanced at me and I smiled slyly, daringly moving my hand even higher. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes tightly closed.

"Why Freddie," Kate said suddenly, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Are you feeling well? You don't look it... Are you in pain?"

"No," he exclaimed slightly louder than necessary, voice sounded strained. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Josie asked, catching on. "You don't exactly look..." she searched for the right word, "pleased? Is something bothering you?"

Freddie didn't answer; he was in no fit state to speak beyond moans and groans as Poppy brushed her hand repeatedly over his bulge. He was becoming increasingly hard and it was starting to get very very uncomfortable. Seeing his tortured look, Poppy decided to take pity on him, lifting her free hand to his forehead.

"You do feel a little hot Freddie – maybe you should go to bed."

Hoping he got her meaning, he nodded in what he hoped was a pitiful manner. Shrugging off her hand with regret he stood, announcing as he did he was going to his room. He bade everyone goodnight as was almost out the room when Poppy called back to him, "Would you like me to bring you some warm milk?"

He nodded, smiling faintly. "Thanks, that would be great." Nodding at the rest of the company, Poppy rose, said goodnight and followed him from the room, closing the door behind her. "Now," Freddie murmured huskily. "Where were we?"

Poppy backed herself against the wall and pulled Freddie against her. She stood up on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "Right about here." Freddie took one more look at her then swooped down to capture her lips with his own. He groaned and ground his hips against Poppy's. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed liberally over him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingering his hair. Freddie enveloped her in his arms, holding her so tight she could barely breath.

And then the door into the dining room opened.